Just because you're not there...

While I'm sitting here in my cushy dorm room in my dorm accoutrements...

(I highly suspect that I live in the "minority" part of campus. I've never before seen such a big fraction of black people or Asian people in one place. The dorm section I live in the third, maybe second, worst section out of the five dorm sections. They couldn't put us in the worst because then there would be an outcry about how they're persecuting minority students. Oh, they're clever and subtle. This is a very race unfriendly school. Yep. And they wonder why all the Asian kids hang out with each other and no one else. I don't know... Maybe it has something to do with the obvious vibes of hostility.)

... there are really bad things happening in the world.

Goodbye, New Orleans. I never knew you though I always wanted to. Seemed so Tennessee Williams, and we all know Tennesee Williams was "interesting" in a Southern, gay, Vladmir Nabokov way. Hello, cholera and typhoid.

I blame global [annoying correction by someone] "climate change" again. The warm ocean is making hurricanes more severe even though Billy insists that hurricanes were severe before and will be again. That's true, but it's been a long time (more like never) since I've heard of this many "severe" hurricanes consecutively, plus that insane monsoon in India and tsunami in Southeast Asia.

You know, we never consider the nuances of problems like this until it directly affects us. Who knows. Maybe in ten years Boston and New York will be gone, underwater. Well, I suppose New Orleans was really a death trap in the first place considering how it's just a gigantic hole in the middle of the land, but undoubtedly, it's a shame.

Still, even if you want to deny global warming and such theories, there is no denying the hole in the ozone layer, unless you really believe that scientists are in on some sinister conspiracy. Just because we can't prove exactly how these climate changes are happening doesn't mean we should randomly fuck around with Earth. In fact, the unknown gives us a even bigger reason not to mess around.

A comeback in two ways.

Good morning, blog.

I am once again in this big, giant, hellish Sodom, continuing to confirm my theory of: "If you don't go Ivy (or Ivy-esque) then don't go at all." More like... state universities suck ass because mediocre intelligence in pompous, trashy young people is not becoming.

I do not have hot water in my dorm. I pay more than I would have paid to go to MIT to live in this dump in a dump of a town. Of course, they have to charge us a zillion dollars to maintain their glorious little honors college so their wonderful little in-state honors students can go to school for two dollars. Literally, there is no financial aid here. Just ask my roommate who is having trouble making tuition.

Ah, but I'm a sophomore with junior standing who is finishing this year. One. More. Year. That is the only thing keeping me going.

I really prefer living at home with my animals and my healthy food which is not slop fit for pigs.

The American university system: another way they're cheating you of your dollar.

Detox.

Today is my last day at the lab.

You'd think I'd be happy after all those months of working every single day like real people do. You'd think I'd be looking forward to my week of vacation before stupid, sucky school starts. Well, I am, but I'm also going to miss my lab so much. What am I going to do without my Brazilians?

All right. I'll cut to the chase. I'm going only vacation for a week from work/school as well as Blogger. It's a much needed break after our intellectual frollics through the forests of political, social, and silly issues. I'll tell you this, I really could use a break from such fucktards as jarek. Actually, he's the only fucktard. Hmmm... says a lot about him.

So I bid you all "see you later" with my illustration of jarek eating ice cream.



Expect me back around the 29th.

Here, kitty kitty kitty...

I side with the tiger. What kind of dumbass sanctuary sells out their tiger by using it as a photo op? And what kind of dumbass girl would stand next to a tiger thinking she was perfectly safe? They had it coming. Poor tiger. He had to die because people are too dumb to realize that tigers are not housecats and definitely not toys.

Indiscriminate crap.

China's far-western Xinjiang is home to minority Muslim Uighurs, some of whom have sought to establish an independent East Turkestan state. Human rights groups have criticized China for using the U.S.-led war on terror as a pretext for an indiscriminate crackdown on Uighurs.

I laugh because it's funny.

