za_lee: (consumption)
i think i'm going to take a break from this...just because a series is finished doesn't mean you have to read it to the end in one blow...

133. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.13 (Harold Sakuishi, Mangascreener Scanlations)
134. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.14 (Harold Sakuishi, Mangascreener Scanlations)
135. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.15 (Harold Sakuishi, Mangascreener Scanlations)
136. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.16 (Harold Sakuishi, Mangascreener Scanlations)

then again, there's the series that are just too much fun to stop reading...if only my life were as idle as that of these silly boys and girls...

137. Ouran High School Host Club, vol. 1 (Hatori Bisco, Shojo Beat)




za_lee: (consumption)
In the words of one fanfic writer with regards to Ryu...everyone here is so straight it hurts.

121. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.1 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
122. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.2 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
123. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.3 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
124. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.4 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
125. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.5 (Harold Sakuishi, Scanlation: Gatsu, Snickerer, Stephen)
126. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.6 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
127. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.7 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
128. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.8 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
129. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.9 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
130. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.10 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
131. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.11 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
132. Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad vol.12 (Harold Sakuishi, Tokyopop)
za_lee: (consumption)
116. Revolutionary Girl Utena, vol.1 (Saito Chiho, Viz)
117. Revolutionary Girl Utena, vol.2 (Saito Chiho, Viz)
118. Revolutionary Girl Utena, vol.3 (Saito Chiho, Viz)
119. Revolutionary Girl Utena, vol.4 (Saito Chiho, Viz)
120. Revolutionary Girl Utena, vol.5 (Saito Chiho, Viz)
za_lee: (shion & nezumi)
For a long time, as it went into 2nd and 3rd and 4th season, I've wanted to revisit this gorgeous, gorgeous anime: the tranquil scenery and character design, the gentle movements of wind and slight that are so reminiscent of Miyazaki, the incredibly sad commentary on memory and our dying connections with alternative forms of life.... I had avoided it because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to take the heartbreak.

Nearly three years later, I've taken the plunge back on an equally sleepless, restless night...when everything is clamoring and I just want to be emotionally spirited away. On the brink of summer, with no energy left for remaining responsibilities...I'm going to rekindle my visitation with Natsume...and keep a journal here of my findings.

Hopefully, as I get better at this, I'll start putting up screenshots and eventually make an icon for the purpose, too. For now...just some ramblings...

2 moments:

- Nyanko-sensei notes that youkai don't bother much with gender. This warrants some rehashing of posthumanism's ties with gender-queerness and woman or the feminine as an inherent category of queer. (what investment could we possibly have in straightness?)

- "She didn't call me today, either? I'm lonely. Even more so than before! Give it back! Give me back my name!" Umph. What else is there to say? The exchange of names, the formation of bonds, and the ensuing loneliness. What you give and take in this act is more than words. This is the new iteration of Saint-Exupery's episode with the fox and the wheat fields. A spiritually invested articulation of broken promise, unanswered expectation. If I never knew you....

And the recurring moment that will always take my breathe away is Natsume returning the names...those words flying from his lips, what he pays to return those broken promises, so heavy with the weight of unanswered expectation. The concentration of his feline eyes, so uncharacteristically nestled in that gentle, gentle face and hair. 

Maybe I should consider taking a Japanese spirituality and animation course in the future...it seems like it might be tons of fun.

And so begins the journey through latent tears...
za_lee: (consumption)
112. Endou-kun no Kansatsu Nikki (Hayakawa Nojiko, Acme + Futari wa Pretty Anon Scanlations) 
113. Kuragehime [Princess Jellyfish], vol.1 (Higashimura Akiko, Hachimitsu Scans)
114. Kaze to Ki no Uta, vol.1 (Takemiya Keiko, Shougakukan) <-- old school yaoi angst!
115. Kino Nani wo Tabeta, vol.5 (Yoshinaga Fumi, Kodansha) <-- he said "please picture Gilbert when you imagine my bf"
za_lee: (story of my life with books)
finally...my list of entire books begins, albeit quite humbly.

1. Jean Paul Sartre, No Exit and Three Other Plays (other plays being "The Flies", "Dirty Hands", and "The Respectable Prostitute")
2. Emily Horner, A Love Story Starring my Dead Best Friend <--i love...the present perfect tense


 
za_lee: (kurogane blush)
I suppose the fact that I'm up thinking about teaching woes instead of drowning myself in some extended un-promising narrative is a sign that my master plan to re-integrate (the temporality of this word choice is suspect) into RL via taking on highly un-rewarding but very "the ways things are" type teaching is part success (other parts include narcissism and self-pity).

there are so many things I didn't know about this gig. well, some of it I knew but didn't know (like Swimming vs. swimming...damn you Kierkegaard...). I know some of you out there are teachers and "splendid adults" as they say, so please forgive this epic fail at getting over oneself...but man do I feel vulnerable and helpless when I reflect on my time in front of the classroom sometimes.

here's what's got me down. plagiarism/cheating. man. if this isn't ever a problem. i think having a language issue in many of my classes (many of my students are international students from China) and also different cultures of pedagogical treatment (being expected to crank out formulaic answers vs. being expected to say something original etc.) might contribute to this issue...but since two cases came to light, transforming what formerly seemed like just an unfortunate possibility into a pressurized inevitability, every paper seems shady as hell. they smack of google translate of random blog commentary...students who couldn't articulate an opinion about The Matrix (i don't teach this) suddenly are talking about psychoanalytical theory (nor this)...the same sentence patterns and structures keep appearing among clusters of papers...and i'm so tired from trying to discern between fob English (and trust me, i'm reasonably fluent at this), well-intentioned uses of reference material, readings generally endorsed by the communist state (these are chinese lit courses), and flat-out whackness.

thinking back to high school, I know it may be privileged, at worst un-mindful, and more innocuously just naive to think that teaching ought not to include things like policing and, I mean this in the most general way, parenting (even though this is never really part of any job description and certainly not what attracts me to a profession in education). and no, i have no personal investment in essential notions of adulthood versus childhood and what forms of behavior or formal elements of presentation should come with (although standards of formal elements of presentation and behavior seem to be key to classroom effectiveness and general efficiency/progress)...but as far as I know, we haven't yet reached the point of cynicism where college is just a glorified/extremely expensive kind of daycare to put disaffected youth...have we?

(says friend: go read some zetsubo-sensei and you'll be fine)
za_lee: (Default)
2012 is the year of the Dragon and today is Lunar New Year's eve.

As the kitchen bubbles and the satellite TV broadcasts festively garish holiday programming reruns from China, I've found a moment to post this whack-ly edited version of an image I sketched for a holiday card exchange with [livejournal.com profile] jedishampoo whose fic led me finally to embrace Minekura Kazuya Ming-Qing-novel-rewriting-love. This, I passed on to a cousin, who looked up at me mid-volume-1 and said,

"Wait, the dragon is his pet?"

Me: Yes.

Cousin: And the dragon is the jeep.

Me: Yes.

Cousin: And the dragon's name is Jeep.

Me: Yes.

lol. Yup and Jeep is totally the 5th bishie in ikkou. Seriously all, if you haven't read this ish, get on it! 

Happy Lunar New Year! Thanks for being around. May this year also be filled with the best fantasies and the truest stories!


   

Go 'head, you handsome flirt. Show them how cute Chinese dragon can be when they get some wingalings.

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