get thee to a nunnery!

Mandatory karate post (every once and awhile.)

I don't think that I've had a slurpee in a number of years and now I want one. To be honest with you, I think I forgot about their existence. With the McCann's here we used to go to the 7-11 all of the time, but now I just wait in the car while other people go in and get their miscallaneous items. That's neither here nor there, however, because now I am royally confused. I tie my belt my way! It doesn't feel loose the way I do it, the tape is on the right side, etc. It is very odd, as an ik-kyu, to have someone tying my belt for me. (It's probably weirder as a black belt.) We spent 20 minutes in class tying our belts this evening. It was remarkable. ;) *coughsarcasmcough*
      It is always strange not being at class for a longer stretch of time. Generally, I don't miss every class in a week. Almost always, I'm at one class if not both (sometimes all three, but then I do have a great deal of make up to do... vicious cycle, this.) Not being at class for two weeks during summer (as in, not the Christmas/New Year break) is going to be very strange. Especially now. Not that it wouldn't have been weird last year... but y'know. I don't even know why I'm writing this, but it struck me as something I had to do. Either way, ciao! July 13-25.
three words.

Boredom owns.

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

× I miss somebody right now. I don't watch much TV these days.  (mostly it's shit, anyway.) I own lots of books.  (and feel bad because i haven't read them all.)
× I wear glasses or contact lenses. × I love to play video games. × I've tried marijuana.
× I've watched porn movies. × I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. × I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse sometimes.  (actually, a lot.) I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. × I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
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belle of the bullshit.

Literature meme.

What are your five favorite books, and how have they influenced you?

1. The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer-Bradley - this always made me feel real, for some reason. It's remarkably odd. The earthen-ness of this book has always felt so much more natural to me than computers, iPods, cellphones have made me feel. This has influenced me in a creative fashion because of the fullness of the story, how so much is revealed but not revealed. And in a personal way because it has always been apart of my life; my mother read it to me when I was very young.
2. The Godfather, Mario Puzo - this is actually the most recent book that I've read, so I'm not sure how it will affect me. However, there is a mastery in Puzo's creative voice. He tells you what's going to happen, so you're prepared for the emotional blow of certain deaths. But he also keeps you in the dark with some of the most important parts of the plot. Also, the masculinity. While the above book is matriarchy, this is clearly patriarchy. It's interesting.
3. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen - I love this story. It's corny, it's predictable, I know. I don't care. Mr. Darcy is a really cool character and always will be. He's a quiet aristocrat who is in love with a shrewish woman well below his birth. Madness and wit ensues. Nothing too serious, but has some really wonderful moments. This hasn't necessarily influenced me in anyway, but it has made me want to write about a couple of such passionate disagreement (see, Much Ado About Nothing.)
4. Wicked, Gregory MacGuire - The musical brings me great pain. This book, however, explores both the good and evil parts of Elphaba's psyche. It's never clear whether she is a good witch or a bad witch (like how in The Wizard of Oz, she's a bad witch; in Wicked (the musical), she's a good witch.) This has definitely influenced me creatively in that I try not to paint any character as good or bad. There always is a grey area. Though, I will say, none of them have ever committed murder.
5. Fight Club, Chuck Palaniuk - Distinctively masculine and very well written. It's honest, it's brutal, that's always great. There's almost something like an omerta in it (the first two rules of fight club.)

What about you people? Just curious.
and after before.

Post 2006 karate camp.

I'm pretty scared. Fuck that, I'm very scared. We drive home and Sussex County looks different to me; I'm seeing things that I never saw before, and that sounds totally irrational but it's true. Everything has shifted, a higher plane of existence. I am very, very old. Everything is in motion and there is nothing I can do to change any of it -- not that I want to change any of it, I just feel so powerless. This is all not real. Please don't comment with anything inspirational, oh you can do it, blahblahblah. I know all of that, I know that in the end I have the capacity and the strength. I GET THAT. Truly. Everything is happening now. The things for which I have been waiting are arriving. Time is an astonishing thing.
and after before.

From life_disguised.

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.

