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Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
12:51 am	Got a lot to say, but I keep putting off saying it like that'll may it go away. When will I learn that words don't lose mass just because I want them to. Current Mood: aggravated (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 15th, 2009
9:42 pm	Writer's Block: Name your talent If you could have one extraordinary talent, what would you choose and why? Submitted By blackhole12 View 1020 Answers I would have the ability to translate the things in my head onto the medium of my choice. Although I can draw and paint it is never in a way that is half as beautiful and telling as the image in my head. The images in my brain is always so much more vivid and lifelike. The sounds are always so lush and...verdant. The colors are more numerous and the thoughts twist and turn and dance and words flitter among them uselessly like little hungry puppies because they don't have the expressive power to tell their stories. I would have that ability, to open the windows of my soul and mind and let you in. Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: Techno: The Sunlit Garden - Utena in the Club (2 Comments |Comment on this)
7:15 pm	Geeky Glee! You know you're a geek when the best news you receive for an entire month is that you're favorite anime is being rereleased for its ten year anniversary and you can replace all of your VHS tapes with actual DVDs. (I haven't been able to watch the beginning of the series since I was in high school.) Also, I love this new release CD of Utena music. It's weird but but upbeat and fun. Ah, J-POP, you chase away the blues away like nothing else. Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: Rondo Revolution - Utena in the Club (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 12th, 2009
12:28 pm	Baba Ganoush I have never really enjoyed eggplants. I can think of one time I've had a good experience with them. Every other time they've turned me off in all ways. They don't even sound appealing. However baba ganoush does. I think because I love hummus so much. I love the smooth creaminess and surprising contrast of the lemon. I love the aftertaste of the garlic and the smell. I think I want baba ganoush to be hummus part two, and I want to give eggplants any chance I can to like them. I really dislike disliking food. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: full (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
11:07 pm	A Really Big Meme From the undeniably excellent uselessmarks Rules if you want to join the Collective: Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile." I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity. Update your journal with the answers to the questions. Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions. ( Read more... ) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, November 6th, 2009
1:16 pm	A Drabble The fact that this is entirely random amuses me to no end. ( Read more... ) You can make your own here: http://prillalar.com/drabbles/ Current Mood: amused (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 26th, 2009
12:07 pm	Writer's Block: Yes, offense taken If a friend or relative makes a racist or homophobic remark, do you tend to confront them or let it slide? Are you more likely to confront them if it offends you directly or someone else who seems reluctant to speak up? View 1575 Answers I once dated a transgender woman. My brother and father constantly referred to her as 'it.' Even now if we talk about her they will refer to her an 'it.' Just thinking about this bothers me. I called them on it every time. I will continue to call them on it every time. If my family makes a homophobic remark, a racist remark then yes, I will say something. I realize it makes them uncomfortable, but I want to bring it up and make them uncomfortable. I want to talk about it and help them understand what about it makes them uncomfortable so that they hopefully get over and realize that there is nothing they need to be uncomfortable about. My family and friends, fortunately, have never made racist remarks, but just the same there is no comfort zone for racist remarks. On an interesting note, I think the title of this writer's block is unique. "Yes, offense taken." It assumes that people would speak up. While I would and many people I know would. I'm certain that some people would not. It's hard to speak up, especially against your family, and if you yourself are gay or even just uncomfortable tense situations that racism can cause then you may not be likely to speak up. It make well be easier to speak up to your family. You see them everyday. However, speaking up to your friends is hard, and they're not related to you. They're less likely to forgive you. Being brave and doing the right thing is sometimes difficult and the younger you are, the harder it seems to be. Anyway... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 21st, 2009
10:44 pm	Baskin Robbins It Ain't For the record, corn-flavored ice cream is not good. It's like an attempt at vanilla that crashes into a tree. Chocolate doesn't help. I'll take my corn warm. I'd add that I want it cob-shaped except that they did that and it didn't help. I have to say, this year has done nothing to improve my luke-warm feelings for corn. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 18th, 2009
