Thursday, February 25, 2010

My Eerie, Scary, Weird Story of the Day

Before I begin... this story won't make sense without a little background info.

1. If you don't already know, I am a huge fan of Beat poetry. Kerouac and Ginsberg are two of my favorite writers/poets of all time.

2. I am in a playwriting class, and we were asked to bring in a source of inspiration. I brought in the poem "Sunflower Sutra" which is one of my favorite poems of all time, written by Ginsberg. It's about Ginsberg and Kerouac sitting around one afternoon talking about life and beauty and shit.

3. We were then asked to construct a scene combining elements of some of the inspiration pieces people brought in. I considered the idea of writing a scene about these two disgruntled men; I considered writing a play based on the Sunflower Sutra. It would be brilliant. I never wrote the scene, but it has stayed in the back of my mind, begging to be written.

Yes, I had said to myself, those weeks ago, "I'm gonna wait til we get our one-act assignment, and then I'm gonna write a play about Kerouac and Ginsberg, and it's gonna be friggin' awesome."

That was, until the scary thing happened.

4. Our book for playwriting class is called The Playwright's Guidebook: An insightful primer on the art of dramatic writing by Stuart Spencer. It's very interesting and helpful.

Then I got to Chapter Six: "Event."

Chapter Six begins like this:

"In my college course a student, Kate, was trying to finish a one-act play based on Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg. The play was a fictionalized account of an encounter between the two men in the early 1960's, when Ginsberg's star was continuing to rise but Kerouac's had fallen sharply. At this moment, Allen has come to visit Jack in the Long Island home of Jack's mother, where Jack has been living and drinking himself into oblivion... ...Kate was ready to bring the play to a conclusion and expressed concern over just how she was going to do that. 'I don't really know what happens at the end,' she said. 'I haven't figured that out yet.' "

What. The. Fuck.

A college student named Kate is in a playwriting class and decides to write a one-act about Kerouac and Ginsberg.

Eerie, no? Who is this time-traveling author and how did they get this published?

And you know I couldn't have come upon that chapter before I had the idea for the play, because that would require doing my homework ahead of time!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

David Sedaris Delivers a Pizza

I forgot how much I love this sketch.

Monday, February 22, 2010

That is SO New York

What's the perfect day?

Here's a good idea of mine:
Ramen restaurant, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a snowy Central Park, and coffee. It was probably the most brilliant day in a long time, and definitely is SO New York.

Currently reading:
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Welcome to the Monkey House
.....your mom.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Higher and higher and higher

There are so many wonderful things that I want to write about in great depth and detail...
And I don't know how to say it. Rather, I can't say it, really. Not yet.

But I'm happy. I'm really, really happy. In a way that I can't say I've ever been before. And it's the most bizarre feeling ever.

"Connected". That's a good word.

To what, you ask?

I can't yet tell you. Not yet.
"It's the way I see everything I need, it's the way to be;
Let this be our little secret, no one needs to know we're feeling higher and higher and higher, higher and higher and higher."
-Little Secrets, Passion Pit

I may have broken some rules.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Words is in the improvements, say me you

I've got the most brilliant idea for a short story!

The inspiration came to me as I was talking with my friend about the Korean language. I'm always trying to learn, and then he said something in a funny way and I joked that his English was getting worse as he spoke more Korean.

But it gave us the brilliant idea for a story. So the concept of romantic interest between two people who don't speak the same language is nothing new, but what if they both spoke English and the guy spoke something else as well, and due to some bizarre (magical or medical) circumstances, his English slowly starts to deteriorate and he can speak and understand less and less of what she says over time? Eventually his English will completely disappear and they won't be able to communicate. What happens then?

The concept is a little Flowers for Algernon-esque right now, but different. The significant thing is the idea that they can communicate perfectly at one time, but his once brilliant vocabulary slowly begins to dwindle until he can only rely on his other tongue's brilliant vocabulary, the one the girl can never understand.

Yeah. I wanna write that sunufabitch.

It's like, "No, you no talk pretty one day."

I'm also going to compose a multilingual musical, and every number/character will be in a different language (haven't decided which yet)

Thursday, February 11, 2010

How to Deal with a Blizzard

If your school gets canceled for a day due to snowpocalypse, and you should stay in, get work done, drink some hot tea... what do you do instead?

