I think I've made the wrong choice in deciding to go to Spain, when in fact I should be heading down under. To him. Forget the art of literacy. Give me the art of lust. Oh, Brodie Holland.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
164: To Lust Or Not To Lust
I think I've made the wrong choice in deciding to go to Spain, when in fact I should be heading down under. To him. Forget the art of literacy. Give me the art of lust. Oh, Brodie Holland.
163: "The Smithy Code"
Apparently there's humor in the British justice system, and thank God for it.
In Today's New York Times, there's an article about the recent copyright ruling of the lawsuit filed by two of the three writers of Holy Blood, Holy Grail against Dan Brown, the writer of The Da Vinci Code. The justice, Peter Smith, who is now my new hero, embedded a coded message, a puzzle, as the article reports, in his ruling. Throughout the 71-page ruling, he italicized certain letters. In the first 13 1/2 pages of the text, the first ten of those abberant typefaced letters spell out "Smithy Code." The next thirty are jumbled; and further clues hidden throughout the ruling are needed to crack the mystery. The fact that, as the article reports, "nobody seemed to notice anything unusual about it when it was first released," would have been "probably [a] disappoint[ment] for Justice Smith."
No doubt.
In this day and age of eletronic media, where we see less of allegories and parables, where we're too busy to read between the lines, I think, we've lost the fun in the art of literacy. 'We want clearly spelled out information NOW,' as the unspoken mantra goes. Where's the fun in that? A while back, I read a post in this one blog where the writer purposely chose not to use a certain letter, I don't remember which, but I think it was a vowel. Genius! Clever! I'd like to see more creative writing in blogs.
But then again, what do I know?
In Today's New York Times, there's an article about the recent copyright ruling of the lawsuit filed by two of the three writers of Holy Blood, Holy Grail against Dan Brown, the writer of The Da Vinci Code. The justice, Peter Smith, who is now my new hero, embedded a coded message, a puzzle, as the article reports, in his ruling. Throughout the 71-page ruling, he italicized certain letters. In the first 13 1/2 pages of the text, the first ten of those abberant typefaced letters spell out "Smithy Code." The next thirty are jumbled; and further clues hidden throughout the ruling are needed to crack the mystery. The fact that, as the article reports, "nobody seemed to notice anything unusual about it when it was first released," would have been "probably [a] disappoint[ment] for Justice Smith."
No doubt.
In this day and age of eletronic media, where we see less of allegories and parables, where we're too busy to read between the lines, I think, we've lost the fun in the art of literacy. 'We want clearly spelled out information NOW,' as the unspoken mantra goes. Where's the fun in that? A while back, I read a post in this one blog where the writer purposely chose not to use a certain letter, I don't remember which, but I think it was a vowel. Genius! Clever! I'd like to see more creative writing in blogs.
But then again, what do I know?
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
161: Appa
Our eyes are glued to the television set.
And the AC hums.
He is on his side, his hand propping up his bald head, his thumb caressing gently the ridges of his ear, him, lying on the tatami mat. Me, I'm sitting. The loose straws tickle my bare calves. I hug in my out-stretched legs, towards my body, as my hands caress the itch away; and I rest my chin on the kneecap, and glance, if for a fleeting moment, at the very first man I have ever loved... and hated, Abeoji, Father.
"You go fuck yourself," he yells. On the TV screen, Sam, Hayden Christensen's character, pleads, no, demands, that he'd not be sent away to his father's place for the summer. "I hate you," he growls.
But inside my Japanese bungalow, the cool air wafts; the AC hums.
The trace aroma of mapo tofu, a meal share between father and son, a meal prepared by the son... (was it a gesture of devotion from the son to his father?) the aroma, a trace of what once was, it seems to linger. Ephemerally. Transiently.
Our eyes are glued to the television set.
As father and son watch a movie about a father and a son, the both of us watching the both of them, fighting to reconnect, fighting to make right, us, we.., I... I think...
...About the man who was never there for me, about the man who made me see my mom's tears flow continents away, about the man who chose this country and his other family over ours. I think about my heart breaking.
Sam again rages at his father, George, played by Kevin Klein, "You are unbelievably stupid!"
I steal a glance. 'Does Abeoji realize the same rage is inside me?' I wonder. 'I hate Japan, I hate my sister, I hate him!'
But the beautifully calligraphed washi paper hanging down from a furin, a wind chime, flutters; the cool air wafts; the AC hums.
George is playing with his baby boy out in the ocean, bouncing up and down with the waves; I am hiding in the attic. The doorbell has rung, and this little boy is ready to surprise. The waves hit them both. Sam embraces George hard, too overjoyed to have his father near; I hear him ask for me. I throw open the trap door and jump. Into his embrace. Too overjoyed to have my Abeoji near.
That moment, George explains, was the happiest he had ever been. That moment, I recall, was my fondest memory of him.
And it's the last time I remember calling him, Appa, Dad. Just plain old Dad.
The furin chimes; the washi flutters; the cool air wafts; the AC hums.
And our eyes are glued to the television set.
And the AC hums.
He is on his side, his hand propping up his bald head, his thumb caressing gently the ridges of his ear, him, lying on the tatami mat. Me, I'm sitting. The loose straws tickle my bare calves. I hug in my out-stretched legs, towards my body, as my hands caress the itch away; and I rest my chin on the kneecap, and glance, if for a fleeting moment, at the very first man I have ever loved... and hated, Abeoji, Father.
"You go fuck yourself," he yells. On the TV screen, Sam, Hayden Christensen's character, pleads, no, demands, that he'd not be sent away to his father's place for the summer. "I hate you," he growls.
But inside my Japanese bungalow, the cool air wafts; the AC hums.
The trace aroma of mapo tofu, a meal share between father and son, a meal prepared by the son... (was it a gesture of devotion from the son to his father?) the aroma, a trace of what once was, it seems to linger. Ephemerally. Transiently.
Our eyes are glued to the television set.
As father and son watch a movie about a father and a son, the both of us watching the both of them, fighting to reconnect, fighting to make right, us, we.., I... I think...
...About the man who was never there for me, about the man who made me see my mom's tears flow continents away, about the man who chose this country and his other family over ours. I think about my heart breaking.
Sam again rages at his father, George, played by Kevin Klein, "You are unbelievably stupid!"
I steal a glance. 'Does Abeoji realize the same rage is inside me?' I wonder. 'I hate Japan, I hate my sister, I hate him!'
But the beautifully calligraphed washi paper hanging down from a furin, a wind chime, flutters; the cool air wafts; the AC hums.
George is playing with his baby boy out in the ocean, bouncing up and down with the waves; I am hiding in the attic. The doorbell has rung, and this little boy is ready to surprise. The waves hit them both. Sam embraces George hard, too overjoyed to have his father near; I hear him ask for me. I throw open the trap door and jump. Into his embrace. Too overjoyed to have my Abeoji near.
That moment, George explains, was the happiest he had ever been. That moment, I recall, was my fondest memory of him.
And it's the last time I remember calling him, Appa, Dad. Just plain old Dad.
The furin chimes; the washi flutters; the cool air wafts; the AC hums.
And our eyes are glued to the television set.
