Sad truth….

FYI

If you come into work and don’t launch Safari, and don’t get on livejournal. you get work done – lots of it.

If you come into work and launch Safari and get on livejournal you get nothing done.

That is, if “you” is me.

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  1. If I come to work and start up Firefox, and even get on LiveJournal, I at least get a little work done.

    When I’m at home and I launch Safari, and get on Livejournal, that’s another matter.

  2. If I come to work and start up Firefox, and even get on LiveJournal, I at least get a little work done.

    When I’m at home and I launch Safari, and get on Livejournal, that’s another matter.

  3. that is…

    …if you are me, too.
    Luckily, this semester all I have to do is write something fabulous about Francis Bacon and one of his pieces.
    I am, however, not at peace with pissing away the whole day doing the LJ shuffle.
    Sometimes I wanna stop.
    Who really gives a fuck about who I ate or what I shagged?

    *slinks off to hump another pizza*

  4. that is…

    …if you are me, too.
    Luckily, this semester all I have to do is write something fabulous about Francis Bacon and one of his pieces.
    I am, however, not at peace with pissing away the whole day doing the LJ shuffle.
    Sometimes I wanna stop.
    Who really gives a fuck about who I ate or what I shagged?

    *slinks off to hump another pizza*

  5. >That is, if “you” is me.

    Ah, but if “I” were “you”, Nayland, “I’m” quite sure “I” wouldn’t be able to keep “my” hands off “myself” for long enough to get to work, much less LJ. And even if after a while “I” tired of playing with “myself” that way, “I” would still have “my” extraordinary way of seeing “my” world to keep “me” entertained and engaged.

    But alas, “I’m” just “me.” Wish you were here.

  6. >That is, if “you” is me.

    Ah, but if “I” were “you”, Nayland, “I’m” quite sure “I” wouldn’t be able to keep “my” hands off “myself” for long enough to get to work, much less LJ. And even if after a while “I” tired of playing with “myself” that way, “I” would still have “my” extraordinary way of seeing “my” world to keep “me” entertained and engaged.

    But alas, “I’m” just “me.” Wish you were here.

  7. i had to admit my computer addiction to someone two nights ago…
    since then i’ve been glued to the keyboard
    my throat is parched
    my legs ache
    but i cannot move

    must

    type
    must
    CLICK!

    infinitely more interesting than television for me
    sometimes just as usefull
    it’s all about relationship, right?

    i’m on and off that wagon with ya, bub
    but in this case
    i spent a few hours branching off you
    reading all about it
    and How Is your Armor?
    Armour?
    looking at it
    following the links
    back dating
    mmm, furry faerie guy, hmmm
    where’s he now?
    and who’s that sexy guy responding to your journal?
    and on and on
    til it’s nearly 3 am

    maybe i’ll sleep soon

    what is productive anyway right now?
    going to the hot springs tomorrow

    maybe i should write in my journal some day, eh?

    HUGS

  8. i had to admit my computer addiction to someone two nights ago…
    since then i’ve been glued to the keyboard
    my throat is parched
    my legs ache
    but i cannot move

    must

    type
    must
    CLICK!

    infinitely more interesting than television for me
    sometimes just as usefull
    it’s all about relationship, right?

    i’m on and off that wagon with ya, bub
    but in this case
    i spent a few hours branching off you
    reading all about it
    and How Is your Armor?
    Armour?
    looking at it
    following the links
    back dating
    mmm, furry faerie guy, hmmm
    where’s he now?
    and who’s that sexy guy responding to your journal?
    and on and on
    til it’s nearly 3 am

    maybe i’ll sleep soon

    what is productive anyway right now?
    going to the hot springs tomorrow

    maybe i should write in my journal some day, eh?

