About Me

* Late night edit below
:Ucla :
beat Illinois! Yeah, baby! But it was an ugly win… 6-3
at home… I hate to say it but the offense was again offensive! They sucked big time. Where’s the West Coast offense that first-year coach Darl Dorrell claimed to be bringing to the Bruins… The TV people have been saying it take time to incorporate a system, but it shouldn’t take time to identify you best players. RB Manny White didn’t even touch the ball last week, and this week it took until the third quarter before he was getting number called consistently. Mighty Mouse Ebell was nice last year, but I think most defenses have his number; he hasn’t been able to run since the ‘$C game last year–‘sc, BTW, kicked Hawaii’s butt up and down the field. The bright spot is the defense. Damn they’re tough. They’ve been holding teams way below their offensive averages. But still, I don’t really look forward to next week’s game against Oklahoma. If the defense can hold OU to around 20 points, that’d be great, but OU’s strong suit is their defense and I’m afraid our Bruins will get their asses handed to them.

Enough football….

: About Me :
Who gives a sh*t, right?!?
Well, I do. So here’s a few things about me that you may not know even if you’ve faithfully read the installments of “Not Living Up To Expectations”:

  1. I am lactose intolerant. I never eat milk chocolate. But I do like dark chocolate. In fact, I’m addicted.
  2. I grade papers on the train to and from work. Its the best way to kill travel time. Besides, when I get sleepy–or actually fall asleep–on the Metro, I find that I am a fast but easy grader… good for my kids.
  3. I like dark chocolate.
  4. I like Mexican/south-of-the-border food, and am disappointed that there are no good places in the DC area at reasonable prices. My gawd, the best place is–get this–Chevy’s. I mean, Chevy’s would even make it on my top 20 list in SoCal. I went to a place in Vienna called Anita’s that advertised itself as the most authentic Mexican food in NoVa, and ordered a Hollenbeck. The cheese that was melted on top of it tasted like CheezWhiz… Yeah, real authentic. If you’re in LA, go to El Tepeyac–the locals call it Manuel’s, the owner’s name–on Evergreen in East LA. If you go at night go with 4-5 guys, cuz it kinda scary, but its the best food for the best price! They have a branch in San Gabriel, but its not the same. Go to the original–crap, I can talk about food forevah!
  5. I use single ply instead of double ply toilet paper. No Charmin for me, it runs out too quickly. And my butt will live even without its gentle caresses.
  6. Nasonex over Flonase. Only people with hay fever will know what these are. hahahah…. why am I laughing?
  7. Okay, just came back from shopping… Musubi-chan wanted to get a drink and I ended up having 8 pints as I watched the Carolina Panthers (Bruins) beat the Bucs in overtime–sorry Hanzo, but I gotta root for a team that stocks itself with UCLA Bruins. Anyway, my head is light… what the heck am I gonna teach class tomorrow? Anyway, the Dude Hamamoto said that King Tacos in East LA rules, and he is right to a degree… They serve a El Pastuer at King Taco that they don’t have at El Tepeyac and it is friggin good–of course you have to be an Eastsider to appreciate it, and as all my faithful readers know, I am a dyed-in-the-wool LA Eastsider. BUT El Tepeyac is the king, King Taco comes in at a very close third! hahahaha What’s second? You ELAC cholos chime in and guess what it is.
  8. I love all kinds of music everything from classical to hard rock… For me, there is no “genre” to like or dislike–ok, maybe disco–but there is good and bad in EVERYTHING. I’m a Mozart and Beethoven fan, could care less about most of Bach. I enjoy McCoy Tyner, Ron Carter, Miles Davis, Noel Pointer, Maynard Ferguson, Stan Getz and lots of other jazz, but I can do without Chick Corea. I’m a Beatles fan, but only between Help and Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band–before and after I can do without (Long and Winding Road? Hey Jude? Boooooooooring). I am really into people who challenge the music scene with something that is new AND innovative… Of course this is only my opinion.
  9. Old Fogey? Yeah, but I listen to new stuff too, although it is influenced by my love for REAL rock and roll. I listen to mainstream people like Dave Mathews–who else has a violinist and a saxophonist in his band–I listen to new/different/marginal folks like Fuel, Nine Days and DC Talk (Christ! Christian music?!?).
  10. I am stuck on Sketchers shoes lately. In fact, almost every pair I wear–from athletic shoes to dress–is Sketchers.
  11. I wear briefs, not boxers. There’s something about it just hanging there, y’know what I mean?
  12. Man, can you tell I”ve been drinking? I’ll talk about ANYTHING, like: FAVORITE SEX POSITIONS! Just kidding. I think my kids would faint if I wrote something like “missionary” or “doggey-style”. Indeed, they would croak if I wrote what I REALLY did, and Musubi-chan would kill me. Does anyone know the scissors? hahahaha, just kidding, again. No letters, please….
  13. I love potatoes. When I was courting Musubi-chan, she mentioned my love of potatoes… No, you pervert! Not to use but to eat! Everytime we went to an Izakaya (pub) in Japan, I would order at least on potato dish. Never occured to me until she mentioned it, but I guess I really like potatoes.
  14. Medically and physically, I suck wind. I have a scar on my right cornea which prevents me from seeing in 3D. You guys who can see normally, appreciate what you have. When something jumps off the screen from a 3D movie and your the only one who doesn’t flinch… well that’s pretty pathetic.
  15. I exercise semi-regularly, which is to say I exercise regularly when I exercise–15 miles running a week–but when I slack off I do nothing, like for the last 5 weeks. My excuse: School started and I was busy… Okay, pathetic excuse, and I’m paying for it, 6 lbs. worth… Crap!
  16. I am a caffeine-holic but cannot take it… Yeah, whadda wuss. Any coffee after 2PM and I can’t go to sleep. But I drink it anyway, and regret it the next day. I’m so sleepy from lack of sleep, I have to drink coffee again, and then I can’t go to sleep again, and the cycle repeats itself… Pathetic.
  17. I was raised a Republican but am now a Democrat… with many caveats. I am pretty left leaning with regard to social issues, but I am middling to right on economic matters. Tax cuts? I’m all for them, but only to a degree… there are many issues that must be addressed and can only be fixed through the taxes we pay… this is really tough. I think we need an Asian politician to represent this very REAL and reasonable middle ground–hehe, actually it’s the middle I perceive so everyon else can disagree. But I nominate Nefarious_hatter…

