• mini mi: December 2006

    Tuesday, December 12, 2006

    more from the world of AIM

    JoieTang: i'm sort of feeling bleak today
    JoieTang: i apologize if you can smell the sour grapes
    Rated NC 82: i thought it was a fine cabernet
    JoieTang: that is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me
    Rated NC 82: lies!
    Rated NC 82: what about the time i called you sugar bottoms?

    Monday, December 11, 2006

    paper updates

    JoieTang: I made it to page 7
    jelaka85: oh sweet
    jelaka85: you are totally kicking that paper's ass
    JoieTang: actually it's kicking mine
    JoieTang: i hurt from sitting for so long
    jelaka85: squat?
    JoieTang: i'm kneeling now

    anything for food

    JoieTang: i've become an angry person
    JoieTang: angry, hungry, and lazy, but primarily angry
    jelaka85: but you're always so happy
    JoieTang: well, i find my current state of wretchedness incredibly amusing. maybe i should do stand-up comedy
    JoieTang: but my material would only be inside jokes, so no one would get it. and i would get booed off the stage
    JoieTang: but if they threw food at me, then i could eat
    JoieTang: which would rock
    JoieTang: i'm posting this somewhere
    jelaka85: hahaha

    Saturday, December 09, 2006

    frayed

    the term, in the infinitive, is "to intellectualize." i have the capacity to intellectualize my emotions, and i do so because it enables me to act responsibly. it has served me well thus far. but now i find that i'm starting to get numb at the edges. and it scares me.

    Friday, December 08, 2006

    three little words

    i'm so tired.

    Monday, December 04, 2006

    jose cruz

    i am sitting in the folklore archives. my phone rings. a teacher from lee high school tells me that jose cruz, an ex-student, has just passed the English TAKS. i literally RUN out of the building, and as soon as i am outside, i scream.

    i take no credit for his success, but i'm nonetheless overwhelmed. someone i love has just reached the summit of his personal mount everest. congratulations, jose.

    Sunday, December 03, 2006

    anti what?

    i have a friend who constantly makes fun of god. recently, i've begun to wonder about this, because if he doesn't believe in god, why does he spend so much time making fun him/her? doesn't the reference assume existence? i think yes, unless he's actually ridiculing the people who believe, which would include myself, and i'm not sure that's particularly friendly.

    it's not that i don't find religion funny. i think it is -- hysterically contradictory and hopelessly flawed. elton john might have the right idea in fact. ban religion; it's such a useless source of conflict. still, i will err on the side of flippant, ignore religiously inspired wars, and say that without idiot believers, certain people would have no comic material. and while many have conceived of a world without god, i don't think anyone has yet conceived of a world without humor.

    room with a view

    i live in a very small room with a very big window. actually, the window is a sliding door that comprises the entire fourth wall of my room. at the moment, the vertical blinds are drawn against the sun, but i've opened the door so that the breeze makes them shudder.

    Friday, December 01, 2006

    drugs of choice

    i practice avoidance therapy. on thursday night, i suggest to myself that maybe i will wake up and use the morning to run and to study, all the while knowing that this will not happen. when my alarm goes off on friday morning, i will listen to npr for an hour and a half. then i will roll out of bed, turn on my computer, and proceed to watch all of my thursday night television on abc.com. i will watch two shows back to back -- ugly betty and grey's anatomy. and when i'm done, i will feel better.

    people talk about self-medicating with various things. the other night, a friend wrote that she had chosen to "self-medicate with sushi." a boy i once knew told me that beer was his "drug of choice." a few weeks ago my sister called me from a bookstore because she had "read all of the harry potter books" and what was she going to do now? she needed to know, what other book would facilitate catharsis?

    sushi, beer, harry potter, ugly betty and grey's anatomy on a friday morning. i'm not sure if such actions are meaningful, but maybe they're necessary. my mother once asked me why i studied stories when there were other, more useful disciplines. first off, i don't think i ever truly studied stories, per se. but more to the point, i wish that i had, because they have been endlessly useful to me.