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| 18 aug 2001 "he thinks he's so comical... he thinks he's the last coca-cola in the desert!" look at that!� (i've started to make my pictures smaller so you have to zoom in.)� it's a chocobo!� heh.� i'm so used to typing it with two c's since that's my yahoo! cognito.� but we were having breakfast at mcdonald's (much to my pleasure), and they were selling playstation figures!� yay!� so i gladly plunked down my yen for a stuffed chocobo.� unfortunately, though, he's holding a plastic thing of french fries (ah, product placement).� but yeah.� do you know what a chocobo is?� have you clicked on the bird on my main page?� too bad, but that site (chocobo country) has gone lo-fi due to bandwidth concerns. rumor has it that if you look really closely, you can find a chocobo in the new _final fantasy_ movie. i'm not really "back" yet.� i've been sleeping crazily.� i woke up today at 9:50 to go to brunch with kara (who's leaving today for her 2nd year of med school in new york), and when i got back, i went right back to bed.� i just woke up, and it's like 6pm.� oye vay. oh!� stupid useless drama!� yesterday, i got an e-mail from a person who didn't like something i wrote in my journal.� i had to remove a paragraph from a previous entry.� i've been censored!� i'm not really bothered, because i really do respect that person's privacy, and i never meant to reveal too much information about his/her life.� i apologized, and i appreciated the fact that the person was really cordial and civil about it. i wonder if i'm being naive in how i write.� meaning that i think that someday, something really bad's gonna happen.� i'm going to get into some serious trouble, somebody is going to get hurt.� aiyah! i was starting to think whether i should have some rules or guidelines about what i write.� rita mentioned that maybe i should write about what i think about people, but i won't write _about_ people.� seems reasonable, but i'm not totally clear about what the distinction truly is.� but i'm going to think from now on whenever i mention somebody else whether that person would be potentially uncomfortable with that information being out in the open. it's funny sometimes.� i've had occasions where certain friends tell me stuff on the condition that i don't write about it in my journal.� really!� i guess people know i'll talk just about anything, and i've had the credo of making anything fair game for a topic. i had a cool chat with rita.� i don't know her that well yet, but she comes across as a really level-headed and supportive person.� that's a good person to have in your corner when your life is all riled up.� her encouraging nature comes across very clearly in her scribbles on her website.� go read them!� her last one was about ranting.� i admit that i'm one of the two people who wanted a rant from her.� i like watching people rant.� yeah, it's like complaining, but it's more emotional and vulgar.� i like it when people explode.� it's real and it's raw.� but, i fear rita may be too nice to rant that often.� i wonder about nice people like that.� how DO they handle everything with such calmness?� will they like explode or something when things just get too tough?� or do they just have supreme amounts of coping powers?� i want some of that! i'm leaving in a few minutes for the zendeko concert.� zendeko is a taiko group from LA.� if you watched _charlie's angels_, they were the taiko group that was playing in the background at that japanese-themed party near the beginning of the movie.� they were playing my favorite song of all time, "hachijo."� i hope the concert's good.� i keep thinking that i could be in san diego with my buddies had it not been for this concert. god damn it.� where is my screwdriver set?� i bought two tare panda's in japan, and the larger one if battery powered.� apparently, from shoji's translation of the box label, if you pat its back, it will wiggle its front legs!� but the battery casing is secured with a screw, and i can't find a screwdriver.� bummer.� i'm not that enamored with this tare, though.� it's bigger, yeah, but because of the mechanical insides, it's not huggable and soft.� and its proportions aren't quite right, and its face isn't as cluelessly cute.� hm.� so i was gonna give my smaller one to somebody, but now i'm thinking, i might be selfish and just keep both. i like that new crystal method song.� i like hard, noisy, crunchy techno-based songs like the chemical brother's "block rockin' beats."� yesterday, i was reminded of my affinity for that stuff, and i put in a cd i had in my car... and that is a segueway to my three favorite songs performed in a live concert (where i would gladly pay $30 to see just that song performed again): #1: "satan" by orbital.� i went to this concert with a coworker, and i was totally not having fun because my tourette's was totally acting up.� i just couldn't sit still.� crystal method opened for orbital.� decent lightshow.� orbital was cool... they came out wearing all black (including black hoods/masks), and they had two maglights on their head, making them look like aliens.� they played their stuff, and when the encore came, i KNEW they were going to play "satan" because that's their most famous song.� fucking awesome!� they played the version with kirk hammett's guitars grinding in the foreground.� it was red everywhere, very evil, and the "1999" on the main screen turned upside down (and the "1" disappeared) to become "666."� if you're ever in my car, ask me to play this song.� the kirk hammett version is the best #2: "fear" by sarah mclachlan.� my favorite sarah song.� she started this song singing a full octave lower at the piano.� she has such a nice voice.� and then, after the first verse, she got up, and cranked it up an octave to the vocal range that's on her _fumbling towards ecstacy_ album.� i think i felt shivers up my back.� oh, funny anecdote.� i went with karine, and this teenage punk behind me poked my shoulder and told me "great catch!" and he gave me the thumbs up.� silly. #3: "like a motorway" by saint etienne.� this concert was at the fillmore.� sadly, they ran out of concert t-shirts.� the bassline and the low-pitched synthesizer work make this song one of my saint etienne favorites.� and they just really turned up the low frequencies at the concert, making the song almost moshable.� sarah cracknell, the lead singer, did this sexy vogue-like posing in the breaks between the vocals.� like i've said before, this was the happiest concert i've been to, but this song had a really dark and rumbling tone to it. sigh.� this reminds me that i haven't seen a concert in a long fucking time.� seeing a band live really has no equivalent...� i MUST check out what's playing, and trek up to the city some time soon.� anyone want to be my concert buddy?� my favorite places are the warfield and the (now defunct) edge in palo alto.� the edge was particularly nice because it was so small that you can really get close up to the band. ok.� not much personal juice here.� i want some juice.� somebody give me juice. 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