Almost 12 midnight (EST): Time for this Cinderella to hang it up. Further lists coming…

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About Me

* Late night edit below

:Ucla :

beat Illinois! Yeah, baby! But it was an ugly win… 6-3
at home… I hate to say it but the offense was again offensive! They sucked big time. Where’s the West Coast offense that first-year coach Darl Dorrell claimed to be bringing to the Bruins… The TV people have been saying it take time to incorporate a system, but it shouldn’t take time to identify you best players. RB Manny White didn’t even touch the ball last week, and this week it took until the third quarter before he was getting number called consistently. Mighty Mouse Ebell was nice last year, but I think most defenses have his number; he hasn’t been able to run since the ‘$C game last year–‘sc, BTW, kicked Hawaii’s butt up and down the field. The bright spot is the defense. Damn they’re tough. They’ve been holding teams way below their offensive averages. But still, I don’t really look forward to next week’s game against Oklahoma. If the defense can hold OU to around 20 points, that’d be great, but OU’s strong suit is their defense and I’m afraid our Bruins will get their asses handed to them.

Enough football….

: About Me :

Who gives a sh*t, right?!?
Well, I do. So here’s a few things about me that you may not know even if you’ve faithfully read the installments of “Not Living Up To Expectations”:

  1. I am lactose intolerant. I never eat milk chocolate. But I do like dark chocolate. In fact, I’m addicted.
  2. I grade papers on the train to and from work. Its the best way to kill travel time. Besides, when I get sleepy–or actually fall asleep–on the Metro, I find that I am a fast but easy grader… good for my kids.
  3. I like dark chocolate.
  4. I like Mexican/south-of-the-border food, and am disappointed that there are no good places in the DC area at reasonable prices. My gawd, the best place is–get this–Chevy’s. I mean, Chevy’s would even make it on my top 20 list in SoCal. I went to a place in Vienna called Anita’s that advertised itself as the most authentic Mexican food in NoVa, and ordered a Hollenbeck. The cheese that was melted on top of it tasted like CheezWhiz… Yeah, real authentic. If you’re in LA, go to El Tepeyac–the locals call it Manuel’s, the owner’s name–on Evergreen in East LA. If you go at night go with 4-5 guys, cuz it kinda scary, but its the best food for the best price! They have a branch in San Gabriel, but its not the same. Go to the original–crap, I can talk about food forevah!
  5. I use single ply instead of double ply toilet paper. No Charmin for me, it runs out too quickly. And my butt will live even without its gentle caresses.
  6. Nasonex over Flonase. Only people with hay fever will know what these are. hahahah…. why am I laughing?
  7. Okay, just came back from shopping… Musubi-chan wanted to get a drink and I ended up having 8 pints as I watched the Carolina Panthers (Bruins) beat the Bucs in overtime–sorry Hanzo, but I gotta root for a team that stocks itself with UCLA Bruins. Anyway, my head is light… what the heck am I gonna teach class tomorrow? Anyway, the Dude Hamamoto said that King Tacos in East LA rules, and he is right to a degree… They serve a El Pastuer at King Taco that they don’t have at El Tepeyac and it is friggin good–of course you have to be an Eastsider to appreciate it, and as all my faithful readers know, I am a dyed-in-the-wool LA Eastsider. BUT El Tepeyac is the king, King Taco comes in at a very close third! hahahaha What’s second? You ELAC cholos chime in and guess what it is.
