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this logo cracks me up every time i look at it:



via boing boing

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- i have blue highlights in my hair (and subsequently, all over my towels). once these few semi-permanent highlights fade, i'm going to bleach some more hair - ends, mainly - and then dye it red. dark red? bright red? still not sure. i'm 26 and just now reaching my rebellious hair phase.

- i paid off my smallest credit card - whoopee!

- anthony and i are feverishly watching buffy season 5 (shhh...i've created a monster).

- this past weekend we overhauled the house and squeaky cleaned it. we even bought that stuff you sprinkle on the carpets and then vacuum up. it was actually this allergen reducer stuff, but i think it's making me sneeze all the time...

- i really should start doing overtime at my job... it's just so easy to sleep in on saturdays!

name analysis

although the name kimberly creates an active mind and a restless urge to explore new ideas, we emphasize that it causes a restless intensity that defies relaxation. this name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the solar plexus. [oof]

the name kimberly gives you a strongly independent and highly creative nature, with drive and ambition to have experiences and accomplish things out of the ordinary. you can work intently at whatever is new and holds your interest at the moment, but your interest wanes quickly when drudgery and monotony set in. obstacles to your progress or restrictions on your freedom to act create a sense of frustration which may cause you to feel resentful and even rebellious. you can then become intolerant of others, and caustic and belittling in your expression, thereby imposing stress on your personal relationships.

(via kabalarians website)

from 'kafka on the shore'

i've always been a great fan of the chunichi dragons, he thought, but what are the dragons to me, anyways? say they beat the giants - how's that going to make me a better person? how could it? so why the heck have i spent all this time getting worked up like the team was some extension of myself?
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listening to fournier's flowing, dignified cello, hoshino was drawn back to his childhood. he used to go to the river every day to catch fish. nothing to worry about back then, he reminisced. just live each day as it came. as long as i was alive, i was something. that was just how it was. but somewhere along the line it all changed. living turned me into nothing. weird... people are born in order to live, right? but the longer i've lived, the more i've lost what's inside me - and ended up empty. and i bet the longer i live, the emptier, the more worthless, i'll become. something's wrong with this picture. life isn't supposed to turn out like this! isn't it possible to shift direction, to change where i'm headed?

'kafka on the shore'
haruki murakami

postcards from china

here's a picture of my dad while we were in china - he's standing in front of the village/family shrine. i'm going to try and post pictures up every once in a while - at least, until the storage on my yahoo page lasts...



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trying to stay motivated is hard, for me at least. i find it exceedingly difficult to achieve some sort of passion about my work (and no, i don't mean my job, i mean my creative artistic side). i am constantly struggling with my obsessive compulsive perfectionistic self and i am always trying to "feel right" about my pieces - whether i feel in the right mood creating it or whether i sense the right mood while looking back on it. my work feels very immature to me.

probably the best thing would be for me to create non-stop. to churn out work without thinking on it too much. the rub lies in my "money-to-make-a-living-and-eat-job." who wants to work in a cubicle? who wants to train other employees and be asked questions all day and get stressed over that "can do" attitude? who really honestly cares about "taking that jet plane straight to the top?" planes make me motion sick.

one of my supervisors likes me. not in that creepy harrassment kind of way. more of a "you're-a-team-player!" kind of way. he cornered me in front of the coffee machines a few days ago, spouting from his lips every concievable management/team player cliché i had heard in my life (and trust me, i've heard a lot of them). the thing is, he's really a nice guy. most people who are in higher-up positions in corporate jobs give me the heebie-jeebies with their drive to achieve and do more, more, more. acquire more, more, more. more resources, more production, more movement (upwards, of course).

wow. ranting makes me feel better. my friend meaghan gave me a book a while ago, "the artist's way." the first exercise was to start what was called 'the morning pages.' a little cheesy, but the idea was to get up early (that was the part i failed at) and write 3 pages (long hand) of whatever came to mind. irritations, thoughts, ramblings, stream of consciousness. the idea was to get out all those extra thoughts molding in your mind, thoughts that were possibly and probably gagging your creativity spigot.

right, so i guess my point it: it works. : )

ok, going to play some katamari damacy.

xoxo,
gimchi

twenty six!

happy birthday to me!
happy birthday to me!
happy birthday to meeeee!
happy birthday to me!

a most excellent birthday to finish off a mostly good - kinda crummy birthday weekend! AND i had yummy sushi, compliments of anthony - and the third season of buffy! what can i say, but admit that i'm an addict. i think deep down, anthony may be enjoying it himself, though you'd never hear him say it.

weekend good: got to see family and friends.
weekend bad: dad being a stubborn mule.

ah, family. gotta love 'em.

unexpected surprises

don't you love it when you're going through something, anything, and you find an item you had thought was lost/ruined/gone forever?

i have a picture of me, anthony, my brother and my niece from a photo booth in hong kong. i keep it in my wallet, and imagine my horror when i tried to take it out and the image stuck to the plastic - ripping the image.

just this morning i decided to get out my journal so i could resume my doodling and writing and ranting in a more tangible form and lo! and behold! a copy of the picture resting in the middle!


from left to right: steph - vince - me - anthony

the colors may be wacky - my monitor isn't calibrated - and it's a picture of a picture - but it's one of my favorites.