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Monday, February 2nd, 2004
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7:52 pm - Andrew Cunanan: The Musical
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No, really. You can all stop laughing now. It's not a joke. Disposable, a musical based on the life of Andrew Cunanan, will have its prémiere at the La Jolla Playhouse in my hometown of San Diego, California. It is written by none other than the esteemed Filipina-American playwright, Jessica Hagedorn.
Before my fellow Pinoys get excited at the prospect of, "Wow! A Filipino protagonist in a musical, authored by Jessica Hagedorn herself! Power to the people! Mabuhay!" I want to take this opportunity to jog the memories of my readers of every nationality about who Andrew Cunanan was, just in case news items from well over seven or eight years ago have understandably faded out of your respective recollections with everything that's been going on in the world today. Andrew Cunanan was the notorious serial killer whose killing spree in the summer of 1997 culminated with the death of fashion designer Gianni Versace, and Cunanan's own suicide.
Filipinos finally get a chance to be portrayed in the musical theatre world - and I mean, Filipinos, not Asians (Miss Saigon was Vietnamese and Flower Drum Song was Chinese, although the casts of these two musicals seem to always be predominately Filipino) - and of all the people that they could have picked to portray in such a medium, Jessica Hagedorn picks, not José Rizal, not Lapu-Lapu, not even Ferdinand Marcos, but Andrew-freakin'-Cunanan!
To Ms. Hagedorn's credit, and also to the credit of whoever greenlighted the idea, Cunanan did have an interesting, if tortured, life. He was an intelligent, handsome, cultured rich kid who attended the best prep schools in San Diego and was said to have spoke seven languages. On the negative side, he was a male prostitute who was frequently abused, sexually and psychologically, by his rich boyfriends, and this seemed to have caused him to snap, which triggered his killing spree. Heavy stuff. I guess pissed off French people, nocturnal opera house monstrosities, and chorus boys and girls dancing around in kitty costumes just doesn't sell anymore.
But seriously, people, am I just totally off the mark to think that there's something seriously wrong here?
I'm not going to go off on the angle of how it "represents Filipinos in a negative light," as most critics have done. A lot of musicals that have been made about less-than-impeccable individuals - Evita, for example - have not, in turn, negatively portrayed the group they belonged to. The fact that Andrew Cunanan is a Filipino does not send the message that all Filipinos are serial killers any more than the fact that Evita Perón was Argentine suggest that Argentine women are manipulative social climbers. However, my grievance with the musical has to do with the subject matter. Musical theatre is a genre that seems, by its nature, to make the protagonist of the story, despite his or her many faults, a sympathetic character. I mean, you can't really feel animonsity for a guy who's singing, can you? Sure a lot of movies have been made about serial killers - Monster, Silence of the Lambs, and countless others. Movies, however, do not necessarily lend themselves toward making the protagonist a sympathetic figure. And sure, a lot of musicals have been made about murderous individuals - Chicago, Sweeney Todd and Jekyll & Hyde come to mind, but the two aforementioned musicals were based on fictional stories, whereas the Andrew Cunanan musical would not be. Imagine if someone were to make a musical based on the lives of John Allen Muhammad and Lee Malvo, or about Ted Kaczynski or Charles Manson. The families of the victims would be rightly angered at such a musical, as the memory of these mens' crimes are still fresh in the public's memory. While I appreciate art in any form and about any subject matter, I feel that such a project is neither prudent nor well-timed. A Jack The Ripper musical would work, as those events occurred a century and a half ago, an Andrew Cunanan musical will not. Stick to loveable Filipina girls as your protagonists, Ms. Hagedorn.
current mood:  confused
current music: "Fair" - Ben Folds Five
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| Monday, January 26th, 2004
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9:18 pm - Proof That Standardized Testing Is No Indicator Of Intelligence
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"Brussels sprouts are better than nothing. Nothing is better than a juicy hamburger. Therefore, brussels sprouts are better than a juicy hamburger.
What is the flaw in the speaker's argument?"
-- Actual example of a question I got on the practice LSAT
It's official. The Law School Admissions Council is staffed by a team of retarded baboons.
