HEAD, SHOULDERS

me + biff, NYE

me + chai, NYE
also -

me + steve, NYE

more from pa's NYE pics

i left out three things in my raves:

1) the white rapper show
2) i love ny
3) fashionista.com - answering life's great questions, such as - what's up with white converses?

best costume at biff's russia party:





birthday biff

RANTS AND RAVES

RAVES:

-trader joe's white cheddar soy crisps
-trader joe's multigrain crackers
-$3.80 lunch at d & a cafe (on broadway, not clement) - cod in garlic sauce with rice AND with HK milk tea
-ben and jerry's cookies and cream on haight street on a sunny sunday THEN mcdonald's fries THEN napping on steve's couch while watching the office (US) dvds
-finally getting to the point where i actually want to work out NOT to lose weight or because of guilt
-this american life podcast while working out (one hour long, perfect length for two half hour workouts)
-hard knox cafe blackened catfish leftovers
-lily allen at GAMH feb. 6
-to new york with steve for a weekend in march

RANTS:
-3 hour long editorial meetings (hardboiled redux!!)
-feeling obligated to go to parties for lack of better alternatives
-people who are stalking robot who find her through my blog
-robot leaving next week :( - TEAR
-broken flash drive
-too much work at work (i thought this job was supposed to be easy!)
-losing this post and having to rewrite it!!!

good crit piece from cjr on that bullshit ny times single women story

NanPel MY LOVE FOR YOU GROWS EVERY DAY



or with each times article. how awesome is she? AND she's my congresswoman.

thanks gawker

HOLLYWOOD MINUTE
for woody allen fans, from the onion - by the by, did anyone else see scoop? no match point, but not unenjoyable.

speaking of, i watched 13 going on 30 last night on FX, per jason's recommendation. wow, seriously, not a bad movie! and i HATE jennifer garner.

golden globes - wasted an embarrassing number of hours watching that shit, and again regretting it - i will say that i used to hate on penelope cruz for not being able to speak english, but now i am a big fan - she was great in volver, has a hot body, is allegedly dating orlando bloom, AND, this killed me, when asked who she was wearing on the red carpet, she said: "chanel couture. my friend karl lagerfeld made this for me." I ALMOST DIED. how lucky can she be?!? jesu cristo. everyone, including mamabasco, was all into brangelina, but does angelina have couture designers making dresses for her??? sorry - brad is no karl lagerfeld!!!

DRESSES + TIGHTS
20 degrees in SF don't stop us!



aka hellen + Y-H's birthday pre-show



our friends had a pork + ice cream themed party - here is the pork - FUCKIN AWESOME LET ME TELL YOU - WITH veggie options! - you can't see but on the far left plate, the sign says "white people bacon" at the top haha


one of the best pics of robot ever

I JUST GOT ASIANWEEKED

my boss just said: "you're more of a liberal. i'm more of a radical."

5 health issues affecting Asian American women (Audrey): on feministing and angry asian man (1.10.07)

pics from kamikaze theory performance at jet



more nye pics



damn, you know what that looks like?

yes, that is my phone in my bra, cuz that's how classy i am, bitch, what?

GOTH NERD SLUT

great picture that sums up SF in three backs

from metroblogging sf

jesu cristo - WORST MOVIE EVER spawns WORST REMAKE EVER

MORE NEW YEAR'S PICS
new year's day - mimosas at intern alex's

me + drunken angela (AW editor)


with intern alex, after he was shot in the face with a huge sponge-y missile thing



angela then forced me take photos with everyone




TOO MANY PHOTOS. AND MIMOSAS.

post-midnight NYE at dragon lounge (23rd and taraval - big ups sunset!)

me, to chai + philana: "you guys are so cute! i would totally hit on you if i were a white guy!"



frooty with too much henney. fin.

