scaly

As couple of my friends note amused, I become rather uncomfortable when reminded of certain textures. Scaly is probably one of my least favorites.

Maybe it's because it's 4:38 in the morning and I'm not in the clearest state of minds, but I'm rather awed by how the Latin word for scaly, squameus, really captures in sounds the hair-raising vile qualities of the texture.

Music Now

Starfucker's Reptilian album-- kinetic, exuberant, electro-pop fun

But who am I kidding. The album that will on non-stop rotation this weekend is

Reading List

Whatever absolution from anxieties I found after receiving my acceptance letter has now been replaced by corrosive feelings of self-doubt. Neurotic as it may be, I'm already feeling pressured.

I think I need to make for myself a comprehensive reading list to tackle before starting graduate school this September.

Would love any input.


(And, as an update, I think it's 98% likely that I'll be at Stanford next year. Both exciting and frightening.)

A request

n: can we please get arrested

at least once

you are the obvious choice for someone to get arrested with

Settlers of Canaan

J* : whats up with you?

me: procrastinating reading Latin poetry by reading Korean poetry

played a game of Settlers of Catan earlier with some friends

J*: hahaha

i've never played that

but i always think its a zionist game

like

Settlers of Canaan

me: I think a part of me just fell in love with you

the expanse

잃어버렸습니다.
무얼 어디다 잃었는지 몰라
두 손의 호주머니를 더듬어
길에 나갑니다.

돌과 돌과 돌이 끝없이 연달아
길은 돌담을 끼고 갑니다.

담은 쇠문을 굳게 담아
길 위에 긴 그림자를 드리우고

길은 아침에서 저녁으로
저녁에서 아침으로 통했습니다.

돌담을 더듬어 눈물짓다
쳐다 보면 하늘은 부끄럽게 푸릅니다.

풀 한 포기 없는 이 길을 걷는 것은
담 저 쪽에 내가 남아 있는 까닭이고

내가 사는 것은 다만
잃은 것을 찾는 까닭입니다.

길 (윤동주)

Man loves tractor

"But it [One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich] tells a story about little people trapped in a merciless political machine in a way that lifts its high above the level of the average Soviet "man-loves-tractor" school of literature." Marvin L. Kalb in the introduction to Ivan Denisovich.

I am beyond intrigued by this Man-Loves-Tractor School of Literature.

My thoughts on Ivan Denisovich: A monotonous book whose intentional achromatism efficiently exhibits the pathetic depths of resignation, exposing perhaps more of the inhumanity of Stalinist Russia than any melodramatic epic could

My mother

me: Mom ... you're not praying that I'm going to get rejected by the rest of my schools, are you?
Mom: How did you know?
me: ...
Mom: Please tell me Chicago rejected you.

Timeline of being 24

January 28, 2011

12:00 EST Turn 24.
12:01 EST Celebrate with absurdly delicious Belgium beer (whose name I can't remember due to good times held) from Vol de Nuit in the West Village
2:01 EST Head over to Little Branch
2:34 EST Drunk-- muddled cider
3:33 EST BCD Soondooboo in Ktown. I think I'm biologically wired to return to 32nd street during nocturnal hours in New York.
5:00 EST Get on a LIRR to Jamaica (ugh)
6:00 EST JFK (ugh)
7:00 EST Virgin Airlines transcontinental flight = snooze
10:30 PST Hello sunshine, hello California.
11:14 PST In-N-Out, how I love you so.
12:08 PST snooze some more.
3:28 PST Macarons and tea at Jin's Patisserie. Kept in company by Carlos Fuentes.
4:17 PST Vintage shopping on Abbot Kinney
4: 24 PST Man at vintage store compliments my sailor dress. Beam in pride.
4:36 PST Shoes!
5: 17 PST Angel City Books-- H.D.'s The Gift, Evelyn Waugh's Scoop
6:42 PST Sunny Blue Omusubi!
7:19 PST Force my captive to watch Jersey Shore.
8:14 PST Snooze
9:34 PST Gjelina Restaurant, superb
9:49PST Littorai Pinot Noir, fantastic
10:14 PST Blood orange gelato, yes!
11:59 PST A perfect birthday?

February 1st, 2011
7:37 EST "I am delighted to inform you that the Department of Classics at Stanford is offering you admission to the Ph.D. program with a full fellowship package."

24, you're too good to me.