Does anybody feel the same way as I do that watching this TV commercial is like suddenly getting an unsolicited dick shot in email when you want to sit on the couch, enjoy a bowl of noodles and watch some TV randomly? No channel should be allowed to broadcast this commercial except adult channels.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
How old is too old to wear hot shorts? Grad school, hot shorts, platform sandals, short hair... I'm having a mid-life crisis.
The original plan for me to go to grad school is that now Average Joe has kept his job fine to pay bills. Because unlike I, he is crazy. His genes are not suitable for procreational purpose. As a result, I would be having a job I hated all my life if I had kept working. I would be having too much free time in my hand if I had quit. The solution? Having me fulfill my dream of reading hundreds of books a year, researching and being smarty pants in school.
The problem is now that things get so very hard in grad school. Well, not all grad school. I'm not talking about an MBA or a law degree which almost any human-being with reasonable ability to process information can do fine. I'm talking about other intellectual subjects. I'm in an exhausted field in terms of admission and job opportunities. You just do not get in and get a job unless you are one of the most competitive people in the country. I did not choose this field. I just don't know how to do other majors. This is the only field I have known how to do and done well since high school. It's so hard. It's as hard as I feel like I'm going crazy almost everyday when dealing with the materials surrounding me.
Nobody outside of work understands what the fuck I'm talking about anymore. Not my boyfriend. Not my shrink. I am abandoned.
I just want to watch a cheesy melodrama and cry because I cannot self-induce a good meltdown right now. This is like constipation, but not with shit.
Friday, November 26, 2010
My Significant Other has a 17-year-old nephew. Every time we see her and her boyfriend, we, the uncool grad student and creative in the family, automatically become the outlaws at the dinner table.
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Doesn't this persecution of the inconsumable, characterizing the immature, stems from the anti-intellectual culture we live in America nowadays? I am only explaining here because as much as half of the nation does not see the relevance from Palin, most parents see that from their kids. There are just cases of the human species which do not overcome the blindness when they are fifteen. The catastrophe is that they then live with such lack of (in)sight through their lives without knowing.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Great tool! "Writerly text", "structure of feeling", anything that doesn't make much sense, hah!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
----- Forwarded Message ----
Subject: L.A. County Sheriff's Alert, Serious & Important!
Thursday morning, I saw an infant car seat on the side of the road with a blanket draped over it. I did not stop, even though I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head. But when I got to my destination, I called the PD and they were going to check it out.
"Several things to be aware of ... gangs and thieves, are now plotting different ways to get a person to "stop" their vehicle.
"There is a gang initiation reported by the local police department that gangs are placing a car seat by the road...with a fake baby in it...waiting for a woman, of course, to stop and check on the baby.
Note that the location of this car seat will usually be beside a wooded or grassy (field) area ...and the person - woman - will be dragged into the woods- beaten and raped- usually left for dead. DO NOT STOP. DIAL 9-1-1 AND REPORT WHAT YOU SAW!!!
"IF YOU ARE DRIVING AT NIGHT AND EGGS ARE THROWN AT OUR WINDSHIELD. DO NOT TURN ON YOUR WIPERS AND DO NOT SPRAY ANY WATER ON IT BECAUSE EGGS MIXED WITH WATER BECOMES MILKY AND YOU'LL NOT BE ABLE TO SEE!!!! YOU ARE THEN FORCED TO STOP BESIDE THE ROAD AND BECOME A VICTIM OF THIEVES. THIS IS A NEW TECHNIQUE USED BY GANGS. PLEASE INFORM YOUR FRIENDS AND RELATIVES. THESE ARE DESPERATE TIMES AND THESE UNSAVORY INDIVIDUALS WILL TAKE DESPERATE MEASURES TO GET WHAT THEY WANT."
Please talk to your loved ones about this. This is a new tactic used and I would hate for anyone to fall victim to this kind of crime.
