Be your own Disneyland.

Friday, September 28

In case you forgot how (or you're just looking for a refresher course):

How To French Kiss

Some good pointers:
4. Start off with a normal kiss, not too firm, not too aggressive. Closing your eyes is optional.
8. If they open their mouth more or otherwise indicate they like the kiss, keep on doing what you have been only with a little more passion.
9. As the kissing gets going saliva build up can be a problem, don't forget to swallow.
Gosh, I wish tutorials had been out there when I was, um, younger, and had not a clue what to do the first time some guy came at me with a kiss in mind. Oh well, you live and you learn.

Via Elaine

Muslims reaching out

S.J. man may face hate charge in attack

Muslim women's hijab is proud expression of their faith

Haunted by plane attacks, some struggle with suspicion

Ja Da (via Unxmaal)

In the grand tradition of kitty porn, lego porn, crash-test dummy porn, and furniture porn comes paper porn.

Where will it stop?? Morbus says lint porn. I can't wait.

(btw, I know there's stick figure porn out there, but I couldn't find the site. If you know where it is, would ya let me know?)

The Star Wars Pants Page.

Thanks Edmond. I love it.

Banned Books Week, Free People Read Freely

Books I've read from this list:
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
Blubber by Judy Blume
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
Beloved by Toni Morrison
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Native Son by Richard Wright
Carrie by Stephen King
Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

Others I've seen in movie form, like
The Witches by Roald Dahl
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
Cujo by Stephen King
The Dead Zone by Stephen King

I tried to read Lord of the Flies by William Golding, but I just couldn't get into it. And I knew I wouldn't like the movie. You, however, can read whatever you like.

Thursday, September 27

I wasn't going to blog anything else today, but this was too good to pass up.

The Onion | 26 September 2001

My grandfather passed away two days ago. I just found out this morning in an email from my father.

I am not upset at the passing of my grandfather. I didn't know him and he certainly didn't know me. In a crowd of two, I wouldn't have been able to pick him out. All through my life, we always wondered where he was living, and who he was married to now. My mom did her best to keep him updated on my life, sending him my grade school pictures and graduation announcements for high school, college, and grad school. I met him once, the summer before I went into the 6th grade, with his 2nd wife, I think. I don't remember much, except how uncomfortable it was to have to visit with someone I didn't know in our living room. Needless to say, he wasn't a big part of my life. He wasn't even a small part of my life.

No, what upsets me now is the pain my father is feeling. They always had a rocky relationship, which hit its biggest bump about 15 years ago and caused my father to change his name altogether and keep them from talking during all that time. About a year ago, my grandfather contacted my father, to let him know that he had terminal lung cancer and to make amends. It worked for a while. My dad was so happy to have his father back in his life, to have a relationship with him.

But you can't change your colors that late in life, and my grandfather soon went back to his old ways. His "ways" included deliberately misunderstanding others and their motivations, never giving them the benefit of the doubt, and giving full voice to his prejudices, regardless of the feelings of those around him. So, despite being terminally ill and married to a woman who wasn't in much better shape, my grandfather still managed to alienate his entire family. Again.

And now my father writes to me from the road as he drives to the funeral. I think during this last encounter, he was able to let go of a lot of the pain he'd carried around all his life from dealing with his father. He writes
No regrets for not loving him. No regrets for not pouring myself into that abyss. I wish you were here. I wish you were going with me. I wish someone was. However, sometimes we experience and intentionally experience a kind of hunger to get back to something. We cause or create the ordeal in order to experience it rather then shelter ourselves from it. I want to wish you were there and I will wish that for the entire trip... but you shouldn't be there. My IQ about myself will be higher when I get back. It is my greatest mystery and I will add a few points to that IQ in this next week.

When a life ends and there is no feeling of loss, there should be a question asked and someone must seek that answer. Standing before each other at a grave site is less of a tribute than trying to find the answer to that question. There are simple questions about life with even simpler answers but I need the understanding, not the answer. This is my chance. I am off tomorrow on my trip. Wish me discomfort and doubt and uncertainty. I need them but no shelter and no companion... no comfort and, good grief, no more healing. This is a time for destruction. I can build this back when I find that understanding.

thanks for listening and for not being there....
Regardless, I wish I was there with him. If only so that he could talk about all the stuff that's going on in his head.

Wednesday, September 26

C.Y.B.O.R.G. Cool.

Via Unxmaal.

Have I ever mentioned that Patsy Cline rocks??

Roommate: Don't guys realize that when they start chatting with you that it means something?
Me: Holy cow. If every guy I chatted with thought it meant something, um ...

Muslim and American: Kids Worry About Anti-Arab Reaction

Misguided retribution apparently fueled attacks: An assault and vandalism were fed by anger at terrorist acts, officials say.

FBI's Dragnet Frightens Muslims

Taxi Drivers Say They Risk Bias Attacks and Loss of Income if They Continue to Work

My spanish class started last night. My roommate and I are both scared that we are not ready for it. Never mind that I have had the equivalent of 5 years of spanish and she spent several years in a bilingual school, it's been almost 10 years for the both of us since we've had a class. And we went and signed up for spanish 2. I had hoped that she would be a good influence on getting me to go to class every night, but now I find that I'm going to have to talk her into not dropping it in the first place.

In an effort to lose some of the nervous energy we both came out of class with last night, we went to the gym. As we ran on the treadmills, our discussion (which usually revolves around office and life gossip) was all about reflexive verbs and direct object pronouns. Exciting.

Tuesday, September 25

D'oh! How did I miss the fact that it is Banned Books Week September 22-29, 2001?!?

Take a while to read the Freedom to Read Statement. It's especially important to remember that it's our right as citizens of this country to read anything we damn well please. Every country we've ever villified has been guilty primarily of keeping knowledge from its citizens - knowledge of ideas, knowledge of its own practices, and knowledge of things considered by those in power to be dangerous to the state. Yeah, whatever.

While you're at it, try browsing around The Banned Books Project.

I was reminded rather forcefully by JessaJune and Davezilla.

Defending Your Freedom

-----Original Message-----
From: JessaJune
Subject: FW: Nostradamus joke

Warning... bad joke ahead.

"With the fake Nostradamus quatrains going around e-mail right now, I decided to do some research on him, and found an interesting tidbit. While Nostradamus was alive, he was in great demand by the various churches and temples in the area. Since this got to be a strain running from place to place, the religious groups got together and hammered out a schedule where they would each get Nostradamus' services for one or two days a month on a rotating basis.

It was the world's first prophet-sharing plan."


Part II, via Kevin:

Worse yet (and understandably repressed in the historical records), was the fact that, as the churches of the day had little funds to compensate such a visionary as Nostradamus, each church would let him 'have his way' with his choice of sheep or goat from the church's flock.

