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queerbychoice) wrote2001-09-20 01:08 pm
queerbychoice) wrote2001-09-20 01:08 pm
Miscellaneous Personal Announcements
1. I have fallen in love with Nadine.
2. If I can't even get one single person to respond to my plea for pledges of self-love (two entries back), I shall go into total hibernation for the rest of the winter out of inability to face such a depressing world. Somebody please come through and salvage my sanity.
3. Q is an extremely interesting recent addition to my friends list. Everybody should go visit him. For some reason, though, all comments exchanged between him and me so far have been about sex; so next time you want to have an interesting discussion about your sexual habits, be sure to invite him, or you'll miss out on a lot. (And please invite me too, because if I can't participate in it at least I should get to talk about it sometimes.)
4. My mailbox is full of about 6 unread comments from Brenna, who I've been having a somewhat argumentative discussion with about pacifism. Brenna, I haven't read any of your latest comments yet because I haven't had the energy yet. I'll get around to it by the weekend though; I haven't forgotten. I just needed a few days' rest.
5. Since every single radio station except one on the entire FM dial is devoting their morning show to ridiculing and viciously condemning pacifists, I've now been reduced to listening to the same radio station I used to when I was twelve. It's easy listening, lots of Dan Fogelberg and Alan Parsons. It's getting a bit too much for me but you have no idea how hard it is to work on the extraordinarily monotonous task I've been assigned to at work this week unless I have some kind of noise to distract me from it. And see, this particular radio station doesn't have a morning show at all, they just play music and nothing else, and Dan Fogelberg and Alan Parsons never insult me. (They merely nauseate me a bit, when I'm exposed to such prolonged doses as this.)
2. If I can't even get one single person to respond to my plea for pledges of self-love (two entries back), I shall go into total hibernation for the rest of the winter out of inability to face such a depressing world. Somebody please come through and salvage my sanity.
3. Q is an extremely interesting recent addition to my friends list. Everybody should go visit him. For some reason, though, all comments exchanged between him and me so far have been about sex; so next time you want to have an interesting discussion about your sexual habits, be sure to invite him, or you'll miss out on a lot. (And please invite me too, because if I can't participate in it at least I should get to talk about it sometimes.)
4. My mailbox is full of about 6 unread comments from Brenna, who I've been having a somewhat argumentative discussion with about pacifism. Brenna, I haven't read any of your latest comments yet because I haven't had the energy yet. I'll get around to it by the weekend though; I haven't forgotten. I just needed a few days' rest.
5. Since every single radio station except one on the entire FM dial is devoting their morning show to ridiculing and viciously condemning pacifists, I've now been reduced to listening to the same radio station I used to when I was twelve. It's easy listening, lots of Dan Fogelberg and Alan Parsons. It's getting a bit too much for me but you have no idea how hard it is to work on the extraordinarily monotonous task I've been assigned to at work this week unless I have some kind of noise to distract me from it. And see, this particular radio station doesn't have a morning show at all, they just play music and nothing else, and Dan Fogelberg and Alan Parsons never insult me. (They merely nauseate me a bit, when I'm exposed to such prolonged doses as this.)
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It's where my head is... I like sex... and I like to talk about it a lot, too.
Now that I am NOT overwhelmed and all ready to go, I have to contend with a seriously fucked up sleep pattern and a partner whose first class is so early in the morning I don't try out of respect...
but I whine a lot about it
and think of his furry hind quarters often
um...
yeah..
About easy listening... I have been listening to all of my Carly Simon albums over and over again.
"Anticipation" is still as good as when I first heard it at 15.
ALL HAIL CARLY!
*erp*
Ryan is sending me to bed because I am all spacey. BUT I'ma gonna respond to your self-love post with 1) a poem I wrote about the subject when I was a wee lad (of yeah, it's pretty bad) and 2) support.
*sighs*
He's going to write a paper about _Things Fall Apart_.
