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[Mar. 12th, 2009|01:29 am] |
2 thangs,
1) I want to go to there.
2) Sometimes I stop reading comics when the (autobiographical) author I have a crush on reveals they are interested in women. They are typically men and I tend have more fun with lesbians than straight men. Bless they hearts. |
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| See Addles |
[Jan. 28th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
Back in the US just isn't the same as an overt or covert socialist or neoliberal democracy. Not like that latter-most word means anything to either. I'm still glad to be back, voting was never particularly reliable, but things could be far, far worse.
REGARDLESS, going from continental Europe to West Coast US makes me both uncomfortable and empowered. Like I need more of a voice, bless these kids' hearts. Regardless (or irregardless; Raleigh), I'm striving for a career-related job with anthropology. Yea. In the meantime I'm working for the housing and food corporation at the University of Washington and checking craigslist jobs obsessively. Soon, apparently, I should give unsolicited resumes to companies and non profits and etc. which I am interested in. I will be doing some sick (as in NJ awesome) mix of support, counseling and teaching, if I play my cards right. As long as I get to physically move around I think I will be happy. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|04:58 am] |
Denmark: more white people than you EVEN KNOW. Bless their hearts.
I'm posting at such an ungodly hours (it's 5am+) because I have no sheets. I left my SHEET in København. It's more like a cocoon-sheet, whatever, I'm distrustful of my uncovered bed.
I don't have class on thursday, which means wednesday and also friday and saturday and sunday nights are party nights. Woo.
At some point I will have to do work.
Because of the unfortunate situation that I will call "the first of the month slash moving into a dorm while taking introduction lectures strarting with travel at 6:30 and ending life at 6:30pm", MY BIRTHDAY HAS BEEN EXTENDED A WHOLE WEEK. EFFECTIVE NOW, ENDING ON MIDNIGHT OF THE SEVENTH. I started off with two liters of box red wine, we done it class.
There will be titties or everywhere, or a discomfort with the fact that I have to hit on EVERY BOY to figure out the 'mos (it isn't wokring but I wrote "QUEERS of the world UNITE " essentially on my door). I'm too old for this shit. In other news, my sister likes to dredge up negative sentiment with my housemates (yea, that's how you get a peice of the crag, it's soooo hard), it makes me want to not come back, for the latter reason. With these well-removed drama situations I just want to descend in a non-benevolent dietific kinda way, spread my wrath over the land like a plague of zombies. How very patrimonial of me.
Real posts at some later point, mebbe. |
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[Aug. 19th, 2008|02:02 am] |
I wonder if mudede has gotten over debates of legitimacy with slog. One of the few redeeming aspects of Slog is that you can directly oppose information (though the closer to AP, the better).
Is appropriate news information an internet blog? Are cable news the rocks (NO)? I'm fascinated by legitimacy! Poor Mudede, I'm him, but more accessibly to hipsters, what a fate!
On that note, I plan on writing both papers tomorrow/today. I have an ethnographic paper left and a literature review. To get them done by tonight I intend on greatly lowering my standards. Yes! |
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[Jul. 26th, 2008|12:50 pm] |
I think my taking anti-depressants with coffee is way healthier than when I took them with beer. But! To be fair, it was only because I forgot to down the magic pill until after dinner. Wait, after lunch. It was an afternoon beer! Don't hate.
There is other news: Capitol Hill Block Party- it has everything you need, including a hip people meat market. Me and Marie both felt so, so unattractive. But why would I want to meet some lamesauce at a music festival I'm not even comfortable at? I know, right.
Highlight of the evening, the drunk ex-frat older guy behind us with no rhythm having me draw a mustache on one finger, angry eyebrows on another and a teardrop on a third, all for appropriate facial responses. My life was lightened inexorably because my judgingpants were nulled by his awesome. Afterwards, another guy climbed a tree to see Girltalk better and fucking held on to a power cable. Child, please! |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|03:30 am] |
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I really wish a pride parade was every week. Would it be as cool without the corporate sponsors, though? Would the local businesses concede? Should I just go to Capitol Hill Every Weekend? |
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[Jun. 30th, 2008|12:20 am] |
I got no tuchus!!!! on Pride weekend.
Friday- fuckn' around- Queers on gears- critical mass (downtown, cal anderson, university bride, fremont/lost, gasworks!). hanging out with orlando- potluck on 17th and madison (beautiful 1920's building, SO CHEAP; touch me), tricked dear straight B into thinking I wasn't queer. what. (I don't even know how many bike'd miles)
Saturday- free food from BendIt!!! BBQ at 13th and pine. Hangout- cal anderson. Wildrose beer garden, LESLIE AND THE LY'S (THEY HAVE A ZOMBIE SONG AFGHMBLERGLE!). Standing in line at The Cuff, just going to King Cobra instead.
Sunday- on glsen float (Hey You by Ashley or Allison or something on some radio float in front of us = death)- getting a corndog with no wait. Watched everybody come into seattle center. Stayed until 5:30 (started at 9am, holding a big rainbow flag/pole/thing until 12:30, so. much. sun.) Cold Showers, first effort to drink in over a week. Mmmm Verka Serduchka. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2008|12:36 am] |
I think I saw and recognized and had articulated "sunshowers" for the first time in my life today. It's like getting attacked by the lovechild of Mist and Beauty in broad daylight. I didn't actually look for a rainbow, either. I was too preoccupied by the tumultuous rolling of clouds over skyscrapers.
