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1.2.99 (11:56 pm, seoul)
i am not a happy squash. i am a perturbed rutabaga who damn-damn wishes
she was back in the states. a disgruntled root vegetable who is mightly
tired of this alter-ego that appears in the face of foreign language. a
bower and scraper, a smiler and nodder. my anger is thinner these days,
but it comes, oh it still comes.
i am not pmsing.
things NOT TO SAY to a flatulent annie(what. if you ate the
approximate
weight of three cows in grilled beef in as many days, you'd be flatulent
too)
-
do you like america better or do you like korea better?
- you don't understand what i'm saying do you?
- why you look like you're in 6th grade! my daughter is fourteen and not
only is she taller than you, she looks a lot more mature than you.
last seen pushing a pushpop at: mole
1.1.99 (10:08,
seoul)
last seen doing the running man at: bloop; medianstrip ; and chopigami
after systematically working my way outsides in to the middle-end of the
cybergrrls link
list i feel like i've made my acquaintance of most of the web-literate,
navel-gazing as-am women out there. which makes my paltry endeavor seem
even more paltry. so in the interest of the new year, salvaging pride and
avoiding anymore time spent looking at such page-turners like 'state and
society in contemporary korea' a-htmling we a-go! the best to you and
yours.
12.31.98 (10:55 pm, seoul) last seen ogling: malinchista'n'crew
last seen reading: medic(a surprisingly pepperupper of a memoir by a us
health-type-guy (love the grasp of language, the descriptive prowess, the,
uh, vivid imagery, annie-foo) who spent time in japan and korea. not an
asshole. refreshing)
hell is a korean supermarket.
thousands of people
with no sense of personal space swinging cabbage and toting children.
let's not even get into the parking scene. i'll sing america the beautiful
thirty
times if you just give me 5 acres of amber waves of grain. also. who let
it become an hour from 1999? who said this was OK? even if i insist on my
NYCcentric time, that only buys me 14 more hours. some station is s'posed
to play 1999 all 24 hours. i guess not every year gets it own song -
though somehow i doubt college students all across america were feversihly
reading 1984 when the clock struck zero. then again, what do i know. i was
six.
merry new year. what's your resolution?
12.29.98
(10:34 pm, seoul)
last seen lurking at: inscrutable me and halfempty
last seen reading: 2 years worth of Harpers and a linguistics textbook
i've been writing in guestbooks lately. small snippets that are supposed
to intrigue and lead to a click click that will lead to here. which is
silly because my homepage sucks. anyway, to misuse a word, it's axiomatic
that i'm going to vacate here soon. the pissed-as-shit christine put it
well - why do an online journal if being online makes you lie?
12.28.98 (9:16 pm, seoul)
been mousing thru paperson and
thinking about how political a person is allowed to be before they become
a call-to-arms on two feet. which isn't necessarily bad. about the point
of online journals and whether anonymity is something i want (obviously i
didn't...there's even my old phone number from last year if you scrounge
around long enough, but don't go messing with the new tenants) i guess i'm
preparing to move my wee web presence after the big G happens in may. and
the thought of a graveyard of spat-up paragraphs on the largely immobile
life of an ivy league malcontent is disturbing. i'm so damn ambivalent
about this journal thing! joan didion's 'form' of the journal, the
private, incoherent collection of sentence fragments and other mind-blips,
that's the kind i'm good at. well-structured, point-full, for public
consumption journal i haven't learned how to do yet. so i have a feeling
this will become a stringing together of sites i've been grooking and
things i've been reading. which i can't imagine being all that
interesting. then again, i can't imagine extensive descriptions of my
pending life in the library will be particulary thrilling. like i've been
saying to folks, i gotta become the yalie i hate, in order to become not a
yalie.
i know i know. christmas is over. even on the other
side
of the date line.
