AREN'T YOU GLAD

THAT I CAN'T FIT ART HISTORY INTO MY COURSE SCHEDUEL??!?!!


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I'll be posting more old shit from Tegaki E, 'cause, you know, the world needs my bastardization of popular and anique culture.


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O HAI there

Oh man, The Office... OH MAN...
I used to watch this show religiously 3 years ago, and just last week, I caught up and rewatched all the seasons in less than a week.
Now I need more episodes. Fortunately the new season starts in two weeks :D

P.S. go Pam + Jim!! and Michael/Ryan They were recently seen getting married, along with the camera crew on Niagara (the American side of course). What a show for the lucky tourists!

Now, here's a video for all The Office fans (click on the video for the lyrics to all those glorious references)




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Late post is late

A good cause is made better when SADIQ and HERACLES approve because Turkiye and Greece are obviously gay for each other and wants to put aside their hate and support gay rights on April 17th mmmkay.
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Mind block

I really should be working on an essay proposal about the Cold War and American popular culture, but side-stops are always welcomed before my brain celles end up in hell.

Guess I don't need to hit my ratty, choclate stained Social Studies 11 workbook for the Begbie prep blahblahexcuseblahexcuseexcuse.





History Bites is totally my favorite TV show (that I don't watch on TV....) right now. I try to only watch the ones relating to 16C - 19C European History because they help me with my AP studies (and provide much lulz) but all the episodes are extremely amusing, it's really hard not to waste precious pre-exam time on them OTL...

One of my favorites is the complete episode from season 5 that parodied The Osbournes with the Borgia family (The Osborgias, hurr). Though I had a much more attractive image of Cesare (Yuu Higuri's Canterella, insert long dreamy sigh...) in mind than anyone or anything that remotely resembles Jack Osbourne.

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Historical gay sex: trufax

I'M GONNA DRAW THE HOTTEST TEUTONIC KNIGHT DOING THE HOTTEST POPE EVER.

Sereiously, I miss drawing :(

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I heard there was trouble, eh?

This is a crash course on the start of WWII. Well, at least they had the Canadian entry down.
I'm sure this has been posted on a thousand Internets already, but here it is again!

Also, it's kinda awesome that I get to use the "Canada" tag again.
Oh France, you precious cheese-eating surrender monkey, you.
And we can all be America's backup.



and audio file:




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The rest of Sunday's image dump

The pickled peppers were so good, that they warranted their own entry. But I wasn't going to subsist solely on pickled vegetables... I mean, I could. I'd have one bad case of dehydration of malnutrition though.

I took out the newest issue of Vegetarian Times from my local library about two weeks ago. First of, it shocked the hell of me that my tiny local branch had this magazine in the first place. Secondly, well, it shocked the hell of me that my tiny local branch had this magazine. Anyways, sweet I thought, and checked it out, along with some gay erotica and splatterpunk paperbacks (hey Poppy Z. Brite, how's it going). The librarian lady gave me a weird look (obviously not the first one I received).

So, Vegetarian Time is a pretty decent read for vegans. I'd estimate about 2/3rd of the recipes could be easily veganized, and all the other ones (mostly backed good) can be modified with a laborious trip to Whole Foods or experimenting with the chemistry of ground flax or something like that. Surprising though, the first recipe that truly appealed to me is an user-submitted one in the editorial section.

So, here it is. Vegan carrot cake.



I added lemon juice to the icing for some tang.



Didn't have any walnuts, so I used a combination of pecans and Brazilian nuts (which I think taste gross if eaten alone).

I reserved half a roasted red pepper for topping a pizza I made. I used a very popular dough recipe from vegweb.com made with wholewheat flour and the addition of rosemary. I topped it off with some "white sauce"... hrm... humus, haha. Then, I caramelized a large onion with some seasoned TVP grounds, and steamed some spinach. I added those, with a layer of sliced black olives.