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FRINGALE
bday dinner 12/18

bowl of clams


it's from topshop


men: adding a scarf to your outfit can change the WHOLE LOOK

KING'S NEW YEAR'S EVE AT DAVE AND BUSTER'S
hitting on 22-year-olds:

new year's eve pics

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THE VERY BLUSTERY DAY

one day last week it was so windy that laurie and i both couldn't sleep for fear that the windows would blow in on us. there is a huge tree right behind our house, and the whole night it sounded as if a large group of people was standing in our backyard rustling grocery bags back and forth. the wind blew the shingles off the little playhouse my dad built for us when we were kids. he repaired it the next afternoon, and i took this upon papabasco's triumphant descent -


whitebeard caught redhanded

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birthday pics here and here

berlin pics, part 2 - highlights from other people's photos with my captions

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINNAY!



cameraphone-quality photo from friendster party, u street, july 2003

going through the archives for a little bit of nostalgia, and found this post from dec. 2003 - still so, so amazingly put.

click, you will not be sorry: Can men become attracted to women who aren't their physical ideal?

spotted in toilet stall wall today: "Don't worry: you're 'approachable cute.'"
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i have fer sure been guilty of some or many of these blog cliches, but the one that totally gets my goat and that i STILL see around A LOT is this one:

[purposefully non-ghetto statement], yo.
Often used in conjunction other ghetto nonfabulous phrases like "Oh snap!" and "The [object or situation] was mad [obscure adjective]," the ubiquitous "yo" is a red flag of caucasianness, or at least non-blackness, or certainly anti-hipness. See also "haterade," "shizzle," and so on. One waves the flag to signal and suborn the anti-cool nature of the associated prose, but these days, "yo" and its ghetto-term relations sound tired even when uttered by actual ghetto residents.

another obnoxious cliche - bringing sexy back or [adjective]back
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overheard in wishbone last weekend:

who else say last week's ep of the office about the asian benihana waitresses? i need to ponder it a little bit longer - i think it was funny, BUT also pretty racy in terms of doing an extended racial joke that many people still find offensive - would they do a similar joke re: blacks? and even if so, does that make it ok? i think anything that provokes discussion or thoughts about race is basically good, BUT there was something about this that made me uncomfortable, not sure exactly what yet. maybe cuz it felt like the show was saying "haha, isn't that funny," instead of "isn't that fucked up?" (which it does indeed do with other jokes, eg oscar being gay, the black guy having been in jail) - maybe i wasn't paying attention at the end, but i don't remember the asian girls having a chance at the end to tell michael off for being a jerk? so there wasn't that sense of showing it was wrong? just some thoughts.

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also, if you are going to go to the new hott bar in sf on the weekend that you are sure to see every person from high school back for christmas, and you are with five dudes, and you see two girls behind you in line that you went to high school with, and you ask them to go in front of you in line so that you can pretend to be with them so you can get in (without telling them this, of course) - at least have the decency to buy them a drink for getting you in! skeezy bastard!

but otherwise, slide is pretty nice - it totally reminded me of dream (dc 2k3), tho biff thinks it feels like l.a. - even the water guys are cute. rye is also a new favorite from the people behind old favorites rosewood and 15 romolo (kimi: ROMOLO!!!)

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for something different -

panopics

click to enlarge

mount tam, july 2006

berlin philharmonic, december 2006

BERET AND TOGGLES

pics here

asian am hipster xmas 2k6 last night aka clement pub crawl - we started out the rainy evening at poleng's happy hour, where they have delicious 25 cent crispy adobo chicken wings (we consumed 40 between the five of us) and $2 well drinks. alex amazed us all by managing to only use two napkins for all his wings - feat of madness! we called mike a liar for barfing in the middle of the afternoon and then denying it, robot scared off three people by putting her jacket on mike's empty seat. robot then tried to pawn stuff from her ex off onto us at papalote, but we resisted! and learned that in sf, men don't wear scarf + gloves - it's either one or the other.

went back to steve's pad for a pick-us-up (crossfade + hobnobs + coffee). the original plan was to go to a new bar on haight, but, even tho the chicks outnumbered the dudes, the dudes co-opted the plan and replaced it with GENKI (shocker). we went to rockit room first, where we learned that on thursdays rockit becomes basically a college bar - white frat dudes, white girls in zebra print halter dresses, group of geeky asian dudes playing foosball way too seriously. what the hades?!? also robot was in line for the bathroom for seriously 20 minutes, and philana gave the bartender so much sass with her car bomb order that he could no longer look her in the eye.

we left and went to 540 club down clement, where dear lord it was packed! who knew clement was so HOTT on thursdays? i shot down a guy hella fast, and my work for the evening was done.

i woke up this morning and found on the coffee table, in alex's writing: "I went too, but I didn't bring my light saber."

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i've been trying to upload rilo kiley's "xmas cake" for three days now, but for some reason it's not happening on xanga audio. so, fuck it, that song is so 2004 anyways.

