Today I woke up with extreme reluctance. This feeling of ennui and general malaise stayed with me all throughout my morning commute. As I parked in the parking lot and dragged my feet going to work, I noticed with consternation this little old lady who very peppily and briskly walked in front of me. Each step of her walk seems impossibily jaunty and placed me in utter shame. Why do I move with a body that has less juice than someone 40 years my senior? Food for thought when I have more energy to ponder this enigma.
I watched episode 5 of 24 last night. Let's see...where were we? Oh yes, spoiler warning. Behrooz found out about the plot of his annihilation and it was engineered by one closest to him. What a shock! What a mind-blower! Actually you knew it was coming...sorta. It's a reverse oedipal complex or parental disappointment taken to the extreme. I wonder if I will have an appointment with Tariq if I don't get into medical school this year? =( (I suppose only 24 fans will know what I mean)
Recently I've been reading a decidedly cheesy book by Phoebe Eng entitled Warrior Lessons. She's the founder of A. Magazine, one I am not personally familiar with but am curious to find out more about. However, I have to say that for the most part, her book has been a waste of time. I hate to denigrate one of my own, but in the strictest literary sense possible, I didn't find her book to be a motherlode. She offers some cliched advice that has been illuminated by better writers before and after her. I especially find askance with her anecdotal evidence as representative of the majority of Asians in America. Although at times, she has offered some interesting insight to the Asian American condition in America, not all of her generalizations are convincing to me. Okay to be fair, I do agree with her that more needs to be done to advance the rights and privileges of Asian Americans...but who am I kidding, I am not about to be one of the Asian movers and shakers of American society. Maybe in a few years....
13 comments:
i hate my boyfriend >=(
Why do you have to always be so perverse?
You HATE ME?!?!?!??!?! :`(
How am I being perverse? I just asked if you'd like some tea.
I'd freely admit myself for the good of the country.
No I wasn't referring to the tea...
So should we all infer that you wouldn't mind being interned at some camp, doing hard labor from dawn to dusk?
Are you saying I don't matter for this country? I'll show you who doesn't matter....
You shouldn't bother. It wouldn't be good for the country, but it wouldn't be bad either. It just wouldn't even matter.
I meant to say to this country.
Cleva girl...
You thought you could hack into my account? Not a chance...hahahaha.
No, I thought I could delete my message but you removed that option. I'm not that much of a scumbag to hack into your account.
HA, it is done...
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