"damn, that aint even dark"
the scene i wrote for my playwriting class was chosen to be performed next month!!! the show will be three weekends starting sept. 22. details to come, but save the dates.

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just another monday in san francisco

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finally, i got blog tagged by boba fett - i mean, minnie ("an Asian American woman in her mid-20s")

1. i don't like food that much. i eat for sustenance, not enjoyment.
2. i think my hands are one of my best-looking body parts.
3. i think my sister is HOT (girl crush!)
4. i hate HATE hate cali style on men and women - wifebeaters, flip flops, hoodies.
5. once when i was a little twerp, i painted white-out on parts of my dad's paintings and some of my mom's plants.

the month in acronyms
TC
BTW
WTF
FB
TMI
OMG
FYI
DL
HM
DTR
RTFM
CFW (eyes)

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an oh-my-god-is-summer-really-over-it-was-never-even-here mix
"girls just wanna have fun," death cab for cutie
1909 and hijacked songs, scrabbel
schools of thought contend, from monument to masses
"earthquake of '73," fruit bats
"i do dream you," jennifer gentle
"tear you apart," she wants revenge (interpol part 2, joy division part 3?)

swoon
FMTM: any band that the bot gives a three-heart review and makes ali w. want to date-rape herself AND throw her vagina at is worth checking out, at least. as for me, the drummer has my dream hair. sigh, straight perm...

ninjas were also rockin' (rawkin?).

must revise script by tomorrow noon, so trying to get it done tonight. send me good writing vibes.

no wonder i stopped dating guys from the bay area.

actual conversation from the lunch room just now:

C: Who's the girl on 60 minutes?
G: Lesley Stahl?
C: No, Lesley Stahl's the guy...

fin.

this is bot:

this is me:

this is party choi:


last night ali called me michael jackson (thriller-era) b/c of my flashy white blazer. i also found $13 in the bathroom at hobson's choice, and treated party choi and bot to pizza and soda. bot and i also gave party choi a lesson on "body language for dummies."

it's friday, which means, blow up the ralph lauren store, down the block from my office!



my boss joked that it was the work of tommy hilfiger. YOU'RE out of style!

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everyone thinks i'm just complaining about the weather, but DUDE:

On Wednesday, San Francisco was colder than Anchorage, Alaska.

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from sam: waste ten minutes playing the Friend Zone Game, aka how much game do emo hipsters (not) have? cmon, it's friday afternoon.

the racial deconstruction of shakira
or, why "the embodiment of globalization" is not a compliment

top 2 moments from last night
-boss snugglez being called "norman" by strange advice-giving, guitar-playing woman at madrone
-the bot thinking i came up with “rock it don’t stop it”

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by the way, i keep forgetting: i got offered a promotion of sorts, a fellowship at the mag, so i will be here until january at least. and i'll be getting paid more, so more rounds on me, as eric says. also, i might get something published in the next issue! a very small something.

also: there is someone from stanfurd.edu who reads this daily. i don't know anyone at the 'furd anymore, so hello to you.

newsflash: sgt. meat just asked me for a threesome!: "or how about, wanna have a threesome?"

i'll take my horse and i'll ride the northern plain
call off the dogs - i found my horse, my trusty steed, broken but still kicking.

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"my father's gun," elton john
"sunday bloody sunday," u2

I LOST MY GOLD HORSE PIN SOMEWHERE!!! WOE IS ME!

"le string"!

while i don't completely understand all of it, this guy's blog is fucking hilaaahr.

early- to mid-week drinking club - REUNITED!

dear comrades -
i just sent this to many of you, but for those whose emails i don't have...

i know it's a little early, but i just wanted to put something on your
radar for the november 8 special election.

proposition 73 would make it mandatory for doctors to notify the
parents of teenage women seeking abortions. no matter what your stance
on abortion is, you should VOTE NO on this proposition. it has been
shown many times that parents' notification laws like this one DO NOT
LOWER TEEN PREGNANCY OR TEEN ABORTION RATES. these laws will not put a
stop teen pregnancy. they only create one more obstacle for teen women
who want an abortion, thereby delaying the abortion or forcing women
to seek illegal abortions. THIS PUTS WOMEN'S HEALTH AT RISK.

it's so important to educate your friends and family about this
proposition so it will be roundly defeated in november. and if you
think there is no way something like this could pass in our great
liberal state, i have one word for you - schwarzenegger.

lisa

What is Prop 73?

