retinadarling cracked me across the skull with the seven-interest-scam, another livejournal fuckery for your rapid scrolling pleasure. this is where one party picks seven quirky little phrases in your listed interests & asks you to dissect them while you sit there, just taking it.
she spoke of:
whited sepulchre life -- to demystify: was not chosen for the dark, brooding voluptuous curves of its etymology simply because it sounded gothballs; the expression is quite valid to this day & can be looked up in your favourite tool of higher knowledge. mine has this to say about it: "a person who is inwardly evil but outwardly professes to be virtuous." it made sense at some point but, just like an ugly goddaughter, i'm stuck with it.
the impossible exchange -- a) first, b) so it will remain.
mean street -- a many-pronged convergence of ideas. this city being the vanilla osmond of modern urbanism, when hearing people vomiting on about the "mean streets of x&ytown", i often found myself taking a realistic look at montreal's silky princess coccoon & laughing at the pseudo-thugs populating the coffee houses. i would sometimes concede to the existence of one. single. lonely. mean-ish street. my choice has not yet rested on which, however. i'll let you know. [also, 'mean street' was the name of gary numan's elusive first band, of which no recordings can be found anywhere, ever. if you do have some, you're first in line for my kidney.]
ralph lazarus -- stemming from a vetust obsession with trevor montgomery's album "songs for an unborn sun", for which he used the pseudonym "lazarus". the timeline is sketchy, but i did at some point get into a conversation with somebody who claimed to know this piece of work during the height of my appreciation for it, and this individual was absolutely adamant that the artist who had released this album was named ralph lazarus. after pointing out many times that the aforementioned handle was chosen by the artist as "JUST lazarus" for its biblical meaning & its pertinence therein along the album's background, they maintained their position that "ralph" was this man's unfortunate first name, and that the remainder of that monicker was a mere family tree matter. eventually, i came to gradually outgrow [ralph!] lazarus' whiny / tired work & started viewing it more as a marketing ploy to whisk away the emo kids and their $16. out of pure curiosity, i made a search on the potential existence of an actual ralph, and lo. tie-in. the guy did exist, but he did not write or sing songs. he was one of the fathers of modern american marketing / retail. bang!
million lights -- defining skylines. overhead panoramic. cities communicate, telegraphic instances with visual aid. your run-of-the-mill fascination. also comes in opus for the very slightly tone-deaf.
insidious sidewalks -- a statement in the absence of grace. initially some sort of moving observation on how any random concrete slab could become the cradle to one's deepest fears, strongest regrets, [this could go on forever. see: gothballs;] it has now evolved & grown to its most literary meaning -- watch the fuck out for sidewalks. seriously. i wipe out at least three times a week in this city. i can either blame the poor state of asphalt & rock-like products in general, or my own deluxe clumsiness. all good, really.
downcorrespondence -- oh pshhhh. that wasn't even on there.
there. now, if you comment, i'll pick seven of yours, and then you can spread this eight second fad like the filthy plague it truly is. go!