It's the one major thing China is doing right which all countries should take note of and emulate. East Turkestan state my ass. Okay. How many freaking states do they have already? Do you really want me to grab a map and check? I won't because it would be... oh, I don't know... a billion? And now they're trying to eat Israel. Nope. China won't stand for that shit.

If we don't crack down on them, they're just going to want to take over the whole damn world. Remember how Neville cracked down on Hitler before he could go crazy and invade all of Europe? Oh, whoops.

Too horrible to speak of.

What kind of sick bastard would do this? What is the world coming to? Is there no common decency? Somebody save them.

Gomen nasai to the rest of Asia.

Surprisingly, I have very few things to complain about today. I don't think I even know what's going on anymore. I went to a three day long wedding over the weekend, and I feel like exhaustion. Note to self: the only good reason to have a Jewish wedding is that people will carry you around on chairs.

Yesterday, I read about a rare feat which basically never happens: North and South Korea had a moment of harmony where they commemorated together the surrender of Japan that ended World War II. The surrender of Japan is a big thing in Asia. There are still anti-Japan sentiments that are widespread among the population. A famous movie/pop star once walked down the street in China wearing a Japanese flag on her shirt. Yep. She got feces thrown at her.

Understandable. Consider what Japan actually did to China, Korea, and various other parts of Asia. While Hitler was gallivanting about in Europe, targetting non-Aryans as he took over some countries, the Japanese were just indiscriminately killing and raping everything in sight. While Hitler was insane and crafty about his murdering, the Japanese were just doing it the old fashioned way.

They were these horrible, calculating people who were killing in cold blood until a couple of atomic bombs were dropped on them (What happened was horrible and cruel, something that no civilian deserved in the least bit, though it may have been necessary to win the war). Suddenly, they were humble. They wanted help from the West. They were willing to comply like good little victims who were just looking to rebuild and live in peace. And now they've taken on this pompous position as the most advanced and Western Asian country.

Should I be disgusted? Yes. To turn on your own people and become the lackey of some white nations is incredibly low. There should be peace, agreement, and constant communication between the East and the West always to ensure us a world which is diplomatic and cooperative, but to play off being some second-rate pseudo-Western nation is actually superior to all other countries who aren't doing that is just bad. Stop being European wannabes. It's not very attractive.

The preservation of culture as a whole has taken a giant blow with the onset of globalization. Japan had a beautiful heritage deeply rooted in Asian values. With this complete economic, social, and spiritual surrender to the West, Japan has mangled their own culture into something quite... weird. It is both a nation of extreme customs and a nation that worships the West. It's unsettling at best since it's now "Japan-ifying" Western ideas and selling it back in forms of ridiculous shows such as Iron Chef (love it), Extreme Elimination Challenge, and Bonzai.

Japan would do well to remember their place and pay some homage to their Asian brethren. After all, they are just a tiny island nation rapidly running out of land. If size matters for anything, most Asian countries could squash it like a bug. But we won't because essentially, I think we all have the intention to aim for a future where we can all work with each other like good little kindergarteners.

So Japan, perhaps taking the protests and bitter celebrations into consideration will do you some good. If we have truly made peace, then where is all this resentment coming from? As many Asian parents have said to their Americanized children with love and despair: You are Asian; don't forget where you come from.

A Eulogy for Eliza Beth in case you die

It's Friday, and it's time for a fun post. Okay, maybe not fun, but definitely lazy. So here is a crazy poem:

A Eulogy for Eliza Beth in case you die

I once knew a girl who saw the neon blue bone
That delicately curves around the jaw line in my mind
And sharply presses against the cheeks.
Two iridescent cavities for eyes
And a cynical, smiling cage of teeth clenched behind sluggish lips.

I once knew a girl who dwelled in the back on my mind
In a mass, a clump of ancient poisonous plant,
A climbing ivy of some sort rooted in my spine,
Sipping away at my reason and shattered frenzy.

