Robots

August 31, 2007 at 8:33 pm (Life)

I can’t wait til robots live among us. It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s just that I think they’re cool, and I want to see them in action.

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Don’t try this at home (without the right music)

August 27, 2007 at 7:10 pm (Life)

(This post to be read with “Can’t Live If Living Is Without You” playing loudly in the back of your head):

I got home last night after a long weekend in OC only to realize that I left the cord to my laptop back in Laguna Niguel. The next logical course of action was suicide. But since I’ve been getting to work so early lately, I’m getting off by 2:30 at the latest and there’s no traffic that time of day. So I just drove down to South OC right after work. Sooo glad I was able to do that, too, because I also left my MAC makeup, and really, I don’t want to be without that either. I’ll live, but it’s not pleasant.

 

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John Williams

August 26, 2007 at 8:29 am (Life, family, music, star wars)

Ian and I, along with our friend Missy, went to a symphony last night at Verizon Wireless Irvine Meadows Amphitheater.  The Pacific Symphony was doing a tribute to John Williams, the guy who did the music in Star Wars.   He also composed music for the Indiana Jones movies, Jaws,  E.T., Harry Potter, Jurassic Park, etc. but mainly STAR WARS.  It was a great show, and everybody sat around drinking their wine out of little plastic wine glasses, (not us, God not us), and the moon slowly rose up over the stage during the performance.  It’s not easy for me to become enthralled by an orchestra, but whenever I’d focus on the conductor’s hands, I’d get lost in the music and how amazing it is that musicians can come together in such perfect harmony as to create  intense emotions with their music.  I can’t even play the ipod without messing something up.

We also saw Stormtroopers, Boba Fett, Yoda, Princess Leia, and several light sabers throughout the evening.  R2D2 came out and said some things too.  I’m not a fan, but yes, I got pretty choked up while listening to live Star Wars music.

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Yard sale in Laguna

August 25, 2007 at 6:43 pm (Uncategorized)

Lisa and Chad had a yard sale today. They had a pretty colorful collection of stuff. One guy stopped by on his way to Burning Man, and he looked like he walked away pretty happy.

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The pig in the family

August 24, 2007 at 10:02 pm (Laguna, family, life at home)

My sister Lisa and her boyfriend have a potbelly pig named Oblio. He was given to them as a tiny, cute baby pig …and as a joke. He liked to be held and he made cute little noises, and ground his tiny baby teeth. We would feed him little carrot sticks and rub his little belly, and ooh and ahh over him and his babyish sweetness. He grew up to be a foul-tempered 150 pound beast who hates guests. If someone fell down in the house and got hurt, and nobody else was around except for the pig, I wouldn’t put it past him to seriously try to kill that person. He hates Lisa when Chad is home, and if Chad’s not here, he puts up with her begrudgingly in order to get food and attention until Chad get home.

That said, he’s a pretty smart little bugger. He learned all the basic commands staggeringly quick, like ’sit’ and ‘lay down’. The only reason he’ll hesitate is purely out of laziness. He figured out how to customize his sleeping area to his exact liking, and on any given evening he can be found arranging the pillows just so, a few feet apart, with the blanket dragged in and spread out in between the two pillows. All by himself. He’ll spend as much time on it as he has to. If it takes 20 to 25 minutes, he’ll keep at it until he has that blanket arranged so that it’ll bunch up in such a way that it’ll fall over onto him, just so, when he leans into it. This is where he can be found anytime after about 9:00, grunting and bitching at whoever walks by.

There’s something to be said though, for the bond between a pig and his owner.

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Seconds

August 23, 2007 at 8:02 pm (Uncategorized)

Bat For Lashes is coming back to town!  Janae and I are officially going to be groupies, and we’re probably going to go see her whenever she’s in town.  They’re playing at the Troubador on Oct. 9th.  We love her.  So if you’re there, look for the two drunk girls with glitter and headdresses on, and come say hi.

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From the “things I can go on about” department.

August 22, 2007 at 7:16 pm (family, feminism, polygamy)

Everybody who’s known me for more than a few years knows that when I start talking about polygamy in the United States, I can really GO ON about it. It’s disturbing that something like this is going on in this country in this day and age, especially the parts about the arranged marriages involving young teenage girls. It started with reading, “Under the Banner Of Heaven” (another Jon Krakauer book), but continued with reading Benjamin Bistline’s “A History of Colorado City”, and Kaziah May Hancock’s “Prisons of the Mind”. I also read every article I could get my hands on, at the time. A five page essay that I wrote about it for a psychology class in college was recently published in “The Book Your Church Doesn’t Want You To Read”, 2nd Edition, which was edited by Tim Leedom and Maria Murdy (my sister). I finally felt like the story and the problem was getting out there and heard, although it’s also all over the media now, in part because of the arrest of the leader of the Colorado City/Hildale sect, Warren Jeffs.

During the later part of my fanatic research, I started feeling like there is a huge chunk of the story that still isn’t being told, and is essential in understanding the big picture. The less sensational, more neutral stories, the ones that explain in a more in-depth way why people stay in Polygamous communities, are not often told. Among other reasons that women aren’t doing a lot of speaking out: the fact that they are born into it, are subjected to a form of brainwashing, geographically isolated, and the many side effects of working with a small gene pool. Also, allegedly, education for women ending in the 8th grade can absorb some of the blame. This would get in the way of being able to articulate one’s own story in a way that feels comfortable. Self-esteem issues, too, would certainly get in the way of a woman standing up and talking about her life in this kind of environment.