I wanna write a paper.
(Man... that's sick, no?)
Peace,
Q
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Talking about sex is my favorite hobby. It's the one part of sex that I always know I'm good at.
Wanting to write a paper is usually sick, but if the paper you want to write is a paper about sex, than I can relate.
I read Things Fall Apart once, in 12th grade. I could have written a paper on it but it was difficult so I picked an easier book to write a paper about instead. I don't remember what I picked though. I just remember that I didn't feel like I ever quite "got" Chinua Achebe's writing style.
I haven't heard my easy listening station play any Carly Simon yet. "Anticipation" is okay but I do find its association in my mind with ketchup commercials to be a little disturbing.
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There was a period of my life where I didn't watch TV, regardless, I never saw it, but I have heard about it. (I have been a Carly fan for ten years now... as long as I have been cock sucker... 15... what a year)
anyway, heh!
*giggles*
Ryan said that he had read it in HS, too. However, all of his reading and his journey outside of the European matrix made this reading much richer since he understands the African concept of art which is much different than our European/Euro-American expectations. I am going to read it, for my first time, once he has finished it. I am SO interested. he kept making connections between this work and _Yurugu_ by Marimba Ani and _The Spirit of Intimacy_ by Sobonfu Some. *smiles*
Ok, that geek out: finished.
Peace,
Q
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I haven't got a clue yet how African art is supposed to work, except that it doesn't seem to follow any of the rules I'm used to, and so I never feel like I've really "gotten" it. If you get a good enough handle on it to explain it to me, I'd appreciate some assistance.
Re:
I would try, but I have learned that this medium makes for a lot of mistakes as, just before I met you, a friend of mine got into an arguement, chiefly, I think, because she didn't like that I reminded her that she was white. However, Marimba does an excellent job of drawing the difference.
But, basically, the whole AIM is different (because the culture is different). Imagine: Art that is not art for art's sake, art that is responsible. Art that is not simply "objects d'art" but that mean something to the person and to the people both.
It is really wonderous....
Get the books asap.
*grins*
Peace,
Q
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Oops! You're right! I am white. I guess we'd better start arguing now!
::looks again::
Hmmm . . . do freckles count for anything? I have some bits of pigment here and there . . .
Oh well, I'm pretty much aware that I'm white, these days. White, privileged, descended from slaveowners and people who committed genocide against the Native Americans, and all the rest of it. And on top of that I'm descended from the Plantagenet European royal family (kings and queens throughout Europe from the founding of the Roman Empire up until the Tudors took over the English throne over a millennia later) so my ancestors had a knack for chopping off their spouses' heads and the heads of all dissenting citizens in their countries, too. There's definitely no shortage of evil in my family tree, and the money that helped put a roof over my head during my childhood was undoubtedly inherited partly from thefts committed by my evil ancestors.
That's life, I guess.
Back to African art. Unfortunately I think the difference in art forms must be a lot bigger than you make it sound, because much of the art that I appreciate is political, meaningful art, and nearly all of the language-based art that I create is designed to communicate meaningful messages. But Chinua Achebe's art, I just didn't get. Possibly it was just him, and not all of African art (I've read a couple of other books by African authors who I understood a little better -not a lot better - but I haven't read enough to come anywhere near any kind of general conclusion about African art in general).
I think some authors just don't translate as easily into other cultures as others. I read a whole lot of Japanese and Chinese writings, and I understand and appreciate most of them, I notice some foreign aspects to them but I can still follow and appreciate what's being accomplished. But every now and then I run into one who's considered one ofthe most important authors from a particular country and I just can't make ANY SENSE AT ALL of that author's work, no matter how hard I try. Yukio Mishima is a Japanese author who I have that problem with. He's supposed to be the greatest queer Japanese author of the 20th century but I can't understand him in the least. Too much endless fussing over honor and the importance of committing suicide to maintain one's good name and reputation - it's just not a world that I belong in, somehow.