Friday, January 28, 2005
I Suck! And I don't mean in a good way.
So here I am, back in fabulous Canada on the even more fabulous west coast and it's good. Despite all of the obvious drawbacks in my life currently it's still good. And then today I get the first of what I am sure will be many letters from various creditors wanting money. Which I understand. I won't bore you with the details of why they want money (stupid non-working husband who gets himself a girlfriend as soon as we finally have enough money coming in to actually pay my stupid student loans!!! Okay, so maybe I will bore you). Anyway, this one was relatively small and I am determined to get everything back under my control so I called them and we settled it and it's all good. But the part where I really suck (and not in a good way) is that I actually flirted with the collections guy. Because he had a hot voice. And he was nice. And he knocked $200 off of the outstanding amount due. It was great! But not great at the same time. You see what I'm saying here. I so obviously need to find myself a boytoy of some description because when you start flirting with collections agents with hot voices on the phone you know you're in trouble. Bah!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Ooo...Morning Terror...
I can't believe I completely forgot to tell you about my morning of Terror! So there I was, still a little wobbly headed from the wine consumption of the night before (because extended wobbly-headedness is the bane of my drinking existance) and in dire need of a long, hot shower (because everybody knows that that is key in the vanquishment of the wobbly-headedness. I like the word vanquishment. Is it actually a word?) wandering sleepily and defenseless into the bathroom and there it was. A big frickin' hairy ass spider (okay so maybe it wasn't actually hairy although I didn't really get a clear look at it's ass so really it could've been hairy for all I know). Lurking. In lurk. Right there in the middle of the bathtub! Nowhere near the drain thereby removing the possibility of my getting to the taps, turning the hot water on full blast and scalding the little bastard back down the drain where it belongs. Of course that course of action would've hinged on my being able to get close enough to the spider to actually turn on the tap which probably wouldn't have happened anyway. Because if we're going to be honest (and really we should because we're all friends here) I'm a big sissy. So yeah, it was in the tub flaunting it's eight legged untrustworthiness (WAY too many legs to be trustworthy) and I was there with the fear and the whimpering (quiet, quiet whimpering. I have my pride) and the Terror. And really that's pretty much the whole story. There was nobody there to kill the damn thing and I'm a total sissified dork so after leaving and returning to the bathroom several times (just in case it was thinking it would like to leave so I could get on with my day I finally grabbed some shampoo and stuff and washed my hair and whatnot in the sink. Which is really quite a feat what with the whole impending doom in spider form lurking behind me and the remaining wobbly-headedness which didn't fully leave until well after lunch. That wasn't really an interesting story at all. I'm sorry.
Fun Times For All. Well, Just Me Actually.
I had a great day yesterday. Great I tell you! I borrowed my lovely Momma's car, abandoned my doglet and went to Nanaimo. And yes, my life is such that that actually excited me. I know. Best not to examine that tid bit too closely. Best not to examine any tidbits too closely really because they could be creepy. I mean, what is a tidbit anyway? Anyway, it was good. I lounged about at Chapters and Starbucks for awhile doing some work, having some latte action while waiting for my friend to get off work. It was good. I like a chai latte. And then we went for some delicious sushi (okay so maybe it wasn't as delicious as it could've been but it didn't suck so whatever), and sat and talked for hours. I think it was hours. I've been told that I spend too much time looking at my watch for some peoples liking (you know who you are! and I say to you "whatever!") but I still have no real concept of time. It was a long time. And it was fun. And there was beer. Who doesn't like beer? And then we went back to his place and I did some work and we drank some wine and sat on his extra comfy couch and listened to music (again for hours but again I'm not sure how many) and talked. It was great. Because god knows I like to talk. In case you hadn't noticed. Shut up. Shae you would've been proud, the tv wasn't on even for a second! Woo hoo! Whatever. Anyway, it was a nearly perfect day. And nearly is good.
I was a bit sketchy today though. More than a bit actually. I think I may have been the Queen of Unfun to be quite honest. What with the hangover and the lack of sleep and the whatnot it was, well, sketchy. And a little twitchy. But I'm okay now. I had a really good meeting today so that perked me right up. It was good times. And now I must eat. Mmm. Dinner. We're having sausages. And hey, what kind of girl would I be if I didn't get a little excited about a good sausage? A-ha, ha. Ha. I'm funny.
