Before we head out on our trip to California (and I have inspiring events to write about), I figured I ought to write an obligatory list blog.
I am doing this blog thing as an exercise to force me to write more. So, even though I am not incredibly inspired at the moment, I am going to do this.
It won't be pretty. I am sorry.
Here goes :
1: I am a Japanophile- specifically an Okinawaphile.
I generally like all things Japanese (within reason). I loathe the idea of being considered an Otaku. I'm not that. I really care about the culture, history, geography, architecture, geology, environment, classical literature, art, politics, economics, and folk music of my beloved island: Okinawa. It is a passion for me. Part of my identity. If I could, I would get a graduate degree in Ryukyu Studies. I don't care about Anime or Manga or J-pop. I don't cosplay. I don't eat tons of sushi, or whatever those Otaku kids eat. I do like video games and Japanese fashion design.
2: The freaking ocean. I love that thing. I love the water, the creatures, the flora, undersea volcanoes. I sometimes wonder if I was a mermaid in a past life. I have always had conflicting emotions about Disney's The Little Mermaid. I want to hate her because I am one of those competitive females that instinctively dislikes any other skinny white girls, especially if their dad is rich and they have a nice singing voice. Also, she doesn't appreciate her beautiful undersea home. Running away with prince Eric is only a sacrifice for her because she loses her voice, which she eventually gets back. Why isn't losing automatic Scuba abilities and fish communication abilities the sacrifice they focus on. Dumb ho.
3: I really love things that peek. When critters or people or cartoon characters sneakily peek out from behind anything, I cannot contain my mirth. When that weird dude in the wedding singer peeked out from behind the curtain while Adam Sandler was playing his guitar and singing... I almost peed I was laughing so hard. When Baxter tries to climb up the end of my bed and his little head peers over the edge, full of hope and determination, my heart is warmed with glee. Basically, if a burglar peeked in a playful manner into my house, I would probably give him some stuff just for the performance.
4: Historical romance novels- sometimes called "bodice rippers" in the pornish literature industry. Hey, I read high quality literature all the time.And smart stuff like National Geographic and Science Magazine. And I really don't watch that much TV. So stop yer judging. I love to pick up a $2 trashy novel, read it over the course of a few hours, and then sit on my high horse and judge the author and her editors for the hackneyed style, redundant, repeated phrases and clichés, minor spelling errors and plot holes and whatever else I see fit to scoff snobbily over. I sit in pedantic judgement every time I voraciously read crap about maidens in distress finding forbidden love with rogues and rakes. It is like brain junk food. My name is Rebecca and I'm a trashy novel addict.
5: Metal. Like the music. I honestly do listen to all kinds of music, but I am really enamored with heavy metal. Well, more specifically: epic metal, viking metal, symphonic metal, speed metal, folk metal, the list goes on...I like most metal, from Bathory to Haggard to Hammerfall to Ensiferum. I am even starting to listen to Japanese metal. I like reading about the history of metal, the culture around it. I have even been thinking about learning Swedish or Dutch or German. Just because. The only variations I don't really dig, for purely synaesthetic reasons, are black metal and a fair amount of death metal. Although, I will take them any day of the week over Justin Bieber. Just sayin.
Well, this is probably not my funniest work or most beautiful prose; but I wrote it. At least it is honest. Don't give up on me.
Kthx bye.
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