Please BE SAFE AND NEVER STOP YOUR VEHICLE
DEPUTY PROBATION OFFICER II, TOYA WOODS
3221 TORRANCE BLVD.
TORRANCE , CA 90503
310-222-2661 DESK 310-222-2672 OFFICE
Friday, October 29, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
School has started for about two months. I am so tired and sleepy, and lack of caffeine. Laundry not done. No time to cook. No time to clean. There is no time for basically anything in graduate school. This is the life of a grad student. Or, we don't have one. What do I study? What's the objective of my study? Well, here's an example.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I'm sorry but am I dreaming? I was one of the lucky guests of Zocalo's when it first started a few years ago and offered intellectual seminars, food and wine free in Downtown's Library. $185?! Is the economy so bad that LA Weekly and KCRW stopped sending paychecks to Jonathan Gold and Garth Trinidad or something?
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Doesn't matter if they are Japanese, Korean, Chinese, whatever. Here's why: http://tt.mop.com/read_4432458_1_0.html
Pay attention to that this girl looks the same as her friend! Now you know why!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
sent from palm
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Google means way more than just a search engine. There's far more than that. It puts people's memory together. Can you not be amazed how powerful it is when it comes to facilitating every user to contribute their own little pieces of history to the nation's? "Open collaboration" are the words in the red rectangle on this Google Map with locations of the tanks, students, journalists, fire, Deng Xiao-ping and so forth. For some people, openness and exchange are two extremely frightening concepts.
Original map is at http://
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
BREATHLESS - 50th Anniversary Restoration
Cast: Jean-Paul Belmondo, Jean Seberg
Technical Advisor: Claude Chabrol
Photographed by Raoul Coutard
I think I'm going to try to catch my favorite, Resnais's new film this Thursday night instead. Actually this month there are just too many good movies out, without even mentioning the L.A. Film Festival.
PREVIEW SCREENING: WILD GRASS
Director: Alain Resnais
Writers: Alex Réval, Laurent Herbiet
Cast: Sabine Azéma, André Dussollier, Anne Consigny, Emmanuelle Devos, Mathieu Amalric
Widely acclaimed at its Cannes world premiere, the latest film from France’s master of space-time intrigue Alain Resnais may be his headiest concoction in decades. Racked by a mid-life crisis, George becomes obsessed with the owner of a mysterious purse that he chances upon: an aviatrix with a shocking red hair. As he tries to track her down, he becomes enveloped in a mystery of his own making. With its lush widescreen camerawork, playfully free-floating montage, and imaginative tonal shifts, Resnais’s latest mind-bending journey finds this 87-year-old filmmaker in peak form. “Sublime..Resnais’s finest work to date.”—The New York Times.
Los Angeles County Museum of Art
5905 Wilshire Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90036
TICKETS are $10; $7 for LACMA members, seniors (62+), and students with valid ID. To purchase tickets: (323) 857-6010
JUNE 10, 2010, 7:30 PM at LACMA
Opens in L.A on JUNE 25
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Do you guys like to radio on Itunes while working? I lately found this French lounge, jazz and instrumental channel which isn't bad. Have been listening to it everyday: http://pri.kts-af.net/redir/index.pls?esid=461db0b6eb49138115a3107a350e750c&url_no=1&client_id=7&uid=68efed4d03ec7e45fd3978262c107180&clicksrc=xml.
They have been selling this jazzy U2 cover album really hard these days. No bad:
Thursday, April 22, 2010
[photo copied from Gizmodo] Does anybody read Susan Sontag here? I'm deeply influenced by Sontag and therefore immediately think of her short comment on, Women, the photo book of Annie Leibovitz in terms of how women are subject to sexualization however they look. How is that possibly this blogger contributor whatever, Brian Barrett, think this is "stunning"? (Click on source of photo for original post) I mean, "stunning"?! If cables automatically mean "connected" instead of "restricted" to him, I firmly believe it is only because of this mannequin's highly sexualized posture as well as its perfectly proportioned female body (of course, according to society's standard).