I was a bit sketchy today though. More than a bit actually. I think I may have been the Queen of Unfun to be quite honest. What with the hangover and the lack of sleep and the whatnot it was, well, sketchy. And a little twitchy. But I'm okay now. I had a really good meeting today so that perked me right up. It was good times. And now I must eat. Mmm. Dinner. We're having sausages. And hey, what kind of girl would I be if I didn't get a little excited about a good sausage? A-ha, ha. Ha. I'm funny.
Monday, January 24, 2005
I Love the Gym. Shut Up. I Do.
It's true. I love the gym. I know, you're not supposed to love the gym. You're supposed to go to the gym and then complain about it over non-fat lattes with your friends later. But I seriously love the gym. Probably because it's not a "real" gym. I mean, there are no men wearing ridiculous mesh wife beaters and short shorts (actually that makes me kind of sad now that I think about it) and there aren't any free weights and walls of mirrors or aerobics going on. And there aren't too many girls with full hair and makeup and cute little outfits either. Not that I'm bitter. Nooo. Me? Hey look over there! (This is my standard distraction method...works like a charm). It's just a happy little girly gym with the fatties and the old ladies and the circuit training and I dig it. And it has the little itty bitty titty ladies (yes, there is more than one of them. They should form a club. They could call it the "I used to be a hippy with perky breast but now I'm scary" club). But my recent favourite is a strange breed of middle aged woman who comes to the gym in her work clothes. Maybe they need one small wall of mirrors to remind some people that they actually are in a gym. Seriously, it's hilarious. To me. Because I don't get out much. Whatever. The best one was a mid 50ish year old woman who was working out in a purple turtleneck and forest green dress pants the other night. No shoes. Just darker purple socks. I have an eye for detail. She had a middle-aged lady gold chain and pendant on over the turtleneck and it just bounced along as she did her thing. At least she seemed to be wearing a bra. Of course she looked like a librabrian so I guess the bra thing is a given really. Which isn't a bad thing at all. I'm so babbling right now. Woo hoo!
* In all fairness I should probably tell you what I wear to the gym just to validate my right to mock (as if anyone would question that!). I wear ultra sext (one might even say UBER sexy) black yoga pants with white stirpes down the side, a white and blue 3/4 length sleeve adidas top and my lovely new New Balance cross trainers. See. Perfectly acceptable gym attire. The shirt is subbed out for washing purposes with a short sleeve black v-neck tee. Just so you know. But then the Duncan ladies spend a lot of time checking out my tattoo (trying to figure out what it actually is I think). And I didn't wear my sports bra today which was a mistake really because I was wearing my new cute bra which is black with criss crossing black ribbony kind of stuff in the front. Not so much for the gym really. And now I've once again strayed over the line of sharing and into too much information land. Okay bye.
* In all fairness I should probably tell you what I wear to the gym just to validate my right to mock (as if anyone would question that!). I wear ultra sext (one might even say UBER sexy) black yoga pants with white stirpes down the side, a white and blue 3/4 length sleeve adidas top and my lovely new New Balance cross trainers. See. Perfectly acceptable gym attire. The shirt is subbed out for washing purposes with a short sleeve black v-neck tee. Just so you know. But then the Duncan ladies spend a lot of time checking out my tattoo (trying to figure out what it actually is I think). And I didn't wear my sports bra today which was a mistake really because I was wearing my new cute bra which is black with criss crossing black ribbony kind of stuff in the front. Not so much for the gym really. And now I've once again strayed over the line of sharing and into too much information land. Okay bye.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Snow, aliens and the funk.
So I haven't been keeping up with my emailing lately because I've been in a funk. And not a good afro wearing glitter type funk. No. The bored out of my mind without a car in the snow covered cesspool that is Duncan kind of funk. Blah. But I'm feeling pretty perky today so I'm posting. It's still not emailing but hey, shut up. What do you want from me!?
