11/17/01
First off.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERNIE!WOOOT! YOU ARE NOW A QUARTER CENTURY OLD!NO MORE HAVING TO DRINK MILK IN ATTEMPTS TO GROW. GIVE IT UP! GIVE IT UP GIVE UP THE MILK & REPLACE IT WITH SOJU!
Holiday Shenanigans
So yeah,Today I will suffer the intense torture of being at a mall all day.Not just any mall, but a mall where the average net worth of a 4 year old could buy a small south east Asian village and then some. Yup.Pimping out the Santa set over at Stanford. Yippy. You can tell that the excitement is just overwhelming.
Not to mention that just checking out & setting up for the set today involved a verbal attack from a fierce Frenchman that looked like Mr Eaton from family ties because he desperately demanded his right to take his child past the roped off set (not completely built yet, by the way) so that his infant daughter would have the right to see the set.Without Santa.
In fact, fierce Frenchman was nearly expelled from the mall by security for his verbal abuse to mall management because he wanted to show his 2 year old daughter the Santa set with nary a care for respecting boundaries or being told no, insisting “SO WHAT DOES IT HURT? WHAT THE BIG DEAL< I DO WHAT I WANT< WHAT THE ROPE FOR ME? WHAT DOES IT HURT< I CARRYHER MYSELF NO YOU DON"T TELL ME WHAT I CAN OR CAN"T DO"
Way to go with the Christmas spirit. Good job Dad.
And still, all is right with the world.There are few times in a person’s life where they will feel utterly right with the universe.At 2:10 this morning, for some reason, I feel that.I’m in anticipation of the party, I’m looking forward to seeing good friends and making new ones.I’m reasonably pre-hydrated right now. And I’ve done 75 crunches with precision punches. (Primarily guilt induced)
This after an intoxicatingly marvelous thanksgiving dinner with my bible study. Peking styled Turkey, mashed potatoes, kimchi stuffing, garlic string beans, steamed asparagus, fried rice, gravy, fresh fruit, pumpkin pie, Mocchi ice cream.
And oh yeah, grapes.
Poetica Spontenaium 11/17/01
I can’t stop rubbing
The soft slick band of skin
naked,
pale
almost oily
suddenly exposed
now that I’ve taken off the ring.
My joints now feel
crooked and
malformed
Like a woman’s body
after decades of
wearing a corset
unable to breathe
yet believing desperately
in the beauty
that destroys.
In Other News
Sometimes I think I need to learn to be nicer.
T. whom I’ve been friends with for years is frequently the target of my trash talk attacks.Over dinner, several of us were talking about how women are more naturally inclined to be multi-taskers than men since it’s a behavior that’s so extremely vital for successful parenting. An example discussed was about women who have to cook, manage children, and keep hubby happy while in the kitchen. During breakfast a woman has to multitask over a doze activities easily.To which T said “That’s what I’d like to see more of… women multitasking in the Kitchen.”
Later in the conversation, on the subject of the ever skilled one handed turkey carving by the ever lovely diva JL of the group, T. remarked “When you need to do something right, you gotta get a woman.”
To which I zinged “Yeah T, too bad you can’t do that.”
No really, T & I are great friends, we just cap on each other all the time.
*ALL* the time. I should really lay off. Really.
Gnight all.
And if you’re planning on coming to this party & blogging about it, please refrain from mentioning drunken naked pictures of yours truly…as I’m pretty confident it *wont* happen, but hey, you never know. At least *email* the pix to me first.
Pbt.
Min Jung