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Current fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Manga: Alice 19th
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I just got off the phone with my friend who's far away in Brown, land of the Brunonians ... We've never been ones for the hour-long telephone conversations, so I could feel the entire time that it was different; but just being able to talk normally on the phone like we did when she was in the same city made it feel like she was a lot closer. And I promise I'll ease up on the unremitting sentimentalism. Soon. ^_^;

In other news, I've decided to tackle Ashes 5 again, so maybe we can actually have a new chapter out by summer's end. >.> That, and sinking my teeth into a good long fantasy book has gotten me in the mood for series writing instead of short stories. I'm also attempting to keep from going too far into the fantasy, and dumping them into a generalized RPG world. ^_^; Wish me luck.

one(Floatingly)arrive: (10:11 p.m.)Wednesday, August 28, 2002

I'm a little sad, I guess you could say. ^_^;;

I said goodbye to one of my best friends on Sunday night. It's only for a little while, comparatively; come Thanksgiving, all my close friends will be at home. And obviously I know the opportunities we all have open to us now, and I really wouldn't change anything even if I could. Besides, the fact that I know for certain that I'll see her again, and when, should be an indication of how much this is *not* an unbearable separation. But of course it's easy to be selfish when it comes to friends, and I still wish we could talk and hang out whenever; that I could share all my experiences with her, and hear about hers, without 3000 miles in between.

And then it seems like goodbyes are being triggered all over the place, since the first wave of college departures has begun. >_< People will be leaving at a sort of steady pace from now until the end of the month ... I even said goodbye to my friend's Japanese exchange student tonight; it wasn't a big deal since I'd only met her a few times, but even things like that are seeming to accumulate in my mind. ^_^;

But! I won't let things get to me. "Namida o miseru hima wa nai," deshou? ^_^

(Because I think in anime song lyrics when I feel down. Sigh. -_-;;)

And, incidentally. Lagaan is quite good. It really doesn't feel like four hours, though I can't say that about the rest of it -- it's quite undeniably a musical in Hindi about cricket. ^_^;; But for some reason it's immensely entertaining nonetheless. My parents are now watching it (in segments ^_^;), and I got to rewatch a few parts; I really do like the music in it. I'm considering getting the soundtrack. (Because, you know, it's not enough that the majority of my CDs are Japanese pop and Broadway soundtracks; only with an Indian musical will my music selection be complete, and my cool college persona secured. XD;;)

I'm almost halfway through the first book of the Coldfire trilogy, and it's really good. I probably won't have time for any more books before school starts, though I'd really like to read the Ender's Game series (and various other OSC books) or even, for some strange and masochistic reason, Jack Kerouac. (Particularly On the Road. Bohemian Bible and all that.) Yes, it's little things like these that I'm concentrating on, because they make me happy. :D

Neko-chan, your package arrived. A few days ago, actually. ^_^; Lili-chan, go right ahead with the email address. It's been serving as little more than a spam magnet, anyway. ^_^;

one(Floatingly)arrive: (11:26 p.m.)Tuesday, August 27, 2002

I'm feeling sentimental, and probably will be for at least the next week or so ... so beware forthcoming blubbery entries. ^_^;

I'm not really leaving anyone, since I'm going to school so close to home, so I know I don't have as hard a time of it as a lot of people. I also know that I'm *not* going to stay in touch with a lot of people from high school, because they were sort of 'conditional' friends -- not in a 'fair weather' kind of way, but that we really only talked at school, so without school there's not much to maintain the acquaintance. Sounds weird explaining it, but you know what I mean. Anyway, those people I sort of said goodbye to (not *forever*, but it may not be exaggerating ^_^;) after graduation. There are also some friends I'll keep in touch with, but can't expect to stay close to ... and then there are those who I *will* be friends with, no matter what. And I'm not really losing any of them, though of course there's the ability to talk about anything at any random time (it's sorta hard for me to just call someone up and say "I want to discuss deep issues" ^_^;;;). It's just the whole 'bigger and better things,' that's all. So I'll be sad, but I shouldn't be hopeless-sad. If that makes sense. ^_^;;

And I now have a way to bring Shakespeare's sonnets with me to the dorm. ^_^ (I don't know if you'll read this before I see you again, or even before you leave, but thanks again for letting me adopt the book. ^_^ Now when I read the lovely sonnets, I can think of you; and you can think of me when you read about slash in my book. XD;;) The book I own includes analyses and is rather large and heavy, so it wasn't really going to work. Now I just have to figure out what to do with my hardcover book of Victor Hugo poetry. T_T

Got your postcard today, Lili-chan. :D Have fun at UT!!

