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My name is Andrea, and I’m a 24-year-old Southern California girl. I distract myself from the pain that is grad school with Peter Gabriel, Phil Hendrie, peanut butter and apricot jam sandwiches, bicycles, Korean stationery, movie marathon nights, and baking.
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</description><title>Bunker Complex</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @bunkercomplex)</generator><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"We are accustomed to repeating the cliche, and to believing, that ‘our most precious resource..."</title><description>“We are accustomed to repeating the cliche, and to believing, that ‘our most precious resource is our children.’ But we have plenty of children to go around, God knows, and as with Doritos, we can always make more. The true scarcity we face is of practicing adults, of people who know how marginal, how fragile, how finite their lives and their stories and their ambitions really are but who find value in this knowledge, even a sense of strange comfort, because they know their condition is universal, is shared.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Michael Chabon (&lt;i&gt;Manhood for Amateurs: The Pleasures and Regrets of a Husband, Father, and Son&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/252162351</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/252162351</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 11:47:05 -0800</pubDate><category>Michael Chabon</category><category>2009 Books</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt6hooPkdW1qz9xzro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/251122547</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/251122547</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:09:10 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Jason Segel played a song at the The Swell Season concert last...</title><description>&lt;object width="400" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9bZF6Kx88LM&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9bZF6Kx88LM&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jason Segel played a song at the The Swell Season concert last night. Oof, such a good event.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/250266829</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/250266829</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 17:52:00 -0800</pubDate><category>Jason Segel</category></item><item><title>The Swell Season’s new music video for “Low...</title><description>&lt;object width="400" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5KV1Lf2NkY&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5KV1Lf2NkY&amp;rel=0&amp;egm=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;The Swell Season&lt;/a&gt;’s new music video for “Low Rising”, directed by Sam Beam of &lt;a&gt;Iron and Wine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love his expressive low-hanging eyebrows. The Irish, man. Get me every time.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/250255950</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/250255950</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 17:42:00 -0800</pubDate><category>the swell season</category><category>glen hansard</category><category>marketa irglova</category><category>music video</category><category>Irish men are tops</category></item><item><title>Laura Veirs - “Carol Kaye”</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/250035615/tumblr_ktdmurCkQC1qz9xzr&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura Veirs - “Carol Kaye”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/250035615</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/250035615</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 14:08:51 -0800</pubDate><category>Laura Veirs</category><category>fall music</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktdlogJW5M1qz9xzro1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/250010907</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/250010907</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:43:28 -0800</pubDate><category>The Jerk</category></item><item><title>"Communism works only in heaven where they don’t need it, and in hell, where they’ve already got it."</title><description>“Communism works only in heaven where they don’t need it, and in hell, where they’ve already got it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;President Ronald Reagan (via &lt;a href="http://withashout.net/" target="_blank"&gt;ajamison&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/249952423</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/249952423</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:39:36 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"I live alone and I am almost never lonely. I am also rarely bored. Then I realized something that..."</title><description>“I live alone and I am almost never lonely. I am also rarely bored. Then I realized something that seemed startling at first: During those atypical times when I am bored, I am almost always with other people. I’m never bored when I’m alone. I don’t consider myself an introvert. I love to socialize (with people who do not bore me), I love the visits (time-limited) from friends and family who come to catch up with me and soak up the sun from my deck, and I love to entertain. But I also cherish my solitude.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/living-single/200808/the-american-psyche-tipping-toward-solitude" target="_blank"&gt;The American Psyche: Tipping Toward Solitude?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/249815238</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/249815238</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:43:20 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>The National - “Daughters of the Soho Riots”</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/248927208/tumblr_ktbvwvhatT1qz9xzr&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The National - “Daughters of the Soho Riots”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/248927208</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/248927208</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:29:19 -0800</pubDate><category>The National</category><category>fall music</category></item><item><title>"If only there were a game whose winning required a gift for the identification of missed..."</title><description>“If only there were a game whose winning required a gift for the identification of missed opportunities and of things lost and irrecoverable, a knack for the belated recognition of truths, for the exploitation of chances in imagination after it’s too late!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Michael Chabon (&lt;i&gt;Manhood for Amateurs: The Pleasures and Regrets of a Husband, Father, and Son&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/248846575</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/248846575</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 14:05:00 -0800</pubDate><category>I'd be the champ</category><category>Michael Chabon</category><category>2009 Books</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://1.