La la la la la la! I'm actually kind of digging the snow. Not literally because I don't do that kind of thing but figuratively. It's pretty. It covers the uglier bits of the town nicely. If only it could cover the uglier bits of the people too. Oops. Was that the outside voice again? Shit. I've really got to work on that.
Have I ever told you my theory about the snow? Maybe some of you will remember this. I came up with it when I was a fresh young school girl. Fresh I tell you! But that has no bearing on my theory really so never mind. Okay, here it is...
The snow flakes are actually tiny little aliens. Every year around this time they launch a full-fledged attack on the earth in hopes of obliterating us all and taking over because that's just what they're like. They have strongholds in the north as you know, and in the far south but are looking to expand their territory. They are patient. Vancouver Island is one of the most vehement resistants in Canada. Snowplows and salt trucks are our greatest weapons thus far but school children also contribute by eating and throwing the snow flakes about until most of their power has been depleted. Your car defroster is also a valuable asset. My dog has done her part as well by biting many snow flakes while walking the past couple of days. She's little but she's plucky. You have to be careful because they will cling to your shoes and pantlegs to gain access to your homes. But as long as you keep the heat up you should be fine. So there you are.
And now, buh-bye.
La la la la la la! I'm actually kind of digging the snow. Not literally because I don't do that kind of thing but figuratively. It's pretty. It covers the uglier bits of the town nicely. If only it could cover the uglier bits of the people too. Oops. Was that the outside voice again? Shit. I've really got to work on that.
Have I ever told you my theory about the snow? Maybe some of you will remember this. I came up with it when I was a fresh young school girl. Fresh I tell you! But that has no bearing on my theory really so never mind. Okay, here it is...
The snow flakes are actually tiny little aliens. Every year around this time they launch a full-fledged attack on the earth in hopes of obliterating us all and taking over because that's just what they're like. They have strongholds in the north as you know, and in the far south but are looking to expand their territory. They are patient. Vancouver Island is one of the most vehement resistants in Canada. Snowplows and salt trucks are our greatest weapons thus far but school children also contribute by eating and throwing the snow flakes about until most of their power has been depleted. Your car defroster is also a valuable asset. My dog has done her part as well by biting many snow flakes while walking the past couple of days. She's little but she's plucky. You have to be careful because they will cling to your shoes and pantlegs to gain access to your homes. But as long as you keep the heat up you should be fine. So there you are.
And now, buh-bye.
Woo hoo!
1. First Name: Angela! Thank god you didn't ask about middle names. Sweet.
2. Were you named after anyone? Ah yes...my name was carefully selected from the tv guide. I'm assuming I was probably named after Angela Lansbury. Because who doesn't want to be named after Angela Lansbury?!
3. Do you wish on stars? Yes because I'm a loser. I also sing the song in my head while I'm doing it. Because I'm a loser.
4. When did you last cry? This morning while watching Trading Spaces. They were just so happy with their rooms, one of which was really awful that they started crying and then I started crying and it was just really pathetic al lround.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Yes. It's pretty. Old ladyish but pretty nonetheless. I practiced a lot when I was little. Because I had no friends. Because I'm a loser. Probably because I was named after Angela Lansbury.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? I like a black forest ham myself.
7. What is your birth date? October 4th, 1974.
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? Hmmm...they're still all in storage so I'll have to think about that...I have a Spice Girls cd but that's just funny. Maybe my Gordon Lightfoot cd because I actually love it.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Sometimes. I mean, I like martinis which is a plus because I also like martinis so we could have cocktails and watch girly 80s movies about teen angst and never get tired of it. So I guess yes, yes I would.
10. Are you a daredevil? Ooo...sometimes. But sometimes not. I'm a delicate flower so it really depends on my mood.
11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? Yes. But not for a good many years now. I'm much quieter now.
12. Do looks matter? Yes! Of course they do. They're not the most important thing once you've gotten to know someone but I think they definitely influence you as to whether or not you want to get to know someone. For example, I can't remember the last time I approached someone wearing a plaid jacket and sporting a mullet. I see them ALL THE TIME but...yeah. You see my point.