That's right. Brave the storm and spend all day running around town in freezing weather.

So the tribe and I decided to gather (as we usually do) and go in search of food (again, as per usual here.) Yup, rather than stay in bed, I spent my free day shivering and running and waiting for trains that shed gallons of icy water whenever they pulled into a station. And, I managed to get some blog footage in. Here's the real blog... and then, further down, there's all the footage I couldn't include because I hang out with weirdos.

AAAAAAND here's all the inappropriate goodness I couldn't put into a school-sanctioned video...

Sunday, February 7, 2010

One of those moments

I'm having one of those moments.

It's one of those moments where you stop thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow and next year, when you stop living in the future, and realize that right now is what you always wanted.

Right now is what I've always wanted.

And there are many more moments that I've always wanted, and I'll get them eventually. But right now is one of those many moments.

I'm drinking tea and listening to Kaki King. I'm wearing something that looks like Diane Keaton circa Manhattan era. I'm in a college dorm room in New York studying something that makes me happy. It's cold outside. I have lots of wonderful friends who aren't yet tired of me freeloading Metrocard swipes off them. The song has changed and now it's Sleepyhead by PassionPit, so that's awesome. Sure, my desk could be cleaner, and I could be finished with my paper by now (I've only sort of started, and it's due tomorrow) but this is one of those moments where I have to stop living in what's going to happen and relish what's happening now.

(I do, however, want a nose job, in other news. But that's for another day.)

And oooooohhhhhhmigod I have so much work to do. It's really startling. What a stressful semester.

I have so much to be envious of my friends for! One of my best friends is in Amsterdam, another of my bests is getting a majorly hot body through dancing and sensibility. Eventually I hope they both move up here and get a damn apartment with me already.

Saw Next to Normal tonight. I could do what she does.

Ok, time to stop procrastinating and get down to work!
Me sportin' the fingerless gloves. Aw yeah. (They do absolutely nothing for my fingers in 20º wind chill)

I made a picture for my desktop-- it's a collage of a bunch of women who inspire me, whether I aspire to look like them or sing like them or simply make art and do something original like they do. This is one of the photos from the collage
Kaki King, and though I don't have any goals oriented towards mastering the guitar like her, I want to make something original like she does daily. Also she's super super fierce and I don't even like using the word fierce.

K, this is about ten times longer than I planned. Time to go write a paper, study Kanji for a quiz, write two pages of Japanese, memorize a song, plan my work schedule for the week, and still get in my daily hour of Kindle love...

Thursday, February 4, 2010

A blog for the ages

This photo is kind of old, since it's from my first anime convention (en route to Kansas here) but it's a good photo to describe how I'm feeling lately. Please ignore my forehead, which looks like that of Hobbes.

Sometimes I have to learn how to say why I can't give my Japanese presentation that day.

God of Carnage was pretty cool. I don't remember who the actresses were alongside James Gandolfini and Jeff Daniels, but one of them was good and the other was meh.

While choosing a name for my Kindle, I typed in "Phineas" while my iPhone thought I meant, apparently, "Ojibwas." ... Seriously, phone?! WHAT THE HELL IS OJIBWAS??

Oh, and I settled on Isolde. My biffle's kindle is Tristan.

FUNimation makes the official twitter cast announcement! Check that shit out yo!

I need a real big update with lots of words. This is a filler. Dear family and friends, I must try to remember to put on a happy face, because no one likes a whiny little emo kid.

There's a segment of our situp songs in dance where the awful indie-boy singer goes "if you have problems, why don't you go solve them" and I want to yell WELL good thing it's just that simple, you indie singer who thinks it's hip to fall off the pitch! You do that.

put on a happeh fayse

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Dear Kate,

You should not be looking at this blog. You should be

A) Writing that damn student blog already.
B) Making a video for student blog.
C) Memorizing your hugeass long monologues in Japanese.
D) Working on Strawhats material.
E) All of the above.

...And if I'm not doing any of those, I'm most likely watching horrid Korean dramas with gorgeous pretty asian boys. Yeee!