Sun, Aug. 7th, 2005, 11:46 am
i just wrote this in an email, and realized it's probably the kind of thing that one might put in their online journal, if they had such a thing. so, yeah. i find it mildly embarrassing, but it is true, and that's life.
i love it when people do that, just
pour out the evening they just had, big or small, sad or happy, just
as it is. it's always beautiful.
i'll try to do the same for last night, though now it's morning.
i had a nice, relaxing day of just doing quiet stuff at home and
hanging out with iggy- we had our regular farmer's market outing, in
which i ate a bunch of his chips/salsa/guacamole and talked about some
ruins in mexico he'd been to and neither of us knew if they were mayan
or aztec and the crazy ball game they played, and the fact that we'd
had no idea that the soviets made near-exact copies of the space
shuttle and the concorde in the 80s through industrial espionage, and
sociology and what the fuck do i want to do with it anyway. i also
bought some stellar handcrafted sheep's milk camembert, and iggy
bought some bread. then we rode the bus to the mission and went to
paxton gate, this great taxidermy, dried insects and implements with
which to look at them, strange book, and orchid store. they also have
a large collection of penis bones of different animals. then, 826
valencia, the pirate store which is a zoning front for dave eggars'
mcsweeney stuff. then a shoe store, where i indecisively looked at
some japanese vegetarian shoes that iggy has and i really like. went
back to iggy's and watched some mediocre tv, browsed the internet,
talked about our insecurities with women, i fretted mildly about my
costume for the party.
went back home and rested a bit, ate a little food, got the costume
together, went to the party with laurie and her boyfriend jay and
iggy. it was a neighborhoods of san francisco party, costumes
strongly encouraged. jamaica and her boyfriend nelson (the hosts) had
great costumes, he as a classic village-people style leather daddy,
her as a dominatrix- they were folsom street. campbell had the best
costume- he was wearing a fluffy white wig, white pajamas and was
enveloped in 6 pounds of batting, i think that's what it's called, the
stuff they put in comforters, etc. he was of course, the fog. i was
wearing my baseball cap with fuzzy horns and a christmas wreath on the
front that i just sort of try to wear to every party and a sort of 70s
school teacher sport jacket, neither of which were really the costume.
i put a bunny slipper in my pants such that it created an unhealthy
looking protrusion in my crotch, and proclaimed it the tenderloin.
which i thought was funny and most people did too when it was
explained to them, but people definitely didn't get it on their own
and many didn't really want to look at it. it confirmed to me that
most of the costumes i come up with for parties make a lot of people
uncomfortable. which i guess is weird, but ultimately i think it's
cool. it fits my sometimes- confrontational humor. anyway. the
party was lots of fun, interesting people to talk to. i talked to
this attractive girl who works with jamaica, lived in kenya for a
while, dutch passport, parents live in hawaii, seems to be quite the
jetsetter. i think there might've been some mildly flirty body
language going on, but then when i saw my friends after every one of
them said, 'you gotta ask her out, man' which made me all
self-conscious and then i didn't really talk to her again. ;-) i'm
getting to understand myself better, which is pretty amusing. i had a
great time with laurie and iggy and campbell and everyone and people i
didn't really know, which i really like. it was a good party. then i
came home. end of story.
ok, so that ended up being an incredibly long and painfully detailed
slice of justin. apologies for potential boredom.
Sun, Jun. 12th, 2005, 11:21 pm
Today was really fun.
I feel good because today I getting my lip pierced! Finally! Mom said I could and she's signed the forms and EVERYTHING!
I'm so angry. Paul is grounded. AGAIN! And I'm not allowed to see him. EVER. It's just NOT FAIR. I hate my mom and I wish she was dead. This wouldn't happen if I was allowed to live with dad.
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I am making this journal friends only because I don't want the world to read what I'm writing, even though I'm posting it on the internet.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my cock.
I want to say thanks to Babybob556 for making the background and icons for my journal. Thanks hon, ur super special!
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and a healthy imagination.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
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Sun, May. 29th, 2005, 12:16 am
so, i saw serenity thursday night. it was an incredibly emotional, powerful, draining, and beautiful experience. i was shaken afterwards, and am still processing it, i think. i don't wanna say too much about the movie itself, but it was dark and hilarious and thrilling and painful in that profound way buffy fans know well, of joss putting you through the wringer and you being glad of it, mostly at least. the quote from that recent interview's kept popping up in my head, where he said if nothing's at stake, then i'm just making ocean's 12, or a movie i made for my friends but expect other people to pay for, and that's not me. it was great to see all the fans there, and to see all the people coming to the theater to see other movies, and the way they looked at our line. you could just see them thinking 'okay, that must be star wars, but wait star wars has been open for several weeks now, and besides, there are no layer-cakey frou-frou dresses, parasols or guys with blue latex gloves in star wars. who else waits in lines like that?' ha. i brought 5 friends, and i think they all loved it, but i also hung out with some firefly fan organizer people, who are really nice, and sort of blow my mind a little bit. they had a really well-done card they designed advertising our group, a flyer with one side providing sort of a basic intro to firefly and the other listing all the stuff that's coming out soon, 'joss is boss' buttons, and a bunch of beautiful cookies, with the chinese serenity characters hand iced on each one, all professionally wrapped. i was seriously impressed. i know there was a san francisco chronicle reporter there; i wouldn't be surprised if they somehow got her there- i know someone wrote a press release. :) with stuff like this happening, i think it's inevitable that the screenings are going to get the word out. ok, i'll stop babbling. just realized i didn't mention joss' introduction to the movie. really touching, and funny, and inspiring. even though it's just a tv show getting turned into a movie, it's great to feel a part of something like this, that means so much to us.
last night, i saw another amazing movie, mysterious skin. i'm too tired to write about it, and besides it's still sinking in- you know, one of those spend part of the next day wondering what happened to the characters and what they might be doing now kind of movies.