13. How do you release anger? I kill bunnies. Not really...nooo. I write. Or I go for a walk. I don't have a whole lot of anger really. You would think I would but no. Not really. Which is good because I haven't seen too many bunnies hopping around here so how would I ever deal with it!?
14. Where is your second home? I don't even have a first home! No, the island is my home and I guess I think of Tokyo as my second home.
15. Do you trust others easily? Yes. And sometimes that just sucks ass. But sometimes it doesn't.
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? Books. Because I had no friends because I was a loser because I was named after Angela Lansbury. So so sad. I also liked Barbie.
17. What class in high school do you think was totally useless? P.E. I was in good shape in high school but who wants to spend an hour in the middle of the day getting all sweaty with a bunch of people you don't even like? And the communal changing wasn't so great either. Hello?! Personal space!
18. What class in high school do you think was the best? Art, drama and creative writing. Yes, I'm a dork as well as a loser.
19. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Never! Teehee.
20. Your nicknames? Angie-Mouse. Kandy-Pants (although this is a new thing and I'm not sure if it'll stick) and Tookie. Great aren't they?
21. Would you bungee jump? Nooo. I think not. But you never know. I'm a bit afraid of heights but I'm trying to get over it.
22. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No. I'm too cool for that sort of thing.
23. Do you think that you are strong? Yes. But sometimes I'm strong on the outside and squishy on the inside. It's a girl thing I think.
24. What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Citrus. Mango, orange, pineapple yumminess.
25. Shoe Size? 9-ish. My sexy new gray shoes that I'll never be able to wear because the damn snow just won't fuck off are 9 and a half.
26. Red/pink? As a rule red. But I am moving into the pinks because they're just fun. I love my giant fuzzy pink scarf. It's warm. And fuzzy. And pink. I'll stop now.
27. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? It's a toss up between my fat ass and my lack of kick your ass confidence. I'm working on both though.
28. Who do you miss the most? At the moment that would be Kohsuke unfortunately but usually it's my grandma.
29. Do you want ev eryone you send this to send it back? I'm not going to send it to anybody so I guess it's okay if they don't send it back.
30. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Jean skirt, bare feet. I'm a hippy. Where's my incense?!
31. Last thing you ate? Breakfast burrito from some restaurant. It was frickin' good. Mmm...good. The Pioneer House. That's the place. It's made out of logs. Cool.
32. If you were a crayon, what color would it be? I'm still sticking to the black with silver sparkles although lately I've been thinking maybe a dark red.
33. What is the weather like right now? Cold. It was sunny earlier though.
35. Last person you talked to on the phone? My parent's lawyer. It was stimulating.
36. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Package. Yep. It's gotta be the package. Or the smile. It's a toss up.
37. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes. She's groovy. And supa cool. She should move to BC.
38. Favorite Drink? Water. Chai Latte. Diet Cola. Martini. I like drinks of all kinds really.
39. Favorite Sport? Hockey to watch. But I don't really watch it that often.
40. Hair Color? This reddish colour that apparently matches my dog. But I'm thinking I need a new colour soon.
41. Eye Color? Green! Okay, hazel. But mostly green!
42. Do you wear contacts? No. I don't need them and even if I did I just have a thing about not poking myself in the eye. I'm weird like that.
43. Favorite Food? Mexican. Or sushi. I love sushi.
44. Last Movie You Watched? The Stepford Wives with Nicole Kidman.
46. Summer Or Winter? When it's winter, summer. When it's summer, winter. I'm fickle that way. I prefer the mellower seasons of spring and fall.
47. Hugs or Kisses? Both! Why would you choose. If I had to choose maybe I would take hugs. But maybe not.
48. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? I don't really have a favourite right now. I like cake. Black forest cake is good.
49. Who Is Most Likely To Respond? Nobody.
50. Who Is Least Likely To Respond? Elvis.
51. What Book Are You Reading? Dark Horse by Tami Hoag. It's my moms'. I like it.
52. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? I can't remember. Some show with Mark Harmon that wasn't bad and something I really, really liked but forget now. Because I'm a loser. Do you see the theme here? I'm going to watch the Gilmore Girls tonight and I watched 24 the night before last...do they count?