Sunday, April 23, 2006
160: Weekend Update
Enjoyable. (Stomach grumbling.) Exciting. (Stomach grumbling.) Exhausting. (Stomach grumbling.)
Those words pretty much sum up my weekend here in D.C. Oh, yes, by the way, I'm in my hotel room in D.C. ready to turn in, because, well, I'm exhausted. But before I do, let me give you the highlights.
Yesterday, I arrived in D.C. to an overcast sky, and took the Metro over to my old place. While I was away, a new Korean restaurant with a nice decor and delicious foods, something you'd find in NYC or in LA, had opened up, according to my roommate, and he took me there. What a vast improvement in Maryland's Korean food scene. While we ate our Soondubu Chige, we caught up. He regaled me with a story about his recovery from his recent addiction to on-line gambling; I bored him with a tale about my addiction to a masochistic tendency to take on more work than I should take on.
After my late lunch, I metro-ed back to D.C., through the wind and rain, to have the pleasure to meet a fellow blogger, Steven. We went to Halo for their happy hour, 2 for 1, special. Steven graciously bought my drinks. I had the caramel apple martini, which was very caramel-ly and not very apple-ly, for my first drink; and for my second one, I had the appletini, which was very 'tini-ly and not very apple-ly. Steven's friend, Robert, who is also a blogger joined us. The three of us later moved on to Logan Tavern for a late dinner, where two other friends of Steven, Ray and Joey, joined to make a Party of Five. The food was sumptuous, but I guess the alcohol had taken over too much room in my stomach, I barely finished half the plate. Yes, all in all, it was a sunny rainy night.
On my return home, my other roommate was waiting for me. We hung out for a bit, made a run to a 7-11, hung out a little bit more, and then I crashed.
This morning, my stomach was unhappy. And my drinking a god awful Mocha Latte didn't lessen my stomach's unhappiness. But we had made plans for lunch, so the three old roomies found ourselves at a Japanese restaurant eating raw fish. My uncooperative stomach prevented me from enjoying the goodness that was laid before us. But as is the rule, a good conversation can make any meal absolutely yummy.
After lunch, I trekked my way to the hotel. As soon as I got to my room, the porcelain goddess beckoned and I offered her up a sacrifice. I crashed. Again. Then, I woke up a couple of hours later, only to find my troublesome stomach grumbling for food. So, I went outside and walked around looking for a quick dinner. As I was walking around, I realized I was very near to Halo, Logan Tavern, and the Whole Foods Market! A healthy, light dinner from Whole Foods! Dinner, done.
Now, I must go to sleep. Work awaits tomorrow morn.
Those words pretty much sum up my weekend here in D.C. Oh, yes, by the way, I'm in my hotel room in D.C. ready to turn in, because, well, I'm exhausted. But before I do, let me give you the highlights.
Yesterday, I arrived in D.C. to an overcast sky, and took the Metro over to my old place. While I was away, a new Korean restaurant with a nice decor and delicious foods, something you'd find in NYC or in LA, had opened up, according to my roommate, and he took me there. What a vast improvement in Maryland's Korean food scene. While we ate our Soondubu Chige, we caught up. He regaled me with a story about his recovery from his recent addiction to on-line gambling; I bored him with a tale about my addiction to a masochistic tendency to take on more work than I should take on.
After my late lunch, I metro-ed back to D.C., through the wind and rain, to have the pleasure to meet a fellow blogger, Steven. We went to Halo for their happy hour, 2 for 1, special. Steven graciously bought my drinks. I had the caramel apple martini, which was very caramel-ly and not very apple-ly, for my first drink; and for my second one, I had the appletini, which was very 'tini-ly and not very apple-ly. Steven's friend, Robert, who is also a blogger joined us. The three of us later moved on to Logan Tavern for a late dinner, where two other friends of Steven, Ray and Joey, joined to make a Party of Five. The food was sumptuous, but I guess the alcohol had taken over too much room in my stomach, I barely finished half the plate. Yes, all in all, it was a sunny rainy night.
On my return home, my other roommate was waiting for me. We hung out for a bit, made a run to a 7-11, hung out a little bit more, and then I crashed.
This morning, my stomach was unhappy. And my drinking a god awful Mocha Latte didn't lessen my stomach's unhappiness. But we had made plans for lunch, so the three old roomies found ourselves at a Japanese restaurant eating raw fish. My uncooperative stomach prevented me from enjoying the goodness that was laid before us. But as is the rule, a good conversation can make any meal absolutely yummy.
After lunch, I trekked my way to the hotel. As soon as I got to my room, the porcelain goddess beckoned and I offered her up a sacrifice. I crashed. Again. Then, I woke up a couple of hours later, only to find my troublesome stomach grumbling for food. So, I went outside and walked around looking for a quick dinner. As I was walking around, I realized I was very near to Halo, Logan Tavern, and the Whole Foods Market! A healthy, light dinner from Whole Foods! Dinner, done.
Now, I must go to sleep. Work awaits tomorrow morn.
Monday, April 17, 2006
159: Breathe Me
(Breathe me by Sia)
Sigh...I swear my iPod can sense my mood. It's like a mood ring. Hell, my iPod is a moodPod. An evening spent chatting with a friend leaves me from being greatly melancholic to slightly melancholic.
Help,Why is it that when one part of your life goes well another part falls apart?
I have done it again
I have been here many times before,
Hurt myself again today,
And the worst part is there's no-one else to blame.
Be my friend,Seriously, breathe me. I don't smell bad.
Hold me, wrap me up,
Unfold me.
I am small, I'm needy,
Warm me up,
And breathe me.
Ouch,Maybe MyHeritage.com has a point when it says I resemble Asahara. I do suffer from some sort of messianic complex, where I feel I must take a lot more responsibility for events that, even though they're out of my control, somehow affect me, where I become a martyr. Seriously, if I hadn't coughed after I've returned home from a private lesson class I taught at back in Japan and turned on the TV to see the Twin Towers on fire, those towers would still be standing! I'm sorry. I am horrible. It was in bad taste. I take full responsibility for being so stupid. See, even my personality DNA, Part Deux, tells me that I've a high agency, "agency" defined as "how much you believe you determine your own outcomes. High means you believe that you have control over your life. Low means you believe that other factors—such as chance, fate, and powerful others—influence your life."
I have lost myself again,
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah, I think that I might break,
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe.
Be my friend,Seriously, breathe me. I don't smell bad. Well, maybe my breath.
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me.
I am small, I'm needy,
Warm me up,
And breathe me.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
158: My Personality DNA
So, I took a personality test, and at this very moment in time and space, I'm a...
It's telling me that I ain't confident, that I am shy, and that I'm a stereotypical woman! You know what? This gurl ain't happy. I'm going to take the test again, and get back to you. But you can read My Personal DNA Report in the meantime.
Okay, I took the test again. And I agree with this one. I'm a...
And this is what My Personal DNA Report Part 2 says I am. See! I ain't confident and I am shy. But you know what? I'm more stereotypically masculine than before. That's important.
*Sashays away from the computer*
*Looks back*
*Blows a kiss*
It's telling me that I ain't confident, that I am shy, and that I'm a stereotypical woman! You know what? This gurl ain't happy. I'm going to take the test again, and get back to you. But you can read My Personal DNA Report in the meantime.