In short, he also got stock options.

Via Jish, who is at an airport waiting for his flight, PhotoTag. A cool idea.

Update: It has been pointed out to me that the neat idea cited above was inspired by Kevin Fox's superfly Cameo project.

Just so's credit's given where credit's due.

I feel like there's a whole realm of knowledge in which I'm just completely ignorant. I really need to get out more.

Via the comments over at LYD

An afternoon chat on the pleasant nature of cute names for romantic partners (edited for content and ease-of-reading):

Them: Someone started calling me sweetheart last night. :-D
Me: Oh good. I like cute little names and the intimacy they imply
Me: Me, I talked to my grandma last night (to wish her a happy birthday). That put me in a good mood
Me: One day, I'll have someone call me sweetheart and mean it in a romantic way
Them: Yes, I have no doubt whatsoever that you will. You're a mighty fine catch and you deserve someone who appreciates that fact
Me: :-)

In lieu of working out last night, I decided something constructive had to be done. So after calling my grandma last night to wish her a very happy birthday, I cleaned out a few of the boxes that have been obscuring my view of the carpet since I moved into this apartment in June. After pulling out the tangle of random cables and telephone cord that I keep for some reason, and a stray pair of TV rabbit ears whose purpose has been lost since I decided I couldn't live without cable, I came across a bag that has been hauled around with me since well before I moved out of my parents' house 8 years, 9 apartments, and a few boyfriends ago.

By the time I moved out of my parents' house, I had had one boyfriend and had dated a one or two other men who didn't stick around very long. Into this bag went the mementos and memories from these relationships. When I got to San Francisco, I met Matthew, my first love, and we were together for several years. The only mementos I kept from this relationship were the letters we wrote to each other, both when we were in love and when we were breaking up.

So anyway, I found this bag last night and I pulled out the letters, thinking I was in for an evening of emotional masochism, especially since it's taking much more effort than I had imagined to get over my latest relationship.

Rather, I found that it was a rather therapeutic exercise. Having a little over a year of perspective on our relationship, it was nice to see that at one time, Matthew really did love me, and he loved me a lot. And it was good to see that, even through the bad times, we had a lot of respect and love for each other. And damn, when I'm in pain and I have time to think, I write really good letters.

Anyway, knowing that I had a love like that and lived through the demise of that love has made me feel better about making it through this latest ending. And the bag will be returned to its rightful place in the back of the closet, where I'll find it again next time I move.

So, why are New Englanders short?

Via Kevin.

A wonderful image to greet one first thing in the morning. Thanks Kevin.

Monday, September 24

I tried. Really I did. I had every intention of exercising tonight, but ... Well, you see, we're having the first rainstorm of the season here and we're getting a light display to go along with it.

So I think I'm just going to hang out here and enjoy the show.

Yeah, I'm going to turn off the computer. :P

Edmond's back!

Um, ok, something personal. Hmmm. Ok. Well, I had a great weekend. In lieu of feeling any sort of control in my life, I stayed home for the most part and cleaned. There's stuff that I still haven't unpacked since my move in June. And I brought more furniture home last weekend, so room had to be made. Oh, and I hung stuff on the walls. Kids, let me tell ya, it's been a long time since I felt home enough to take time to put stuff up on the walls (6? 7 years?).

Basically, I put my personal life in order (kinda), hung out with good friends, had some good food, and I saw a really cute chick flick. Yup. That's about it for right now.

Someone keeps browsing Blogdex and clicking on my site from there. Just for your information, I show up as number 262. Out of 43668? Not bad.

Sent to me this morning by Redcap, another librarian I know:
The tragedy of 11 September 2001 and our subsequent (and future) ordeal as a nation should challenge all of us working in libraries to reaffirm the core values of the library as an institution and the values of those of us serving the public through libraries. At a time of violence and fanaticism, we should remember that libraries stand for an informed and open society pursing the path of peace through knowledge. At a time of intolerance and cruelty, we should remember that libraries are dedicated to tolerance and compassion. For as long as we have enjoyed civilization itself, the library -- as an institution, as a mode of service, as a way of life -- has been dedicated to the work of memory, wisdom, and healing knowledge. It was through the library that civilization was preserved and transmitted in previous eras of barbarism and slaughter. Throughout the history of this great nation, especially since the rise of the free public library movement in the mid-19th century, the library has embodied a persistent democratic ideal: a belief in, and a commitment to, the intrinsic value and dignity of each and every citizen. In this time of national challenge, it is more important than ever that the library community reaffirm its core commitment to knowledge, democracy, moral and intellectual value. We in the library field serve an ancient and ever-new institution: the library, repository and enabler of knowledge, value, and dreams -- and civilization itself.

Dr. Kevin Starr
State Librarian of California

Saturday, September 22

I have found my counterpart.

The latest Le Cadavre Exquise.

Very cool.

For Some in U.S., Grief Over Attacks Is Followed by Fear

Worship and Worry

Arab-Americans Are Finding New Tolerance Amid the Turmoil

Some Passengers Singled Out for Exclusion by Flight Crew

Australian Mosque Destroyed by Fire

In Jersey, attacks put coexistence to new test - Muslim enclave under strain of terror backlash


Don't let the name warn you away. It's a pretty cool game.

Friday, September 21

You can tell what sort of day it's going to be when the singing of the birds outside the office door pisses you off.

Part II: I am also tired of the implication that Americans are stupid and uncultured compared to Europeans. <sigh> the name of love..


Holy, um, cow!

The American Spy Cow Information Center

Via 3Bruces

Martha Stewart disease

Via 3Bruces

Arab-Americans kicked off NWA flight

Why? "... because the other passengers refused to fly with them."

Via 3Bruces

Thursday, September 20

Ack! My computer has been on all day long, without a single need for rebooting, and now it's tired and cranky. G'night, g'night. Tomorrow's Friday!!

Kevin has a blog.

I'm tired of hearing how much better everything is in Europe, banking especially. This is a drawback to working with Swedes and Germans.

You're welcome!

'It Is Not the Islamic Way': Muslims Denounce Terrorist Acts

For Muslim, Disaster Has Double Edge

Japanese Americans Recall '40s Bias, Understand Arab Counterparts' Fear

Calm Needed During Time of Anger

Schools Try to Protect Arab Students


Battling backlash - Hatred puzzles S.F. man who fled Iran decades ago

A Disturbing Wave of Hatred

Police move to head off hate crimes

Movie President '04!

Wednesday, September 19

These are the people who will really suffer in the event of a war.
With bitter winter weather on the way, many in the war-ravaged and drought-stricken land are already forced to eat grass and animal fodder, aid workers in Islamabad said....

Khaled Mansour, regional spokesman for the WFP, said pre-famine conditions existed in Afghanistan, where 85 percent of the population live in villages and food distribution is seriously hampered by the latest crisis....

