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May 21

Everlasting Light was playing, complete a with giant disco ball. Few moments in my life have been more carefree than this one right here.

I saw The Black Keys live. I’m amazed I didn’t even pee once out of sheer excitement.

The Quietest Place on Earth Will Drive You Insane Within 45 Minutes

There’s a small room in Minnesota that blocks out 99% of all external sound. That’s an impressive number! Also impressive: nobody can take more than 45 minutes alone in the room before they go nuts.

The Daily Mail describes Orfield Labs’ anechoic chamber—perfect for making extremely sensitive audio measurements. But also perfect for sending you into a hallucinatory hell so hellacious you’ll need a chair:

‘When it’s quiet, ears will adapt. The quieter the room, the more things you hear. You’ll hear your heart beating, sometimes you can hear your lungs, hear your stomach gurgling loudly. ‘In the anechoic chamber, you become the sound.’ And this is a very disorientating experience. Mr Orfield explained that it’s so disconcerting that sitting down is a must. He said: ‘How you orient yourself is through sounds you hear when you walk. In the anechnoic chamber, you don’t have any cues. You take away the perceptual cues that allow you to balance and manoeuvre. If you’re in there for half an hour, you have to be in a chair.’

That sounds swell. Just the serene quiet of you, your thoughts, and the unceasing pounding of the human heart. Your brain can’t take it, apparently, and begins to fabricate sounds that aren’t really there—completely delusional noises meant to block out the churning of your own horrid biomass.

I would want to be in this room only to confirm my fear of total silence. Not sure why. Morbid curiosity? Sadomasochism? I’d become aware of things like my lungs and pancreas and swear that they were shutting down, for I have broken a mortal coil by listening to them. I would probably gnash my teeth, crack my toes and call an ex-boyfriend, for no reason other than to make sure I’m still in reality by hearing something deeply rooted in my flaws. I would go insane in 11 and a half minutes.

This is the stuff of nightmares.

(via shitfit)

(Source: fencehopping)

May 03

Update

NYC is fucking awesome, but this week is not.

One friend committed suicide, two lengthy trips to the dmv, $2,300 pointless doctor bill, one lost wallet, one highly-anticipated-and-now-cancelled date with an impossibly hot australian and one day spent entirely in bed trying to process all the happy in my life coming to a screeching halt.

And it’s only Thursday.

On the upside, I did find a movie theatre in Brooklyn that has classic movie nights, free popcorn and cocktail service during screenings. I was nearly brought to tears whilst being handed a whiskey sour during Roman Holiday.