Monday, May 30, 2005
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Sunday, May 29, 2005
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Dreams from this morning include wandering around Durham with a library science student acquaintence. Of course, it was really New Haven streets we were wandering on, and places I was pointing out to her were really in Asheville (like Malaprop's Books). But beyond what happened in the dream (we were just wandering around, after all), what was so utterly overpowering and overlaid was this sense of defeat. And it wasn't that I, in the dream, was unhappy or at a loss. We were perfectly happy walking around revisiting places I knew. But the dream itself, the consciousness viewing it, was unhappy.
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Saturday, May 28, 2005[Starbucks and Music]:
"For us," says Ken Lombard, president of Starbucks Entertainment, "it's always been about great music." He sounds like a press release when he speaks, especially when asked about selling more underground music: "We are expanding the genres and recognizing that our customers, who have given us permission to go beyond coffee, love music in a wide variety of genres..I make an effort to get my coffee fixes at local coffee places. But I'm also not the type to avoid Starbucks completely (like I avoid evil, evil Chick-fil-a). Just the other day, after leaving a local coffee shop down the block when it closed for the corner Starbucks, I was noticing the music available for purchase by the cash register. Frankly, I just don't understand the entrepreneurial spirit, what drives people to make money by selling people more and more stuff (more and more exclusively).
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Friday, May 27, 2005[Meshell Ndegéocello's] ["Hot Night"] (mp3 file, 5.1MB).
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I think I am going to settle into my comfy chair with [Batman: Hush, Vol. 1]. Then maybe I'll try to finish up Kafka's short story ["Investigations of a Dog"] and Joyce Carol Oates's [Sexy].
Reading! What a novelty!
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Probably won't last long because I'm not a fan of text over image backgrounds. Hard to read! But Giles insisted.
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
One thing I'm interested in exploring in the future is the emergence of Asian American (mainly male Korean American) comic book artist in the mainstream comics by Marvel and DC and other companies. It seems at once odd and somehow fitting that there is a slew of Asian American artists, writers, and producers who now helm various well-known comics (including Batman and X-Men), and yet there seems little acknowledgement of such a fact. Is there something here? I'd like just to point to these artists when, for the most part, people claim that there is no such thing as Asian American art or no Asian American artists. And can we talk about this emergence without trying to claim somehow that the comic book form is particularly attractive to Asian Americans or that their illustrations are particularly Asian American?
Here are just a few of these artists I've noticed:
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As police and firefighters were finishing their work there, a second cross burning was reported at 9:54 p.m. along South Roxboro Street, about a quarter-mile south of Martin Luther King Jr. Parkway. Someone had positioned the cross atop a large pile of dirt near an apartment complex construction site to the west of South Roxboro Street.Hmmm. I live somewhat near the site of this second cross burning. Creepy. The local papers have been quoting local leaders saying how shocked they are that we aren't beyond this kind of racial intimidation. Doesn't seem so strange to me given what I've seen. I wonder if I've overhead things that white people say about blacks not in the company of black people and vice versa because I'm neither black nor white....
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Wednesday, May 25, 2005[postcard secrets] are really funny. Some are really frightening. It's amazing how much despair you can convey in a few well-chosen words and images....
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005[Johnny Depp Starts Here by Murray Pomerance.] *spooge!*
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Sunday, May 22, 2005
A rare moment when Giles actually cuddled with me.
This is Rob quitting smoking.
Rob has been ignoring Giles and me today.
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#4. I am off to go see Othello. A lesbian production. Now I love me some Shakespeare. I also loves me some Lesbians. This has totally gotta rawk compared to seeing Menopause the Musical.[Rock.]
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Saturday, May 21, 2005[Kingdom of Loathing]. It's so cheeky.
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Madonna has been turned from Material Girl to African coffee trader to help a campaign to boost fair trade.
The amazing transformation is the result of hours of work by digital artists to morph Madge into real-life coffee trader Alivera Kilza.
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The head -- it's like, totally not centered. I just picked one of these up from my desk and was totally confused.
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Friday, May 20, 2005[Songs to Make Dogs Happy!] at the record store today. "WE ASKED THE ANIMALS! THIS IS WHAT THEY WANTED! 200 canines were queried as to their preferences in lyrical content and music type." Awesome. Listen to the real audio clips of the songs.
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Thursday, May 19, 2005[NCLR] today. Does this mean I'm official?
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005[Superman becomes Japanese!]
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Monday, May 16, 2005
At work, I've come across this wonderfully ambitious statement about a project which "explores the history of surgery over the past 6000 years from the neolithic period to the advent of scientific surgery in the 18th century." Heh. Can you tell this was not written by an historian?
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Sunday, May 15, 2005
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Saturday, May 14, 2005[The New Grad School Food Pyramid.]
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Friday, May 13, 2005
My boyfriend makes the most wonderful fridge poetry.
>> 8:45 AM
He is running around the apartment doing drive-by barkings at me right now.