That's my lunch for the week!!! Together with that carrot cake, great fuel for writing this week's mid-term exams.


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A new favorite in the household

No, we are not replacing the dog.

It's pickled roasted red peppers! I'm really glad that last Sunday was fair, so I took advantage of the good weather and the (now very rare) free time to do some cooking, and take some decent pictures of course. Not that cooking is a rarity. Actually, cooking all of my meals is mandatory for survival, haha. I used to fret about dinner everyday after I come home, but now I plan my meals, cook only one or two days a week, and eat reheated leftovers for the rest. Yay!

Right then, carry on- for those of you who like your food porn with a twist of BDSM:



Can you hear those hot babes scream? Yea? Can ya? Well, I could... or it was the smoke alarm going off.



I swear to god this picture looks like a profile of smoked salmon. That creeped the hell outta me.



And in we go to the cauldron.



Along with some Fleur de sel.



Dump in the acid to get rid of the bodies. Mmmm... bodies with garlic, rosemary, oregano, dried hot chili peppers, and demerara sugar.
Let them sit for two days (that's today!! Hooray!)
It's a delicious keeper :)


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=*D

THE WHITE HOUSE

Office of the Press Secretary

For Immediate Release January 22, 2009

Statement of President Obama on the 36th Anniversary of Roe v. Wade

On the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, we are reminded that this decision not only protects women's health and reproductive freedom, but stands for a broader principle: that government should not intrude on our most private family matters. I remain committed to protecting a woman's right to choose.

While this is a sensitive and often divisive issue, no matter what our views, we are united in our determination to prevent unintended pregnancies, reduce the need for abortion, and support women and families in the choices they make. To accomplish these goals, we must work to find common ground to expand access to affordable contraception, accurate health information, and preventative services.

On this anniversary, we must also recommit ourselves more broadly to ensuring that our daughters have the same rights and opportunities as our sons: the chance to attain a world-class education; to have fulfilling careers in any industry; to be treated fairly and paid equally for their work; and to have no limits on their dreams. That is what I want for women everywhere.

THE WHITE HOUSE, January 22, 2009.

Via Feministing.

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At times like these,

I wish I am Jewish...



Might go out for Chinese later... mmmm...
...But since I'm even cheaper than the Jews in that video, I'll probably end up making my own at home.


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You go, Syph

YEA SYPHA! Well, I'm not entirely sure on what the context is, but a good screencap is a good screencap.
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In the mood for love- I mean essaaaay~

This is mainly intended for the newcomers to social-political aspects of slash fiction/BL; but to those who are already aware, it also presents some new ways of looking at the issues behind slash fiction as well...
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Gossip Girls, perfume ads, fashion spreads, reality shows... with whatever the media is trying to target us these days, they all spell out the word "straight". That's basically how you sum up heteronormativity and heterosexism in a nutshell. It's not quite as offensive as blatant homophobia, but pretending queer people doesn't exist in the media is just as nasty as wrist-flicking gay jokes.

In the past decades, the media has successfully imposed its own delusions of grandeur onto the average consumer. In plain English, it means that people think any given character from The O.C. is an accurate representation of the average young North American. Therefore, it's easy to see why people expect you to be white, straight, and slim (only if you’re female, of course.)

If you happen to fit the profile of white, slim, and -please- female (only female), you may proceed with the "adventurous" path of bicuriousity. Of course, this will only be a phase. After you have made out with that other white, slim, female hottie, you will be able to throw a tantrum and go back to the arms of your white boyfriend. If, heavens forbid, that you genuinely like other women (again, only if you're white and slim), please exit the stage as soon as you're done with putting up a good show for the boys. If you happen to be of the rare, verboten species of gay men, the media welcomes you with the awkward end of a shit stick and predictable laugh tracks.

The above paragraphs sum up, verbally, my general cynicism of the media's heteronormativity. Subconsciously, I think this concept developed long before my still limited knowledge of feminist theories.

