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As promised, a few galleries.

#1. APAture
#2. Galaxy Girls

Min Jung’s Big Day Of Gay

#1. Folsom Street Fair
#2. Galaxy Girls Show

Impressions re: Folsom Street Fair Photogallery here: Please only visit in safe environments and promise me you’re over 18.

* I wonder if one leather clad daddy ever bitch slaps another leather clad daddy while exclaiming “You *BITCH*, you’re wearing *MY* Outfit”

* How do folks manage between the sunburn and the leather chafing?

* Why do folks cheer when the guy masturbating on the 2nd floor balcony actually successfully comes? I mean, it’s rather rude. After all, you’re coming first without the consideration of the other participants. You haven’t even asked if they spit or swallow (much less catch from that distance) and you haven’t even had a talk regarding past sexual history and current relationship status. Bejebus. (blink blink blink).

* Do the girls wearing corsets, plaid minis, and horns on their chest actually watch Buffy The Vampire Slayer or are they just regular extras?

* Having been a Folsom Street Fair virgin until today, I felt rather disappointed that there wasn’t a. Karaoke, or b. any proper butt plug displays. Maybe I missed it.

Impressions re:
Galaxy Girls
As ever, utterly fabu.
Utterly.
Pictures forthcoming soon. Promise.
I’m pooped.

Poetica Spontenaium (As always, forcing myself to try & write poetry right on the damn spot)

Nose pressed flat
against window pain
with eyes larger than my teeth

I was born to watch
for you
and not bite.

To wait for you
and not whimper.

Barely able to speak
the small words of love
much less those sharper

I could only blow
the little breath of my body
from my toes and through my spine

To fog the chilly glass
as I traced your name
that I only recognized as “Ah bbha”.

After dark
you came home
with defeat in each step

Still wanting
for something more
and shamed to look
even me in the eye

You gently rocked and palmed my head
while considering the cheapness of rice
over day old bread

And I couldn’t say
enough
And I didn’t say it then

But I love you.

I could have rubbed your tired hands
But you would have pushed me away.

I could have washed your feet
But you would have said they hadn’t walked enough

I wish I could have said
The things to make you know

How dignified you made me feel
Knowing that my father was a Man.
A very good one.

I shouldn’t have…but I did.

I gotta spankin new lomo off of Ebay.
Hot damn.

You MUST COME.
Would appreciate it if you came & joined me for Friday’s APAture literary & performance evening. It’s cheap. It’s a great way to spend a friday night. And it’ll be LOADS of fun and good stuff. Come on out. One and all. You are all cordially invited by yours trully. See you there.

Note to self #483.

Do not call peole when half braindead after providing advice to blistering hot lesbians on how to woo complex/complicated alpha females as a prototypical member of the C/CAF species.

It will only lead to further slaps of the palm on the forehead.

OK.

I’ve been beyond cranky the last few days.
BEYOND cranky.

I’ll be better now. Promise.
After all, the best rockin’ kid brother ever got me a present from Japan and they arrived today.

Cute don’t you think?
Nothing like ridiculous little socks to brighten up a sour mood. Hurrah.

Commence Breakdown Now.

Computer Virus.

OH THAT SO SUCKS.

My work laptop got stolen from the trunk of my car last night.
How much does that suck?
Big. Very Big. No, even bigger than that.
We’re talking huge. Like bigger than Rosanne’s Ass. Or bigger than Donald Trump’s Ego. Or bigger than Ernie’s capacity for masochism by working on creating new webgames. Bigger than even that.

Oy yes does this suck HUGE.
So, happy monday. How *you* doing?

Ready for a string of random thoughts?
Here goes.

Embarrassing intimate secrets.
I’m embarrassed to say that I own a set of books on tape related to dating, intimacy, and relationships. I am, however, not embarrassed to admit that they were given to me by a woman on the brink of a nervous breakdown and impending divorce. I am still embarrassed, however, to say that I haven’t listened to them because I fear they might have a pinch of truth to them. It’s easy to disdain the advice or counsel of those you deem ineffective at managing their own business without projecting their issues on others. Alas, not all that they say may be an untruth.

Colloquial sloppy pronunciation.
“Ahm so glahd yo fillin’ me”
What am I? A hostess twinkie? Much rather be a Zinger, personally.

True scene cut from life.
* Asian Grandmother in marketplace speaks no English.
* Asian Parents speak broken & crippled English
* Asian Daughter and Son speak like urban peeps with sloppy pronunciation and the inability to pronounce the word “ASK”.
English is apparently *never* someone’s first language in this family.

No Pleasure
I missed the opportunity to attend a pleasure party this past weekend. What’s a pleasure party, you ask? My dear moppets, it’s like a Tupperware party where gals get together on an afternoon to peruse, test, and learn about any number, variety, color, and size about particular products. But you’re not talking about Tupperware. You’re talking dildos. Um, yeah. These parties usually have sales reps from retailers like Adam & Eve. It’s like the Mary Kay lady coming to your house for tea, short bread cookies, and bringing lubes and butt plugs.