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Thursday, May 12, 2005[Fowl Play on Highway]. From Joe. Ducks rule. The article's a bit stupid, talking about ducklings as delinquent minors. Har har.
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Wednesday, May 11, 2005
The illustration at the top of this page on [vegan substitutions] is great.
>> 11:18 PM
Strawberry cake fresh from the oven.
I must say I'm very unimpressed with how these pictures make food look -- probably a combination of low-res camera phone and fluorescent lighting in the kitchen. I'm having some ma-po-do-fu with rice and steamed bok choy for dinner.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005[NOW 2005 - Arabs NY, prepare for love. "Sleeping with the Enemy" is a multi-media seduction. With paintings, for love.] I want to see this.
>> 6:56 AM
Ha ha. Scadoodled from [33mhz].
>> 6:50 AM
My brief end-of-semester vacation has ended. My Mellon seminar starts in a couple of hours. I still have to do the reading and prepare a 5 minute presentation on my dissertation. Ah, procrastination. How I treasure you.
In other news, I must find a copy of [Kafka's story "Investigations of a Dog"].
‘The Investigations of a Dog’ is narrated by an old hound who has dedicated his life to the subject which has, since their earliest days, preoccuped dog-kind: food. More exactly, inquiring into the origins of food.
Kafka’s dogs do not perceive either men or women – although, for the reader, there is no doubt that men and women are invisibly there and are the most likely source of the food. This blindness is one of the main eccentricities of Kafka’s view of the dog view of the world. Even more eccentric is that his dogs, so far as we are shown, have no dominating sense of smell. When they wish to communicate, they don’t sniff, they bark; when they water the ground, it is not to spread news of their sexiness, but to bring forth food.
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Monday, May 09, 2005
Having a laugh with your alternate universe self is great.
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Sunday, May 08, 2005
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It was actually quite good (the colors in the photo don't make it look too appetizing, though). I'm waiting a bit now to eat a yummy French Silk Chocolate pie. I ate too much of the lasagne and broccoli....
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During his career West has initiated legislation to outlaw sexual contact between consenting teenagers; supported a bill that would have barred gays and lesbians from working for schools, day care centers and some state agencies; voted to define marriage as a union between a man and a woman; and, as Senate majority leader, allowed a bill that would ban discrimination against gays and lesbians to die in committee without a hearing, and threatened to veto a measure extending benefits to domestic partners of city employees.
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Saturday, May 07, 2005[This] is so fucked up. Phelps and crew are so going to burn in hell. The best part of all this, though, is how in The Laramie Project, there's this scene in which the characters turn their backs on the Phelps protesters with angel wings. Someone here should do the same.
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Today is Free Comic Book Day at your local comic book store!
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Friday, May 06, 2005[Kung Fu Hustle] was great. Go see it! It's got some good action sequences but is great really because of the humor and the shift in ethics about warrior life. (That is, if martial arts films, at least the ones imported to the US, usually are about vengeance or the triumph of good over evil by force -- even if the wise masters counsel non-violence, abstension from the use of force, and whatnot -- this movie offers a different sense of power and good.)
>> 4:58 PM
One of the things that has me really intrigued by Canadian literature and literary studies is a different relationship between critics and creative writers. There seems to be much less of an antagonism between literary criticism and creative writing as compared to the weird way that US literary critics distance themselves a lot from creative writers. My presentation at this conference was on poet Fred Wah's book of critical essays Faking It in a book series called "Writers as Critics." In my presentation, I tried to raise questions about the relationship of criticism to creative writing as well as the idea of autoethnography as it might be articulated differently to criticism rather than fiction or poetry. And beyond that, I was interested in taking up Wah's stated suspicion of the expository essay form, trying to provoke critical inquiry without adhering to those generic standards.
I admit to a certain pretense in the formal essay because I find it a struggle to let logic and argument have control. For a variety of reasons, social and cultural, I want to undercut the hegemony of such forms.
The “Strangle” pieces here serve some of that desire to intervent and push at the boundaries of more intentional compositions. They are, to an extent, sealed from easy understanding in order to play out the possible and sustaining blur around book reviews and other gestures like the critical biotext “Was Eight.” I’ve used these sections as a way of keeping open my own thinking, by play, dissonance, and juxtaposition.
I also met a spoken word artist and a dancer, both of whom are interested in academic cultural criticism, but want these other forms of critical commentary (spoken word and dance) to remain active participants in critical conversations rather than merely the objects with which critics make their claims. (I'm not particularly found of spoken word as a form; the cadences and general affect don't resonate with me at all.)
And my "big sister" Larissa Lai was at the conference as well. (We met at a conference in Taiwan; she jokes that I am her little brother.) She's a novelist currently working on a PhD in literature. I'm thinking about teaching her second novel Salt Fish Girl in my contemporary literature course next spring.
It took me a couple of days to recover from the trip to Canada. The day I returned, I slept for sixteen hours! Then I wrapped up some things on campus (submitted grades on the official grade rolls and signed up for a class to teach in the fall) and jumped in the car with Rob to visit his sister in Maryland. We just got back from there last night.
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