Friday, August 31, 2001

yesterday i got pulled over, today i probably won't be going down to penn. the events are unrelated and unsurprising...some more 'me time' it is :^P
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okay so connie and i were talking about the big sexy biocircle of attraction. asian men generally being acknowledged as losers on the boys side, black women as losers on the girls side. the tech talkin' and big booty all aside side. but how sexy are the asian men in the new ibm and fujitsu commercials? ibm > fujitsu and i have nothing to say about black women being the losers, but they're obviously hot, won't go into it. one day ladies! [almost stuck a 'we shall overcome' in there]. also eyebogglingly sexy was james blake playing tennis today. craig david, maxwell, lenny kravitz...plato's idea 'hot guy' and 00s 'hot guy' nicely aligned. good work plato!

Wednesday, August 29, 2001

friends again? buk buk, like, didn’t even feel like writing let alone thinking earlier on in the night, but kind of a compulsion to do anything which will draw on, even if only for a few more feet, some kind of brain wave. talked to an old friend, as always more like mostly listened and dry chuckled in disbelief, occasional affirmation in my most limbo backwards leaning voice. which i don’t like but am in practice for. why i practice this with him, i have an idea. and of course...there's always situational change which occurs, while still skeletal unpried friendship is preserved behind. i think this is true. but friendship which is not genuine by the standards that other friendships seem to conform to. purely a skeleton, then; with the bones of interaction and sentiment which hold other relationships together but not the sinew or jibang to make something whole and appreciable and 'ahhh such good friends we are'. probably this is a momentary aspersion. why i befriend people who have some congruent plane as me, because then what i forgive in myself is what i forgive in them. or what i can see in potential different jo-selves is what i can forgive and see in them, and just let it chill.

at the same time though, haven't found a good way to speed up this tolerance, this gracious and airy blanket of niceness which i can always grant to certain people (like the aforementioned) when it should be elsewhere (who knows where, in this current fog of torched bewilderment and hurt and argh-ness not ahhh-ness) and i know this is an attitude i’ll abandon, like, SO shortly; once i have some more needless possessions, cool shoes, and smiling faces around me (if i figure out how to make this stupid book cover!) THEN i will realize how bitter bilious and how unwarranted this whole fortnight’s (11week) attitude has been. if it has been at all. which i don't think is true.

i actually did DO things today, which i have kind of gotten out of the habit of writing about. like, okay, i went to the mall today! 2x. abercrombie always has much more awesome and thoughtful stuff for fall/winter like yummy shirts with yummy fruit on them as a monogram, which is so [head buried somewhere sad and invisible] good. mom said, "they should be ladybugs" which surprised me. man. early on i was so a&f disciple and then not so much and now just feel too bad about it being to expensive ("overpriced") and so layered ("overpriced") that i don't think i have the right to even look. i did not Work this summer. just adjusted my timezones and languagezones. in retrospect like, fine, but a lot less fine than it seemed in prospect.

also i tried tanning on my deck today, which definitely worked, mad props to UV rays and maybe i can do it again tomorrow, though probably having my uncle here will preclude quite that amount of walking around the house wearing just a dotted line for decency...

Monday, August 27, 2001

can i make a prediction? i say, 65% chance that pennintouch worksheets will rival last year's "all your bases" in lasting popularity in the HRN huntsman community. maybe? :^) in other news though i realized why it's easy for my mom and i to be so close. like, do either of us really have that many friends to begin with?

back from cape cod and look! so i connected my home comp to the line which you can be on. all by myself! but this feeling of discomfort - i can't shake it, aaliyah's dead, i'm sunburnt, chanel vamp isn't holding up too well, and even down a well i think i'd feel crowded. what i like to see on the expressway is a mountain bike mounted to the back of an SUV, its wheels slowly going round, then round again. wishful thinking. when i think of myself now, i am horizontal. not walking or sitting or leaning but lying pronate, slowly drifting into the future. feet first. i have vivid dreams it takes a long time to wake up from, and if i stare hard enough out the window, i can take long car rides. the vulnerability of silence? sounds like something feminists concern themselves with, and boy do i feel bad for them.

Thursday, August 23, 2001

it's a race against time - did i buy my discman within a year of whenever today is? hoping hoping hoping...looking for phantom receipt and damn you aiwa for making these ephemeral serial numbers.

Tuesday, August 21, 2001

joanne and her bed on 8/20:
1 am - meet
3 am - joanne stumbles out
8:30 am - joanne rolls back in
[awake asleep awake asleep]
5:20 pm - realizes that one missed meal is a missed chance at happiness, joanne wakes up and out of bed again
[a fitful period of lonely separate existences]
10 pm - again joanne settles down con accounting txtbk [!]
12 pm - wakes up

the soccer field smelled really good tonight. and then when the mist starts swirling out of the trees some people will make 'gorillas in the mist' allusions, some people will make 'wuthering heights' allusions, and soon the frisbee will be invisible.

Sunday, August 19, 2001

bingsu yah, patbingsu yah
nokchima, nokchima

if anyone goes by my website to know where i am, i am in poughkeepsie. ;^) and what's more, i have a present for you.

Saturday, August 11, 2001

i guess you could go here... ahhhh!!!

Wednesday, August 8, 2001

twin blanks of username
password
first, personal; of course the other
actually and probably even deeper so
in two clicks or one decided tab
you're open
or inside.
just an etiquette
that initial resistance which charms
in the seconds before bowing out

this is all true: yesterday night i watched yupgi (i did my homework b/c like SsSOoo goOd (^__^) ! oops. and then went to dangol-jip with sangta and sangho. soju, nationalism, 9:00 subway ride home was me trying to hang on to yamjanhan behavior until getting out at gurogongdan to pee (an excellent station decision which i will remember. you can get out and go to the bathroom and get back on the next yulcha without having to walk any turnstiles) and then sitting upright until seocho. catching a 02 soorae maul bus to where else, buying xylitol, and thank god not having to be let in the house in my cloud of zealously drunken ness. so, once home i staggered around a bit, lay on the floor to try to do homework, went to the bathroom and quietly threw up (which was good), and finally did homework. then sleep, 3 mosquito bites, and woke up. my oral memory of korea will thus include strawberry softserve, odeng, and HCl. (no! not NACL).

Friday, August 3, 2001

there must be a point to this or i wouldn't have found it! and i read south of the border, west of the sun in a quick youngpoong sitting today. like, with haruki murakami it's not really reading anymore and NOT EVEN "FLIPPING THROUGH"!