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Lady and the Tramp [Jaysen Headley’s Vault Disney #15 Companion]

This week I’m talking out of my ass about Lady and the Tramp.  I saw this when I was really little.  I think I actually saw it projected from a projector.

Vault Disney #15: Lady and the Tramp


The following are notes as I barely watched the film, and now adding in some annotations.  Missing the of whole point watching it YAY!  This in a way is an exercise in writing.  Bad writing, or just writing for the sake of writing for yourself without being judgmental.  If you actually want a post about this film that’s constructed with thought and provides a review of value (here’s that self-judgement), you should read Jaysen Headley’s post on Lady and the Tramp!  Continue reading Lady and the Tramp [Jaysen Headley’s Vault Disney #15 Companion]

Asian American Culture

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Happy Me Make

50 Things That Make Me Happy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IagRZBvLtw

50 things that make me happy?  Ok, this is just gonna be a mess.  It enables my obsessiveness and compulsion to create inclusive lists.  Ugh,.. which could never end,.. BUT, it’s also asking for just 50!?!  To me, that means, I have to come up with everything I can think of, then rate them all to discover the top 50.  Knowing me, I’ll be super vague, which would make them more inclusive of many other things.   But, knowing that, I’ll try to be more specific, so that  this will be more interesting to read.  Thing is,.. I’m not sure I have the time or energy to do what Carl would initially think to do, so I may just end up with ,.. this….

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Time Out, for Work, for Play & of the Closet

FOR WORK & PLAY
Time Out, Excluded
I’m pretty aware and sensitive to the inclusion and exclusion of those within groups.  I guess, I’ve had my share of time feeling ‘out,’ or excluded.  I always felt like an outsider, misunderstood, or that I didn’t fit in.  I guess knowing how it felt to feel excluded, I secretly championed inclusiveness.  Or maybe I was just bored.

Time spent Out

Growing up, I often felt like I was wasting my time a lot, especially when going out or hanging out with friends.  That sounds horrible, but it’s how I felt.  I think often it’s because I was bored.  Maybe they weren’t doing anything I wanted to do.  Sometimes, it just felt like time was dragging on really slowly, I was so bored.  I remember hating it, and beating myself up afterwards for having put myself through it, deeming it a huge waste of my time.  I’m not sure why, but I’ve always wanted to be productive.  I remember getting annoyed that my family would want to go away on vacation, cause what would I be able to do there to advance my career goals. Continue reading Time Out, for Work, for Play & of the Closet