This girl once walked into the room in air of pedanticism
(Not yet sedanticism) with yellow hair near-tamed
And a innocently tie-died shirt exclaiming at me
(In my own language, nevertheless) Xi!
Double luck like at a wedding (How awkward).

This girl that I knew was the eternal fracturer
Perhaps instigator, provoker, stirrer-upper
Who held the twelve inch crowbar in her hand with the smug smile
Of one who knows too much
And brings it swings it down with an opening of the mouth
That releases fifty million pestilences.

We who are blind drop like flies amidst the din of darkness
Whilst you, Fracturer, perched like the scales of Justice
Holding a book in each hand.
Unlikely that Nabokov would be so kind as to explain
The differentiation between his mooding and moding
And explicable plotuous frantic frolics with pretty preadolescents
Which your fervid sense of smell smudges against the canvas.

What has your life become, Great Fracturer?
When the piteous states of words become the vivid ignorance of colors.
Luminosity is quite adverse when the world spins backwards,
Flips forward, rolls sideways, hops a few times on his head
And all while you gustatorily disdain their inhibitions
From your quite evident déjà vu.
Your tongue is shaped like a blade, your taste buds like feathers.

You are the magic eight ball with no regard for which way is up
And fifteen thousand facets on the pinpoint of a quill.
Broken dictionaries, crushed dried peppered fish, chicken cinnamon stick,
Clicking flash cameras instantaneous pictures, fifty four sleepovers and a hotel soap,
Soup in cat whiskers, infrared ink pens, triple bladed scissors pink cotton hearts,
Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal ...
Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal ...
Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal Trileptal ...

Reply to paraplegics: "Yeah, whatever."

There has been a drought on the news front, at least on CNN, so I was forced to look under the entertainment section to find something juicy to read. I came up with this little bit. I saw the trailer for this a couple of months ago when I went to see Howl's Moving Castle, and instantly I was turned off.

"The only explanation is that people don't want to see something about handicapped people. There is some resistance," said Mark Urman, head of the theatrical division at the New York-based THINKFilm.

Yeah, Mark's right. I don't want to see Murderball because it's about handicapped people (I also don't like extreme sports because they're trying way too hard to be cool). It's not that I don't like paraplegics. I know a paraplegic. He's amazing. Some people are afraid of him because of how much power he yields with his presence. If lab work were gambling, he'd be a high roller. I just don't want to see a movie about them being "real people."

I'm sorry if I come off un-PC, but I don't care for films like that. The reason is, I don't think we need to have movies tell us that handicapped people are people, too. This sort of attention is further instilling in us, perhaps subconsciously, the idea that most people should and do think of paraplegics differently. In fact, we think of them so differently that we need an MTV movie to tell us that they're cool and they're just like "real human beings."

That's just a little ridiculous. I know paraplegics are ordinary people that have ordinary personalities. So why would I want to see a movie about regular people playing some sport I have no regard for?

And the fact that MTV is cool-ifying them makes it even more pathetic. Paraplegics are not cool. They're everyday people who suffered something horrible. There is nothing cool about losing your limbs. They've been through all sorts of horrible things. I'm aware that paraplegics can be cool if they so choose to be, so why do we have to cool-ify it? It cheapens them to some marketing scheme playing on people's guilt that they have legs and some people don't.

I don't know. Maybe some paraplegics think it's a good thing. If I were in a wheelchair, I'd probably be pretty pissed. Just because someone's in a wheelchair doesn't make him either a freak or a cool guy. When we finally truly reach the goal of the film, which is to show "people as people," then we will have no need for such films.

And that is why I don't want to see it.

The story of how I came to hate Republicans.

There has been a general drought at The Court. This is where I admit I read Vox sometimes because he sometimes has something good to say. Most of the time, I'm there for the comments because half of them are so asinine that I have to laugh. But recently, Vox has just turned into one big giant ass.

Okay, okay. I take it back. I'm just sore because he defended Republicans, and I absolutely hate Republicans with a flaming passion.