Growing up watching anime brought an eclectic mix of emotions to my childhood. Back at my grandparents’ house, when my male cousins returned to my uncles and aunts, and grampa and gramma were resting in the streets, on their beds made of bamboo, I would sneak into the lounge-room to watch reruns of Knights of the Zodiac. I felt ashamed of it because I knew Knights was a show for boys. But despite my fighting my older male cousins to watch Sailor Moon instead of this wretched sausage fest, I was actually beyond curious to see something other than tits in miniskirts. So, cautiously, I curled my toes and tuned in whenever I had the chance.

I recollect that I was mesmerized by an androgynous young man who wore a form-fitted suit of pink armour. His name is Shun. Not only is he physically gorgeous, he is also of amiable character. But not surprisingly, at the tender age of eight, I didn’t know Shun is a boy. So, I looked up to Shun instead of Malibu Barbie.

On a meteorologically-forgettable afternoon, I watched, entranced, as Shun almost touched lips with a male companion of his. This wasn’t a romantic gesture, but rather, it was an act of unselfishness to save a friend by giving him physical warmth. At the time, these characters’ gender didn’t matter to me, nor was I able to distinguish among romance, friendship, and lust. Maybe my cousins thought Shun’s embracing another boy is indecent. Maybe they didn’t know Shun is a boy, either.

After years of exhausting the tedious vault of magical girls, talking stuffed animals, and of course, watching shows made for boys in secrecy, I finally resorted openly to stories of robots fighting intergalactic wars and battles of feudal samurai lords. From these “boys’ shows”, I discovered the anti-heteronorm.

On the Internet, among female fans of T.V., films, video games, literature, and just about any other format of fictional entertainment, there is a particularly strong dislike towards female characters. We argue that, compared to the robust, heroic, and brilliant boys and men, the girls and women are one-sided, flat, uninteresting, and solely there to support their superior, male counterparts. Unlike the male fans, we fail to find them sexually attractive, and therefore we dismiss the heroines. As a result, it makes sense as to why so many girls and young women turn to shows, books, and video games stereotypically targeted at the other gender and dominated by bold, male characters. For this certain niche of girls, both lesbian and straight, the boys and men of fiction became desirable in a way that would tickle us giddy like a group of Go-Go boys would to the drunken, after happy-hour crowd of martini consuming office-women.

Now I’d hate to stereotype against my own gender, but the female’s adoration for romance is generally regarded as universal. You can expect to entertain an average gal with a chick-flick, while her presumed-male beau either will contemptuously sulk in a corner, or he will sit through the garbage in hopes of obtaining some sexual favour after the Mandy Moore-cued credits. But this niche -this cynical, jaded niche of girls and women who are piss tired of predictably klutzy damsels in distress and their equally predictable douchebags of boyfriends- refuse to fall for the works of Stephanie Meyer and Meg Cabot. Instead of being depraved of romantic entertainment and becoming generally unhappy, we pair up the boys. With each other.

Now let me assure you, that this isn’t a new, hedonist fad that you’re so indecently exposed to just now. At the risk of dating my then nonexistent self, I will express my ambiguous knowledge of the fan-imagined funny business between Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock from Star Trek. See, way back in the sixties and seventies, girls and women already had the hots for moderately attractive men appearing on television in tight pants. Though Kirk and Spock do not interact romantically or sexually on the small screen, their fans’ imagination certainly was able to run wild. Instead of female fans wishing they could have Mr. Spock’s baby, they now wished that medicinal technology was advanced enough so Mr. Spock could have Captain Kirk’s baby. Kirk/Spock. Call it refreshing, grotesque, erotic, unspeakable, this is how slash fiction began.