but the norad santa-tracking site
sheds new light on, on, on something. go see the latest in modern military
equipment prove that santa really does exist
sometime-soon-i-swear-reading-list-no-1: the design of everyday things by
donald a norman; beggars in spain by nancy kress, life outside (can't read
my scribble) by michelangelo signorile; naked states by spencer tunick
(photography); more things (ceci n'est pas un titre) written by courtney
weaver, man eating bugs: the art and science of eating bugs by peter
menzel and faith d'alvisio; and how to play in traffic by penn and teller.
i guess this is where i provide you with a link to amazon and tell you to
buy things so they'll give me commission. uh. go look at booktraders.
tired
12.27.98 (5:00 pm, seoul)
i didn't bring enough cds to this popdancyfied place so i've been hanging
out at cdnow listening to those 30 second clips. also been listening to
the cd that came included with my drumhiphop book in the hopes that a
decent sense of rhythm can be acquired thru diffusion. and if i really
think about what the previous two sentences say about me and music i'd get
embarrassed. sumbuddy send me a mix tape plis.
worthwhile web endeavor for the disposable age: the dead media handbook
12.26.98 (9:17 pm, seoul)
i changed my first diaper today. there. do i need to add anymore than
that? yes? how about another TPQ of the undefined time period:-
reality is a collective hunch (lily tomlin)
12.25.98 (10:34 pm, seoul)
kudos to life in a not-really christian nation....there is actually
something to do this fine day. 2 years ago in lima i think we tried to go
out to eat, failed since all was shuttered and festive, and ultimately
found ourselves at the movies(smart folks) with everyone else who was
tired of gathering 'round pianos and popping the bubble wrap that came
with their third alarm clock. anyway. i lied about the gastro-check, i'll
put ones in here when inspired, but otherwise i'll spare you the
blow-by-blow. go
julie-shi for moral support! go
salon for providing TPQ of the undefined time period:
- I am for U.S. government Inspected art, grade A art, Regular
Price art, Yellow Ripe art, Extra Fancy art, Ready-to-Eat art,
Best-for-Less art, Ready-to-Cook art, Fully Cleaned art, Spend Less art,
Eat Better art, Ham art, Pork art, chicken art, tomato art, banana art,
apple art, turkey art, cake art, cookie art. (Claes Oldenburg, yup he did
the morse lipstick)
12.24.98 (5:16 pm,
seoul)
bought guppies! three of them! and everyone needs to read mr. blue because who
doesn't write and who doesn't love.
12.23.98 (9:04 pm, seoul)
as a *learning* experience i trekked my pale self to kang-nam and a seoul
natl u grad student pah-tee. i'm big on learning experiences these days.
shabby quark-ing. half-assed web-ing. my drums. learning's all good but
what happened to MASTERING?
anyway some small truth-bone told me it's worse than hypocritical to dog
on a
country i see only from the outside. i think my korean got a little
better. i
ate pools and pools of a swiss (from, not the holey kind strange folk like
to put on sandwiches better served by pepper jack) cheese fondue and got
more confirmation that real people don't stand in circles. they sit in
them. back in the day of h. summer school, i used to say i had three
cardinal rules.- never smoke
- never sleep before 3 am
- and
never stand in circles
new item. section. whatever. if i get the knowhow that m (outfit check -
what are YOU wearing today?) has i might ask
for input. i guess that would require visitors too. anyway, a shameless
ripoff in a not necessarily obvious way. gastro-intestinal check (i bet mom will bookmark this
one....)
12.22.98 (5:58 pm, seoul)
sitting in a foreign country with too much research to do, no wheels, and
no friends. and somehow that's for the best. i've channeled brain time to
finding a life on the internet.
funny enough, i haven't figured how to write for the internet. this
int'l connection is funky, and my defense still up. look at marking time
for con queso annie-style.
12.21.98
fresh start. screw waiting for new year's, i'm making a winter equinox
proposal. i keep
killing my web journal cuz i get embarrassed, or it gets unwieldy, or just
plain stupid, and then starting it up again because the exhibitionist in
me won't shuddup. so here it is again. version 3.0beta. because i have
loud-mouthed dreams of photoshop wonderland.
if you must. this is the last one