Nyotaimori

this is funny because i am currently in a UCB class to learn how to do travel vouchers online, and what am i doing instead? updating my blog. ha ha ha!

yesterday i ate cheetos. were they always that crunchy? i don’t think i really approve. i mean honestly….

i just got an email from cirque su soleil’s mailing list, which apparently i am a member of. and they’re opening a new show in vegas called ‘zumanity’ which is all about erotic human nature. o cirque du soleil, why must you tempt me so?

i have a proposal. let’s go see the zoo porn. in vegas. over labor day weekend. (august 29-september 1). who’s with me?! zoo porn! zoo porn!

i have a sneaking suspicion that no one is with me on this. but people, come on. what else are you going to spend your hard earned cash on? rent? food? bah! instead let’s buy plane tickets, hotel rooms, and seats at the sex spectacle spectacular!

i think it’s kind of funny how i spend so much money going all over the place and doing things (this month alone-san diego, new jersey/new york, and coachella). which really, instead of satisfying the wanderlust, just makes it a more permanent gaping hole inspiring me to go more places and do more things and never stop. never, ever stop. i am well aware, mind, that it’s incredibly stupid and self-sabotaging to waste all my money on pleasure when if i saved it i could…..do something else….like……buy a house someday in like 10 years and be a stable member of society contemplating children and retirement. but why bother? what’s the point in saving money for that honestly? it’s boring. it’s a boring future with a boring job and a boring home.

the point here is that there’s a zumanitarian outreach effort calling your names. humans symbolically in zoos! with porn! resistance is futile!

zoo porn! zoo porn!

i got new eyewear. i relay this to you in a consumer upper white middle class comfort zone. they’re purple and hella cute.

i’m reading this book right now called ‘the floating world’ by cynthia gralla. it’s so good. i could rave on and on about it. but i will limit myself to this little post. at the beginning the language is kind of stilted and unsure like a wobbly colt. but then about 20 pages in or so it just finds this lyrical, evocative voice and becomes this transcendental prose of eroticism and sensual lushness, (sensual…think mrs. butler and billy bud. ha ha. but seriously.)

perhaps i like it just because it’s set in japan. but i think it has something to do with the integral plot point that the main character becomes a “hostess” at a restaurant where she strips naked, has designs painted on her, lies down on a table, and people are served sushi off her body. naked sushi girl. most likely it doesn’t get much better than that, right? the ideals of revolution, feminism, aesthetics, and mono no aware (an awareness of the transient nature of the world, life, etc) are all touched upon and linked within the pages of the story detailing one woman’s journey to touch her soul.

i’ll give you a quote. i had to re-read it like 3 times because i was so delighted by it:

“you are like a lady carrying an atomic bomb around inside of you. did you drop your bomb on this country? is that why this place calls to you? all that power and all that horror nestle in your breast. my lady of sorrows–there are half-burnt bodies contorting like gifted acrobats in your heart, your soul; you carry them with you, these corpses which support your beautiful skin better than any bone or blood could do. those who are blind cannot see this–it requires sight far more searching than an x-ray, but i can see it. i can see that blackened bodies are the whalebone stays of your lovely dresses.

my lady dulcinea, lady of false dreams, i christen thee–

tonight i watch the night sky closely–thinking, yes, i could cast my lady up there.”

p.s. cynthia gralla goes to UC Berkeley even. wouldn’t it be so amazing to be her walking around and see me, or someone, reading her book. wouldn’t it be cool to have a published book and see people reading it? the thought astounds. i stand amazed.

this is not a real post. i repeat: not real.

click here to go look at pictures of me in jersey.

p.s. if you can sign in to CH you can also go back to like 1999 and 1997 in which there are pictures of kristen, nuala, and i doing various things. plus us three and james and long hai at my house playing pool. this appears to be the work of gene and/or kristen.

well here i am back again. prepared to write a helluva long entry about my trip to jersey. if you now ask me how the trip was i am going to refuse to tell you and only point at this webpage. so read it and like it or don’t question me about the trip.

flight there. not bad. i get on the plane, immediately the pilot says there’s a thunderstorm in denver (layover) and it will be all bumpy. whatever though it was not bad. the flight back on the other hand….but i get ahead of myself.

tuesday night i got in, jason and i collapsed on my bed in the porn filled uncle/aunt room on the third floor of spooky house next door (by considerable distance of some miles) to the spooky brook golf course, and “talked” for like 3 hours. ha ha. just kidding. we really did just talk.

