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Blogging

We already know that Friendster is ugly, boring, and evil. Now they are firing their employees for blogging. Man, that makes Friendster look really bad.

Ahh

The light reflected by the snow in the Swiss alps makes for beautiful photographs.

photo by Mickey.

Bravery

Heather on Dooce.com is bravely letting us know where she is and what she's been up to. "The first night here was probably the worst night of my life."

Opinions

New Tasty review: Ella's

I hate my Epson 1280 printer. It gives me much stress.
I like my brother's Lomo Kompact camera.
I love Ilford XP2 b&w c41 process film.

At dinner last night DearDM and I came up with a list of things we do not like in people... things you would know about people immediately.
My list:
thin eyebrows
no underwear
manly men
boxers sticking out of pants
white socks
car afficianados
nose hair poking out
greasiness
visible ear wax
dirty fingernails
clothes with the wrong kind of holes
baggy pants
spotty facial hair
professional sports fans
overly cynical
too much profanity
small vocabularly

The Need to Destroy

and I say, "There's trouble when everything is fine..." the need to
destroy things creeps up on me everytime... and just as love's
silhouette appears... I close my eyes and disappear...--Jenny L.

I'm coming down to meet tears
avoiding talks and facing fears
this isn't all
tell me to stay away
push me down a hill
into another man
i'll go so easily
rolling, slip sliding
you don't know what this means
you don't know how far your little tap will take me
but you're knocking me out of orbit
you miss me and i miss you
and then we put these lines in place
do not cross
they are piercing me when i press up against these rails
to peek at you with her
they are keeping us apart
don't be surprised when they hurt you too
responsibility
perspective
commitment
and emotions
lining up and having a fight
these new shoes are giving me blisters
i've been walking 'round in circles
pacing all over town
looking for an answer to land
my mouth won't do the moving
and my feet don't know where to go
damnit I just don't fucking know

Ooooh

I am happily enjoying a lovely buzz provided by John J. and his friend from Rotten Tomatoes. Mmm, yes. Lighweight and proud! I had no idea those Rotten Tomatoes guys were Asians. I met Mike Park of Asian Man Records. He's super nice and what a wonderful performer too! "Screw this I'm leaving, I dont need a racist friend and I'm not like you, I'm from Korea, my eyes are small, but your eyes are closed."

My evening has been so Asian-American. Dang. Wow.

Oh, boy

My new answer to everything is coffee.

For example:

1. Is it nap time?
2. Should I eat this giantic heirloom tomato?
3. "Did you pick up my photos?," Antonio.

Answering "coffee" for the following question doesn't make sense but that's how I answered it.

1. Would I prefer that my room be stuffy or smell like the spray paint they are using to paint over the rusty railings on my balcony?

I like how I'm preparing my stomach for the annual autumn high season of coffee consumption by drinking coffee everyday. Thesis, here I come with my gigantic cup of art school grade extra-extra strong coffee.

Last night I bumped into Mickey's friend, Mitch, at Fly on Divisadero. We shared an awkward moment.

I spent Tuesday afternoon hanging out with Davi at his place of work. We watched Shaolin Soccer and Kikujiro. After seeing Battle Royale I didn't think Takeshi Kitano was capable of making a movie with such a sweetness but he did it. Well, there is some violence but it's all off screen. It made me think of Central Station and The Way Home.

I feel a long, Teenage Poet Syndrome^© induced post coming up soon... ::tries to suppress it::

Screw Blepharoplasty

"There's Nothing Wrong With My Eyes." I like my monolidded eyes just fine, thankyouverymuch.

Also...
capricorn (Dec. 22nd-Jan. 20th) for the week of 8.23-8.29
"What kind of loser would you be if you won an Olympic Gold in the marathon and then decided the medal was too heavy to carry home? A trophy-less loser, that's what. Hint: this horoscope is about long-term committed relationships, not trophy wives or husbands." --Em and Lo Horoscopes

Also...
Interpol is on the cover of Under the Radar. Lookin sharp, boys.