I hadn't even starting drinking yet.
Then, I went to a massive six-story "artist loft-space" that actually practically touched the Alaskan Way Viaduct. It's not as ugly or unpleasant as you would think to live facing. I'm convinced: being able to theoretically able to see Woodinville (as you can with my room) is not everything. Distance becomes irrelevant, especially from October to APPARENTLY MID-JUNE. WHEN WILL IT STOP RAINING? I ask you. It's eighty in NC IN THE MORNING and that's all I really want. I can take "high Nineties". |
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| "between the gold" capsule tower - 中銀カプセルタワー |
[Jun. 1st, 2008|01:18 pm] |
The drawing(/cake) is a lie. Then I realized that I actually have three books to read. For this past week. And my geography of gender teacher is all, "Hey, just scan over a book in three hours" and I say, "Um no and also that is why are conversations are so vapid, can we please just read one book about transgender in a week because for real they are both good but also polemic do people make books about stuff that aren't so polemic or are edited collections of articles is this too many question for on ending punctuation mark?"
Similarly but entirely differently, I think I'm going to get a tattoo of some sort. Of what?
NAKAGIN CAPSULE TOWER
I took a butt-load of photos of it when I saw it in Japan but then all my (GIGABYTES of) photos got killed by a shitty computer at the Kishimoto house. I'm still bitter. I'm not sure where to put it. Chandra has a unicorn on her back that looks amazing, but then it is just too modernist not to put on my phallus. God, that would hurt. |
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[May. 28th, 2008|02:44 am] |
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I have decided that I will for to draw.
Seriously, have you read the crap before this entry? NONO, don't look back. It is too painful. But I'm keeping it. You know, for propriety sake.
Now: TO DRAWING.
There's a SUPER-OLD MEME about drawing oneself in the teen years. I found photo of when I was 16 years old. Probably exactly 5 years ago. Then a current photo (Note, context will be included, kiddo we are not fucking strict modernists).
I've come into a love for to comics. Is it a problem? No, because I will be in love with EVERYBOY that is ever drawn mildly attractively ever. It's probably a Thing but I am SO over psychoanalytic hoo'ba'doo. Honestly, Freud, honestly lord almighty.
(did you know "Meme" is actually just "me" times two? Mmmmm, obviously personal accounts are dubiously self-referential and idiosyncratic but then a meta-narrative typically marginalizes the margins- think o' the language in that one. What is one to do?)
It will probably be up tomorrow: Marie has a scanner, I have a dirty room and a doctor's appointment.
Wait, do people know you put them on your own friend page? I just want to look at comics and people use this to corral all those disparate elements in. Why is this not the wikipedias or facebookery? What sort of nonsense is this, internets? God, I've gotten so out-of-touch-old. I apparently can't sleep, either. This is great. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2008|02:53 am] |
look! it is facebook and I'm up stupid-late. Daddy turned 60. I'm 22. Everyone is old, except me housemates, none of them are "of age" and the drinking age is bullshit in the US.
Priorities, people, under-21ers drinking or killing more Muslims? You decide.
Fearless leader sez: they hate our freedom.
Think about that. NOTHING ELSE, just that. Keep thinking. Not that hard gurl, slow down, but yeaaaa. Freedom, freedom. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2007|08:33 pm] |
Look, I came back. Just to comment on a friends post. I didn't read your.
Send naked pics!
cookie/aj |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2007|05:55 am] |
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HAPPYGODDAMNNEWYEARMOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!! |
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| Oh, badtime, children |
[Dec. 23rd, 2006|01:47 am] |
LIVEJOURNAL. I'M BETTER THAN YOU.
I'm running away.
No, I'm going off to Japan. Or germany. After I finish this book on psycholinguistics. Running away implies giving up. I'm BORED. And NOT learning anything. Except euro/amero-centric anthropology. Should I elaborate on the systemic analysis of society ~or~ change up the whole context, eh? |
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[Sep. 29th, 2006|02:32 pm] |
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WoW as social adhesive. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2006|02:34 am] |
From here on out I think that (superfluous verbiage) excessive vocabulary and (relatively) unnecessary additional words will be banished to (the) parenthesis.
Also, I think I should record my downfall to wherever the hell I'm going and my roommate to WoW.
So sad. |
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| misanfropin' |
[Sep. 15th, 2006|11:52 pm] |
I am pessimistic. I'm writing my diary only in my head. I'm very creeped out by people moving in unified/coordinated movement. Music is boring and meaningless. At least what everyone else seems to listen to. I like (traditional-ish, none of their eqaully-bullshit pop) Chinese music. Yo Yo Ma did something. It is keeping me entertained. I saw the University of Washington marching band doing a lively final rehersal before the game tomorrow. The girl next door to me is a trumpeteer and I trumped her with the fact that I'm catering the University President in his President's Box at the game. Who are we playing?
Organizing people, making them play coordinated music- an exercise in power. This person has time and energy, it is now being directed into a swirling mass of others to show how much an institution can "get its shit together". A flexing of muscles, a signage of man-hours, a testiment of coordinated people making other people get coordinated. Constructive n' shit. Yeah!
But, was auch noch? Really, what else is there to do?
Goodbye (most) music, (most) movies, (most) politics, (most) literature (mostly fiction, though I've never met a subjective non-fiction- is it possible to present objectivity?)... most everything. I'll live in my head. I'll hate sexist, racist Japan. And America. And Germany. Or find enough people to be happy... or |
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