“One could let all these facts and things lie alongside each other like laminations, not like growing cells. This laminated knowledge produced a powerful sense of freedom, truthfulness and even selflessness, [...] She sensed that the idea of lamination could provide both a model of conduct and an aesthetic that might suit herself and prove fruitful. It would, she decided, as in the event it did, take years to work out in the implications” (209-210).
A. S. Byatt, The Virgin in the Garden
Thursday, November 5, 2009
"Bulletproof" by La Roux
I don't know why--there is no real reason to explain it--but this video sort of got me through working out this morning. I discovered La Roux as a Discovery Download one day on iTunes. I was so impressed with this single, "Bulletproof," that I ended up buying her album. [If you're worried that I relapsed LT, don't be. I bought this about two or three months ago.]
I really like her play with cubism and geometric shapes in the video. Also the color! Well, this video came on VH1, and after watching the video, I switched from my regular work out mix to her album. I had done a couple miles at the track listening to it. This morning it just sort of motivated me. I only wanted to do 30 minutes on the elliptical because that is the length that you can stay on the machines. Well, the CD kept me pumping, and I stayed on longer--against the rules of the UREC.
Here are the lyrics to the video above:
Been there, done that, messed around I’m having fun don’t put me down, I’ll never let you sweep me off my feet, I won’t let you in again, the messages I’ve tried to send, my informations’ just not going in, burnin’ bridges shore to shore, I’ll break away from something more, I’m not to not to love until it’s cheap, been there, done that, messed around, I’m having fun don’t put me down, I’ll never let you sweep me off my feet,
Chorus: This time maybe, I’ll be, Bulletproof x2
I won’t let you turn around, and tell me now I’m much too proud, to walk away from something when it’s dead, do do do your dirty WORST come out to play when you are HURT, there’s certain things that should be left unsaid, tick tick tick tick on the watch and life’s too short for me to stop, Oh baby, your time is running out, I won’t let you turn around, and tell me now I’m much too proud, All you do is fill me up with doubt,
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