Okay, I took the test again. And I agree with this one. I'm a...
And this is what My Personal DNA Report Part 2 says I am. See! I ain't confident and I am shy. But you know what? I'm more stereotypically masculine than before. That's important.
*Sashays away from the computer*
*Looks back*
*Blows a kiss*
Saturday, April 15, 2006
157: Meryl Streep and Bob Marley
A few days ago, I was watching GMA as I was getting ready for work, and Diane Sawyer, Charlie Gibson, and company were talking about MyHeritage.com. Then today I see in my friend's Xanga site that she's gone into the site, uploaded her picture, and reported what the site told her she resembled. I've gone and done the same and here's what it reports (the linked names are people I don't know):
Picture #1:
MyHeritage.com tells me I most resemble...
Picture #2:
My Heritage.com tells me I most resemble...
Picture #1:
MyHeritage.com tells me I most resemble...
Meryl Streep 61%Yes, yes, I know. The list reads like a line-up of drag persona I can take on, that is, should I ever do drag on Halloween, at Pride, or at work. But, you have to agree, those are some good iconic figures. And who am I to argue when they tell me I look like Antonio, Yonsama (the Korean actor who flamed the Hallyu boom in Japan), and Nicolas.
Hilary Swank 59%
Antonio Saboto Jr. 58%
Brooke Shields 58%
Madonna 54%
Bae Yong-Joon 54%
Nicolas Tse 54%
Gwyneth Paltrow 53%
Sammi Cheng 53%
Yasmine Bleeth 52%
Picture #2:
My Heritage.com tells me I most resemble...
Bob Marley 68%I think I like how this list reads better. it's a good mix: you have those who are hot (Bob) and those who are not (Ben), you have the talented (Rowling) and the talent-less (Ben), you have the fat one (Moran, I love you!), and yes, yes, yes, you have the messianic figure who ordered the deadly sarin gas attack on the Tokyo's underground (Asahara). Isn't that interesting?
Forest Whitaker 63%
Missy Elliott 60%
J. K. Rowling 54%
Shoko Asahara 53%
Margaret Cho 51%
Janica Kostelic 50%
Wu Yi 50%
Matthew Broderick 50%
Ben Affleck 49%
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
156: I Needs Me a Vacation
Today, I booked my flight for a long overdue vacation to the land of Flamenco, the bulls, the tapas, and el Sol.
Can I tell you how excited I am about this?
Now, the extensive planning shall commence. The budget, a loose itinerary with a plenty of room for deviation (because you know, you don't want to be too anal and plan for every second of the trip), what I need to take with me, etc., I need to figure them all out.
Although... just throwing a couple of T-shirts, a swim trunks, and the Lonely Planet in my bag, having nothing really planned out, and just taking off on a jet plane... that, THAT, appeals to me so much more.
But who cares?! I'm going to SPAIN, people! I'm going to SPAIN!
Can I tell you how excited I am about this?
Now, the extensive planning shall commence. The budget, a loose itinerary with a plenty of room for deviation (because you know, you don't want to be too anal and plan for every second of the trip), what I need to take with me, etc., I need to figure them all out.
Although... just throwing a couple of T-shirts, a swim trunks, and the Lonely Planet in my bag, having nothing really planned out, and just taking off on a jet plane... that, THAT, appeals to me so much more.
But who cares?! I'm going to SPAIN, people! I'm going to SPAIN!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
155: Life, the Universe, and Everything
Firstly, I want to thank goblinbox and vuboq/enviroboi for their suggestions. I am currently crafting something to post, something personal. So, stay tuned. To be honest, I've kept myself from posting anything personal; but it became clear to me that if I don't share anything remotely personal, I have nothing, absolutely nothing, to write about. Seriously, blogging is indeed a very narcissistic exercise, and I would not have it any other way!
Secondly, while on a business trip to sunny SoCal, I've had a chance to hang out with an old friend at Downtown Disney. While we both bemoaned the fact that we were so close to the magic that is Disneyland, and were unable to partake in hugging Mickey Mouse due to budgetary and, especially, time constraints, we did, however, manage to share our own unique perspectives on life, the universe, and everything. She bitched about her stressful work life, I questioned my purpose in the universe, and we moped about everything. I tell you, it was somewhat depressing. No, no, no, I kid. It was absolutely depressing. I'm kidding. You know I'm kidding, right? Seriously, it was absolutely fantastic to catch up and hang out. I think it's truly amazing that, even though the number of friends I have, I can count with my two hands and, even though they are scattered in these U.S. of A., I can totally rely on them, and I hope, they, on me. So, here's to good friends!
Thirdly and lastly, I am going on another business trip towards the end of this month to DC. Hopefully, I'll reconnect with my old buddies, and most importantly, I'll get to chill out with a fellow blogger! I'm embolden by this blogger's invitation to meet and greet. So, if any of you, dear readers, in the DC area are inclined to favor and grace me with your presence, you will not find a naysayer in me; rather, you will find someone eager to meet and make new friends. I'll be in town on the 22nd. So, here's to new friends!
Secondly, while on a business trip to sunny SoCal, I've had a chance to hang out with an old friend at Downtown Disney. While we both bemoaned the fact that we were so close to the magic that is Disneyland, and were unable to partake in hugging Mickey Mouse due to budgetary and, especially, time constraints, we did, however, manage to share our own unique perspectives on life, the universe, and everything. She bitched about her stressful work life, I questioned my purpose in the universe, and we moped about everything. I tell you, it was somewhat depressing. No, no, no, I kid. It was absolutely depressing. I'm kidding. You know I'm kidding, right? Seriously, it was absolutely fantastic to catch up and hang out. I think it's truly amazing that, even though the number of friends I have, I can count with my two hands and, even though they are scattered in these U.S. of A., I can totally rely on them, and I hope, they, on me. So, here's to good friends!
Thirdly and lastly, I am going on another business trip towards the end of this month to DC. Hopefully, I'll reconnect with my old buddies, and most importantly, I'll get to chill out with a fellow blogger! I'm embolden by this blogger's invitation to meet and greet. So, if any of you, dear readers, in the DC area are inclined to favor and grace me with your presence, you will not find a naysayer in me; rather, you will find someone eager to meet and make new friends. I'll be in town on the 22nd. So, here's to new friends!
Monday, April 03, 2006
154: Tag Me!
Can anyone tag me to do a meme? I'm at a point where I just can't seem to get myself to write. It's not that I don't have anything to write about, but... well, maybe I don't have anything to write about... Dear Lord, I'm letting this blog die a slow death by neglect. That won't do. No, that just won't do. So, tag me, PLEASE!!!
If you don't want to tag me, tell me what I should write about. Don't say, "write anything that is in your mind;" because, isn't it obvious that I have nothing in my mind?
Dear Lord, what is going on here?
Should I worry? Should I care?
If you don't want to tag me, tell me what I should write about. Don't say, "write anything that is in your mind;" because, isn't it obvious that I have nothing in my mind?
Dear Lord, what is going on here?
Should I worry? Should I care?
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
153: Oops!
Oh my dear blog, I have neglected you!
What contrition can I make to appease you?
I had hope to have a life outside of my job, but suddenly I find myself engulfed more by the Man's suffocating grip.
