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Throwin truth down.
Friendly reminder, lest we lose all common sense and decency. The Ten Commandments are neither profound nor difficult, at all. They are meant to distinguish us from barbarianism and narcissism. They are basic rules for being a human—bottom line. You don’t even have to believe in “God” or read these terms “literally” to comprehend the basic principle of love at any cost and the very clear prescription for humanity. Don’t do as your corrupt leaders do. Don’t do as your corrupt celebrities do. Don’t do as I do. Don’t do as the world implores you to “get what’s yours.” You are not entitled to anything. The breath you breathe is on borrowed time. Your days are numbered. Take captive all selfishness and evil and be abundant in life! Eradicate your bullshit. This is the day the Lord has made. Do as kindness and love concede to purity and grace and gratitude. Love your enemies. Love yourself. Give up your life for your brothers and sisters. Be a servant and a steward and nothing less than a saint. The world is abundant and I am so happy to be in it with you. Amen! — Sufjan Stevens
When you sleep through your alarm but realize your alarm never went off then realize you never set your alarm you just typed “8” into the calculator then passed out.
true gold here
STORY TIME:
I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car (OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!), she piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (“Wooooosh” she says, making a wave gesture with her hand)
Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.
Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.
He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, bodily takes them out of her hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with a intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says “you need chocolate.” She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.
He keeps asking her “why are you doing this?” She responds “Do you like Harry Potter?“ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.
Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:
“It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.”
The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: “My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.”
I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.“ And leaves.
And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.
Sufjan at Red Rocks (July 18 2016)
I wonder how much money Sufjan set aside for banjos on this tour. He's destroyed one every show, right?
Well, I bought a motorcycle today. It's gonna be a while until I ride it... But man I am stooooked.
Red Rocks. 07/18.
For how long have I condescended to the irrationality of feeling? It’s like a chemical weapon, the strength of these persuasions. So be it. My religious interpretations have been false (in favoring repression or extrapolation or disassociation). Minor Revelation: that the insanity of feeling doesn’t make it unjust or unnecessary or unwelcome. Its ridiculousness, in fact, suggests nothing less than divine mystery and profound beauty. The universe revels in, relies on, revolves around absolute instinct, which is merely the “science” of feeling. Just do it. All manners of love at any cost. Blah blah blah. I know this is probably middle school psychobabble for most of you, but for me, today, it’s epic, like Gilgamesh and Aeneas and Homer Simpson.
These are good thoughts for today.
Y'all. This is why I love tumblr and I am so thankful that it exists. We had a lovely tumblr group at Red Rocks to sing along with the fella who brought us together in the first place. So glad I got to meet you all in person! Here we have a stellar group of people-most I've followed for years. @exercisesinhumiliation, @nymeth, @rairun, @hpolleyphotography, @zainyk, and @louisdebumhole. So nice to meet you all-- an excellent precursor to a phenomenal show!
Red rocks parking lot full of tailgaters is my personal heaven on earth right now. Sufjan playing loudly from cars and just so much general jovialness. So stoked to be here
Friends! If you’re going to be at the Sufjan Red Rocks show and want to meet up, please let me know. I won’t be at Red Rocks until 6-6:30 (hopefully) but if there’s time before the show I’d love to put faces with blog URLs, ha. So psyched!
I made a comic about the Eaux Claires festival. It’s (lovingly) called ‘Wet Man Music’ and is a bit long and rambly for Tumblr - the rest of it is over here.
SUN’S OUT, GUNS OUT
This is THE most accurate of EC things. I love this so much. That was a freaking great show last summer.
follow the link. The whole comic is beautiful.
Dudes! I started my now extinct blog the pickup 5 years ago. That’s when I connected with so many of you. Thanks for reading whatever I've posted on this site for the last 5 years. That is so nuts. So glad I’ve gotten to meet some of you over the years and will probably get to meet more at the Sufjan Red Rocks show this summer!
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