Disgusting things (With apologies to Sei Shonagon)

Spit frozen onto the sidewalk in clumps.

Americorpse (to steal a phrase) training part 2

At one point, someone in our AmeriCorps group turned to me and said, "Wow, our group is so white! You and Amy are the only two non-white people." My inner thought, was the same as what Amy said when I mentioned it to her later, "I knew that the second I walked in here."

There are a lot of things about this set up that I really don't like. For example, our diversity training was a training on how to be a white ally, and overcoming white privilege.

I mean I appreciate the effort to address things, which is way better than the College Which Must Not Be Named ever did. Still, you know, way to marginalize the people of color, dudes.

Time

Sometimes it really seems like the more time I have the less time I actually make use of. If I'm really busy, for some reason, I'm able to get a lot more work/studying/whatever productive done. When I have large chunks or days of time, I spend a lot of time 發呆 (I'm not sure what the best translation of this would be, staring in to space, doing nothing?) rather than doing anything productive.

I'm not sure why this is. But I don't like it.

Incidentally

Among this pile of cash, were three $100 bills and 1 $50 bill. Our fees are either $7 or $20. $7 if you're on public assistance of any kind or over 55 and live in Seattle. $20 for everyone else. WHAT KIND OF SANE PERSON CARRIES AROUND 100 BILLS? And why do you use them to pay a $20 fee?! Jesus.

Random thoughts

On Thursday, I spent 5 hours stapling and unstapling money. We (i.e. I) did new student registration, and ended up with $800 or so in student fees. Have I ever mentioned that my math sucks? It sucks. I should never be placed in charge of money ever. The first time I counted it, I was 6 dollars over. The next time I counted it I was $80 short. After much panicking and flapping I discovered that roughly 80 had fallen out of the envelope and into the drawer. I recounted, resorted (all receipts have to be matched with the exact amount of cash) and now I'm $7 and I can't figure out where it came from. At least I'm not short.

Also, I had to go to the post office last week to mail some things, and one of the ladies in the post office had a black eye. She doesn't look like the type to get in bar fights in her free time, so it looks like someone just cracked her one. I hate people sometimes.

Too late for Thanksgiving but

this clearly and succinctly sums up my feelings about the Pilgrims.

I am sorely tempted

to go back in time and assassinate the person who first thought that techno remixes were a good idea. On occasion, they don't make a song worse, but in general, they very rarely make the song better.

Cinnamon mochi

is seriously the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. I also bought a giant loaf of Japanese square bread at the store. I was living my 9 year old dream yesterday. I think until I was about nine, I never had white bread, and my father brought some Japanese white bread home from the store. My mother almost strangled him I think.

Anyway, why am I posting disconnected thoughts about food and childhood on the internet you ask? Because I have INSOMNIA.

Note to self

If/when I become a C-pop megastar, I will not do the following things:
1) Make a music video featuring myself as some kind of Asian Cowboy featuring random white children, Riverdancing, dutch hats, fifties dancing and line dancing, in some bizarre patische of "period" America. NOT COOL



2) Make a puke worthy vanity music video. At least this time the song is ok.


3) I will not make a movie called Kung Fu fucking Dunk. Initial D i.e. the Jay Chou racing movie was tolerable, but in spite of Jay rather than because of Jay.

Over and out.

There is

nothing sadder than the last train to anywhere
pulling out of the station.

Just between you, me and the world

If Ｉ had my way, I would spend all day listening to music and watching Hell Girl all day.

Happiness

is a new Flowers album.



Also a friend and I were having a conversation inspired by this comic, and I think we started out with names for drinks, and then tried to figure out which kind of drink an author would be. I think by the end we had decided that Sherman Alexie would be something involving whiskey in some way.

So what kind of drink would your favorite author be?

A question for all those who have spent significant time in NYC

Do the conductors of the subway trains really say stuff as funny as what they say in Overheard in New York?

Now come the days

of caffeine sleeplessness, pacing the groceries stores looking for the cheapest brand, wearing one's clothes inside out, and prolonged periods of self doubt.

I hate applying for graduate school. I also hate not having money. However I kind of got into this mess of my own free will, so I can't really complain. Moving forward is the most important thing now, although sometimes moving forward feels an awful lot like falling.

Being high on caffeine is great, time seems to open up for you, and doing things becomes so easy. Everything goes by so fast.

And I just live for the afternoon light, which is far more beautiful than anything I can say.

While I have a spare minute

I have a question for everyone. Do you generally think that the Police Department is a benevolent organization dedicated to serving people? Because my AmeriCorps swearing in thing was presided over by not only one but two police chiefs. One of them being the Seattle Police Chief. I haven't been in the country for a long time, but from what I remember the SPD was not particularly well thought of.

And I don't really think my family has ever been that big on the cops anyway. But still. Cops, like nonprofits? Yea or nay? This is possibly the stupidest question I've ever asked. If nay, you must give reasons why!

Edit: I should also mention that during our interminable swearing in ceremony, they talked all about how cops love helping people and making a difference in their lives. If it's not already apparent, I had great difficulty restraining my derision.

You know

life was a lot simpler when I didn't talk to anyone.

Surprisingly

nothing interesting ever happens on my commute to work.

On yet another unrelated matter

My inner snark requests me to tell you that Larry Craig should make like Maria Callas and get off the stage of public opinion already. (And no, the Maria Callas reference was not supposed to be referencing the stereotype of gay men's love for the opera, shame on you for even thinking that.)

On a fourth unrelated matter, this was one of the worst days I've had in a while. It was really bad.

One of my pet Engrish peeves

Gay is an adjective, people. Not a noun. An adjective. Also, if you are going to make it a noun, it's a countable one.

Furthermore, on an unrelated matter, those angryasianman contests where you win stuff, I won something. I don't think I've ever won a contest before.

I'm just sayin'

when did this novel we're living in become one written by Lewis Carroll rather than George Orwell? I mean, 1984 made some sense, at least on a basic level.

Perhaps I should stop bitching. People in the US always blather on about how life is about being free. Clearly it's not, (nor is it the right to cable television) or most people on this earth aren't living. Life's about putting one foot in front of the other and doing what you need to do.

Hey, no one said this was a cheerful place. I mean, the name of this site is Love Songs are for Losers, for the love of Zombie Jesus. Alright, back to tormenting my family by playing The Flowers ALL DAY. Cause clearly that's really what life's all about.