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The 2011 Gear Update: Style Edition

(Note: if you haven't read last year's post, you may want to read it first, since this is only the gear that is different)

During South by Southwest this year I was lucky enough to see the Kanye West show (thanks to my brother, Devon, and Colt Woody). Kanye had about a million different guests with him, ranging from Jay-Z to people I'd never heard of before.

Mos Def opened up the concert dressed in a suit, wearing a sequined mask. Rihanna came out with a futuristic halter top that looked like it was made out of seatbelts or something. Halfway through the set, I notice something strange-- a stagehand dressed in all black is singing one of the choruses. Kanye does his verse, and then the stagehand starts singing again. What's going on?

It turns out that the stagehand was actually Bon Iver, but unlike the rest of the artists in the set, he was dressed in boring clothes. Ahh, I thought, maybe there is some function in fashion after all. This guy is at a huge concert, on stage, singing, and I STILL thought he was a stagehand just because he was dressed so plainly.

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On The Sore Dragonfly

Again, writing the first couple of words is always the hardest. I want to go ahead and apologize for all the errors and mistakes, as I will have many of them. I have decided not to edit my own posts. I have been on edit mode for a long time now and I think it is time for me to just do, without thinking. This is going to be a blog of one tired girl, who is trying to figure her life out. It is my journey, at times very painful, in the search of me, who I am. I have always been a ghost of those around me, the guys I dated, the friends I had, the job I worked. I have always tried to hide behind them, I am the perfect chameleon, who can dedicate her whole self for someone else and then sit in the corner and complain that noone loves her. How can anyone, if I myself never tried to properly meet myself. I never needed anybody to put me down, because I can fulfill that task pefectly on my own. I have millions of ideas, but I never start them, because I am so scared, always so afraid that I will sound silly, that I will be unsuccessful, that I will just abandon it in the middle, as I always do. I am 27 and a half (this part is very crucial, because for the last six months i was dead sure that I was 28, until very recently I realized that, wait a second, I am still 27) and all my life I was sure that I was destined to be a writer. You guessed it right, I haven't even finished a blog post. Everything left in the middle. Once in a while, I find a great writer and be relieved to find out that they were much older than me when they wrote their first book. Now, I am sure that I will never have the guts to even start a book, so I am starting this blog. This is my plea to myself. I am doing this in a very loud cafe, full of pain and random people. And I am not letting myself a second thought. If I was a stranger reading this, I would probably think that this girl is crazy. What is so huge about starting a blog? Well, nothing really, everyone has done it, even I have done it in the past, but this time things are different. They just are. And I hope I will be able to continue this and just show how changed they have. If anybody reads this, thank you! From the bottom of my heart!

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