Those arriving through Pakistan's North West Frontier Province go to the squalid Jallozai camp where they have to live in tents in temperatures that can soar to 45 Celsius (113 Fahrenheit) in the summer and below zero in the winter....

Across the province are at least a dozen large camps of mud houses, tents and narrow dusty alleys where barefoot children play amid flies and garbage.

Schools do not exist.

According to UNHCR figures, Pakistan already hosts two million Afghan refugees and Iran 1.5 million....

Millions of Afghans have been displaced by 23 years of war, economic ruin and a severe drought in its third year....

"Afghanistan was on the brink of a catastrophe anyway, and then this happened," Tearfund spokesman Keith Ewing said, referring to the September 11 attacks in the United States.

"About 75 percent of Afghans don't have safe water, 90 percent don't have adequate sanitation and 75 percent don't have access to the most basic health care. One in every four kids dies before the age of five," said Oxfam's Matt Grainger.

I have a wonderful roommate. Really. She's nice, she's fun, and she cleans the bathroom.

We've had an interesting history together in the 5 years we've known each other. We moved in together the summer after we met in grad school and ended up being single at the same time for about a month or so.

At this time, there was a young man who was rather persistent in his attentions to her, but she would have nothing to do with him. He was nice, but a little boring. At one point when I was rather low about my loneliness, she suggested that perhaps I could go out with him. I replied that the day I had to resort to her cast-offs, she could just shoot me dead, as there would be no lower that I could go. As it turned out, they got together by the end of the summer and stayed together almost 4 years, splitting up just a few months ago.

His name is Dave.

Fast forward a few years... I am again single, having gotten together and broken up from my first love a few times, and I was again unhappy about being lonely. This time she suggested that I could go out with this great guy she knew at work, who was really cute, funny, and getting over a divorce. I responded that I'm not into blind dates or recently divorced guys on the rebound, and the subject was dropped. Well, shortly after the breakup a few months ago, he revealed that he was interested in her, and had been for some time. Despite both of them recognizing that she needed a lot of space after the end such a long-term relationship, they were soon spending all their time together.

His name is Dave.

Well, the second Dave was the typical manifestation of the Transition Man. He didn't last long. This is unfortunate, since he is a great guy, cute and funny and kind.

So my roommate has been looking into grad schools, wanting to pursue her passion of preservation and archiving and history, and discovered that the University of Washington has a great program in just that! She decided a few weeks ago that she wanted to go to Seattle and see what it is like and if it's someplace she'd like to live. A friend of hers suggested that she get in touch with a friend up there. She has since been emailing madly with this guy and has seen a picture of him and is looking forward to her trip with quite a bit of enthusiasm. She has not tried to set me up with him at all.

His name is Kevin.

This last weekend, she went to a party hosted by the same friend who put her in touch with the guy in Seattle. At this party she met another guy who later asked the hostess for her email address and has since sent her a very nice note.

His name is Kevin.

Last night she remarked that she can't carry this sort of correspondence on with two guys at once, and reflected that the second Kevin isn't really her type, and maybe he's more my type. I foresee a relationship in the making.

Hey, at least if she hooks up with the second Kevin, she’ll be more likely to stick around than run off to Seattle and leave me roommate-less.

Celebrity wuss scale

(my favorite is Godzilla).

Via Unxmaal.

A kitten.

thank you, sympathy from around the world.

Via JessaJune

You know what gets me? Americans who attack other Americans (or tourists, or students, or workers on visas, for that matter) because they look like the stereotypical Arab/Muslim/South Asian, chanting all the while that they are the "real" Americans, and that by beating up/killing old women/mothers/children, men with turbans/beards/brown skin, they're upholding whatever ideals they think America stands for.

All the while, in their unforgivable ignorance, they are attacking people who come from countries that we are counting on to be our allies in this potential military action that I'm sure they fully support. Heh. They are hurting the cause that they most want to happen right now. Do you think the Indian or the Pakistani governments will continue to support us if we continue to attack their people in this country??


If they can't bury their prejudice and hate for the sake of respecting other human beings, you'd think they could at least bury them for the sake of their country (in whose name they commit these atrocities in the first place).

Tuesday, September 18

Moby, online.

Hindu woman wears crucifix to escape attacks

Muslims, mosques attacked in UK

Attacks on Sikhs worries Indians

16 attacks on Sikhs in Britain

I was brown, that's all that mattered.

Statement from Assistant Attorney General Ralph F. Boyd Jr. Regarding the Treatment of Arab, Muslim Americans or Americans of South Asian Descent

U.S. Commission on Civil Rights Announces Complaint Line To Protect Rights of Arab, Islamic Communities; Urges Tolerance in the Face of Tragedy

Anti-Muslim Violence Up, Officials Say

Anger Toward Arabs Delays 2 Murder Trials

Arab and Asian immigrants find hostility in daily routine

Confrontation Fueled by Grief Ends in a Beating and Regrets

Assaults on Muslims in Britain Seen as Revenge Attacks

Group Struggling to Shed Association With Terrorism

For better and worse, attacks breach divide between U.S. Muslims, neighbors

Man's death is laid to homegrown hate

Bush Visits Mosque to Forestall Hate Crimes

A list of hate crimes or harassment cases that have been submitted and Targeting of Sikhs and other Americans in the wake of the New York tragedy

In Md., Fending Off a Barrage of Ugliness

America's Sikhs Become Targets

Attacks and Harassment Continue on Middle Eastern People and Mosques

Prosecutor: Slaying a Hate Crime

Men to Be Fined a Cow for Sex with Teenage Girls

Via alt text

So I decided to sign up for a spanish class a few weeks ago, rather on a whim and under pressure from my roommate, thinking the $65 I had to pay just to register was a lot of money. Imagine my shock when I get to the bookstore last night to find that the books come to $105!! I don't remember my spanish books ever being this expensive in the three years I took it in high school and the three semesters I took it in college. In fact, except for my upper-level english classes, where the required book list was often a page long, I don't think I ever had to pay this much for books for one class.

And I'm relatively poor right now (plane trip fiasco, birthdays, speeding ticket, birthdays, pay cut, doctor's bills, birthdays). Poor, poor me. *cue violin music*

Sikhs say they're being made targets / Heightened danger of being judged by their appearance

Arab Americans targets of hate crimes

Australian stabbed saving Indian friend
Aseem Chhabra in New York

On September 14, Sean Fernandes and Robin Clarke were out night clubbing in the SOMA (South of the Market) district of San Francisco when they were attacked by a group of men. In the ensuing fight, Robin was stabbed with a Philips screwdriver. The men fled leaving behind their girl friends and Robin, who was bleeding profusely.

