yeah some shit happened to me (ok, not really), but what’s right on is hmc’s thoughts about her upcoming lawsuit and what she’s learned from it:
Now I know, I guess: don’t let stupid under-the-table workin’, whiney-ass Local 16 stagehands drive into you and almost kill you; and when you do, DON’T hire some friend’s dad who got his degree from a school more well known for its Creative Writing and Marriage, Family, Alternative Family, Polyamory, Alternative Alternative Family, Transgendered Parenting and Well Being Enhancement programs than their law school.
Hire some hungry shark. Judy from work said she got rear ended, was barely tapped, and hired and awesome lawyer, she didn’t do an f**ing thing and he stepped her through the whole process, then she cleared $15k and took her boyfriend and their kid to Hawaii.
went to see kill bill vol. 2, a nice antithesis to the sfiff, now that it’s all over for me.
so to be honest, i’m not quite sure what i think. my complaint about the first one was that it was exciting to watch and full of action but emotionally hollow, but now i almost feel the opposite way about this one. qt did some really cool things in here, but i’m not sure how much it actually comes together and works. daryl hannah was actually pretty great in this one, and i also loved how they had the pai mei part all overexposed like a classic shaw brothers movie. it’s true what they say, that this one is much more of a classic western, as opposed to the martial arts homage that was vol. 1.
still, bad things happen when you have (otherwise talented) actors try and to convincing martial arts. and there was that long part at the end where bill goes on this long overdrawn exposition about comic books, and it’s just qt just spouting off pontificating. which is not to say that what he’s saying doesn’t make sense or even doesn’t fit in the movie, but it just didn’t need to be that long. just get to the point for chrissakes. it’s the same way that qt is annoying to watch in interviews, in the way that it’s so clear that he’s full of himself. just because you make some cool films doesn’t make you the coolest person on the planet, or even a cool person necessarily. give it a rest.
so the side question out of this is: to what point is a person’s body of work afffected by the person themselves? specifically, if the person is annoying does that make their stuff less valuable? can i just ignore qt and enjoy kill bill v1/2? can i pretend that courtney love is not a freak and just enjoy the first two albums by hole?
how about actual crimes as opposed to just freakish behaviour? can i no longer enjoy michael jackson’s music (up through thriller)? and what about kobe? if he’s guilty, can i no longer root for him? or do i just pretend he was framed like o.j.?
sadly, it’s easier for me to start hating kobe if he runs off to the suns or spurs…
last film for me for the sfiff was Grimm.
how come when they have the director there at the q & a section, no one just takes the mic and asks, “hi, yeah, i have a question: what the fuck?”
we had a work outing today, where we spent the day out on the bay on the 56 foot yacht owned by someone on our sales team. (how big does a boat have to be in order to be called a yacht, anyway?) it was really gorgeous, calm waters, and warm, all in all a perfect day to be out on the water. we tried to go out to the farallons, but the swells were a little choppy out there, so we ended up going to angel island for a nice lunch. later we cruised up the bay towards the carquinez bridge.
along the way i spotted a few sea lions, a manta ray, and even a dolphin. but i have to admit that i was pretty taken with the container ships. man, those things are just gi-normous! it was also interesting to see all the huge cranes on the oakland shore from the other side, as you’re used to see them off in the distance while driving along 880. it’s also cool to see the underside of the bridges, especially the bay bridge with all the construction going on with the new span. and the shitty richmond bridge which isn’t that old but looks like a piece of crap.
as for the sffif film of the day, Love Me If You Dare was pretty good. sort of an endless sunshine of amelie’s mind. although it was almost ruined by this large woman who sat next to me just as the film was starting who had incredibly bad b.o. and tried to cover it up with lots of nasty perfume. ugh.
i finally managed to see the doctor last thursday to see about that cough that’s been plaguing me for over a month. but it was very unsatisfying, as she didn’t really know what was going on, didn’t feel like i sounded very congested at all, and just blindly prescribed antibiotics for something she vaguely described as being “somewhere between an infection and a virus”. i guess i shouldn’t complain, as i just wanted antibiotics anyway, and it seems that they are helping things.
unfortunately, she also complained that i had too much wax in one ear, and so having suspected this before as well, i got one of those ear wax removal kits. i don’t know what happened, but i ended up having incredible earaches the first day, and then for the next few days my ear was all clogged up and i couldn’t hear anything at all except a loud ringing.
