sechan19: (butterfly)
Sensed but unheard,
as the curtain softly stirs.
It is not just a memory.
But it lives and breathes:
watching over you
whilst you sleep.

Kneeling beside you when you weep.

Hey,
don’t be afraid.
Don’t try to run away.
Because pain
can be your friend
as it explains...

The answers
to your questions;
consoles you
in blue reflections;
listens to
your soul’s confessions;
and leads you
in new directions.

So open your heart again
and feel the walls dissolve.
Something’s whispering to you:
"It’s time to let go."
Because the only thing that stays the same
is that everything must change.

Everything must change.

Hey,
embrace your pain.
You cannot run away.
And pain
can be your friend
as it explains...

The answers
to your questions;
consoles you
in blue reflections;
listens to
your soul’s confessions;
and leads you
in new directions.

And all the while
that you were waiting
for love
to keep
the light
from waning--

It’s pain
that stops the heart
from hating;
that cures the mind
of hesitating;
that helps the soul
in separating
from everything

that it’s been blaming.

And
everything’s
changing.


"Phantom Walls," The The
sechan19: (kusama)
Plus:
Those New City buses sure can be convenient when they want to be. I got from school to home to school in 30 minutes today after a minor crisis sent me back to the house for supplies.

Minus:
I lost my student ID and had to have it replaced. Again. From now on I'm not taking it out of the wallet unless I'm asked to.

---

Plus:
The PhD committee meeting has been held for the year, and it generated a) some really good feedback and b) something resembling a plan of action.

Minus:
Some of my committee members had an extremely negative reaction to a proposed avenue of research, so it's back to the drawing board. But at least I found out early.

---

Plus:
I still know quite a lot about Japanese ghosts and monsters and can talk about them pretty much off the cuff for the better part of 45 minutes with almost no prompting.

Minus:
I don't know nearly as much about John Williams as I'd like, nor will I as the John Williams concert was cancelled due to Williams having injured his back. Sadness.

---

Plus:
Foucault is starting to make more sense as he gets farther and farther away from attempts at historical context.

Minus:
Foucault still phrases things in ways that make me want to choke his punk ass out.
sechan19: Photo of me in a Spider-man crop trop. (Default)
I just suddenly remembered that I have to give a ten-minute mini presentation on my seminar paper on Tuesday. Fortunately, there's a real sense that things should be kept low-key and under that ten-minute mark so it's not a huge strain. But still, it was rough to abruptly realize the existence of yet another thing that needs to be done soon.

Yikes.

At any rate, in all other matters (except for the seminar readings, which, I admit, I've really kind of lost interest in) I'm doing okay. Chinese and Japanese are in decent shape for now, and the conference paper draft is very nearly done. I just need to finish the section on the Lotus Sutra, write the conclusion, and tidy up my footnotes. So that's alright.

And I was also able to go shopping and carve out time for John Huston's The Asphault Jungle, which was great but gut-wrenching. Now I'll go drop off the Netflix in the postbox. Then I'll finish up the paper and see what can be done about reading the cursed seminar articles.

Anyway, this is another boring post. I'm doing NaBloPoMo, which is why you're being subjected. Ordinarily, I'd leave you all in peace. ;>
sechan19: (butterfly)
I wore my Giants ball cap today to celebrate the Giants' first World Series win in 55 years (and their first ever win as the "San Francisco" Giants).

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not much of a sports follower, but the Giants have always been special to me for completely non-sports-related reasons. My father and uncle began taking me to ballgames when I was about ten years old, and I've never forgotten the good times.

We'd get up early in the morning for a weekday game, get in as soon as the gates opened, park, and proceed to party. I liked tailgating for a number of reasons. Number 1: it was usually getting me out of school for the day, and I didn't really like going to school in those days. Number 2: there were lots of other kids there usually, and we did all kinds of awesome things... played games, put on plays, watched the adults drink and act silly. Number 3: it was a chance to hang out with Dad and Uncle John, who were two of the coolest guys of my acquaintance. I looked up to them so much as a kid, and I always loved hanging out with them. It made me feel special and important.

In the tailgating years - out at the old 'Stick - I saw wins and losses, snuck alcohol into the park for my elders, made tons of friends, and learned the finer points of what makes baseball the American pastime.

I'm so proud and thankful that the Giants pulled it off this year. It's been a long time coming, and I enjoyed every moment of it.

Way to go, boys!

Perspective

Nov. 1st, 2010 06:34 pm
sechan19: (morisot)
It's frequently brought back home to me that there's only so much one can do, and that at all times we've got to maintain perspective.

I had a bit of a down day today, mainly because of the proposal writing practicum I'm taking and my own ridiculous expectations. After all, even though I'm in my fourth year of funding, I am not a fourth year. I'm a third year. Consequently, I should be proud of myself for getting into a professional conference at this stage of my career and not really that surprised to find that I'm not the best grant writer in the world yet.

See? Perspective.

And that stinging comment one of my peers made wasn't meant to be stinging. It was thoughtless but not deliberate. And that means it can be gotten over.

See? Perspective.

And even though I need to prepare for Chinese, and read more of this week's Japanese article, and continue to put my conference paper in order, and ready materials for my committee meeting next week... what I really need to do tonight is go to a Richard Thompson concert with my friend.

See? Perspective.

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