I know like 3 people know the link to my blog, but yeah, just in case, it has moved. Click on the link.
Huwebes, Hunyo 17, 2010
new chapter
Lunes, Abril 26, 2010
So don't come here talking 'bout equality or whatnot
I watched Clash of the Titans and it was pretty good, except that there was a couple who sat in the corner and did awkwardness-producing-amongst-the-people-who-can-hear activities in the dark. But what really bugged me during the movie was not public sexual intercourse, but how the movie (and Greek mythology) let inequality slide for the sake of a happy ending.
Sure, we want Perseus and Io to be happy (By the way, why the heck are they a couple in the movie? Perseus is a decendant of Io, fools!), but what about Hades? What about Medusa? Ok, Medusa is snakey and Hades looks like a pedophile constantly drowned in black smoke. But there is no justice in what the movie writers and Greek myth has done to both of them.
Hades was tricked by Zeus, his brother into being god of the underworld. And we all know that the underworld is an icky place. If you were sent there to live on people's fear and hate, you would want to cause a revolution and learn make your own frikkin' Kraken, and Cerberus and other awful things. But is there justice in how he ends up like? Nada. He ends up being portrayed by movie-makers like this:
What they did to Medusa was also awful. There she was just being pretty and according to the movie at least, got raped by Poseidon (Which is wrong of course. Ovid says she laid with Poseidon willingly). Now if Athena were so full of wisdom, why would she punish Medusa into being a gorgon forever!? I'd be disgusted if someone had sex in MY temple, but why do all the human girls in mythology have to be punished because they turned the gods on? Nobody punished Poseidon. And if being given snakes for hair and a serpent body wasn't enough, Perseus had to behead Medusa. Argos was saved and everybody is happy, but is that enough to forgive all the awful things that were done to those who ended up ugly, dead or stuck in the underworld?
In a different note, look! I got three A Series of Unfortunate Events books, for the price of one!! :D I have become a discount ho now that I'm paying for my books. :I
Lunes, Marso 15, 2010
O nothing, just a lazy petite bourgeois day with the patriarch...
What would have been spent as a productive Nihongo review day was spent as a tribute to the capitalism and consumerism-promoting superstructure, the family.
Mhm, the only productive thing I did today was download a Japanese dictionary which I won't look at anytime soon. I just went to the mall with my dad and watched Harrison Ford and Brendan Fraser do things with medicine and yell at each other (don't get me wrong, I actually loved the movie- movies with nerds are mostly never bad). I also bought the following:
Mhm, I have enjoyed my life because even if I'm poor as a rat and doesn't know what to do after college, my father is spending the fruits of his college, educ school, grad school and another grad school, on my shallow desires to read stories of dysfunctional couples and wimpy children. And as we nerdily talked about the situation of the medicine business in the country, I spent the ride home feeling awesome and grateful for the gift of consumerism that my dad has given me today.
Marx is going to look down upon me like the burly male he is, but HEY, MR. MARX!! You'll always be the rockstar in my Rolling Stone and I love your ideas, and I see and understand how the family is perpetuating capitalism by feeding us with this very feeling that I am feeling now, a sort of contentment with the way things are, blinding us from seeing inequality because things are all good and great in our love-filled homes. But WATCHAGONNA DO!? I kinda like my family. And I don't mind being, in some ways, an "article of commerce" for my mom who isn't (explicitly) making me pay for the pain I caused her when she had to give birth to me, and drive the car to the hospital and push it when it broke on a rainy day.
And so, what am I to do now Mr. Marx, when I am still in a capitalist society where we are stuck with conventions such as consumerism and commodification? I say, gotta make do.
I am aware of commodification, and it just sucks to know it but still want the things I want and still need the things I need (like a copy of the communist manifesto), and find that the only way to have it is to ask my dad for the money and commodify our love. But I will not take it against myself that I have to be the blissful idiot most people are and forget about Marx's very male voice in my head so that I can enjoy Harrison Ford movies with my father on days when the capitalist world is being harsh on a to-be proletariat like me.
O BTW!!: Behold.

The paperdoll family I made for my cork board. One of them (Tomoko) is clothed because I don't like her enough to want to make clothes for her and dress her up every frikking playtime.
Linggo, Pebrero 14, 2010
Well. Hello Workforce.