Oh, how I wish I could have told you about my recent Best Buy runs and reflected on the significant meaning those runs had for me. And of course, I would have loved to bore you about the time a co-worker fondled me, and once again reflect on how meaningless it was. Yes, it is important that you should have heard about how my on-going celibant lifestyle is coming along, or rather not cumming along. Not to mention, you needing to hear a useless thought that crossed my mind about reality, mathematics, and God, which I briefly shared with another blogger via AIM, and thus giving him one helluva headache. Also, I wanted to share with you, my dear blog, how I was contemplating attending this year's Black Party. But realizing that this weekend I travel to LA for work, the option to attend is gone and I'm left slightly peeved.
Alas, indeed, my life now equals my job. Can anything be more pathetic?
So, my dear blog, I have neglected you. But don't fret. I have not forgotten you, nor will I ever lose you to oblivion.
What contrition can I make to appease you?
I had hope to have a life outside of my job, but suddenly I find myself engulfed more by the Man's suffocating grip.
Oh, how I wish I could have told you about my recent Best Buy runs and reflected on the significant meaning those runs had for me. And of course, I would have loved to bore you about the time a co-worker fondled me, and once again reflect on how meaningless it was. Yes, it is important that you should have heard about how my on-going celibant lifestyle is coming along, or rather not cumming along. Not to mention, you needing to hear a useless thought that crossed my mind about reality, mathematics, and God, which I briefly shared with another blogger via AIM, and thus giving him one helluva headache. Also, I wanted to share with you, my dear blog, how I was contemplating attending this year's Black Party. But realizing that this weekend I travel to LA for work, the option to attend is gone and I'm left slightly peeved.
Alas, indeed, my life now equals my job. Can anything be more pathetic?
So, my dear blog, I have neglected you. But don't fret. I have not forgotten you, nor will I ever lose you to oblivion.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
152: Oscar Is Gay, Hopefully?
Okay, people, I'm going to do a live blogging to... um, celebrate the 78th Annual Academy Awards. Just because I'm bored, and goddammit, this is important! *lol* So, at every important point, I'll pipe in with my observations. Sit back, relax, and enjoy.
7:48PM
People are entering the Kodak Theater. Critics are weighing in on which film will take the big price. It's either BROKEBACK or CRASH. I have to agree. And Keira Knightley looks hot; Felicity Huffman has just gotten va-klempt because her Desperate Wives co-stars wished her good luck. Wow, the girl can act!
8:00PM
The show has started and I'm watching it on my HDTV. I think it was a smart choice for the Academy to get Jon Stewart to host the show. It's not just about returning to the old glamour and glitze of Hollywood, but about exposing Middle America to the diversity and beauty of life. George Clooney (SYRIANA) won the first award of the night for Actor in a Supporting Role. George, I have to agree with you, there goes your chance of winning Best Directing. But you know what? Your speech is right on! Sure, Hollywood is out of touch with the rest of the country. But when the rest of the country is backward, we need Art to tell us the truth. Although, Hollywood really isn't a bastion for Art.
My score: 0/1
8:29PM
Ben Stiller cracks me up! KING KONG wins for Visual Effects! My first prediction that turn out true! But it's a category I don't care much about, hence it's useless, so blah, blah, blah... Now, Reese Witherspoon is announcing the winner for Best Animated Feature: WALLACE & GROMIT wins. Nice bowties! Now, Dolly is singing. "From Dollywood to Hollywood!" Groan. But I'm kind of liking "Travelin' Thru." OMG, what's wrong with me?
My score: 2/3
8:42PM
C'mon people! Jon Stewart's Scientology joke was funny. You need to laugh more! Okay, back to the awards. For Live Action Short, who did I choose again? Who cares! So, SIX SHOOTER wins. Oh, I didn't pick this one. Moving on. As for Animated Short: THE MOON AND THE SON: AN IMAGINED CONVERSATION wins. Hmm, none of the choices won. But, an NYU guy won and he's gay, so I won't complain then. Jennifer Aniston is working it! She's announcing the winner for Best Costume Design. MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA! Yeah, I got one right! She just thanked the people of Japan. Wow, the entire people of a country gets a thank you. That seems like a first, no? What's the point of Russell Crowe's spiel? Historical figures portrayed in movies? I don't get it.
My score: 3/6
8:57PM
Will Ferrell and Steve Carell are up and they've entered the stage wearing some ridiculous make up. Nice make up job. Ha ha ha, I get it, you're here to present the Best Make Up award. THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA wins! Yeah, although I didn't pick you to win. Now, I'm below 50% here. Oh, they're going to talk about the Geek awards, now. I'm going to take my bathroom break now. I almost missed it. The winner of Actress in a Supporting Role is Rachel Weisz (THE CONSTANT GARDENER). Since, a Brit won, all the rest of acting awards will be given out to Americans now, right?
My score: 3/8
9:15PM
I'm ignoring the whole black and white movie montage thing... I love the negative campaign ads for the Actress for a Leading Role. The winner for Documentary Short goes to A NOTE OF TRIUMPH: THE GOLDEN AGE OF NORMAN CORWIN. Something I'll never see, ever. Yawn. Charlize, what are you wearing? The puffy thing is not speaking to me at all. She's announced the winner: MARCH OF THE PENGUINS for best Documentary Feature. Thank you. Finally, I get something right. They've brought cute penguin dolls; I want one. Why did they show Morgan Freeman looking lost and confused while the French people were saying their thank you's? Hiya, J.LO. Damn! She's introducing "In the Deep," the song I've picked to win Best Song. But can I change my choice? Even though, I think this will win, because it's a safe Oscar choice, still, can I change my choice?
My score: 4/10
9:32PM
It's the "I know Kung Fu" guy and Miss Congeniality here to announce Best Art Direction. I think I've picked a loser, looking at the set designs from other movies. Let's see who'll win. It's MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA. The love affair for Japan continues. Will the entire people of this island nation get thanked again for having their not-so-unique architecture? Guess not. Anyways, ah, a jedi master! Sam Jackson enters and is now talking about how Hollywood tackles big issues that ail our society: racism, sexism, agism, feminism, anti-semiticism, another montage-ism. Sigh. Let me just ignore the President of the Academy who'll probably talk about why movies matter. Let me work on my entry... I'm back. Oh, oh, oh, it's Salma Hayek and Itzhak Perlman. Damn, that man can play the violin! C'mon, give me a hit! Best Score goes to... BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN. Gracias! I get another right! Wow, this time, the winner just thanked his whole country, Argentina. First, it was a people of a country that got thanked, and now, it's a country.
My score: 5/12
9:56PM
We're at the half way point, hopefully. Oh, Jake~y!!! I can't quit you, too. This time, it's about the epics. Yes, Hollywood loves to make epic films. Must I suffer yet another montage? Thank you, Jon Stewart, for making fun of the montages. OMG, Jessical Alba is hot, hot, hot! Of course, Eric Bana, the Hulk, in a hunk. They're giving the Oscar to KING KONG for best Sound Mixing. They're the team that won for THE LORD OF THE RING. But must you guys need to make a Kiwi reference? Dumb Kiwis. It's Meryl Streep and Lily Tomlin. I love them. Their banter has to be the highlight of this show. They are such great actors and they're giving a tribute to Robert Altman. I'm happy that Robert Altman is getting an Honorary Oscar. I think his movies are great studies of human behaviors and conditions. Oh, I didn't know he had a heart transplant. I thought he was going to thank the family of the dead woman and the dead woman for giving him a new lease in life. Guess not! Use your heart wisely, Robert Altman.