Psychologists find this phenomenon odd, and you may find it even odder that legit, prestigious researchers get paid to study how women get their hots on by watching men getting their hots on with each other. Some scholars argue that many young women are attracted to the sexual allure of a male-exclusive relationship because of a lack of presence of female biology. Apparently, we are unable to respond maturely and seriously to our own sexuality without linking it with lesbianism, the same way that any boys in this room will think that a male who is not wearing a shirt will be automatically come on to him. It doesn’t help that in mainstream media, the woman is always the object of sexual desire or beauty, and therefore, this conundrum does not affect boys in the same way. In theory, it summarizes the arbitrary psychology that if you openly appear naked and without shame in front of the same sex, you are a homosexual. In fact, if you happen to be a naked woman that’s not particularly attractive according to societal standards, even if you’re flaunting it off in front of the guys, you are somehow a lesbian. But this argument is flawed in at least one way. There are lesbian women who enjoying reading about, writing about, and drawing about gay male relationships, even the explicitly sexual aspects of it. While I will not speak on behalf of them to present an explanation, I would like to think that this is an evidence of the fluidity of human sexuality.

While slash is wholly fiction, the one realistic upside of a gay male relationship, from a straight woman’s point of view, is its egalitarian properties. It’s no surprise that readers find escape from the suppression of any one partner in a relationship in slash fiction. And, you can’t deny that once in a while, it’s nice to pretend that there is a perfect balance in which no one particular person is confined to cook, scrub, vacuum, and pop out babies once every nine months. But do you remember Shun? Or Mr. Spock? Or even Legolas ala Orlando Bloom? The stereotypically feminine or even slightly physically androgynous men become the new “wifey’s”. In the average slash fiction, these typically younger, softer men are more than willing to cook a nice meal or put on sexy lingerie’s. Believe me, I ‘m not exaggerating, especially on the second part. I don’t think slash fans possess ill-intents when they replace, both physically and socially, the traditional femmes with pretty boys, but rather, the concept of inequality in relationships is so ingrained into our culture and minds that we are subconsciously confining ourselves in these sexist restrictions. These gender dynamics are like herpes, and the heterosexist media is the sociopathic rapist that’s giving it to everyone.

In addition, you should not expect all slash fictions to be gay-friendly. No, in fact, it would be equally preposterous to assume all porn are women-friendly. Slash fiction is a creative, escape medium for women, predominantly the heterosexual variety. There is a good reason why only an insignificant fraction of slash fans are gay men, and why even one gay activist in Japan spoke up so negatively about Boy’s Love, or BL as slash is known in Japan. He argues that men are degraded sexually and objectified in BL fiction, just as women are in mainstream pornography. As a matter of fact, sometimes slash fiction reiterates rape fantasy with the no means yes mentality, similar to the worst offender of its kind in mainstream pornography. This is where the slash fans have to draw the line between fantasy and reality. Right now, slash fiction has an incredible cult status; on Google, a search for YAOI, one specific subgenre of gay fiction exclusive to popular Japanese culture, alone turns up over 11 million results. Then again, a search for porn turns up 220. What many young men don’t realize is that distinct and sacred line between fantasy and misogyny. To the best of my knowledge and personal experience, the girls are doing a much better job. Furthermore, once again not to generalize, but I would like to comment that it is physically more difficult for women to sexually assault men. Many slash fans are feminists and supporters of the gay community, me included. The majority of us realize that the men of our fantasies are very much, well, fantasies. We don’t have that same expectation for the men in our reality. On the other hand, it’s not surprising when a young man expects attractive young women to perform fellatio on him after they exchange pleasant eye contacts on the street. Now I’m not making a negative assumption of all or even the majority of male mankind, but this is a reasonable statement to get across of what the porn and rape culture is teaching young men today.

That’s all very nice, you say, but isn’t there something terribly weird about two dudes getting it own in a perfectly heteronormative world? Yea, you’re right, and we as slash writers and artists ignore that fact. I can literally count, with the fingers on one hand, of how many times I’ve read about social issues such as homophobia or AIDS dealt with seriously and with great lengths in slash fiction. Quite frank, it’s fiction, and unless it dolls up the drama, we really don’t care. To make an impudent comparison, do you watch porn or chick-flicks so you can find out if the protagonist went ahead with that abortion? Yea, I thought not. Let’s leave the serious business for the social activists.