it’s much better now, but i kept thinking, “what if i went deaf in one ear? what if i could no longer hear well ever again?” maybe i’d end up like hmc’s dad, hard of hearing in one ear, using it to tune out complaints from hmc’s mom. or maybe i’d end up like yao ming, and become a 7’6” basketball player!
maybe i should just pretend not to hear from now on, just to give myself universal plausible deniability…
nytimes has a great little article on those prefab quick houses:
The idea of the mail-order-kit house has been part of the American dream since 1908, when houses by mail were first offered in the Sears, Roebuck & Company catalog. More recently, there have been efforts to adapt steel containers to a similar kind of prefabricated housing. Kalkin has been investigating their potential since 1992; in 1993 he used one in a performance-art piece, ”Addiction.” Since then, he has worked with them in seven different projects, with the goal of arriving at a mass-market commodity. ”You confront a whole other set of problems when you try to turn an artistic thing into a multiple commercial product,” he confessed.
sfiff film of the day was Doppelganger, which was pretty fucking crazy. not crazy “i can’t believe it’s not butter,” but crazy “what the hell is going on in the film” with random splashes of outrageousness and violence. it’s making more (or less) sense the more (or less) i think about the film afterwards, but basically it was exploring the idea that you not only have dopplegangers who are identical to you, but maybe there are anti-you’s out there, which aren’t necessarily evil, but just the opposite of you, capable of doing things that need to be done that you wouldn’t think of or dare. i just can’t decide if the movie ended up being brilliant or a total mess.
however, this did remind me of something that’s been bubbling in the back of my head, related to that article on blogging that zero’s writing. one (of many jumbled) thought that had was that in some ways, temporality is important when you’re recording thoughts, as you’re going to say something or record something in a certain way depending on what you’re feeling at that moment, as opposed to when you record it later more reflectively. but more than just going back and editing an entry later to correct something or to be more discreet, it’s almost that how it looks or feels to you is a actually reflection of what you’re feeling at that time, and so by extension isn’t that almost a different you that’s experiencing it?
what sliver of you or your personality exists at that time is then like its own doppleganger, acting according to its own agenda and desires, and not necessarily doing what the other dopplegangers want or need. snarky-wiseass-you might make some remark, which would cause problems for caring-concerned-you later.
ultimately you’re supposed to integrate them all back into yourself, and become some super über-you, right? i wonder if people find it just easier to kill off the weaker or more troublesome dopplegangers and let the dominant ones live on, even if that’s not what’s best.
like yuka says in the movie, “well, a lot of stuff happened, but i guess it all worked out.”
(sorry about the lag—speakeasy pulled that thing on me so i couldn’t publish again. they fixed it, but i need to argue with them to see how it won’t happen again. or periodically even.)
just saw Goodbye, Dragon Inn at the sfiff. i don’t know what it is about these taiwanese directors. the guy who announced the film said his theory about taiwanese films is that they’re all about some sort of loss or isolation. i don’t know about that, but why do all of them have to be so long and slow? i know heather loves hou hsiao-hsien, but man, he puts me out like nobody’s business. and i have to admit i fell asleep during this film as well, even though it wasn’t by him. there were interesting ponderous moments and funny little oddities, and it was even kind of sweet, but watching some woman who’s leg is lame with polio slowly walk up the stairs, slowly walk down a hallway, slowly walk around a large theatre, slowly clean the bathroom, etc. is just not gripping filmmaking.
maybe having grown up in the west has poisoned my mind with that non-stop mtv video game action! where’s that kill bill?!?
saw three film festival films today:
Burning Dreams was not that great. i had high hopes for the doc about the jazz/hip-hop dance school in shanghai, but i fell asleep. when i was awake, it wasn’t much better. and i really detest films where the narrative is long stretches of words on screen. hello, this is a film, not a book.
