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July 11th, 2009
07:26 am
For this morning, we have a selection from one Dar Williams (love!!)
"If you're gonna get your heart broke/you'd better do it just right/it's gotta be raining/and you've gotta move your stuff that night"
Well said...
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The Blessings - Dar Williams</div>
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July 10th, 2009
04:49 pm
Guys,
This scene shaped my cinematic tastes for years....
I was a disturbed child...
No joke, I used to scare my sister by going "It's SHOWTIME!!!" in a really creepy voice. Well, as creepy as an eight year old girl can muster...And when my grandma used to play Harry Belafonte on her old record player, I used to wish desperately I could fly...(don't pretend you didn't too...)
Much love and Cheers,
Kai
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10:34 am
Hello, hello!
Just here chillin' out. Got some laundry and little reading done. I had many, many ambitious things planned for today, but my room is starting to look so nice that I may focus on Sheddingfield and save the Target and Old Navy run for tomorrow. Besides-if I did all those things, I wouldn't be able to hang out in grubby yoga pants and a shirt that said "Carlito's Custom Chop Shop". And some days I like hanging out in grubby yoga pants and an old shirt that says "Carlito's Custom Chop Shop"
Now, if you'll excuse me, must dash. But not before I give you some old-school B-52's to start your weekend. Another from my private stash :-)
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Dance This Mess Around - The B-52s</div>
Love and Cheers,
Kai
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July 8th, 2009
06:14 pm
Oh, Flavor Flav....*shakes head*
From Bono D. iPod to you.
Nuff about the cultural appropriation of a white chick from the OC listening to this all you want, but this was, as Chuck D said, "CNN for Black folks..." and I firmly believe that while it isn't anyone's job to teach so-called white America about how the other half lives (any more than it's my job to teach people about what it's like to be me) it is white America's job to sit down, seek out the frequency and listen to the broadcast, if you see what I'm saying.
Interesting story: My mom heard me listening to this when I was younger and asked me to turn it down. "It's too harsh!" she said.
My response? "What do you think your parents thought when they heard you listening to the Beatles?"
My dad high-fived me
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911 Is A Joke - Public Enemy</div>
-K
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06:47 am
Hello, gang, and a special welcome to![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) siofraa.nightshade_7976 ,
pennywren, kissingchaos, iam_superman, and bonanzajellybee. Everyone make room for these fine folks and don't bogart the sandwiches...mmm sandwiches...*ahem* Not a whole lot happened today-just the usual round of work, studying, etc. However it was one of those days where everyone seemed to need something from me...I was very, very glad when a parent of one of my Gizmos offered me a ride home because it meant I didn't have to hang around in the chaos waiting for my bus. And I could get home to peace and quiet much, much sooner.
I do hope the people that talked to me on Monday keep their word and call me to set up a face-to-face interview...they did mention that the person that sets them up was out of town for a while, and to go ahead and call them tomorrow to set it up should I not hear. I'd really, really like to land this one, gang. Wish me luck :-).
Yesterday I tore Sheddingfield apart looking for my copy of William Carlos Williams' Paterson. I honestly have no idea where it went...grrrr...If only I organized my books as mercilessly as my CDs...I swear my bookshelves are part Jenga tower, part overcrowded sports closet. Fortunately it's not absolutely imperative that I find it right this minute, as I had an alternate lined up in Judith Butler's Gender Trouble, but still-it's like when you're hankering for that nice, cold soda or plum (heee!) or what-have-you in the fridge and then you find someone's ganked it before you can get to it...
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to get m'self some lunch :-)
Love and Cheers,
Kai
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July 5th, 2009
08:22 am
Hey hey!
I hope everyone had lots of good food and fireworks :-) I gotta say mine exactly as planned. I talked to my family to wish them good tidings. A full-on barbecue was in progress, of course. The grill was on and every neighbor within six blocks seemed to be there. I talked to everyone. They're keeping the fact that I am going to be there for Snotface's birthday a surprise, so it killed me that I couldn't say anything to him.
