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31 March 2011 @ 11:58 pm
Hey LJ. I've been neglecting you something fierce, but I'm going to assume that I haven't lost any viewers by sheer dint of laziness alone.

I took out my lip ring today. That was the last of the face piercings. It started as kind of a whim. We were sparring at kung fu and shifu asked me to take it out because we were going to go a round full contact. But after 5 minutes of having that thing out, I was like, "Fuck. This is nice." That little piece of metal really binds you. It chains you to that piece of flesh, and paradoxically locks you out of yourself. Well, maybe not you. you might like yours. I like mine once, but I don't anymore.

I look forward someday to pulling out the little jewelry box with my piercings inside (santizaed) and showing them to my grandkids. "Now this was pappy's nose ring..." Piercings are definitely a young man's game.

I've been keeping it pretty mellow lately. Trip to Europe in May/June. Been cooking a bit. If I was (more) vain, I would have taken pictures of my creations to share, so you could say "ooh, mashed potatoes! How exotic..."

I've been growing my hair out again. It's starting to get hot again though, so that might not last.

I've also been feeling the pull of volunteerism lately. For most of my young life, I've been pretty selfish. I never really did much for my community. I always justified it by saying "well, I'm going to teach college classes forever eventually..." Maybe it's the sorry state of the country. Maybe I'm finally growing up? I'm not sure what it is, but I have been having these wonderful fantasies of signing up at a library and getting to read books to children. I can teach all the Greek and Latin in the world and it won't be giving anyone a gift like that.
Feeling: busybusy
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12 May 2010 @ 11:35 pm
Fantastic early-90s movie featuring what must have been state-of-the-art CGI for the time. A lot of the themes of the movie are hammered in pretty heavy-handedly, but they all still resonate today. People getting sucked into computers and communications technology (in this case, "sucked in" both literally and figuratively). The government only caring about waging wars (I know. I know. The current administration seems to have other stuff on their mind too, but you can always bitch about the government and wars). Man's hubristic search for all Knowledge with a capital K. That kinda stuff. Great mixture of kitschy 90s film tropes with not-entirely wooden acting. Plus you get a couple of steamy shots of Pierce Brosnan with his shirt off.

Best line of the movie by far:

"He absorbed Latin yesterday in two hours. It took me a year just to learn the Latin alphabet."

Man I feel sorry for that guy...
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31 March 2010 @ 06:42 pm
The breakdown of "community" has, of course, been well noted already by political scientists, both [in Britian] and in America... Robert D. Putnam sees a broad pattern that resonates in Britian as much as in America: for the first two thirds of the twentieth century, a tide bore Americans deeper into the life of their communities, but a few decades ago, the tide changed and a "treacherous rip current" started to pull everything back...

Some will counter-argue that they have a lot more friends these days, too many to keep up with; and may even belong to more clubs and reading groups. But Putnam distinguishes usefully between two basic types of "social capital" -- bridging and bonding -- to rather sobering effect. Bridging is inclusive; bonding is exclusive. The ultimate bridging group would be the Civil Rights Movement; the ultimate bonding group would be the Ku Klux Klan. Bridging is a lubricant; bonding is an adhesive. Bridging obligates you to adapt and compromise (it generates "broader identities and reciprocity"); bonding confirms you are perfectly all right defining yourself by your existing desires and connections (it "bolsters our narrower selves"). And guess which type is doing quite well at the moment? Here's a clue: think pointy hats and flaming crosses.

--from Lynne Truss, Talk to the Hand: The Utter Bloody Rudeness of the World today, or six Good Reasons to Stay Home and Bolt the Door
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07 February 2010 @ 11:33 pm
Dontcha hate when you take your computer into the bathroom to read the news (hey I'm a twenty-first century guy; paper news is sooo last century), but you forget to turn off your iTunes and then you realize that you've been pooping to Paul McCartney and Wings?

Wait, you dont do that?
Feeling: anxiousstrained
Listening to: C Moon - Wings
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04 December 2009 @ 09:50 pm
So you may have heard of omegle.com. It's an interesting concept: a site where you are connected to a random person via a very simple chat interface. I have to say that the few times I have used it before I found it not very enjoyable, as we both sat there waiting for the other person to be exciting. Tonight though I found a conversation partner who actually responded somewhat enthusiastically and at a reasonable pace.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: hi
Stranger: hi
You: hows its going
Stranger: ok
Stranger: how r u
You: a little stressed from procrastinating all day
You: you?
Stranger: um just chin at home doing nothing lost my gf on monday
You: lost as in she passed away?
Stranger: no we r not together anymore
You: well at least no one died
You: sorry to hear that man
Stranger: its ok i guess
You: how long were yall together?
Stranger: 1 year and 11 months and 11 days
Stranger: can i see ur boobs
You: lol
You: how old are you?
Stranger: 25
You: well friend
You: i am sorry to inform you that i am a dude
Stranger: oh ok
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

WTF mate. How many times has the "lost my gf-can I see your boobs" manoeuver worked?