53. Favorite Smell? Sun-warmed indian cotton, fresh bread, and the ocean. Also dirt after a heavy rain.
54. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Rolling Stones! Mick Jagger was so hot before he died and they had him stuffed and turned into a marionette.
55. Do you believe in Evolution or Creation? Both. Neither. I don't know. Yes.
56. What's the furthest you've been from home? Tokyo. But it was kind of like home at the time.
57. What's your biggest indulgence? Recently I've discovered a weakness for shopping. I'm a shoe girl. Who knew?
2. Were you named after anyone? Ah yes...my name was carefully selected from the tv guide. I'm assuming I was probably named after Angela Lansbury. Because who doesn't want to be named after Angela Lansbury?!
3. Do you wish on stars? Yes because I'm a loser. I also sing the song in my head while I'm doing it. Because I'm a loser.
4. When did you last cry? This morning while watching Trading Spaces. They were just so happy with their rooms, one of which was really awful that they started crying and then I started crying and it was just really pathetic al lround.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Yes. It's pretty. Old ladyish but pretty nonetheless. I practiced a lot when I was little. Because I had no friends. Because I'm a loser. Probably because I was named after Angela Lansbury.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? I like a black forest ham myself.
7. What is your birth date? October 4th, 1974.
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? Hmmm...they're still all in storage so I'll have to think about that...I have a Spice Girls cd but that's just funny. Maybe my Gordon Lightfoot cd because I actually love it.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Sometimes. I mean, I like martinis which is a plus because I also like martinis so we could have cocktails and watch girly 80s movies about teen angst and never get tired of it. So I guess yes, yes I would.
10. Are you a daredevil? Ooo...sometimes. But sometimes not. I'm a delicate flower so it really depends on my mood.
11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? Yes. But not for a good many years now. I'm much quieter now.
12. Do looks matter? Yes! Of course they do. They're not the most important thing once you've gotten to know someone but I think they definitely influence you as to whether or not you want to get to know someone. For example, I can't remember the last time I approached someone wearing a plaid jacket and sporting a mullet. I see them ALL THE TIME but...yeah. You see my point.
13. How do you release anger? I kill bunnies. Not really...nooo. I write. Or I go for a walk. I don't have a whole lot of anger really. You would think I would but no. Not really. Which is good because I haven't seen too many bunnies hopping around here so how would I ever deal with it!?
14. Where is your second home? I don't even have a first home! No, the island is my home and I guess I think of Tokyo as my second home.
15. Do you trust others easily? Yes. And sometimes that just sucks ass. But sometimes it doesn't.
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? Books. Because I had no friends because I was a loser because I was named after Angela Lansbury. So so sad. I also liked Barbie.
17. What class in high school do you think was totally useless? P.E. I was in good shape in high school but who wants to spend an hour in the middle of the day getting all sweaty with a bunch of people you don't even like? And the communal changing wasn't so great either. Hello?! Personal space!
18. What class in high school do you think was the best? Art, drama and creative writing. Yes, I'm a dork as well as a loser.
19. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Never! Teehee.
20. Your nicknames? Angie-Mouse. Kandy-Pants (although this is a new thing and I'm not sure if it'll stick) and Tookie. Great aren't they?
21. Would you bungee jump? Nooo. I think not. But you never know. I'm a bit afraid of heights but I'm trying to get over it.
22. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No. I'm too cool for that sort of thing.
23. Do you think that you are strong? Yes. But sometimes I'm strong on the outside and squishy on the inside. It's a girl thing I think.
24. What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Citrus. Mango, orange, pineapple yumminess.
25. Shoe Size? 9-ish. My sexy new gray shoes that I'll never be able to wear because the damn snow just won't fuck off are 9 and a half.
26. Red/pink? As a rule red. But I am moving into the pinks because they're just fun. I love my giant fuzzy pink scarf. It's warm. And fuzzy. And pink. I'll stop now.
27. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? It's a toss up between my fat ass and my lack of kick your ass confidence. I'm working on both though.
28. Who do you miss the most? At the moment that would be Kohsuke unfortunately but usually it's my grandma.
29. Do you want ev eryone you send this to send it back? I'm not going to send it to anybody so I guess it's okay if they don't send it back.
30. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Jean skirt, bare feet. I'm a hippy. Where's my incense?!
31. Last thing you ate? Breakfast burrito from some restaurant. It was frickin' good. Mmm...good. The Pioneer House. That's the place. It's made out of logs. Cool.
32. If you were a crayon, what color would it be? I'm still sticking to the black with silver sparkles although lately I've been thinking maybe a dark red.
33. What is the weather like right now? Cold. It was sunny earlier though.
35. Last person you talked to on the phone? My parent's lawyer. It was stimulating.
36. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Package. Yep. It's gotta be the package. Or the smile. It's a toss up.
37. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes. She's groovy. And supa cool. She should move to BC.
38. Favorite Drink? Water. Chai Latte. Diet Cola. Martini. I like drinks of all kinds really.
39. Favorite Sport? Hockey to watch. But I don't really watch it that often.
40. Hair Color? This reddish colour that apparently matches my dog. But I'm thinking I need a new colour soon.
41. Eye Color? Green! Okay, hazel. But mostly green!
42. Do you wear contacts? No. I don't need them and even if I did I just have a thing about not poking myself in the eye. I'm weird like that.
43. Favorite Food? Mexican. Or sushi. I love sushi.
44. Last Movie You Watched? The Stepford Wives with Nicole Kidman.
46. Summer Or Winter? When it's winter, summer. When it's summer, winter. I'm fickle that way. I prefer the mellower seasons of spring and fall.
47. Hugs or Kisses? Both! Why would you choose. If I had to choose maybe I would take hugs. But maybe not.
48. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? I don't really have a favourite right now. I like cake. Black forest cake is good.
49. Who Is Most Likely To Respond? Nobody.
50. Who Is Least Likely To Respond? Elvis.
51. What Book Are You Reading? Dark Horse by Tami Hoag. It's my moms'. I like it.
52. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? I can't remember. Some show with Mark Harmon that wasn't bad and something I really, really liked but forget now. Because I'm a loser. Do you see the theme here? I'm going to watch the Gilmore Girls tonight and I watched 24 the night before last...do they count?
53. Favorite Smell? Sun-warmed indian cotton, fresh bread, and the ocean. Also dirt after a heavy rain.
54. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Rolling Stones! Mick Jagger was so hot before he died and they had him stuffed and turned into a marionette.
55. Do you believe in Evolution or Creation? Both. Neither. I don't know. Yes.
56. What's the furthest you've been from home? Tokyo. But it was kind of like home at the time.
57. What's your biggest indulgence? Recently I've discovered a weakness for shopping. I'm a shoe girl. Who knew?
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Not so good really
What is with the ladies with the no bra wearing action? Seriously?! I can understand that some ladies have the itty bitty titties and back in the 70s it was cool not to wear a braa when you're out at the disco and the whatnot because who doesn't love a little nipple action when you get right down to it but honestly. When you're at the gym and you're doing the bouncing around activities (not THOSE bouncing around activities! dirty!) maybe you might want to slip those puppies into a tit sling. You know what I'm saying? Just a thought. And not a very fun one at that. Can I add that the itty bitty titty offender was at least 45? Because it just seems relevant. You know, to flesh out the picture. Tee hee. Okay bye.
Monday, January 10, 2005
God bless crazy North Korea
This is what we need here on Vancouver Island. The North Koreans would know what to do about all those dirty hippies!! Tee hee. Kidding. Just in case you didn't know. I'm a friend of the hippie. I hug trees all the time. Whatever. Okay bye!
SEOUL (AFP) - Stalinist North Korea (news - web sites) has stepped up its campaign against long hair and untidy attire which its media says represents a "corrupt capitalist" lifestyle, reports said.
North Korean state television, radio and newspapers have led the grooming drive, urging people to cut their hair short and to dress tidily, the BBC said in a dispatch citing broadcasts from Pyongyang.
Men were asked to have crew cuts with hair growing up to five centimeters (two inches) in a twice-a-month visit to the barber, it said.
Not only health and hygiene but also intelligence was cited by the North Korean media as reasons for the crackdown on appearance.
