Amazing name and mascot.
During the inauguration, I noticed Malia Obama taking pictures with a point-and-shoot digital camera. I'm glad it was of the "grape" variety, but disappointed it was a Kodak. I suppose a child doesn't need to be carrying a Canon G10, but this is front row seats to her father's presidential inauguration! Regardless of standards for normalcy, you won't see any of my future children wandering with lower-than-Canon/Nikon-tier point-and-shoot digital cameras. Shoo.
In other news, I joined Twitter. I don't really understand its purpose, but there it is on the right. My intent is to prepare myself for the purchase of an iPhone in the near future, which I anticipate will allow me to twit away, check Facebook incessantly, stay on top of my Gmail, and Google everything ever. I will propel myself into the future, even if years late.
Or "Borrowing Things, part 2." My dad gave Mordecai this sweater for Christmas, which I appropriated today to channel Kurt Cobain. For some reason, when I see long-sleeved stripes, I think of him. I was never into Nirvana or alternative music in the 90's, but Rock Band and a general interest in reviving the 90's is changing that, bit by bit. Unfortunately, I found Gus Van Sant's "Last Days" disappointing, but my respect for Kurt Cobain increased. I did like that one scene where the dude sings a song and goes nuts on the drums.
So here I am in another reenactment, with Mordecai's (heavy metal) guitar (while actually listening to Biggie's "Big Poppa"). Initial attempts to appear mopey resulted in laughter (above left), but after being instructed to think about dead kittens, I could at least try (above right). Damn, I need a haircut.
For Christmas, Mordecai gave me "My So-Called Life" on DVD. I watched all 19 episodes in about a week before school started. Plaid was so serious back then--Angela's closet overflows with oversized plaid shirts. Doc Martens were also prominently on display, and I saw Rayanne rock some cut-off jeans. Of course, not everything from the 90's and MSCL were fashionably glorious: the Chases' floral print wallpaper was...geriatric; Sharon's Cherski's hair and clothes were embarrassing; and Brian Krakow's grandfather cardigans were no good, no matter how you thought about it.
Today for some reason I was listening to 90's Amuro Namie--"Chase the Chance," "Don't Wanna Cry," "You're My Sunshine"--when genius-but-now-incarcerated Komuro Tetsuya was behind her music. I got all dance-y and channeled both Angela and Rayanne with Mordecai's Sears flannel shirt, my fake beaver vest, cut-offs from last summer, Hunter boots + red inserts, and my semi-destroyed Uniqlo "Warm-Up" tights. One must maintain warmth and optimism in the dark and cold winter somehow.
Some recent noteworthy things in my J-pop radar:
I don't normally reflect and resolve at the start of a new year, but I liked Richard's posts, "Some of My Favorites From the Past Year," Parts I and II. He tagged his Blog Roll to do something similar, so here are my sets of reflections.
Things Done For the First Time (Or First Time in a Long Time), 2008
I forgot to finish posting about New York. I had another moment of success at Zara, this time in SoHo. At Old Orchard's Zara here a couple of months ago, I tried on this gray dress but they didn't have it in my size. It's kind of blobby, or maybe "bohemian" is the more flattering term. Though a bit battered from sale frenzies, it was in my size and marked down, so it is now in my possession. I don't really have anywhere to go with such a dress, but at least I have something on standby.
We met up with Nate and Corinne and went to Han Bat, a Korean restaurant. This is probably like the fifth time I've been there. As usual, I got the bibimba in the hot stone bowl (dol sot bibimba/ishiyaki bibimba/石焼ビビンバ).
My mom made osechi for New Year's.