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May 1st, 2007

12:16 am: Moved.
Moved.
I found this blog the other day after starting a new one. I couldn't remember the username for this one.
Anyway, the new one is prettier. The address is
http://scrabcake.blogspot.com
Yes. My dirty little secret is out.

August 21st, 2005

01:41 am: The Solution is Here
Since I stayed up to 4 am last night finishing a large fantasy novel packed with all the good stuff*, I slept in until about 2 pm this afternoon, blowing out of the water any grandiose plans I might have had for Saturday.
And being stupid, I volunteered to show up at the office tomorrow.
Liking one's job is such a double edged sword.
So, I flopped out of bed and went to the dry cleaner's. (I am trying to get a kimono belonging to a Japanese doll cleaned. The lady at the dry-cleaner's looked at it, looked at me, laughed and asked me if I'd made it myself. Then, because it was so ridiculous to have someone comming in to get such a tiny little item dry-cleaned, she called in her husband who looked at it, looked at me, laughed, and asked me if I'd made it myself.) Then, I went to a local coffee shop where I ordered a Chai, and a slice of really sugary, gooey, delicious carrot cake.
While I was eating this carrot cake, and daydreaming, and looking out the window at the people going by, I had it:
A revelation.
An epiphany.
A realization that could change the world.
I figured out a simple way to peace in the middle east. Are you ready for it?

POLYTHEISM

Think about it. There were no religious wars when people beleived in millions of Gods. Why? Because no one was challenging anyone else's gods' right to exist! People who worshipped the Egyptian pantheon didn't go and beat the snot out of the people in Babylon because they worshipped Ishtar. In fact, if you beleived in Ishtar in Memphis, you were perfectly entitled to do so. And the king of Mitani (which is near present day Iraq) didn't mind sending off to the king of Egypt for healing statues of goddesses when he was feeling under the wheather.
That's the big problem with Monotheism. We consider the belief in one god the hallmark of an advanced state of civilization, but why? What is primitive about thinking that there are multiple creative forces in the world? When you have one god who has no others before him, you open the door to fanaticism, and you make your culture incompatible with all other cultures which revolve around a different god than yours. You provide a rallying point for people's natural fear of the exotic. Why are those foreigners inferior to us? Well, they worship Allah when there is no other God besides Yaweh. Why should we go invade continent X? Because they worship gods and spirits, and it's our duty to save their souls and lead them to ONE TRUTH, and theyreblackandwewanttheirland but ONE TRUTH! We're saving their souls!
Of course, people in the middle east were still beating the snot out of eachother when they beleived in large pantheons of gods. They were just doing it for different reasons. They wanted to take eachother over. That's addressable.
It's the religious differences that make modern conflicts so hard to arbitrate, because two monotheistic religions are by definition mutually exculsive. You either have one god or the other. Only one group can be right. The other has to be converted/killed/kicked off the land. Land conflicts without religious undercurrents are pretty cut and dry. It is universally agreed, for example, that Germany and Japan should have kept their hands to themselves in world war II. There was a Black and a White in World War II.
But when both sides can be right, whose side should you take?
The world would be such a better place if Allah and Yaweh were both gods in their own right and in the same context. And we could even make the Virgin mary a goddess, and Jesus could be granted full Godhood instead of being just the nice (but snotty) side of his father. There'd be no more conflicts about who should own certain parts of Jerusalem. Mosques built on top of Jewish temples could be converted into double temples for both gods like the temple of Horus and Sebek at Edfu! And hell! We could all worship Ganesh and Vishnu, too!
Can't you just see the religious illustrations? Jesus and Vishnu holding hands, hands, hands while a faceless Muhammad looks on? Now that's utopia.

Current Mood: happyhappy
Current Music: Satan Is My Motor-CAKE-Prolonging the Magic

June 27th, 2005

09:32 pm: BASTARDS!!!!!!
Update on the below. Turns out that the city of New London Connecticut was planning on building a highrise hotel, some offices, and a Pfizer plant.
That's MUCH better.

Which brings me to today's topic:

THE WORLD'S BIGGEST BASTARDS

1) Drug companies. From Merck's shameless covering up of the research revealing that Vioxx caused strokes (this one hits close to home, as I had a grandmother who was taking it shortly before she passed away) to the mind-blowingly high drug prices that pour salt in already bleeding wounds. The CEOs of drug companies are the biggest festering pile of pus that ever crept along the surface of this planet.