Also...
Attention all Freshman and Continuing Undergraduate Students:
Show your school spirit and try out for the USF Cheer Leading Squad.
We are looking for men and women who are excited about being part of
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Also...
Everyone knows Koreans get very angry. And we get really angry when we don't get Olympic medals we deserve. So why don't they just give that Korean guy the gold medal!?! Grrrr.

Grrr.

I just called coffee the "sweet nectar of productivity."

My Credit Card Company Loves Me

How cool is this necklace? Almost as cool as the raw diamond ring I saw June 2004 issue of Lucky but it's a hell of a lot cheaper. How dumb would it be for me to buy the thing? So cute... must buy... no, bad. Credit. Card. Debt. Bad. No... Don't say anything to me if you see me walking around with that necklace on. :D

Food Coma

I drank an entire original sized Jamba Juice AND I ate a whole bagel with cheese. Currently I am experiencing a Sugar High and am awaiting the onset of the Food Coma.

In the mean time I am pondering the notion of relationship jealousy, sex, and cheating but I have nothing to share yet.

Why does birth control come in such ugly packages? Who likes to shout, "Why, yes there is an ugly puke green plastic container of tiny pills in my purse!"?

Lazy

The combined effort of the Olympics and the internet is making it difficult to keep the house clean. My brother has started using plastic cups and there are no clean forks or spoons. We ate out tonight which is allowing up to go another day without washing the dishes. Us: 1 point. Dirty Dishes: 0.

I have a shiny new stereo which sounds about 5 times better in my bedroom than it does at Eber Electronics where Devin sold me the stereo. My brother thought Devin exuded confidence and was a good salesman despite the fact that he didn't remind me to buy cables. ("He came across the room with his hand out to shake mine!") Devin, you're gonna be selling cars soon, I swear.

Finally, I can listen to all my CDs without that frightening CD scratching grinding noise. Now I'm all ready for the new Interpol album!

No more quizzes after this one, promise

You have a lot going for you, but most people will
only remember you for one thing, and a lot of
them will try to copy it. They'll all suck at
it, though. Besides, you've got better stuff.


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More Adventurous

Rilo Kiley plays at Amoeba (San Francisco)
Thursday, September 23rd, 6 pm

H e l l o , it's free!

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How cool is this word?!?!

Main Entry: pre·ter·nat·u·ral
Pronunciation: "prE-t&r-'na-ch&-r&l, -'nach-r&l
Function: adjective
Etymology: Medieval Latin praeternaturalis, from Latin praeter naturam beyond nature
1 : existing outside of nature
2 : exceeding what is natural or regular : EXTRAORDINARY [wits trained to preternatural acuteness by the debates -- G. L. Dickinson]
3 : inexplicable by ordinary means; especially : PSYCHIC [preternatural phenomena]

That's definitely my new word.

We do these silly things and try to fix our mistakes like nothing has ever happened but with this there's no covering up, no washing away. The traces will remain. This could be a chain reaction with that one night setting off a million other silly things that we will need to cover up. Manufacturing stories to make it seem like we're still close to perfect will catch up to us soon. Probably very soon.

And you'll be home soon again. I will be mad at you for not calling. I'll blame you for everything. I'll be fucking pissed out of my mind but I usually end up blocking out all the bits of life and maybe I'll just be dumb and forget.

I'm a couple pounds heavier with all this stress related eating. But oh, the chocolate cake.

Show: Dios

The Dios show last night at Cafe Du Nord was fun. The singer's voice is just so... pretty and much more so than on their album. I love it when a band is much better live than recorded; it gives me the feeling of new found love. They played beautifully. I enjoyed the show completely sober too!

This morning I lazily hung at Cover to Cover (bookstore) with Davi. He read me his favorite children's book and I looked through the Lonely Planet San Francisco guide book. Fun, relaxed times.