My score: 5/13
10:17PM
It's Ludicris! And for the first time, a rap song is going to be performed on an Oscar stage: "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp." Again, can I change my safe bet choice and go for the hard edge one? Seriously, for an industry that celebrates diversity, so far all the winners have been... white! Maybe Ang Lee will be the token minority to win an award. Every Oscar award show needs one token minority... But wait, Ang Lee's not American, is he? Sure, foreigners tend to win Oscars, but when I talk about minorities, I mean, those Americans of the hyphenated persuasion, m'kay? When, Lord, will Asian-Americans be represented? The Queen is here to bestow an Oscar. It goes to "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" (HUSTLE & FLOW). So, I get it. They're the token minority to win an Oscar. Yeah. Diversity wins one. Jon Stewart is showing another campaign ad. I love those ads. Now, here comes Jennifer Gardner and she's almost got knocked out/tripped? Anyways, KING KONG wins Best Sound Editing. Peter Jackson's team is yet again racking in the technical awards. Mr. Academy Award winner Clooney is on stage to introduce the In Memoriam montage. You know how I'm feeling about the montages now, so here I am polishing my post notes.
My score: 5/15
10:38PM
Fresh Prince just said, "What happens in Bangkok stays in Bangkok?" Are you kidding me? Well, at least, my pick for Best Foreign Film, TSOTSI, won. By the way, We're really loving our countries and continents tonight, aren't we? The whole entire continent got thanked! And what a passionate thank you. Long Live Africa, indeed! Best Film Editing goes to CRASH! Another win for yours truly. Here's Hillary Swank. Will there be a big surprise in the Actor in a Leading role category? Philip, I'm rooting for you, man. Although, I sorta want Heath to win. But you've had the better gay role. Hillary is opening the envelope and... Philip (CAPOTE) wins!
Will he bark? I heard from somewhere that he said that if he were to win, he would bark. Maybe I'm misinformed, but will he?
My score: 8/18
10:54PM
It's still not over yet? I'm dying here. John Travolta just announced the winner for Cinematography: MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA? Seriously? What? That's a surprise. Well, it did win best Art Direction. You need beautiful scenaries to capture beautiful images, I guess. Stll, wow. Mr. Foxx crowns Reese Witherspoon (WALK THE LINE) with Best Actress in a Leading Role. I love Reese. As predicted, she wins. And can I tell you, I was nervous that she might forget to thank her cute hubby, Ryan Phillippe.
My score: 9/20
11:07PM
This live blogging thing is hard. It's hard to come up with witty things to say, especially when there's nothing funny happening in this show. It's so subdued. Well, Dustin Hoffman... It's Dustin Hoffman. Let's give it up to the losers: I'm paraphrasing. Yessir, you won't be asked back. Whatever! You're Dustin Hoffman, the Academy will always need you. Anyways, the Oscar for best Adapted Screenplay went to BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN. I didn't pick it, but I'm stoked that BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN takes it for writing. Uma Thurman. What can I say about Uma? Well CRASH wins best Original Screenplay. No surprise there.
My score: 10/22
11:19PM
I think the show will end before midnight. OMG! That's a first, no? Tom Hanks need to cut his hair or something. Ang Lee (BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN) wins Best Directing. That is truly awesome! He made a nice speech in support of love, even gay ones. And yet again, more countries get thanked. I want to be a country, so that I'd be thanked. Okay, here we are: Best Picture. It's been a long night. Jack Nicholson will announce the winner. Will there be a huge surprise? Like last year's upset, MILLION DOLLAR BABY's triumph over THE AVIATOR? Apparently, Yup! CRASH wins! CRASH wins! As social issues go, racism trumps gay struggle. Apparently, Oscar is not gay.
Well, this concludes my live blogging. I'm beat. My score card didn't fair well either. Anyways, good night. Less than 50%.
My final score: 11/24
7:48PM
People are entering the Kodak Theater. Critics are weighing in on which film will take the big price. It's either BROKEBACK or CRASH. I have to agree. And Keira Knightley looks hot; Felicity Huffman has just gotten va-klempt because her Desperate Wives co-stars wished her good luck. Wow, the girl can act!
8:00PM
The show has started and I'm watching it on my HDTV. I think it was a smart choice for the Academy to get Jon Stewart to host the show. It's not just about returning to the old glamour and glitze of Hollywood, but about exposing Middle America to the diversity and beauty of life. George Clooney (SYRIANA) won the first award of the night for Actor in a Supporting Role. George, I have to agree with you, there goes your chance of winning Best Directing. But you know what? Your speech is right on! Sure, Hollywood is out of touch with the rest of the country. But when the rest of the country is backward, we need Art to tell us the truth. Although, Hollywood really isn't a bastion for Art.
My score: 0/1
8:29PM
Ben Stiller cracks me up! KING KONG wins for Visual Effects! My first prediction that turn out true! But it's a category I don't care much about, hence it's useless, so blah, blah, blah... Now, Reese Witherspoon is announcing the winner for Best Animated Feature: WALLACE & GROMIT wins. Nice bowties! Now, Dolly is singing. "From Dollywood to Hollywood!" Groan. But I'm kind of liking "Travelin' Thru." OMG, what's wrong with me?
My score: 2/3
8:42PM
C'mon people! Jon Stewart's Scientology joke was funny. You need to laugh more! Okay, back to the awards. For Live Action Short, who did I choose again? Who cares! So, SIX SHOOTER wins. Oh, I didn't pick this one. Moving on. As for Animated Short: THE MOON AND THE SON: AN IMAGINED CONVERSATION wins. Hmm, none of the choices won. But, an NYU guy won and he's gay, so I won't complain then. Jennifer Aniston is working it! She's announcing the winner for Best Costume Design. MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA! Yeah, I got one right! She just thanked the people of Japan. Wow, the entire people of a country gets a thank you. That seems like a first, no? What's the point of Russell Crowe's spiel? Historical figures portrayed in movies? I don't get it.
My score: 3/6
8:57PM
Will Ferrell and Steve Carell are up and they've entered the stage wearing some ridiculous make up. Nice make up job. Ha ha ha, I get it, you're here to present the Best Make Up award. THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA wins! Yeah, although I didn't pick you to win. Now, I'm below 50% here. Oh, they're going to talk about the Geek awards, now. I'm going to take my bathroom break now. I almost missed it. The winner of Actress in a Supporting Role is Rachel Weisz (THE CONSTANT GARDENER). Since, a Brit won, all the rest of acting awards will be given out to Americans now, right?