HEF LOVES HIS EDAMAME

a short meditation on coffee cups

why is it that in sf there is no way to carry a coffee cup in the street and not look bougie? i suspect it is because all cups are either red (starbucks) or white (peets), or some variation of those. in new york, there are those blue and white 'have a nice day' cups that you get for 50 cents on the corner (75 cents near subway stations) or the white/pink/orange dunkin donuts ones that you always see on the ground, so you can carry a coffee cup and not feel like a prat (british slang returns!!). there, you could just be rushing somewhere trying to get some caffeine (or more accurately, tons of sugar). but in sf, it's a luxury item that signals you are on a break. you have no choice - you MUST drink your coffee with your leather TA schoolbag from london, kate spade sunglasses, and marc jacobs pear necklace-watch in your VW golf. you simply must!

i know i am posting lots of pics of myself, but this is my blog, so eat it. bethany just sent me this one from the j-school grad party at my apt. in may 2005 - AWESOME

w/jorge + sam + bethany

read or listen to this - will make you cry (minnie)

lisa -- [adjective]: Sexually stunning 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

link via marbot

btw, i think the guano thing was from ace ventura...

best first line of an email ever, courtesy steve

pics from friday night: the margot pub crawl (© 2006 L. Macabasco) (tunnel top, lucid bar)


black tights, suede boots, haircuts

CLARO QUE SI
post-volver dinner with chai + shawn @ tofu place, 5th ave. and clement (previously two sisters)



hyphen party (aka asian am. cobrasnake)

rj's bj face


peek a boo

for more asian am. Vice-style pics, see the flickr zeitgeist (aka alex's flickr calendar)

my berlin photos!

from others in the group:

berlin pics - part one
berlin pics - part two
berlin pics - part three
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TWO NEW THEORIES ON ASIAN AM. MEN
Q: Why are Asian Am. macktivists bad in bed?
A: Because they don't have as much experience in that area. People who have had just one or two partners can't have that great technique. Sorry, guys. Also, the girls they know are likely not trying to hook up, but trying to fight the power. A downward spiral.

Q: For Asian Am. girls who date mainly non-Asian men, why is it that when they finally try to date an Asian Am. guy, it turns out really bad?
A: Two theories on this one - 1) they have lower standards for Asian Am. men as a result of not having dated many and knowing the market. 2) They're just trying to date any ol' Asian Am. guy so they can tell APA feminist bitches like me that they have so dated an Asian Am. guy. Like racial dating bingo.

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in honor of my germany trip



(The Editors cover)

owen just sent me these pics from the most fun impromptu dance party ever - i was laughing so hard - they're from ecaasu feb. 2005 in philly at jaewan's house




that's me (center)

ARE THE DAYS GETTING SHORTER OR IS MY HAIR GETTING LONGER?
so much to write about! will do it in bits and pieces. first, for anyone who reads chinese, my hyphen story got translated for a chinese-language newspaper. there was also one offer to help the children of the immigrant i profiled come to the u.s. after the story was posted on new american media.

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new story in this month's audrey magazine up on my clips site

packing for berlin and london - anyone have any tips for things to do??

thanksgiving weekend infatuation: SomaFM's Indie Pop Rocks (opens in iTunes)

i don't know how to say this. one day, i woke up and i saw a part of myself i had never seen before. you can think of it as a third eye, a third arm, a patch of bright green skin, a furry tail. it was new, it was strange, it was unknown, unexplored. i thought, i want to tell my good friends about this. then i noticed, they were all gone. i was filled with sadness and regret and longing. i thought, i must tell my family about this. but they were gone as well. i missed them, and i remembered all the warm times, and the times they cared for me when i needed them. and i spited myself for all those times when i was too selfish to care for them when they needed me, to do small but loving things for them when they so obviously were reaching out to me, in their soft, noninvasive way, the way they did it that i knew and recognized. i thought of my parents, who i know so well, who i know by the sounds of their footsteps on the hallway and how they close the bathroom door, and how i could not tell them this. but i bit my lip and said, i must explore this new part on my own. it is what must be done, and i must do this alone because i am alone.

so i went. i was afraid. but i knew i would not be hurt, i knew i would be safe. it took weeks to explore, but i was thorough and careful. i took notes, drew a map and kept careful files. i said, i must bring order to this place where there is no order. we fear only what we do not know, so i must know this thing, this place. when i was younger, i looked to others to help me think through my problems, to get a general opinion on matters. now i did not need others to do this. i was very proud of myself.

