electronic impulses from brain to fingers; directed? sometimes. random? always.
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Chinkie for life.
NorCal for life.
Bruin for life.
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Saturday, July 20, 2002
"You are quite the scoundrel!"
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"I find that people that are good dancers make good imitations and impressions of people." a friend made this point, just as I was making hand gestures to imitate this new person I met.
"You are quite the scoundrel!" [while shaking fist high in the air], I mocked.
"You better watch it!" [while shaking fist higher in the air], she indignantly responded.
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fobbiness, good-natured fun, down to earth, corny witty, funny character quirks are words that come to mind.
doobin @ 4:04 AM
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
love is being a bird in a cage.
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how many thoughts rage around in my head as I try to study for a midterm?
too
damn
many
and when do thoughts become viable to be blog worthy? sometimes I don't think some are worth typing. but if this really is for me, then it shouldn't matter. but since it does matter, then obviously I think of an audience beyond myself. but what the fuck do i care, i have this space and its all mine; i can do whatever i want eh?
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love is being a bird in a cage.
flying free in open space, liberated beyond constraints, yet encased in conscious entrapment.
go-go dancers became an icon that represented early 1960's young girls in the same way; dancing free in their newfound liberation of the heart -- nearing sexual freedom. They danced on their own terms and flew to their own rhythms, yet were still caged, prisoned within their sexual ambiguity and insecure acceptance of desire. like sexually charged birds they were.
someday I wish to have a cage with a bird in it, to sing and fly in its restrained satisfaction. and I also wish to have a cage with a girl in it. go-go boots, whatever. and have her shake her ass for papa, wooo! maybe they'll be in the same cage, the go-go girl and the bird. maybe...
you best know that I'll release them both one day... like the Beatles released women from the captivity of their social non-sexual views and turned them into screaming banshees and amazonian barbarians of sexual outpouring. you best know I'll do that. yup.
doobin @ 7:16 AM
im not REALLY into superstitions and the devil and all the unholy shit...
but my gas bill for the last month is six dollars and sixty six cents. thats six hundred and sixty six cents!
yeah, and you don't see me writing the numbers now do you. hmm and I said I wasn't superstitious. well, it was just funny to me is all.
blast, i hope we don't blow up here.
doobin @ 1:51 AM
Monday, July 15, 2002
Gone are the days where we write for the sake of writing, for the sake of therepeutical activity for the mind, for the sake of creating a world with words.
Left are the days where we write because we have an audience, because we have someone to direct something at, because we cater to the whims of the masses and give them what they want to hear/read/see, which, in many cases, is something we are not.
well, not really, but for the sake of starting an argument, its kinda true.
anyway, going on that, sometimes I don't know if I write because i want to write, or write because I want to tell someone something. but i guess it shouldn't matter, because I end up talking for the sake of talking sometimes, so direct analogy = its whatever. but I get annoyed by people who yammer. [shrug]
i hope ducky is a happy one and having fun and eating enough rations.
doobin @ 6:16 PM
Sunday, July 14, 2002
Chop Suey: As American as Apple Pie.
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Did you know that the idea of apple pie was actually imported from the UK? yeah, so rethink that statement.
As part of a History Channel special titled "American Eats," American foods were spotlit, having their histories told, including all relevant significance to the world at the time. This includes sandwiches (the name coming from an English Duke of Sandwiche, using two pieces of bread with meat in the middle so as not to get his cards dirty during poker), ice cream, barbeque ribs, and Chop suey.
Even the History Channel went so far as to say that while Chinese food is exotic, most familiar dishes are more products of America than China. Take chop suey for example, which gained notoriety during the SF gold rush. Chinese workers, capitalizing on the market for restaurants, opened many and catered to American tastes. the first appearance of it came when workers came into a restaurant after hours, hungry but willing to pa.; the cook, realizing he had no food left, took scraps here and there, poured that and a gravy over rice, and served it to them. literally scraps. from then on the idea of an exotic food took the area by storm. but as exotic as people thought, it was still chop suey. It wasn't until Nixon opened relations with China that Shanghai and Szechaun restaurants opened up, making chop suey places somewhat obsolete, that American's got a taste for exotic cuisine. also, the fortune cookie was really a product of American ingenuity.
I wasn't paying attention for some of the rest, enough to catch ice cream though, and its rise to fame through soda fountain shops. the combination of soda water and ice cream hit buttons when clergymen started denouncing it as an infidelic substance (comparable to alcohol) and banned its consumption on Sundays. Its popularity skyrocketed during prohibition, as barflys needed new places to chill, hence soda fountains, or converted bars-turned ice cream parlors.
Also caught history of chocolate, originally from Cacau, a seed from fruit in South America. once fermented, ground, and mixed, cacau became a very sweet substance known now as chocolate. it was originally a high profile item, usually mixed with water for a king to drink. given to Spanish who thought it cured medical ailments. silly Spaniards. blahblah Ghirardelli became the SF great, then Hershey took over the country with his nickel bars and various chocolate. what to say but this guy made bank of choco. Hershey was heralded as the Henry Ford of chocolate, for his automation of chocolate creation.
yeah thats enough. time to either eat, sleep, smoke, play more XvT, or all the above. in no particular order. but sleep is good.
damn i can't believe its Sunday already.
doobin @ 4:14 AM
why the hell was i up so damn early!
ever get woken up by the pounding inside your head?
well thanks to a grand night of loosey goosey drinking fun, courtesy of Natasha's and Michelle's birthday (7/16 and 7/26), my (slight)hangover promptly woke me at 7am, where I found myself fully clothed and laying on the sofa. I remember chilling out, winding down, eating a McChicken and watching late nite TV... I guess I didn't bother to get to the bed. In all honesty though, my couch is probably the most comfortable spot in the place, by FAR. "THE Ikea sofa," is so damn comfortable; I sink into the cushions and rest my head on the end... I would actually rather sleep there than on the crappy mattress i have.
"aw it looks like a homeless shelter in here" commented one of my friends when she saw my room. thats a sign that I need to get a real bed and boxspring soon. and a desk, so we can use the dining table for its intended purpose.
this day went to nothingness. nothingness with a big swab of Xwing vs Tie Fighter -- THE best flight shooter game -- a whole lotta TV, and bit of living room dancing. hoo ah!
i am pitiful that i actually mention a highlight of TV today, but I embrace that fact in order to share my experiences. I caught a Michael Jackson Marathon Weekend on VH1 today. all day, they replayed a long long segment on his career and impact on music, pop culture, but mostly on music television.
Did you know that MJ was a Jehova's Witness? and thats why he decided to put a Disclaimer on the Thriller video disavowing his connection with the occult.
The original video was 14 minutes long. I got to see the full Smooth Criminal video, and that sucker was so long it had comercial breaks. but a grand piece in its entireity. and yea did I get inspired by this amazing dancer. such mad respect for MJ, he blended so many styles into his own, and his choreography and approach in each video was truly impressive. as if you didn't know this already.
i'm trying to get that one six man gliding bit in Smooth Criminal down, right after the Lean. you know the Lean... but yeah, I love watching Michael Jackson vids. all the dancing is original and fresh, even by todays standards (minus influence of breaking).
doobin @ 3:52 AM
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