| 27 mar 2001 women wear the pants in relationships. i'm sorry fellas, but it's true. it was quite a painful process for me in finding this out, and deep down i still don't want to believe it. i want to say that men and women are equals, that both should approach the relationship with humility and consideration, but the bottom line is that if it's ok for be someone to be unreasonable, it's the woman. never the man. i'm listening to the _crouching tiger_ soundtrack now. i got it a few months ago, but since they won the oscar for best original score, i decided to revisit the music. the main cello theme is all over the place, which makes the music kind of repetitive, but it's still very pretty. when i turn the volume up, it still gives me shivers sometimes. i'm really proud for the movie and the people who were involved. it was an all-star cast! one thing though... if they wanted some really good martial arts, they should have cast jet li as li mu bai. however, i think chow yun-fat did a good job in the character's serious nature; jet li would have been a little too baby-faced and innocent-looking to pull off the final death scene. one of my favorite exclamations is "hey! it's my people!" i say that whenever i see chinese people, texans, and stanford alums. i have many peoples. but the cinematography in _crouching tiger_ is absolutely beautiful. it's the first time that i've been inspired to visit china. it's a poor substitute, but i did buy a movie poster for the film; it's got chang chen standing alone out in the desert, underneath a cloudy and red-tented sky. i love pictures of a lone figure standing out there in a vast expanse of earth. my favorite picture of myself is little me on top of this big old pile of rocks out in the distance. it's pretty cheesy and cliched, but i still like it. it was taken out in lake tahoe when i decided to scramble up a big mountain of boulders and look out across the lake; my friend carolyn must have thought it was a pretty cool visual as she snapped my pic. i like the cello. as a stringed instrument, it rules all. (piano doesn't count, because it's technically a percussion instrument.) i picked up cello in 9th grade for a year. i was pretty fortunate because i had already been playing piano for like 6 years, so reading music wasn't a problem. i got to be pretty good! (as a beginner, anyway.) i was 2nd chair even though i had just started, and i'm still proud of that fact. i think i am obssessed with indian food. i had it again for lunch today. that's FIVE plates of indian food for my last two meals. ugh. it's a masochistic thing. i eat until i feel like puking, and food coma invades my body. but it's so good going down. on the drive back, i had three coworkers in my car. i decided to play some teenybopper pop: britney spears, backstreet boys, etc. they all acted like they hated it. but i bet they secretly found it to be good stuff. how can you not like the formulaic yet infectious grooves of today's pop nuggets? it's irresistable! most people who know me know that i have some pretty eclectic musical tastes. one of my favorite bands to bust out and estrange my friends' musical palates is einsturzende neubauten, which means "collapsing buildlings" in german. i play this one song in which they burn a piano, and they're like, "ok..." or, i'll pull out cranes, a band that sounds like a heavy metal band with a 3-year-old girl on vocals. it's great stuff. my roommate jack junior year hated cranes; he would moan in agony whenever i played them. but once in a while, i'll surprise people with my love for the oldies. whenever i'm back in dallas, the only radio station i listen to is KLUV 98.7: oldies galore. songs back then were almost utopian in the way that life was just sugary sweet and peachy keen. when i was back home, i had my 14-year-old little brother randy burn me a "guilty pleasures" cd for me... and that's my main driving soundtrack ever since... stuff like britney, bsb, nsync. and other pop creamies like savage garden and spice girls. of course, i threw in a little adrenaline like blink 182 and limp bizkit. the cd always reminds me of my brother and winter break 2000. i have to admit, though, that i've gotten much mellower since freshman year. that year, my friend ken (the fellow "journalist" from my main page) had a great industrial music collection, and he introduced me to a bunch of bands like thrill kill kult, skinny puppy, etc. it was a pretty cool time to be nihilistic, and my music tastes definitely reflected that. one of the greatest moments was when we DJ'ed the music for our dorm halloween party. while everyone was getting drunk on the catwalks, we were blaring spooky shit from our CD collections. it was grand. i miss ken. |