but i was still scared. so i began to speak. i learned to say words i had never said before, words that sounded strange and harsh, and words that meant things i did not want them to mean. i spoke, but then i began to think, am i speaking too much? does this make others uncomfortable? it seemed to. they brought their own interpretations and expectations to my words, and i did not like that. it was as if all along i had been saying "AAAA" and one day i said "ABAA?," and the world stared at me confused, and said, what? oh no. no, you meant "AAAA." so i just went back to saying "AAAA." i stuck to the script. i became very small and unintrusive, so others would tell me about their lives, and i would ask appropriate questions at appropriate times and with appropriate inflections and facial movements. and i think they forgot i ever said "ABAA," or maybe they wanted to forget i said it, or maybe they thought that is what i wanted. i became awash with other people's concerns and lives, and i thought, this is right, this is appropriate. i went back and explored my new space by myself again.

i thought about god, briefly, and what it meant that he had given me this new part, or if i even believed he had done so. was it a test, was it a sign, was it part of his plan? i realized it was best that i was a lone explorer there, because it was part of me, and it was something that no one else could ever experience in the exact way. so it must be done alone, ultimately.

i was not wholly alone. one day i looked down and there was a hand there, in mine. and i appreciated it, and i loved it. but i looked at it, and i saw it was afraid too, and it knew less about my territory than i. so in the daytime i explored alone, and at night, i came back and it fed me sausages and cheeseburgers and root beer, and spaghetti-os, if i asked for them. and i was happy, because i knew i needed this nourishment in order to have the strength for the next day's explorations. but i knew these expeditions would always be alone.

it is not so easy to be brave. to explore new parts of yourself alone. to say words you have never said before that mean things you don't want them to mean. but it just must be done.

more wedding pics

here is a teaser of the official wedding photos

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at the hyphen party on friday, there was a pretty rockin' local apa-fronted band called lovelikefire - check them out, they are good!

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so some of you may know of my enthusiasm for asian tv channels, by which i mean AZN and Imaginasian - a lot of the programming is actually entertaining or thought-provoking.

one of my new favorite shows is 'party guide for an urbanite' on Imaginasian - it's an asian american queer eye - BRILLIANT.

the other two shows i recommend on AZN TV are asian street comedy (best of edition), which is apa sketch and stand-up comedy, and ivy dreams, a reality show about asian am high schoolers who want to get into the ivies (RIVETING).

yesterday, at bargain matinee, my parents saw borat - or as mamabasco calls it, 'bor-AHT.'

mama fell asleep and papa didn't like it. she says: "not my age group."

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also, for future ref: it was like a longer pap smear after two glasses of wine....

ah mysterious postings!

TOO FUNNY
you must listen to the part where they read the nursery rhymes...

FUN WITH CHAI AT MR. SMITH'S
last night was the most surreal chai night ever - first, she could not stop bopping along in her seat. this means doing the fists-chugging movements to every song. steve began to do the exact same move, and it was very odd.

second, she called another girl a FOB. i laughed out loud that CHAI called SOMEONE ELSE a FOB. but she said, "it takes one to know one."

third, chai recommended the new gwen stefani song to me, saying it was quite danceable. CHAI RECOMMENDED THE NEW GWEN STEFANI SONG.

finally, alex and mike's theatre group performed, and afterwards, while chatting with alex, i heard this exchange:

chai: "so, had you licked mike before during practice?"
alex: "no, only tonight when i got into character."
chai: "and the cum? what did it taste like?"
alex: "oh, that was yogurt."
chai: "ah, but was it salty?"

at which point i screamed, covered my face, and ran away, screaming, "WAY MORE THAN I EVER NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT CHAI!!!!"

(for the record, chai insists she asked about the salty-ness because of mike's sweat.)

one other thing i learned about chai - she is coooollllddd-blooooded. her friend was totally stuck talking to this weirdo dude, and chai refused to bail her out even though she knew her friend was uncomfortable!

it was quite a traumatizing night for all, with the sight of alex's bare chest, alex whipping mike, mike simulating copulation on alex (with happy ending), and alex licking fake cum off mike's face. i will post pics when i get them. i think jericho summed it up best after seeing that sketch: "man, moss men is over."

this is so weird - my sister is a blogger! and she is highly entertaining without intending to be. plus she has FAQs and pics!

this is my favorite line from this post:

HOT, COLD, HOT, COLD. WTF?

WE CRASHED DIFI'S PARTY