Recently, in the life of me…
In Walmart parking lot, on a particularly windy day. I open my door and a forceful wind blows the door into the adjacent car, the tip of my eco friendly fuel efficient Prius barely touched it, really. There’s this Americanized Fillipino dude inside talking on the phone. He calls after me in a angry tone, asking me to apologize. Even though I explained to him that it wasn’t me who opened said door willy nilly but it was a force of nature. Usually this kind of drama transpires between me and some arrogant white dude who buys all his threads from Gap or Old Navy and likes to crack Ching Chong Chang jokes, or jokes about that “very important part” of the male anatomy (thank’s to annoying Extenz commercials for that gem). Yet here’s a “overly white washed” asian guy trying to demonstrate to me, who is actually half white how white white he really, truly is.
Btw, this is a very simple strain of logic but it makes me wonder how white guys seem to know so much about asian male penis sizes like they’re an authority on the subject 🙂 that was my joke.
I apologized (albeit a tingle insincerely I’ll admit) and he says a few words sounding so irate, dramatic. Yet deep inside you can tell he wasn’t. This is the systemic problem today, everybody tries to enact what they see in whichever shows they binge on. They embrace these personas they see in this or that movie/show, etc. He can’t seem to grok the stupid simple concept of what I’m trying to explain to him. I think people just like to sound theatrical. I blame it on Liam Neeson’s Taken series, of which I quite often find myself reciting lines from in life, that or from the Marvel universe. Okay you twisted my arm :
Some fav’s of mine :
#1 : ”You know, sometimes I just want to punch you in your perfect teeth. But we need ya captain” (often said during overly serious meetings)
#2 : That’s how daddy it, that’s how America does it, and it’s worked out pretty well for everyone.
#3 : (in a Liam Neeson voice) ”Let me explain sometime to you very clearly, I have a very particular set of skills” lol.
#4 : can I get that font in cornflower blue ? (Well, this is from Fightclub, the next often referenced movie besides swingers to date).
And the list goes on and on.
I’m starting to hash out some fresh poetry. I can’t on my MacBook, it just doesn’t flow as fluidly as it does on paper. I’m writing in my overly expensive dot journal. Most of my poetry is brooding, contemplative, reminiscent of a moment you might have had or wished you had had. It’s beautifully brooding, it’s descriptive of the faint subtle wind in autumn that rustles leaves and it’s the sounds of nature, or it’s the glance of a person you don’t know, and it’s the peculiarities of this reality we all take for granted. I’m getting inspired but not by the poets gracing my shelves. The more of their fare I consume the more I realized I had more pronounced art direction over my own poetry. And I realized this too : the more I extracted and held back my own emotional landscape out of the recipe, the better the poetry flowed and resonated. When we eliminate “us”, and the purposely emo designed poems we like to cheaply engender the oh’s and ah’s of sympathy whores, we give people a chance to insert themselves into the blanks. It’s these narrow gaps which is where they live, not the author.
My birthday is coming up, May 20th. The only thing I really am craving on a personal note ? This nifty looking notebook of German design. You might have seen it in any local Barnes & Noble. Well, I thought it was cool, but I have an endless array of journals and sketchbooks I’ve yet to fill the pages of. I’m feeling a bit guilty of being a lord of excess so I’ll probably put off purchasing this bad boy.
On a different note, Manhunt is a John Woo interpretation of The Fugitive. It starts out with the antagonist entering into a Japanese restaurant and having a moment over old movies with a rather alluring waitress. When he leaves, the waitresses go ballistic and pull off a hit on some Japanese gangsters that makes anything Taratino’s ever done look amateurish (perhaps because he’s been biting off of asian cinema is whole entire career). Not to be misconstrued with the Unabomber version with the same title ^_^ not the most original title selection there.
Later that day I called moms, she’s not here. Every day is mothers day, really, don’t need Hallmark telling me to love my own moms on a particular given day.