(Just in case you really wanted to know the flaw in the speaker's argument, the technical term they use on tests like these is "equivocal use of a term.")
current mood:  indescribable
current music: "Mad World" - Gary Jules (from the Donnie Darko soundtrack)
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| Thursday, January 22nd, 2004
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3:01 pm - Monkey Business
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Gung Hay Fat Choy, everyone! Herald inthe Year of the Monkey the Singaporean way.
current mood:  bouncy
current music: "Everybody To the Limit" - Strongbad
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| Tuesday, January 20th, 2004
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10:04 pm - Crazy Insane, Or Insane Crazy?
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Well, I'm finally back in New York. I can't say that I'm overly ecstatic about it - first, because I'm missing Jorge now more than ever, second, because it's effin' freezing up in here, and third, because I am completely and utterly sick of academia and all that accompanies the bloody institution. It's a good thing I decided to take a year off before going to law school, student loan payments six months after graduation be damned. It's a small price to pay for not having a complete mental breakdown at age 20, which would have certainly resulted from me going straight from undergrad to law. Instead of going insane all at once, what little is left of my sanity can slowly drift away through the course of several decades. Infinitely more preferrable, if you ask me.
Speaking of insanity, I have a stalker. The guard at the drugstore right under my apartment decided a few months ago that he has a huge crush on me. He follows me around the store, unable to take "No" or "I'm engaged" for an answer, insisting that "I know I want it" and that "I just have to trust him." He blocks my exit when I try to leave the aisle or blocks my path when I try to reach for something on the shelves. Not the best way to get a date, pal. At any rate, if he's following me around the store, I don't think he's doing much security guarding. So, I'm thinking, if my friends and I get really desperate, I can go in as bait and have the dude follow me around while  satyadasa and marginalia clandestinely pilfer the supplies we need from off the shelves.
current mood:  crazy
current music: "La Paga" - Juanes
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| Monday, January 12th, 2004
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6:19 pm - Yearning for Fava Beans and a Nice Chianti
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In the supremely sick irony department: there is nothing, I mean nothing, to eat in this house. In order to stave off hunger, I've taken to watching Silence of the Lambs over and over again.
Not on purpose, or anything; it just happened to be in my DVD player. And so I've watched it with French subtitles, Spanish subtitles, dubbed in French, dubbed in Spanish, and every other way you can think of.
"¿Quieres joderme? Querrías joderme. Querrías joderme con fuerza."
current mood:  hungry
current music: "The Girl Is Mine" - Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney
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| Wednesday, January 7th, 2004
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3:26 pm - Wreaking Havoc In The Magic Kingdom
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For Christmas, Jorge's mother gave us hotel reservations at the Garden Grove Hyatt and three-day passes to Disneyland and California Adventure. Our reservations were for this past weekend, so we made the one hour trek from Daygo up to "the" O.C. (when Orange County became "the" O.C. and joined the ranks of The Bronx and The Hague, I'll never know).
California Adventure was great - going there on Monday and Tuesday ensured that there were no lines at all. We rode the Grizzly Mountain Rapids ride (or whatever they call it) twice. Good thing we had ponchos the second time around. And during Pirates of the Caribbean, I had a great time making a total ass of myself and singing "Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a Pirate's Life For Me" at the top of my lungs.
When did Disney become all badass? It's switched from floofy and Fantasyland to sassy, with some edge and attitude. Not that I'm complaining, understand. Now they actually have accessories and clothes that I'd buy and not feel like an idiot wearing.
I thought this entry was going to be all deep and profound, somehow, but really, how deep and profound can you be with Disney? They say that good ol' Walt was a member of the Priory of Sion, in which case I could get into an intricate web of Catholic conspiracies, but this vacation kind of wore me out, so I think I'm going to go bask in my sloth.
current mood:  content
current music: "Another Postcard" - Barenaked Ladies
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| Wednesday, December 31st, 2003
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7:49 pm - The Year In Review
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Gacked from silvernutmeg, because I can.
1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before? Make good use of my planner, instead of just letting it waste away in my backpack.
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I lost a few pounds, but as of yet have failed to learn how to rain fire down from the heavens. I'm still trying for the latter.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Nope.