Indie Rockstars
You know what’s cool? Watching Indie Rockstars try not to grimace when they drink Budweiser. And also getting to nudge them in the ribs when you’re capping on Sam Bill Nye the Science Guy. This would be a highlight in my weekend.

Sundays are good for doing a whole lot of nothing.
Dropping off bills, washing grapes and tucking them in the freezer to nosh on later. Delighting in the purchase of white nectarines. Ironing 3 shirts and 2 pants. Napping. Watching Time Bandits. Watching A Better Tomorrow. Watching Ranma 1/2. Watching Cowboy Bebop2. Watching A Mid Summer Night’s Sex Comedy. Making polenta from scratch for the first time ever. Eating the polenta. Did I mention the napping? Oh, and I *did* clean out the trunk of my car. I suppose that was rather productive. Overall though, it was a nice way to relax and heaven knows I’ve been overdue for such delights.

Beg Pardon,

It’s a touch late, but I wanted to wish a happy howdy Chusok (Korean Thanksgiving) and Lovely Moon Festival day to all peeps.The moonlight was rather glorious tonight. Creeping in under window panes, through cracks in doors, and if you’re me, through your fingers outspread whilst your hand is pressed up upwards towards the sky while you’re reclined in the car with the moon roof open. Tis lovely. Tis quiet. Tis quite intimate and peaceful.

The moon seemed a little high and distant today, unlike last year. Or maybe that’s just my memory. The light is still utterly brilliant and clear and I could see all the lovely scars and laugh wrinkles on the moon’s face, looking down at me squarely, like a mother who has no choice but to love completely their child. Am I silly to feel like I am a moon child? It would explain my tendency to be such a night person…and answer to more than a few jokes about my pale skin and mercurial temperament. I suppose.

If you’re a late night bird like me, and find yourself able to, go peek up at the moon and embrace her light lovingly. And give thanks.

PS:
Pssst. Great resource for a multicultural calendar here.

You. Must. Go.

Kearny Street Workshop presents the fourth annual…

APAture: A Window on the Art of Young Asian Pacific Americans
September 23-28, 2002 at SomArts (934 Brannan St., San Francisco)

Kearny Street Workshop will present the fourth annual APAture: A Window on the Art of Young Asian Pacific Americans the week of September 23 – 28, 2002 at SomArts – South of Market Cultural Center, 934 Brannan St. in San Francisco.

Click on each event to see the full schedule of artists.

There are things that I want to sort out and unpack in my head and perhaps blog about before I forget…but then it’s too late and I can’t find the scratchpaper that has my latest list.

Last night I was writing checks for my bills. A very mundane task and no I wasn’t really balancing it properly. Still, flipping through the pages, looking at how my handwriting changed from month to month or week to week, it seemed a reasonably accurate way to judge my state of financial anxiety or health based on the temperament in my signatory scrawl instead of the quantitative evidence on each check receipt. I wish there were other records of my state of mood/mind that didn’t have associations with being flat pocketed.

Since blogging, I rarely, if ever, hand write notes anymore. The typing, the digitization of it all seems to sanitize the emotions or undercurrents present in my state of mind and expression, and being conscientious to that, I’ve found I need to be slightly more transparent with my personal meditations. It lacks, to some degree, the spirit of poetry and intimacy that comes with reading a hand written diary. The subtext must be made literally to be understood.

But then again, it’s also a lot easier to read than my regular handwriting.

There are things that I want and things that I am scared to want.
Decent handwriting is one of the easier wishes to categorize.

With 3 months left in the year, I’m wondering where my time and money has gone. What have I accomplished and what’s the most pertinent memory with me for the three quarters past. So much left to do and to squeeze in. How?

Typing 70 wpm helps, I suppose. But when my brain and my motivation limps along at about 3 wpm, I’m a bit lost, I suppose.

PS.
Email me by 8 PM today and I’ll have you on the $5 Guest List.

You are Invited

“PURE SILK, A Night of Hip-Hop Elegance”
from: Cedars Records
location: Club BAS – 383 Bay Street, San Francisco,
when: Thursday, September 19, 10:00pm

The Grand start of ” PURE SILK” a night of Hip-Hop Elegance, September 19, 2002 – Thursday Night @ Club BAS
Cedars Records and affiliates bring you a truly elegant evening of cocktails and Music!
Featuring a flavorful mix of Hip-Hop and Top 40 in 2 rooms of Sound.
THIS IS ONE NOT TO MISS!

Join DJs DEFT,Switch, Dawn of Sound, 3710, MC Dana, and other guest

$10 Pre Sale Tickets Available
Door Admission: $10 Before 11 pm – $15 After
Guest list (Closes @ 11 pm) $5 before 11 pm – $10 after
VIP Admission: $15 Before 11 pm – $20 After
Cost: $10.00 per person