Now, I understand Christian Libertarians aren't Republicans, but they are in no freaking way Democrats. And although I embrace Libertarianism, I don't think I embrace Christian Libertarianism because, well, I'm no Christian. But defending the disgusting Republican party is a little too much for me to take.

Let me tell you about a Republican roommate I had long, long ago last fall...

She was crazy.

That is the number one quality you have to focus on.

She wasn't stupid and she wasn't evil; she was just plain 100% insane to the bone.

A little about her background: She was one of those blue-blooded types who's family came off the damn Mayflower. Her father is one of those prominent Republicans (I think mostly because he was rich). She went to a snooty boarding school and claimed she could have gone to Hah-vard if she wanted. When her friends saw the Asian names on her roommate assignment sheet, they said to her, "Oh my God, *******. They're not going to speak English!" Because, you know, all people with foreign names don't know how to speak English. Our young Republican, avid supporter of Bush, hated Teresa Heinz Kerry because she had an accent.

Bizarre things she has said: "Guys, I wish we'd all, like, study together, like, at the same time, and go out together and stuff." Literally, she wanted us to do everything she was doing at every moment of the day. When she was in the room, everyone had to be perfectly silent so Princess could get her sleep. She woke up much earlier than us in the morning and made more loud, rude noises than an elephant.

She would constantly gripe about her father who has a kajillion kids by fifty thousand wives. He was a real hard-ass and also a real asshole. Her mom was a former beauty who now has faded and is in real denial about losing her youth.

She was not beyond blatantly stating stereoptypes about Asian people all the time even though me and my other roommate were both Asian. At one point-- well, let me tell the whole story.

There were three of us: me, Spawn of Republicans, and Good Roommate.

Good Roommate reads passage from sociology book.
Me: Yes, America tends to be more career focused than academically focused.
Spawn: When are you going back?
Me: What?
Spawn: If you hate it here so much, why don't you go back to China?
Good Roommate: She didn't say she hated it. She said it was career focused.

I have been in this country for more than thirteen years. No one has ever said that to me before. Well, I had never really met an ardent Republican before her, the crazy bitch. I was way too shocked to say anything. Now, I know white people don't want none of us here, but at least say that as a legitimate reply to some insult against America. That was not an insult. That was barely a statement.

So, in reply to Vox's post on Republicans: No, Republicans are not gay. No, they are not stupid. A lot of them may be Christians. They don't buy into the shallow glitz of Hollywood. But that does not make them good people. If the only reason to side with someone is because they blatantly show their evil bias in your favor, then you are one messed up SOB.

Some Democrats may be poor, but poverty builds the kind of character that fucked up rich kids will never have. Because of their struggles and strife, poor Democrats will sympathize with gays, minorities, and feminists, not because they're immoral and stupid, but because they have compassion, something pampered rich brats know very little about.

Of course, I think this party battle is pointless since the fatcats will always be manipulating the government every which way. It's just far more concealed than any tyrannical regime. However, they count on this divisiveness in the population so that the charade may go one.

New Link

I have a new link up, which I think many people here could tear into. It appears my formerly good readership of about five or six has gone down to one. But one is still welcome to ferociously ravage this newcomer (she is rather green to the blogoshpere). Not in a mean way; in a good natured way which we are all so accustomed to. So, without further interruptions:

Mindless Prattle

So that's what it is.

I just want to throw this out there. Wow. That explains a lot of things. I knew that some parents give their kids drinks, but that many? Personally, my mom offers me drinks once in a blue moon, if it's special, but that's because in China there's no drinking age and no binge drinking. (Plus, I'm a good kid.) You would think American parents would be aware that there's a huge drinking problem with teenagers. And you would think that would tip the off about not letting them drink...

One more energy bill, man...

