June 2001 Archive

06/28/01

Hot Damn! Guess who’s got a cam again!

Gracious thanks go out to a very big hearted person.
Weee! Now I’m never going to get anything remotely productive done.
Happy Thursday.

06/26/01

Silly Queen Hedgie,

Smooches.

In addition to the Terms of Service from yester eve, I’m wondering if I should put a style guide up on how my name can be used. Or is that just *too* pedantic. Urm, yeah. By the way, do you think I missed anything that I should have slapped upon in the TOS? If so, drop a line. Thanks.

But in terms of preferences,
I go by Min Jung. Two words. Big M, Big J. No hyphen and not clunked together. I don’t go by Min. I don’t go by Minnie. To most folks these days, I also go by MJ.
I will answer to my father’s thick Korean accent calling to me in my Baptismal name of Julia as such “JHOOODIYA!”.

Yeah. When I’m at home in Michigan, lounging on the couch or reading in my room, my dad calls me in BOLD CAPS. It’s kind of hard not to come a-running when someone calls you in BOLD CAPS. I think Korean dads always call their children in BOLD CAPS. It’s like a jedi mind trick or something. For reals. Stoic little Korean fatherly types are amazingly talented that way. Plus they have an inordinate fondness for Karaoke. Truly frightening sometimes.

My brother is the only person allowed to call me Jules.

Cyn may refer to me has mjh whenever and however frequently she likes and she knows she’s got my affections and respect always and need not talk about apologies. But if you really insist. *SPANK*.
(Weeee!)

Davezilla had a post recently re: nicknames and I was compelled to confess the following.
Milkweed: Since I was a scrawny little kid growing up.
Snowflake: Because I am the palest complected Asian American among my friends and downright pigment repellent these days. I can’t hold a tan to save my life. I’m whiter than many a white person.
Julia: My catholic baptismal name.

Jhoodiya: What my Dad calls me. Thick Korean accent. Enough said. More “O”s depending on how emphatic he is.

Schecki: Because I can’t tell a joke to save my life but when I tell real life stories like about the time my mom picked up a homecoming date for me while getting a perm done and rollers in her hair get chuckles. Oh yeah, and that whole flipping groomsmen while drunk at a wedding in Hawaii thing too.

HW: refers to me as her Chupa Chup which I rather like.

Those II stix folks frequently tease me and refer to me as “Lips”

Ain’t no thing bigger than a chicken wing, really.

In other news. I think I’ve finally knocked out the bronchitis in me. Wee.
Now I gotta get my shit together and finish polishing up some drafts (erm… finishing up dem drafts too) for some upcoming contests. Wish me luck.

Much love to those that find it out there,

06/22/01

I’m going to die.

Not any time soon, (I hope) but it sure feels like it. Yet another night of racking coughs that cause your body to crumple and convulse wildly until you come *this* close to vomiting. And then you do go *vomit*. Just a little. Not really throwing up, it’s more like your abdomen isn’t supposed to be stressed out like that so much with such crazy powerful coughs that don’t let up for 10 minutes straight or so. So yeah, sometimes I feel like I’m gonna die. I have missed my part time job all week, been nil in brain functionality for writing, and have successfully screwed up my sleep patterns yet once again. *sigh*. I’ve been reading my housemate’s comic books (Groo & Fist of the North Star, Nausicaa) and playing black & white again. I’m on land three, and have switched from the tiger to a little zebra.

I go to the doctors today.
*Sigh*.

*Cough cough*

06/21/01

Memento Mori – Remember the Dead
Not only is that a good way to appreciate the living but it’s a fantabulicious Korean film that was shown at the SF Gay/Lesbian film fest tonight at the Roxie. Kicked much fricking ass. Schoolgirls, lesbians, telepathy, suicide, a diary, bitch fights, deer shit, turtles, ghosts, poison, pregnancy, obsession, intolerance, birthdays, etc. Of course, that’s a pretty lame review of it.