After that, I had a nice cold beer and watched neighbors light off fireworks, which, by the way, were much bigger and prettier than expected. There were some that went up bright green right out my window and came down in showers of silver. It was also adorable seeing little kids waving their little sparklers around, spelling their names. I hoped there was the odd rude word snuck in there, too...
After that, I must admit, I had a bit of a squish-fest. After Roomie left for her celebrations for the evening, I brushed my teeth, put on my favorite sweatpants, and put on "Imagine Me and You" followed by the Buffy episode "New Moon Rising", AKA The One With the Extra Flamey Candle *sniff*. I know, I know, I pretend to be a hardass, but I'm a frickin' marshmallow...
On deck for today? Laundry and reading. Way behind on Faerie Queene, unfortunately. Grrrr...No worries. Will make up for it at Ye Olde Laundromat this afternoon. If I power through tomorrow, I may get half-way done...
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get my butt in gear. But not before I grab another cuppa java. And listen to some John Hiatt....I swear-Sunday morning and John Hiatt go together like chocolate and peanut butter...
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Dust Down A Country Road - John Hiatt</div>
Much love and Many Cheers,
Kai
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July 4th, 2009
03:28 pm
Heee! Katchoo does this when she smells my breakfast, except with Katchoo this is followed by the Hungry Hammie Butt-Wiggle, wherein she gets up, climbs up to her perch and paces while wiggling her butt as if to say "Look! I'z dancin'! You haz toast, you gives me bizkit!"
Glad to know it's not just my hammie. BTW, as of the first of this month, she has officially outlived Rockit
(courtesy YouTube user sjfann)
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July 2nd, 2009
04:39 pm
I dunno, but my normally placid demeanor seems to be slipping.
Maybe it's because I spend a bunch of time with kids, so my really, really bad 'don't give a fuck' slightly self-destructive side tends to be kept fairly well in check. Ditto for reading. As long as the brain and body are active, I'm calm and happy. I mean, it's incredibly hard to be pissy when you're having pretend sword fights with two year olds and quoting Princess Bride or trying to figure out Middle English. You just don't have much time for "grrrr..." when you're doing either one of those things.
But the heat brings laziness which brings crankiness which means that bitch is scratching at the surface, dying to walk up to the biggest person she can find and say "I fucking dare you..." (which shall henceforth be known as the Kai version of "I'm your Huckleberry")
Relax-even though I'm a pretty difficult character sometimes, I make it a point to never, ever pick fights...especially not for sport. 'Cause that's just fucking stupid. But I do feel frustrated and pissed off by my lack of desire to do anything much...I'm sure things will be better in a few weeks when I'm sitting by my family's pool, cooling off and enjoying my folks.
So I'll just put this tune on in the meantime. Imagine a smirk and a raised eyebrow on YHN...
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Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones</div>
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June 29th, 2009
02:09 pm
Hangin' around, sending in resumes, and contemplating laundry...Feeling a bit lazy due to this lovely heatwave. It's not as miserable as it was yesterday. Yesterday was yucky. This, however, is the type of day where Ma and Dad would ring the huge old engine bell in the backyard and within twenty minutes, one neighbor would bring meat for my folks to barbecue, another couple would bring side dishes, and someone would bring bevvies. An authentic impromptu cookout.
So consider the bell rung. Figuratively speaking, of course :-) Feel free to say hi and add each other! I promise I'll clean up afterwards.
And here's for tunes. I remember this album (Songs for the Daily Planet) very, very well from high school-still listen to it every once in a while :-) "I was only kiddin' when I called 'em a couplea dicks/still they made me do the stupid human tricks"
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Alright Guy - Todd Snider</div>
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08:32 am
Sorry it's been a while!