4. Did anyone close to you die? Tommy. Rest in peace, sweetie.
5. What countries did you visit? None ;_;
6. What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003? Two finished theses and a bachelor degree.
7. What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? November 14, the day I got engaged to my Jorge.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Getting into the honors programs for both my majors.
9. What was your biggest failure? Not being able to retain my sanity before the semester ended.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury? A two-week flu.
11. What was the best thing you bought? A toaster. Incredibly mundane, but it beat the hell out of having untoasted bread.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration? .
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? Most of humanity's.
14. Where did most of your money go? Attempting to alleviate my credit card debt.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Christmas vacation.
16. What song will always remind you of 2003? "Clocks" by Coldplay.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder? Happier.
ii. thinner or fatter? About the same size.
iii. richer or poorer? Not poorer so much as more in debt.
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Reading, hanging out with friends instead of busting my ass, sleeping, eating healthily.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Brooding, studying, living off coffee and Tootsie Rolls
20. How will you be spending Christmas? It was raining so I just spent the whole day inside, in my pajamas, with my family and Beloved.
21. Did you fall in love in 2003? All over again ^_^
22. How many one-night stands? None, but hell, I've got four and a half hours till 2004.
23. What was your favorite TV program? Law & Order Reruns. Forensic Files. Stupid VH1 countdowns.
24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? Colorado Congressman Tom Tancredo
25. What was the best book you read? The DaVinci Code.
26. What was your greatest musical discovery? Juanes, Vast.
27. What did you want and get? A digital camera.
28. What did you want and not get? A laptop.
29. What was your favorite film of this year? Return of the Freakin' King
30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? Got really freakin' drunk in Boston on my 20th birthday.
31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? A regular sleep schedule. An extra $7k lying around.
32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003? Dark. Or cleavagy
33. What kept you sane? Jorge.
34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Jason Isaacs.
35. What political issue stirred you the most? Immigration Rights, War (or anti-war as the case may be), File Sharing.
36. Who did you miss? Jorge, my brother, my parents, oddferkout
37. Who was the best new person you met? Audrey and Di, A few of the people from my honors thesis seminar, Jeff, Myleen and Jonaleen, Prof. Yanni Kotsonis, and obcordate.
38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003: That people are capable of more kindness than you give them credit for, but also are capable of more harboring more terrible sentiments than you could ever think possible.
39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: "I'm addicted to stress, that's the way that I get things done. If I'm not under pressure, then I sleep too long. And I hang around like a bum, and I think I'm going nowhere, and that makes me nervous."
current mood: sick
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| Friday, December 26th, 2003
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3:27 pm - Gabba Gabba Hey
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A belated Merry Christmas to you all. And a gabba gabba hey, gabba hey hey hey.
Mine was a good Christmas overall. Mostly just spending time with the family and my sweetie and bonding with my brother. Watched "The Ref" (which, I sense, is going to become a perennial Christmas tradition between me and honey) and mostly played word games all night with Jorge and Brother Dearest. My parents are awesome - not only do they cook a mean steak and spaghetti, but they got me Vivir Para Contarla (in its original Spanish, no less) and the Rashomon DVD. And Jorge's mother got us a digital camera! But the best gift I got this Christmas was... my paycheck. So yea, it's been a pretty good Christmas. Hope all of your respective Christmas were equally happy.
I originally was going to go on a rant about genocide and my thoughts on the subject, but seeing how it was just Christmas, I'll spare you.
current mood:  lazy
current music: "The One" - Shakira
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| Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003
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4:48 pm - Bevy's Idea Of A Christmas List
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Things I Love About Christmas
- Being with the family and my sweetie
- Free and good dinners, in lieu of my most crappy cooking or jacked-up New York food/meal prices (okay, admittedly, my cooking isn't thatbad but it seems to take a definite dive when I'm in NYC)
- The plethora of movie blockbusters that come out around this time
- The general spirit of goodwill
- Cold weather (to snuggle up to, plus, I hate being hot)
- Seeing the look on peoples' faces when they see what I got them
- Presents (what, I know it's the season of perpetual hope, that doesn't mean I can't be mercenary!)
