Sunday, February 26, 2006
i'll make the most of it, i'm an extraordinary machine
How are things?
Things are really, really good.
How are things with you?
(Photo taken by my friend Jin).
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Even Giraffes Have Hearts
Even Giraffes Have Hearts
Originally uploaded by Love & Tea.
My parents gave me the Canon Digital Rebel XT as an early graduation present, coinciding with my advanced camera techniques classes this quarter and next. Needless to say, I am in love.
So in love, in fact, that I'm finding a difficult time naming the camera. I feel like I need to get to know it better before I can name it, though I am leaning towards Marc Jacobs.
The shows are finally over, and as per the long conversation I had in office hours with my fiction professor today -- my well is temporarily drained. It just needs to rain again.
This site will probably transition very soon (well, in about four weeks) into a photography portfolio, and the blog will take a secondary status. In the meantime, I am much enjoying my friends Nicole and Yao's blogs, and you might too.
New goals include:
- cooking more vegetarian
- writing more emails to dish to friends
- sticking to morning pages
- taking tons of photos
- becoming intimate with Marc Jacobs (ooh I like the name already)
- read more for recreation
- develop photography portfolio
- initiate career hunting
- cleaning out closet to sell/donate
In addition to finishing this quarter, amidst a sea of unwritten stories and papers, unprinted photographs, unread novels, and minor car troubles.
When it rains, it pours cute boys. And sometimes, it's just nice to stand in the rain.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
This is interesting. Please do it.
I can't believe I am fully booked from 9AM to 11PM today, and I haven't even started my five page French paper that is due tomorrow. Life is hard right now, but I've never been happier.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
I got sucked into Valentine's Day, goddammit. I made two dozen chocolate & toffee chip cookies, half of them with red sugar crystal hearts or the letter R (for Ryan) on them. And I drew a card, a diagram of the brain (cerebral pedunkle, medulla oblongata, cerebellum, et al) in pink, red, and black Micron 08.
Also, it's been brought to my attention that it is National Condom Week. By brought to my attention, I mean at least half a dozen condoms have been shoved into my hands in the few hours I'm on campus.
So Happy Vagina, Victory, Valentine's Day, and Happy National Condom Week!
Monday, February 13, 2006
While I was doing my laundry this afternoon, the news channel informed me that while we are in a heavenly 77 degree-sunny-blue-skied-perfect-breezy kind of heaven here in San Diego, the rest of the country is buried under the snow. Man, am I happier about life than ever or what. That's more like it, California.
After a short discussion with my photography professor about missing the first week of school next quarter, I am now sea-bound for a weeklong cruise to the Mexican Riviera with my family. Oh, just IMAGINE all the GLORIOUS EATING that will commence! If that witch from Hansel & Gretel had been really committed to her cannibalism, she would have set up camp on a cruise ship and lured in fresh meat during the midnight buffet.
Of course, in my head all the food I consume on a cruise ship will not count because it will be burned off by the amount of reading, swimming, and hiding from my family that I will be doing. Or perhaps I will take up shuffleboard or some other elderly sport that is played on cruise ships. I digress. The food I consume would probably not differ too much to the amount of food I can consume on a daily basis -- often times I come home after a long day and will eat for two hours straight. It's quite incredible. I assume one day, sometime after I'm 30 and my metabolism starts to slow down, I will blow up to the size of a small elephant. The food is just biding its time.
On one last food-related note, after next week I will be a more active contributor to my friend Alex's Tasy Travels food blog.
Opening night for The Vagina Monologues last night was amazing. That stage is my bitch!
Speaking of VDays, the only redeeming quality of Valentine's day is the wonderful candy and abundance of pink and red together. Otherwise, it's a totally ridiculous and pointless holiday because you should show your love every day. And this isn't coming from a single-inflicted, cliched bitterness for the holiday; I've got a boy I adore. But for a few years now, VDay has meant Vagina, Victory, and Valentine to me, and that is so much greater than one disgustingly consumerist holiday to celibrate couplehood.
Let's see some real love this year. Commit selfless acts, be kind, give your seat up on the bus, open the door for someone else, spare some change for the person short ahead of you in line, tip your baristas and sandwich makers, buy food for the homeless, recycle, turn your lights off in rooms you're not using, conserve water, make your roommates dinner, clean the bathroom.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Last week was intense Vagina hell week; it continues this week with four performances (starting tonight).
Meanwhile, my mother told me to take first week of next quarter off to go on a cruise to Mexico -- which I am ALL for, except I am MORE for graduating. Professors are unnecessarily unresponsive and difficult, especially since this is my last quarter and I'm only taking two classes! Goddamn learning how to use medium format cameras! I'm going to discuss things over with my photo professor tomorrow morning, and hopefully negotiate some way to learn how to use 4x5 view cameras and thus miss the first week of school.
Shoot, I just remembered I have to go pre-register for my classes tomorrow too.
But after the Vagina Monologues are over, I'd like to:
- buy & watch Elizabethtown
- watch The Corpse Bride
- work on better, more efficient dark room practices
- write second short story
- do my nails
- map out the remaining weeks of my ArtsBridge program
- start job hunting for post-grad
- read Madeline is Sleeping and The Feast of Love
- cook again
- work on my novella again
- finish Gina's present/package!
- sleeeeeep more
- go to the zoo
- finish all five seasons of Gilmore Girls
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Vaginas Meet Their Maker
Last night 19 excited vaginas got into a three car caravan up to the Wadsworth Theatre in LA. They saw Eve Ensler perform her new play The Good Body. Then they manipulated, charmed, and advantaged their way into meeting the ORIGINAL VAGINA.
She is one of the most important people I've ever met in my life; and it's incredible to hug the woman who has changed my life, changed so many lives of so many women in so many countries, and feel her love and warmth. It's so incredible to have her blessing on the upcoming shows. I'm so excited!
It was strangely hard for me to digest it all at first, I felt indifferent and lost in a sea of other girls. But when we finally got back home much later that night (we made a pit stop for ice cream, HECK YES), I felt so damn good.
This whole experience has been so damn good. I feel so damn good about myself, about my relationships, about my vagina, about women, about empowerment, about social change, about kindness. A lot of it has to do with a community of women, a power group, that a lot of girls forget that they need because we get so competitive and petty and lost in our own worlds. Be here now. You have the Good Body.
I don't mean to get all gushy girl-powery, because I'm not comfortable about that crap. But I do mean it when I say it is so important for women to be around other women, and to be able to talk and share and be. It has changed the way I value people.
You should tell yourself I am beautiful, every single goddamn day. Because you really are.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Today was the first day I could sleep in since this quarter started. Of course, it was tainted by this awful dream I had of adopting a magenta dauschaud (well, that was good), and then my mom told me that my dogs died. WORST DREAM EVER.
I think I'm getting old, and potentially boring, because Carrie Bradshaw sometimes really annoys me. Oh, how we've grown apart. Don't get me wrong, Sex and the City is still the bible. I've been rewatching the last ten minutes of the finale over and over all afternoon, and reveling in it. Thank goodness there are some things that never get old.
One more thing: YAY! My boyfriend, Daniel Vosovic (on Project Runway) is kicking ass!
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