Proposition 73 would amend the state constitution to require health
care providers to notify the parents of young women under the age of
18 before providing abortion services. Once a parent has been
notified, a mandatory waiting period of 48 hours is required before
the doctor can provide an abortion. Only those teens faced with a
medical emergency or those who obtain a "judicial bypass" are exempt
from the parental notification requirement.

More info:
http://www.ppaction.org/campaign/protectteens/explanation
http://www.noprop73.org/

corrected: PHOTO OF THE WEEK

Look -- even Orlando Bloom is wiping the tears of aggravation from his eyes. He's all, "Yeah, Kate, um... I already dated Sienna Miller once. Don't put me through it again."

the intelligent design theory of kells

photo of the week

friendster party, u street house, july 2003

who wants to join our reading club? to entice you in, we're reading jhumpa lahiri's "interpreter of maladies," one of my all-time favorite books. you should really read it, and what better excuse than a bookclub xanga? we'll read the book, then post on the blog. comment here if you want in.

i was bit by a big dog when i was about 5 years old. the dog my auntie was dog-sitting seemed gigantic at the time, but in reality, it might have been just a mid-size (compact?) dog. it had been friendly to me until that point, but having not grown up around pets (like many of you, it seems), i didn't know some key rules about interacting with domesticated animals. the foremost being do not bother something while it is eating.

it was eating something from its dish, and i was petting it gently. unfortunately, i started petting it on its head, perhaps a little too close to its face. it snapped at me and put a three-inch gash in the meaty part of my left hand. my mom had a hissy because she feared i had contracted rabies and made several worried phone calls to my dad back in sf (we were in seattle at the time) to consult the time-worn children's illnesses reference book. i'm sure my mom tried to explain to me why the dog had bitten me, but i didn't fully understand the lesson until years later, when, as i tried to annoy her while she was tiredly eating dinner, she too snapped at me. "stop it! didn't you learn when you got bit by the dog? people don't like to be bothered when they're eating!"

since then, eating meals has been a sort of sacred event, where i understood all too well the delicate equilibrium between calm and chaos. the ultimate sacrilege was disturbing the peace of a meal by any kind of bad news or argument. arguing over a meal can literally ruin the meal - it makes the food taste horrible. you cannot physically enjoy the taste. after the past few weeks, i've made it my new mission to spread the word of my new gospel - don't bring up bad news or anything that might provoke an argument over a meal. please, for me. i have such a bad relationship with food that i really don't need another thing to put me off eating.

in related news, i've decided to go on a health kick (my sister says "diet" is too severe). i'm going to start eating right and exercising more. the reason is that i've seen a bunch of DC folks in the past few weeks, and they've all either experienced extreme weight loss or maintained their 2003 weight. i, on the other hand, "look healthier," according to cherry, who assures me it's a good thing. apparently round faces are out. :( do not try to talk me out of it. i will not be dissuaded. i went running the past two days AND have been eating salad (and enjoying it!).

anyways. my scene for my playwriting class is due this week. god, help me write fast and not suck.

i vaguely remember a period of life when i was obsessed with turning collars up while drunk. can anyone out there verify this?

it's friday, which means - annoyingly catchy french high-NRG dance music day!

S-O-U-N-D-S
i've been getting into this podcasting thing, but only because now you can get KCRW's morning becomes eclectic through iTunes. i actually don't like most of the songs they play on a daily basis, but the in-studio band sets are pretty rockin'. one of the more recent podcasts featured a SF-based band (no, not a typo there) called every move a picture. i dig em! they are dance-y. whoo!

related: if you have nexis, there was a recent ny times magazine piece on morning becomes eclectic.

blue suede shoes
omg someone take away my credit card. i bought a pair of shoes on my lunch break - dkny blue suede wedges for $40 (60% off!). these are the perils of working across from loehmann's.

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i watched a little bit of blow on usa last night - man, i love that movie. i cried the first time i saw it (on my flight to study abroad in england), and ever since, it has always moved me to tears. don't know why exactly. something to do with the daughter-father relationship. one of my journ. school profs first wrote that story. new life goal: to write a story that becomes a johnny deppy movie.

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maruchan vs. ichiban - discuss.

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since watching jules et jim, i've been totally obsessed with the song "le tourbillon" for the past few days. it's a really pretty song, even though i don't know french.

well when you put it that way...

i haven't traveled anywhere!

My personal world map

visited 11 countries-

Create your own world map

lots of vegas pics

a photo tribute to the birthday boy:
u street house, 2003
lin's ass

and my all-time favorite lin pic:



happy birthday lin!

The "Pimp my..." formula is set to soon take on toilets, little brothers, and even a German hot-dog stand.