So yesterday I ran into an article in Glamour Magazine about a woman’s exodus from polygamy, excerpted here . I had never heard of her, nor had I run into anyone with the same last name as her in my reading. Nonetheless, all of her stories have the same elements. Being called a “Polyg”, by outsiders and being stared at like the Amish, the repeated use of the phrase “keep sweet”, the knowledge that she would get assigned to a husband without much warning, and having female teenage friends and relatives vanish into another household and rarely seen again. These absentee women are nicknamed “poofers”, and their childhood ends when they are assigned to a husband. No more barbies, no slumber parties, no girl time, no high school. Women are taught to suppress and ignore any emotions that might tell them to question their circumstances. I liked this article, because she really talked about her relationships with the other women in her family, and in a very compassionate way. It really made me glad that they didn’t go all Waco on Warren Jeffs and his followers. Instead, they put out a warrant for his role in the arranged marriage of a fourteen year old girl, and as a result, he left the community and went into hiding. He was arrested last year, and is currently awaiting trial. Obviously the members of his sect were not following his orders at gunpoint, all these years. They all live according to “The Principle,” and it’s The Principle that tells them to continue believing that they will go to hell and be unable to walk beside their families and friends in the Kingdom of Heaven (here is where fundamentalism and mainstream mormonism start to overlap) if they don’t follow the rules dictated in their family’s religion. What it basically boils down to, is the strong family ties that we can all relate to. If your family lives a certain way, and you love that family as much as or more than you love yourself, as I do and many people do, then it’s a hell of a lot easier to embrace their beliefs and lifestyle. The roots of the healing of many of these families lies in cooperation, and side by side helping educate themselves and each other to learn how to live in a way that won’t hurt their sons and daughters.

So the women who leave the community now, are in for a world of hurt, uphill battles and alienation. There will, however, be a world of benefits, chief among these being their daughters’ ability to choose who they want to marry, freedom not to have to deal with abandoning their siblings and families in order to get out, and the fact that their sons won’t have to face being pushed out of the community to avoid competition for older polygamous men.

Freedom is not without a price tag.

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Sunday, at the Beastie Boys concert

August 21, 2007 at 8:29 pm (friends)

Janae and I went to a Beastie Boys concert on Sunday night, to celebrate her last night of summer vacation. She’s embarking on another hectic semester of working on her Master’s Degree in English Lit, which if it doesn’t kill her, will make her a lot stronger. The concert was at the Greek, which was SUCH a nice venue. The not so nice thing about it was the stacked parking, which means that all cars assume the position of a massive traffic jam, and our ability to leave depended completely on the cooperation of every single other car in the entire parking lot. I carried on about it way longer than necessary, and finally she’s like, “okay, I get it, we’re going to be here until 4 a.m.!” And I said, “No really, we might end up sleeping in your car.”  And she’s all, “I’m okay with that” and I’m like, “You know, we’re going to be here until 4 a.m.” The show was great, and I’m glad we went.  Onstage, they remind me of Lenny and Squiggy with a third MC and then two turntables and a DJ, and a wacky keyboard player named ‘Money Mark’.  That guy was all over the place, and then did a one handed cartwheel as they were leaving stage.  I will be working on getting Asia to do that, on our next visit.

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We were home by midnight.

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The Dark Side

August 18, 2007 at 8:20 pm (star wars)

Every now and then I think about how Anakin turned into Darth Vader over losing his mom, and worrying that he was going to be unable to save his wife from death someday too.

I still can’t believe the whole downfall of the galaxy was started by Sand People.

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State of the nation

August 17, 2007 at 8:30 pm (Uncategorized)

On Tuesday when I was browsing at the bookstore, I ended up looking at book titles the entire time. I usually stop and read something, but I ended up scanning, picking up books and looking at the back cover and seeing what people are writing about these days. I saw rows and rows of books written by middle eastern women, at the front of the store. I wanted to read each and every one of those books. I also saw that in the biography section, people will write about ANYthing these days. Someone got screwed over by their husband? I guess other people want to read about it. The woman who raised music producer/rapper Kanye West? We might want to hear her story. I saw a book that appeared to be written by someone my age, with my circumstances, talking about how she lived a carefree life and then chose to become a mommy. It looked like it would be a great commentary about the road less travelled. She said that she had been living the life that so many women have chosen to live these days, to be a daughter instead of a mother. To wonder instead of know. Right about there was where she lost me as an interested reader. I thought she was going to talk about the advantages of both sides, you know? As if everyone who hasn’t had a kid just wonders. I was bummed too, because here I thought there was someone I could relate to.

I mean, even now, I find myself wishing I had someone to read Dr. Seuss to, and whose room I could decorate like LaLa land. Or play with Tonka Trucks with. Among SO many other things that I would do. I also find myself enjoying the freedom more than I ever have, because now, with my twenties behind me, I also have [most of] the angst behind me. I can spend an entire evening walking along the beach in Malibu by myself, if I so choose. Or take off for the weekend without having to make any arrangements or pack for a whole brood.

There’s potential for wondering on either path. The attitude that women are missing out until they have kids was addressed as far back in the feminist movement as Erica Jong’s “Fear of Flying”, when her sister was pounding on her to get with the program and start having babies. What about the women who don’t? Are they going to suffer from a deficiency, at the end of their lives?

I was also loving the history section, like I always do. In the section on South American History, there’s an entire book about cocaine. There’s an entire chapter dedicated to crack cocaine, it’s history, and all the “why’s” you’ve ever wanted to ask. Freebasing? It means just freeing the base elements in cocaine, and letting them drift upwards in a vapor and into your lungs.

I did not know that.

And with all the free time I have, I can freebase all the crack cocaine I want, because now I know how. In fact I can do that all weekend.

I really should get out and check out books more often.

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