This news item may have gotten buried in the inside pages of a Bay Area newspaper had it not been for a couple of facts. Robin is a 26 year old, 6 foot tall, white Australian and he was stabbed by the assailants because they mistook Sean Fernandes, also 26, for an Arab. Sean is an Indian from Calcutta.

The two friends knew each other in Sydney where they worked as software engineers for Sabient Corporation. They are now roommates in San Francisco.

The attacks occurred at a time when South Asians and Arabs across North America are increasingly facing threats, following the September 11 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. On Saturday a Sikh was killed in Arizona, in what has been listed as a hate crime. The same day a Pakistani store owner was killed in Texas and the motive could possibly be a hate crime.

"We were crossing the street towards a bar, when we noticed about 10 people -- five guys, with five girls -- all white, cross behind us," Sean said, adding that they were all in their early to mid-twenties.

"Suddenly one guy jumped on the two of us, simultaneously punched us with his hands and knocked us down."

"Robin asked why he was hitting us, and he said, "Because your friend is a f****** Arab and you are a white nigger lover,' " Sean said, adding that the attack occurred at the corner of 4th and Townsend Streets. SOMA is in a warehousing district of the city and the area was quite secluded.

The assailant kept hitting Robin and Sean attempted to separate the two.

"I started yelling, 'I am not an Arab, I am not an Arab,' but he would not listen. Eventually someone kicked me in the back. I realized talking wasn't helping, so I joined in the fight."

During the fight one of the men stabbed Robin, and soon after some of them drove off in their Ford Explorer and Lincoln Navigator SUVs. For a while Robin did not realize he had been stabbed and even called the police on his cell phone. One man was left with the girls, but he ran away short while after.

"The girls were in one of the SUVs and we tried to block them. We kept screaming we had already called the police. We started to yell they couldn't go and they would have to run us over. Actually, looking back at it we were pretty stupid, but we were so angry at that point. We weren't even thinking."

The driver tried to put the car in gear and even hit the two friends. They fell to the ground but stood up again in defiance. Eventually, the driver stopped the car. It was at this point that Robin fell down and realised he was bleeding.

"I pulled off his jacket and there was a hole in his upper stomach, and there was blood pumping out," Sean said. "It was pretty gruesome. It got to my hands, my face. I called 911 and the dispatcher said I had to stop the bleeding, otherwise he would bleed to death."

With the dispatcher's instructions, Sean continued to press into Robin's stomach with his hands, until the police arrived. All the while, the girls stood outside their SUV, and did not offer any help, Sean said. The police took statements from the girls and a case had been registered. No further information was available from the police.

Robin was rushed to emergency room, where he was listed in critical condition. He was operated for three-and-a-half hours, and was finally out of danger. On Monday Sean was able to talk to his friend.

"I feel really bad, because even though I did nothing to cause this to happen, I still feel responsible," he said. "The only reason Robin got involved in it was because of me. I am incredibly angry, but Robin is more philosophical about it and said they were ignorant people. But I want them behind the bars. I think they are dangerous. If they did it to me they could do it to others."

"You would expect that in segregation era Alabama this could happen. But San Francisco is one of the most tolerant and diverse cities in the entire country. I was completely shocked that it could happen out here."

Bay Area Woman Accused of Hate Crime

There's a long lineup for heaven this week, but I'll bet there's a heck of a party in the waiting room.

My mom sent me this email she received this morning:

Dear Friends and Family,

As an American, a New Yorker and an Afghan, I have struggled with many feelings. I have wondered what I can do to educate people about the state of affairs in Afghanistan now and over the past 20 years. The Soviets invaded Afghanistan in December of 1979, it is September 2001 and my father's country has been destroyed day by day for over two decades. I am disgusted by the Taliban and Osama bin Laden. For my family, these have been household names for years prior to the tragedies we witnessed on Tuesday. My father has spent years trying to get people in our government to listen - he has sat around our dinner table talking to his children for hours on end about what was happening to his homeland - so many of our friends have listened as my Dad spoke passionately about the hateful crimes the Taliban was committing against innocent Afghans all in the name of Islam, an Islam that my family does not know, an Islam that cannot be found in the pages of the Koran.

I beg you, as friends, to take the anger we all feel and try to learn and spread knowledge. We all want retaliation. We want someone to pay for the innocent people whose lives were taken away. But, please, please, please understand that Afghans like me and my family have never supported the Taliban. In fact, we have watched helplessly as these cowards took the little bit of dignity the Afghans had left after the Soviet war.

I went to work the other night and watched groups of friends, bright and educated people, stop their conversations as I approached. I have never experienced anything like this. My Dad recently grew a beard, but after seeing images of bearded fundamentalists on TV, we have asked him to shave it off to quell any possibility of attacks out of ignorance. For the first time in my life, I am afraid to tell people my ethnic background. My name is a liability. My coloring makes me feel scared when people look at me on the subway. I find myself thankful that my sisters and Mom have lighter coloring.

Please read the following letter. We all feel helpless right now. If nothing else, please try to educate your friends. Please do not perpetuate hate. Hatred brought down the World Trade Center. Hate is hate -- there is no gray area.

Please forward the following letter to everyone you know. Take a moment to paste the letter into a new email, add your own thoughts so that people don't just skip by a subject heading that begins with FWD:.

It is very possible that we will bomb Afghanistan in the coming days. Maybe emails like this will not stop that from happening, but let's not pretend that we do not know that those actions will kill innocent and helpless people who have lived under the terror of the Taliban for years. We turned our backs for so long. We have not written about them, or if we have, we have not read those articles, we skipped past them. People did not know where Afghanistan was until three days ago. How is that possible? Bin Laden was behind the first WTC bombing, the bombing of the Cole and the embassies in Africa -- ask yourself, how did we not pay attention? Pay attention now. Know what is going on in our world. All we have is hope, unity and the ability to open our eyes. Open them.

With much love,

Monday, September 17

Please Stop the Unjust Hatred

The Clamor of a Free People

Sikh Owner of Gas Station Is Fatally Shot in Rampage

Notes on Anti-Arab Racism

Anti-Arab sentiment festers online

Arab-Americans and Muslims fear backlash

Arab Americans Face Threats In Wake Of Terrorist Attacks

U.S. Sets Up Complaint Hotline; Bush to Meet Muslims

Driver Slams Car Into Mosque in Ohio

Iraq native sees ethnic hatred in burning of his pizza shop

At Boston campuses, Muslims increasingly wary

Bias probed as motive in 2 slayings

Standing up for fellow Americans

A Backlash Builds Against American Arabs and Muslims

Violence Against Arab Americans and Muslims

"Get Out of Our Country!" - A Sampling of Hate Mail Received by the American-Arab Anti-Discrimination Committee

Americans vs. Americans

Police: Arsonist Targeted Austin-Area Gas Station

Texas Police Check Motive for Slaying of Pakistani

Former Bay Area Man Killed in Apparent Hate Crime

When you think Taliban, think "Nazis." When you think Bin Laden, think "Hitler." And when you think "the people of Afghanistan" think "the Jews in the concentration camps."
We come now to the question of bombing Afghanistan back to the Stone Age. Trouble is, that's been done. The Soviets took care of it already. Make the Afghans suffer? They're already suffering. Level their houses? Done. Turn their schools into piles of rubble? Done. Eradicate their hospitals? Done. Destroy their infrastructure? Cut them off from medicine and health care? Too late. Someone already did all that.
We're flirting with a world war between Islam and the West.