Get Up! was mildly amusing, but with a premise of “An accused mob boss idolizes the Godfather of Soul so his gang sets out to kidnap James Brown to perform for him before he is incarcerated,” you expect more than this. i would have rather watched Strictly Ballroom or Shall We Dance? again instead.
however, Last Life in the Universe was pretty fantastic. a quiet little film from thai director Pen-ek Ratanaruang, they say that he tried to direct a movie “without humor” about sadness, life, and death, but somehow the little touches of humor around life seep through and are even more funny. and lord, i could watch chris doyle film a litter box all day and be entranced… so beautiful.
just got back from seattle, where my friend holly got married this weekend. it was a really great time and a beautiful ceremony, and i’m just pleased as punch that she’s going to be happy as all that. we didn’t really do that much else besides go to the wedding and do a little bit of socializing around that, but it was good to see a few friends from l.a. who had flown up for the wedding, like erin & chris and long lost deb! and then there were the blasts from the past when i used to live with hol, such as aron, keith, and vampire boy.
i do have to say that the highlight of the weekend may have been the fat hotel room itself, for the mediterranean suites at the hotel monaco seattle have two-person fuji jet tubs which are fantastic. we spent the better part of saturday in the tub and have no complaints.
sunday we did a little walking around, but spent most of the afternoon at the quite lovely zeitgeist cafe over in pioneer square by the stadium, which is just gorgeous inside, has great coffee and sandwiches, and free wireless! they were playing great music and then later some guys set up a little rig and played twiddly idm type electronica off of his laptop. hightly recommended if you’ve got some time to chill.
the only thing that didn’t quite work out for the weekend is that i had my entire wardrobe planned around wearing my beautiful brown leather jacket, but at the literal last minute i chickened out and wore my rei one jacket, because i thought, “this is crazy! i’m going to seattle! it’s going to rain!” and alas, it didn’t rain at all. it was gorgeous and sunny the whole time. and then i flew back home where it was raining and got dumped on going back from the bart station. the indignity of it all.
thanks to everyone chiming in, and reminding me that not going out and agressively pursuing something that i didn’t want in the first place is no big loss.
but then that does bring up the bigger stickier question, “what is it that i do want?”
having not been able to figure that out to any reasonable degree, i’ve been able to content myself with making a reasonable amount of money with the littlest amount of effort, even to the point where i’m often able to “work” without even leaving the house. or getting out of my pajamas. or taking a shower. or…
but perhaps the point, learned over and over again, whether it be lots of video games and play or luxurious rest and daily relaxation, is that you really need to find something you love to do to be happy. because then you can apply yourself and work hard for it, and have something you love to show it.
(as an illustration, not a boast) roo says about me: “i’ve always thought that you would be great running your own gig. something creative. something wild. something fantastic.”
so maybe this is true. who knows? but again, what?
so, in my best universe/yogi/insert your spirituality here, i’m putting it out there. i’m officially opening my eyes to try and figure out what’s that fantastic thing i should be doing. i’ll try not to be too busy napping or eating fried chicken when it comes around.
i was feeling quite strange all day today about work. early this morning they announced the names of the two new SE managers, replacing one that had been promoted, and adding a new one. i’ve got no problems with who they picked and i think they’ll do a great job. but somehow, all day long i felt as if i’ve missed out on something.
i had been asked lots of times if i had wanted to apply for the job, having been told that i would have done a great job. and every time, aside from the nice compliment, i kept thinking that i really didn’t want to get back into management, and that managing people was just a hassle i didn’t need or want again. i’ve been doing this “team lead” function for the better part of the year, and i can’t help but agree what they said about that on that hilarious bbc show the office:
tim: my job title actually means something, gareth, yeah? i got a pay raise, i’m on a new scale; ‘team leader’ don’t mean anything, man.
gareth: excuse me, it means i’m a leader of a team.
tim: no it doesn’t. it’s a title someone’s given you to get you to do something they don’t want to do for free! right? it’s like making the diff kid at school the milk monitor.
i dunno. i’m pretty sure that i didn’t want to do it, but i wonder if i’m just not being ambitious enough. it’s one thing to choose not to do something because you’ve got other goals and plans, but it’s another to choose not to do something because you’re lazy.
i hope i’m not too lazy for my own good. but i’m never sure.
seems like there’s a lot of worrying going around…
i can see my laptop dying. rather, i can hear it. that painfully inevitable click click click sound which is the death knell for all hard disks. which makes you immediately panic and think, “am i backed up? (of course not. never.) am i backed up enough?”
so you quickly start trying to back up to something, anything, and you start doing a data triage—well, my corporate email is safe on the server, so i got to get my personal email safe, since it hasn’t been backed up in a month, and then i guess all the my documents stuff, and then what about all the detritus on the desktop? and then there’s the wares and stuff collected, and oh shit how about the quicken! dammit.
the downsides to larger and larger hard drives. and also the downsides of not going into work more than once a, uh, month.