- The gorgeous, more traditional church/Christmas music ("Ave Maria," "Veni, Veni Emmanuel," "Pat A Pan," "Los Peces En El Rio," "In The Bleak Midwinter" and the like)
- Decorations, especially when the motif is red, silver and gold.
Things I Cannot Stand About Christmas
- The amount of bickering that ensues when my family tries to pick out a holiday menu
- The techno remix of "Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire"
- Most Christmas carols, actually (what can I say, I'm a music purist, dare I say an elitist, when it comes to this)
- The influx of crappy Christmas albums put out by crappy music artists, especially the compilation albums
- Not knowing what to get people
- Not having any money even when you know when to get for people
- Gaudy decorations, mostly having to do with Santa, Frosty the Snowman, Rudolph, and egregious, flagrant uses of gaudy vomit green and firetruck red
Besides thinking about such matters, especially about how Christmas carols sung by famous people and then remixed into techno really get on my nerves, I was really thinking that my Jewish bretheren should be down with the holiday season and organize to get their Chanukah songs played on the radio. Songs in Hebrew are pretty, mostly composed in the cool-sounding pentatonic scale, and go sadly unrecognized, for the most part. The Jewish community has been a part of America for centuries and it's about damn thime their music and their holidays get more recognition than having a section in Hallmark and having prettier wrapping paper than we goyim do. Then again, it'd probably smart to avoid the full mainstream status of Chanukah, since you probably don't want crappy artists making crappy techno remixes of your songs, too.
current mood:  chipper
current music: "The Prayer" - Celine Dion & Andrea Bocelli
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| Monday, December 22nd, 2003
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8:50 am - Take That, RIAA
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"I don't know what you do in college, Beverly, but we have rules in this house, and one of them is, no file sharing." ~ my father, after I installed WinMX on our computer
What the hell, man. Something like that should not be said unironically. I would have cracked up had he not been serious.
current mood: cold
current music: "Hey Ya" - Outkast, as I pirate software, laughing
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2003
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8:38 pm - Lovely Weather For A Road Trip Together With You
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Yesterday was the annual "Mom's-Side-Of-The-Family" reunion at my aunt's house in Corona. I'm usually of the opinion that I'd drive to hell first before I drove to Riverside County (I have this rather snobbish opinion of anything situated to the immediate East or Northeast of me in Cali), but seriously, it wasn't all that bad. We made pretty good time, only an hour and a half - it was just Mom, Dad, Beloved and I - Simon opted not to go. As family reunions went, it wasn't all that bad, and there were definitely some positive experiences, like finally getting to introduce my Jorge to the extended family after six years of dating. It seemed time, I suppose, seeing as how I finally have the ring from him and all.
The usual tradition of me and my dearest cousin Tim sitting in a corner listening to our families brag still applied, and this time, the topic of choice for bragging was new cars (apparently everyone in our family this year got a new car) and the mileage thereof.
Better cars than kids, I say.
Anyway, Jorge and I just hung out with my cousins the whole time, when we weren't playing Playstation or eating lechon. Seeing Tim was great - we don't nearly see each other often enough. He and his brother John hooked it up with the Evanescence and Sarah MacLachlan CDs. John bombarded me with hugs after he saw that I'd gotten him CK Eternity as his present, but was dumbfounded by the concept of aftershave. Tim and John are sweeties though - they actually got Jorge a present, which he did love (if you're reading this, Tim and John, and I know one of you is).
And, of course, what family reunion would be complete without embarrassing the hell out of Bev? In this case, they took rather incriminating pictures of me and honey playing Dance Dance Revoultion.
And, no, you do not get to see them.
current mood:  nostalgic
current music: "Going Under" - Evanescence
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| Wednesday, December 17th, 2003
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5:29 pm - Sweet Home San Diego
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I'm home! And not dreaming of a white Christmas. Instead, I'm dreaming of a 71-degree Christmas on the beach. Oh yeah.
current mood: ecstatic
current music: "Pat A Pan" - Mannheim Steamroller
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| Monday, December 15th, 2003
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11:32 pm - I Sure Could Use A Vacation From This...
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I'm done. So freakin' done.