I was starting a new post yesterday. I swear I was. But I had to do a protein assay, and then I had to argue with American Airlines about my mileage on the phone for an hour. In the afternoon, I had not one, but two lab meetings. Yesterday was a busy day. However, compared with my weekend, it was pretty average. I spent my whole weekend with people from the lab, most of them foreigners (Brazil, Italy, Belgium...). Sometimes foreigners are really much, much nicer than Americans because Americans kind of look at you like, "Ew, Chinese girl. Do you even speak English?" They don't have that kind of arrogance because they're in a new place which they're all properly excited about.

My recent gripe has been this whole world climate changes thing. I mean, only Helen Keller wouldn't be able to see what's happening. Hmmmm... all in this year we had: giant tsunami, massive flooding in China and India, huge and premature hurricanes in the South, and unusual heat waves throughout the country. Okay, to some of you that just plain screams Apocalypse, but to me it screams global warming.

Yeah, I'm a greenie (not the chewy teeth-cleaning dog bone). I haven't realized my greenness until recently when I found myself so outraged by the administration's negligence of the environment. I don't see why anyone wouldn't be an environmentalist at heart. It's the only earth we have, and we have to live on it. Why isn't it a number one priority? Literally, it affects everyone. You'd think more people would care. Plus, I love animals.

So Bush wants to go through some wildlife reserves for more oil which will become fuel that depletes the ozone. Wow. There are so many things wrong with that one sentence. 1.) Kill some wildlife. Yay! 2.) Dig through their natural habitats to make sure they will never be able to survive there again. 3.) Let's destroy some more ozone so we can all die by severe weather changes.

His energy bill directly threatens a fishing spot in Boston Harbor which is a habitat for many different species. Okay, there are restrictions on fishing. Bush just wants to tear up everything to find a thimble of oil because, frankly, I don't think he cares about animals or anything except himself. I can just imagine what he's thinking... "Hey! Do you think there's oil inside pandas? Let's shoot them all and cut them open. If there's no oil, new panda skin coats for me."

I swear if he takes one step towards a panda, I will shove a shoe so far up his ass it'll come out the other end, while in the process, killing him. I am so fucking serious about pandas that I will chop off anyone's penis if he so much as lifts a finger against one.

In my opinion, fuck fast cars. All car companies should be working like little elves to build affordable alternative energy cars. I don't give a shit if it doesn't accelerate fast enough. I want to see all gas cars gone by 2010. Fucking save some whales, damnit.

I don't have to remind anyone, I'm sure. But earth is a delicately balanced ecosystem. Any minor change could make it explode at any minute.

Michael Bay's Chicken Little Complex

I wrote this for the Karmaloop Blog which is supposed to be all hip and young:

Movies make us care about stuff, at least subconsciously. Didn't you have the urge to save some baby deer when Bambi's mom got shot? What about when Zach Braff in Garden State was all like, "Let me feel, Dad." Didn't you suddenly rise up just a centimeter against psychiatric drugs (not in a crazed Tom Cruise way)? At one point in life, didn't we all feel a little like Nemo with our ridiculed inadequacies?

So movies are powerful things, pretty much as powerful as books used to be. Without noticing it, they are gently nudging our brains towards forming opinions drawn from our cinematic experiences. This is why a war against Hollywood must be waged.

The epitome of Hollywood is the summer blockbuster, real popcorn-shoveling movies that pedal ideas with as much substance as Paris Hilton. But this summer's new explosion-happy blockbuster, The Island, is handled by our old friend Michael Bay, director of other classics like Bad Boys II and Pearl Harbor. In his semi-earnest attempt at an allegory in the tradition of such pieces as Brave New World and Gattaca, Bay presents to us a future where materialism (i.e. pathetic attempt at subtle product placement) and immorality runs rampant. In other words, a future where the sky is falling.

One reviewer, Kevin Carr, described Bay's film as "a beer commercial version of Logan’s Run for the lobotomized." Er, I couldn't disagree. Maybe if the lobes of your brain were not properly connected, you could appreciate the dazzling Calvin Klein-esque cinematography of each shot. Maybe if you were clinically insane, you could buy that the main characters survived falling off the side of a skyscraper. Maybe if you had seen Logan's Run, you would realize this is just a polished, Gen-X version of a smarter movie.

