• mini mi: October 2006

    Sunday, October 29, 2006

    the kid table

    i'm too short for my desk. i keep meaning to buy a taller chair but never quite get around to it. today, i got fed up with not being able to reach this keyboard and found some phonebooks. i'm sitting on them now, and i must say -- the world looks good from up here.

    skin deep

    my spelling has become an embarrassment, and i think everything needs a hyphen. this could be a result of my master's program, because in folklore we're all about isolated cultures meeting modernity, modernity defining "the folk," hybridity, cultural integrity, and the consistently contemporary nature of the past. all folkloric events are events in the margins of history. right. thus, the hyphens.
    honestly, it all makes very little sense to me. i'm trying, these days, to get underneath the words. and in the effort, the words have followed me into my dreams. i'm not sure what the anxiety is, but it's very palpable. there is always, in my dreams, a panic of violence -- of people enacting unseen atrocities towards other peoples, emphasis on "unseen." while asleep, i see people fighting over jazz as if it were a plot of land and walt disney stealing grimm's fairy tales. i also see the children who watched disney growing up grow up to realize that there is no single evil to vanquish and no castle in the sky. and it's like watching the re-death of santa clause, but worse. when i wake up, i feel helpless. and scared, i'm always scared.
    there are always faces across a table -- there is a man arguing that rock n' roll was a black man's creation, "you only think of it as a white man's sound because that was the face that sold the records" (circa 1950's), and then there is another who replies, "yes, that was wrong. but times have changed and haven't we made contributions since then?" then there is the liberal idea of forgetting; it's time to forget, time to move on and reconcile. let us be a color-blind society. and then there is the backlash, "what do you mean forget? you never remembered us to begin with, and color-blind is just another word for white."
    and somewhere in there, there are the voices that are not black or white but something else entirely, though, of course, then you have to ask if a voice has a color at all. what happens when a chinese girl decides to dance salsa? nothing. she's just dancing. but that's also what elvis said.
    he said he was just playing music, whatever came naturally to him. but history reads him differently. he stole chuck berry's knees. he stole big mama thorton's hound dog blues. he was a white man, said his producer, who had a black sound, and that made them a million dollars (though according to NPR, kurt cobain is now the highest grossing dead musician. sorry elvis.) the question teachers like to ask in class is "what is our responsibility?" i want to know what that question means.
    for myself and for now, i think i have the fortunate misfortune of just not being particularly good at what i do. because obviously it's not a problem until somebody notices. mediocrity unite.

    Tuesday, October 24, 2006

    quote of the day, "yeah, I knew you were depressed, because you've been writing about food."

    JoieTang: anyway, i don't meet boys
    JoieTang: because i'm too busy eating
    jowithani: i'm too busy sewing
    jowithani: or dancing
    jowithani: or doing other girly activities
    JoieTang: well, at least you're active
    JoieTang: you've got me beat
    JoieTang: though if i ever do meet a dude
    JoieTang: i will have one powerful set of jowels
    jowithani: HA

    Monday, October 16, 2006

    form and function

    recently, i have become a fan of formalism. formalism, loosely defined, is a method of criticism that advocates for intratextual analysis as opposed to intertextual conversation. it's criticized because it is considered ahistorical, not socially or culturally conscious, etc. be that as it may, for me there is still something about looking closely at an individual text -- something to a well-placed line break and the resultant questions of why. why did the author choose to break the line there? what was the desired effect? did the author succeed?
    i suppose these days, i wonder a great deal about form. what form is most appropriate for this apology; what method should i use to convey gratitude? how do i express sadness without self-pity? once upon a time, i'm sure i would have considered such formulations to be manipulative. but as i grow older, i find them to be exactly the opposite.

    Sunday, October 15, 2006

    off record

    i don't remember when it was, but i was walking to school one morning and looked to my left. on the sidewalk was a homeless woman in a sleeping bag. she was propped up on her stomach and leaning on her right elbow, because her left hand was darting in and out of a casserole. as she ate, she half-covered the dish with a newspaper, as if to house it from the drizzle, or maybe she had been hiding it. i don't know. how could i possibly understand the function of a wet newspaper draped over a casserole being eaten by hand while lying on a sidewalk on a gray october day?
    but i will hazard that, on some days, i feel as though i understand. on those days i feel that i could fall out of love with life, lie down and never get back up. and if that happened, then i would be that woman on the sidewalk. it would be so easy.

    Monday, October 02, 2006

    theoretically speaking

    today i ate 4 slices of pizza, a large green salad, 2 apples, 12 oz. of yogurt, 3 pita pockets filled with tuna salad, a hunk of leftover pork chop, a bag of wasabi soynuts, 1 grapefruit, a bowl of kimchi fried rice, a bowl of pork and tofu soup, and 20 double chocolate maltballs.
    i'm writing my first theory paper.