wednesday, jason went to work from like 2-6 and i bummed around reading and watching porn/a knight’s tale. immediately upon jason’s return we ran over to borders and bought the family guy on dvd. and then stole one of those sticky plastic ads for harry potter and the chamber of secrets off the door. jason did that. fucking klepto. admittedly i put him up to it. and then we went to the MALL. and ate in the FOOD COURT. and saw bulletproof monk. hwee.

thursday he went to work again and i did the same thing again as above. but then when he came home we went and tried to find the spooky cemetery with the spooky dollhouse of lizzie eckel. no such luck. possibly one of the gravestones was hers, but the lettering on a lot of the ones still standing upright was kind of worn away. and there wasn’t any dollhouses there. depressing. fucking cretins.

but then we went to look for the egg-o-mat. and found a big pile of dirt. fucking developers.

and then we went out to dinner and watched more family guy.

friday, we went to the metropolitan museum of art, walked thru central park, out to dinner, and saw the play, ‘the play what i wrote.’ directed by kenneth branagh (no where did i see him at ny point) starring some british doods and the guy who does the voice of dobby the house elf in harry potter and the chamber of secrets and with a special guest star in the second act. our special guest star was JASON BIGGS!! ha ha ha ha!!! i was so fucking close to him! i could have touched him. at one point he almost kicked me in the head. he also smiled at me. right at me! jason biggs! and then he was in a dress and wig and being a cheerleader for robespierre and he chanted, “be aggressive!” and i almost lost it right there in the front row! jason biggs! it was funny because they were acting like it was going to be ian mckellen and jason and i were so excited but then it was jason biggs and i was still pretty fucking excited. as jason agreed, “at least it wasn’t roger moore.” a mechanical rat zoomed off the stage and into jason’s lap and he squealed like a girl at one point. the two main guys picked on me in the beginning and asked me to think of a number between 85 and 87. they spit on jason a bunch although i managed to avoid the spittle. it was fucking sweet. jason biggs. hot-to-tot-to-to!

saturday we drove all over new jersey looking at victorian book store houses, funny accoutrements, and hippies. we got serenaded in hippieville at phoenix books by some new age crazy woman. i bought an absurd amount of books (what else is new?) and we had tasty dinner on the canal at lili’s.

then we came back to the suburban desolation of jason’s relative’s colonial manor and went to see holes. before which there was a preview for pirates of the caribbean. holy crap. fucking sweet.

went to bed at 1, got up at 3:30, flew home from 6-10am with a 3 hour time difference. the first plane got surrounded by cop cars before leaving the terminal and two guys got taken off and then let back on because they were a case of mistaken identity. then the engine made funny noises and they had to change planes in chicago to continue on to kansas city. the second plane had wheel and door issues and i was forced to endure watching drumline again. fucking planes. fucking drumline. fucking still tired.

all in all i had a great trip. i hung out with jason, i came THIS CLOSE to being kicked in the face by jason biggs, i bought books, i watched lots of family guy, and i survived all the flights. i have lots of pictures, which i will be putting up today after work when i get home. so check back on that later.

i just got called a “bloody star” by this british boy i’ve been emailing with. it’s sort of poetic in a disgusting way, right? but really he meant it in the ‘thanks you’re awesome’ kind of way on receipt of a favor. whatever. either way i am some brit’s bloody star. and that has got to count for something.

so i am absolutely terrified right now. the flight back from SD was horrific with the turbulence which has once again reacquainted me (not that i had forgotten it) with my fear of flying. i hate flying. hate it. the fact that i am willingly getting on another plane (two with the connection) today is insane. i am a bundle of little nerves going yip-yip like a small irritating dog.

i have been scared of planes for so long and even though i can’t remember where i was going the first time i realized, i remember being at the oakland airport with my parents walking across the long term parking lot to the shuttle stop and just becoming completely aware of the ground beneath my feet. the ground which potentially i could see a huge mass of death-trap metal with me inside of it scree-whistling down to explode in a big energy boom. haven’t been able to fly with an unconcerned air since that day. i get on the plane and sit nervously. i peer out the window during take off making sure the wing on my side doesn’t immediately fall off. during turbulence i clutch things. and at the end i give a huge sigh of relief at still being alive.

so even though i am over-exuberantly happy to be going to see jason. i’ll only be able to be happy as long as i survive the trip.

in other fun related news. family guy came out on dvd for sale today. and on that note, “go back to your rice paddies, mulan!”

holy crap there’s this cute pierced tattooed boy installing a bookcase in my office right now. huge fucking holes in his ears. tons of tattoos. this is awesome. and they think i’m something to be ashamed of. ho ho ho.

i just bought new anime from ebay on my mom’s paypal account for absolutely no good reason at all. i am a fucking spendthrift. i got witch hunter robin and my beautiful girl, mari. just in case you care. you know you care. i know you totally don’t care.