All in all, the close-knit slash community depends on the insatiable, female sexual appetite; it is just as proud and flamboyant as their male counterpart, yet it’s almost always ignored in the mainstream media. Of course, there is also fem-slash that is not explored in this essay. But given the media’s welcoming acceptance of lesbianism as a selling point, female homosexuality is less ostracized. Slash writers and artists are girls and women who are tired of being told to buy crap produced by companies who tell us we’ll never be good enough, fronted by airbrushed models which we will never become. Some of us are more aware of that fact than others. As females, we are taught by the media to automatically accept overt promiscuity from other women, who are stereotypically more attractive than us. Yet men do not suffer the same fate. Selling male sex appeal to other men is condemned homoeroticism, while selling female sex appeal to other women is a foolproof money-making scheme. Is it any wonder on why we have self-esteem issues when almost all of the average 3,000 ads we see per day tell us there is something disgustingly wrong with us? Well, we are no fools. We are creating our own alternative space of sexuality. Do we expect mainstream acceptance? Of course not, at least not anytime soon. Do I expect, that as a slash artist that you, the passerby, will suddenly understand that I draw pictures of beautiful, sometimes androgynous men, homoerotically charged or otherwise, for the sole purpose of artistically appreciating the beauty of men, and not for your twisted, snickering pleasures to question, “hey, is that a dude or what?” No. At that point, all I can do is take a breath, smile, and bear with your misogynist, heterosexist insensitivity.
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Do I see

a new anime about making noodles?!


What?
IT'S NOT THAT RIDICULOUS.

Via SeriousEats.
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1000 ANYONE?

Comment here if you happen to visit when the counter at the bottom left reads 1000.
I'll whip up something for you, either in the form of drawing, food (if you live around the area/ go to my school), and yes... even rants.

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tl;dr

(My layout boy looks awfully cold there... I'll (hopefully) get some free time when the 20th rolls around, and get redesigning then.)

I think I had what is my first brush with censorship in the past couple of months. I was pretty cheesed at a local youth's paper for not publishing my stuff (if you're local, you know the one I'm talking about.) I called their bullshit, through a politely written e-mail to the editor of course, a few days ago.

First, not to be a jerk with a God-complex and a bar of gold up my ass, but the quality of my work is undeniably solid for a person of my age. Second, if an ad from some asshole like HMV took up the same amount of space as the creative section, something is not right. Then they tell me they have too many submissions and not enough space, two months (that's two issues later) after I e-mailed them my submission. If I hadn't e-mail them to bitch politely about the situation, my hard work would be lost in the general void of forgotten cyberspace for all I know.

When I did receive my response from the editor earlier today, he went on about how his paper receives too many submissions/not enough space. Not to be pushy, but I call their bullshit (on my blog, not in the once again civil replay I fired back). See the "not enough space" tidbit from above. Finally, he addresses that my two figures are not fully clothed, and mentions that some people may have concerns over my nudes. I love the fact that the writer thinks there is no gender-connotation with using the word "figures" instead of "men''. But I think it's pretty obvious that the main problem is not that they are semi-nude, but rather that they are semi-nude, and have dicks (well, could argue the heraphroditism of angels) at the same time. And without a doubt, there is not way in hell that's gonna get through without stirring up a shitstorm. Will, they didn't wanna stir up the shitstorm, and hope to sweep this artist's hard work under a carpet, but that doesn't stop me from initiating the favour.

Well, "no shit Shakespeare," you say, it's a paper for teenager (whose views are of the average hetero male bravado that ostracizes gay/female sexuality) but that doesn't mean I should take this bullshit and sit gagged while my artist expression goes down the swirling toilet of censorship. But with all due respect to the editor who replied, he handled it with some sensitivity.

