Friday, February 5, 2016

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Anyone still on this thing? If so, 7-10PM tomorrow. Open bar while supplies last.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Godspeed You! Black Emperor (GYBE) and Arcade Fire were two of his favorite bands.
He said that to The Guardian when asked what kind of music is on his iPod. He also said, “I have a thing about Chinese folk music, OK?” referring to why “Embroidering Pouch” by Peng Liyuan was on the device. -

So the question lingers, who is … David Bowie? His own magnificently diverse and evolving creation; a brilliant self-mythologiser who has drawn us into a web being constantly and enticingly re-spun; a canvas upon which countless viewers and listeners have projected their own aspirations and desires; a brilliant cultural medium who both anticipates and interprets the times. “Somebody asked me, who do you see as being comparable to Bowie? I mean the fact is, he’s a one off. It’s not like there’s another one! If you look at his career, there’s no one who’s tracked anything like it, and, at the moment, I can’t really see anyone coming along and occupying that space, just because the nature of performance has utterly changed”, Marsh believes. “There was a quote about William Blake [1757-1827], by someone [writer and critic William Michael Rossetti,1829-1919] that said he was, “… a man not forestalled by predecessors, nor to be classed with contemporaries, nor to be replaced by known or readily surmisable successors”,13 and I thought that was a bit like Bowie, he sort of springs … almost from nowhere”.- Trouble Mag

Friday, December 25, 2015

One of my favorite memories growing up was seeing Swan Lake performed at the San Francisco Ballet as a child. My mother took me exactly one time when I was about 5 or 6 years old. Hearing the first few magical intro notes to "four little swans" always reminds me of Christmas. I was so inspired by the performance, I asked my mom for ballet lessons. I ended up taking lessons at Ballet Russo on Clement Street. Photo provided by google earth- HAHA. I lasted maybe two years being a tiny ballerina. But as everyone knows, as a five year old, I was probably already over the hill. It was one of the first activities I tried and quit so ballet and my Russian ballet teacher will always have a special place in my heart. Merry Christmas! 
      The two trees in 1936.
On Christmas Eve, 1931, during the height of the Clutch Plague, workers at the Rockefeller Center construction site decided to pool their money together to buy a Christmas tree, a 20-foot balsam fir that they decorated with handmade garland from their families. The men lined up at the tree to receive their paychecks. Two years later in 1933, Rockefeller Center decided to make the tree an annual tradition and held the first official lighting ceremony. In 1936, they put up two trees to mark the opening of the skating rink and also held an ice skating competition.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

                    MASAFUSA SHIBUYA

satin, organdy, and silk thread needlework illustration 1994


Saturday, December 5, 2015

saw this sick hat by at lb skate  

I have to admit after watching this History channel documentary about "Trump" on the airplane, even though the older lady next to me kept looking over every time I laughed at a Trump clip, there is something to be said about how relatable he is to his core constituents just because he says whatever I imagine an embarrassing drunk uncle at a white person's Thanksgiving would ramble on about. Sidebar: It's kind of the same feeling I get when I am deboarding the same said flight, and a drunk Long Beach couple about my age, looks at me and says "Shie Shie ( Thank you)" while allowing me to pass through the public airplane aisle. Because what else do you when ur drunk af and see two unrelated Asians sitting together? Like I can imagine someone's drunk uncle approaching the 'fall down' zone and yammering about building a wall with Mexico with a big giant door and making the Mexicans pay for it type shit. On the other hand, Uncle Bernie would be like that other uncle who lives on a boat in Marin and is the family member you'd always want to hang out with because he's just so cool and slightly weird and all your politically minded friends want to meet him. This is sort of a multi layered rant- my point being Trump totally sucks but there is something to be said about the "political correct" atmosphere and times we all live in where his bigoted foot in mouth disease has been embraced by a shit ton of people - As much as I am offended and my blood hisses when people do and say stupid shit to make me feel like a foreigner, most of the time it is an offensive bark with no bite. Just like there are butt grooves in a well used couch, these three feelings: being uncomfortable,being annoyed and being pissed are the well worn butt grooves of my soul couch that has probably made me a more mindful person about others I come across. People are just fucking stupid and you can't cure stupid unfortunately. Was that politically correct?

Monday, November 16, 2015

Damn I've been stewing over some shit the past couple of days and now I'm ready to share.. The world has become increasingly more globalized largely due to technology, not only by disrupting institutionalized economic models and industries- but with those shifts come the cross pollination, assimilation, appropriation, and tragically, violent reactionary byproducts of differing ideologies. If I were to measure what social progress means to me in this era- in the face of extremist terror whether it’s state sponsored, religiously fueled, domestic or abroad- any person or group that believes in a centralized ideological supremacy risks the consequences of a one size fits all solution. To me, being cloaked in any flag means acknowledging the imperfections and missteps that plague any country’s exercise of their chosen set of ideologies. That by merely being a sore exception to someone else’s sacred beliefs, your existence is a threat to their very way of life. 

When I hear mind numbingly jingoistic cries of “attacks on our way of life” there is one part of me that immediately repels because it makes me feel like I’m being recruited for an army of mental slaves because I’m not sure which way of life I’m supposed to assume they’re talking about. But there is another part of me that readily accepts at the core of our imperfect reality- my very real way of life I enjoy is because of the proximity of my privilged nationality. A nationality that was inherited because of a lifetime of sacrifices made not only by a lineage of those related to me but also to countless suffragettes, social activists, free thinkers and doers, and anyone who has given their life to freedom- who all believed in a different, better world that gives voice, value, and equal rights to those who historically have been denied. Because of this, it makes me more vigilant about the milestone social progressions and strides that have sent loud messages to not just the rest of the world, but also to those of us living in these so called first world countries what can and does happen when people continually come together to understand the injustices and welfare of others that are different from ourselves. 

So when I think of how “our way of life” is being attacked, I think that though often times “our way of life” can be and is criminally imperfect and dysfunctional, it is important to continue to be critical of even our own ideologies because our interconnected futures in this global society are probably not as linear as we would like to believe. Peace is not a given. Achieving and maintaining it is a process that in this day an age, to benefit from it seems like a first world privilege and exception to the overwhelming toll of human suffering that has always existed. I think as long as the future doesn't slip into a complete "Idiocracy" type situation, there will always be hope.

Sunday, October 18, 2015