And guess what: that's Bin Laden's program. That's exactly what he wants. That's why he did this. Read his speeches and statements. It's all right there. He really believes Islam would beat the west. It might seem ridiculous, but he figures if he can polarize the world into Islam and the West, he's got a billion soldiers. If the west wreaks a holocaust in those lands, that's a billion people with nothing left to lose, that's even better from Bin Laden's point of view. He's probably wrong, in the end the west would win, whatever that would mean, but the war would last for years and millions would die, not just theirs but ours. Who has the belly for that? Bin Laden does. Anyone else?

-Tamim Ansary

Forwarded to me from JessaJune:

Subject: Small bit of local good news from Bonita, California
A little cheerful thought from Darbnet:
If you can, get the plates of the drive by screamers. I went with my wife who is muslim (non-practicing, but I went to mass on Sunday also) to the local mosque on Friday. Similar buttheads drove by and yelled for the "ragheads to go home or we'll kill you all!" Some people copied down the plate numbers and later on the news I saw the same truck surrounded by cops with shotguns pointed at it. I dunno about California, but the cops here are taking this stuff VERY seriously. I bet those particular "real" americans now know the fear of god, or are at least out buying new underwear.


Unlike the aftermath of Oklahoma City, this time I've noticed many occasions where reporters (even on Fox) and politicians have gone out of their way to stress that Arab-Americans and Muslims are not to blame for this.

Of course there have been incidents, but the snippet of good news I wanted to share was that at a candlelight walk (organized around the local fire station) here in Bonita (south of San Diego), attended by ~400 people, both speakers, including one Korean and Vietnam War vet, stressed the same point, to visible agreement from the crowd.

Of course that audience may not be the target audience, but the general atmosphere may sway some of the bozos away from doing stupid things.

As of Friday night, the local mosque had had a few phone bomb threats, a couple people yelling indecipherably from their cars, but nothing more. (The folks there seemed somewhat concerned, obviously. I'll stop by again tonight.)

On the last full day I spent in San Antonio over Labor Day weekend, my best friend had to go to the store to get milk for our sourdough pancakes. She soon came back with the milk. And a pregnant cat.

I just received word this morning that the pretty little pregnant kitty is now a pretty little mommy kitty, with four cute little kittens to take care of.

I hope, for the sake of my friend's mom, that she had the kittens in the box we set up for her and not on any of the furniture.

“Brother, if you don’t mind, there is a cloud of glass coming at us, grab my hand, lets get the hell out of here.”

Sunday, September 16

Living with Terror I, the Sermon

Saturday, September 15

Other than the great party we had tonight (a much-needed diversion I tell ya, although the discussion always turned towards whether my older brother, who got out of the Marines less than a year ago, would be called back into service if Shrub decides to go to war), the image that will always be stuck in my mind from today is what someone taped to the inside of their camper shell of the truck I had to follow much of the way into San Luis Obispo to do some shopping.

It said Nuke 'Em All!

I was sickened. As far as I can tell, people who espouse this sort of attitude are no better than those who flew those planes into those buildings on Tuesday, or those who planned and/or financed the attack. They see the actions of a few, and apply them to the whole.

But I know too little about the politics of the situation right now to give an informed opinion on what's going on. I have to admit to having purposefully avoided the news since Thursday - the recurring images of the attack made me sick, the death tolls made me cry, and the militantism was making me angry, so I don't really know what's going on as far as that goes.

However, I've gotten a few emails since yesterday encouraging me to continue pointing out the injustices being wrought against Arab Americans, and any other foreigner who doesn't fit the American stereotype. To that end, here are a few more articles:

Adding insult to nation's injury

Gradually, backlash diminishes nationwide

A Sense of Foreboding in Canada's Diverse Muslim Haven

Last Week, Profiling Was Wrong

Parents Fear Their Children Will Be the Targets of Bigotry

Attacks and Harassment of Middle-Eastern Americans Rising

I just re-read my last entry, and it looks like the numbers I put after each person indicated how many birthdays they had celebrated. I am silly and should know better than to post stuff without reading it a few times. No, those numbers indicate the dates of their birthdays, not the numbers of their birthdays. Actually, my brother turns 21 in about 20 minutes. He's out partying now, with strict instructions to call if he decides to drink and shouldn't drive himself home. I hope he remembers that.

As for the other party people, it would not be politically correct to tell you how many birthdays each of them have celebrated. Let's just say that all three are my oldest friends.

And it was a good party tonight.

Friday, September 14

I'm heading out of town for a much-needed break from this week.

It's my brother's (16th), my friend's (17th), my sister's (21st), and my grandma's (24th) birthdays in the next week. Have I done any shopping?? Heh. Right.

Later alligators.

Dozens of Arabs, Muslims Buried under New York Rubble
"I just don't understand this," an Arab American University student told MENO. He added, "we are parts of this tragedy, we are buried under the rubble, we are sharing our blood with the survivors, we are helping in the rescue efforts, we are praying for the victims' families, we raising the American flags over our houses, and shedding tears while watching the horrific scenes on television."

"But here we are standing alone, facing the hate of millions who, rather than searching for the real criminals, chasing behind innocent Americans for simply being of a different background or a different faith," he lamented.


Nissam Hafiz's family and dozens of other Muslim and Arab families are too waiting to hear of the fate of their loved ones. However they wonder, how can they be the victims and yet accused of being the victimizer, all at once? No one seems to have an answer.