Complexity of sympathy

My brother went to hang out with his friend last night because he called him saying that he wanted to talk because his friend had just killed himself. His friend happens to be Al Deguzman-- that DeAnza student who planned an attack on the community college. My brother said that Al was sentenced to 80 years in prison and hung him in prison last week with a bedsheet. His friend is pretty worked up about it. I guess even when your friend is the kinda person who stockpiles weapons in order to kill lots of students you still care about him.

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Portions of Foxes

Text in the above banner is from "Portions of Foxes," from Rilo Kiley's new album More Adventurous.

"Baby I'm bad news, I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news."

More remarkableness

It's amazing how mean I can be when I want to. It's amazing how angry I can make myself, how much I can make someone's actions effect me. I will think they're doing everything to hurt me in everyway they can. I will think that there's no room, nor has there ever been, for a speck of kindness in my heart for that person. Like my brother said, I can be so mean and so deeply hurtful sometimes. I know where to hit you.

My level of productivity is astonishing

Consumed today:
1. tea
2. american cheese omelet, biscuits, hashbrowns
3. Good Day brand mac and cheese
4. more tea

I have sucessfuly not eaten a single vegetable or fruit all day unless the jam I used for the biscuit counts as fruit.

From an article on salon.com titled "Eat your spinach": If there ever was a vegetable that could use some good P.R. -- maybe even a big advertising campaign -- it's spinach.
Well, I love spinach.

Other activities
1. tree "climbing"
2. trip to grocery store
3. read two more pages of A Heartbreaking... by Eggers
4. laying in bed

Damn, I am friggin' healthy and productive.

Exhaustion that comes from doing nothing

I'm idle.

I'm tired as hell.

I put the laundry in the dryer and laid on my bed bare of sheets and fell asleep.. for 3 hours.

The locksmith came. We now have a fire department approved safety deadbolt lock.

I was supposed to go to the bank, pay some bills, clean my room, workout. None of it happened. Instead, I watched VH1's Top 10 Rock Bodies. (Jessica Simpson was number 1, Nick Lachey was on there too. You know, I saw 98 Degrees live in high school. Aren't you jealous?)

My fix for all this? Coffee and punk rock.

The Names Have Been Changed

...to protect the identity of the individual involved.

Dawg (1:15:56 AM): i'm droonk off my as
me (1:16:02 AM): ass?
Dawg (1:16:06 AM): ya
Dawg (1:16:07 AM): hi
me (1:16:09 AM): this is the drunk IM?
Dawg (1:16:11 AM): just wnated to say hi
me (1:16:13 AM): okay
me (1:16:15 AM): hi Dawg
Dawg (1:16:15 AM): hahaha, something like that
Dawg (1:16:19 AM): hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mon
Dawg (1:16:31 AM):don't worry, i'm still fucking smart
me (1:16:34 AM): what did you drink?
Dawg (1:16:36 AM): even fi i am drunk
Dawg (1:16:39 AM): a lotta tequila
Dawg (1:16:40 AM): and beer
me (1:16:42 AM): i know you are
me (1:16:45 AM): tequilla is trouble
Dawg (1:17:01 AM): i am trouble

Oh, yes you are.

Tuesday Things

I had lunch with Devin at Metro Cafe. They have good fries.
Wandered around at Amoeba.
Figured out the name of a guy I keep seeing around the neighbhorhood.
Found out that my reaction to gential peircings is, "Ugh! Why!?!"
It's good to know people in the music biz. Free cds.

I think it's now nap time.

Picnic

Davi articulated today's events better than I can:

"Monica1* and I lunched on the grassy knoll that skirts the man-made pond by the exploratorium. We gazed on sunning turtles, had a surreal encounter with a swan, pondered what strawberries would taste like dipped in hummus, had an empty box of gushers thrown at us on the bus, consumed massive amounts of Thai noodle soup, and played dress-up and took photos."

*there's another Monica in his life so I am 1 and she is 2.

I also had very bad cramps and had to rush home. Good thing there was ice cream at home.

Kiss the Cook

I have this habit of doing whatever the ex-boyfriend did for me and doing it myself after we break up-- it's a coping method. For example, when Seth broke up with me, I started playing the guitar because he used to play songs for me all the time. Now that Mickey and I separated what better for me to do than he steal his signature dish, Shrimp Fra Diavolo with Linguine, and put the recipe online! Muwahaha!

