| In Medias Res |
[Jan. 7th, 2008|01:37 pm] |
This journal has been lying unused for a long time, it's true.
But it's time again; I need to focus on writing, everything, in this new year.
Let's just start in the middle of things, then, and if I have time, I will explain for how things came to be at this place (with the girls broken up, etc). |
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| DanceJam |
[Nov. 15th, 2007|04:34 pm] |
Yes, I would learn to dance from MC Hammer.
You think I'm joking, don't you? Not in the least. Sign me up.
(Also, that reminds me. Have to reschedule out tango lessons soon). |
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| Gypsy Techno |
[Dec. 1st, 2006|10:54 am] |
The Shukar Collective is a Romanian group known for combining gypsy "bear tamer" music with contemporary electronic sampling. In fact the bear tamers are not tradition singers, but a group of people within the gypsy society. Shukar Collective's music is a form of art that mixes different sounds made by spoons or other domestic objects with the electronic analogic sounds.
Check out some of their videos on YouTube. |
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| Questions |
[Nov. 17th, 2006|03:19 pm] |
Questions for myself:
1. How is it that other people can stand to be so open on their blogs? They can both talk about their work and professional lives, and also personal stuff, and thoughts and insecurities.
How did they get to that place? Unless I filter it to a handful of people, I can't bear the thought of sharing my life and thoughts on my main blog. Why? Am I afraid of judgement from friends? What does that say about them?
Or perhaps of weirdness from professional and casual contacts? That makes sense.
Still, I envy slightly the peoples who seem to have their blog life unified.
Hmm, come to think of it, it depends on what the main focus of a blog is. Is it networking and professional development? Is it just talk among friends, and support/therapy/outlet? I don't think the two should be mixed, and yet some people manage it with various degrees. Must investigate.
2. Why have I spent MUCH more time and attention on researching small things (what shoe to buy, what coat, which computer, etc), than what job to get? Or what college to go to?
I kind of understand the cause and effect, sure -- the former is easy, no consequence stuff, whereas the latter is scary, and involves faith in (and objective view of) my own abilities and professional and academic worth.
Still, that can't be good, can it. |
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| Snakes on a Plane! |
[Aug. 18th, 2006|09:04 am] |
I am so damn giddy about this stupid movie, Snakes on a Plane. Tonight, baby! It opens tonight!
I was watching the Aug 15th clip of The Daily Show, with Samuel L. Jackson, and I found myself just full-out cackling and cheering, and watching the Cobra Starship videos and fan trailers didn't help either.
And I know at least one friend of mine thinks the whole phenomenon around the movie incredibly dumb and fannish and meme-ridden, but I can't help it. This is our life! A tiny, stupid, incosequential fragment of it, but there's something there, a joy and a kinship, like freezing your ass off on Times Square on New Year's. I'm hungry for it.
I am so there. |
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| Dragon Luck |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|11:09 am] |
How, dear gods, am I supposed to learn the lessons of planning and responsibility, when I tend to be so damn last-moment lucky?
Last night, I walked into a formalwear rental place, one night before an event. And what do I find? Not only the perfect, closest possible parking spot in a crowded mall lot, but they JUST happened to have one set, in the exact same color I was looking for, which the manager (he looked at me like I was crazy -- they normally have to order these things far in advance) took off the mannequin, and it fit me perfectly.
Now, if I could just add to my luck the ability to plan, and some discipline... oh, but I could rule my small world.
Working on it. |
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| Note to self |
[Aug. 7th, 2006|01:08 pm] |
Note to self:
When alarm goes off in the morning, and B. asks me, "what time is it?", and I attempt to stammer an explanation that it's difficult to tell, since it depends on whether we use a polar coordinate system, for telling time, or a regular Cartesian one, from the point where we originally set the alarm...
It's a clear sign.
I need more sleep. |
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| Thought Fragments |
[Aug. 3rd, 2006|11:00 am] |
So much of my time is simple visceral appreciation. This fresh pesto is so delicious. This anime or scifi show is excellent. A girl's skin (I'm sure boy skin is nice, too - not my passion) makes me giddy and breathless, and warm inside.
So much of my life is oriented towards -- let's put it harshly, consumption, towards simple sense-oriented behaviors.
But, it is my life! I hold it dear. I want to remember even these fragments, these dinners, prepared lovingly or hastily, these movies and shows, the feel of airconditioning on skin in the summer, and of the herb-fragrant hot air when stepping outside.
I want to improve my skills and virtue (arete), to increase the number of peak moments in my life, to grow more calm and playful and passionate and wily and ridiculous and courageous, to use my powers for awesome. But gods, don't let me forget these moments, these evenings and days, mere or holy. |
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| First Post |
[Jul. 31st, 2006|01:17 pm] |
This is a journal of want, of introspection and focus, of hope, hate, and longing.
Also, random blather. |
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