dr.mike and i went to powell’s to get some fried chicken for lunch before they closed this week. only thing is, we were too late! i thought they were supposed to close on the 15th, but they were out there hauling fixures and equipment onto the sidewalk and into a truck. (last time i trust that stupid sf independent for anything. no wonder nobody reads it.) the good news is that they found another place, which will be on eddy at fillmore, and they’ll open around july.
we ended up going to j’s pots of soul around the corner for our fried chicken, where they served us four chicken wings, rice and yams. this fits nicely in the fried chicken hierarchy:
1. drumsticks
2. thighs
3. wings
4. breasts
but they do get extra points because the were cooked fresh and extra juicy and were pretty fantastic. not like that fried chicken i got at astro burger in l.a. this weekend where the breast was not only not cooked but cold! the yams were good but the rice not that great, and the cornbread was dry. stick to the yams and mashed potatoes, i think.
i just found the cutest thing ever: when i scratch mika’s butt right on top of her tail, her tongue sticks out like she’s trying to lick her nose. she can’t help it. it’s so cute!
also: the two art shows we didn’t make it to this weekend, on account of easter obligations:
1. phillip ross’ live oyster sculpture
2. pae white’s exhibition of hanging things at the hammer museum
last night we went to this really interesting event at ucla, called visible and invisible drawings, an evening with chris ware and ira glass. chris ware does the amazing acme novelty library, featuring the tragic tale of jimmy corrigan, all done in a beautifully detailed and graphically retro style, and ira glass is the host and producer of the fantastic weekly radio show this american life. this was a live event where they collaborated together, each presenting the story simultaneously using their own talents.
they profiled this guy in chicago whose passion in life, ever since he was a kid, was to preserve historical buildings, especially those of louis sullivan. louis sullivan helped usher in the chicago style of architecture and helped rebuild chicago after the great fire, as well as helping to define the look of modern skyscrapers. he built buildings with wonderfully lush and organic ornamentation, but which were being torn down in favor of the more traditional neoclassical style that had become more popular in the second half of the 20th century.
it was a very cool performance, where ira sat at a mixing board essentially doing his show live, working in the spoken bits and his live narration with the music, and chris projected his drawings to accompany the story as it was being read in real-time. like they said, it was state of the art entertainment of 1850, as if you watched a magic projection lantern show being narrated by mark twain.
it was a lot of fun, as was their discussion afterwards, where they told about how they made the show and their perspectives in creating their individual parts. i think that chris’ portion was more interesting, as it was more illuminating to the story itself, where ira got a little too meta, and talked about the challenges in making the story and how it differed from a normal radio show. which would have been great had i been in a broadcast journalism class, but i wasn’t.
the best part was that hmc not only came and saw it with me, but actually enjoyed it, which was surprising, her not being a chris ware fan (makes her sad and she thinks it’s a little creepy) and also hating talking on the radio. maybe it just needs to be live?
the funny thing is that we ended up at the same event as jack black two nights in a row, as he was at the laker game last night and at this event as well. when, oh when will he stop stalking us?
went down to lost angels for our last laker game of the season, and almost didn’t make it: the plane had an electrical problem, so we had to push back to the gate, and then even switch planes. i was on the verge of telling hmc to go and just sell the tickets, but we ended up flying out at 6:40, and after all the hoo-hah we got to staples center just in time for halftime. alas, our final chance to see the lakers come back and win against the short-handed (well, not really, since the grizz are so deep this year) memphis team, as well as eat some overpriced stadium food. does a mcfishwich on good friday count? at least we didn’t have the krispy kreme donuts. and we did avoid the stadium sushi all year. is that fresh?
interesting article in the nytimes about whether your sushi is fresh or frozen:
Food and Drug Administration regulations stipulate that fish to be eaten raw — whether as sushi, sashimi, seviche, or tartare — must be frozen first, to kill parasites. “I would desperately hope that all the sushi we eat is frozen,” said George Hoskin, a director of the agency’s Office of Seafood. Tuna, a deep-sea fish with exceptionally clean flesh, is the only exception to the rule.
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“In Japan,” Mr. Kawauchi said, “50 percent of the sushi and sashimi is frozen. Only my American customers are so concerned with fresh fish.”
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The Food and Drug Administration does not enforce the frozen-fish rule, leaving that to local health officials. The agency says sushi fish can be frozen either by the wholesaler or in the restaurant, and each party likes to believe that the other is taking care of it.
