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Celeb Sandwhich

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Inspired by *this photo*

I present to you my dorktastic picture with an APA celebrity.

Booyah.
1999 – My friend Irene on the far right and Gedde Watanabe AKA Long Duck Dong in the middle.

I remember that the dude had a hipster PDA full of notes, scribbles, ideas, and what not in his pocket.

I have the absolute sweetest daddy in the whole world.

He called me this morning to ask if I was ok.

“Sure Daddy, I’m fine. Why?”
“I reading da magajeen but no article”
“What?”
“You no haba article dis month in da magajeen”
“Daddy, after 3 and a half years you still look in the magazine every month for my piece?”
“Obba Course.”
“Oh my. Wow.”
“So eberyting ok?”
“Yes Daddy, Eberyting is fine. I’m just taking a break from KoreAm for a little bit.”
“Yah?”
“Like a vacation. I just didn’t feel very fresh about my writing so I wanted to take a little break and focus on some other things”
“Yah?”
“Yah.”
“Likeuh pocus on getting boyfriend?”
“Um…”
“Yah!”
“Thanks Daddy. I love you too”
“Obba course.”

A recap on Lap-Pop!

Annie Lin’s video is now up!

Thanks Eric! YOU RAWK!

This in addition to the video first part of the performance of Lap Pop

And Jason’s video post of Ernie’s reading alone and Glenda’s post w/links to the rest of her stories makes this wrap up pretty much complete.

Next steps? Working with Sergio to build up a Lap-Pop website and planning for my next Lap-Pop show in the springtime.

How EXCITING!

I wonder if this is how Derek felt when he started up FRAYDAY or when Kevin & Jefe s
tarted up 20×2.
Woot Woot.

A couple of nice writeups yon at Sfist and Here are super encouraging.

And awesome awesome pix here

Weee!!!

French Vanilla Organic yogurt + Apple Butter = Guilt Free YUM!

Give me two bowls please and feel free to put the cereal on top.

Or not.

Lap Pop.

The video podcast is available care of the Most Amazing Friend EVER ™ Eric Haller
yon here.

Watch it and see why you absofuckinglootlly gotta come to next LapPop!

And yes — I’ve become convinced that I must do this again.

And will.

I Promise.

(The fact that I made my roomate register the URL last night while totally borracha really means that I mean it. Seriously.)

Nerd core.
Arts.
Wooot.

I’m so euphoric about the success of tongiht I can barely keep my shorts dry.

I mean that with utmost genuine sincerity.

Woooot.

Read about it Here or listen to the Podcast

The Tourist In the City – Podcast Coverage of Lap-Pop

Ok ok ok,

So it’s Today,

Are you coming?

Please say yes. I’d be ever so delighted.

So here’s the details.

Oct 20, 2005
Doors open at 7:30
Performances start at 8:00PM
SPACE180 – 180 Capp Street, 3rd Floor (@17th Street), San Francisco
Admission: $7-10 sliding scale

http://www.locusarts.org for details or
http://upcoming.org/event/27151/

Featuring
Confirmed Artists/Performers showcasing include Glenda Bautista, Ernie Hsiung, Courtney Patubo, Robynn Takayama.

Musical guest and blog nerd too Annie Lin.

We’d love to have you there.
I promise it will be fun.
Extra Bouncy Bouncy Cheerful Extra Bouncy Promises of Fun Fun Fun.

No, I really mean it.

And not just because I’m full of duck fried rice and sugar. (no sugar in the duck fried rice, I just had a nestle crunce and it’s well past my bedtime)

*giggles*

See ya!

Harriet Miers has every right to change her mind.

But she has no right to change my rights to my own vagina and uterus.

That is all.

From the Devil’s Dictionary Text by Ambrose Bierce, 1911; copyright expired.

KISS, n.
A word invented by the poets as a rhyme for “bliss.” It is supposed to signify, in a general way, some kind of rite or ceremony appertaining to a good understanding; but the manner of its performance is unknown to this lexicographer.

Buster never met me, obviously.

Which new t-shirt/boybeater shirt should I get?

or

or

or

or

All available care of TShirtHell

Hat tip to Rick

Man, am I so wrong.

I nuzzled up next to you
with you whispering
moonlight and stars
into my dreams
as they spilled
down my neck
and tore open my shirt.
You forgot, as did I,
how very very sharp
these careless
luminous bodies
can be.
Scraping against throat
Tearing against palms
Blowing kisses of
broken glass
into my eyes.
Are these dirty bombs,
these confessions of love.
I understand, I really do.
And I curl my arms carefully
around their desperate explosion.