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School was showing the film Saving Face, and I made it a point to go and see it. I totally recommend it. (Ok, so at times I was guilty of being the only one laughing...) Anyways, it's a lesbian romantic comedy about Asians, played by Asians. I know right? What is this nonsense about casting Asians as Asians because you know there's not a single Asian who can act and speaks English (*ahem* still bitter about AtlA casting). Lots of comedy that I could relate too; I might try and get my mom to watch it if our public library has it.
I seem to have fallen in love with Adam Lambert's Whataya Want from Me (pfft, took me awhile to figure out how to spell the song), particularly the unplugged version from iheartradio and the one on SYTYCD. From what I can see, the bassist dude with the two color hair is pretty cute. (LOL, do I sense some issues popping up with liking a guy with black and white hair?) Similarly Alison Iraheta's bassist in Viernes Te Olvido Yo (Spanish version of Friday I'll be Over U, love that she has braces in the MV too) is kinda cute too. I seem to be on a bassist thing at the moment, haha. Or it's the Mills Goggles. Would not be surprised at all if it was the latter. Of course, Lambert's fairly hot too, alas, not straight.
I'm back to reading books, albeit they're required but some brief thoughts on them. Touba and the Meaning of the Night; I had such a strong burning desire to reread Alice Walker's The Temple of My Familiar after the class discussion. The "magical realism" (in quotes because Parsipur doesn't identify her writing as that genre) at the end was awesome. Rather liked Renee Gladman's first story in Juice; mostly because it reminded me so strongly of Claudia O'Keefe's A Maze of Trees (can be found in Best New Paranormal Romance, Paula Guran), which made me cry.
Oh, the Persephone story I did for that class got good feedback. Sigh of relief there. Still needs to go through at least 1 or 2 more drafts before its ready for online postage, tiramisudolce , if you want it, I'll email the current draft to you, since a new draft isn't going to happen for a looong time since I've reached the point of being sick of the story (also, I'm catching up on your LJ, I swear). Kinda feel that class is going to sneak up and bite me in the ass; the last two writing assignments for that class were difficult and I don't like the results. The latter of them, one of the names the teacher gave it was Writing the Other, and then there were all sorts of nasty flashbacks to Race Fail. That kinda killed any joy there.
As for Amer Lit II, we're finally done with poetry. Huge sigh of relief, since I've been struggling with the response papers for those. We're on Anzaldua and Hong Kingston. I actually like the Anzaldua's piece, How To Tame A Wild Tongue, for this class better than the couple we read for Intro to Ethnic Studies, one of those was Towards a New Mestiza. Kingston's piece is No Name Woman, the opening story of her memoir, The Woman Warrior. Which makes it my 3rd time reading the story; I have to say that the first time I read the book I was rather confused that the memoir didn't fit what I thought a memoir would be.
Didn't take a nap after crew, so I've been up since 5 and I'm a bit tired. This weekend's busy. Tomorrow I have practice and then I'm volunteering at the Pow Wow for most of the day. Then I have to do my reading responses for Women's Studies and Amer Lit II. Sunday I'm hosting prospective students in the early evening/ late afternoon.
Oh, calculus ego has been deflated by graphing y and x=arccot(y) Don't have the space in schedule to take Calc II and Physics I for grins and giggles though; mostly because they're hard work, and I don't need them at all.
Still need to send my letter to my Lit teacher.
I seem to have fallen in love with Adam Lambert's Whataya Want from Me (pfft, took me awhile to figure out how to spell the song), particularly the unplugged version from iheartradio and the one on SYTYCD. From what I can see, the bassist dude with the two color hair is pretty cute. (LOL, do I sense some issues popping up with liking a guy with black and white hair?) Similarly Alison Iraheta's bassist in Viernes Te Olvido Yo (Spanish version of Friday I'll be Over U, love that she has braces in the MV too) is kinda cute too. I seem to be on a bassist thing at the moment, haha. Or it's the Mills Goggles. Would not be surprised at all if it was the latter. Of course, Lambert's fairly hot too, alas, not straight.
I'm back to reading books, albeit they're required but some brief thoughts on them. Touba and the Meaning of the Night; I had such a strong burning desire to reread Alice Walker's The Temple of My Familiar after the class discussion. The "magical realism" (in quotes because Parsipur doesn't identify her writing as that genre) at the end was awesome. Rather liked Renee Gladman's first story in Juice; mostly because it reminded me so strongly of Claudia O'Keefe's A Maze of Trees (can be found in Best New Paranormal Romance, Paula Guran), which made me cry.
Oh, the Persephone story I did for that class got good feedback. Sigh of relief there. Still needs to go through at least 1 or 2 more drafts before its ready for online postage, tiramisudolce , if you want it, I'll email the current draft to you, since a new draft isn't going to happen for a looong time since I've reached the point of being sick of the story (also, I'm catching up on your LJ, I swear). Kinda feel that class is going to sneak up and bite me in the ass; the last two writing assignments for that class were difficult and I don't like the results. The latter of them, one of the names the teacher gave it was Writing the Other, and then there were all sorts of nasty flashbacks to Race Fail. That kinda killed any joy there.
As for Amer Lit II, we're finally done with poetry. Huge sigh of relief, since I've been struggling with the response papers for those. We're on Anzaldua and Hong Kingston. I actually like the Anzaldua's piece, How To Tame A Wild Tongue, for this class better than the couple we read for Intro to Ethnic Studies, one of those was Towards a New Mestiza. Kingston's piece is No Name Woman, the opening story of her memoir, The Woman Warrior. Which makes it my 3rd time reading the story; I have to say that the first time I read the book I was rather confused that the memoir didn't fit what I thought a memoir would be.
Didn't take a nap after crew, so I've been up since 5 and I'm a bit tired. This weekend's busy. Tomorrow I have practice and then I'm volunteering at the Pow Wow for most of the day. Then I have to do my reading responses for Women's Studies and Amer Lit II. Sunday I'm hosting prospective students in the early evening/ late afternoon.
Oh, calculus ego has been deflated by graphing y and x=arccot(y) Don't have the space in schedule to take Calc II and Physics I for grins and giggles though; mostly because they're hard work, and I don't need them at all.
Still need to send my letter to my Lit teacher.