Your Flag Decal Won’t Get You Into Heaven Anymore
Other titles I was thinking of using for this blog:
“What’s Your Number?”
Post-Prophetic Fortune Cookies
A Veritable Plethora of Antlers
&tc
Well, it’s been fun since, well, a week ago. There goes my plan of being more consistent. Well, I guess six days is more consistent than twelve days. Watch my next post be in three days. I’ll keep posting in increments of one half less time until I’ll be posting every nano second, like that girl from NeiA Under 7 (Chiaki Komatsu). Sweet. My being able to make that NeiA Under 7 reference means that I have, indeed, seen some of NeiA Under 7. Well, at least the first DVD. It’s kooky and I love it. Just to give ya’ll an idea of the kookiness…It’s a comedy, made by the people to did Serial Experiments Lain. Lain + comedy = KOOKY! and GOOD!
Okay. Speaking of good things I’ve seen of late, there are two that I can think of. 1.) Blood: the Last Vampire. It’s very short, and very good. You know what’s lacking in a lot of film today? Open-ended stories. Granted, I like exhaustively-explored stories…I love Nausicaa. But I also dig the stories that leave something to be told, while at the same time telling a whole story. If you don’t get what I’m saying, go watch Blood. Be warned, oh you who may be queasy, it’s about vampires, and that means there’s a lot of
2.)Gattaca. Mmmm. I love me a good distopia. I love me a good old-school sci-fi. I really love me a good old-school distopian sci-fi. I really love me a good Gattaca. It’s gorgeous! It’s well-written! There’s no gene for the human spirit! It’s Gattaca!
Thirdly and finally, going back to the titles, specifically the one referring to fortune cookies, I refound an old friend today. Back when I worked at Barnes & Noble, I regularly worked with a tres cool chick by the name of Andria Kuelske. We were buddies and hung out and were offended when customers interrupted our conversations. Well, Andria left B&N, but we still hung out, and she became Andria Philippe and had a very cute baby by the name of Yves. Then, we lsot contact and I head she moved to California with baby and husband Rene. I was sad. I couldn’t find her email address. I couldn’t be in touch with her! Then, sitting at a cafe in Ann Arbor with Shaun and Chris, I looked out the window and saw Rene. “HEY!” I shouted. I looked through the group of people he was walking with and saw Andria. “HEY!!!” I shouted again, and ran outside. Excitment of excitments! Andria and Rene and Yves have moved back to Michigan! And they live right near Shaun! WOOOOOT! Later that evening, Shaun, Chris, Laura, and I went out to Chinese. My fortune cookie was kinda kooky: Long absent friends will come back into your life.
I completely kid you not.
Well, anybody who emaioled me, I will email you soon, I swear. Also, go see this site. It is the most consistently HILARIOUS thing I’ve ever seen in my life,especially the StrongBad Emails.
A One that is Not Cold, Is Scarcely a One at All.
I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died
WARNING: THIS BLOG WILL BE HUGE. You’ll have to forgive my prolonged lack of blogging. It’s been crazy busy this weekend. Why? Mainly, Steph and Ed are now partaking of their wedding bliss. No, not because of their wedded bliss, but because they had to get married to partake of said bliss. And weddings zap away one’s time. Of course, I’m not going to even complain in comparison to say, the maid of honor or the couple themselves…but being involved at all does take a bit out of you.
Friday was the bachelorette party, which was lots of fun. The place we ate, Camp Ticonderoga, had lots and lots of antlers and other horns all over the place. Veritable chandeliers of antlers! Ivory Tusk gateways! Goat heads! Also, it took them forever to bring me my fish and chips >_<* After eating and the opening of raunchy gifts, we headed down to the Rochester Mills Beer Company, wherein those not driving would celebrate by drinking what I am told is good alcohol. I was not planning on drinking, or even wanting to try or anything. They still almost didn’t let me in. Steph finally knocked sense into their heads. “Hello, she’s in the wedding party!” I was happy with my Coke, which was all I wanted anyway.
Saturday was the Rehearsal. It was kooky and fun, and everyone was silly as is common in wedding rehearsals. The Rehearsal dinner (more of a lunch, really) was shortly after, and it was splendiferous. Dim Sum, people! I bloated myself probably beyond capacity, but it was so tasty. I was given by Stephenie a beautiful edition of Rudyard Kipling’s Collected Stories with engraved bookmarks. Thanks, Steph, if you’re reading this wherever your undisclosed location is.
