March 2006 Archive

to people (in particular) that I will say to people in the ambiguous.

1. Dude. That statement was completely unnecessary and you are a tool. Plus, your hair looks like a mad woman’s pubes on a sweaty new york july day. Not cute.

2. Congratulations. But you still have a peanut head which a woman, any woman, should not *ever* have to try and imagine between her thighs.

3. Do you think that the geek boys of notice with the cool girlfriends would have become of notice had it not been for the cool girlfriends who kept them reasonably well balanced and on focus? I wonder.

4. According to the author of Devil in the White City, lots of serial killers have blue eyes. And I must be a sicko becuase I occasionally still find ***** reasonably cute.

5. Ok, so I have dreams about flossing the teeth of werewolves. I don’t think that’s abnormal. Why must you mock me? Gingivitus is not funny for anyone!

6. Not that I’m saying I did this, but I understand that using a tortilla as a mouse pad doesn’t really work so well.

7. You’re really not allowed to feel that guilty for nicking a bottle of $2 buck chuck from your roommate. So go ahead and nick two.

8. Am I supposed to feel guilty that the fruit that I bought from Safeway which obviously came from the hands of exploited migrant workers was fricking amazingly dang tasty? I mean, like wow.

9. Daddy, I love you. But if you could kindly stop comparing me to your friends’ children who are Catholic baby factories, and/or grad students and/or homeowners and/or…well…fricking employed, I’d really appreciate it right now. I’m fragile. I need icecream. And lactaid. And a wooby.

10. I’m ever so sorry. I totally didn’t mean to inviscerate your frail ego with a remark of face-dragged-on-diamond-gravel truth. I had no idea that you might really respond to that statment that might wake you from your circle jerk of cluster fucking narcisism. Man, how cruel and insensitive am I to say : “dude. um. you really need to step off and get your ass kicked. it’d be good for you. because you’re a total pain in the ass to hang with these days.”

* Over the cold – (Almost) – Check —>
* Luggage Recovered – Check
* Root Canal – Check
* Updated wishlist – Check
* Started pulling together things for Lap-POP! 2.0 OMG IRL STFU LOL
* Created Netflix Queue- Check
* Updated Flickr Contacts & 43People contacts – Check
* Zinged an exhibitor pass for Ad:Tech – Check
* Passed my resume off to a few folks – Check
* Working my way through an obscene amount of Indian food – Check
* Collected paperwork for doing my taxes – Check
* Updated upcoming/personal calendar – Check
* Finally got Isync/MissingSync/Treo to play nicely together again.

Next on the list:
Collecting my clean laundry, cleaning up the livingroom, sorting through & consolidating my digital music collection with a consistant nomenclature and ordering/file system and deciding on which book from my stack of books I should attack next, scheduling additional interviews, misc. Blah blah blah, joining a gym blah blah blah, getting a crown put in my head, (not on my head but over the root canal bitches,) blah blah blah yada, find a new roommate, blah blah blah, update the blog, blah blah blah, check out new video games, blah blah blah, start up on a healthier diet again blah blah blah.

It’s amazing how busy one can be without a current 9to5.

Technology wishlist du jour:

For there to be a way to export/import/rssfeed my Netflix Ratings Queue and already bought sections of my Amazon profile so that it is automatically incorporated within my allconsuming profile.

*Sigh*

a) Coming Back from a trip with a cold + allergies which makes one effectively a coughing/sneezing/miserable/whiny wreck of a human being

b) Having the airport lose your luggage in Oakland. Where they insist that once they find it, you have to drive back over from SF to Oakland to pick it up. (Parking $2. Tolls $3. Cussing for an hour and a half. Priceless)

c) Learning that you will require a root canal. Yes. A root canal.

Guess what kittens?

That’d be me with d) all the above.

It’s gotta get better from here, right?

SXSWI – Day2- Sunday – Iron Cactus – Yahoo/Flickr/Upcoming/Delicious

Originally uploaded by minjungkim.

All time high!

296 pix of of lilpstick kisses during sxsw!

And the kick off of a new meme involving hitting a cowbell!

Words that should exist but don’t yet:

Social Bulimia: Used to describe the phenomena of excessive social behavior followed by immediate purging of such behavior via blog/conversation/flickrphotoposting/etc. Immediately followed by a short refractory period of social anorexia.

You will not see me in public on purpose for a few days at least as I let my voice recover.

Shwag Camel: During a converence or similar event, while protesting kindly that one is “Teeshirt agnostic” and thereby not intending to accidentally endorse a particular company or brand, slowly acquire a healthy collection of new web 2.0 teeshirts and similar shwag to wear once one get backs home. Well, if you live in SF anyone. If you live outside of the bay area where such geekery is still vaguely shunned, you produce pillowcases from the shwag teeshirts or wear them to the gym or to sleep or to pack as appropriate clothing for the next duely appropriate tech converence.

MJ’ed: A purely transparent, if temporary and transient social network tagging application delivered by Ms. Min Jung Kim via kiss on the cheek or forehead. A satirical delivery in a community obsessed with social networks, microformats, and free booze.

More Cowbell: Defies defnition. Just know that you need it. Seriously.

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Originally uploaded by minjungkim.

* I heart shooting the guns *

Anna

Originally uploaded by minjungkim.

Tis true.

Everyone has their wooby. Their point of comfort when they are feeling uneasy or distressed. Sometimes it’s a blanket. Sometimes it’s a hug. Sometimes it’s soup. Sometimes it’s a worn but well loved stuffed animal that smells oddly of fresh laundry, sunshine, autumn leaves, and freshly cut grass.

Regardless, everyone has that one little thing that brings them to a point of safety. Of comfort. Of ease.

Anna’s ponytail is her wooby.
She is 3 years old.

I envy her because she at least knows what her wooby is.

So many of us as we age and experience and judge and disdain, we neglect our woobies. We ignore them. We pretend that we don’t need a wooby. A totem of safety. A anchor by which we feel at ease with ourselves, or at least solaced.

I envy Anna.
I’m trying to relocate or identify what my wooby might be. I think it’ll make my life overall so much better.

Does that make me a weak person?
Nah. I hope not at least.

I think it makes me a person that’s very in touch with my humanity.

And that’s not too bad a thing, now is it?

My body is freaking out right now.

I think it’s a combination of a number of things.

#1. Eating more vegs in the last 72 hours than I did pretty much all last month. Mostly raw. Detox can be a bitch.

#2. My immunity system finally letting its guard down after traveling all last month.

#3. It’s cold outside.

#4. I’m not stressed out or particularly tense about anything. That’s… sooo… not…normal.

While driving through the mission this evening, I saw a DeLorean.

Yes.

Damn it.

A DeLorean.

God.Bless.America

Back in SF.

=D

Mischief ensues.