  8. I love all kinds of music everything from classical to hard rock… For me, there is no “genre” to like or dislike–ok, maybe disco–but there is good and bad in EVERYTHING. I’m a Mozart and Beethoven fan, could care less about most of Bach. I enjoy McCoy Tyner, Ron Carter, Miles Davis, Noel Pointer, Maynard Ferguson, Stan Getz and lots of other jazz, but I can do without Chick Corea. I’m a Beatles fan, but only between Help and Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band–before and after I can do without (Long and Winding Road? Hey Jude? Boooooooooring). I am really into people who challenge the music scene with something that is new AND innovative… Of course this is only my opinion.
  9. Old Fogey? Yeah, but I listen to new stuff too, although it is influenced by my love for REAL rock and roll. I listen to mainstream people like Dave Mathews–who else has a violinist and a saxophonist in his band–I listen to new/different/marginal folks like Fuel, Nine Days and DC Talk (Christ! Christian music?!?).
  10. I am stuck on Sketchers shoes lately. In fact, almost every pair I wear–from athletic shoes to dress–is Sketchers.
  11. I wear briefs, not boxers. There’s something about it just hanging there, y’know what I mean?
  12. Man, can you tell I”ve been drinking? I’ll talk about ANYTHING, like: FAVORITE SEX POSITIONS! Just kidding. I think my kids would faint if I wrote something like “missionary” or “doggey-style”. Indeed, they would croak if I wrote what I REALLY did, and Musubi-chan would kill me. Does anyone know the scissors? hahahaha, just kidding, again. No letters, please….
  13. I love potatoes. When I was courting Musubi-chan, she mentioned my love of potatoes… No, you pervert! Not to use but to eat! Everytime we went to an Izakaya (pub) in Japan, I would order at least on potato dish. Never occured to me until she mentioned it, but I guess I really like potatoes.
  14. Medically and physically, I suck wind. I have a scar on my right cornea which prevents me from seeing in 3D. You guys who can see normally, appreciate what you have. When something jumps off the screen from a 3D movie and your the only one who doesn’t flinch… well that’s pretty pathetic.
  15. I exercise semi-regularly, which is to say I exercise regularly when I exercise–15 miles running a week–but when I slack off I do nothing, like for the last 5 weeks. My excuse: School started and I was busy… Okay, pathetic excuse, and I’m paying for it, 6 lbs. worth… Crap!
  16. I am a caffeine-holic but cannot take it… Yeah, whadda wuss. Any coffee after 2PM and I can’t go to sleep. But I drink it anyway, and regret it the next day. I’m so sleepy from lack of sleep, I have to drink coffee again, and then I can’t go to sleep again, and the cycle repeats itself… Pathetic.
  17. I was raised a Republican but am now a Democrat… with many caveats. I am pretty left leaning with regard to social issues, but I am middling to right on economic matters. Tax cuts? I’m all for them, but only to a degree… there are many issues that must be addressed and can only be fixed through the taxes we pay… this is really tough. I think we need an Asian politician to represent this very REAL and reasonable middle ground–hehe, actually it’s the middle I perceive so everyon else can disagree. But I nominate Nefarious_hatter…

Almost 12 midnight (EST): Time for this Cinderella to hang it up. Further lists coming…

Weekend Update

Okay, UCLA won, although it was another ugly win, 24-21. But that’s okay. A win is a win is a win. It doesn’t matter how ugly it was. The Bruins were just palin flat. But I still think they showed a lot of heart, because even though they knew they were flat, they still tried hard. I know it sounds contradictory–how can you be flat and still have heart? Hmm… I think they wanted to play hard once the game started, but they were flat because they were ill-prepared for Arizona’s intensity and actual talent.