Not a whole lot going on at the moment. Finished with Ovid's "The Metamorphoses". There were some stories I totally loved, like Iphis and Ianthe...this officially finishes section one of the MA reading list...*happy dance*
Am now reading Edmund Spenser's "The Faerie Queene"...fortunately we're only supposed to have read book one for the exam. Me knowing me though, I wanna see how far I can get before the archaic language and such get to me (trust me gang, it ain't easy...ya never know when u's are supposed to be v's and there's all the terminology to figure out...)
And did I mention how freakin' HOT it was? Oh man oh man I hate triple digits...OK so mid nineties, but they were forecasting 108 in my area.
Iz it can be early October nao? With the hot chocolate and floofy sweaters (oh I love floofy sweaters) and Ma's chicken and dumplings and all? And no yicky hair clinging to the back of my neck or vaguely comatose feeling? No? Harrumph....
My plans for today are to read, throw in a load of washing, send in a resume or two, hit up Target, and see Ms. S...
Of course after I finish my coffee....Mmmm coffee....
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June 25th, 2009
06:01 pm
OK-regardless, this blew my fucking mind when I was a kid...
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June 24th, 2009
09:10 pm - Care and feeding of your Outlier #1
Lesson Number One: Social interaction
Fuck right now I need this song...
"I say if you're born a lion don't bother tryin' to act tame"
You see, many people have told me that I, quite frankly, intimidate them. I scare people. Roomie says I scare away her potential dates. Yup-the dreaded term "cockblock" has been used against yours truly.
She warns me that I don't disguise myself well. It's true. Every arch of the eyebrow says something. Namely? "Prepare to be taken the fuck out"
If I don't feel the need or want to talk to you, I'm not going to. Idle chitchat is completely lost on me.
If you come to my party, try to balance a beer on your head and act surprised when it falls and spills on the kitchen floor-you best bet I'm gonna treat you like a dumbass. My disdain for you will not be disguised. To my mind, you deserve every bit of ridicule.
I look you dead in the eye when I speak to you for the first time. Yes, I am Sizing You Up. Unashamedly. I've learned to do this very well
My size has forced me to find alternative ways of getting peoples' attention. This combined with my profound "Don't give a fuck" streak sometimes allows this to come out hilariously. Do not be alarmed.
An example from our party the other week
*I pick up fake nunchucks that someone's dropped*
"Dude?"
*Ignored*
"Dude?"
*Ignored*
*AwfuckitTHWACK*
"Owch!"
*dude turns around*
"These are yours"
(chill out, everyone-they were foam)
Finally, Social Interaction Overload
This is when the absolute worst part of yours truly's personality comes to light. Remember that Sizing Up thing I did in the very beginning? If I feel crowded or whatnot, I know how to use that as ammo. Every tic, every potential weakness, is available for exploitation. When I need space, it's the first thing I'll go for. I also know how to make you feel really stupid. If I make a beeline for outside or I ask to find the first available ride home-don't pressure me into staying or carnage will ensue.
You see, by understanding these factors, you understand upon meeting me that I'm not a horrible, intimidating person who will rip off your head and shit down your throat. Just someone who's had a very strange set of life experiences and as a result has a very low tolerance for bullshit and a very high need to protect themselves at all times.
I hope this has been enlightening...
Current Music: Born a Lion-Ani DiFranco
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June 23rd, 2009
12:52 pm
So, here I am at home, reading The Oresteian Cycle with Jim Henson's "The Storyteller: Greek Myths" on television
Over the last couple days, I've read Oedipus Rex, the Aeneid, Medea, Agamemnon and am in the middle of Aeschylus' The Libation Bearers.
For some reason, stories like these have an incredibly animalistic appeal for me. Full of blood, dust, adventure, revenge and inter-Olympian intrigue. It started when I was a little kid. I devoured the myth of Athena because I loved the idea of a woman springing fully armed. I even kinda loved that Hera was a jealous, scheming shrew because she made no apologies for it.
