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17 February 2008 @ 08:00 pm
 I just had a really random epiphany. Well, maybe it was just a thought, but it felt very revealing.

Maybe in some sense we do decide what hand we use. I mean, probably not consciously,  but what if at an early age we actually find our preferred way to think and solve problems, since they say that you use the hand opposite the dominant hemisphere of your brain, and then later it becomes habit.
This came up because I attempted to sign with my right hand because my left was full. I had this odd feeling, not just that I wasn't used to using that hand, but that there was something different about it, like my perception and thought process were being warped. My right hand wasn't really worse at signing than my left, but the way the signs formed was different, more precise and calculated and this bothered me. The first thing that hit me was a thought that "ick! I don't like thinking like that, it feels stiff." I prefer randomness, openness, incontinuity, and that's exactly the opposite of how I felt when I used my right hand. So what if most babies and kids think "hey, that's the obvious way to get the cookie" or "that's the way mommy put my socks on me, they must go together (in my mouth)" and they become right handed, while left handed babies think "the square goes into the square shaped hole? that's too easy" and "hey! applesauce with tomato! I bet Timmy's never done that before" and here we are years later, destroying the order of the right handed world at every opportunity. (ex: my mismatched socks that drive my mother to physical illness)

But then again, who knows.
 
 
Where's your head at?: bed
Feeling: contemplativecontemplative
Sing To Me: Daft Punk
 
 
Kiss The Girl
03 February 2008 @ 07:57 pm
Big news first: The Giants won. I was in a house full of Patriot fans, so I didn't really voice my support when they did so, but I definitely was rooting for the Giants. My reasoning: They were wearing white pants, the other guys were in navy blue. You could see their asses better in white. :-)
I really have few reasons for watching football, that's the most important one.

Anyway, I'm seriously enjoying life. My classes. All. Rock. My anthropology class is definitely my favorite though, because I like people, and the more I learn about different cultures, the more I want to meet them ALL. ASL is the same way, I just want to dig into deaf culture, every once in a while I get this wild urge to abandon English altogether.
It is, however, driving me a little bit insane having class for 12 hours straight on two days a week. Never EVER doing that again. As much as I love pop-tarts, they are not exactly what you'd call a fully balanced dinner.

Life is so good. Sometimes I just can't get over how great everything is. Like. Bad things happen. I feel like shit occasionally. And even sometimes think about ending it. But then I think: how can anyone pass up something as miraculous as Life? Even when things are looking down, I might cry and wonder at the fact that I can feel so much emotion that my body can't hold it in, and I start to wonder about the connection between the soul and the body, and it brings the color back into the world, because how can you feel miserable when there's so many things to feel, so many possibilities to explore.
...
I promise, I don't do drugs.


THE END.
 
 
Where's your head at?: Everywhere
Feeling: artisticartistic
Sing To Me: "Free Falling" Tom Petty
 
 
Kiss The Girl
17 January 2008 @ 02:28 pm
Free  
I am continually amazed at all the things we are given in our society. Everybody bitches about not having enough money for this or that but we take for granted things like free education and the surplus of housing, clothing, and food in the Western world. The reason this came up is as follows: I come into starbucks (where I pay for my tea with pocket change and it was made for me in a matter of minutes), sit down with my laptop (one of 5 compters owned and used in my household), and connect to a wi-fi network. this network is called "Metro-fi-free". Not "Starbucks network" or "Pioneer Square network", but Metro-fi. This would be the first time I've used my laptop in the central part of downtown, so i'm not sure how wide this network is, but it must be serving at the very least two dozen businesses and many more offices and appartments in the immediate vicinity. 

The first thing that came to mind seeing this was an article I read in the business section of The Oregonion the other day with Katie rearding a free blanket Wi-fi plan that would cover all roughly 50 square miles of downtown San Francisco. San Francisco is not very large as far as big cities go, but being surrounded by hills and ocean, it's more of a tall city than anything else. I can't even wrap my mind around how many people will be getting free internet with this plan, meanwhile people are living in aluminium shanties with their teeth rotting out of their heads in [Insert Third World Country here]. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was a good surprise when I heard about it, until I considered that pretty much everyone it affects is going to forget how amazing that is and take it for granted not long after they've got it.

Consider the fact that the existence of a middle class in and of itself is an anomaly in the course of human history. it used to be the case, and still is in some places, that you're either wealthy or you're poor. having luxury and money problems is a situation that requires some skill for the government and technology of a place to achieve. 

Anyway, I'm not complaining, but I wouldn't mind if college were a little cheaper.

In other news, I love all of my class, I feel absolutely soaked in multi-cultural-ness, I'm taking cultural anthropology, ASL 151 (which includes american deaf culture), and Flamenco. It's awesome. I've been stressed and frustrated lately, but really, everything is good.
 