1. The Boy in the Bubble, Paul Simon
2. Seek Up (live), Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds
3. Migra, Santana
4. Romeo and Juliet, Brown Derbies
5. Mad Girl's Love Song, Fisher (Sylvia Plath put to music, it's pretty cool.)
6. Somewhere Across Forever, Stellastarr*
7. My First Lover, Gillian Welch

tag: anyone who wants to be it, you're hit!
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get thee to a nunnery!

This is a major achievement, I daresay.

Having had no sleep in over 24 hours, one cup of tea, a couple sips of coffee with sugar and cream, and 3/4 of a plain bagel with cream cheese, I sat through and understood Tom Stoppard's, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. All three hours of it. I did not read the play prior to seeing it, though I have done a tremendous amount of work on Hamlet, as I have repeatedly said. But what do I have to say for myself? HEADS!

(The actors rehearsed for only ONE MONTH and have started performing it. It is awe-inspiring.)
and after before.

Oh, hi.

Considering as I very, very rarely post (though I do read and comment every now and again, I promise) I still have very little to say. Lots of things have happened (19 days to karate camp, 38 to Italy, I think), but nothing that I could gloss up and make interesting for an entry. It's either raining here or ungodly hot, so that's been messing with everyone. Actually, everything has been messing with everyone. Over the past two weeks, I ended up taking ten rolls of film. I am really quite numb, right now, and I'm totally drained from the past several months. It's really kind of frightening to think that everything is coming up very, very fast. This is all. Sorry for such an uneventful post.
in brave sunlight.

Martha, my love.

Every page of my notebook has blue veins, a silver-y skeleton, and white blood cells. I use mechanical pencils because anything else makes my handwriting look like shit. There is no backspace key while using long-hand, but I am so obsessive-compulsive that my erasers may as well be that key on a few seconds delay. An electronic dictionary fixes up my spelling, and my proof-reading skills cleans up any questionable grammar. Generally, when writing out so slowly, there are very few mistakes. Though, I will say that I use a thesaurus because they are far too much fun. My notebook, scrap paper, and otherwise, is all very neat and organized. My speech about Orson Welles' Mercury Theatre production of War of the Worlds is plotted out neatly, point-by-point, followed by quick facts such as H.G. Welles and 1938.
      The annoying aspect of my personality is the fact that some things will contradict my better judgment. I like people (I'm an extrovert), but they are tedious and horrible and I hate them, sometimes. You modify your public vocabulary because it was annoying, and then people treat you like you are inferior. But, I must be honest, my disdain is not for people but for the people specifically of my generation. Why, do you ask? Education. Plain and simple. The public educational system puts people in this box of do-not-think-outside; even if you have potential you must squelch it or we will repress you into a black hole. All academia seems to be, at this point, is people's view of their own intelligence and helping others to see how smart they are. Getting an A does not indicate that you are intelligent, it indicates that you are very good at taking certain tests in very narrow subjects. I know people who are intelligent who have shit grades, and people, who proclaim themselves to be stupid, get straight As. I'm sorry, but I don't think you're as intelligent as you thought if you're in that company.
      Creativity and intelligence are not intrinsically bound together. People do not seem to realize that simply because you do not understand something, it is not good. Also, they do not seem to see that simply because it is good in class, does not mean that you are creative. But, to be perfectly honest, I think a lot of people who say that they are artistic are full of shit. I'm an elitist, I will not tell a lie (on this matter.) Whatever gives me the right to say that can be argued, feel free. But, I know that a lot of teachers in the public educational system prefer certain students over others, no matter how quality their work is over another's. For example, why do girls do so much better in school? Because girls know how to sit still as opposed to boys, who are not always capable of such. Does this mean that a girl is more intelligent than a boy? Does that mean that the girl put in more hours of work for a certain project than a boy? No, not always.
      I guess, if you want the synopsis of what I just said: The public educational system is bullshit and they are giving kids a false sense of intelligence; and, simply because you do art does not mean that you are an artist. Actually, the majority of academia is bullshit. Or all of it. However, I see the point in college because 1) you have a degree and then, in our society, can make more money and 2) it gets you away from your natural habitat, in most instances. But, Christ, I think this country is in for a lot of problems when my generation comes of age, in full.