Meditation2

I'm so gonna get caught

I wonder how many people smile in their mugshots. Let's hope I never find if I do or not.

ed: I didn't get caught!

Garbled

Devin tried to tell me that I should go and get a slice a pizza instead he said:
"Go get a sack of food."

Pissed

I'm never ordering from Escape from New York Pizza again. The stupid delivery guy couldn't figure out how to use my building's call box to call me to get the pizza (the friggin call box has only 3 buttons!). They've delivered to my house with no problem twice before. Then when I call the joint to ask them where my pizza is and he's super mean to me and blames me for him not being able to get the pizza to me. AND, get this, he has the audacity to tell me that he will redeliver the pizza. WTF? You know he will totally spit all over it. Grrr!!!

While I'm at it, I would like to complain about the arrogance of journalers who write vague entries littered with improperly used 50 cent words about how freaking depressed and world weary they are. Your agony kills me. Come on man, admit you have an adult case of Teenage Poet Syndrome and get over it. Your life is not that wretched and painful. Go listen to some The Darkness and f_cking get happy.

Getting political

Saddam and Al Qaida don't scare me. What really scares me is Kim Jong Il. Ever since I went to the DMZ in Korea I've been interested in researching what North Korea is really like. It's hard to know what I should believe because there's such an extreme amount of propaganda surrounind the Koreas.

From the North Korean propaganda I've seen I learned that North Korea hates the United States way more than I thought they did. As Americans we always see anti-axis-of-evil propaganda so it was shocking to me to see us as the hated ones. Here are some examples of their anti-American propaganda.
"F_cking USA," North Korean propaganda film
North Korean Propaganda Posters

And here's an interesting article about the role of films in North Korea and Kim Jong Il's fascination with them.

This is all really freaking me out. Who the hell should I believe?

Howard Dean: Fodder for DJs

Remixers Make Howard Dean's Scream Funky And Danceable. My brother said he heard his ratings went down after the speach. Eh. I was ROFL-- in a good way.

Let the finger pointing begin

"Former weapons inspector David Kay said Wednesday "we were almost all wrong" about Saddam Hussein's weapons programs... Kay said he spent six months looking for the former Iraqi president's banned weapons and has concluded, based on a "sufficiently intense" effort, that they were not there."

It's a Small Dating Pool After All

The other day while I reading the newspaper online I scrolled down the page only to see a familar face. He was the featured personal of the day. I clicked on his face, looked over his new photos and read who he's looking for. Not me, not anymore anyway. He was an attractive older man, a writer with a lean, athletic body, a shy face, and intelligence to spare. And me, well it's obvious but I was the bright, optimistic, and almost too young college girl. We never went on a formal date but we walked around town, searched the bins at Amoeba for common ground, and chatted while drinking tea at his apartment. We talked about what our relationship was for, what our intentions were, and the depth we'd like to keep the relationship at. But you can't plan and predict relationships and it all fell apart pretty quickly. The only time I ever laid in his bed I stared out the open window with the handkerchief for a curtain blowing in the May breeze. His stiff, uncomfortable bed was covered in perfectly clean white sheets and laying there I thought about the boy I was in love with and his sloppy brown bed.

The next time I talked to the writer, I let him know that things weren't going as planned. He told me he felt the same but was willing to start over. I think maybe he said mean-hearted things to me or I said mean-hearted things to him. Neither of us really meant it, it's just hard when you realize you did something wrong. Just like that it was over.

Linkage

"Arch Enemy" To prove a point this guy decided to eat at McDonalds everyday for a month while filming his movie, "Super Size Me." Gross.

Friscosity a blog about San Francisco with a stupid name. Let's hope the future content will be better than its name.

Elle, Vogue, and Playboy photographer Helmut Newton dies at 83

Freaking fudge!

Worst day in weeks.

Kill me now.

Happy New Year!

It's the year of the Monkey. I hope everyone gets a crap load of money and stuffs themselves full of Korean rice cakes or whatever your culture prefers today. Hey, people gotta know that's it not just Chinese New Year... it's Korean New Year, Vietnamese New Year, Cambodian New Year, Thai New Year...

"Cupid"

"but we could end up broken hearted
if we dont remember why all this started
and if they try to tell you love fades with time
tell them there's no such thing as time"
--Jack Johnson

Here's to dreaming

Celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. Day by virtually paying your respects and rereading his most moving speech. We still have a long way to go in reaching racial equality in America.

Korea: Part 2

Left: My brother, dad, and me at visiting the palace of our ancestors. My dad claims we're descendents of the king who lived there. Nice place.
Center: Dad now lives in Pusan which I think the second largest city in Korea. That's the bridge that helps you get from one of Pusan to the other.
Right: Cute, smart dogs... too bad they will be stew soon.

Left: My aunt grows bunnies to sell... as food.
Center: This is a re-enactment of what school in Korea was like about 30-35 years ago. It's part of a museum of educational history.
Right: Scary statue at a preserved palace in Seoul.

Left: Here's my dad and his two older sisters at a national park in southern S. Korea.
Center: A drum at the aforementioned palace.
Right: A building at a national park.

Left: My dad and brother getting coffee at a temple in Pusan. It was so cold we had to go home.
Center: My brother posing in Pusan next to a rather interesting sign.
Right: My dad at yet another temple.

The big question

My brother and I were watching part of the Newlyweds marathon on MTV today. My brother said that he thinks that Jessica Simpson must have been one of those people that was asked by God: Would you rather be beautiful or smart? And she answered beautiful.

