just_ragamuffin

hahaha


i feel like watching back to the future.

i went to a wedding with my brother today. it was for one of his ucla coworkers. the service was really sweet but my brother and i both had this strange momment where we felt like we were in Napolean Dynamite. they had this children's choir with cheesy keyboard music and most of the service was either in vietnamese or uninteligable english. i loved it. now i gotta go do some homework and digest all the champagne, steak, AND samon I ate.

shout out to all my homies out there.

Peace out.

Rumsfeld was booted off the island!! woop woop.

This fuck is mostly to blame for all the katrina fuck ups. He basically shifted all our defense efforts on the war in iraq and none on homeland security. That's why the canadian mounties were there to help our citizens in New Orelans before Fema even got there. There is no excuse for that. Our government was to incompetent to even get clean water out there for Katrina victims to drink. NO AMERICAN CITIZEN SHOULD EVER DIE OF THIRST.

Anyway, let's hope Nancy Pelosi and all these democrats now in the senate and the house can make some serious changes happen.

peace out

OK get this, for our first assignment were writing a poetry explication on a silvia plath poem, and it's not just any poem it's a crazy nazi father hating oedipal complex ridden nightmare poem.

Daddy
Daddy
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time---
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine,
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been sacred of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You----

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two---
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

---What a crazy poem, she was a cazy woman...just crazy. My teacher must be equally crazy to have picked this for our first assignment. All the poems were studying are about family. yesterday night we got off topic and about ten people in the class started talking about the surreal momment when they found out there parents died. It was pretty weird but intresting.


Another poem I really like is a poem called Those Winter Sunday's.

Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?


I love the last 2 lines, this is sad poem but I think it's really true. Love isn't always a big hug, sometimes love is a plain lonely office where you work alone. It's a self sacrificial love he's talking about, not the traditional warm picture of a father and son playing catch in the backyard.


xoxox
peace out

I've had way to much coffee this morning, actually I think i just haven't had coffe for a while. I'M THE ENERGIZER BUNNY!

I'm done with midterms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok so yesterday I decided to make an eharmony profile, sort of as a joke but I was curious. So I spent a good 15 minutes filling out this profile and at the end a message comes up and it said that i was denied membership. They said that sometimes they find people that they just can't help out. lol. If I was really serious about it I would have been upset but I was almost sort of happy that I didn't fit the mold that eharmony.com scientists so meticuliously designed to find your "soul mate."

on another note I have a fever of 100 and a soar throat on Halloween!!!!!!!!!!!! I haven't been this sick all year. My whole life I swear I always get sick on holidays. three years in a row from 5 to 7 I had the flu on my birthday. twice on christmas I was bed ridden -too sick to open presents! WTF. And there are only a finite number of theses events in your life, what are the odds. I guess this is the karmic repercussions of faking sick so many times in k-12.

I'm going out anyway though!!!! hahahahahahahahahaha in your face universe-I'll see you in the morning.

peace out.

hollo

the third season of the office held up to my high expectations, "that's what she said.....or he said."

I hate feeling sorry for myself.

Yesterday I had fun at maya's birthday get together at LACMA. We watched some intresting shorts. tonight yael is taking me out for dinner. I'm thinking chow chrung. mmnnn. and still there is HW.....