All that aside, what is Bay trying to pull? If anything, I'd think he were pushing his conservative agenda on viewers. (I have yet to discover his actual conservative background.) The message repeated with every unimaginative scene is: Cloning is bad. I have to admit he did not fail to display the humanity of "organ gardens" in his own elementary way, but he failed to provide any actual sound reason for his paranoia.

Cloning is a hot issue. Do I personally believe that Bay's future will be our own? No. Why? Because Bay made the situation too black and white. The world is not black and white. There is no way that we would ever reach that step where we would create exact copies of ourselves so we could kill them for immortality. Hell, immortality doesn't sound that great. Why would anyone want to live forever? Eventually, wouldn't it all get old?

Still, Bay's message has some relevancy to modern debate on the issue. The ethics behind cloning are completely unestablished. At what point does a clone stop being a copy, and become a sovereign human being? The question of religion will fall in. What right do we have to play God? Humanity has been considered sacred until now. And is this whole notion just paying homage to our arrogant belief that as superior beings in the animal kingdom, we have the right to all knowledge? Cloning must be pursued with caution and good sense. Undeniably, there is a creepy factor to it.

But as far as Bay's concerned, utopia is a Polyphonic Spree video where clones run rampant over the earth. This unrealistic solution, which is ridiculous as best, will make us think for when the time comes, what role, ultimately, will clonings play in our lives? And how will we define the ethics of the future when our ethics are so deeply rooted in a past that was completely unprepared for this.

Little capitalists in training.

Excuse but, WHAT THE FUCK.

Back in my day, which was really a little more than a year ago, none of this shit was going down. But apparently, in Chelsea, they promote materialism in their disgusting spoiled, gift piggy brats.

Under a privately funded program, students will get up to $125 a year for perfect attendance all year, as long as they graduate. They have the chance to get up to $500 for a four-year string of zero absences.

I actually read about this maybe a week ago, but last night I was watching My Sweet Sixteen on MTV. MTV has this amazing allure. You're disgusted by it, but you can't stop watching. It's like a gruesome car crash. It's awful, but you have to stare at it. I'm sick of seeing America's homegrown spoiled little brats. They're quite simply pimples on society's ass. This dude spent $200,000 on his daughter's birthday party even though she's a stupid little bitch who has no respect for anything. Two hundred grand! That could feed ten families for a year! I'm sorry. I just want to puke all over her.

So that sort of brought back my anger.

This is fucking ridiculous right? In China you have to pay to go to school. You wish you could go to school for free. Hell, my parents paid lifeblood so I could go to my snooty Jewtown school. Do you know how high taxes are there?

These stupid kids who won't go to school. What little assholes. School should be its own damn reward. This whole policy is just making them more short-sighted. High school kids have no common sense! They are stupid! Stop perpetuating this image that money is the almighty ruler of the world! If they were smart, they would go to school because you need a fucking education to go to college and get a good job. Anyone who's not smart enough to know that shouldn't go to school and should just end up working at McDonald's until they die from not being able to survive on minimum wage.

We're trying to weed out the weak from the strong. The whole point of life is that you're affected by the choices you make. Offering kids this petty bribe is just telling them it's okay to be pigs. Hence, in the future, when they are confronted by a situation when their ethics are called to arms, they will choose the road more traveled by dumbasses who think it's okay to buy your way out of life. The saddest part is, our society glorifies the lack of good character. MTV tells us: "Be a brat and get everything you want! It's the cool way to live!"

I didn't get paid a cent to do anything. It is a privilege to go to school and do my duty to get an education. It's a privilege that my parents gave to me after years of hard work. Anyone who can't see it that way is just another pimple.

Sometimes you really have to hate Americans to love America.

A short.

Mao was an idealist that went all fat and lazy.
He started out the classic revolutionary.
And then he discovered some equivalent to fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches.
He's like the Elvis of world politics.