 
Where's your head at?: PCC cafeteria
Feeling: optimisticoptimistic
Sing To Me: Simple Minds
 
 
Kiss The Girl
11 December 2007 @ 04:19 pm
Since quitting at lego I have wasted SO MUCH time.
And it has been glorious.
But now it's boring.
And I want a new job.
Especially because I have no money. Money is good.
And I still have not mastered the art of cartwheels, not even a little bit.

But some lovely things have happened recently.
When it snowed the other day, I caught snowflakes on my nose and eyelashes.
I got high and examined a pink box for a good 20 minutes.
I also chewed on Carrie's sweatshirt
And got a wonderfully meaty present for my vegan housemate.
Not to mention I've drastically cut down on my coffee intake
And finally lost the weight I gained on Thanksgiving, just in time for Christmas feasting.

I need an adventure.
 
 
Where's your head at?: Sara's house
Feeling: curiouscurious
Sing To Me: Avril Lavigne. Don't laugh at me.
 
 
Kiss The Girl
Billy Joel, "Piano Man"
David Bowie and Queen, "Under Pressure"
Shiny Toy Guns, "Le Disko"
Corinne Bailey Ray, "Put Your Records On"
Matchbox Twenty, "Last Beautiful Girl"
Daft Punk, "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger"
Fiona Apple, "Shadowboxer"
Tegan and Sara, "The Con"
Ben Harper, "Steal My Kisses"
Beach Boys, "Fun, Fun, Fun", "California Girls", and "I Get Around"
Mozart, "Requiem"
EDIT:
Van Morrison, "Brown Eyed Girl"


feel free to add to this list as needed.
 
 
Where's your head at?: home
Feeling: artisticartistic
Sing To Me: all of the above
 
 
 
Kiss The Girl
06 November 2007 @ 07:42 pm
It's been a very long time since I've updated. partially because I don't have much going on in my life, partially because I'd rather not share the little I've got. It's mine. One thing I will put out there, though, is that I really want a new job.
I've recently fallen in love with Al Pacino in The Scent of a Woman, he's pretty much a sexy bastard. One of those characters you love to hate;  he objectifies women, shamelessly spouts expletives, shits on everyone, and in the end you still love him. Why are people so damn complicated sometimes?
Anyway, the reason for the Al Pacino tangent is that I've been feeling lately like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders, and he says that a few times in the movie. It's such a great metaphor, very visual and brings to mind so many other heavy ideas, like a pendulum or Atlas or pregnancy. It entices you to let go of the burden because the statement of it almost makes it heavier and whispers "I'll take it off for you."
Another thing I love and hate is cliches. They happen a lot, it's not just the things you say anymore, it's the way you think. They simultaneously make me feel unoriginal and lead me to ponder the collective consciousness of humanity. Here's some of my favorite cliche situations and phrases in no particular order:
1. pulling flower petals to find out if "he loves me" or "he loves me not"
2. "The pot calling the kettle black"
3. "Break a leg"
4. Secretly combining one's own name with that of your significant other/crush/favorite celebrity
5. Anything Shakespeare
6. "And they lived happily ever after"
7. making a mix tape to express one's own emotions for someone else

I've always thought that #8 was kindof funny, I make playlists for my moods or to emote, but they're always private, because I know that the way I interpret it is different from the way anyone else would. Lately I've been putting together a new playlist just about every day on my i-pod, but it's more the time of day that I listen to it that's more important than the mood of the day. Mornings always always always have Portions for Foxes by Rilo Kiley, The Way You Move by Outkast, and Song 4 Mutya by Groove Armada. After school or work in the morning is generally The Beta Band, Feist, and the Lost in Translation Soundtrack, and on the bus home at the end of the day is roughly Pink Martini, Peter, Bjorn and John, Sunday by Bloc Party, and if nothing else by them, at least Something About Us by Daft Punk. Almost like my life has a soundtrack, it feels good in it's regularity... the music anyway. I keep telling myself that when I get done with an Associates at PCC, I'll break free and go wild, live an adventure, but it's so hard to wait. I dream about being light as a feather and being swung out into the world going wherever the wind takes me.
That's another cliche I like.

My favorite kinds of days are the ones when it's wet in the morning and the sun looks like it's struggling to reach through fog or clouds but when it does it makes you imagine you're climbing trees and smelling flowers and days when you were still small enough to hang on the monkey bars. Today was like that. It made me feel like that fog in the air, all the sun had to do was reach through and warm me up.
 