Don't you think this what-so-called "self portrait of the female artist" (Kasey McMahon's) is a narcissistic self-promotion of a desperate woman who happens to make art and aims to seduce her audience so badly with the idea that cables, as a symbol of connection, also imply sex with her? You think if this's still a self-portrayal but in a shape of a 300-lb lady standing up, Mr. Barrett will call it "connect"? Maybe not. Maybe he will call it "restrain" instead. What do we call a horny art consumer and a slutty artist? There is a saying in Chinese called "姣婆遇著脂粉客" which means something like the slut meets the hung.
But the real question is, why would cables imply sex? It's like saying why would chicken wings, clouds and bugs imply sex. It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever until you sexualize all daily objects. The relationship between the signifier and signified is completely subject to society's consumption of the female body.
What's ironic is I actually think this would have made a good piece of art if there is no mentioning of "self sculpture", i.e., self-identification. I mean, women, come on, grow up. If you really are what you think you are, you don't have to say it out loud. Others can see it.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Free screening of Duras's India Song at LACMA for a perfect Saturday evening date. Can you believe it? Quick quick. Selling like hot cakes... http://www.lacma.org/programs/FilmListing.aspx
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I have a mixed feeling about Patti Stanger so I feel compelled to blog about her. Yes, the fems, I get that gold digging is bullshit but I mean, when, in women’s history, has there been a time a successful matchmaker, with a look completely behind society’s expectation, giving advices to single women how to look attractive and score a powerful man? Regardless of what she advises, I must give some credit to the invincible attitude she proposes. She takes criticism against her appearance like presses a cigarette butt against an ash tray. To subject a woman to society’s expectation of how attractive she must look is as bad as to smoke. So what do you do with something so bad? You smoke a cigarette, put it off and move on, if you haven’t quit smoking yet. It’s the same situation women face nowadays in patriachal society, isn’t it?
I know I shouldn’t honor gold digging as much as I shouldn’t for smoking. But we are allowed to look at the complex nature of patriarchy and unhealthy lifestyle, don’t we?
Monday, January 18, 2010
So, your favorite, the coolest L.A. blogger, namely the Downtown Chick, found a job in an animal hospital company. For some reason, they sent me to this veterinary conference in Orlando, Florida, and put me in World Center Marriott. Do you know how much it costs to eat cereal for breakfast near Disneyland? Seventeen US dollars. Correct, I'm not talkin' about yen, darling. US dollars to be exact.
Actually the room rate isn't that bad. It's about $200 per night if you don't order anything. But the resort is bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbig. You can play golf in it. Yes, you can. It must be the highest-end hotel I have stayed in, and I don't know the beautiful hotel's laundry etiquette. I lost my pajamas!
How did I lose my pajamas in Disney Marriott? Well? I don't remember exactly where I put them. I think the phone rang, I procrastinated, then looked at the alarm clock, got up, undressed and took a quick shower. Now, where did I throw the pajamas to? I have no idea. The hangover had not been washed off until the hot shower commenced.
I actually spilt something on a white shirt and I didn't know how to put it as laundry but apparently the janitor, or someone, had a bigger problem with my pajamas than my shirt and removed them from my room. Tonight, I went to the outlet two mile away to get a pair of Aerosoles shoes because of the intolerable pain induced by continuous standing at my company's booth. Then I came back to the hotel and was about to cut off my feet. I sank myself in a tub of hot water and what not, then boom, my ethnic pajamas were gone when they're supposed to be on my body!
Why are they ethnic? Because I actually bought them when I was in college, for about HKD$19, which equals to about two bucks US, in Hong Kong. I love them. I've been wearing them for over ten years. They remember part of my past. They are made of thick cotten and look very Maoist. If I wear them and hold a big mug, you will think I'm a communist. Now, my intimate pajamas are on the hands of a Disney related corporation? Do you know how I feel? It's like you invade Iraq and Afgan. I don't like American consumerism. I like cereal, and very rarely, big resort, and extremely rarely, people playing golf, and almost impossibly, kids, but it's just wrong to take my pajamas away, or invade somewhere you have no idea what their life is all about. Stop it, Micky Mouse, or America. You are very fucking annoying.