The Wedding was absolutely gorgeous. As Ann said and was oft repeated, Steph was “trailing clouds of glory” and Ed looked quite the gentleman in his tux. The place, the historic Holly Hotel, was also very beautiful. Dinner was very tasty (chicken baklava!) It was lovely lovely lovely. And I feel my continued pratter would only make it seem less than it was.
Before the wedding was also massively crazy. Billy Collins came, and he signed my book! He was great. The Emily Dickinson poem is one of my new favorites. Isn’t it grand? Thomas Lynch introduced Collins, which was a double-whammy of coolness! Since my last post I have read As You Like It and John Lennon: In His Own Write. Both were enjoyed…in very different ways. There’s not much more to Lennon’s book than enjoying its silliness, which is obviously not the same as Shakespeare. But they were both fun.
Whoosh! Forgive the rocket speed. Unless you want this post to be longer, this will have to do! I will try and be more consistent in the future. Sumimasen to Ja ne!
Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes
First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
on the back of a wooden chair.
And her bonnet,
the bow undone with a light foward pull.
Then the long white dress, a more
complicated matter with mother-of-pearl
buttons down the back,
so tiny and numerous that is takes forever
before my hands can part the fabric,
like a swimmer’s divind the water,
and slip inside
You will want to know
that she was standing
by an open window in an upstairs bedroom,
motionless, a little wide-eyed
looking out at the orchard below,
the white dress puddled at her feet
on the wide-board, hardwood floor.
THe complexity of women’s undergarments
in nineteenth-century America
is not to be waved off,
and I proceeded like a polar explorer
through clips, clasps, and mooring,
catches, straps, and whalebone stays,
sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness.
Later, I wrote in a notebook
it was like riding a swan into the night,
but, of course, I cannot tell you everything—
the way she closed her eyes to the orchard,
how herhair tumbled free of its pins,
how there were sudden dashes
whenever we spoke.
What I can tell you is
it was terribly quiet in Amherst
that Sabbath afternoon,
nothing but a carriage passing the house,
a fly buzzin in a windowpane.
So I could plainly hear her inhale
when I undid the very top
hook-and-eye fastener of her corset
and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed,
the way some readers sigh when they realized
that Hope has feathers,
that Reason is a plank,
that Life is a loaded gun
that looks right at you with a yellow eye.
—Billy Collins
Sitting at My Computer Desk After a Weary Workshift, I Listen to my Favorite Band and Write this Blog
The title was brought to you per inspiration of theBilly Collins’ poem, “Reading an Anthology of Chinese Poems of the Sung Dynasty, I Pause to Admire the Length and Clarity of Their Titles.” You should read Billy Collins. I totally dig him. Not to mention he’s coming to OU Friday! Rock!
I like my classes a lot. I’m rather fond of Ranguroa-Sensei,and I have two classes with him. Modern Lit will be a lot a lot of reading, but it’ll be good. Lit as Discovery will also be rocking.
Pato is annoying me because he’s playing his guitar so loudly I can’t hear my music. Grr.
Anyway. They totally redid the OC Cafeteria, and I’m down with what they did. Adding a little class is never a bad thing! Also, Bumpers got a DDR machine. ____.
I had a mean winning streak going at Yahoo! Pool, but now I’ve been losing like mad >_<
The Blog is Famous!
I bet all you friends of mine who read this on a regular basis wouldn’t think so, but it is! Go to MegaTokyo and read Seraphim’s post…fourth paragraph down…that’s right! That’s my blog! Remember that?!? DOOOOD! faints, gets up, goes to school
By the way, a humongo thanks to the observant Mr. Gamemaster Edward Sir for noticing it!
Like They Legs All Broke?
Whew! What a rush! It always seems like all of the exhaustion and business of summer crushes down on you in the one weekend before school starts. In the past week, I have: missed a doctor’s appointments due to my absent-mindedness; attended a dentist appointment wherin I found, unbeliveably, I am cavity-less; listened to Coldplay’s A Rush of Blood to the Head all the way through at least twelve times; visiting and explored most of the DIA, wherein I saw Warhols and Riverias up close; visited and explored most of the University of Michigan Museum of Art, wherein I saw Picassos and Ansel Adamses up close; got my hair cut short (hallelujah!); made both chocolate oatmeal cookies and snickerdoodles; bought his-and-her roleplaying dice for TJ and Merrilyn for their wedding; went to work at 8 AM on Saturday!; attended TJ and Merrilyn’s wedding (which was gorgeous and which Shaun and I were both all dresed up for); attended TJ and Merrilyn’s reception at Dave and Buster’s (which was very fun as Shaun and I ran around taking artsy photos with the instant cameras); and, today, fixed my index page so you can get to the Links page! If that weren’t enough, School starts tomorrow! falls over