Two Really Cool Things, and One Fucking Sucky One

MazuI just found out some news that really pisses me off, but since it’s of the least importance, I will save it for later.

First of all, I have added Yellow Menace to my blogroll to the left.  Please check it out when you have a moment because it’s a rollicking good site filled with all the fun facts about Asian pop culture your little hearts could ever desire.  You should also check it out because Musashi (with gentle prodding from Mazinga) has invited me to be a blogger on the site!   I had visited the site and perused it because both Musashi and Mazinga are really cool guys, and after Musashi made his invitation, I looked over the site much more thoroughly.

I liked it.  A lot.  In fact, I bought a book based on a recommendation from AnaKhouri, the third member of the Yellow Menace staff.  I told Musashi I would give it a go, and after I picked a name (Mazu, the sea goddess of Taiwan.  Her original name means Silent Girl, which I think is appropriate for me), he set up my account and wrote an introductory post welcoming me aboard.  Now, however, I am a bit intimidated.  I am Asian, but I don’t know much about pop culture.  Plus, I tend to be, um, outspoken.  I warned Musashi that I am not family-friendly, and he’s fine with that.  In addition, I tend to write many many words.  Most of the posts over there are much briefer than mine–except for the movie reviews.

In any event, I am excited to be embarking on this new adventure, so thank you, Musashi for extending the invite.  Thank you, Mazinga, for making Musashi read my blog!

Next up, I have a dear friend in Nantes, France who writes the fabulous food blog, Life’s A Feast, which is on my food blogroll to the left.  Jamie bestowed an award to me in the past, and she has done it again.  This time around, it’s the Joy of Reading Award.  Here are the rules:

  1. Collect the book you have most handy
  2. Turn to page 161
  3. Find the fifth complete sentence
  4. Cite the sentence on your blog
  5. Pass on the award to five other bloggers

I love to read.  I taught myself to read at age four, and I spent hours every day when I was child lost in the fantasies of the written word.  I didn’t have many friends, so I found my solace in the adventures of Pippi Longstocking, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Harriet the Spy, Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden, and Ramona Quimby, to name a few.  I read books with male protagonists, too, but I remember more clearly the female-based books.

I started writing stories when I was seven.  I did mostly poetry until I was in college, but my love for the written word never left me.  I have stories running through my mind at all times.  One reason I like books better than movies is because I can imagine the scenes in my mind, just as they should be, rather than as some director decides they will be.

I was in a special reading class with one other student in first grade.  We read eighth-grade material with ease.  On my own, I read The Scarlet Letter in fifth grade (didn’t like it), and waded my way through half of War and Peace before I gave up on it.  I read all the Judy Blume books, including Forever and Wifey.  Anything I could get my hands on, I read.

During college, I realized that I didn’t have to read exclusively dead white men, so I broadened my horizons a bit.   Well, a whole lot.  I spent one year reading only Asian/Asian American women, which was eye-opening for me.  There was a lot of dreck in what I read, but there were some really good authors at well.  One of my favorite anthologies, The Forbidden Stitch:  An Asian American Women’s Anthology, edited by Shirly Geok-lin Lim was seminal in my belief that I could actually be a writer who had something worthwhile to read.  I read that anthology countless times, and several others like it.

I am again honored that Jamie has given me this award.  The book I have chosen is UNHOLY GHOST:  writers on depression, edited by Nell Casey.  Page 161 falls into the essay, Melancholy and the Muse, written by Ann Beattie.  Here is the fifth full sentence:  “It is an occasion for melancholy, realizing that you might have gone a little too public, being diverted by what you construed as writerly obligations, listening to too much chatter, letting those seemingly important but ultimately very unimportant things infiltrate where once the muse had time and space to alight.”

Wow.  That’s a mouthful.  Anyway, I will have to think about to whom I will give the award, and I will let you know at a future time.

Finally.  The thing that is pissing me off.  It’s not important, but it’s still infuriating.  After weeks of saying he wouldn’t, Brett Favre has signed with the Vikings.  I’m not linking so you will either have to take my word for it or go look it up yourself.  He conveniently sat out spring training and signed in time for the season.  I fucking hate Brett Favre and his prima donna attitude.  “Brett Favre loves the game!  He’s like a kid out there!”  If he loved the game so much, he would actually do things to improve his skills instead of just coast on his reputation.  He hasn’t been a top-tier quarterback in years, and it really fucking pisses me off that he’s still treated like royalty.

I am rooting for the Pack this year.  I am rooting for every Viking game to end with a Favre interception.  I am rooting for Favre never to make it to to the starting spot.  I cannot believe that that fucking asshole is going to be on MY team.  Well, they are not my team this year.  Thanks, Brett, for ruining the NFL season for me before it’s even begun.  Oh, and FUCK YOU.

5 Responses to Two Really Cool Things, and One Fucking Sucky One

  1. Glad to have you aboard! Still need to add you to the blogroll (which I’ll do at lunch…).

    Sorry to hear about Favre – seriously. He’s a douchebag. That said – go Steelers!(Hope Rothlisberger’s innocent though…that’s a bad scene…)

  2. Alex, thank you again for this great opportunity. It’s a whole new world for me.

    Favre–was, is, always will be a prima donna jerkface. I hope Big Ben is innocent, too. Oh, and TROY!

  3. Ben is a fucktard, but I think he’s innocent in this. I adore him, but after the last motorcycle wreck, I wanted to smack him upside his already-bruised head. Dumbass.

    Troy? Now there’s the man. Lovelovelove him.

    Brett Favre is a washed up, has-been, still-wannabe pussy of a player who couldn’t complete a good season if he paid for it. His focus is money and attention whoring, which these retirement stunts accomplish for him. Stupid fucker.

  4. Wow, that is great news indeed! I think this will be a fabulous opportunity for you, a great chance to write and focus on a specific subject while bringing the unspecific all together (pop culture?). You need to be pushed to write. You have so much inside of you bursting to get out, that you need others to say “okay, now write!”. Good on ya, girl!

    And wow is right about that line from the book. I must ponder that one a bit. And sorry, I know nothing about Brett Favre or the Vikings. I know a bit about European rugby and that’s it.

  5. Kel, I couldn’t have said it better myself.

    Jamie, yes, blogging for YM will make me more concise and focused. I am quite pleased about the opportunity. Now, I just need to kick my own ass in the fiction department (and you could help with that). Thanks again for the award. You rock my world.