EDIT: fuck. well I think this concept may be broken. Here is attempt #2.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: hello
Stranger: hi...im a dude
You: lol
You: did you just get the same kid asking to see your boobs?
Stranger: constantly something like that
You: sad really
You: i am also a dude
You: if you are cool with that
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
Listening to: FOTC- Ladies of the World
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29 October 2009 @ 07:44 am
I saw Regina Spektor last night at the Greek Theatre. She was amazing. She played a lot of stuff from her last two albums but definitely hit the high points of her earlier stuff, including accompanying herself with a drumstick and wooden chair on "Poor Little Rich Boy". She had a string quartet and drummer on stage to accompany her on the new songs but did a few by herself and played bass on that one ("Remember that time that I would only smoke par-ar-ar-li-ments?"). The highlight of the night was when she stands up, grabs a mike, and sings this accapella song about the color of boys' eyes and the relation to their trustworthyness, which had to have been completely extemporaneous. The only songs I was kinda bummed that she didnt play were "Oedipus" and "Ne me quitte pas," but her set had a lot of good ones, and Regina's stuff is good enough that I didn't mind hearing a buncha new ones, including "Laughing With" which has been making get all teary eyed lately.

Regina herself was adorable. She had on this big poofy white dress with a bow on the bust, in keeping with her damnable modesty and refusal to give us a glimpse of that massive, awe-isinpiring bewbage. She seemed pretty shy for someone who has been performing for so long. She said "Thank you for coming here with us tonight" like 25 times. Her stage presence was still totally rockin tho because she looked like a porcelain doll with her complexion and that dress and she giggled whenever someone shouted at the stage. Sigh. New goal for living in LA: find a way to bed Regina Spektor!
number three
02 October 2009 @ 03:54 pm

hey langostino , what's your excuse?

number three
28 September 2009 @ 09:55 pm
It never occured to me before, what a great message the Odyssey has about relationships. Odysseus has 2 choices of possible mates. Return to his wife who is firmly entrenched in the oikos (home) and society of Ithaka, or stay alone on a desert isle with a dread goddess. I.E. have a healthy relationship with outside friends or a super codependent one where you never hang out with anyone else. Where do we see Odysseus, when we first encounter him in the poem? On the shore of Calypso's island weeping and breaking his own thumos (roughly: heart), because he has grown tired of her. If I had read this damn thing more closely in high school, I would have had a much better time with relationships in college.
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12 August 2009 @ 06:55 pm
So I finally have started settling myself in LA. I now own some pretty cool furniture including a rolltop desk that might be way too big for my tiny little room. It's a quaint little condo in Chinatown. I'm not far from all the hipster-y stuff in Echo Park and SIlverlake (oneword?), but I'm close to Union Station so I can catch a free bus to campus. My roomates seem nice. I'll keep you posted on that one. I had a few other things I wanted to say about moving in, but they seem to have excaped me.

I really enjoyed the 3 day drive with my family. We had a lot of fun. It was more light-hearted than things have been for a while. I think part of that is that I've been kind of a reclusive bitch for a while around my family. Being stuck wiht each other in a car for 3 days forced me to confront that a little. There were a couple of moments when we were all just laughing our asses off at something and a little thought popped in the back of my head that in other circumstances I might have found some way to make a snarky comment or otherwise dampen the mood. I'd tell the funny stories, but they are all kind of "had to be there" stories or maybe " had to be slap happy from 26 hours of driving."

In closing, here are some pics of the view from my balcony:
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Feeling: accomplishedaccomplished
Listening to: aching to pupate
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I recently posted some of my things on craigslist, and in addition to the annoying spam responses I got these:

For my bookshelf


Black wooden bookcase. The kind you can buy at Walmart for 50 bucks. Approx. 1' deep x 6' tall x 2.5' wide. Put it together myself. Has a couple of stickers from the Mushroom and Dirty Coast on one side.



--I would like your bookshelf. Where in uptown do you live? Do you think it would fit in a compact car?

--hi.what exactly are the stains on the bookshelf and where are they located (on which parts/shelf of the bookcase)?

For my small table


wood topped table with blue metal legs. 2' deep x approx 3.5' wide x 29.5" tall. I have used it as a kitchen table in a small kitchen and as a desk in my bedroom. very versatile table. Here is a picture of it in its natural habitat. (insert picture of my desk completely enveloped by crap)


--Hi.I am interested in your table. What are its dimensions round about?

--(Same girl as above**) I would like your table. Where in uptown do you live? Do you think it would fit in a compact car?

**No, I am not calling her a girl just because she is stupid. I am confident in this assertion because my Mail program tells me her name is Constance Thompson, and she uses a gentle rounded font on a soothing avacado green background. It also thinks she might be junk mail, so I guess there is a good chance she could be spam.

I'd like to angrily message the guy who thinks I have stains on my bookshelf, but he is the only non-Constance Thompson person to respond about that particular item.