Well, look at me.
Special thanks to Mike, who held my hand the whole way through this process. Welcome to my brand new site, aliciadawn.com! Pretty soon this page will be something far more wonderful - keep watching.
And look - comments! Pretty!
Check this out - Hooray
Check this out - Hooray for the USA!
Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2002 14:57:03 -0400
From: BreakingNews@MAIL.CNN.COM
Subject: CNN Breaking News
Federal appeals court rules Pledge of Allegiance unconstitutional because of words ‘under God,’ according to The Associated Press.
I have decided that today
I have decided that today is going to be Guest Book Appreciation Day. I have been talking to Yuki (everyone, please congratulate him on his newest lifelong commitment) and we were discussing the fact that my guestbook is not very user-friendly. One of these days, I’m going to get comments, but goddamn YACCS is pissing me off. As such - to give due appreciation to the folk who actually waded through the Geocities bullshit in order to leave me some love (or, as Yuki called it, some “rabbit droppings”), I am going to mention them here. They are the ones who cared enough to suffer. I thank you.
Ben Laurance
Favorite quote:
Define your essential being in 500 char. or less. : Jee-zus, sounds like you’ve had a pretty tough coupla days. I would give some words of encouragement, like “hang in there”, but that would be too cheezy. Instead I’ll just say, “monkey toes.” Does that help?
Ramon Ernesto Cruz Caceres III
Favorite Quote:
What do you like about Alicia? : that she totally kicks my ass
What do you not like about Alicia? : that she totally kicks my ass
Why should she care? : cuz she totally kicks my ass
Mike Lee
Favorite Quote:
What do you like about Alicia? : everything! that feeling of anticipation/elation when writing/reading/talking/playing online she’s just too cool - it makes me happy
What do you not like about Alicia? : hmmm she’s not around more? but that’s ok as long as she’s suckling from the teet of life
Why should she care? : because there is no bound to the love you can tap here i am a fountain of day brighteners just waiting to be sprung into the world … and i just miss my friend
Favorite Quote:
Are humans wired for discontent? Discuss. : Discontent? What the hell kind of question is that? This pisses me off!
Gene Shinn (aka My Insatiable One)
Favorite Quote:
If I don’t know you, how did you find my page? : You do know me, but just for completeness’ sake, the MikekiM made me do it.
What have you done to better the world today? : I changed oxygen into CO2 for the plants my coworkers grow in their cubes. Ain’t I a nice feller?
Nonoko Sato
Favorite Quote:
Favorite Flavor of Gatorade : no thanks, rather drink beer
Favorite Movie : that one with Alicia and some hot girl… naked… heh heh, do home videos count?
By no means is this meant to be a complete list, but I am going through this odd phase where I am in love with my friends and want my own radio show so I can give them shout-outs all day long. Strangely enough, I always go through these phases when I am feeling my most personally mundane, inane, and ineffectual. I have nothing interesting going on in my brain today, but I know a lot of really great people. Here, look at the great people I know. Reflects pretty well on me, doesn’t it? Especially considering that I don’t have a damn thought in my head? Yeah, I thought so.
It’s like the good version of “Guilt By Association”.
Man. Here’s another weird connection.
Man. Here’s another weird connection. Jen Davis was my next-door neighbor my sophomore year at IMSA. She lived with Charu Ramaprasad, who was one of my RAs (along with Peggy Kim, another name I haven’t thought of in awhile.) I was looking through the online directory tonight, and there she was. Go figure. Jen was the original “honorary Korean”. (Nobody seems to remember this story but me, so I suppose I should just give it up.) Hello, Jen! Nice to see you (sort of) again.
Woo hoo! Another one bites
Woo hoo! Another one bites the dust!
Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Casie Lynn Perry. She is my second-longest-term friend (second only to M. Rose Barlow, whom I have known since sixth grade) ever - we met the summer before we went to IMSA at band camp at good old Eastern Illinois University. Well, actually, we met the summer before that, but somehow I don’t remember it. She’s awesome - trust me. However, this page was kind of a shock to me, because I haven’t seen any of her work since the days when she was “the clarinet lady”. It’s so nice to see her kicking ass in her new field. You go, girl. I miss you.
Once again, sheer brilliance. Not
Once again, sheer brilliance.