2) Evangelical Christian Ministers and Cartoonists (really the same thing). In doubt their bastardliness?
Go to www.chick.com. Like the drug companies, they are constantly in the pants of politicians. They'd be ok if they'd keep it to themselves instead of trying to convert me on the street corners and on the TV and in horrendously written scifi novels. Even that would be tolerable if they would get their hyphae out of legislature.
Someone needs to invent fungicide for fundies.

3) And the prize for artistic bastardization goes to the execs of game, music, and movie companies who think that rehashing the same bleeding ideas is a good business strategy. Why take a risk on something creative when you can wait for someone else to take a risk and then knock it off when it's highly successful?!
EXHIBIT A. War of the Worlds. So many good fantasy novels out there that are begging to be dramatized. So many screenwriters, musicians and game designers who have great ideas in their heads.
So let's take a RADIO SHOW that had no plot to begin with (the whole POINT of War of the Worlds was that people in the thirties thought that it was REAL) and make a plotless film with lots of explosions which will make fat sacks of cash. THEN, let's crank out a load of sequels to original movies that did well five years ago and ride that wave for a while!
So much for art.
And also, Tom Cruise is gay.

Current Mood: happyhappy
Current Music: Stars-Lacuna Coil-Unleashed Memories

June 25th, 2005

09:16 pm: Waiting for the shit to hit the fan.......still waiting....
I did downtown on foot today, and was both blown away and a little disappointed. There weren't that many good shops (thought there would be more), but those that were good were REALLY good. I went in to a very pricy antique store (Louis XVI bedsteads and all that business), and was very pleasantly greeted by two of the clerks, even though I was wearing my ordinary street wear. I was fully expecting to be treated like a hoodlum and followed and snipped at until I left in disgust (vengefully and audibly mumbling on my way out the door that EBay has better things for less). Apparently I look like a potential shoplifter. You know, not a balding middle aged white man in a collared shirt.
If I ever get four hundred dollars to flit away on trinkets, I'll definitely go back there. See where good service gets you?
Anyway, I was heading towards Starbucks for a drink, being the corporate hooker that I am, and walked past a newspaper box. A minor headline to the side of the paper said (in words that were louder in my head than they were on the paper) "GOVERNMENT SEIZURE OF PRIVATE LAND RULED CONSTITUTIONAL".
Apparently, the city government someplace in Connecticut decided to seize some peoples houses with the intention of evicting their inhabitants, razing the places, and building a mall.
Rewind.
A *MALL*.
Not a park, like some seem to think.
A *MALL*.
The people sued (understandably), and it went to the Suppreme Court. Which ruled that local governments could indeed confiscate people's land if it was for the GOOD OF THE COMMUNITY.
Rewind.
A *MALL*
I was instantly reminded of the Australian movie "The Castle", which deals with a guy about to get evicted (and compensated. The American story doesn't mention compensation, but it had better have been offered.) so that an airline can extend the runway at the local airport. He sues (understandably).
It goes to the high court of Australia.
He wins.
In Australia, it is unconstitutional for the government to whip the rug out from underneath a homeowner. True story
Well, that's one right that Australians have that Americans don't. Australia = 100. America = 99.
*********
What really gets me about this is that no one seems to be up in arms. This is a republican appointed supreme court, and there's a congress full of republicans who could fuss about this.
Isn't preventing this crap from happening what Republicans are for? To stand up for our right to bear firearms? To own land without fearing that some wank from city hall is going to come in and give us the boot off of OUR LAND so that yuppies can shop at GAP where our homes used to be? Aren't property rights a corrolary on the theorem of small government?
Hardcore Republicans like my grandparents, who used to rail on about how Al Gore wanted to end their social security and revoke people's rights to ride motorcycles (don't know where they got that last one). should be rioting in the streets!
Maybe they're not because the definition of "Republican" has changed, and, like a company changing hands, all the employees are shuffled over to the new office without question.
Apparently, if you're not in Bush's pants, you're not a republican, and if you're not a republican you're a traitor. Any sort of ideaology aside from the personal beleifs of the president and his lackeys is out the window. People, when given the choice and a little incentive, will always say "yes, master" before they say "wait a minute...that's just not right". The White House has this figured out and we've been seeing it for the last four years.
So, the grand ol' party is pratting on about Christianity and foetuses and human vegetables, and the danger that gays present to society (riiiiight).
Let's worry about the people whose status as living human beings is not open to debate before we start treading out into the quicksand that is morality.
Time for the Republicans to put the Whore of Babylon that is Evangelical Christianity back on the seedy corner where she belongs and start representing level headed Americans again.
Time for the GOP to stop accusing the democrats of treason, because they're becomming the whinning anchorless sissies whom they proclaim to hate.
Because if they don't get their act together,
Who's going to stand up for us small government people?

