I interviewed my Japanese great aunt today for my history project, which requires me to interview someone who is at least eighty for a running series of interviews all the way up into the great nineties. So far it's been interesting. Listening to people actually describe things that you only heard about may seem like it would be an inane experience, but I was fascinated. She described her reaction to Pearl Harbor like this:
| Well, our son George liked to listen to the radio during his breakfast. (In the store.) He said, �Mommy, turn on the radio.� So here comes the news. We lived not very far from the Times building. A customer came in, saying, �Did you hear?� Mitsuo was fishing, and when he heard the news he came home, and he was just pale. |
So interesting. After that, my sister and I went to the Mexico Mission Meeting. We're planning on going with a bunch of Jesus-types (no offense intended) to do some mission work in Mexico. Thing is, while I'm not an avid foaming-at-the-mouth Christian, I have a altruistic (hopefully) desire to help. I want experience. I want life beyond Sub-Seattle-Suburbans.
Bjork is God. At least a close approximation. Sexuality is weird. What would we have to live for if humans laid eggs? Do chickens like laying eggs? Sure, it's kind of a disgusting question, but think about it: if all the sex-wars, the discrimination, the power-play, the weird electricity...if it were all obliterated, where would humans be? Interesting to ponder. Also curious is the thought of polyping. Moonhuck and I found this idea quite hysterical. We worked ourselves into a fit of complete incoherency. Poylping, by the way, for the less biologically-suave, is a form of budding. If humans polyped, we'd grow little versions of ourselves on our persons, like a mini me would sprout from our arm or leg or something. Heh heh heh. Imagine the dialogue. Well, I'm going to drag my weird, creepy self off to bed. Good night world. No illicit self-copulation, now. Hee hee.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 9:45 PM
Just saw
"Traffic"...truly an excellent film. It gave me quite a bit to think about...posing an interesting milieu of questions pertaining to the "war on drugs"...wow. Josh was write. It's the shit, people. Get out there, raise some hell over it. It was an honest portrayal, I believe. Beauty in honesty. Good night, world.
posted by
Anemone Ra at 1:15 AM