Pyongyang television noted long hair "consumes a great deal of nutrition" and could thus rob the brain of energy, according to the BBC.
But another serious reason came from state radio which said tidy attire "is important in repelling the enemies' maneuvers to infiltrate corrupt capitalist ideas and lifestyle" in North Korea, it said.
The ruling communist party newspaper, Rodong Sinmun, even warned inappropriate appearance under foreign influence could lead to national decay.
"People who wear other's style of dress and live in other's style will become fools and that nation will come to ruin," Rodong was cited as saying.
Some North Korean TV broadcasts adopted a hidden-camera style video of longhaired men on various locations throughout Pyongyang in an unprecedented break with their usual approach.
The program showed those who were not "in accordance with Socialist lifestyle" just run away or make excuses of being too busy to trim their hair.
SEOUL (AFP) - Stalinist North Korea (news - web sites) has stepped up its campaign against long hair and untidy attire which its media says represents a "corrupt capitalist" lifestyle, reports said.
North Korean state television, radio and newspapers have led the grooming drive, urging people to cut their hair short and to dress tidily, the BBC said in a dispatch citing broadcasts from Pyongyang.
Men were asked to have crew cuts with hair growing up to five centimeters (two inches) in a twice-a-month visit to the barber, it said.
Not only health and hygiene but also intelligence was cited by the North Korean media as reasons for the crackdown on appearance.
Pyongyang television noted long hair "consumes a great deal of nutrition" and could thus rob the brain of energy, according to the BBC.
But another serious reason came from state radio which said tidy attire "is important in repelling the enemies' maneuvers to infiltrate corrupt capitalist ideas and lifestyle" in North Korea, it said.
The ruling communist party newspaper, Rodong Sinmun, even warned inappropriate appearance under foreign influence could lead to national decay.
"People who wear other's style of dress and live in other's style will become fools and that nation will come to ruin," Rodong was cited as saying.
Some North Korean TV broadcasts adopted a hidden-camera style video of longhaired men on various locations throughout Pyongyang in an unprecedented break with their usual approach.
The program showed those who were not "in accordance with Socialist lifestyle" just run away or make excuses of being too busy to trim their hair.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Hmmm
I keep coming to this site and thinking to myself, "self, you should really post something today because otherwise people will stop coming here altogether and then when you actually do post something no one will read it and then you'll never get anymore fun comments like the ONE comment I've been getting and then you'll be sad." So here I am. But the thing is that I don't have anything fun to say. I'm still in Duncan. I'm still sleeping on the air mattress. I still have no job. Of course I have a couple freelance projects on the go and an interview on Tuesday but bah! I refuse to look at the positive! What am I, some kind of freaky-deaky, silver lining seeing ray of sunshine or something?! I think not.
It's snowing today. Woo hoo! I dig the snow. Maybe not when I'm tottering around the hilliest, most no-parkingest college campus in the universe, 20 minutes late for a meeting with frickin' high heels on. But usually. The thing is that I wanted to wear my new dressy type pants because, well they're new and I have no black flats to wear with them and they're too long for flats anyway really and I tried to buy flats the other day but then I found these really gorgeous grey high heels with silver buckles that I bought instead because they were really sexy shoes and I had to have them so today I had to wear my black heels, hence the tottering. It was embarassing. But probably not as embarassing as that chick I saw wearing socks with sandals. Because she's gotta know that's wrong right? Right?! Okay, maybe not.
Okay. Must sleep.
It's snowing today. Woo hoo! I dig the snow. Maybe not when I'm tottering around the hilliest, most no-parkingest college campus in the universe, 20 minutes late for a meeting with frickin' high heels on. But usually. The thing is that I wanted to wear my new dressy type pants because, well they're new and I have no black flats to wear with them and they're too long for flats anyway really and I tried to buy flats the other day but then I found these really gorgeous grey high heels with silver buckles that I bought instead because they were really sexy shoes and I had to have them so today I had to wear my black heels, hence the tottering. It was embarassing. But probably not as embarassing as that chick I saw wearing socks with sandals. Because she's gotta know that's wrong right? Right?! Okay, maybe not.
Okay. Must sleep.
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