My score: 3/8
9:15PM
I'm ignoring the whole black and white movie montage thing... I love the negative campaign ads for the Actress for a Leading Role. The winner for Documentary Short goes to A NOTE OF TRIUMPH: THE GOLDEN AGE OF NORMAN CORWIN. Something I'll never see, ever. Yawn. Charlize, what are you wearing? The puffy thing is not speaking to me at all. She's announced the winner: MARCH OF THE PENGUINS for best Documentary Feature. Thank you. Finally, I get something right. They've brought cute penguin dolls; I want one. Why did they show Morgan Freeman looking lost and confused while the French people were saying their thank you's? Hiya, J.LO. Damn! She's introducing "In the Deep," the song I've picked to win Best Song. But can I change my choice? Even though, I think this will win, because it's a safe Oscar choice, still, can I change my choice?
My score: 4/10
9:32PM
It's the "I know Kung Fu" guy and Miss Congeniality here to announce Best Art Direction. I think I've picked a loser, looking at the set designs from other movies. Let's see who'll win. It's MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA. The love affair for Japan continues. Will the entire people of this island nation get thanked again for having their not-so-unique architecture? Guess not. Anyways, ah, a jedi master! Sam Jackson enters and is now talking about how Hollywood tackles big issues that ail our society: racism, sexism, agism, feminism, anti-semiticism, another montage-ism. Sigh. Let me just ignore the President of the Academy who'll probably talk about why movies matter. Let me work on my entry... I'm back. Oh, oh, oh, it's Salma Hayek and Itzhak Perlman. Damn, that man can play the violin! C'mon, give me a hit! Best Score goes to... BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN. Gracias! I get another right! Wow, this time, the winner just thanked his whole country, Argentina. First, it was a people of a country that got thanked, and now, it's a country.
My score: 5/12
9:56PM
We're at the half way point, hopefully. Oh, Jake~y!!! I can't quit you, too. This time, it's about the epics. Yes, Hollywood loves to make epic films. Must I suffer yet another montage? Thank you, Jon Stewart, for making fun of the montages. OMG, Jessical Alba is hot, hot, hot! Of course, Eric Bana, the Hulk, in a hunk. They're giving the Oscar to KING KONG for best Sound Mixing. They're the team that won for THE LORD OF THE RING. But must you guys need to make a Kiwi reference? Dumb Kiwis. It's Meryl Streep and Lily Tomlin. I love them. Their banter has to be the highlight of this show. They are such great actors and they're giving a tribute to Robert Altman. I'm happy that Robert Altman is getting an Honorary Oscar. I think his movies are great studies of human behaviors and conditions. Oh, I didn't know he had a heart transplant. I thought he was going to thank the family of the dead woman and the dead woman for giving him a new lease in life. Guess not! Use your heart wisely, Robert Altman.
My score: 5/13
10:17PM
It's Ludicris! And for the first time, a rap song is going to be performed on an Oscar stage: "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp." Again, can I change my safe bet choice and go for the hard edge one? Seriously, for an industry that celebrates diversity, so far all the winners have been... white! Maybe Ang Lee will be the token minority to win an award. Every Oscar award show needs one token minority... But wait, Ang Lee's not American, is he? Sure, foreigners tend to win Oscars, but when I talk about minorities, I mean, those Americans of the hyphenated persuasion, m'kay? When, Lord, will Asian-Americans be represented? The Queen is here to bestow an Oscar. It goes to "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" (HUSTLE & FLOW). So, I get it. They're the token minority to win an Oscar. Yeah. Diversity wins one. Jon Stewart is showing another campaign ad. I love those ads. Now, here comes Jennifer Gardner and she's almost got knocked out/tripped? Anyways, KING KONG wins Best Sound Editing. Peter Jackson's team is yet again racking in the technical awards. Mr. Academy Award winner Clooney is on stage to introduce the In Memoriam montage. You know how I'm feeling about the montages now, so here I am polishing my post notes.
My score: 5/15
10:38PM
Fresh Prince just said, "What happens in Bangkok stays in Bangkok?" Are you kidding me? Well, at least, my pick for Best Foreign Film, TSOTSI, won. By the way, We're really loving our countries and continents tonight, aren't we? The whole entire continent got thanked! And what a passionate thank you. Long Live Africa, indeed! Best Film Editing goes to CRASH! Another win for yours truly. Here's Hillary Swank. Will there be a big surprise in the Actor in a Leading role category? Philip, I'm rooting for you, man. Although, I sorta want Heath to win. But you've had the better gay role. Hillary is opening the envelope and... Philip (CAPOTE) wins!
Will he bark? I heard from somewhere that he said that if he were to win, he would bark. Maybe I'm misinformed, but will he?
My score: 8/18
10:54PM
It's still not over yet? I'm dying here. John Travolta just announced the winner for Cinematography: MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA? Seriously? What? That's a surprise. Well, it did win best Art Direction. You need beautiful scenaries to capture beautiful images, I guess. Stll, wow. Mr. Foxx crowns Reese Witherspoon (WALK THE LINE) with Best Actress in a Leading Role. I love Reese. As predicted, she wins. And can I tell you, I was nervous that she might forget to thank her cute hubby, Ryan Phillippe.
My score: 9/20
11:07PM
This live blogging thing is hard. It's hard to come up with witty things to say, especially when there's nothing funny happening in this show. It's so subdued. Well, Dustin Hoffman... It's Dustin Hoffman. Let's give it up to the losers: I'm paraphrasing. Yessir, you won't be asked back. Whatever! You're Dustin Hoffman, the Academy will always need you. Anyways, the Oscar for best Adapted Screenplay went to BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN. I didn't pick it, but I'm stoked that BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN takes it for writing. Uma Thurman. What can I say about Uma? Well CRASH wins best Original Screenplay. No surprise there.
My score: 10/22
11:19PM
I think the show will end before midnight. OMG! That's a first, no? Tom Hanks need to cut his hair or something. Ang Lee (BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN) wins Best Directing. That is truly awesome! He made a nice speech in support of love, even gay ones. And yet again, more countries get thanked. I want to be a country, so that I'd be thanked. Okay, here we are: Best Picture. It's been a long night. Jack Nicholson will announce the winner. Will there be a huge surprise? Like last year's upset, MILLION DOLLAR BABY's triumph over THE AVIATOR? Apparently, Yup! CRASH wins! CRASH wins! As social issues go, racism trumps gay struggle. Apparently, Oscar is not gay.
Well, this concludes my live blogging. I'm beat. My score card didn't fair well either. Anyways, good night. Less than 50%.
My final score: 11/24
151: My Picks
Go here for the list of nominees.
Without further ado, here are my picks:
#Actor in a Leading Role: Philip Seymore Hoffman (CAPOTE)
Somebody who played gay has to win!
#Actor in a Supporting Role: Paul Giamatti (CINDERELLA MAN)
He didn't get one last year, therefore...
#Actress in a Leading Role: Reese Witherspoon (WALK THE LINE)
Somehow, this overlooked movie needs to be honored.
#Actress in a Supporting Role: Amy Adams (JUNEBUG)
This category is always a surprise. If not Amy, then Rachel Weisz (THE CONSTANT GARDENER)
#Animated Feature: WALLACE & GROMIT IN THE CURSE OF THE WERE-RABBIT
Art Direction: GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK
Well, BATMAN BEGINS didn't get a nomination nod in this category as I had hoped.
#Cinematography: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN
I'm glad, though, here in this category, BATMAN BEGINS was nominated.
Costume Design: MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA
#Directing: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN
Ang will continue his winning streak.
