type slowly.

The Brunettes (Look at this fucking hipster.)

Posted in Hipsters, reviews by Lara Crombie on August 31, 2009

I’m not convinced that singing in boys’ choir range actually constitutes singing.

The Brunettes @ 7th St. Entry, Minneapolis; show review at Weheartmusic.

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does not think they are weird but others do.

Posted in curiosities, sad triumphs by Lara Crombie on August 20, 2009

Jung Test Results

Introverted (I) 53.33% Extroverted (E) 46.67%
Intuitive (N) 61.54% Sensing (S) 38.46%
Thinking (T) 60.61% Feeling (F) 39.39%
Perceiving (P) 50% Judging (J) 50%

Your type is: INTP

INTP – “Architect”. Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.

loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, wrestles with the meaninglessness of existence, likes esoteric things, disorganized, messy, likes science fiction, can be lonely, observer, private, can’t describe feelings easily, detached, likes solitude, not revealing, unemotional, rule breaker, avoidant, familiar with the darkside, skeptical, acts without consulting others, does not think they are weird but others do, socially uncomfortable, abrupt, fantasy prone, does not like happy people, appreciates strangeness, frequently loses things, acts without planning, guarded, not punctual, more likely to support marijuana legalization, not prone to compromise, hard to persuade, relies on mind more than on others, calm


or: You’re a Prick.

Posted in words by Lara Crombie on August 17, 2009

yeah, irritated.

a dozen tiny pricks.

Newspaper clippings and a faint odor of refrigerated takeout, I explained to you that these things make me sad as we’re seated in a way, my leg tucked under its fellow; soon I’ll complain of a dozen tiny pricks violating my thighs, but for now yours is the only prick in violation, so I lean forward and slap the nearest hand in an unfriendly motion you mistake as foreplay, or wordplay, or a play on words, like something’s pun-y, and we laugh out loud and to ourselves, since the rules haven’t changed; I’m without a sports analogy, like “the best offense is a good defense”; no matter, your offense is wine and mine is like; that’s liking you, in a way that feels like yawning and heartburn and standing up after sitting for too long; you know we’ve sat too long when we walk out of balance.