Happy birthday to Eric. ^_^

one(Floatingly)arrive: (07:30 p.m.)Saturday, August 24, 2002

Interesting read. Of course, being an mp3 h0 myself, I'm obviously more than glad to find something vaguely official that supports my position. But it does make lots of sense.

Random insights on writing come from various areas of current reading material. The first is from The Eleventh Draft, a collection of essays by former professors and students of Iowa's Writers' Workshop. One of them, by Ethan Canin, follows his discovery of the seemingly basic concept that the grand epiphany or height of emotion that defines a work isn't what you start with. It's the detail and groundworking and basic buildup that makes it work ... It's easy to get yourself thinking otherwise, when you've got the jones to create some epic thematic novel that reveals the human nature to your audience. But any writing built around the theme seems like it would *have* to become an allegory, because you're concentrating all this energy on constructing the characters and action in a manner best suited to the revelation of your One Eternal Truth. It'll give you The Scarlet Letter rather than an actual story (unless you like The Scarlet Letter as a story, in which case, um ... nevermind ^_^;;). When the climax builds from the characters and their learning and growing and response to events, it really does feel more natural. More like real life. The most moving stuff is what you can relate to, right? Even with fantasy and supernatural elements -- hopefully not *everything* is layered in meaning and metaphor, but they should either contribute to or simply decorate some actual substance. I think ideally, the trappings of fantastic fiction should be *consciously* controlled so they won't distract from -- or, heaven forbid, replace -- the development of the characters' humanity.

You see this basic issue a lot in fanfic -- the desire to skip to the payoff without the base. And the thing with fanfic is that it's a lot easier to do that, because everyone already knows the characters and situations you're playing off of ... but if the story itself is lacking for that particular situation, it feels empty. You end up with a lot of cheap hyperbolic angst. (At least, that's what I've dubbed it -- and yes, I've had an actual discussion about this. And I want more. *geeks* Neko-chan. You. Me. Coffeeshop. XD) You know, Character A is told by Character B that he doesn't love her ... and she attempts suicide/runs to another man/becomes a nun/whatever. Or there's the unsubstantiated WAFF. Yeah, I said 'unsubstantiated WAFF.' ^_^;; I mean to sound absurd when I'm talking about this, because at times I feel like fanfics have made WAFF an object to achieve -- or, at worst, to chuck at the audience -- instead of an atmosphere, a level you reach. I've gotten more warm fuzzies from individual *lines* in a well-written fic, because of what they evoke, than in a dozen "Kenshin sings a boyband song to Kaoru" creations. (Erm, no offense meant to anyone. I just don't like my fanfics with singing rurouni. @_@x) My point is, just because everyone knows the characters and *wants* the romantic get-together (often-with-angsty-prelude) doesn't mean we should ... oh, I don't know, shove it half-naked out of the muses' dressing room. X_x

Okay, next bit, from Doris Grumbach. Her essay's about a lot of things, but among them she says that it's now fashionable to write a long book than a good one, or "a wrap-around book rather than one that succeeds because of its depth." And I see her point; a lot of current mass-market bestsellers that weigh in at five- or six-hundred pages don't seem as substantial or intimidating as a classic of that length or shorter. Part of the intimidation comes from the language. But you get those old books where a page can just be charged with meaning ... though I can't agree that all long books=space-wasting prose, or that getting lost in a nice fat novel requires losing substance, or that modern published fiction marks a decline from a few decades ago ... but then again, I *am* one of those young upstarts she's probably writing about. ^_^;