Read this instead. (Forgot where i snipped this from, I’m afraid)

It is co-directed and written by Kim Tae-yong and Min Kyu-dong, two men who collaborated on several short films and are now making their feature debut. For actors they use three teenage models who give intense, compelling performances in their first cinematic roles: Lee Young-jin, Park Eh-Jin, and Kim Min-sun.

If you can. See it. You will be moved to talk about it. As my scraggy voice will testify.

Explanation of the baby in a leg cast thing. Oliver’s mom was holding him when she slipped on the stairs so he has a hairline fracture on his leg. He’s still standing up & crawling about lots though. He barely cried when it happened and the fracture is not along any growth region of the femur so his development will be just fine. It’s just kind of funny & cute to see a fat baby leg and a fat baby leg cast next to each other. Plus his cast is special cuz it says “I love you” from me. 3DD

Drats!
COW/M left me a phone message today. Damn, I missed it. I must have been high on cough syrup or napping this afternoon. Drat this cough. Drats drats, drats.

Let me autograph it for you, dahling!
Re: The OKAY Book which will be published this next month. They are $20 +$3 Shipping & Handling if you place the order within the next month. $5 overseas shipping afterwards. I plan on purchasing 5 of these and giving them to my dad, brother, and a few close close friends who have believed in me and really invested in me over the last year. If you would like me to order one on your behalf & ship it to you, do let me know. It’s a small run publication (about 2,000 printed in the first run so hey, maybe it’ll become a collectors item) so you won’t find it in your local borders, bdalton or even Amazon I’m afraid. If you let me know, and if you want me to, I’ll write a love note in the cover for you and include a lipstick smooch. Ha ha ha!

Enough already… this is really pathetic. Ok, this dudes’ got too much time on his hands and he by now must surely be annoyed by the fact that he’s had to write to me from *4* different email accounts. Each email account, of course, has a different alias. How exhausting is this huh?

From: john frelong [twregbae@yahoo.com]
please take me off your website, take everything off, my picture, aim discussions, emails, please take everything off, I worked few hours to give you these emails, registering with yahoo new email addresses

eric walter

Sheesh. Quit already, would you? Go hide under a rock again or something. I will *not* edit myself. You should have known better than to harass a stranger like that. Bejebus.

Oh, and to add to that, on ii stix I answer Mental Yum Yum Questions. I suppose it’s kind of like Ann Landers on a crack pipe. Anyways, *Bob* oh yeah, that one, Bob Kim, writes in with a question on how to lose weight. My immediate gut reaction is to not answer the question at all cuz I’m pissed. My follow-up reaction was to scribble the following.

Gee Bob,
You could lose 2 ounces really quickly if you cut off your dick.
What do you think folks? Am I giving Bob too much credit or what?
Harumph.

Back to the Nyquil with me.

Min Jung

06/20/01
That which does not kill us makes us stronger. I’m mute these days. And when not mute, all scratchy voiced, hoarse, and squeaky. This is not something I’m used to at all and the loquacious side of me feels stilted. Frankly, it’s more than annoying and all I can say is that I better get well soon.

Over 4 days since my last cigarette. Being sick has made me quit cold turkey at least.

Wonderful news.
I had heard before that my poems were accepted for publication in the OKAY anthology. And it’s actually coming out in print.
This next month.
Weeee!

And unexpected coincidence, my Unnee Cecilia is also a featured artist in this project. She & Tim are the brilliant maniacs that I always stay with in LA.
Getting married this fall too!