9:57 pm	Writer's Block: Bucket list If you found out you only had six months left to live, what would you do with the rest of your life? Do you have a "bucket list"? Submitted By prototypic View 1312 Answers A prayer to Saint Christopher, and I'd be on the road again seeing the world. I don't know why, but I always see "the road" in terms of red and yellow, deep, rusty reds and turmeric, ocher and curry yellows. The reds form the road and the yellows create the background. They look thick and palpable. They look drinkable in my mind. "Travel" on the other hand, is a word of deep blues and purples. It has the feel of dust motes floating in the sunlight in an ancient cathedral. It almost has same feel as word "religion" in its color. Alas, I've gotten off topic. I thought maybe I'd stay with my family and just live life like I always have. I've traveled a lot. I've had a lot of experiences, but I don't think I could. I'm a dusty, runaway road dog at heart. Even if I know I should stay, I'll be gone the next day. I'd send them postcards and letters and I'd send them gifts. Or I want to think I would. I'm not very good at staying in touch beyond an e-mail now and then. I suppose if I was dying I would make an effort to send them letters. One for everyone, letters from a dog on the road. As for location, the world is so big sometimes. I think I would go to South America though. I've always wanted to be fluent in Spanish, and I've wanted to follow the path of Che Guevara. I could follow those dreams, I suppose. Current Mood: lonely (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 15th, 2009
12:33 pm	Writer's Block: Happy go lucky Do you believe some people are more fortunate than others or do you think people create their own luck? In your opinion, are some people cursed? View 888 Answers As a child I always thought my dad was cursed. He was forever losing money and we were entrenched in a rotten neighborhood in suburban America despite the fact he had a job that should have given him more than enough money to be comfortably well off. My mother brought in extra money as well, but we always seemed to bleed money from one orifice or another. My brother and I both grew up under the impression that we were living from paycheck to paycheck. As I grew up I just realized that he simply made poor decisions a lot. He never seemed to understand that he didn't need a new car, that he should hold back on something, and it makes me sad to realize that now. I worry about him as he grows older and needs or wants to retire. Heroes aren't always so heroic as the day goes on. However, comparatively people have always told me that I am very lucky. They tell me I've been lucky to travel so much. Luck has nothing to do with it. I've never gone anywhere because someone plucked me out of the masses and said, "You've won a trip!" or anything so divine. Every single trip I've gone on has been because I have been dedicated to wanting to go, so I done something to ensure that I would get to do so. Determination, not luck. Current Mood: annoyed (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, October 12th, 2009
12:29 pm	Bicycles in Love My first poem in...a really long time. Behold the awful! ( Read more... ) Okay, maybe short story would be better suited to this piece of junk since I never actually got to the part where they're bicycles but I got it out which I guess counts for something. Oh well, rework pile. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 10th, 2009
4:09 pm	The Scent of Rolling Dark Clouds I was walking through the foreigner's store in Itaewon and I picked up a plastic bag. Coffee I thought and I squeezed it, the contents dark and shifting. I smiled and brought the bag up to smell it, a small indulgence in the day. Somewhere in the back of my mind thunder rumbled and I could see rainstorms rolling over a parched savannah. Baobab trees stretched upward toward the rolling lightning and huge drops spattered into the cracked dirt on the landscape in my mind. I flipped the bag over: Kenya Tea 8 lbs. I smiled and suddenly I felt like I knew where the rains of Africa lay stored. I imagined the land parched until somewhere in the heavens a benevolent goddess brewed herself a cup of tea and then the sky poured open with huge drops. I wanted it, but I didn't need another bag of tea for my cupboard, especially with my time in Korea more than half over. I smelled it again and my mind exploded with dark, earthy and evocative images. My mouth watered, and I squeezed the bag again. The leaves shifted and the plastic made soft noises under my hands. I took one more sniff and placed the bag back on the shelf. I'd likely never find this bag again. This store was a desert. I saw items once and then never again, swallowed up into the backs or shelves or bought by hungry mouths and never stocked again. I didn't need another bag of tea though, especially not one so big. It will, however, be a fond memory, that scent of rolling, dark clouds. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
9:17 am	Writer's Block: The one that got away Do you believe in the concept of a soulmate? Do you think you've met him or her? Do you ever worry that "the one" got away? View 1848 Answers I do believe in the concept of a soulmate, but I don't believe that a soulmate has to be confined to marriage like this question seems to imply. I also think that a person can have several people in their lifetime who can meet the definition of soulmate. For instance, there is one person who I'm fairly certain is my soulmate in every meaning of the word, but we are not destined for a romantic ending. The world is no grayer for that fact. I think that perhaps the world is more beautiful and colored - we can look at one another in ways that lovers cannot and appreciate one another in uniquely close ways. I'm sure he and I will continue to be close. I can think of other people in my life to whom I would freely attach the word "soulmate" and not feel an ounce of regret. These people are the colors in my life, the sparkles and the joys. I'm sure I'll meet more to make a complete and worldly kaleidoscope. Questions like this...to limit our hearts...it doesn't make sense to me. Our hearts and emotions are never-ending if we hold them open. Current Mood: hungry (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 7th, 2009