The last random idea comes from Sophie's World, and really it's just to practice temperance in relation to the world under your control. Of course we manipulate people and events in writing and can sometimes seem downright sadistic; but there's no need to subject the audience to cutesy bits of irony or other contrivances or become too enamored of our divine power ... and it makes a lot more sense if you read the book, but I don't want to spoil it for the random person out there who might not yet have and still wants to. ^_^;;

My new distraction. Though it sucks up my RAM when I play. O.o

one(Floatingly)arrive: (09:53 p.m.)Thursday, August 22, 2002

Saw Signs yesterday. (That's one down on my list of movies to see this summer and, oh, a dozen to go? ^_^;) It was quite good -- kept me in suspense -- but my favorite M. Night Shyamalan movie is still Unbreakable.

Look out, I've found a new distraction ... it's even more of a pointless-clicking game than Bejeweled. Hence the draw. -_-;;

Booyaka. And here I thought we'd forgotten about him.

That's it for now. I seem to have run dry of profundity for the week. XD;; And neko-chan, did you by chance get my story? No rush on the reply; I just want to make sure it got through.

one(Floatingly)arrive: (05:20 p.m.)Wednesday, August 21, 2002

Hoy, neko-chan, I'm glad you got a room! And a double at that. ^_^ Email me your address sometime, and I'll send you mine. Hopefully our buildings are in the same area.

And ow ow OW, my left ear is having issues with not trying to heal around my earring post. The pains we endure for beauty ... (Right, Tiff? XD;;)

one(Floatingly)arrive: (06:39 p.m.)Monday, August 19, 2002

Last night at a party I got to watch Dogma, and that is quite a funny movie. Dangerously intelligent, too; which, put together, was why it was boycotted by certain churches. I liked Alanis Morissette as God; it worked without making me feel like a complete heretic. XD;; And Alan Rickman as Metatron, the sarcastic Voice of God. Also got my Phantom back (temporarily) and listened to it all the way through ... yes, during the party, and yes, parties where that's an acceptable activity are probably the only ones I'll go to in college. XD

Today was a lovely day out, spent with things I'll miss terribly come October: book-hunting at Powell's, decently priced manga at Kino's, and a dear friend. Not necessarily in that order. ^_~ I'm nostalgic, saddened, excited. (And hopefully I can remain that way even when homesickness kicks in on campus. ^_^) Interesting finds at Powell's, despite having to un-distract myself to find books I need for my classes -- some of which look like good reads -- which include a trade paperback of Marvel Comics in Japanese that includes X-Men #30 and The Illuminated Rumi, which is really really gorgeous. It's not just illustrated; the words are in and around and under the pictures, and it's so pretty. T_T It was $30, which I know isn't unusual or comparatively unfair, but since my books for school cost less than that combined, I held off. Instead I got The Essential Rumi, which will suffice for reading material. Rumi, by the way, is a Sufi (Islamic mystic) poet, and in case you don't know what Sufism is, the introduction of the book gives this helpful definition: "It is not misleading to think of the Sufis as impatient Muslims." XD;;

Volume 4 of Alice 19th won't arrive until the 20th (T_T) but I did get HanaKimi 18 for j00.

And before I go, I have to make a few comments on the news I've been reading regarding slave reparations and current goings-on Zimbabwe. The "Millions for Reparations" march in D.C. was yesterday, and in Zimbabwe white farmers have been ordered off their land and arrested if they disobey. Excuse me, can we say BULL CRAP? Retroactive compensation is not justice. And yes, I am an Asian and therefore a 'sympathetic' minority (though I would and should be even if that were not the case), and I acknowledge that slavery was government-sanctioned evil. But consider this: an article in the USA Weekend cited previous examples of reparations that included payments to Japanese-American internees from WWII and black farmers who suffered discrimination from the Department of Agriculture. The common characteristic of both cases is that the money was paid to the very people who were victims of the crimes. That argument doesn't work for the descendants of slaves who may resultantly start from a lower position here (and who arguably are given a better opportunity for having been born here than in their ancestors' native countries). Ideally, we should compensate all people who have been targeted in America's history -- the one march participant who was quoted in my local newspaper that "everyone else" but blacks have been so treated is full of crap -- but on the list of possible, and very inadequate, solutions we've got, tossing out cash isn't even near the top. Racism is indeed alive and practiced in the world today upon different kinds of minorities in different areas of life, and we should without doubt combat it at the source by working to change people's minds ... personal checks, trust funds, or even tax exemptions would be a band-aid on a bullet hole.