FYI: Protein

Whenever I talk about being a vegetarian people always mention something about there not being enough protein in a vegetarian diet. Drink soy milk, it has protein! Eat beans, they have protein! Put protein powder in your smoothie! Well, my question all along has been so how much protein do I need anyway? I did a search on google and found this handy dandy protein calculator. It turns out I need about 39 grams a day. According to the chart on the same page I can fulfill my protein needs by eating a bean burrito. ONE BEAN BURRITO. So stop telling me to worry about my protein consumption.

On the other hand, getting too protein is problematic.

Things to know about Excessive Protein Consumption
1. Excessive protein consumption prevents proper calcium absorption.
2. Most Americans get twice as much protein as they need.
3. Too little calcium and too much protein is dangerous.

I hope you have DSL

Bush in 30 Seconds ad contest winner has been selected by a panel of judges for MoveOn.org's contest.

Um, no thanks

Today in my "Bulk" email (what a nice euphamism!) box was some spam from Clear Channel. It announced the Britney Spears VIP package for her next tour. For 1,000 smackaroos you get:

-- 2 tickets guaranteed to be in the first 10 rows.
-- 1 parking pass (available in select cities only).
-- Exclusive access to the VIP Lounge with its club ambience, catered food and hosted bar.
-- 2 gift bags that each include
      - 1 VIP laminate for access into the VIP Lounge.
      - 1 autographed Britney tour poster.
      - 1 tour program.
      - 1 tour t-shirt.
      - 1 copy of the as yet unreleased Britney Spears DVD.
--  A VIP host will also be on hand to help you have a great time.

I really hope that teeny boppers aren't begging their daddies for the tickets Veruca Salt style.

Oath

I'm thinking that it's finally time that I become a U.S. citizen. I filled out the forms tonight without any problems, then I reached the Oath of Allegiance.

The last step of naturalization is, in part, to say the following:

"...I will bear arms on behalf of the United States when required by the law; that I will perform noncombatant service in the armed forces of the United States when required by the law; that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the law; and that I take this obligation freely without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me God."

"Without any mental reservation." Hmph. I assume most of you reading this are already U.S. citizens, but does this mean you agree to do this too?

iLove

The perfect tshirt for the gadget geek with a sense of humor.

Fetish

It's after 2 in the morning and I'm still up. Drinking a Stella Artois. I drank the last bit of tequila I found while hunting for snacks in the kitchen. There's another beer in the fridge and I'm wondering if I should drink it.

I finally bought some running shoes today. I haven't bought any kind of atheletic shoes in like 5 years (and I've never owned a sports bra-- proves how little I even attempt to exercise.) When I first met Devin I always wore the wrong kind of shoes to go on dates with him. Pretty shoes, no good for the adventures he used to drag me on. Once he drove me up into the hills in Berkeley, I think, late in the evening. We climbed behind some building and into the mud and weeds to look at the city lights. It should have been terribly romantic but I was too worried about getting my shoes dirty because they were my beloved Doc Martens from my pseudo goth days.

I love shopping but buying pants and shirts can be so stressful because it reminds me of all my bodily flaws, but I like my feet.

My mom always used to push my shoulder back while I was walking so I would walk with a nice upright posture because I walk like a sloppy, lazy blob. Then I realized that the shoes on my feet change the way I walk, just a little. So everytime I put on different shoes I feel different sometimes a little sexy, sometimes a little formal. Maybe these new running shoes will make me wanna run.

Since I titled this Fetish and got your attention I may as well tell you that I have a Abe Lincoln fetish. I like boys that look like a cuter version of Lincoln. I know, it's gross but I dunno, I dig it. I know you perverts all have some weird fetish too. You're just all hush-hush about it.

New Year's Resolutions

1. Do not order anything from Delias*s ever again. They were much better when I was 14. (I still have three Delia*s shirts from the old days.)

2. Take more photographs. What happened to me? I used to carry my camera in my purse 24/7.

3. Get haircuts more often than just once or twice a year.

4. Be nicer. Especially to Devin and my brother since they feel the bulk of my meaness.

5. Say "yes" more often.

6. Pay off my credit card. Stupid credit card company keeps raising my limit.

7. Practice playing the guitar. I still can't play a single god damn song.

8. Stop buying body lotion. I already have enough moisterizer to open my own Body Shop.

9. Get health insurance.

And finally the resolution I make every year and never actually do....

10. Stop procrastinating.

Korea: Part 1

I got back from Korea on Sunday morning. My flight left late because we had to wait around for someone who never ended up showing up, but it left an open seat in the business class cabin, which was nice. During the flight the headwinds were really strong so we got more delayed. When we landed someone in the back of the plane had a medical emergency so the medics came and had to let a couple people off the plane first, which further delayed us. I'm happy to be back but it's so quiet and kinda lonely to be back home, away from all my Dad and all my relatives.

Throughout our two week trip my brother had flashbacks to the movie Lost in Translation. Here's the real life Korean version of the Suntory Whiskey ad.

The slogan: "Good whiskey needs no bush." (i kid you not.)

Home sweet home

I'm finally back from the Land of the Morning Calm. I'm three pounds fatter, one shade paler, and 30% more Korean. Now I must lose the weight I gained from too much spicy squid, Chilsung cider, and Lotteria shrimp burgers. Oh yeah, and get some sleep.