I cooked up this marvelous meal last night in just one hour and it was P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-N. No strong taste of alcohol, perfect al dente linguine, spicy but not killer heat. I would taken a photo if it didn't disappear so quickly. Mickey, you might be in the next Comm Arts annual, but I cook better than you. Teehehehe.

Oh, and you really gotta watch out for the flames when you wave the match over the brandy. Yoiks! The flames roared upward and nearly burned my eyebrows off.

My throat hurts

Tuesday

I saw Smokey Robinson launching his new line of frozen entrees at the supermarket downstairs.

I met with Devin promptly at 2 pm at Herbivore. As I walked closer to the restuarant I thought I saw his back, mostly hidden mostly by the wall he was leaning against, then the toe of his big, black, scuffed boot and knew it was him. We hugged. When I pulled away and saw his face up close I had this urge to kiss him. It was just force of habit, I guess, but I stopped myself from doing it. Instead, I focused on his eyes and remembered why I was there. We had lunch out in the back patio and walked out to the park afterward to talk. Our reunion went better than I had expected and was much more subdued than I had imagined. God, I talk about it like it's a movie... it sounds so cheesy and wrong when I write it all out, so I'll just finish by saying that it feels good to know that real love has not failed me.

Later that day I took the bus down to the bookstore Davi works at to pick him up to go to the Vowel Movement's beatbox showcase. The show was amazing. I especially liked Kid Beyond, Infinite, Soulati, the Genie's peformances. After the show Davi and I had a very classy bottle of Cook's champange and a bar of chocolate.

Wednesday

1. Mini-bottles of Asti.
2. Fruitless thrifting on Haight
3. Faux-meat Chinese food at Golden Era
4.
5. Napoleon Dynamite: viewing #3
6. 12th floor hang out in the Hyatt
7. Nightime walk near the water
8. Beer at Molotov's in Lower Haight
9. More chocolate
10. ...

Thursday

Lazy day. Delicious dinner at Naan N Curry and then Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle with Mickey and my brother.

Also...

If anyone knows why the sidebar information on this page shows up at the bottom of the page in Safari as opposed to the right side, where it should be (as it is in IE 5.2), please let me know. My CSS skillzzzz suck.

Is that a banana in your underpants?

When Did Skivvies Get Rated NC-17? Article from the NY Times on men's very tight tighty whities. The writing style is weird-- maybe too fancy pants for an article on underpants. Since so many guys flatly refuse to wear briefs (and especially not low-rise briefs) I think that manufacturers should start making low-rise boxers so they'll stop bunching up and out of the tops of boy's jeans. If you saw a girl's baggy briefs bunched up and out of the top of her pants would you think that's sexy? Yeah, I didn't think so.

Oh, and the boys in Barcelona? So well-groomed and dressed. Men's clothing there is, I would say, more trendy than women's.

Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!

All kidding aside, I'm a little nervous to see the ex.

Tomorrow night I'm going to StudioZ to see "beatboxing" with Davi... I've been promised that it will be spectacular. I'm also contemplating going to the Dealership/Hint Hint show at Bottom of the Hill on the 12th and possibily AIR (Asian in Rock) at Slim's on the 24th. Built to Spill is coming up and so is Dios. Lots to look forward to assuming I make it through tomorrow afternoon.

Horoscope for the week

Oh, dear.

capricorn (Dec. 22nd-Jan. 20th): You're in the driver's seat of a souped-up bitchin' Camero, and there's not one patrol car on the road (and those poor young things in the battery-operated parking violation-mobiles have no chance of catching you). Your life is a highway, and someone wants to ride you all night long. Put the pedal to the metal and burn rubbers (that's not a typo). --em and lo

Maybe I will, GOSH!

I watched Napoleon Dynamite twice this weekend. Now I want a white ringer tshirt that says "Vote for Pedro" in red.

"Napoleon, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day."