Which means no more all-nighters. No more fretting over deadlines. No more living off cheap coffee and Tootsie Rolls just to stay up for twenty-four hours. No more re-using old clothes because I don't have money in my checking account to do my laundry (the machines will only let you deposit money on your laundry card with a credit card). No more excuses not to go to the gym because I have too much work. No more having my fat ass expand because of said cheap coffee and Tootsie Rolls. No more living in this pit, with books and papers strewn about my desk so that I could no longer see the wood of my desktop.
Not till next semester, anyway.
current mood:  accomplished
current music: "Aenima" - Tool
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11:03 am - Sleep Is For The Weak
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I know that I shouldn't do this, and it's contrary to everything that your parents, teachers and general practitioners have told you thus far, but I fully endorse all-nighters. I will even go so far as to state that everything that everyone has been telling you about sleep and its link to healthiness is a Communist plot designed to make your GPA and productivity plummet.
Let me explain. Usually, during finals week, I pull an all-nighter. Two, more often than not, but at the very least, one. I usually work until all hours of the night until up to the hour when the final is due, composing, editing, and the like. However, I got sick of doing the all-nighter thing (one's body can only take so much, after all). So, I decided that I'd get at least some sleep. So, I finish my thesis, the one that's been hanging over my head for the entire bloody semester. I decide that in lieu of working into the night on my Spanish final, which is due at 5 pm today, I would get my requisite however-many-hours of sleep.
Big mistake.
Well, long story short, I got my thesis in just barely on time, but here I am trying to finish off my Spanish final.
My point: sleep is good for your health, but potentially hazardous to your GPA.
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| Saturday, December 13th, 2003
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5:14 pm
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First of all, I just want to say that Mike Ruby is the best person in the entire freakin' world. Not only did he provide me with The Killing Fields DVD as my Christmas present, but in order to deal with roommates who never washed the dishes, he wrote a note informing his roommates that unless they washed the dishes within the next forty-eight hours, he would start shattering them in front of their doors. And then he attatched the note to the cabinet above the sink with a carving knife! The only thing that could have made that more badass was if he wrote the note in blood! I love you, Mike!
Anyway.
So, the holiday season is almost upon me. Three finals out in one fell swoop on Monday. And then I fly home the next day. Naturally, like any self-respecting movie buff (or wannabe movie buff, in my case, since I don't get around to actually spending money to go to movie theaters) I'm thinking about what movies I want to see. The Return of the King, of course; Mona Lisa Smile (despite my fervent hatred of Julia Roberts), Mystic River, and the like. But I'm not going to filch Jonathan's entry and list off what movies I want to see. It will still be a list of movies, but not ones I want to see; rather, ones I have seen already. You see, Jorge, my beloved, is not the cinema freak that I am. Far from it; in fact. He brags about being an "ignorant, uncultured swine" (his words, not mine!). He is not, in fact, an uncultured swine - he's one of the most well-read people I know, really. Still, I love to make him watch movies that I love that he hasn't already seen. He humors me, watches them with me, finds that he even likes some of them sometimes. So anyway, without further ado, here is the list of:
Movies That I Will Make My Boyfriend See After Tying Him To A Chair And Turning On His DVD Player (oooh, sounds intriguing)
- Silence of the Lambs (Beloved is one of two people on earth who hasn't seen this movie. The other one is living in a cave in Papua New Guinea.)
- The Godfather II (Beloved is just the last person on earth who was seen this movie. Even the guy in the cave in Papua New Guinea beat him to it.)
- The Shawshank Redemption
- Run Lola Run
- This Is Spinal Tap
- The Hudsucker Proxy
- Farewell My Concubine
- Casablanca
- Rashomon
- Requiem For A Dream (I hesitate, though, cause after watching it once, one cannot really stomach watching it again)
- Bamboozled (preachy and got bad reviews, I know, but still, I think he'd appreciate it)
- Once Upon A Time In China
- O Brother, Where Art Thou?