Current Mood: happyhappy
Current Music: Black Hole Amizon-Intermix-Future Primitives

June 15th, 2005

08:59 pm: LIES
Alright. The tongue isn't sufficiently loosened up for one of the rambling yet ingenious diatribes that you are used to by now.
I'm writing this to make one simple statement. I am NOT drunk. SLIGHTLY tipsy, yes. Drunk=NO. My mother and sister are like "You're drunk. You should go and drink in your livejournal now! Haw, haw, haw." But I am NOT drunk.
(By 'drink' above, I really meant 'write.' But then, you're intelligent. You knew that. It was a slip of my skinny and agile fingers upon this keyboard.")
I told them that being slightly tipsy just made it easier for me to pretend that I'm drunk, but that didn't go over too well.
I would go and elaborate on the delicious explosions of sunshine and happiness that occurred within my mouth during dinner tonight: warm, chocolate spiced creamy coffee and cocoa flavoured cake following rough tasting but subtle stringbeans in hoisin sauce, which made the sides of my tongue tingle while the tip of my tongue savoured the crisp, fresh green taste of the inside of the bean. Tender but not dry chicken accompanied the beans, with coconut sauce and just a hint of lemongrass. I would elaborate on this in a long and overly descriptive paragraph.
But to do that, I'd have to be drunk.
And I am not drunk
So there.

Current Mood: awakeSOBER
Current Music: Ladytron--Flicking your switch. At least, I wish.

May 17th, 2005

02:02 am: Primal Scream
Ok.
The following is a primal scream.
AHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKKHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGARRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKGGGGGGGGGGGGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBBBBLOODY-F**KING-HELL!
This is followed by an exclamation of every bad word that I know. (And that's a whole lot of bad words.)
Thank you, and goodnight.

Current Mood: crankyCranky+Depressed==Crapressed?
Current Music: Sugar Rush -Astral (original name) Injection

May 15th, 2005

03:13 am: Another drunken escapade.
Well now. I've been working on the genetics final all day. (At least since the time I got up at like uh...three...)Hey, when it's a blanket of grey outside and my room is frigid, I think "hmm...it's warm in my bed and cold out here. I think I'll get in bed to warm up" and then I open my eyes and it's like 3 in the afternoon. Damn. Well, I got up and worked on said genetics final. I hate take home finals because they always make them harder than they would an in-class final. They make them so that you have to think and be creative on every answer instead of just reiterating stuff from the lecture slides. Which reminds me...oh well. Lost my train of thought there because my macaroni was out of the microwave (which I managed not to set on fire this time. Stupid $20 microwave burns tender and moist macaroni like kindling wood.)Man, I really sound like a hick here. Sorry about that.
So, I finished answering pointless questions about two-hybrid screen, which you use to detect two proteins that bind to eachother by attatchig to a DNA binding site and an activating site of dna....which naturally bind to eachother to start duplication of dna. Except when you fuse stuff to them, the stuff you fuse to them will start transcription based on how well the two things you fuse to either end bind to eachother. Four out of ten questions finished, and it's due monday. Hopefully I can drag myself out of bed tomorrow by a decent hour and finish the bugger. Anyway, after that, I went to the grad centre bar with some friends (same friend I was professing my love to in grammatically incorrect German in the last post) and drank up to where I was feeling pretty tipsy...and I was like...gee...I wonder what I would feel like if I had another drink. So I did. And I drank it waaaay too fast. So now I am here writing this "train of thought" journal entry.* Notice how I only write when I'm smashed. One day I'll write when I'm sober and it will be all boring and formal, but still well written, except it will be like one of those scientific papers which I have to read in genetics, which read like the author was thinking "let's explain this in the most complicated way possible and not put two words together without making a cute acronym out of one of them". Will you beleive that there is a chromotography method called "MudPIT"? Stupid biologists trying to be cutesy. There's also a gene named "sevenless" with a gene in the same pathway called "son of sevenless." Haw, haw. Get it? It would be too much to ask for them to name each gene after what it did. No. God knows what the gene "sonic the hedgehog" does. The name is just a reflection of what some bored biolgist was wishing he could be doing instead of cleaning test tubes. When you spend that much time monitoring the protein levels in cells, it's hard to maintain a sense of humour.
The way the spelling of humour comes naturally to me reminds me: I was in the shuttle on the way home and said hi to the driver and was like "Hey, mayyyte." and he replied "Did you just call me mate?" and I responded "Yup, mayyyte". Gee. It's as if he had never heard a faux-stralian speak before. Hahaha.
I try to be like Sydney Carton when I'm drunk...drunk out of my head, but still somewhat aware of what's going on, and still intelligent. Sydney Carton. Oh my god. I love him so much.
Damn.
Anyway, this whole post is going to be like a little treasure chest to me when I wake up, because unlike Sydney-habibi, I have no clue what I said. I'd like to see my future self read this sober. It would be highly amusing.
If you didn't have the patience to read through this, you missed my attempt to explain advanced experimental techniques in genetics while drunk (Somehow it's still more clear than the professor's explanation. I wish everyone in Bio 150 whatever could read this and see the light) , and my confession of everlasting love of Sydney Carton. Bet you'll go back and read it now, eh?
PS. Sydney Losstarot, my icon, is a sexy lot of pixels.