NY Firefighter's 9-11 Disaster Relief Fund

Amazon: $4,674,745.19

PayPal: $806,678

"There are no words," she said, struggling to explain the pain. "This is my country, these are my people. It is a double-edged sword because I know when people look at me they won't see that, they'll just see that I'm one of them." -Amatullah Almarwani

Other articles I found today:

Adding Shame to Grief

Afghans in D.C. Area Grieve Over Attack, Fear for Homeland

For Many, Sorrow Turns to Anger and Talk of Vengeance

In U.S., Echoes of Rift Of Muslims and Jews

Listeners Sound Off, Grieve Over Airwaves

Arab-Americans Threatened, Attacked

Calm Urged as Muslims Face Threats

Arabs and Muslims Steer Through an Unsettling Scrutiny

Backlash: Hate thrown at Arab Americans - Death threats, obscenities, attacks, suspected arson

Muslims across nation targets of attack - Vandalism, threats made in Bay Area

American Muslims fear retribution - Contra Costa family 'keeps a low profile'

Tolerance put to test in Bay Area - Muslims, mosques, Arabs find themselves targets of threats

I guess I was wrong about this not being reported. I got this email this morning (and from someone who doesn't even read my site!):

----Original Message Follows----
Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 14:21:54 -0400
A woman in my office is ethnically Pakistani. She was raised in Ohio and looks as American as any other 20-something woman, except that she looks, and is, South Asian. Apparently that's enough for her to be guilty of some part of Tuesday's horrific events.

She felt the need to ask another co-worker to walk down and get lunch with her today. That other co-worker was appalled by the stir Shamila caused, just by looking Middle-Eastern. She was stared at, sometimes viciously, and some people made derrisive comments. I can't imagine how bad it must be like for people who look "less American."

This makes me incredibly angry, that people can be so ignorant, so hurtful at a time like this. How can such a blind need to assign blame and get vengence be constructive? Have we not learned from our experience with the Japanese internment camps during World War II? And why did we not turn against all white males after Timothy MacVeigh and Terry Nichols were discovered to be behind the Oklahoma City bomb? The racism and hypocricy of this sort of reaction infuriates me.

Don't get me wrong. I can't for a moment excuse the actions of the hijackers and their supporters, but I don't see how rash responses will help.

My plea is that we all try to be aware of what is going on around us, and to lend support to both the direct and indirect victims. If you see this sort of harrassment taking place, step in. Let cooler heads prevail.

If you agree with this message, and I certainly hope you do, feel free to forward it around.

For Arab Americans, a Familiar Backlash
Harassment, Threats Prompt Police to Provide Extra Security for Mosques, Islamic Centers
By Hanna Rosin
Washington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, September 13, 2001; Page A26

Arab Americans throughout the nation woke up yesterday to find bullet holes in their mosque windows, bricks with death threats attached, obscene graffiti and voice mail blaming them for Tuesday's attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.

Almost as soon as the name "Osama bin Laden" flashed in the headlines as a likely culprit, Arab Americans braced for the backlash, which came overnight. By yesterday evening, Muslim groups in the United States had received more than 100 reports of harassment against women in head scarves, men in Muslim dress or people who merely looked Middle Eastern.

Although authorities yesterday had named no suspects in the airborne attacks, American Muslim leaders found themselves rehearsing a drill familiar from past terrorist attacks. Virtually every Muslim and Arab American group, even those that have resisted repudiating Palestinian suicide bombers in Israel, lined up yesterday to condemn the attacks on American targets.

Leaders defended Islam as a peace-loving religion and insisted that their hearts and national loyalties were with America, not with foreign extremists.

Some of their fellow Americans moved beyond suspicion and stereotype. In Oklahoma City, where locals remembered how Muslims were harassed in the hours after the 1995 bombing of the federal building there, 500 people showed up for an interfaith service led by a Muslim cleric. President Bush also advised Americans not to rush to judgment.

Still, many cities were not taking chances. In Atlanta and Chicago, police cars were stationed outside mosques and Islamic centers to provide extra security. Muslim schools in Detroit and Los Angeles closed for fear of attacks. And a coalition of Muslim leaders for the first time considered asking imams to cancel Friday worship services or to ask Muslims to pray at home.

Up to six shots were fired at an Islamic center in Irving, a suburb of Dallas. Worshipers arriving yesterday morning discovered the damage at the center, which is part school and part mosque. No one was hurt.

"It is frustrating," said Abdul Raouf of the center. "We are citizens of this country, and we share in the sorrow and sadness."

Hazim Barakat arrived at his Islamic bookstore in Old Town Alexandria to find two bricks thrown through the window, with notes tied to them. One was addressed to "Arab murderers"; the other opened with an obscenity and "You come to this country and kill. You must die as well."

"To tell you the truth, I expected it," Barakat said. "Because of the media. They have nothing to say except 'Islamic terrorist, Muslim terrorist.' But we Muslims are not terrorists. Those people [the terrorists] are crazy. We are ashamed of them."

The Dar al-Hijrah Islamic Center in Falls Church was shut yesterday and Friday services were canceled after mosque leaders received threats against the facility.

Other incidents were common. A sign announcing the new home of an Islamic community center near Dulles International Airport was defaced with profane, anti-Muslim sentiments. The door of a mosque in San Francisco was splattered with blood. About 300 people tried to march on a mosque last night in suburban Chicago. And anti-Muslim slurs led to a prison fight in Washington state.

Members of the Islamic community center in Sterling showed up extra early yesterday to get on a bus they had chartered to take them to a Red Cross center, where they planned to donate blood for victims of the attacks. They found their hallway spray-painted in thick black letters, several feet tall, spelling out: "Die Pigs" and "Muslims Burn Forever."

"People should understand, we live here. We didn't do this," said Mohammed Khan, who emigrated from Pakistan to Sterling 16 years ago.

National Muslim leaders reacted swiftly. A coalition of Arab leaders who had been scheduled to meet with Bush yesterday and air their complaints about the treatment of Muslims and the American stance on Jerusalem switched gears and instead mounted a public relations campaign promoting the charitable efforts of Muslims.

Standing outside the Red Cross building in downtown Washington, Arab American leaders found ever-harsher words to condemn the attacks: "despicable," "appalling," "horrifying," "an act of war," Aly Abuzaakouk of the American Muslim Council said.

They then announced they would donate blood to "show their solidarity with the victims of the attack," said Nihad Awad of the Council on American Islamic Relations. For the rest of the afternoon, leaders stood in a long line outside the Red Cross with Muslim students, some for five hours, to donate blood.

Some Muslims rejected their leaders' standard line and ventured to, if not defend the attackers, at least offer to explain their actions.

Ashraf Sabrin is an emergency medical technician in Arlington, assigned to one of the firefighting companies that rushed to the burning Pentagon on Tuesday.

"I'm not saying it's okay," he began. "But there's a reason these people are angry. A reason why they bombed America. It's because Israel oppresses the Palestinian people and America tries to cover it up. Nobody listens to these people. They don't have a voice. So they act out of their frustrations."

On Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, a street lined with Lebanese restaurants and Palestinian-owned health food stores, Sabrin's views were echoed. Outside a shop called Paradise Clothing, a man in a gray tunic stood facing the mirror, brushing his beard, getting ready for afternoon prayers.