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksq7cvAz8L1qz9xzro1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/248534077</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/248534077</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 07:38:41 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Ola Podrida - “Donkey”</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/245741042/tumblr_kt6w3c4LXm1qz9xzr&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ola Podrida - “Donkey”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/245741042</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/245741042</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 22:45:12 -0800</pubDate><category>Ola Podrida</category><category>fall music</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/wj9Eqnxmgqcq1fglYT2tvXAWo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/245425366</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/245425366</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 17:35:06 -0800</pubDate><category>george of the jungle</category></item><item><title>Yes - “Owner of a Lonely Heart”</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/244266738/tumblr_kt40a41JXF1qz9xzr&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes - “Owner of a Lonely Heart”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/244266738</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/244266738</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:40:17 -0800</pubDate><category>Yes</category><category>80s</category></item><item><title>Sufjan Stevens - “The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/242896238/tumblr_kt1h4qs2ft1qz9xzr&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sufjan Stevens - “The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242896238</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242896238</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 13:25:00 -0800</pubDate><category>Sufjan Stevens</category><category>fall music</category></item><item><title>And misspelled ‘incidently’.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt2g5wXXgI1qz9xzro1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;And misspelled ‘incidently’.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242884009</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242884009</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 13:10:44 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Coffee Talk</title><description>&lt;a href="http://timurban.blogspot.com/2009/11/coffee-talk.html"&gt;Coffee Talk&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“So I’ve been in this coffee shop all day working. It’s a small place with a big bar/counter where the customers sit. I’ve been here for many hours, and throughout the day, the guy working here has started up conversations with upwards of 15 girls who have come in and sat down at the counter. Each time, he figures out a way to start up the conversation, and then inevitably steers things toward his knowledge of wine, his writing, his time in Europe, or one of his other key selling points. He offers them free samples. He cracks jokes. And by the time they leave, he has figured out how to give them his card or get their number—sometimes he wants to invite them to a writing group, sometimes he wants to introduce them to a friend of his who can help them in their career, sometimes he wants to email them an invite to a big party happening this weekend. For him, this is quite the job he’s found. He’s just a young, single guy, living the dream. Doing his thing. Meeting the ladies. There’s only one problem—&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m sitting here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He is incredibly upset that I’m still here. Indeed, I am yet to be treated to a free sample. I’m still awaiting a personal description of the wonderful, delicate Pinot Noir they have in stock this month. There have been no stories of the Alps told in my direction. Nay, it seems that all I’m doing for our friend is making him self-conscious about repeating the same tactic or the same story. He can’t repeat, because I’ll know. I haven’t been looking at him, but he knows I know what’s going on. At one point, he said something to a lovely lady about letting life take him where it may, and I couldn’t help but glance up at him. He quickly glanced at me to see if I was indeed looking at him, we made eye contact, and then we both quickly looked away. In that brief moment of connection, his piercing hatred of me could have cut through 1,000 diamonds.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And though I have finished my work for the day, I am now left feeling that my work is not yet done. No, I have a duty now. I must stay. I can’t let him repeat his stories. It has become my purpose.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I’m gonna hang out.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242702297</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242702297</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 09:03:41 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Smart people believe weird things because they are skilled at defending beliefs they arrived at for..."</title><description>“Smart people believe weird things because they are skilled at defending beliefs they arrived at for nonsmart reasons.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Michael Shermer : &lt;a href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=smart-people-believe-weir" target="_blank"&gt;Smart People Believe Weird Things: Scientific American&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242679579</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242679579</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 08:35:19 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"The worst day in a man’s life is when he sits down and begins thinking about how he can get..."</title><description>“The worst day in a man’s life is when he sits down and begins thinking about how he can get something for nothing.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242657111</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242657111</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 08:04:43 -0800</pubDate><category>Thomas Jefferson</category><category>Don't be a lazy bum</category></item><item><title>Stars - “The Aspidistra Flies”</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/242118749/tumblr_kt111oMiFF1qz9xzr&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars - “The Aspidistra Flies”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242118749</link><guid>http://bunkercomplex.tumblr.com/post/242118749</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 18:47:10 -0800</pubDate><category>Stars</category><category>I miss London</category></item></channel></rss>