Not all of you are lucky enough to know Zach Zulauf. As such, you may or may not read his blog. This, of course, is immaterial. However, it is for your benefit - you who probably don’t read his blog - that I’m re-posting a bit of it here.
Some editing has been done for spelling. No offense, Zach.
I think it’s an American fallacy that there are many ways to unwind—there aren’t. There are many ways to reprieve, to delay, to ignore, but to unwind, to actually make progress in alleviating the stress and confusion and and mire that we cary with us, there is no substitute for space and time in an environment that doesn’t constantly make us think of our own lives. It’s amazingly simple like that. And so hard to do. 2 days a week and 10 days a year is the bare minimum of free time needed to avoid complete insanity. And life is just too short for that.
So, have you all been
So, have you all been insatiably curious about who these crazy people are that I’m talking about? Now, thanks to Mike Kim, I have lots of humiliating old pictures of me and other folks from our high school days. (In case you haven’t gotten the full hour-long explanation about my odd high school experience, suffice it to say that it was a 3 year residential high school for gifted kids. 600 [or so] geeks who’d never been popular before suddenly find themselves living away from home, away from the cheerleaders and football players, away from all [or at least most of] the torment and surrounded by people just like them. It created an odd dynamic, to say the least. Here’s what our residence halls looked like. This one is 1502. And, for a little variety, here’s 1506.)
First of all - and just to be fair - here’s one of myself and Mitch, taken sometime June-ish, 1994. He was the one great love of my life for … hm. Awhile. Still a good, valued friend, even though I’m a schmuck and never call him back. Have you ever read (or seen) The Heidi Chronicles by Wendy Wasserstein? He is my Scoop and my Peter, all rolled into one (except for that whole gay thing.)
Here is Gene. Gene was my first official boyfriend ever. I am trying to get him to start a blog - and, more importantly - to move to Seattle to hang out with me. Oh, and just for fun - here’s one of Kris Cook with Gene in a headlock. I like that one.
All right! Here’s another good one of Mike Lee and Jet. Okay, maybe that’s not such a good one of Jet. Here’s another one - this also features Roy, who is blogless (as far as I know).
Finally, here’s one of Mike Lee and Micha Kilburn. Micha is the one who introduced me to all these crazy boys - and then sort of disappeared from my life. Or, rather, we disappeared from each other’s lives. She was a pretty cool chica - she typed papers for Soleil Moon Frye during college, among other things. And she could spit ice really, really far.
Okay, that’s all for now. I should get some actual work done - but I just love it when I finally get to see pictures of my friends’ friends, and I thought I would return the favor.
Happy Monday, all…
My buddy Mike got engaged
My buddy Mike got engaged this weekend. We are all disgustingly happy for him and Betty, and they will have disgustingly cute kids, and will sing little disgusting love songs to each other, and will have a disgustingly perfect life together for the rest of time. (Of course, I’m not really disgusted. These are just thinly veiled attempts to hide how jealous I am.) Now, Mike’s last name is Kim. Betty’s last name is Nhan (pron. Non). I am firmly of the belief that she should change her name to Betty Nhan-Kim. Get it? Kim and Non-Kim? Hm. I guess you had to be there.
Alicia and Gene Messenger-Theatre
Alicia and Gene Messenger-Theatre
alicia_barta:Move to Seattle! Move to Seattle! I’m going to draw you into my magnetic clutches! Muahaha!
moonlightcrash:MUST…RESIST…MAGNETIC…PERSONALITY…
alicia_barta:You can’t do it, can you?
moonlightcrash:You’re just like one irresistably cute kitchen magnet. :)
My lesbian love story has
My lesbian love story has been cancelled. Frankly, I’m relieved. The script was gorgeous but the production aspect was so disorganized that it’s really for the best that it doesn’t happen. Sharon - who would have played my girlfriend - dropped out of the show. She had the balls - which I didn’t - to say “Hey, this is going nowhere, we have six rehearsals left and I don’t feel like you have the directorial wherewithal to make me not feel embarassed of the end product.” We might still do a staged reading, but nobody knows yet. God, what a weight off my shoulders. I’ve been really lucky since I’ve been in Seattle - I haven’t been in any shows that I would consider “stinkers”. I know everyone has to do it at some point - you know, pay your dues - but I’ve been putting off the whole “being in a show I’m not proud of” thing as long as I can, and I’m glad I don’t have to break my winning streak.
