MinJungKim.com Braindump v 6.0 Gah. I’m still doing this?

WTF

Ok,

You know how I said I’d be blogging more?
Sorry. I havent’ been blogging more.

Instead I’ve been entrenched in silliness including warcraft, camping, falling down a dried up waterfall and getting a blackberry sized bruise on my backside. (The imagery, I’m sure, is somehow going to turn into a limerick at some point) applying for jobs, working on things, and working on several other things.

Quick life snapshot:

* Interviewing for jobs (Hurray)
* Writing (a little). Restarting up my column with KoreAm Journal. A chapter on my M*A*S*H personal experiences is in the works.(Hurray)
* Jane’s kickoff and cooking like mad was a tremendous success (Foccacia sandwhiches, canapes, chocolate dipped strawberries, inari w/ steamed asparagas, etc)(Hurray)
* AATC Fundraiser was last wednsday. (Hurray)
* Met a cute boy(Hurray)
* Joined a Gym(Hurray)
* Went camping and fell on my ass (Hurray…and then boo but mostly hurray)

And then today — getting bitched out for apparently violating friendships and boundaries with my hugs. My Evil. Awful. Vicious. Desperate. Mean. Threatening. Overbearing. Unproffessional. Feminisim undermining. Manipulative. Sisterhood detonating. Hugs.

And by bitched out. I mean bitched out. In public. In front of my friends. While I was sipping my oolong/chrysanthmum tea.

And it really. fucking. hurt.
So right now.
I’m at home. Just moments after having a good cry. Rubbing my bruise (the one the size of a blackberry) and trying to sort out how the hell my perception of social boundaries could be so cripplingly askew to warrant the vitriol that just blew off my eyebrows. Because clearly. My hugs and lipstick kisses on the cheek are undermining the perception of women in the web2.0 community and I’m also clearly some desperate single whore who just pathetically needs the attention of everyone in the room and stomps thoroughly on anyone’s sensitivities that might get in the way and really and utther completely deserved a harsh comeuppance  like that.
So happy monday.

I start my new job later this week.

The job will be very *non* degrassi and oc. I promise. For Love.Of.Gawd. when did being *me* and being *friendly* become criminal.

Upcoming other goodness:

9/12 - Meet JaneKim.org - Cohost Jackson West. Meet the SF Schoolboard Candidate for the Greenparty Jane Kim who blogs and wants you to know why you should totally vote for her.
9/24 - Workshop on blogging for Apature - with Me! Your feisty host, Alex Choi & Glenda Bautista

10/14 - Lap-Pop 3.0 - because, like the web 2.0 thing is so totally, fricking, 2005.

3/Something - SXSW Panel - How to rock out with your **** out at SXSW. Details in final stages, biyatches.

dude you can’t mention that you got bitched out like that without calling the person out with some tasty linkage and attribution can you?

fight! fight!

By “blackberry sized bruise”, do you mean the fruit, or the communication device?

Hope you feel better soon.

Also congrats on your new job! (Sorry the previous one didn’t pan out.)

I have been a recipient of both the hugs and the kisses and have a Ph.d. in boundaries. You never foist or require people hug and kiss and the need to touch is one of our most basic requirements.

So I think someone needs to reassess their issues and quit projecting them. You are fine m’dear.

kisskisshug

Don’t let the haters get you down. I’m not a hugger. I freeze up whenever I get a hug from someone. When you hugged me at the Blip.tv party during Vloggercon, I was so grateful. I had been with a bunch of people who didn’t know me and there was nearly ZERO intersection of SXSW people, so I had been feeling very lonely.

You didn’t recognize me and I mispronounced your name, but you still gave me a hug.

Usually an outburst like that has more to do with the person giving the outburst than receiving it. Just let it flow over you like water off a duck’s back.

Your hugs are cool.

As someone that does have personal space issues (don’t stand too close to me. Seriously, don’t) - yet, is a hugger - I am totally confused by the outburst.

According to psychologists (or, well, I read this somewhere), we all need three hugs a day to be fulfilled and happy.

Obviously, someone needs about a year’s worth of hugs there.

Keep on huggin’!! Everyone loves a hug!

Hurray on the new job! Don’t sweat the small stuff.

Erm. Hugs and kisses from you, my dear, are always welcome with me. Tell the decriers to stop hatin.