 
Where's your head at?: cold
Feeling: tiredheavy
Sing To Me: "Ivory" by Buffalo Daughter
 
 
Kiss The Girl
I am absolutely insatiable.
I think this is the problem with people who try desperately to get exactly what they want and refuse to settle. That sounds really awkward, seeing as it's more or less the definition of insatiable, but i don't know how else to say it.
So much pent up energy, i feel like hitchhiking to Alaska and back, but I wouldn't do it unless I had someone to do it with, not just any someone either.
I can't stand the fact that I'm getting locked into my life, at least in high school it was a new experience every day, or at least every production. The fucking lego store is the same every day, always some screaming child, a smart-ass boss, a horn dog store manager, hardly seeing daylight, I've even got a "usual" at Starbucks for christ's sake.
I need something new.
PS. Becoming Jane is an excellent movie and Daniel Radcliff has a great body.
 
 
Where's your head at?: <^>?!%$#@(*&
Feeling: indescribableerratic
Sing To Me: "Unfaithful" Rhianna
 
 
Kiss The Girl
I don't write here much anymore. I don't do much of anything anymore. I just started drawing again. Not drawing like I used to. drawing tattoos. I'm going to get one. Because it makes so much sense right now to be art.

I wake up, panic, run out my door without my keys or some other necessary thing
Sprint to the bus stop, just barely catch the bus
Go to work. Smile. Sometimes I make somebody's day. Sometimes I break somebody's little 10 year old heart.
I tell my coworkers their eyes don't smile, call them names like "Blondie" and "Danmoo" and have battles with foam swords.
I see a little girl that I'd like nothing more than to hug
And a mother I'd like nothing more than to hit
(I firmly believe that Victoria's Secret bags and 5 year olds don't mix).
I play gameboy for 15 minutes every two hours
I don't bother taking the bus all the way home
I complain about my home life
And occasionally take a bag full of clothes and necessities to Sara's house
Debating how to break it to my mother that I'm moving out.
I play Gameboy until I can't keep my eyes open
Or watch movies like there's no tomorrow morning
(Because Harry Potter only lasted a day and I don't feel like book shopping right now).
I hug my knees
And hope for something better to come along
I get a bad haircut because I want to change
I'm ready for adventure
I believe that taking, making, being the things that you want makes life beautiful
I lie and procrastinate
And it makes much more sense to be art.

Why does adult life feel like such a waste of time?
Answer: because your job sucks.

(I get angry at my computer. The End.)
 
 
Where's your head at?: House (not home)
Feeling: boredbored
Sing To Me: ::insert cussing fit here:: it seems as though itunes has left the building
 
 
Kiss The Girl
28 July 2007 @ 03:01 am
Women are crazy. I should know, being one myself.
I've recently noticed a common situation that seems to be becoming a modern cliche. after witnessing it in real life, I've started seeing it pop up in movies and TV shows and places like that. It really sucks. Here's the short of the situation: In a relationship, girl puts in an extraordinary amount of time, energy, and emotional investment. Guy does not follow suit, nor does he acknowledge that sacrifices have been made on girl's part.
I'm not going to say that this is entirely guy's fault, because it very rarely is. As much as sexual freedom is being taken advantage of nowadays, the freedom to work, express ourselves, etc... women seem to still have trouble catching up to men in straightforwardness. As a generalization. I mean, I loved the statement made in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" about the man being the head of the house and the woman the neck. But it also brings to light the tendency women have of attempting control through more cunning and manipulative means than men; men fight each other, women call other women ugly behind their backs. I call it the nature of the beast.
I'd like to consider this as one big fat case of history repeating itself, as much as we try to avoid it. I think it's mainly because we take recent history for granted. And, ya know, petty history like marital spats. Why is it that we have to learn these mistakes in our own life? Why can't we watch that movie, comfort that heartbroken friend, and make that mental not to never make the same mistake? They put a lot of junk we'll never use again in textbooks, why can't they write somewhere about how relationships are not easy, quarters are the main resource of a college student, chocolate will always make you feel better, and throw in a chapter on all those classic mistakes that people are bound to make in life. What are we supposed to do, just make them? Oh... yeah. Sometimes the learning process sucks.
My work schedule is going to kill me.
 
 
Where's your head at?: Shmorgisbord
Feeling: contemplativecontemplative
Sing To Me: ouououououou-vvvrrru-vrruuu (<--computer humming)
 
 
Kiss The Girl
02 July 2007 @ 07:53 pm
Woah, Harry Potter epiphany's galore!


And yes, in case you were wondering, I've already got my ticket for the midnight show of HP5 and preordered 7 (Who else is going to be kickin' it at Powell's downtown for the book?) , but i'm so much more excited for the book.

P.S. here's a link to where I found the breakdown of that cool Chess theory: http://www.knight2king.net/Knight2King/7moves7years.htmlP.P

P.P.S. after getting wrapped up in that chess-theory-blog for a while, I've decided that either JKR is brilliant and has written a much more deeply developed series than I really thought, or the guys who developed that whole theory are just really creative when it comes to coming up with literary connections. or both. either way, it's worth a read.
 
 
Where's your head at?: Harry Potter Land
Feeling: geekygeeky
Sing To Me: Holly Brook