Dear Artists,

Contents
Artist name Country Discipline
Ahn Me-K US/Mpls Filmmaking
Amelynck Michou Belgium Visual artist
Boed Charlotte Denmark Photography
Chun Jiwon US/Chicago Performance/3D
Dalros Kimberly US/Mpls Drawing
Dunn and Kahiler US/CA Cartoon
Ha JeeYun US/NJ Installation
Hahn Raymond US/CA Photography
Hall Zoli US/Mpls Poetry/Writing
Han Stephanie US/CA Poetry/Writing
Hers Kate US/Chicago Performance
Huff Song US/CA Drawing
I-Ley Meejah US/Mpls Painting
Jung Belgium Cartoon
Jung Jean US Performance
Jung Monika US Photography
Kim Minjung US Writing
Lee Cecilia US/CA Installation/3D
Lee Lela US/CA Cartoon
Lemoine Mihee-Nathalie Belgium Painting
Navarre Yunsook US/Detroit Writing
Oh JiYoung US/CA Painting
Park Hyuna US/CA Painting
Pfenning Jill US/Vermont 3D
Sieck Leah US/Indiana Dance/Performance
Sponsler Susan US/Houston Photography
Sung Vincent Belgium Photography
Tolle Tammy US/NYC Filmmaking
Weimer J. Maya US/NYC 3D

06/18/01
Just back in from an *Exhausting* but truly blessed weekend in LA.
So I was down in LA for Brother Wafik’s ordination. Officially now he’s *Father* Wafik, but in my heart, he’s still Brother Unleaded Gas.

Highlights from the weekend?
* Eating Mool Naeng Myun (Korean cold soup noodle dish with vinegar & mustards mixed in the ice cubes of the huge soup dish)

* Meeting the ever cool Bleakie Girl for Boba (THANKS AGAIN!!)

* Trying Austrian Pancakes at Ahnold Shwartzenmusclehead’s Austrian themed restaurant while watching the Lakers NBA championship game

* Midnight Hottubbing with super diva gal pal (nothing even *remotely* bi involved here, yo)

* Reading Maison Ikoku Manga (1-5)

* An ordination mass of 5 Jesuits that included the blessings of some 40 or so priests… It was a fricking wall of priests, I tell you.

* Watching my friend fall asleep in public 3 times. (In mass, the reception, and in the apt in front of 3 other folks while sitting in a chair)

* Watching Wafik’s female relatives perform artistic, culturally accurate Egyptian belly dances which at some points looked a little disturbingly as if the priest was getting a lap dance from his hottie 17 year old niece…

* Seeing more Carmelite nuns than the entire cast of the Sound of Music

* The opening mass song was sung in disco Arabic. I think it’s a cover of a song by Super Greg. Another was a Christian hymn, sung in Arabic to hava nagila. No. I’m not kidding.

* Correctly enunciating Malchizedek (Mel kee za deck) when reading the first reading of the mass. (I thought for sure I’d say Malkovich accidentally. I can’t puppeteer worth a damn anyways.)

* Getting to wear my hanbok. (Traditional Korean dress which is so puffy within the skirt that you could hide the arsenal for a small south American guerilla troop in it’s folds. Several glocks & the necessary clips. VIVA la revolucion!”)

* Going bra shopping at the Korea Town Plaza. (The lady sized me up & fitted me perfectly just by *looking* at me)

* Observing a hard core cosmetic consultation by a 40 something Caterpillar Woman with green eyeshadow and highly feathered & blondified hair. .
(Caterpillar woman is a new term that will make it into the *Dictionary* soon enough. It means a woman who wears clothes much too tight for them and possibly too
*young* for them. They are caterpillar woman because their bodies become obviously segmented into at least 5 sections. Head section, boob section. Belly roll 1 section. Belly roll 2 section and legs. There are occasionally additional visible belly rolls along the sides & some other rolls on the thighs too. To say the least, this is not considered too attractive).Did I mention this caterpillar woman in particular was Korean?

* Getting a fresh new blessing from a fresh new priest.

* Doing a few rosaries while driving down to LA & back.

*Crazy Amazing Egyptian food

*Taking faux newlywed photos (in the hanbok) with another Jesuit brother (Tres Thornbirds, no?)

Low Points
* Getting lost. A lot.