Documentary Feature: MARCH OF THE PENGUINS
It will be a gay night indeed.
Documentary Short: GOD SLEEPS IN RWANDA
Because we all love a good genocide documentary.
Film Editing: CRASH
Foreign Language Film: TSOTSI
I've no idea. I'm just picking randomly here. And I like how the title sounds.
Makeup: STAR WARS: EPISODE III REVENGE OF THE SITH
Why not?
Music (Score): BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN
Because we've heard it so many times, the music's pretty much engraved in our heads, no?
Music (Song): "In the Deep" from CRASH
#Best Picture: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN
Short Film (Animated): THE MYSTERIOUS GEOGRAPHIC EXPLORATIONS OF JASPER MORELLO or 9
It's either a long ass titled movie or a short and simple titled movie that'll win.
Short Film (Live Action): CASHBACK
"Inny-minny-miny-mo!"
Sound Editing: MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA
Sound Mixing: THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE
Visual Effects: KING KONG
#Writing (Adapted Screenplay): CAPOTE
#Writing (Original Screenplay): CRASH
# - The categories I count as being important!
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I'll do my first ever live blogging when the gayest night in Hollywood starts.
B: My picks that won.
Without further ado, here are my picks:
#Actor in a Leading Role: Philip Seymore Hoffman (CAPOTE)
Somebody who played gay has to win!
#Actor in a Supporting Role: Paul Giamatti (CINDERELLA MAN)
He didn't get one last year, therefore...
#Actress in a Leading Role: Reese Witherspoon (WALK THE LINE)
Somehow, this overlooked movie needs to be honored.
#Actress in a Supporting Role: Amy Adams (JUNEBUG)
This category is always a surprise. If not Amy, then Rachel Weisz (THE CONSTANT GARDENER)
#Animated Feature: WALLACE & GROMIT IN THE CURSE OF THE WERE-RABBIT
Art Direction: GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK
Well, BATMAN BEGINS didn't get a nomination nod in this category as I had hoped.
#Cinematography: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN
I'm glad, though, here in this category, BATMAN BEGINS was nominated.
Costume Design: MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA
#Directing: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN
Ang will continue his winning streak.
Documentary Feature: MARCH OF THE PENGUINS
It will be a gay night indeed.
Documentary Short: GOD SLEEPS IN RWANDA
Because we all love a good genocide documentary.
Film Editing: CRASH
Foreign Language Film: TSOTSI
I've no idea. I'm just picking randomly here. And I like how the title sounds.
Makeup: STAR WARS: EPISODE III REVENGE OF THE SITH
Why not?
Music (Score): BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN
Because we've heard it so many times, the music's pretty much engraved in our heads, no?
Music (Song): "In the Deep" from CRASH
#Best Picture: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN
Short Film (Animated): THE MYSTERIOUS GEOGRAPHIC EXPLORATIONS OF JASPER MORELLO or 9
It's either a long ass titled movie or a short and simple titled movie that'll win.
Short Film (Live Action): CASHBACK
"Inny-minny-miny-mo!"
Sound Editing: MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA
Sound Mixing: THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE
Visual Effects: KING KONG
#Writing (Adapted Screenplay): CAPOTE
#Writing (Original Screenplay): CRASH
# - The categories I count as being important!
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I'll do my first ever live blogging when the gayest night in Hollywood starts.
B: My picks that won.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
150: Bloody Hell
While I'm brushing my teeth last night, my nose decides that its own blood vessel will pop wide open, to release a copious amount of blood. You know, like the way an Ebola infected individual will just suddenly bleed and die. Well, maybe not exactly like that, since I'm still breathing. But you get the idea.
And, oh yes, my body parts do have a mind of their own; Masters of their own Determination and Will, they are. Sometimes they do stuff without my noticing. It's quite strange really. Waking up one morning to find your underwear wet and sticky. And just right now, this very moment, the muscles of my left butt cheek are starting to cramp...Ou, ou, ouuuu...Okay, I'm back. Think of the worst charley-horse you ever had and think of it happening to your ass. Not pleasant. Believe!
So, yes, back to my bloody nose. This doesn't normally happen to me. Last time I had an unprovoked (unprovoked, in a sense, your nose isn't picked so clean that you bust open the delicate lining of your nasal cavity) nose bleed was back when I was a sexually confused and horned up teenager. Spontaneous nose bleed, as Japanese manga teaches, only occurs in times of great excitement, to be more concise, when the male protagonist by happenstance observes a nude goddess bathing in one of Japan's many onsens or when some perverted old man peaks on a teenage girl changing out of her school uniform. I can assure you that I'm not, NOT, at the very least like either of those aforementioned manga figures.
I, however, having recently committed to a lifestyle, which I hope to, perhaps, share about in my next hype-cast installment, a life choice akin to the Masters, like Michelangelo, Da Vinci, and Walt Whitman, even Hans Chirstian Andersen, and the countless Saints, like the older version of St. Augustine, without whom the beautifully proportioned bell shaped standard deviation curve would be askewed to the side of rabid beasts, or rather, to those of whom we label whores or sluts, I am perchance experiencing something similar to a buyer's remorse. As my bloody nose has indicated.
But what do you do when you're committed? Should I give in by complying to my other brain's demand? Invite the two good Messieurs to play? But what do you do when you don't want to play with Mr. Right and Mr. Left anymore?
Bloody hell!
Oh, the cramp, the cramp!!! Shit, I'm bleeding again.
And, oh yes, my body parts do have a mind of their own; Masters of their own Determination and Will, they are. Sometimes they do stuff without my noticing. It's quite strange really. Waking up one morning to find your underwear wet and sticky. And just right now, this very moment, the muscles of my left butt cheek are starting to cramp...Ou, ou, ouuuu...Okay, I'm back. Think of the worst charley-horse you ever had and think of it happening to your ass. Not pleasant. Believe!
So, yes, back to my bloody nose. This doesn't normally happen to me. Last time I had an unprovoked (unprovoked, in a sense, your nose isn't picked so clean that you bust open the delicate lining of your nasal cavity) nose bleed was back when I was a sexually confused and horned up teenager. Spontaneous nose bleed, as Japanese manga teaches, only occurs in times of great excitement, to be more concise, when the male protagonist by happenstance observes a nude goddess bathing in one of Japan's many onsens or when some perverted old man peaks on a teenage girl changing out of her school uniform. I can assure you that I'm not, NOT, at the very least like either of those aforementioned manga figures.
I, however, having recently committed to a lifestyle, which I hope to, perhaps, share about in my next hype-cast installment, a life choice akin to the Masters, like Michelangelo, Da Vinci, and Walt Whitman, even Hans Chirstian Andersen, and the countless Saints, like the older version of St. Augustine, without whom the beautifully proportioned bell shaped standard deviation curve would be askewed to the side of rabid beasts, or rather, to those of whom we label whores or sluts, I am perchance experiencing something similar to a buyer's remorse. As my bloody nose has indicated.
But what do you do when you're committed? Should I give in by complying to my other brain's demand? Invite the two good Messieurs to play? But what do you do when you don't want to play with Mr. Right and Mr. Left anymore?
Bloody hell!
Oh, the cramp, the cramp!!! Shit, I'm bleeding again.
Friday, February 24, 2006
149: What's In A Name?