Revisiting them now, with my expreiences and opinions, I have a very different take on the ancient stories I loved. I actually rooted for Clytemnestra when she killed Agamemnon in revenge for sacrificing Iphiginia, and I hated Jason for ditching Medea for some younger chick with a title. And the less said about Oedipus the better.
But I still love them.
I am weird
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08:14 am
OK, so y'all might have heard that Perez Hilton got a black eye (hur hur) at the MuchMusic Awards. Homophobic insults were thrown, the whole bit. To hear Hilton talk, he's another Matthew Shepard or something, a victim of senseless violence. Some sort of queer solidarity should put me behind him.
But ya know what? Nuh-uh. No fucking sympathy at all. Bad gay girl, right here
He trashes people for a living. He has even been known to trash their children. Shit man, if someone put a pic of Snotface on their website and said "Look at this ugly kid!" I know there would be punches thrown
What he did is the equivalent of sticking his hand in a wasp's nest and crying when he gets stung
So Mr, Lavandeira, this is not a case of the poor persecuted gay gossip columnist. This is a case of someone doing nothing more than reaping what they sow.
Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to make myself some breakfast, do some reading, and see if I can't send in a resume or two...
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June 22nd, 2009
02:51 pm
Sorry for the couple days' absence :-)
Monday treated me well. Worked, read Oedipus Rex (oh sooooo hard to read for someone with my well-documented eye-squick).
Kinda a weekend of emotional extremes-a bit of drama, a bit of yaysquee-you get the idea
Am now going to have a nice, cold soda and read
-K
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June 20th, 2009
09:23 am
Actual entry later, but please allow me this space for the posting of teh pretteh moozik...
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Just Another - Pete Yorn</div>
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June 18th, 2009
09:10 pm
In kinda a moody mood...this suits...
"This is what you get/when you mess with us..."
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June 17th, 2009
04:32 pm
So, now that I'm pretty well out of my illness, there's something on my mind, thanks to the Shakesville articles the wonderful tn_tiger has posted in her recent entry-specifically, regarding Sacha Baron Cohen's up-coming movie, Bruno.
Now, ostensibly, he's doing this to bring to light in a humorous manner the fact that homophobia is rampant but underground and disguised in polite society (much like he did with racism and jingoism in Borat). The portrayal of Bruno as an incredibly swish, even predatory stereotype does make one wonder (pics and story here). Do we really need the stereotype played up for laughs yet again? Furthermore, is a straight, white man (with all the privilege that entails) the best person to be turning over these particular rocks without seeming totally insensitive and out of touch? Does this exposure also have the potential for straight co-optation of gay issues as well as the potential for straight people to control the conversation? Agree or disagree...
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11:33 am
Whew!! OK-I officially feel human again. Well, well and truly upright at any rate. Tummy not perfect, but definitely well enough to hold down a bit of unbuttered toast, and maybe a bit of coffee.
Had a wonderfully loopy IM conversation last night with a dear friend with whom I hadn't spoken in many, many moons. It was good to know we're both doing well. There's a bit of history between us (he was the one that made me promise that if I ever went for a guy it would be him). He and his girlfriend are celebrating three years :-)
Found out that my little Snotface, my little mansie, has graduated from preschool. Sis sent me pictures-adorable! Nana and Papa had him dressed in a print button-down Reyn Spooner-y shirt ("Just like Papa's!" he said) with his hair slicked back under a mortarboard. Because he's such a big Spiderman fan (as are most little boys), today's song is for him. His other big favorite is Iron Man (loves to watch the cartoons)...I think I can work out some age-appropriate comicky goodness for his fifth birthday celebration next month...
Love and Cheers,
Kai
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June 16th, 2009
05:21 pm
Oh my holy damn...how much can a person sleep?? Seriously...I called in again this morning (got sick last night) went back to bed, woke up at nine, and the next thing I know it's after five. If sleep and liquids are helping though, who am I to monkey with it...
I'm never having pizza again....
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