05.31.02 >1227

An irony, if I ever saw one: saying I've got writer's block, and yet I'm writing something here, right now. Yeesh.

I found a bootleg copy of The Two Towers trailer and then went to dig the book out of the box pile downstairs. We have about six months till the movie premieres and I'm already psyched about it. Woot!

05.29.02 >1838

Under Three Suns now has a cover page. Hope you like it - I think I'll make another one soon.


American football, Samoan Style: "The food, culture and pace of life are strange. Mau had never seen snow before he arrived at Western Kentucky. He and his fellow Samoans were equally new to their classmates, particularly when they donned their lava lavas for campus strolls. "It's the first time they've seen a Samoan," Mau said. "They don't even know where Samoa is. They thought we were Mexican."

I usually get two or three different responses when I tell people my nationality (and yes, I am Samoan, btw):

1. "Where's that at?"
2. "I thought you were Filipino!" (I'm also a quarter Filipino)
3. "I thought you were Mexican!"
I can't decide what's funnier, these answers or the fact that nobody can pronounce my middle name. (Trust me, it ain't a tongue-twister. My maternal grandmother's name: Matumaivai. MAH-too-my-vie[rhymes with my] Now that didn't kill ya, did it?)

Seein' that I have a lot of cousins who do come from the islands to go to school in the States, with some who do play football on scholarships at BYU or elsewhere, it's nice to actually see it in paper. I normally don't talk much about my culture here - it's a generation clash thang; after awhile you suddenly wish the whole culture subject would just go away and leave you alone - but for some reason I do like it when I see some aspect of Samoa, whether it be the culture or the people, pop up in an unexpected place.

05.28.02 >1643

Oy, this room is a mess. I'm taking a break from packing, and suddenly I'm wishing somebody had already invented Star Trek-like transporters - it would make life on "Packing Day" so much easier. Oh, and droids! And replicators! And - and ... REM-inducers! Yeah!

They got this thing going at the Labs (Lawrence Livermore Nat'l Labs & Sandia Nat'l Labs) where one is more likely to get a job if you've got a family member or friend already working inside. This deal reeks. (Watch the FBI peg my site just for saying that.)

05.27.02 >2027

The history of Memorial Day.

05.26.02 >2302

You are a brat.

05.24.02 >1741

In response to my post a couple days ago about worrying and the future and planes, here is a proverbial slap on the wrist (for myself).

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt. 6:33, 34)
I think I've been hanging around my mum (who has a tendency to go overboard on the worry thing) too long.


1. What's the last vivid dream that you remember having? Shoot - it's the one I had last night, after I fell asleep to the dull bass thud of our neighbor's music pounding on our wall - I just can't remember it exactly. I know it had somethin' to do with my family, and as dreams go, this one was weird. Weird, as in we were doing a family activity in an unconventional way and didn't care how stupid we looked.

2. Do you have any recurring dreams? I've had one or two of those - they all usually involve a spaceship. (Heh, I'm sure that tells you a lot, eh?)

3. What's the scariest nightmare you've ever had? Ummm. I've got two answers for this question - one is where someone I know or myself is getting raped (hey, I'm just answering the question!) or I'm getting attacked by demons. Thankfully, they're both just bad dreams.

4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not? I tried to keep a dream journal as a teen, but usually I'd never have time to write in it and finally gave up on that project. I have used a few dreams as storylines, though - and those are great fun to play with.

5. Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it? I'd be asleep and wake up within my dream; that'd be the only way I could tell I was dreaming. I'd open my eyes and look around, and I wouldn't be in my bedroom. Or I'd wake up and something extremely strange would say "good morning" or happen to me.

05.22.02 >1148

Resurfacing Animosity Awaits Bush in Europe: "...The United States and Western Europe are drifting apart again -- in policy, in values, in global ambitions. The differences are amplified by a clash of aspirations, as Europeans openly assert their goal of creating a continental 'superpower' that can equal or exceed the United States in global influence." Maybe it's just the American in me, but I think this won't happen for a very long time. Why? We're looking at a Europe that's not united on a specific issue. The rest of this article doesn't call any attention to the unhappy nationalists in the borderless countries that comprise the European Union who've been waving their rather prominent anti-immigrant sentiments around. These feelings are especially focused towards the candidate countries vying for entry into the EU, and they just so happen to be much poorer and less developed than their Western cousins.


In the back of my mind I've always had this irrational fear that I won't be present should one of my loved ones die. Call me crazy or whatever - like I said, it's irrational. I have no control over what may happen to them any more than I have control over what may happen to me. If it happens, it happens. I know my destination after death just as much as they know theirs. I suppose it's just that awhile ago, I stopped looking at life as some joyride through the small moment of eternity that we call "life" in general and reluctantly conceded that by any circumstance in this day and age we live in, I could die. In the short-term range of planning for the future, we always say, "Tomorrow we'll do such-and-such" or "See ya tomorrow!" or something along this line. And when I hear this now, somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind I think, "What if tomorrow never comes?"

This happened even before 9/11. Now, granted, I think one of the terrorists' goals in killing so many people on that day was to instill a permanent sense of fear in us Americans, but I think they failed. However, since that day I'll admit that I've been very leery of airplanes. I pray for friends that I know have to take an airtrip elsewhere.

Tomorrow afternoon my two sisters will be boarding a flight to Seattle for a four-day rendezvous with some other youth groups from their church organization. I would appreciate your prayers for a safe trip on their part ... and more sanity/confidence on mine.

(Sorry, I don't mean to make this post sound gloomy and morbid. Contrary to what this post might make you think, death ain't at the forefront of my thoughts every day - it's just something I've taken more seriously - and hopefully it won't scare off some of you happy-go-lucky people out there.)