* Especially when being totally annoyed by the dude in the car next to me trying to
pick me up/turn me on/ totally offend me by beeping his horn, trying to drive next to me, and making a series of
lascivious facial & manual gestures. Thus causing me to miss my exit by over 5 miles.

* Not having the foresight to schedule something & meet Aaron, Winnie, or stalk Cyn.

* Learning that the *FREAK* has emailed me again. With the following requests.

From: eric walter [walter_internet@hotmail.com]
Please take my letter, my picture, my aim discussion with off your website.
I apologize for what I done, please take it off your website, my life is in
danger because of it. Thank you.
Eric Walter

Eric

Eric, here’s my message to you.
DON’T EVER CONTACT ME EVER AGAIN. I DOCUMENT YOUR CORRESPONDENCE FOR THE WORLD TO SEE SO THAT THEY ARE AWARE OF HOW MUCH OF A DANGER YOU ARE TO YOURSELF, THE WORLD AND TO EVERY WOMAN IN THE WORLD. GOT IT? YOU ARE RUNNING A SERIOUSLY SCARY AND FLAWED SCAM AND IF I EVER HEAR FROM YOU EVER AGAIN, I WILL CONTACT THE AUTHORITIES TO *REALLY* PUT YOU IN DANGER. GOT IT?

Good morning (it’s 7 AM and I got back from LA around 5ish.. *yawns*,
Min Jung

06/13/01
Ok,
Maybe I’m not *That* Shy. Sometimes. Most everyone missed my bikini car washing episode this past weekend. Woot!
* Sweetie* link (I showed you mine, now you show me yours!) swiped from Virtual Pamela.

And of course I’m holding a bubble tea beverage & have little red streaks in my hair.

Min Jung

PS.
Kevin. You suck.=D
When are we doing sushi? When can I photograph you doing “Lord of the Dance” DDR, oh amazingly out-of-the closet-hetero-white-man (with the hairy ***not dirty but rather embarrassing**BLEEP***)?

06/11/01

Halfling Dollface, you asked for it.

Happy Birthday. Again. PUah ha ha ah.

Yes I’m responsible for the bleaching and I think it actually turned out quite well. Of course I’m keeping my day job, woops, what day job. Puah.

I had a dream last night where I felt I was getting manipulated & taken advantage of. I wanted to stand up for myself and was ready to yell at the other person.
This morning I spoke with them and they were very polite to me. I was rather needlessly hostile to him. Still, yeah. At least now I know I’ve curbed any chance of them still being unfair to me.
(one hopes)

My dream life has been active of late. It’s not bad.

Currently reading Sex & The City.
Maybe that helps.

06/05/01

Power Pouty.
That’s about right to describe how I feel right now.
It’s my party and I’m still displeased.

Memories from my 2nd birthday party:

#1. Warm, flat, faygo root beer.

#2. Pigtails too tight.

#3. Hat string cutting underneath my cheeks & chin.

#4. Luka is a big white scary dog.

#5. Mommy is so pretty.

#6. Where’s my cake?

From this pic, I fantasize about being sisters with the
monkey lady.

Min Jung

06/04/01

A couple of writing pieces down, several more to go. My room’s a wreck and much like my soul, smells a bit singed of late.

Singed? Yeah. My halogen lamp is apparently the infamous bug burial ground and that’s where the jiggers, cooties, & bugaboos of the house go to die. And fry.
It smells like burnt hair. Only worse cuz I know it’s critters fricasseeing up there. Gross huh? And yeah, I’m popping back sooner than I expected but apparently my internet addiction is too wacked out.

Too stupid to mention.

Has anyone seen a black version of this chair? Let’s just say that the police officer I had to speak with when filing the burglary report was not amused.
“You mean I’m here because of a chair?”
“Um, yes… but it’s a chair that’s worth more than I pay for rent.”
“But why the hell would someone steal a chair.”
“Beats me.”