Lost in Japan : update:
On Friday, I went with Musubi-chan to see Lost in Translation by Sofia Coppola. People have told me it was funny so I expected it to be a comedy, but it turned out to be a different kind of movie. Parts were funny, other parts were “romantic.” The quotation marks are there because I can’t think of any other to describe the connection made between a man, Bob Harris (Bill Murray), and women, Charlotte (Scarlet Johansson), that is so intimate and yet lacking in sexual passion. This intimacy is suggested from the opening scene where the title of the film is displayed at the bottom of the screen in an opaque aqua-blue, almost difficult to read in the shadow of a derrier of a female lying on her side on a bed. The derrier is not naked, but covered in a sheer pink panty–hinting at intimacy. However, it is not a thong or bikini or a g-string; rather it is a sensible full-cut panty covering her entire bottom–implying the absence of an overt sexual attitude….

So the main story surrounds the relationship between Bob and Charlotte. But more interesting to me is their interaction with Japan. It is, in a way, the thing that links them. Once they return to the US, they will no longer be able to share the intimacy. Tokyo is their Paris, a la Bogart and Bergman; a place they can share mentally and maybe emotionally, but no longer physically. As such it is interesting to see how they interact with Tokyo.

Individually, the focus is on Bob. He does a whiskey commercial and photo shoot with Japanese individuals. The lack of subtitles forces the audience to feel what Bob is going through. It is–in my mind–a form of participational art: the viewer participates in the confusion that Bob is enduring, thereby using this confusion–and the possible frustration it arousses–to understand and appreciate the film. I almost wish I didn’t understand Japanese so I could participate, as well. Instead, I got to play god, the omniscient observer. more later.

Saturday’s post: Another week has past and Saturday is upon us. UCLA plays the Univrersity of Arizona, the sorriest of the Pac-10 teams. Of course, the only reason its the sorriest is because UCLA crushed Washington last week. Before last weeks game, UA and our beloved Bruins were neck and neck for the distinction of sorriest team. I hope they play well today, as they have shown improvement week to week, albeit in minisicule increments.

Weekend Update

Okay, UCLA won, although it was another ugly win, 24-21. But that’s okay. A win is a win is a win. It doesn’t matter how ugly it was. The Bruins were just palin flat. But I still think they showed a lot of heart, because even though they knew they were flat, they still tried hard. I know it sounds contradictory–how can you be flat and still have heart? Hmm… I think they wanted to play hard once the game started, but they were flat because they were ill-prepared for Arizona’s intensity and actual talent.

Lost in Japan : update:

On Friday, I went with Musubi-chan to see Lost in Translation by Sofia Coppola. People have told me it was funny so I expected it to be a comedy, but it turned out to be a different kind of movie. Parts were funny, other parts were “romantic.” The quotation marks are there because I can’t think of any other to describe the connection made between a man, Bob Harris (Bill Murray), and women, Charlotte (Scarlet Johansson), that is so intimate and yet lacking in sexual passion. This intimacy is suggested from the opening scene where the title of the film is displayed at the bottom of the screen in an opaque aqua-blue, almost difficult to read in the shadow of a derrier of a female lying on her side on a bed. The derrier is not naked, but covered in a sheer pink panty–hinting at intimacy. However, it is not a thong or bikini or a g-string; rather it is a sensible full-cut panty covering her entire bottom–implying the absence of an overt sexual attitude….

So the main story surrounds the relationship between Bob and Charlotte. But more interesting to me is their interaction with Japan. It is, in a way, the thing that links them. Once they return to the US, they will no longer be able to share the intimacy. Tokyo is their Paris, a la Bogart and Bergman; a place they can share mentally and maybe emotionally, but no longer physically. As such it is interesting to see how they interact with Tokyo.

Individually, the focus is on Bob. He does a whiskey commercial and photo shoot with Japanese individuals. The lack of subtitles forces the audience to feel what Bob is going through. It is–in my mind–a form of participational art: the viewer participates in the confusion that Bob is enduring, thereby using this confusion–and the possible frustration it arousses–to understand and appreciate the film. I almost wish I didn’t understand Japanese so I could participate, as well. Instead, I got to play god, the omniscient observer. more later.

Saturday’s post: Another week has past and Saturday is upon us. UCLA plays the Univrersity of Arizona, the sorriest of the Pac-10 teams. Of course, the only reason its the sorriest is because UCLA crushed Washington last week. Before last weeks game, UA and our beloved Bruins were neck and neck for the distinction of sorriest team. I hope they play well today, as they have shown improvement week to week, albeit in minisicule increments.