Now, let’s see if that luck carries over into trying to re-license my car. Ha, ha, ha.
Sorry, Mike. Went a little
Sorry, Mike. Went a little overboard with the whole “sending you jobs” thing. I just want you to move here so you can hang out with me. I hope you understand.
Ahh, SIFF. It was celebrity
Ahh, SIFF. It was celebrity day at Seattle Center yesterday - I ran into both John Travolta and Jason Lee on my way from the Children’s Theatre to my bus stop after work. Of course, I didn’t say anything to either of them and just let them go on their merry way (the latter was on his cell phone, anyway) but I got onto my bus with a big old grin on my face. Mr. Travolta, I must admit, was shorter than I’d imagined - but the chindimple is huge, man. He’s pretty adorable. Jason Lee is very thin. I wanted to give him a sandwich.
Coming later: yet another tragic story about me saying nothing.
AGAIN with the rejoicing…
AGAIN with the rejoicing…
My friends, I proudly present to you the third (and final?) installment in my “Beloved Mikes from High School” series. Welcome Mike Lee! I missed ya, baby. This globe-trotting computer entrepreneur has degrees in women-wooing, underwater basketweaving, and goatee-dying. I met him through a crazy chica named Micha, and even though she’s no longer in my life, he stuck. (Thank god.)
Qwest is stupid. Stupid, stupid,
Qwest is stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
So, as most of you know (because I mass-emailed a zillion people), my phone number changed last week. I had the second line in our house hooked up. This line has been active for less than a week - and suddenly it just stopped working. You can still (vaguely) hear the dial tone, but the ambient BUZZING noise is so loud that the phone is useless. Some of you may have noticed this! So, sadly, if anyone needs to get a hold of me, they’ll need to do it via email or my old phone number, which thankfully is still functioning (despite the fact that I’m not really supposed to use it.) I called Qwest, and they told me that I will need to pay them at LEAST $85 - just to have the repairman drive out here. That’s just the baseline. Does anyone besides me think this is total bullshit? I don’t have $85 to just fork out whenever I please. I’m PISSED OFF and I’m NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!
Grr. Stupid corporations with their stupid fees and their stupid not caring about their customers. Stupid stupid stupid.
Look! It’s Jet! Hooray for
Look! It’s Jet! Hooray for long-lost high school friends!
Also, as some of you may notice, my links have shifted order again. As Ben Laurance once put it, “I feel like I’ve been moved down a few numbers on your speed dial.” The last time I shifted order, it was thematic. I liked reading them in a certain order, and that’s how they were listed. Ben’s was near the end because of the short-story-esque nature of his blog, and how things tend to wrap up neatly at the end of his entries - this was a nice way to end my blog-path. THIS time, however, I’m talking quantity. Those of you who just never post anymore (Pamala, I’m talking to you) got bumped WAY down. And those of you who don’t blog anymore at ALL (such as Nate and Dyanna) have been removed. You have displeased me with your inaction. *smacksmack* Then, I’ve added and moved up some old friends. Hello, old friends.
Yuki and Jet - here’s a project for you. Get Gene and Mike Lee to start blogs already. I miss those little wankers.
Huzzah! Huzzah! Welcome to
Huzzah! Huzzah! Welcome to the fold, Michael.
For all of you who don’t know, Mike “Kermit” Kimmit was a dear friend of mine throughout high school. We tutored 2nd graders together for a year - half of them thought we were siblings, half of them thought we were dating … and I suspect one or two thought we were both. Although he no longer has long hair, wears a cape, or uses a prophet walking stick, I still find him dashing and mesmerizing and am glad to have his presence online. I’ve still got a total high-school crush on both him AND his wife. How silly is that?
Okay, another invitation. I am
Okay, another invitation.
I am seeing…
The Killing of Sister George on Saturday at Union Garage at 8:00
and
Howard’s End on Thursday at Book-It (Center House Theatre) at 7:30
Don’t those sound fun? Both of them used to be movies - you can rent the movie this week and be all prepared. Plus, quality time with Alicia. And, of course, on Friday night I will be at SPIN THE BOTTLE. Of course you will be there. (Duh.)