- American Beauty (he never saw the end)
- X-Men 2!!! (which he declined to watch in favor of going to see the friggin' Matrix Reloaded)
- Princess Mononoke
- Spirited Away
- Kiki's Delivery Service
- Everything else by Hayao Miyazaki
Suggestions, comments, you know what goes with my list.
current mood: thirsty
current music: "Gone Till November" - Wyclef Jean
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| Wednesday, December 10th, 2003
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6:44 pm
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It's amazing to note that when you have two ridiculously long papers due in six days, you all of a sudden realize not only that your room is messy, but that you'd rather be cleaning it up than doing said papers.
current mood: working
current music: "Full of Grace" - Sarah McLachlan
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| Tuesday, December 9th, 2003
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7:27 pm - Simon Says, Shuffle Off This Mortal Coil
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I almost had a heart attack when I saw an article that said that Paul Simon died. Then I realized they were talking about "former senator from Illinois" Paul Simon, not "extremely talented musician and one-time half of classic rock duo Simon & Garfunkel" Paul Simon.
current mood: relieved
current music: "Mrs. Robinson" - Simon & Garfunkel
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| Monday, December 8th, 2003
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9:37 pm - Post-Graduation Plans
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Well, one final down, three to go. Today's final was my Translation final, and predictably, I did very well on the Borges section, and mediocre on the other three. My other three finals are next week, and two of them are papers. I'm not sure whether that is a blessing or a curse.
Hannah asked me yesterday what I was going to do after graduating this year. As I am sure, by now, that I will not go to the law school route until 2005, due to personal and financial problems, I told Hannah that this fall, I'd be living in a box. Not in New York, though - that'd probably be the worst place to live in a box, so I'd be going back to San Diego.
Living in a box blows, however - I can't speak from personal experience, but I have a lot of proof that would most positively prove said fact. So, I think I have a plan for how I could support myself in the interim before I entered law school that would be more lucrative and beneficial to my well-being than taking up residence in a cardboard container.
As many of you no doubt know, most celebrities are idiotic, vapid, empty people who are willing to pay ludicrous amounts of money to find some semblance of meaning in their lives. Therefore, they invest those ludicrous amounts of money in all kinds of mystical quests that they believe will lead them to the meaning of life. Studying the Kabbalah with hack kabbalists (meimad points out that no real kabbalist would fraternize with Madonna), practicing limb-twisting forms of ancient Assyranskritinian Yoga, taking pilgrimages to Bumblefuck, Tibet. I plan to tap this gullible market.
Unfortunately, the Kabbalah's been done before, Eastern philosophy's been played by celebrities to Nepal and back. So, what could I possibly do?
The answer I came to was quite simple: Albigensian mysticism.
Convincing celebrities to eschew worldly pleasures. That means no food, no sex... no acting? They'd stop reproducing, stop making shitty movies, and instead go into remote Italian grottos to meditate. Meanwhile, I'd charge $2500 per session to tell them every week that this is the way to real enlightenment. *evil laugh* Suckers. Ah, the possibilities.
It's so crazy, it just might work.
Otherwise, you can reach me next fall in my box in Downtown San Diego.
current mood:  predatory
current music: "Sir Duke" - Stevie Wonder
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| Sunday, December 7th, 2003
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2:38 pm - A Day Which Will Forever... Well, You Know The Rest
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Holy crap, I just realized it was the anniversary of Pearl Harbor. I've been so caught up in my thesis writing that I forgot that today was the anniversary of one of the central events of my thesis. Silly me.
current mood: weird
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2:02 pm - Borges y yo
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Just translated another Borges piece last night. Read a few more of his stories, too. Jorge Luis Borges, though one of my favorite writers ever (and certainly on the top three of my favorite writers to translate), was completely and utterly insane. A genius, for sure, but completely insane. It's a good thing that I'm engaged to Jorge García and not Jorge Luis Borges, primarily because the latter is dead, but additionally because his philosophical ruminations post-coitus (or any other time, for that matter) would probably cause my head to explode. If I were his significant other, however, I probably would have been in the best, uh, position (so to speak) of being his original translator. No doubt it would have been fun to take a stab at translating his work as he churned it out, before every other Spanish Lit authority on the world got to it first.
Yeah, I know, I'm a nerd - wondering what having relationships with historical figures would have been like. Just something to think about though: which historical figures would all of you been most likely to marry or otherwise have a torrid affair with?
current mood:  dorky
current music: "Voiles" - Debussy
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