Admittedly, in Zimbabwe the wrong is much more recent. But "President" Mugabe has been showing the world since March that he's a power-hungry ass, so I sincerely doubt we should trust his judgment on redressing wrongs. Especially since he told 60 Minutes that all the whites in Zimbabwe are racist. >_> Thank you, Mr. Hypocrisy. Most of the evicted white farmers own only one farm and are not the wealthy colonialist oppressors the government would make them out to be, and frankly, shoving farms at people who are inexperienced at running them, just because they're black, isn't going to help the cause of justice or the millions of Zimbabweans suffering from both a drought and a food shortage. This is a case of a 'crusader for justice' who cares only for 'justice' in terms of his own special group, who gives a bad name both to the real sufferers and those who are actually trying to help.

But this wasn't meant to be negative. Well, perhaps toward the people in question, but not in general. ^_^; Yeah, things go bad, but let's try to recognize it and then do something proactive, but not bitch pointlessly. That's what my point was.

one(Floatingly)arrive: (09:09 p.m.)Sunday, August 18, 2002

So last night at a sleepover I watched Hannibal (despite never having seen Silence of the Lambs, but I was filled in on the story at least ^_^;) and House on Haunted Hill. I expected the former to scare the crap out of me ... but really it was more gruesome than anything else. And not a, shall we say, 'stylish' kind of gruesome, either ... I mean, a lot of it was just plain gross. ^_O;; Flesh-eating pigs, yeah. (And it has one CREEPY ASS ending, I say. And not in an 'ooh what's he gonna do when he comes back' way, but more like a 'you sick @&$#!' way.) The latter was more *scary* scary, but there wasn't a whole lot of shock value. What I found the worst were all the scenes that flashed back to the 30s, because they have that old B-movie feel that really creeps me out for some reason. I don't do scary movies, really; suspense is okay but horror-type flicks linger and make me feel bleah.

But, good things! It was fun, to have our last girly sleepover of the summer, revisiting the old traditions of homemade pasta (not by me ^_^;;;) and make girly talk and provide snide commentary to the movies (which weren't bad ... Chris Kattan was amusing, and Taye Diggs makes me happy ^^). And despite the depressive musings on potential roommate weirdness and pre-departure family issues and dorm bathrooms (>_________<), I do feel excitement for my friends who are leaving, as well as for myself when the time comes. I think the UW batch are going to be the last ones left in the area. ^_^; (And even though we also had some disconcerting discussion on our trigger-happy president and his Lone Ranger mentality, and the front headline of my newspaper this morning was "Anti-Saddam Activity Escalates," this is somewhat comforting. -_-;;)

So the next week or so is going to be pretty busy, but I'll be glad to see people before they head off to college land. And then I'll have to get my own self ready for school. ^_^;

one(Floatingly)arrive: (04:21 p.m.)Saturday, August 17, 2002

Have finished my short story. Go me! XD I know it took me four days, but ... hell, I'm just glad I wrote it at all. XD;;

one(Floatingly)arrive: (10:36 p.m.)Thursday, August 15, 2002

That last entry was a product of end-of-summer induced sentimentalism and too much thinking. I'd promise it won't happen again, but likely it will -- when I'm packing to leave for college, when I get to college, when college starts, when I begin to feel at home in college ... ^_^;; Everything has been reminding me of everything else lately, and back to school sales are triggering that feeling of remoteness and nostalgia that you get when you know that something is right behind you, yet permanently out of reach. (Notice how I don't seem to realize that going to college *is* going to school, even if it's far away. >_>) Anyhoo, enough of that. I should go; I'm expecting a call. ^_^;

one(Floatingly)arrive: (05:28 p.m.)Thursday, August 15, 2002