mottled blue

this will be a many parted entry. be forewarned.

lately i have been spending time staring in the mirror attempting to copy the japanese adoption and transfiguration of pursed lips. it’s impossible. they do something with the bottom lip which makes it go in and …in. like in sideways and then in under the top while at the same time the top lip doesn’t seem to move at all. impossible i tell you. and yet i persist in doing it. if every single one of those damn girls can do it on live action sailor moon, why can’t i? cursed show. is there some wretched muscle that only japanese girls have that makes it possible to scrunch the lower lip horizantally? i don’t understand.

more importantly, i don’t understand how it is that i’ve become addicted to live action sailor moon to the point where i have now watched 21 episodes in the last 48 hours. you know what this means? 28 to go, that’s what it means. tuxedo kamen-sama!

why am i watching live action sailor moon? pure escapism. because in TWO DAYS i’m flying to colorado to present my paper on ‘literary tropes and familial incest in banana yoshimoto’s kitchen‘. and i’m terrified. with good reason. 1) i have to get on a plane and 2) i have to talk in public. i’m finding it hard to look past those two things to the fun that will be inherent in hanging out with john and katherine, my most favorite married couple in the world. i don’t think i really know too many other married people, so possibly this is not the compliment i mean it to be.

though not married, they did recently celebrate the first birthday of their delightfully adorable kid (photos here). jason and i went to mickey and ellie’s house to watch tyler tug at his own hair out of sheer grumpy sleepyness. also there was j. lilja from high school. with whom i shared a moment of pure shame as he asked me if i was looking forward to serenity and i attempted to cover for my lame avoidance of him at wondercon by asking if he had been there too. i suppose that shame wasn’t really ‘shared’ per se. he had nothing to feel bad about. it was kristen and me being horridly anti-social and terrified of talking to him and s. mcguire (at seperate times–they were not together.) i’m such a recluse. (i couldn’t help that link. jason is too adorable).

in order to rectify this, is anyone interested in any of the upcoming international asian american film festival showings? i need to see monkey dance (3/12, 5pm, kabuki) and people of angkor (3/13, 2:30pm, kabuki) for a paper i have to do. i want to see cutie honey (3/12, 9:15pm, castro), house of flying pancakes (3/11, 9:15pm, kabuki), turtles can fly (3/13, 6pm, pacific film archive in berkeley), butterfly (3/13, 12pm, castro), dumplings (3/13, 9:45pm, castro), and slow jam king (3/12, 9:30pm, kabuki). some of those have conflicting times though. anyone? anyone? i can tell you that i’ve seen the first five minutes of cutie honey and it is pretty incredible cheesy goodness.