    HUGS

  9. hey you

    it was interesting to see you at the screening of the klaus nomi documentary. i was so absorbed and frankly overwhelmed by the portrayed story that i forgot to mention something i thought you would have been interested in. i went to go see the film right after attending a conference on black masculinities. i don’t know how relevant it is to you right now, i was just so overwhelmed by the intensity of the discussions and the lively discussion of the participants. although it was placed under the rubric of academia, it was definitely a rich discourse on identities and understanding masculinity from black nationalism to hyper-sexualized hip-hop iconography to interracial perspectives through colonized bodies. i couldn’t attend most of the conferences, but the ones that intrigued me the most were about hyper-masculinity in hip hop – which linked a fluidity of identity to cross between conventions yet still personify a kind of inner racialized stereotype (i don’t know if i can fully get into a discussion on this; i found it pretty intense) and interracial identities. well the one panel i attended, i knew would be pretty empty of a following because it didn’t really fit into such a hot topic – and that was on interracial identities, and it leaned more towards my current studies. it was a small intimate group of people (of course reading their papers) but after a bit of sleeping, i did manage to pick up on some really interesting discussions in terms of how interracial identities are looked at and formed, because most stemmed from wars – soldiers inhabiting foreign lands and mingling their identities with that of the locals – particularly the black soldiers because they were twice outcasted, by the white soldiers and by the local inhabitants (blamed for rape and stealing, ect) that they created their own safe spaces. just the idea of these mixings through a form of militant colonizing is strange to confront with the relevancy today in what is happening abroad – and how new identities will be formed through the present war which no one is discussing, and the implications of how these people will struggle between the borders of their identities, nationalities, and difference. to understand one’s self through the intersection of several divides and grapple with meaning between spaces, never really being part of one community (under the idea of how its hard to cross being black let alone being gay and black through a kind of repositioning of identity and where you have to stand on different issues where the communities separate). and the stereotypes that go along with that (the asian women who have married the black soldiers were looked at as whores because they were not with their own kind, and the bastardization of the offspring some people have coined as “war babies” – where does that leave one in the intersections of identity and fluidity of self to weave between these worlds and not have to go through the racial and social prejudices) well i don’t purport to be able to cogently describe the relations in this topic, but it was incredible to have someone who lived through that enter into the dialogue as well, and along with that the strength of discussion from the audience participation was more than most academic conferences, speaking from a place that is a lived reality instead of a theorized intersection. people spoke with conviction and emotion. one comment struck me – in that it is hard to talk about what the conference tries to engage because its not just words – but that these ideas have real effects – it hurts to open up – brings up a lot of internalized issues and confrontations that are always a struggle. even to have a conference devoted to the understanding and discussion of black masculinities is a lot to take in a history of representations that are still being grappled with now – with the different forms of abuse and understanding of masculinity and racial implications. well these are just my musings – i know there is a lot im not saying, but i felt compelled to share it with you.

    ohh and its your birthday? happy b-day, hope i didnt give you too much thoughts to clutter your day made to frolic.

  10. hey you

    it was interesting to see you at the screening of the klaus nomi documentary. i was so absorbed and frankly overwhelmed by the portrayed story that i forgot to mention something i thought you would have been interested in. i went to go see the film right after attending a conference on black masculinities. i don’t know how relevant it is to you right now, i was just so overwhelmed by the intensity of the discussions and the lively discussion of the participants. although it was placed under the rubric of academia, it was definitely a rich discourse on identities and understanding masculinity from black nationalism to hyper-sexualized hip-hop iconography to interracial perspectives through colonized bodies. i couldn’t attend most of the conferences, but the ones that intrigued me the most were about hyper-masculinity in hip hop – which linked a fluidity of identity to cross between conventions yet still personify a kind of inner racialized stereotype (i don’t know if i can fully get into a discussion on this; i found it pretty intense) and interracial identities. well the one panel i attended, i knew would be pretty empty of a following because it didn’t really fit into such a hot topic – and that was on interracial identities, and it leaned more towards my current studies. it was a small intimate group of people (of course reading their papers) but after a bit of sleeping, i did manage to pick up on some really interesting discussions in terms of how interracial identities are looked at and formed, because most stemmed from wars – soldiers inhabiting foreign lands and mingling their identities with that of the locals – particularly the black soldiers because they were twice outcasted, by the white soldiers and by the local inhabitants (blamed for rape and stealing, ect) that they created their own safe spaces. just the idea of these mixings through a form of militant colonizing is strange to confront with the relevancy today in what is happening abroad – and how new identities will be formed through the present war which no one is discussing, and the implications of how these people will struggle between the borders of their identities, nationalities, and difference. to understand one’s self through the intersection of several divides and grapple with meaning between spaces, never really being part of one community (under the idea of how its hard to cross being black let alone being gay and black through a kind of repositioning of identity and where you have to stand on different issues where the communities separate). and the stereotypes that go along with that (the asian women who have married the black soldiers were looked at as whores because they were not with their own kind, and the bastardization of the offspring some people have coined as “war babies” – where does that leave one in the intersections of identity and fluidity of self to weave between these worlds and not have to go through the racial and social prejudices) well i don’t purport to be able to cogently describe the relations in this topic, but it was incredible to have someone who lived through that enter into the dialogue as well, and along with that the strength of discussion from the audience participation was more than most academic conferences, speaking from a place that is a lived reality instead of a theorized intersection. people spoke with conviction and emotion. one comment struck me – in that it is hard to talk about what the conference tries to engage because its not just words – but that these ideas have real effects – it hurts to open up – brings up a lot of internalized issues and confrontations that are always a struggle. even to have a conference devoted to the understanding and discussion of black masculinities is a lot to take in a history of representations that are still being grappled with now – with the different forms of abuse and understanding of masculinity and racial implications. well these are just my musings – i know there is a lot im not saying, but i felt compelled to share it with you.

    ohh and its your birthday? happy b-day, hope i didnt give you too much thoughts to clutter your day made to frolic.

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