Archive for July 2009

A bit on fanfiction

I used to read fanfiction. It’s interesting to see that the word “fanfiction” is still not actually a dictionary word — it still has the red squiggle under it if you type it out — and how there’s some sort of stigma attached to people who write fanfic — like they’re geek nerds who write about Kirk and Spock getting together or are crazy people who need to stop picking up tiny canon details and then pairing people like Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood together. And to those responses, I say: FACEPALMMMM!

In light of being really impressed with Tom Felton’s performance in the sixth Harry Potter movie (if I have to be picky, I’d say he was the only thing that was memorable and left an impression on me), I’ve been scouring for good Draco-centric pieces. Came across this piece (D/Hr) called “The Universe is a Great and Beautiful Thing,” and here are some passages I really liked. (Just because it’s my habit, here’s also a song to listen to while you read the passages.)

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In his dreams, he wakes up to different images and different sounds. On Thursday he wakes up to the image of bees pollinating from flower to flower and hears blurry, jingly Indian music, as if his neighbors had turned their music up so loud that it had crept through the cracks and bled through the crevices – like a leak – into his apartment. The span of time varies for how long he sees them – sometimes they come in quick flashes, like lightning in the country, or a slap a mother gives to a misbehaving boy in public. Other times they play and play, like a haunted tape that never runs out – until it finally does, and he is left in darkness.

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He misses the big things – like the sky, and the people, and the sun. But he also misses the little things, like the sound of rain against the pavement, and the moisture rings from cold drinks.

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This – this was his funeral. Except sadder. Because he wasn’t dead, except he kept wishing he was, though he had no way of possibly hinting that to anyone around him. He thought about death all the time, and every time he kept imagining how it would be. A beatnik party. A sauna with a broken dial. A rodeo with monsters and whores and thieves. Or maybe – and this was his favorite one – a strange little club, almost like AA, where people are doomed to always meet and talk about their feelings and their internal afflictions and even hug. Except, maybe, instead of the neat donuts and treats there would be stale crackers and veggie platters.

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These days, any bit of distraction is good, no matter what it is. For example: the other day a fly was trapped inside his room, and, seeing the light coming from outside the window, it had spent a good amount of time trying to find its way out. And he’d watched it. It reminded him a little of himself, really. Sad little fly, stupid as hell.

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It reminds him of ingredients to certain exotic dishes that when someone reads out loud, it doesn’t make sense. Nor does it make sense on paper. But when you finally put it all together, it oddly does come together – even in a strange, uncoordinated and unexpected way.

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There are millions of microscopic trembles inside his body – not from pain, not even from the desire of pain, but from something he doesn’t really recognize.

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One day she’ll tell him about how her father proposed to her mother, and why her mother had first told him No. Another day she’ll tell him about what her favorite book is, and how she uses her least favorite book as a coaster. And maybe another day she might tell him about her sleepwalking neighbor who had gone missing one night, or about how her cat had died a few years ago from eating a dead mouse that had been killed with poison.

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You could retrace your steps and relive your life and try to distinguish the bad choices from the good ones – and in the end, you come to find out that it doesn’t really matter. Because you end up where you end up, and it’s hard to imagine anything else.

— Read “The Universe is a Great and Beautiful Thing.”

WHOOPS. I got really carried away. But I love it when an author’s writing is so good that you’re just astounded at how an author managed to think those things and then found the right words, and then put the right words into the right order to form those just right sentences.

Sociological Images » On Sotomayor And White Privilege

Sociological Images » On Sotomayor And White Privilege.

Really interesting read, and Colbert is spot on. I’ve kind of on & off in keeping up with the Sotomayor hearings and I know very little of her background. Maybe she’ll never live down her mention of being a “wise Latina,” but when you think about it, the white males who are doing the questioning are naturally assuming that whiteness and maleness are the norm in this country, and anything deviating from that is somehow tainting a judge’s neutrality.

…Which begs the question — what is the problem with being a wise Latina in this country? Does that phrase have the judges concerned because it means Sotomayor is going to side with all women and all Latinos? If that’s the simple and erroneous deduction that people will make, should the same logic apply the other way? That white male judges might possibly side with all males and all whites in court cases?

Of course it’s not that simple, but it’s always such a taboo moment the second any person of public importance mentions race, and all these questions have to be raised about PC-ness and objectivity. And yet, the dominant race as seen in the media and in the majority of the most powerful people in America is white, but nobody ever mentions it because it’s become The Norm.

Just something to think about.

Song of the day

Pretty quintessential summer pop song for me:

Namie AmuroHIDE & SEEK

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Oh Namie. You’re not a really great vocalist, but you’re fierce as hell and beauuuuutiful to boot.

Current state of drama affairs #2: Han Hyo Joo

Looks like I’ve got another actress on my “can do no wrong” list. Han Hyo Joo is not a superb actress, but there’s something about her that’s just so likable. For me, she’s just like Shin Mina in that respect. I think Shin Mina is generally pretty good at what she does — not spectacular, but pretty good — but she’s got that something that allows me to disregard whatever flaws she might have at her profession. That makes me sound intensely creepy / unable to separate reality from dramas, but it’s aight, I’m still sane.

But I enjoy finding new actors and actresses to like, because it allows me to keep up with their work and see if they improve in their trade. Like the fact that Han Hyo Joo has already picked up a new project excites me because I’ll want to follow it. (Jang Hyuk too?! Sign me UP.)

Does anyone else think Han Hyo Joo looks ridiculously like a less diva/overly sexified version of Hyori? Or maybe a lovechild between Hyori and Han Ji Min??

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Gangster Kitty

AKA Baby Milo (Bape) meets Sanrio. I friggin’ -love- this. My childhood love was Sanrio and now my adult appreciation is streetwear so this is a FIERCE (and undyingly cute) combo.