Fri, Apr. 29th, 2005, 01:24 pm
Fri, Mar. 11th, 2005, 02:53 pm
wow, this is really cool: "The goal of the project is to visit each of the latitude and longitude integer degree intersections in the world, and to take pictures at each location. The pictures and stories will then be posted here."http://confluence.org/
Sat, Feb. 26th, 2005, 09:20 pm
Mon, Dec. 20th, 2004, 05:15 pm
Wed, Nov. 17th, 2004, 10:14 pm
so i went to the doctor today. a few weeks back, my pregnant sister and the whole family started to get sick. some bad shit is going around. we even made our swedish relatives sick right before they went back. usually i'm the one who makes it out unscathed, and it looked like i would this time. but last week, a little cough started, and with cf, these things don't tend to go away on their own. they started me on some antibiotics, which helped, but not completely. so now they're putting me on cipro, and if that doesn't work, i'll probably have to go in the hospital. :( we'll see, though, no conclusions. it could turn around. every time it's an adjustment, though, the idea.
i met a really nice girl about my age in the waiting room who also has cf. i haven't met very many others, so it's always special. her name is eliza and she just got out of the hospital. she's having to drop out of college because she kept getting sick. it's sad. she'll still take classes part-time, but that would be a tough adjustment. i wonder how she feels about it.
Mon, Nov. 15th, 2004, 07:13 pm
this was one of those days when out of nowhere you're enveloped by joy, when it just wells up in your throat at strange moments. one of those days when for some reason you actually treasure what's wonderful in your life. i drove to walgreens with sister and nephew in tow and really enjoyed driving their new prius. benjamin (said nephew) and i jumped around and made loud and silly noises and danced and kicked through the fallen leaves on the sidewalk. i appreciated the lovely fall-like weather we have in mountain view right now. and i realized wow this is my job. benjamin woke up from his nap upset and crying for mommy. i put him on my lap in the rocking chair, and in no time at all he exhaled that deep sighing breath that means he's really asleep. he slept there for an hour and a half, and i think i must've slept too. later i chased him around the island in the kitchen, and he squealed the whole time.
one of the best things about days like this is the way music really hits you, and is so beautiful, no matter what it's saying. this chorus, from dido, is what really grabbed me today.
but if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
well I deserve nothing more than I get
cos nothing I have is truly mine
Tue, Aug. 31st, 2004, 05:22 pm
wow it's been a long time. as it happens i am in geneva, switzerland, in an internet cafe, revelling in the wonderful lives of others' livejournals and realizing i should write. i had a good weekend, as good a way to start as any. friday night i went to a bar here where they make their own very tasty white beer and serve it in big multiliter tubes. i went with three friends from the project i'm on (almost-short story involving stanford and the wto). as usual, going to the bar had the potential to be an exercise in miscommunication and mild gallic annoyance, but as it turns out we had a chinese waiter who spoke english but unsurprisingly didn't know the english word for whatever-grain-grape-nuts-are-made-from (don't have time to look it up, so i still don't know). allow me to explain. the previous party had what looked almost like sunflower seeds at the table, and we asked what they were. he didn't know in english and went to get us some. in the meantime, one of us, originally from china, realized that our waiter was probably chinese, and off they went! understanding flowed like a river, and it was good. we had a good time talking, getting mildly drunk, and running home because we had to pee and the center of geneva is chock full of rivers.
next day, we all went to lausanne, a nice short train ride away, a truly beautiful old city. saw a church, a cathedral, some capoeira, and the most amazing museum i've been to in a LONG time. it's called l'art brut, which means hard or rough art. it's basically outsider art, airtists untrained but also mostly in psychiatric hospitals or halfway houses. some of them were pretty regular people, but were mystics, or 'engaged in mediumnistic trances' as the fantastic museum translation put it (it also said one artist had 'a psychosis, but of a calm and gentle kind' :)
one lady had a giant roll of paper, and she would draw in near darkness, rolling up the paper as she went, unaware of what she was doing. another was a miner, and was also in wwI, and afterwards made paintings he claimed to have no knowledge of, the most unbelievably intricate structures that looked vaguely asian, all titled in french a symbolic representation of the spiritual world. a lot of people who spent a lot of time making up their own alphabets and such. not to be dismissive. not at all. roughly 80% of this art was truly surprising to me, and not because of whatever i assumed from the biographies. amazing stuff. anyway here's the site. i definitely have not done it justice. http://www.artbrut.ch/
ok, so it's all in french (there is a little english under Art Brut?) but if you don't speak french, click on the faces at the bottom of the page and explore. ah some of the bios have english too, check out wolfli's bio to see what i mean about the translations. doesn't seem like most of my favorites are on there, but van genk was one of them. phenomenal stuff in person.
hmm. time up.