myths mistold

the yellow man in the hat
Sonic Youth

—Teen Age Riot

themusicfolder:

Title: Teen Age Riot

Artist: Sonic Youth

Album: Daydream Nation

Year: 1988

(via basedtoast)

prozdvoices:

Request: Goofy sings BRING ME TO LIFE

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Anonymous asked:

I know you get asked to do Goofy too much, but a cover of Bring Me to Life would be hilarious <3

Let me transport you to a simpler time, where you’re putting the final touches on your Inuyasha AMV in Windows Movie Maker.

Welcome back to 2003.

Edit: You can download it here.

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Anonymous asked: Anybody in the family religious/spiritual at all? Not looking to get suckered into a church or dogma or anything, obviously. Just been feeling very vacant and nihilistic for a while and I want some new idea on how to feel less so.

selfdefensefamily:

Your second sentence, to me, illustrates the aversion many people (myself included, for much of my life up to this point) have to the term itself, assuming it implies an adherence to a specific religious institution. Despite the Enlightenment period making great strides toward broadening the definition of the word, my generation (especially those of us brought up in some denomination of compulsory Christianity) still seems to retain the narrow view that spirituality is a sort of unwanted imposition, something that requires one to follow strict guidelines and engage in certain rituals in order not to stray (or be banished) from the path towards a higher consciousness. It’s not, or rather it doesn’t have to be, that black and white. My idea of spirituality is inexorably tied into the same strife as my daily efforts towards achieving certain personal goals, trying to progress intellectually and attempting to rid myself of the uncertainties and superficial concerns that plague everyday life. Surveying the world’s religions, it’s apparent that regardless of how they differ in practice, they are simply structured as to provide a way towards finding a sense of purpose that never seems to materialize in any definitive way. But it’s the way there, and the effort involved, that matters. Some people see it as a form of escapism, but it’s my thought that movement towards that greater concern will give even greater clarity to the things that distract us from moving in that direction in the first place. And it’s easy to be distracted, because life snowballs uncontrollably and it’s grueling to always be reaching towards some semblance of meaning that constantly evades you. But just as there’s really no wrong way to meditate, the spiritual can be found in just about anything, which explains the existence of so many varieties of religious and philosophical thought. My housemate finds he connects most closely with the practices of the Lakota tribe, and is able to reach those extraordinary sensations through ceremonies like the sun dance. He also practices a form of Hindu meditation. You can read through the Old and New Testaments, the Kabballah, the Bhagavad Gita, etc. and surely find something of relevance to you. Art and music often acts as the vessel, as evidenced in a great deal of jazz music (also, see: Wassily Kandinsky’s “Concerning the Spiritual in Art”). Many people feel an elevated experience when they commune with nature, or use psychedelic drugs. There are those rare, fleeting moments when your sensitivity to the world far exceeds that of normal cognition and not a modicum of uncertainty hangs over you, and it seems that the only correct way to arrive there is the way that gets you there.

- Alan