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But “superfrozen” fish seems to be in a category by itself. Many top sushi chefs are finding that fish frozen to about 70 degrees below zero, instead of the commercial standard, usually 10 below, can stand up to their rigorous standards.
for as long as i can remember, i’ve had my clocks set fast.
this was to compensate for my habitual tardiness. which wasn’t chronic or extreme like hmc’s tardiness, but more on the range of a constant 5-10 minutes behind. i think this stems from an aversion to waiting anywhere for anyone, as i keep thinking that i’d rather have those extra minutes at home doing something useful. however, it’s really about selfishness, isn’t it? that your time is more important than everyone else’s time, that it’s more important that you not be kept waiting as opposed to everyone else.
but anyway, i’ve played tricks on myself for years to account for this, because attitudes like this don’t really work in the business world where you need to show up on time, especially in things like sales calls. so i’d set my watch five minutes fast, my alarm clocks ten minutes fast, the clocks in the living room seven minutes fast. the theory being that just seeing the time would jolt me into getting my ass into gear. and the unspecificity of the time would not allow me to just mentally adjust and make it all moot. for a while, my car clock was set something like 24 minutes ahead. and then 30.
recently, as i adjusted my car clock to 35 minutes fast, i decided that this was all just ridiculous. i’m tired of playing games with myself, and i should just take responsibility and either try and get to places on time, or just not and deal with it. as of the latest daylight savings adjustment, all the clocks are set to the same time. and accurate.
forgive me if i’m late meeting you somewhere. i’m (probably) on the way.
back home, after much security to-do. the line at the southwest terminal at lax was halfway to terminal two! but it moved pretty fast, and they let people whose flight was coming up cut ahead, so it worked out fine.
mika is fine and really really fat. maybe i’ve just been looking at wee little malix all week. or maybe she’s really fat. plus, she must have bumped into something running around because she’s got a fat lip on one side of her chin. it makes her look like two-face.
amongst all the packages waiting for me (stop buying stuff! bad!) was that 250gb external firewire hard drive i ordered, which was pretty cheap, something like $234. less than a dollar a gig! it positively dwarfs the 12gb hard drive on my imac, which was always running full. and now i can back up my 30gb ipod on something, which also makes it easier (and alleviates concerns about re-ripping) to swap music on and off that bulging ipod. plus now i can just keep all the music in one place, and just use the sharing option of itunes to stream music to the laptop hooked up to the stereo, instead of having some paltry subset. sweet.
oh quick scifi movie reviews:
hellboy - pretty good. great look, ron perlman is great, and it’s nicely faithful to the original. the action scenes weren’t that exciting, but i find that the major failing of efforts like this. still, worth seeing.
donnie darko - finally got around to seeing this. wow, it actually lived up to the hype. really interesting, odd, and a little creepy.
underworld - wow, incredibly horrible. and long. i can see the pitch for this movie: “imagine ‘the matrix’, except with vampires fighting werewolves!” i think they blew their wad on the pitch.
i was sitting here thinking about next weekend’s flight down here (or more specifically, the flight back), and decided that flying back on a 6:30am flight was just ridiculous, and that it’s worth it to pay more so i can fly back at a reasonable time, say 8am. so i check my flight, and it turns out, i somehow had booked my flight entirely backwards. instead of flying down to l.a. next weekend, my flight was booked to fly from l.a. to oakland on friday, and then oakland to l.a. on monday morning. upon retrospect, no wonder i got all those crazy times trying to get the cheap $39 fares.
so i fixed it at much expense, and i guess i should be glad that i didn’t screw up before, given how much i fly down here to visit hmc. additionally, i guess it’s really much better to figure this out now than if i had gotten to the airport on friday and couldn’t figure out for the life of me where my flight was…
roo pointed me to this great article in the new york observer last year, talking about, uh, the other side of the whole “does size matter?” issue.
“Of course there’s vaginal variation, and probably as much as penile variation,” she said from Los Angeles, where she’s an editor at Taschen books.
“I think women can pretty smugly go about their lives not worrying about it,” she said. “Because, historically, guys are so happy to be allowed in there that if the walls are a little loose, they’re just going to adjust their thrust and think they have a small penis.”
She did say that heavy women tend to be tighter.
