IS YOUR BODY READY?

I present the time-waster of the day: The Homolust Challenge Generator.

Really, it's what the name says. Hit the generate button and see what scenario comes out. I think it's a bad sign when "A [sic] actor fucks a clumsy serial killer under a bridge. They are strangers. It must involve penance and frottage" is one of the more normal results.

All thinks considered, I ought to be veg.

Today mom and dad bought some crab to go with our weird-ass Chinese-meets-Middle-American Thanksgiving dinner. The crabs were kept live in a brown paper bag in the sink outside. Later my dad dismembered them and removed the parts that we weren't going to eat.

When I was a kid, mom would buy fish from the Chinese supermarket. Chinese supermarkets, for those not in the know, generally have a live seafood section where you can pick the fish you want and have the option of taking it home and killing it there. As the fish would be fresher if you cook it soon after killing, my parents would opt to buy the fish live. On the drive home I would have a fish in a bag flopping and dying next to me. Upon reaching home, I would go to my bedroom so that I wouldn't have to hear my mom whack the fish's head off. One day, my mom showed me the fish's headless body in the fridge; the nerves were still active, so the body made breathing motions as it had before death.

Yet the only reason I didn't want to eat fish was because I didn't like the taste. Now I enjoy fish. I suspect that I plain don't have any illusions about the dead animals I'm eating.

Fleur's Dress

So today, I caught up with the rest of the world and saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 1). And being me, what really stood out to me?



Totally looks like it came from the Alexander McQueen Winter 2008 collection.



I gotta wonder: is that a modified version of the dress, did costume designer Jany Temime get permission to use the look, or did she plagiarise it? Now there would be some drama.

Images from rockthetrend.

It Happened One Day

In the school I'm studying at and the surrounding area, there's a general understanding the the students and people are much friendlier than the more densely populated parts of California (ie the Bay Area and So Cal). People say hello to strangers and strike up friendly conversation.

I thought I could avoid this, but I hadn't, clearly this blog post wouldn't exist.

After conversing with a girl with a distinctive button (lips stitched shut--drawn by my friend Dian and the main reason I wanted to speak with the girl) on the bus, I was approached by another student. The subject of our conversation was not terribly interesting, mostly about my cheap pilates mat, the midnight showing of Harry Potter, and Thanksgiving break, but the entire time I wondered to myself where I had seen her.

We were both heading to the PE building, where the class for our campus literary magazine was, and as I don't know many of the people were, I wondered if she attended that class as well. As it turns out, she didn't. And as she said goodbye to me, I realised that I too, after almost four years, had been drawn into the web of congeniality surrounding our school.

Throne of Blood and General Nohbuki

A few weeks ago, I heard that there was a stage adaptation of Kurosawa's film Throne of Blood. The play made its debut at the Ashland Shakespeare Festival, which is fitting since Throne of Blood is based off of King Lear.



Being the pretentious arthouse douchebag I am, this sent me into a rage for videos of Noh and Kabuki theater.

Last summer, I saw a collection of Mishima's Noh plays at City Lights. His Noh plays are closer to short Western plays than Noh and he even intended for them to be easily adaptable into other (Western) modes of theater. I should have bought them when I had the chance (I say as if there aren't numerous copies all over the place).



I just wanted to post this one because it's pretty.



Ditto this one. I got to say, I really like the combination of white and red. It makes me think of virginity and death at the same time. Always a winning combination.

In Which I Avoid Writing My Research Paper

I have never attempted a NaNoWriMo.

Growing up, my formative teenage years were spent not writing fanfiction like healthier children. Rather, I read websites that gleefully savaged bad writing, professional or otherwise. This just so happened to include lots and lots of fanfiction. So I never wrote. All my attempts to write were clumsy and awkward.

It wasn't until last year that I started writing even for fun. My studies in English required me to take at least one writing class. I took a creative writing class in fiction because my life isn't all that interesting, as evidenced by the infrequency that this blog updates (incidentally, that class taught me that just because people want to write doesn't mean they can).

What is the point of this entry? I'm not quite sure. I guess I'm just saying to myself that my writing generally doesn't have enough in it to extend past short-story length. And, not to praise myself too much, that studying literature has probably been more helpful to me than all the writing classes my school has to offer.