michele

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Shie Ji Li

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although most of you saw this when you made me stand up on a bench in the middle of a crowded restaurant, here is my tattooed leg. yes, i got a tattoo. yes, it hurt like hell. yes, i fucking love it. yes, i will probably get another one. who’s got the tattoo fever? i do. once you break the skin the first time, the fear of what it’s going to be like is pretty much over. and if you’ve already got some defacement of the body action going on, what’s really standing in the way of “ruining” it a bit more? when really the ruining could also be considered as ‘enhancement.’ grins. no but really, i honestly don’t think it’s a bit deal. but then i am fairly adaptable to things. sure people can talk all they want about how in 5 years or 10 years or when i’m old i’m going to hate it and question my sanity and wish i’d never done it. but who the fuck cares. i wanted to do it RIGHT NOW. and that’s all that really matters. i’m not going to look back to this time in my life and be regretful about the things i’ve done, especially not when it was something as important to me as this is.

i got jason fong to translate it for me. it’s pronounced Shie Ji Li and stands for, ‘appreciation,’ ‘chivalous/rightous,’ and ‘strength/energy.’ i don’t think any of you really saw my father near the end of his life, but i did. and i can say that he tried really hard to be strong for us and showed my mom and brother, who were primarily taking care of him, how grateful he was and how much he loved them. he didn’t like feeling helpless and he didn’t want a lot of fuss, but he made it all the way thru our last christmas day together before passing away quietly in the night.

Shie Ji Li is the chinese name that he was given in Hong Kong, which was one of the foriegn lands he went to work in after first being diagnosed with prostrate cancer. Even though perhaps his going away was a cowardly tactic at dealing with the problem, it was his way of coping and he certainly never forgot us. And while he was working overseas he definately left a legacy of works to be proud of: the new international airport in Manilla, the railway connecting mainland China to Hong Kong in preperation for the Turnover, and the re-designed highways around London. So, my tattoo and Adam’s tattoo are in memory of our father. Shie Ji Li.

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oh to be a five year old again.

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this was basically me inside of the exploratorium on saturday. going “wheeeeeeeeee……eeeeeeeee……….EEEEEEEE……(and just when you think i am done)….EEEEEEE!!!!!”

seriously though i got into that place and i turned into a five year old on meth. it was that bad. i ran from exhibit to various mechanical doodad with levers. and i pulled those levers! without reading the instructions or the science-y knowledge which might have helped me later in life to know about magnetism, or electricity, or why a straight bar can fit through a curved hole (sex, anyone? although admittedly on a slightly different….no a totally different object usage. forget i said anything.) I just yanked things and then ran on. it was exhausting. and then came the whole bubble making area with the metal circles with handles and the soapy, enticing water. and the stupid children who wouldn’t go away and let ME play with the bubbles. mine, all mine! bubbles!

Wheeeeee………eeeeeee……….eeeeee……..EEEEEEE!!!!!!

Kristen biking like there’s no tomorrow. With a face.

Kristen and I face off. Like there’s no tomorrow. And she makes the same face.

You gotta kind of wonder if she’s making that face all the time and you’ve just stopped noticing. Or maybe she has to wonder that. I don’t have to wonder that. Cause i kNOw what face she is making all the time…. and it is not that face. Though i love that face! Intense face! Gonna make it over this wall face! Gonna bike it over this rail face. Gonna exchange faces with michele face! Eeek! Does that mean I have the face now? No but oh no, you can have it back!

Erica and I in the distorted room.

Me towering over Kristen. For probably the once and only time in my life. Thank you distorted room, thank you.

Chop stick WAR! hi-ya! kung fu!

Erica and Marc at sushi dinner.

Ellie opening all her oopsy daisy gear.

And finally I present you with jc, JESUS.

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8 femmes

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Categories: Movie Reviews

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On Sunday I took my mom to see the french movie 8 Women at the Dome (not in the Dome, mind you, because of course my fucking big cock fat ass greek stoopid wedding is back in the dome.) Imagine my surprise when the movie turned out to have musical numbers. color me shockfaced. it was a fjords revelation, i’m telling you.

the movie was good. intrigue, 8 female characters and pretty much nothing else, lots of lesbians on the sly, fake settings, fucking song and dance numbers, (i mean come on it doesn’t get much better than emmanualle beart singing about how she lives her life up or down taking chances and seductive swinging and ludivine with virginie and catherine deneuve singing backup on how her father doesn’t know everything. poppy number…pop pop poppy pa pa pa. pa pa pa. mon pere, mon dieu!)

It’s in french with subtitles, of course. and the pacing is kind of slow. but some of the shots are fantastic, the plot is convulted and only a little hole-y. the twist is good though a little expected. one of the revelations is wholly unecessary and completely undealt with. but whatever. actually more than one of them. hmm…. still an intertesting movie based mainly on the casting and playing of all female leads and the setting in basically one room of one house and the inability to leave (due to snow. but also to feminine trapped syndrome.)

my advice: video is nice. make sure you watch it in widescreen though. spending $8 though is probably not necessary.

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