"If America didn't encourage Jews to kill Arabs, then no one would come here to make all these tragedies," said the man, a Moroccan who identified himself only by his first name, Houssain.

But most were conciliatory. Even though a woman spray-painted the word "murderers" on the walls of the King Fahad Mosque in Culver City, Calif., and a passerby screamed obscenities at Tajuddin Shuaib, the mosque's director, Shuaib will not press charges. The woman "was overcome by emotions," he said. Of the terrorists, he added: "They don't represent all Arabs, let alone all Muslims. It's not Islamic to kill innocent people."

September 12, 2001 11 PM Eastern Time
CHICAGO--Attacks and incidents of harassment against Arab Americans and Muslims continue to be reported in Chicago, following the assault on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon yesterday and the crashes of four hijacked airliners. Channel 7 Television in Chicago reported the following information at 10.35 PM local time:

Approximately 350 people, some waving American flags gathered in the Chicago suburb of Bridgeview and attempted to march on the Mosque at 95th Street and Southwest Highway. The Bridgeview police commander interviewed on the television said there had been some "altercations" and some arrests, that police were out in force, and they would prevent any attack against the mosque. Bridgeview has a high concentration of Arab Americans. Other anti-Arab and anti-Muslim incidents have been reported by the news media in Chicago:

WBEZ radio reported this evening that a man was arrested and charged with a hate crime after allegedly entering a Chicago gas station, and attacking the Arab American attendant with a two foot long machete. According to the radio, the assailant first asked the gas station attendant which country he was from. When the man answered that he was an American citizen of Moroccan origin, the suspect went back to his car to get his weapon. The victim suffered wounds on his arms.

Channel 7 and other media reported that a firebomb was thrown at a Muslim school early this morning. It bounced off the wall and exploded on the ground causing no damage or injuries. Two muslim schools in the Chicago suburbs received bomb threats today, and both remained closed, even though public schools were open.

Thursday, September 13

Am I missing something? Or is the media missing something?? I'll admit I haven't done any deep digging, but I've been to at least 4 major news sites today, and all they talk about is who might have planned the attack, the fear the Afghanis are living in, the relief efforts, and the death tolls.

I found no mention of the racial hate that has been stirred up and given an target in the aftermath of this tragedy. I keep hearing stories on the radio and stories on personal sites of people being beaten or harrassed because they aren't white or hispanic or asian (which leaves a huge section of the world that can be construed as "Middle East"). But I see nothing recognized or reported by the media, who seem to see only one side of the situation we find ourselves in.

In their zeal to uphold and maintain the patriotic spirit this tragedy has inspired (oh, and their ratings - don't forget the Almighty Ratings), might the media not also take it upon themselves to remind Americans that we live in a free country, one where people have always come to escape lands that did not allow them to practice their religion, voice their thoughts, or participate in their governments?

I think it's their responsibility. And I think they should start soon, before they find they've turned their eyes away too long from the consequences of their single-minded focus on war finding out how the president is going to handle the crisis.

Heh. I'm finally back at work, after two days of zombihood and obsession with the news and a head/chest cold. I look around my desk, wondering what I can do to put off having to think for a bit longer, and I come across my silly little desk calendar, which is still set to September 11, 2001: The happiest people on earth all have their fair share of low moods, problems, disappointments, and heartache.

Heartache is right.

I tear that off and see yesterday's, which states that "When you observe peaceful, relaxed people, you find that when they are feeling good, they are very grateful."

Grateful is right.

Today's doesn't apply at all.

Wednesday, September 12

I posted the comment below to Mollie's entry regarding the tragedy yesterday. I thought it was appropriate to post it here.

Mollie, you've expressed the pain so many of us feel very well. I stayed home today, because I was sick, both at heart and with a chest cold. I have tried all day to get my mind around the tragedy that has hit even those of us who didn't know anyone in those planes or the buildings. Because with the huge number of people who died, most of us will know at least one person who knows someone who died. Every time I see a death toll, or a list of people who died yesterday, I cry. I cry for all the people who were coming home, or were just leaving for a little bit and were sure they would be back soon. I cry for all the people who went to work yesterday, expecting it to be a day like any other, only to have it turn into horror. And I cry for all the people left behind, some of whom still don't know the fate of their loved ones, others who know all too well what the last moments of their lives were like. I cry. And I hope, like you do, that the actions of our leaders don't bring more pain to the innocent and undeserving of our world.

Wow. I wrote much more than I had expected to. I didn't know I had so much to say. I've been alone much of the time since this tragedy, retreating into my shell to handle the pain. I would have loved to share through this medium I've discovered, but my connection here at home is crappy at best, and I haven't been able to post to my own site. Thanks for your eloquence. Thanks for your understanding, and thanks for your words. Thanks.

Update: The same thanks goes out to everyone who went to the web to express their pain, to keep everyone updated, or to offer the kind of assistance and resources that federal and local agencies were not equipped to offer.

I am in awe of the people lining up at the blood banks to donate. I am in awe of the people who have donated to the Red Cross, whether through Amazon (which is up to $1,805,987.27 as of 10:30 p.m. PST, 9/12/01) or PayPal (which is up to $275,521 as of this writing). And I am in awe of everyone who is advocating a relatively clearheaded approach to dealing with those who planned and made possible this terrorist act, rather than supporting a course of action that will only lead to more pain for everyone.

Ways to help:

Amazon and PayPal and Red Cross.

Tuesday, September 11

Pointed out by Jish, who has kept up incredibly with the news:

Kindness, bravery amid the horror


Monday, September 10

There're few things more annoying than being deadly exhausted and having the time and the intention of going to bed early and not being able to keep your eyes shut for more than a few minutes at a time.

I think I'm going to try my sleeping aid suggestion. It works when I'm at work. Maybe it'll work when I'm at home too.

Hey, I got a pass for two to see Haiku Tunnel Wednesday evening at 7:30 in San Francisco. I make no promises as to how good it will be, but I'd like some company. If you'd like to join me, let me know.

Because I like bandwagons and "everybody's doing it": link this page.

Oh, hey, I just remembered. One of the interactive art thingies at Fray was this deal called the Word Oracle where you picked a dog-tag-like piece of metal with a word on it out of a jar. The idea was to think about what the word meant to you and write it up on the board. They also supplied lots of chain so that you could wear it as a necklace or bracelet or whatever you could think of. I didn't do any writing, as the first word I picked out of the jar meant not a whole lot to me: Foreign.

Um, yeah.

So much later in the evening, I snuck by and took another word, hoping for something that I could somehow relate to my life. Or something that at least looked cool. No deal. I chose Man.

However, when I put the two together, I came up with 2 possible explanations. 1) it's a forecast of my next date, 2) it signified the fact that I had just spent the last three evenings with two foreign men, Jish and Tom. Either way, I'm glad I took the second word, if only to add some sort of meaning to the first.

