Nyotaimori

so far today i have received two extraordinarily religious closings by email. one was a forward which ended in “If you delete this, it’s okay: God’s Love Is Not Dependent On E-Mail.” (i left the extremely delightful punctuation as written.) the other was an email which instead of “Sincerely,” or something equally humdrum/professional said, “Yours in Christ,”.

i am distressed by this 1) because WHY is god’s love not based on email? and 2) *IN* christ? why would i want to be *IN* him? i could maybe understand/grasp the physiological possiblity of being with the email-dood in the worship of christ, or basking in the love of christ. but just inside his innards? that’s just not ok. and also gross. do you ever think that maybe this world is just like god’s colon or something and then i guess it would make sense. or not. and why the colon anyway? i don’t know.

also these two emails contradict sort of. the love of christ that i’m supposed to be sharing with the second guy is dependent on the email he sent me, after all. without the email we never would have connected. and in that horrid jim carey movie where he plays god after morgan freeman steps down, JC (HAH!) gets all these prayers by email from the believing world. i’m just saying…well, ok i don’t know what i’m saying because now i’m mostly just too delighted by jim carey’s initials.

is anyone interested in going to the japan center this coming sunday (4/25) to see the cherry blossom fesitval parade, eat tasty japanese food, and look at arts and crafts, costumes, martial arts, drummers, dancers?

more info here. or info about last year’s (which is far more informative and with pictures).

the food and looking/buying is from 11am-5pm. the parade is from 1-3pm. there’s some sort of live perfomance from 3-4pm.

(there’s also a queen pageant!)

quiet morning. wind whips a tattered sheet of fog thru the street. an asian tard galumphs to the corner, clutching a claw. he stabs the claw towards the ground and grins foolishly at the bit of paper caught between its tines. five more asain tards wander semi-purposefully up behind him. one of whom has a garbage bag to which the first tard triumphantly carries his bit of trash. six or so more orbit the group restlessly, all have claws, all are bent on one purpose–civic minded duty. not a piece of trash on clement street will be safe for asian tards are on patrol, and before the day is out no doubt the street will be spotless.

last year when i wrote you a happy birthday message, i told you we had to go skinny dipping in hawaii before you were another year older. we still haven’t gone. i’m disappointed in us now. maybe we can go in the ozark lakes when we reach them while driving cross-country. hur hur hur.

so kimmy kim, i have known you since the sixth grade when you were a wee little midget girl with extremely long hair. once in middle school i remember going to a (i’m assuming it was a birthday) party at your old house in phill before you moved and we played with a ouija board. the main questions which were asked were, “on a scale of 1-10, how pretty am i?” and then someone would go in the bathroom and we’d ask, “how many fingers are they holding up?” so on the one hand we have vanity and on the other we have paranormal scientific research. i think we’ve managed to (somewhat) cast aside our adolescent image obsession, but you are still an amazing scientist and i am so happy for you to get to go to grad school in philadelphia. (also so happy for me to get to drive across the entire freaking continent with you to reach philadelphia. road trip!)

happy birthday!

they’re bringing family guy back with 22 new episodes in 2005! because the dvds sold so well! this is brilliant!

(thanks to long-hai for initially informing me of this yesterday.)

the rest of the pictures from the sushi party are up. you will perhaps remember the one previously posted of jason in a shockingly pink shirt.

also up now are pictures from my birthday where we played a murder mystery game set in buttfuck egypt. i played two characters poorly, jason gave away all his secrets to anyone who would listen, and jacob died. it was all very traumatic, but great fun. and i want to belatedly thank everyone again for coming and give special thanks to dianna and jacob whose presents arrived post-party and made me so delighted i could barely speak, (books. from my wishlist. including the devil’s dictionary (ha ha ha!) and confessions of a teenage drama queen which i adored and consequently went to the movie and was biased against it.) thank you thank you everybody!

p.s. nuala, that “grow your own boyfriend” you gave me. well he grew….deformed! one leg was incredibly short. and that was not the appendage i put in the deep fat frying pan either.

p.p.s. mmmm deep fat fried sushi….mmmm…..