9:10 am	Jeweled Warmth It sat in my cupboard for months, partially forgotten and partially lost from interest. Black teas and green teas swirled in my cup, green tea and mint, black tea leaves and milk, like a forecast. Then one day I ran out of black leaves, and my mood crashed violently, nothing suited to the delicate moment of something green. Honeybush. I bought a sample bag from Dragonwater months ago. I wasn't sure what to expect. I like Rooibos tea and I had heard the two had similarities. The open bagged wafted an entirely different scent. Rooibos always boasted a darker scent. Vanilla, and a hint of coolness, the end of the night and beginning of the day before the sun started to rise but the light had just started to peer over the edge of the horizon. Full, an image of thick and pregnant bubbles entered my mind when I smelled the bag. Small leaves spilled into my hand. I wondered if they would behave like the gunpowder green tea leaves, the so-called bullets and unfurl like small meditative movements. In the water they crowded against each and vibrated, happy little songs sending up new scents instead of words. Once in the cup, I held the tea to my nose and inhaled. Warm jewels. Diamonds and sapphires and rubies and emeralds all warm with the sun's glow, they pass my lips. I close my eyes and picture each stone glowing in the sun, shining and picking up the heat of the day. I think about stones and their preciousness, and I can't help but think about how each stone comes from a place where the locals drip with sweat. People pry diamonds from the earth of South Africa, rubies bleed from red Madagascar, sapphires slide from dreaming, great Australia and emeralds whisper the memories of the great kings of Egypt. As I sip the tea I can't think of ice. I cannot think of the stones as cold. Their heat and pulse fills me and shoots through my body, and I am warm. Current Mood: thoughtful (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 29th, 2009
1:48 am	I dreamed of 747s over geometric farms I was listening to random Joni Mitchell songs on YouTube, clicking as saw the next one, following the human habit of gathering. Gone is the need to forage through the landscape and gather food, but the instinct still remains, embedded deep within the brain, firing fiercely. I came onto a song called "Amelia" and images of one of my childhood heroes started scrolling by. Tears stung my eyes as guitar began and Mitchell began singing. I began to read the comments while I listened, thinking of how the other people had felt while listening to the song. I wondered if any of them had felt the same way as me and if any of them feel that same tightening in their chest, like having a stone in chest. I read one comment and gasped as tears rolled down my cheeks: "Surely her greatest song - we all have a favourite and this is mine. Something about that guitar, the lyrics - she was on a roll that day. I bought the cassette in Malaysia while backpacking alone in 1981. Headphones, bus windows, reckless driving, rainstorms on mountain roads to the Cameroon Highlands and Hejira in my head. I realised I'd been travelling alone too long, headed for Sydney." Sometimes I feel the keen tiredness of traveling alone. I want to turn to you and laugh and smile. I want you to know how beautiful that sunrise is and that the mountain looks like a dragon's spine. I want you to know. Yet, other times I'm so selfish. I want to keep the world for myself. I want those golden temples and green mountains. I want to fly. Current Music: Amelia - Joni Mitchell (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 28th, 2009
1:54 pm	Playing to the Audience I found a Part II to The World is Hungry and it's just as interesting the first. It's the last week of summer term. One of the things I have to do for my kids is help them memorize a summary, so this usually involves a lot of charades and drawings on my part. One of the words earlier this week was "copy" which sounds like the Korean word for "coffee." I drew several items on the board and acted out the rest. Most of the kids didn't get the coffee reference, but one kid pointed at the coffee cup, burst out laughing and pounded on his desk until tears rolled down his cheeks. It's nice to know there are other geeks out there. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 24th, 2009
11:58 pm	Randomly Just a thought to let you know I'm still here. So far I've only missed one night in writing, and I'm proud of that. The only reason I missed it was `cause I fell asleep. Anyway, here's a quick link I thought was fascinating. The World is Hungry Current Mood: sick (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 14th, 2009
1:29 am	Prompt: Trees ( Read more... ) (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 11th, 2009
2:35 am	Prompt: Are We There Yet? ( Read more... ) Current Mood: tired Current Music: WHY AM I UP SO LATE? (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 9th, 2009
2:01 am	“What did you do? Eat Mexican Jumping Beans? No,wait, they’d have to be Korean Dancing Beans. Thrill the World, she suggested. I liked idea of the world dancing as one and the fact that we would be the event’s starters was even better. I couldn’t dance though. On my best days I could barely walk. To quote a friend I suffered from something more like sustained falling than anything resembling a graceful gate. She said didn’t know the steps either. We could learn together and then sign up together. Hopefully in the time it took us to learn we could attract more people to our cause gather a hope legion of zombies to Thrill the World in October with us. I have to admit, her optimism made me smile and made me think I could do it. Then I walked into a wall and laughed at myself. What had I gotten myself into? Well, October is still months away and perhaps learning to dance will give me some modicum of grace. I just pray that I won’t fall over or mess up too badly during the actual event. (Comment on this)