“You’re going to see the most cavernous ones on little, tiny, slender women,” she said. “This is where, to the pornographer, these things become apparent: You say to the girl, ‘O.K., bend over, put your chest on the bed and let your butt stick up in the air.’ These little skinny girls? That thing will blow up like a balloon. She gets in that position, her belly drops forward—you can hear the suction. It will open right up.
“Let’s hear it for the fat girls on this one!” she added.
Tad Low, the co-creator of VH1’s Pop Up Video, told me he was once with a super-skinny model type and it was “cavernous.”
“I couldn’t feel it. It numbed me out completely,” he said. “It was like you woke up on the Amtrak after sleeping on your arm—that’s what it felt like.”
i went to a yoga class as city yoga today, where they teach anusara yoga, which is a unique approach to hatha yoga where the spirit of the heart powerfully blends with the precision of biomechanical alignment. the word “anusara” originates from a line in the tantric text called the kularnava tantra, “shaktipata-anusarena shishyonugraham arhati”, which means: by entering the current of divine shakti’s descent into the heart, the true disciple becomes capable of receiving grace. uh, yeah.
anyway, it was quite nice. we spent some time talking about the upcoming daylight savings time, and how, contrary to urban legend, it’s not about farmers (who actually opposed it) or school children, but was actually conceived and instituted to save energy, by matching up people’s waking hours with the changing daylight hours in the summer. likewise, the practice of yoga is about seeking alignment and making sure your body is properly aligned, which will give you more energy to do what you want to do.
the interesting idea is that if you lived in alaska during the winter, you’d only get like two hours of light a day, right? if that’s the case, would you change your life so you could at least get out and play during those two hours? would the daylight be that important for you to structure your life as to not miss it? why not?
then again, i guess if it were really that important, you’d just move to somewhere with more sun. closer to the equator.
oh, and i did my first yoga handstand today! hooray!
apparently, it’s all about the bling bling for the shrink, sez black:
The Pixies frontman Frank Black has reformed the cult early-’90s group because offers for a reunion tour were “too good” and the money “too much.”
The rocker reveals he has been approached yearly by the world’s leading festival promoters with offers to reform the group he disbanded 12 years ago.
And when the offers flooded in late last year, after he joked about a reunion on a British radio show, Black felt it was time to take the money.
He says, “There’s a lot of mystery around the band, so we’ve been getting really high offers. I could use the money right now. I know the other guys could use the money.”
Black also credits his new-found love of therapy for his willingness to reform the Pixies.
He adds, “I do it on the road once, twice, sometimes three times a week. I end up taking in all kinds of situations … it’s very educational, interesting stuff.
“When I was a kid, I used to move a whole lot, so I’m used to a kind of transient lifestyle. I discovered through therapy that it isn’t always the best thing for me. I’m less able to connect with people. So I’m trying to change that a little bit.”
Black and the original Pixies line-up will tour this month before playing their official reunion show at the Coachella Festival in California on May 1.
do you think his therapist was the one who told him it was a good idea in the first place?
meanwhile, you can help them out by buying cd’s of all the upcoming live shows!
through almost pure fortuitousness, we got to hear archbishop desmond tutu speak at usc’s president’s distinguished lecture series last night.
he spoke for less than an hour, but it was very entertaining and inspiring. he reminded us that back in the days of apartheid, even people dedicated to the cause were questioned, “what could possibly happen through your protests? what is the possible outcome? could it ever end, and if it did, would it not be violent and destructive?” and yet we’re coming up on the tenth anniversary of free elections in south africa, proving that it is important to protest and believe in what’s right, do what’s just, and believe and act in goodness. he told us that we are creatures born out of goodness because of god’s love for us, and despite all evidence that this is a world full of evil, that instead we are full of goodness in a world of goodness, because evil does not last. the despots fall one by one into footnotes of history, while we continue to persist and exist. we continue to be outraged at violence and injustice because we are inherently good, and thus we continue to try and make the world a better place.
it’s quite hard to argue with this adorable man, with all that he’s seen.
we also, serendipitously, were able to get tickets to the reception afterwards, where we got to have our pictures taken with archbishop tutu. we even got to shake his hand! (mental note: when going to see a nobel peace prize winner, always dress better. you never know…)
we also met a journalist from south africa, who had just flown in for the first time to the states, who was here to help teach a course for the journalism department where they would be here for three weeks, and then the entire class would go to south africa for a month!
man, i’m telling you: engineering is for suckers.
