shred

shed

change what was

said

with parts

in the past

You spin me round round

Round round I spun you.

Cake Mix:
Part I of my mix at Carly's birthday party

Six, Teen Candles

From the desk of

The only thing I love more than updating my blog is not updating my blog.

Upcoming events worth noting:

Growing up, birthday parties were synonymous with piñatas – piñatas filled with candy, piñatas filled with money & piñatas filled with flour (the adults in my family were funny, real funny). Carly celebrates her birthday the only way I knew growing up:

I’ll be filling Kate Tsang’s shoes behind the laptop & speakers. We will celebrate with NYC in mind and you in our hearts & dancing feet.

And, if you’re not exhausted from the piñata bashing, then good – I‘ll see you the following night for my dear friend Stephanie’s birthday party. For this we migrate from LA to Orange County. A warehouse Halloween celebration, no flyer for this one, little ones, sorry:

I’ve retired my Warhol wig for something more contemporary & timeless.

I'll leave you with a view from behind my desk at work:

Inside my desk, top drawer: Rosebud salve, stress-relieving lotion, dove chocolate squares

long week & weak days

we've got love
and hate, it

is the only way

something you can clutch

if i were to, and you
might as well, be

filled with pebbles & pearls—

there would be a sinking
feeling, rocks inside you
& me, stringing
a long something
for you to
choke with

Living life on a computer keyboard: hit return.

a city two love





some say love
is a place

i was

convinced,

i fled the country
side on the side

streets, trying to find

a city inside you
and the stare-
way in
to heaven

beside you

hear the art hear the art;

broken hearts.




provocative




limp
ankles & wrists
rest in your mind—

a sleep in your eyes
where hands held
a time, less beautiful
now
with the present

in hand

you want to leave me

tongue tied
trying to say
in knot
so many words—

you’ve created a noose
& tightened my lips

isn't the ending, so much as the start (?)

A bit delayed, but this is in honor of the end of an era.

We've all made our own nests in different places. We reluctantly said good bye to the days of Modena, and were once again forced to bid adieu to the days of the W.Ave, which I lovingly named & lived in.

Modena partially reunited as the W.Ave

W.Ave's wall
(I hide behind alcohol, while animal-out-of-their-natural-habitat looks on)

Where to find us: Bangkok, Los Angeles, Seal Beach & overlooking the burgeoning renaissance of City Heights from a private balcony.

Help yourself to my sloppy seconds - 32 minutes.

First mixtape attempt:

Gym Clothes Off – Hood Internet
Blue Monday – New Order
Two of Hearts – Stacy Q
Gravity’s Rainbow (VanShe Tech Remix) – Klaxons
Pogo (CSS Remix) – Digitalism
Cheated Hearts (Peaches Remix) – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Radio (Shinichi Osawa Remix) - Felix da Housecat
In My Arms – Kylie Minogue
Your Bmore (Singing Sunday Remix) - DJ Roctakon
Shadows – Midnight Juggernauts
Hustler – Simian Mobile Disco
Call on Me – Eric Prydz
Girls and Boys – Blur
Like a Prayer – Madonna
Ain’t Nothing Gonna Break My Stride – Men at Work

Click to download Beat Salad

The lady of the house is the host

& also a guest

read me

Don't Stop, Don't Stop

Just keep. Ongoing, my love for Brazilian Girls.


From their latest single, "Good Time" -

some people want pussy pussy pussy marijuana
some people want nothing, only staying home with momma
some people want nothing and need nothing and are free
they just want to have a good time

Yakety Yak

SQZMYLMNS @ the OFFICE was garbage, although not completely. The music was good, as expected, though the crowd was dead and few and far between. As far as the place itself, its no longer anything like Scolari's, in fact, its the opposite. The days of cheap drinks are over. Jive Wire @ the Casbah was an entertaining alternative to SQZMYLMNS. San Diego is still San Diego which basically means you will run into everyone you know on any given day - whether you want to see them or not; you'll always be 'surprised.' That night ended with a Jack Daniels disco dancing clearing of the dance floor.

The majority of my weekend was spent in the company of asian women, among them the already notorious "animal out of their natural habitat." Speaking of the devil, I was checking out a sale at Express with her (her mother had notified her of the sale - believe it or not, her mother is Chinese & into sales) & some crazy bitch asked me where "my" fitting rooms were. Within the hour we were sitting at an undisclosed restaurant. We were seated in a corner & within 10 minutes of sitting I asked our server what we had done to be punished with the seats we were given - he was speechless, embarrassed & was notably shy about returning to our table for the remainder of our 'meal.' I was kidding with him.

Blow Up LA - you are garbage. From the hustling security guard to your seven dollar watered down drinks to your unlit bathrooms. Also, your music sucked. However, if you're ever in LA, driving down Sunset Blvd. by Short Stop in Echo Park, stop by the gas station on that corner and have a bacon wrapped hot dog. Vegetarians, watch your non-vegetarian friends eat one.

Test, Part III: Matching

Match the following text with the most fitting photograph.

I'm a bitch
I'm a lover
I'm a child
I'm a mother(fucker)
I'm a sinner
I'm a saint

Save Your Dollars - San Diego & Its Poor Excuse of a Summer

Like a mite, San Diego buried itself under my skin (years ago) and has me feeling like this. Why don't you leave if you don't like it, you ask? Fuck you, thats what I say.

I'm not the only one who feels this way, apparently. Even filth & disease seems to pursue a quick ending in San Diego.

I love white people for their silly phrases, among them: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. And since its Thursday night, I'm going to take my lemons and get them squeezed tonight - SQZMYLMNS @ the OFFICE (RIP Scolari's).

It's Just a Little Crush

Crush.

Here's to unhealthy obsession and the price of fueling/feeding those obsessions.

*10/12/08: And here's to censoring.

Animals, Part II

Biology is boring (except for when you're practicing it in bed) - I'm not the only one who thinks so, which is why I was able to feast my eyes on this little beauty. One of my students told me he had spotted a tiny lizard while taking a break/walk during 1st Period, so I had him catch it for me.

Speaking of animals out of their natural habitat:


Don't ever ask me to go running-shoe shopping with you, unless you want a photo like this to surface on the internet. I'll even wait 3-4 weeks before posting the photo, just to fool you into thinking that I deleted the photo from my phone, thinking "What the hell is this a photo of?"

Feed The Animals

Remember that sure-fire plan to seduce in Clueless? The culminating moment where Cher is in bed with Christian - failed pillow talk. Ignorant of the fact that the way to a gay man's heart is through surprising & well executed dance music, Cher could not do for Christian what Girl Talk can do for me. However, they both seem to have one thing in common - animal advocacy.



Girl Talk's Feed the Animals, Via illegalart.net