Archive for December, 2006

My new favorite word.

Sunday, December 24th, 2006

As of today, my new favorite word is molido.¬† It’s means ground in Spanish — ground as in ground coffee.¬† I think I’ll be saying it again and again until someone beats the crap out of me.¬† But then — ha ha!¬† I’ll be able to say, “Yo estoy molido.”

There are some other words and phrases in Spanish I think are really terrific.¬† My favorite is “l’horoscopo” — which is how it is said, but probably not how it is written, and “piso mojado” — wet floor.

Drowning in chest hair.

Sunday, December 24th, 2006

Here’s an interesting quote I found in an article from my favorite source of weird news, Daily Mainichi:

“French guys I’ve slept with have been, like a lot of Japanese, uncircumcised, but I didn’t think they were particularly large,” she says. “Their peach-colored penises were hard and thick, but they fit perfectly with the Japanese condoms I gave them to use. Apart from the color, they were no different to the Japanese ones. My memories are struggling to breath from all the chest hair that kept hitting me when they were in the missionary position.”

From the article,

“Rising up in protest over the long and short of penis size.”

Curse of the Golden Flower

Friday, December 22nd, 2006

Here’s a post that I just sent to Mobius Home Video Forum about Zhang Yi Mou’s new film:

I saw this last night at my school cinema — tickets were sold out, and I only got to go because my student’s husband had been given them at work.

A few observations, especially about how the audience reacted to the film:

The film itself was not too well-received, as far as I could tell. People WERE impressed by a few of the scenes that involved huge numbers of people, and the audience was impressed by the ninja scenes as well. The audience was audibly offended and distracted by all the breasts on display. I thought a lot of the costumes as well as the hair styles looked very European Renaissance, not Chinese — I thought that especially when it came to the Imperial Physician’s daughter. The women’s breasts were done up in these bandeau things that gave them tons of cleavage, making them jiggle sometimes as they walked along. Gong Li’s breast were revealed almost too much, and other women had these little glittery applique things on their chests. A lot of people in the audience tched or snickered because of this several times. My friend told me that this film is becoming sort of a joke already because of all the boobs on display. I thought the lighting wasn’t so great, especially at the beginning of the film — Gong Li was well-lit, but Liu Ye, in the same frame, wasn’t at all. People laughed at Liu Ye’s character a lot as well. I was perplexed. I didn’t know if he was actually supposed to be funny or not. I asked my friend, and she said people were laughing because he was such a coward. But did Zhang Yi Mou set out to make people laugh? I didn’t find Chow Yun-fat so believable — he did look rather old and fat, and I think when he speaks Putonghua, his voice is not very strong. It’s very quiet, not resonant or masculine. That worked against him. In fact I think any experienced Chinese character actor could have done just as well in the same part. I don’t know if it was the theater I saw it in, or the print I watched, but it seemed the focus in the film was not very deep. There were some scenes that would have been much more impressive (particularly the scenes involving lots of soldiers) if we had been able to see clearly all the way to the back of the frame.

The biggest surprise for me was that Jay Chow really did fine. At first, I assumed he would be horrible, and that he was just put in the film to pander to young people. While he did LOOK out of place when he was just standing there, as soon as he started to talk or interact with other characters he was really good. I could actually believe him as Gong Li’s son because of the was he interacted with her. I never expected this. He did well in the martial arts scenes as well.

The big battle scene was really impressive, as were the scenes involving the ninjas. I might see it again, just to find out if the focus was really only a problem in the theater where I saw it, because I think those scenes would have looked amazing in deep focus. In general, though, I don’t think the film was really impressive. Several things were just overdramatic, so much so that I can’t single out just one example, and so much so that maybe the the moments that really should have stood out were just buried under many other impressive-looking, dramatic ones.

A tiring day.

Wednesday, December 20th, 2006

I had my longest day in a long time today. I taught my own class from 8:00-9:30, and then taught my co-worker Teya’s from 10:00-11:30, from 1:00-2:30 and from 3:00-4:30. After a break for dinner, I had to come back and show my students Saturday Night Fever (they thought the clothing was hilarious). I didn’t get home until 9:00.

It might be Osama in disguise!

Tuesday, December 19th, 2006

Get this — my friends are trying to adopt a Chinese baby.¬†¬†But they¬†have to get clearance from HOMELAND SECURITY first.¬† It’s the new standard procedure.¬†

WHY?!?  Do they think the baby will be a terrorist, or that my friends will use it for terrorism?

I wonder if you’re a Muslim, or someone who’s pissed off the government, it’s, “No baby for you!”

The confusion.