Letters below:

On 12/2/08 5:21 PM, "Lucy Xie" wrote:

Hi [redacted],

I am resubmitting a piece of my work that I e-mailed you over 2 months ago. Two months have passed, and this has been neither published, nor did I receive a letter of postponement or rejection. I am upset at the lack of response. Please understand that I made sure that my submission have been sent, and no electronic courier mistakes have been made. Otherwise, I would not be inquiring. If this is simply because of an accidental overlook, I apologize for my unnecessary inquiry. I look forward to seeing my artwork published in the future [redacted] magazine. If that is not possible, I would kindly request an explanation.

Please find attached, the artwork once again. Here is my contact information.

Lucy Xie
[redacted phone number]
[redacted] Secondary School
Grade 12
Vancouver

Cheers,
Lucy

From: [redacted]
To: Lucy Xie
Sent: Thursday, December 4, 2008 9:07:15 AM
Subject: Re: Artwork resubmission

Re: Artwork resubmission Hi Lucie,

It is impossible for us to inform each student that submits an article, artwork, photograph, etc whether or not his or her work is going to be published. There are just too many submissions for us to do that. We do still have the piece you sent a couple of months ago in our system ready to be used, but that is one among many. We begin production next week on the January issue and I will do my best to see if we can get your piece published in the next issue. It is a wonderful piece, with my only concern being that the two figures in your art piece are not fully clothed. I know it’s not anything inappropriate at all, but I just wanted to let you know that this may be a concern for some. I’m thinking it should be fine. If you have any other work you want to submit feel free to send it to me... Try to keep it to two pieces per month so that my inbox doesn’t get jammed. Hope this helps!

[redacted]



Hi [redacted],

I understand that you are very busy, and I appreciate your response. At first, I feared the lack of feedback and publication was a measure of censorship, because I am fully aware of the nature of my artistic expression. I hope you can understand the point of view that I am coming from as an artist, and why I was* upset because I felt I was being silenced for my hard work. I also understand that your readers would most likely treat my work with little controversial reaction if my subjects were female. But I digress; this letter is not about the nature of sexism**. In the end, I want to thank your magazine for giving a voice to countless young writers and artists***.

Regards,
Lucy

*Still fucking am. Still fucking will be until I see my stuff published.
**NO, NOT AT ALL, REALLY. Do you want me to spell "sarcasm" in capital letters too?
***Self explanatory, genuine comment. Especially from an artist like myself.

I need an apple and some peanut butter.
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Breathe.

Concerto pour deux voix - JB Maunier et Clémence Sint-Preux


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OMNOMNOMNOM.

JB Maunier looks so OMNOMNOMNOM in legwarmers. He should be careful about bending over his marvelous ass like that.




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I got it

Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia takes place after Castlevania: Symphony of the Night, sometime in the mid 1800s. As the Belmont Clan had vanished by that time, several organizations are created in order to research countermeasures against Dracula and his army's eventual return.

THE TRUTH Here's a theory:

Richter eloped with Alucard. Therefore, the Belmont gene was lost. Oh, Richter, how would you! Who's gonna be the baby daddy of the next generation of muscular vampire-hunting boys in BDSM gear?!
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A miserable pile of secrets

Dracula, Richter, and the Sisters are all on Jeopardy.
Alex Trebek reads question. "What walks on 4 legs in the morning, 2 legs in the afternoon, and 3 at night."
Dracula immediately buzzes in and answers " WHAT IS A MAN!?"

- Atownsduke from GameFAQs.
I know, I know, I'd bad for laughing out loud at this. My parents are now looking at me kind of strange.


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Ben Affleck and Matt Damon: do want?

Well, 11 years ago anyways. I'm also doing my best to mentally erase that disturbing image of Robin Williams with a beard.

But the explicit slash porn bromance is still very much alive, I shit you not.
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