Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Scope Change

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Vogue April 2011 p.273

Finding it exceedingly hard to be normal and go on with normal everyday frivolities, fripperies, and fuckeries. I'm wrought with worry for our friends in Japan and much else seems meaningless and embarrassingly trivial.

Feeling helpless?
Traditional Red Cross.

nothing but love

oc  found thanks to prism

Sunday, March 27, 2011

A Honeybear

“If you live to be 100, 
I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, 
so I never have to live without you.”
-Winnie the Pooh

Friday, March 25, 2011


It's the weekend! YAY! : updates
  • new washing machine:  went horribly awry. 
  • dinner & sleepover (!!!) & brunch: still hurting.
  • writing some songs: too hurt.
  • writing/presenting a business plan for a friend's business!: punked out.
fuck, forgot where i 
found that awesome photo.
lemme know if you know.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011

An Interlude

SCHEW!! It's getting too heavy 'round these here parts.
by the loverly nicolette mason


Cat's got my tongue because it's becoming increasingly difficult to make sense of things lately, personally and globally.

I was rather chuffed when my mumsy declared that all the recent catastrophic goings on were "foreplay" to 2012. Through watery eyes, I had to break it to her that the word that would illustrate her intent was "foreshadowing" and that "foreplay" was something different all together, "sex-related."

Well, I s'ppose one could be quite discouraged by recent catastrophic goings on OR one could simply adjust one's point of view and be quite encouraged. If a certain joy could be derived from the seemingly endless series of destruction, then I think the old adage of "mum's always right" still holds true. T'was indeed foreplay all along!

Thursday, March 17, 2011


This has been a hard, emotionally taxing week, right? Fortunately, all of our friends and friends and family of friends have been accounted for and are OK from the earthquake. We can only hope that the nuclear troubles are resolved swiftly and safely. 

I wish my mom would get off my fucking back about cancelling our trip to Japan in NOVEMBER. Sheesh. They'll need some economic stimulation after this ordeal.

For those who have waxed poetic, but haven't donated to the relief efforts, shut the fuck up and put your money where your mouth is. Every little bit helps.

Check it. (Or any other organization you prefer.)

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Give 'em the Boot

I just need to rave for a second about how amazing these No. 7 Boots face wipes by way of Target are! I haven't had a breakout since I've started using them, and I've tried everything under the sun (short of those acne systems they hock during Teen Mom 2 commercial breaks).

Anyhow, I was stricken with one of those fucking brilliant (but alas, impractical) ideas in the shower this morning. (Why do they always seem to occur the shower?) I should spread my aunt's ashes on the Wheel Of Fortune studio lot at Sony Studios(BTW, how wonderfully apropos is their retro website?!) 

R took it one step further (what I love most about him) and said that I should break into Vanna White's dressing room and put it in her loose powder! Hahahaha. Then she could be ON her favorite show! Hey! Vanna could use those No. 7 wipes to remove my aunt from her face. Voilà, full circle.

Upon my expiration, I'd like you to please do the following:

Monday, March 14, 2011


I never knew the Economist could be so catty (and hilarious)! 

"Good taste is the worst 
vice ever invented."

"I am an unpopular electric eel 
in a pool of catfish."

"Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness."*

And other great quotes from Edith Sitwell here & here.

Wednesday, March 09, 2011


 mumsy + auntie

My aunt died today.

My mom found her at four in the morning, not breathing. I swear, my mom is THE strongest person I know. Nerves of steel, that one. She called hospice, made all the arrangements. They came and took my aunt's tiny little body away. She's being donated to science to study the effects of Alzheimer's.

Apparently, my dad slept through the entire fucking hoopla. When he awoke, my mom (the silly thing that she is) asked him to "go check on Han-Bin for me to see if she's still breathing." He opened the door to the bedroom to find everything packed up and gone.

What a kidder. I love her. Sick, twisted, lovely. 

When I was over there last night, I said goodbye to my aunt. I touched her bony shoulder while she sucked in air through an oxygen machine. I whispered "Wheel of Fortune" to her one last time. I guess I had a premonition.

What's most distressing is the fact that I cried during Gossip Girl tonight, but not at her passing. Does that make me a horrible person? Wait... don't answer that. I'm sorry. I know better than to ask questions that I can't afford to know the answers to. 

But in my defense, she's been gone a long time now.

An Open Letter to Milo Aukerman

Dear Milo,

Do you still hop on your bike and ride around town?
Do you still want to be someone and not just sit around?
Do you still not want to be like other adults;
'cause they've already died?
Or have you become cool and condescending, fossilized?
Are you rich or are you poor?
Do you still sleep on the floor?
Do you still kiss your girlfriend and try to grab her ass?
Do you still hate the cops and have no class?
Have you done yourself proud or only what's allowed?
Do you sit around and talk about the old days?
Do you sit around and watch T.V.?
As you travel through your time, do you like what you find?

Let me know...

Love always,


Debbie Harry - Suzi Quatro - Joan Jett

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Vom City, U.S.A.

So fucking disgusting. I don't know why I NEVER thought of it before. I was performing the dreaded task of cleaning my make up brushes and suddenly I wondered where the hair from my "natural" brushes orignated from. I immediately halted the thought because I knew I didn't want to know the answer. 

Street dogs? Baby foxes? 


Perpetual Culture of Want

Le sigh. I'm tired. 
Tired of being manipulated by the fashion industry.

I'll begin by saying that I'm not immune, just exhausted.
I'm a willing victim most of the time.

Come on, assholes, it's not even Spring, nor Summer for that matter.

This whole cycle perpetuates an insatiable culture of coveting things you don't have.
I mean, can't I just be happy in the here and the now?

I don't want to think about what I'm going to be wearing NEXT winter.
It's like we're not allowed to live in the present and just be content.

I know every industry is like this, but it's not so in your face.
I'm unsubscribing from Vogue & fashion blogs for sanity's sake.

Will still do GarfieldNASA posts
Will still keep up with my fashionable buddies

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Desultory Delights: No. 8

I love you! Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Somebody bring me some ham...

Imagine my utter dismay when I realized that this was not a stack of ham & artisanal cheeses tied together with a strand of twine, but soap!

It's still a beautiful photo, nonetheless.