Monday, December 18th, 2006

I’m going through this thing again where I’m contemplating returning to the US. Every so often I start thinking about this, and it makes me all churned up. It would be a huge change. I’m afraid of making the wrong decision. I have all these weird, magical thoughts about what I should do and where I should go, like, “God doesn’t want me to go to New York City.” I think I want to see the future before I decide, so I can make the decision that is the best possible one.

Going through this decision process is a huge stressor for me. I don’t know who to talk to about it. I’d appreciate any help here, whether in the form of suggestions or general encouragement.

Maybe I just need a change? My life just seems to have stagnated. It would also be nice to be surrounded by things I could read easily again.

Here are my unsuggestions for Pride and Prejudice:

Sunday, December 17th, 2006
  1. Daughters of the Moon: Goddess of the Night - Book #1 (Daughters of the Moon) by Lynne Ewing (expected 30.4, found 1; unsuggestions)
  2. Paradigms of artificial intelligence programming : case studies in Common Lisp by Peter Norvig (expected 30.4, found 1; unsuggestions)
  3. Head First design patterns by Elisabeth Freeman (expected 35.7, found 2; unsuggestions)
  4. The art of project management by Scott Berkun (expected 35, found 2; unsuggestions)
  5. Agile web development with rails : a Pragmatic guide by Dave Thomas (expected 73, found 5; unsuggestions)
  6. The Google story by David Vise (expected 30.4, found 2; unsuggestions)
  7. Programming Ruby : the pragmatic programmers’ guide by Dave Thomas (expected 85.6, found 7; unsuggestions)
  8. Liber null & psychonaut by Peter J. Carroll (expected 27.1, found 2; unsuggestions)
  9. Patterns of enterprise application architecture by Martin Fowler (expected 35.7, found 3; unsuggestions)
  10. Nine marks of a healthy church by Mark Dever

It’s right about that!

Sunday, December 17th, 2006

I just tried out this funny little tool, the LibraryThing UnSuggester.¬† You tell it what books you like, and it will tell you what books you won’t like.¬† I put in Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, and a bunch of the high-ranking unsuggestions were written by Tim LaHaye, of Left Behind fame/infamy.¬† A lot of others (1st and¬†4th for example) were written by a guy named John Piper who seems to write some sort of weird Christian stuff.¬† The strangest title on the list was A Celebration of Discipline, which sounds kinky, and yet was another Christian book.¬†

Here’s the link:

http://www.librarything.com/unsuggester

Oh my! (A cruel-sounding comic.)

Sunday, December 17th, 2006

Get rid of your child’s disgusting facial deformity!

“She’s a sight.”

Not very impressed by Larry Clark.

Saturday, December 16th, 2006

I just got a copy of DESTRICTED, a compilation of about seven short films by various directors on the theme of sex or pornography. Larry Clark’s segment is one where he interviews a bunch of young boys to be in a film that he claims will involve having real sex on camera, but will not be porn (?!?). Although they’re over eighteen, several of them seem so nearly feebleminded that I don’t even think they should have been able to sign a release to appear in the movie. Anyhow, he chooses a very skinny, shy, inarticulate boy, intruduces her to several porno actresses, they choose a fourty-year-old lady for his partner (she actually seemed very nice and had a good rapport with the boy), and film several sex scenes. They do oral, vaginal, anal, and vaginal again. While watching this, I noticed they did not use a condom, even once, even in the anal scenes. Not only is that unsafe, it’s also unsanitary. I wonder if they boys had to have a comprehensive HIV/STD test before they were interviewed, and if the women involved did too? It all seemed to have been shot in one day, so there was probably no time for a test in between choosing the participants and filming. That seems really gross and irresponsible, especially when using such a young kid (the boy they chose was only twenty-one). Come to think of it, there were no condoms anywhere in the film that I can remember

The pain of my fart eye.

Friday, December 15th, 2006

 

The pain of my fart eye.

Originally uploaded by MFinChina.

For some reason, the copy of BORAT I got is dubbed in Russian, and has really, really bad English subtitles that seem to have been added by a Chinese person. “Fart eye” is a literal translation of the Chinese word for butthole.

When did Rosie O’Donnell become such a freak?

Friday, December 15th, 2006

ROD’s “Ching chong, ching chong” bit

It’s a shame that she came out as a bitch at she same time she came out as a lesbian. What was the deal with her old “nice” image? Was it just an act?

Happy Chanukah!

Thursday, December 14th, 2006

Guy: It’d take a big-ass blowtorch to circumcise a robot.

–Waverly Pl & Greene St

From http://www.overheardinnewyork.com

Goodbye, Wizard!