Last night, the new season of American Idol and the Olympics weren't doing much for me. So, I started randomly searching different things in Google, and I discovered that I may have some Indian blood in me. I may not be a purebred after all, but a mutt! I can't tell you how stoked I am about this.
My family had told me that we are descended from a king who ruled some part of Korea 2 millennia ago. What they failed to mention was that his wife might have been a princess from India. So, I have two royal bloodlines in me!
Well, since I don't know if or when I'll ever reach greatness, I'll settle for now with this little factoid. Yes, this will have to do.
Sure, there are 4 million people who supposedly belong to my Gimhae clan. But so what? Most of them just stole our name, just so that they can be considered "blue" blood. That just shows how great my clan is!
Yes.
So. Hear ye, near and far: I am a royal Prince of Korea and India.
Bow before me!
My family had told me that we are descended from a king who ruled some part of Korea 2 millennia ago. What they failed to mention was that his wife might have been a princess from India. So, I have two royal bloodlines in me!
Well, since I don't know if or when I'll ever reach greatness, I'll settle for now with this little factoid. Yes, this will have to do.
Sure, there are 4 million people who supposedly belong to my Gimhae clan. But so what? Most of them just stole our name, just so that they can be considered "blue" blood. That just shows how great my clan is!
Yes.
So. Hear ye, near and far: I am a royal Prince of Korea and India.
Bow before me!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
148: A Subcontinental Revelation
So, during my lunch hour, I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. I don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone. Then, lo and behold, over yonder, I see before me a restaurant beloved yet not graced for over a six years time. Standing in front of it, I feel as if I made it through the wilderness. Yes, somehow I made it through and I didn't know how lost I was until I found it, again. Pushing through the door, I strut in. Seriously, you can tell by the way I use my walk. The aroma of spices fills this Indian restaurant and my stomach aches for the goodness. But as I lock gaze with the waiter, who is expectant for the information only I can provide and confirm, I realize I need to act. (Do I say it? Do I voice it? Help! I need somebody. I'm not so self assured.) But resigned, I raise my hand and lift the index finger up to let the good man know that I'd be a party of One. And I can't help but think that One is the loneliest number that I'll ever do.
But then I had the Rogan Josh and I didn't care. I was satiated. Hmm... Rogan Josh!
But then I had the Rogan Josh and I didn't care. I was satiated. Hmm... Rogan Josh!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
147: Exhausted
I'm just going to write this post as I would in my journal entry. I usually keep a separate journal, which is just a collection of my random thoughts strung together into one incomprehensible mess. So my advice is, skip it. Seriously, skip it.
Exhausted. Yeah, I'm exhausted. I feel as if I'll literally break apart... No, maybe a better way to put it is: I feel like a broken vase pieced together with glue. You can see the cracks and lines in me. Touch me the wrong way I'll just crumble a little bit more. Yeah! No, a more apt statement would be I am a vase broken and put back together many, many times. I took a half a day because I guess I'm still upset with what happened at work yesterday. With the asshole and the other guy, who I thought was a decent person, but turned out to be an asshole as well. I hate the blame game people play, pointing fingers, passing the buck. I hate it more when I'm called to play the blame game. So, I go into craigslist and check its job postings. Anywhere but New York. But it's a job; it's in the very nature of a job. So, whether I'm here or in London, it'll be the same. I know this. Maybe moving back to New York was a mistake. Maybe I should have found ways to stay in Japan. I had a car, I had the beaches, the mountains, I had my drunken revelries, I had laughters... I had a life... I had friends. God, I'm exhausted.
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I was asked about the songs I had in my podcast. So here they are:
hype-cast episode 1:
(1) Clear Cut by Lani Pula
(2) Evacuating London from the Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe soundtrack.
(3) Just for Now by Imogen Heap
hype-cast episode 2:
(1) Hands by m-flo (original version)
(2) Song 6 by Daniel Powter
(3) Won't You Come Again by Susie Suh
Exhausted. Yeah, I'm exhausted. I feel as if I'll literally break apart... No, maybe a better way to put it is: I feel like a broken vase pieced together with glue. You can see the cracks and lines in me. Touch me the wrong way I'll just crumble a little bit more. Yeah! No, a more apt statement would be I am a vase broken and put back together many, many times. I took a half a day because I guess I'm still upset with what happened at work yesterday. With the asshole and the other guy, who I thought was a decent person, but turned out to be an asshole as well. I hate the blame game people play, pointing fingers, passing the buck. I hate it more when I'm called to play the blame game. So, I go into craigslist and check its job postings. Anywhere but New York. But it's a job; it's in the very nature of a job. So, whether I'm here or in London, it'll be the same. I know this. Maybe moving back to New York was a mistake. Maybe I should have found ways to stay in Japan. I had a car, I had the beaches, the mountains, I had my drunken revelries, I had laughters... I had a life... I had friends. God, I'm exhausted.
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I was asked about the songs I had in my podcast. So here they are:
hype-cast episode 1:
(1) Clear Cut by Lani Pula
(2) Evacuating London from the Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe soundtrack.
(3) Just for Now by Imogen Heap
hype-cast episode 2:
(1) Hands by m-flo (original version)
(2) Song 6 by Daniel Powter
(3) Won't You Come Again by Susie Suh
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
146: So... Well...
Should you find yourself being...
Called into a small conference room,
By the Man of a company that you don't belong to,
But must treat him like he is your company's Man,
Just because of a special (read: shady) relationship the two companies have,
And
Sat down just so you'll be lectured to like a five year old,
Because you disclosed to a coworker last week,
A good thing that happened to you, like receiving a raise,
Which, by the way, the Man did not give you,
What do you do?
What do you do?
You get your coat, go down the elevator, walk around SoHo,
And come back with a cute, brand new hat, of course.
It's really cute. And I got it cheap!
(You have to know when to pick your fights. I chose not to fight, but I'm building up my arsenal.)
Called into a small conference room,
By the Man of a company that you don't belong to,
But must treat him like he is your company's Man,
Just because of a special (read: shady) relationship the two companies have,
And
Sat down just so you'll be lectured to like a five year old,
Because you disclosed to a coworker last week,
A good thing that happened to you, like receiving a raise,
Which, by the way, the Man did not give you,
What do you do?
What do you do?
You get your coat, go down the elevator, walk around SoHo,
And come back with a cute, brand new hat, of course.
It's really cute. And I got it cheap!
(You have to know when to pick your fights. I chose not to fight, but I'm building up my arsenal.)
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
145: I Hate Love
Anyone want to speculate as to why?
Do I need to explain? Must I spell it out?
Today is the day I hate the most.
Today is the day I wish to skip.
Today is the day when this rings too true.
But...
Today, as always, I will hold on a little longer,
Keep the faith, sustain the hope, and believe
Love is Real,
Love is Tangible,
Love is for me.
But for now, let me love to hate Love.
I Hate Love.
Do I need to explain? Must I spell it out?
Today is the day I hate the most.
Today is the day I wish to skip.
Today is the day when this rings too true.
But...
Today, as always, I will hold on a little longer,
Keep the faith, sustain the hope, and believe
Love is Real,
Love is Tangible,
Love is for me.
But for now, let me love to hate Love.
I Hate Love.
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