Via my roommie:

When you have too much time on your hands and can't look out the window....flick on the CornCam and watch the corn grow. Or you can follow the links to the SoybeanCam or the DairyCam.

Death by overwork. Yikes. I don't think anyone can blame me for being too stressed, except when I'm driving. But in the current climate of job layoffs, well, it's a concern. I feel bad for those who don't have the security of knowing their family is there to pick them up if they fall on their asses. I mean, most people want to make it on their own as much as possible, but there's a certain amount of reassurance in knowing that you can go back Home for a bit if you need to, and you're not going to be out on the street if things don't work out right this time.

Via Dave.

If you are at all able to go see the San Francisco Fringe Festival this year, my suggestion for one of the performances to see is Brace Yourself.
Using only shoes, wheels, a purse, and her father's actual leg brace, Wetzel and her puppetry ensemble create a simple yet whimsical story of one man's life with polio. Through movement, lighting, shadows, and sounds, Lunatique Fantastique draws playful, poignant, and powerful images out of the objects and puts them into the minds of its audience.
It is truly amazing and moving.

A fun game:

The Amour Game

Via 3Bruces

Sunday, September 9

Jessamyn told me today that East Bay is Pig Latin for Beast. I laughed till my sides hurt.

Fray was pretty cool last night. Had an opportunity, which I was actually able to take advantage of (trying hard not to be a party dork), to meet a lot of people I have thus far known only by their websites, and I met a few more I would not have known of otherwise.

Update: Another list of not-to-be-forgottens:
People I met at Fray. Some are old friends, some were only acquaintances, and are now better known, and the rest are first-time-met, soon-to-be-friends (I hope), in no particular order:


Note: if I have left anyone out, it is *not* through any feeling that they're not good enough to list here, but rather because my short-term memory is no longer any better than my long-term memory. Last night, as remembered through too much food and too little sleep, is a confusion of faces and names whose memory will probably return only when someone says, "but I introduced you to him/her, don't you remember?" or "I met you at Fray, don't you remember me?"

Saturday, September 8

This is why it sucks to be a nurse sometimes. You can't get any shopping done until you've found out if you killed someone or not.
-Time For Your Meds

Friday, September 7

A note for me, 'cause it amazes me how many concerts I've seen this year, and I know I'll forget and I don't want to do that:

January: Neil Young, at the Warfield. No opening act.
April 3: U2, in Dallas. PJ Harvey opened.
May 19: Dave Matthew Band, at PacBell Park. Macey Grey opened.
June 13: Dido, at Shoreline Amphitheater. Travis opened.
July 18: Sade, at Shoreline Amphitheater. India Irie opened.
August 4: Depeche Mode, at Shoreline Amphitheater. Poe opened.
August 8: Aerosmith, at Shoreline Amphitheater. Fuel opened.
August 16: Barenaked Ladies, at Shoreline Amphitheater. The Proclaimers and Sarah Harmer opened.
September 6: Cake, at the Warfield. Deke Dickerson opened.

I also want to see Travis playing on their own. And if I lose a certain bet, apparently I will be buying tickets to a Judas Priest concert in the near future.

In the meantime, I'm off to see The Fringe Festival tonight, Fray tomorrow night, and then some weblogging brunch on Sunday. Much, much driving into the City.

Update: I went on to see Travis and Ozomatli in October and the Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band on November 12. I managed to miss Judas Priest.

Via The Star Wars Title Generator.

Continuing on in the grand tradition of strange cow animations:

Fjällyoghurt. Make 'em sing, make 'em dance, make 'em moo while they do the Matrix.

Cake rocks. Not the least because they had Deke Dickerson opening for them. I went with Jish and Tom to see them at the Warfield in San Francisco last night. It was a lot of fun, especially watching a bunch of people who came to see Cake coming to terms with an opening act featuring "rockabilly, country-jazz, surf, jump blues, swing, and hillbilly boogie." But somehow, it all fit together.

Thursday, September 6

Having trouble getting to sleep at night?? Can't keep your eyes closed? Counting sheep just makes you feel all furry? Boy, have I got some reading material that'll knock you right out.

Warning: Make sure you use this technique as close to the bed as possible, as you may otherwise find yourself on the kitchen floor in the morning, cold and drooling.

A.l.: The Epic Tale of a Condiment.

Another great time-waster: Cyborg Heifers From Outer Space.

Via 3Bruces.

Gay Robots.

I was oblivious as a child. I guess I won't be any longer.

Via 3Bruces.

Debating whether to go to sushi for lunch or eat the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I brought from home, I was informed (apropos of nothing) that the missing ingredient was ranch dressing.

Via my roommie:

Pig Brother: 5 Pigs. One pen. Who goes? You decide.

Wednesday, September 5

The best Glam Rock superstar name generator around.

Via Jisheroo.

Two sides to the Great Debate:

Why Star Wars is Rubbish and Why Star Wars is Great.

Thank you Fujikosmurf (9/1/01).


Just when you think you're all grown up, and have given up the self-destructive habits* of high school, college, and graduate school ... you find yourself giving in to them again. And feeling the same stomach-sinking, too-much-pressure and not-enough-time sensations.

But I'll be ok. And so will the project. As a sidenote, the one time I did start a paper on time and got it done early, I received the lowest grade ever on a paper. That lesson has carried me through countless papers and presentations since.

*Read: procrastination, staying up all night to finish a project you've had *weeks* to finish ... my mother would be so proud.


I love it.

If only I'd been able to think up a great domain name when I started all this nonsense. Maybe something like:

Now I'll just be known as the girl who named her site for her dog.

UPDATE: BobTheCorgi reminded me that naming one's site after one's dog is a long and time-honored tradition and I shouldn't go knocking it in favor of self-aggrandizement.

A valuable resource for those wishing to visit our wonderful country:

Excerpts from The Foreigner's Guide to America

Via 3Bruces.

Good early morning fun: Leprosy Barbie and Tourette Syndrome Barbie.

Via 3Bruces

Tuesday, September 4

I'm doing the same pseudo-tequila shot method of dealing with my salt craving again today.

Oh well. I was salting white bread this weekend

Apparently, while I was off having a good time in another state, two friends were having birthdays. Wish I could have remembered been online to wish them happy bdays.

If you missed 'em too, let Eric and Edmond know you're thinking about them now.

I always knew he was special.

Some people have the most incredible capacity to love and bear the pain of that love.

AIM moment:

F: On friday I was at a light , and this guy was not paying attention to the green light so I honked and the guy waved and I waved back, then he kept waving then I was thinking that maybe he was retarded or something. Then he moved over so I can come up. I thought this guy is being tooo nice. it turned out to be [name deleted to protect the retarded]. What a cool surprise.

I'm back!