Thursday, December 14th, 2006

In a strange coincidence, I showed Taxi Driver to my students last night, and went online this afternoon to find that Peter Boyle, who played Wizard, had died. I wasn’t a huge fan of his, and didn’t follow his career closely, but I always thought there was something cool about him.

Something you wouldn’t see on American TV.

Wednesday, December 13th, 2006

I was just watching the kids’ channel, and they were showing a cartoon about this kid named TuTu. There’s a hairy old man who lives in his housing complex, and who he doesn’t like. His parents tell him that since the man is a widower and has no kids, TuTu should be nice to him. In other words, when TuTu is playing alone and the old man buys him ice cream, he should eat it. When the old man invites TuTu to go play at his house, he should go. I was wondering if the old man would turn out to be a bad guy or something, but no — Niu Yeye was just a nice, lonely old man who likes to buy kids ice cream! You’d never see something like that, telling kids to trust strangers, on American television!

Unintelligent design.

Wednesday, December 13th, 2006

Backpacker #1: What’s up with this DNA crap?
Backpacker #2: Yeah, I know…
Backpacker #1: Yeah… Like, that spiral staircase they show on TV — where is that in your body?
Backpacker #2: Yeah, dude, for real.
Backpacker #1: Yeah, man, you can’t trust science.

–Brooklyn-bound 4 train

From http://www.overheardinnewyork.com

Reoccurring dream theme two

Monday, December 11th, 2006

I wrote this a while back, but never posted it.

That stuff on my hands:

In another part of last night’s dream, I looked at my hands and saw that little green things like small peas were growing all over them. I tried smoothing them down or scraping them off. Eventually I went to a doctor, who said the condition was serious, and scolded me for not seeking medical help sooner. I tried to defend myself by saying it was because I was in graudate school, and didn’t have time to do stuff like that.

Actually, it’s pretty common for me to have dreams where stuff is growing on or in my body. I have a lot of dreams where I pick at something on myself, and some sort of worm comes out. If you go to my Nov. 27, 2005 entry, you’ll see a really strange one

The first neol.

Sunday, December 10th, 2006

The first neol.

Originally uploaded by MFinChina.

Close but no cigar!

Sorry it’s not very clear. Taken on the fly, at Carrefour.

Got the heck out.

Friday, December 8th, 2006

In a real-life situation reminiscent of my dream, I was at the British Council’s IELTS invigilator training when I thought, “Man, I don’t want to do this.¬† Why am I even here?¬† Why don’t I just leave?”¬† The whole training process made the job seem so onerous, plus I’d have to get up really early Saturday morning to do it.¬† I just felt I couldn’t cope, even though I was throwing good money away (RMB 520!) by leaving the meeing early, disqualifying myself from doing the work.¬† But I just couldn’t take it any more.¬† I was getting a headache too, which developed into a minor migraine later.¬†¬† I said I’d gotten an important message, and had to leave.¬† Hopefully that made it seem not too strange for me to¬†go suddenly.

Dream theme one: The disappointing outing.

Thursday, December 7th, 2006

Lately I’ve been having my typical vivid dreams, and they’re falling into several of my typical dream categories.

Dream theme one: The disappointing outing.

I dreamt I went to some sort of conference. It started with a fun walk through a park area, where I got to play with a monkey. Then we went in to begin the conference. As usual in these dreams, it seemed I was the only one who didn’t know what the schedule was. I was with Rachel and Benn, so I just went to the same forum as they did. It was about responsible urban planning, and was led by an angry older black man who looked like he had been some sort of sixties radical. His message was incoherent, on one hand talking about “Christian love,” and on the other hand threatening to physically attack anyone who wouldn’t go along with his plans. We were at a long table and I could barely hear him, though. I was all pissed off, stood up, exclaimed, “I don’t even know what this guy’s talking about!” and started storming off. I realized I had acted really uncouth and made people think I was a nut. I came back and tried to apologize to the other participants, saying my ignorance had made me act that way, but I could see they were still disgusted with me. Soon, bored and confused, I wish I had just left. I wondered if I was supposed to have signed up for these forums, or could know which ones would be on interesting subjects. I felt I should know about that. Later I left the table. Afterward I found out there were all these fun activities that were going on that I didn’t know about or was missing.

I have a lot of dreams like that — I go on some sort of outing, and I have no fun at all. I get left out of stuff, nobody likes me, the directors seem to look down on me, everyone knows what’s going on but me (I used to feel like that a lot), or I need to go change clothes, but by the time I finish the bus to the activity has left without me, stranding me, and I can’t get to the activity until it’s practically over.

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