*The train of thought was at the station...and I missed it because I have to be at least five minutes late to everything.

Current Mood: highHOTDAMN
Current Music: Kothoga--DJ Lash

May 8th, 2005

07:16 pm: Music: Why must it be so painful?
Today's topic: "Music: why must it be so painful?"
On the insistence of a friend, I decided to go to Yahoo Launch and watch some music videos....heck, I only have to study for a Virology test that I ABSOLUTELY-MUST-PASS (so it's not like I had anything better to do).
Granted, my tour-de-top-forty was a little biased, but I USED to think the top forty was terrible.
Now I realize the truth. You see, five+ years ago, when I was of the top forty listening age, music was merely mediocre. It was bad, but had a tune. It tried not to tread on anyone's toes.
FAST FORWARD: Now, the top forty, as if not happy with being only lame, ACTIVELY SUCKS. It goes out of its way to make your ears hurt deep inside. It makes that lady in Uzumaki who tried to destroy the spiral in her inner ear not look so spiral-crazy.
Case-study:

Hollaback Girl (Gwen Stefani)- I was expecting to sort of like this one since I really liked No Doubt in highschool (before they lost their sense of humour in return of saturn). Man. This song HAS NO TUNE. I was expecting at least a chorus, but it is painfully tuneless. And furthermore, Gwen, you are not black. You are the very pinnacle of *NOT*BLACK*. And what's with the cheerleaders singing about *Bananas*? Nothing slightly relevant, I'm sure. Remind me to add this to my list of dumbest songs EVER. Right next to Beautiful Stranger.

Harajuku Girls (Gwen Stefani)-Slightly less craptacular than the above. At least it has a tune. Even if the lyrics consist of Gwen talking about how her boyfriend bought her some Japanese fashion and how she likes it and how she wishes she could afford more (suuure she can't afford it). This is a new level of inane, folks. And she pronounces harajuku (Hair-uh-joo-koo). And despite her apparently fervent wishes, GWEN STEFANI IS NOT JAPANESE, EITHER.

Do Somethin' (Britney Spears)-Have you ever wanted to see britney drive a pink hummer through the clouds and sing about it?
Me neither. And I hope to never hear it again. The bar has just been lowered. Thank you, Britney. Again, absolutely no tune. Britney can't rap, but she shows us in this song that she CAN squeak and squeal. Heinous.

La Tortura (Shakira)-Watching this was La Tortura, but it was probably the best one I watched. Actually had a tune. Not a memorable one, but we give points for the basics here. This harks back to the good old days of mediocrity. I'm absolutely fascinated by how she can move her thighs and bosoms like that...it's like a "Machine or Sumthin'."

So unless machines do it for you, avoid this one.

In conclusion, I think that the escalation of pure suckage in music has coincided with the rise in lawsuits against downloaders. The suckage of music is why a lot of people download in the first place. I can't count how many albums I bought because a mediocre song on the radio hinted at better things on the album. I think that Cary Sherman and the RIAA are masochists who are innerly wishing for their own demise.
So I'm going to do my part to give them their wish...now where did I stick the exec. for that bit-torrent client?

Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Sonar Blow Job--Kraftwerk

April 24th, 2005

02:03 am: A Person who Should be Remembered.
So, it's spring weekend, and I'm plastered, after 2 vodkas and one amaretto sours, and a boatload of kosher wine for passover. I'm not jewish, but a christian catholic anglican mutt who had passover this year since my previous passovers have involved bastardized interperetations by Utah sunday school teachers. Jesus, that's a mouthfull. Let's see how well I can string together a sentence. When I am drunk, I have verbal dihorreah even though some of my words don't come out right.
A snapshot of right now: the wind is howling outside and whistling in my window, grr has his head sticking out of the water, and my room is a friggin' mess because I've been working this week and like to toss stuff on the floor when I work.
As usual, I'm going to blab on about politics. This week's fascination being the protests in china against japan. Junichiro appologised, which is fantastic. Good on him. May have been self serving, but the Chinese need to get on with life. Their own country has done far nastier things to them, or if not nastier, things to rival the things the japanese did (which were plenty heinous. You read about these things and start to loose faith in the goodness of mankind...but if Anne frank can beleive that people are basically good, then I suppose I can, too.)
I'd like to mention on this passover, Chiune Sugihara. You don't hear about this ever. I thought it was really interesting when it was mentioned during our seder. Chiune Sugihara was a Japanese diplomat for lithuania who was faced with Jews trying to leave the country because of the Nazis. Even though the Japanese and Nazi governments told him not to, he issued visas for Jews to escape from Japan. He saved THOUSANDS of people. They went to Kobe and Shanghai from there.
During a time when the Japanese were guilty of massacre and horror upon horror, and alied with the Nazis, whose crimes were just as dark (and on a more massive scale), he was a light in the darkness.
There is in fact, a basic goodness in mankind. Maybe when we are thinking about all the bad people in the past, we ought to remember the good ones, too. I read about the Japanese diplomats visiting Yasukuni shrine where the soldiers of wwii are enshrined, along with the war criminals like tojo.
Everyone is up in arms because Tojo and other criminals are burried there, but perhaps ordinary people go there to remember their ancestors who were basically good and just fought for their country.
It's people like Sugihara who should be enshrined and remembered. And all the people whose names we don't know who were the best parts in the worst of times.
By the way, if anyone would like to know about the general attitude the Japanese people had towards attrocities in China, they should read Blind Chinese Soldiers by Hirabayashi Taiko. It's like when something horrible happens, and everyone else is so indifferent and you are distraught, and even more so because no one else seems to care.
oh, god. Time for me to have something to eat or go to bed because I'm waxing extremely melodramatic here.
Guten Nacht, My sweets.
AND OH YES, I GOT DRUNK WITH ANONYMOUS BELOW WHO IS THE SHIZZZZZZZZ. ICH LEIBE DU, ANONYMOUS. SMACK! SMACK!

Current Mood: drunkdrunk
Current Music: Nothing Better-The postal service.

April 13th, 2005

09:51 am: A Dialog Between Japan and China
I should be studying for an exam now. But I think I'm going to post this and then take a nap, seeing as how I'm running on empty right now in the sleep department.
I've been reading about the conflict between the Japanese and Chinese that's been comming to a boil of late. Over textbooks(and islands, and a particularly nasty past) Oh well, I guess the trojan war was started over a woman (and women were of negative value in greek society). So, I've summarized the conflict below in an easy to understand dialog.

China: We feel impotent. People are restless. I know! Let's have a party and trash Japan! What can we use as
a theme for the party? How about the Rape of Nanjing in Japanese textbooks!
Japan: Hmmmm. Our place of honour at the top of China's shitlist isn't as stable as it used to be.
What can we do to piss off the chinese?
China: Don't you dare deny the Rape of Nanjing!
Japan: The rape of Nanjing?....Uh....What?
China: Germany had the balls to appologise and pay reparations to the jews!
Japan: Uh, we have appologised and you guys agreed that we didn't have to pay you reparations!
China: You didn't say it like you meant it.
Japan: Let's talk about something else....All your islands are belong to us.
China: Don't you change the subject! A new generation wants to hear you say how sorry you are for the
horriffic events that happened sixty years ago! And those are OUR islands!
US: Play nice, asians!
China
/Japan:Yeah, you should talk, gaijin. Let's hear about the American Indians. What exactly happened there?
US: Hey, we're America. We can do what we want!
Japan: If you hadn't tried to colonize us (or china), we would not have been trying to smack down Asia
sixty years ago!
China: And we'd still have a Mandate of Heaven. Damn. Those were the days...

Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Current Music: Naked Sun--Synaesthesia
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