| Letter to My Love |
[Jul. 3rd, 2008|03:22 am] |
Dear Los Angeles,
I never got a chance to let you know how I really felt. There has never been an experience more gut-wrenching than being ripped from your STD filled loins. Except for maybe all those asshole drivers in Beverly Hills, you taught me how to love. Thank you for your seedy bars, snappy bus drivers, and intermediate stages of gentrification. I will never forget your secret trails, your pulsating warehouses, your desperately broiling summers, your constant carnavale.
But now it is time to say farewell. Goodbye.
Adieu.
Love always and forever,
Kira
[not in LA from August 1st] |
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| Walk Downtown; Cousin Married |
[Jun. 21st, 2008|12:28 am] |
( 1. Before )
2. The walk.
After eating dinner, and after it had gotten dark, we walked from Echo Park to Chinatown, passing by a guy hocking a stereo. In this stretch, my sandal broke as I jumped off a wall so I had to walk a few blocks with one shoe and buy a new pair at CVS. We had Singapore Slingers at Hop Louie's (only ones there, chatted with bartender). We then walked down Main to Little Tokyo. Then through downtown and through the
( ... )
3. My cousin got married.
I didn't even know he was out to my family! Well he certainly is now. Here he is in the Sacramento Bee (he's on the bottom -- the Asian one).
I love you California. |
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| Rich Bitch |
[Jun. 15th, 2008|06:54 pm] |
( Uhhhhh.. Fei is disgusted by these pictures )
I used the same outfit in my friend's new genres project.. I was playing the "rich bitch" role. It's here, but it doesn't really make any sense and I'm in part 2 of like a 10 minute thing.
Rough summary of plot: Girl works at frozen yogurt shop. Girl tries to fix yogurt machine. Girl gets arms hacked off in machine. Paycheck shoved in girl's mouth as she stumpily wanders streets of Westwood, getting her money stolen from her and her persons sold into slavery. Awkward editing and dream sequences ensue.
In other news, I fucking graduated already and am still writing my last paper. GODDAMNITIHATETHIS.
Also, ( from my birthday ) |
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| Birthday Present |
[Jun. 10th, 2008|01:05 pm] |
So for my birthday and for graduation, my dad gave me a $200 Amazon gift certificate and help in Japan. That's like a shopping spree on Melrose for people without obsessive book fetishes.
Oh my god oh my god. So here's what I got:
( No pictures )
When filling out my reason for wanting to take a class (slots were limited), I wrote, "I think this class would be essential to my education at UCLA (it was a theory and method class, and it was essential). Also, I want to know everything."
No matter what happens -- law school, grad school, no school --
that last statement will forever remain true. |
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| Ether |
[Jun. 3rd, 2008|01:24 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
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Love is not something that exists between two people.
It is an all-surrounding ether, invisible and blinding, in which occasionally two or more discrete bodies open their eyes and see each other -- floating,
surrounded by mists of isolation.
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It was very strange today. I finished the book Kokoro, which is thematically very similar to Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. At the end of the book, the narrator reads Sensei's suicide letter, in which he cites the suicide note of his friend from decades before: "But what affected me most was his last sentence, which had perhaps been written as an afterthought: 'Why did I wait so long to die?'" This line still echoes.
How can I begin... Well let me start off by saying that I have a professor who is like a dream of me in the future, how I want to be, or how I don't want to end up. She is austere and carves ideas out of the air with little scalpels of words. To me, she is everything I want and fear. I have been compared to her, though the comparison isn't fair, because next to her I am still just a baby rolling around in some primordial muck.
This morning she delivered the last part of the most incredible lecture I have ever listened to, at a time when I want there to be an end to art institutions and public support of art. At a time when I am completely directionless. As she was describing the artist's "fragile truce" (with the reader, the buyer, everyone), she said that perhaps this "fragile truce," these relationships, are really love, and she started to cry. In that dark room, I had been holding back tears already for the last half hour and it was like I was watching myself cry. She finished the lecture, the lights came on, and she and I were the only ones in the room with tears. This teacher who never shows emotions and never talks about her personal life was probably really embarrassed, but as I walked out the door, she saw that I also had been crying.
I have no idea what she was thinking. |
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| Shiina Ringo + Bunraku |
[May. 29th, 2008|09:20 pm] |
By the by, next album's in July |
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| American Splendor |
[May. 21st, 2008|06:22 pm] |
p. 65-66
Bucknell Professor: "Well, Mike, let me tell you a little bit of where I'm coming from here. You sat in class all semester, just sitting there and smirking from my point of view. And then when I challenge you, you attack me in front of my whole class."
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...earlier:
The next class we had a discussion about obligation. The issue was what obligation two people had to each other, one being a copyright holder and the other being a potential publisher. It was agreed that the publisher had to print the work as written, etc. etc. Then he asked what obligation the copyright holder had. No one had anything to say, as usual, in the class, so he called on me.
Michael Malice: "You have no obligation to other people. What if someone wants to publish your diary, for example? You don't need to return their calls, you don't even need to be polite to them. It's your work and your property."
Prof: "That's one perspective. But if there were obligations, what would they be?"
MM: "There aren't any. No one can be declared to have duties for no reason."
This went on for five minutes and no voices were raised. This is hard to believe in light of what happened next, but fortunately I had a classroom of witnesses.
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MM: "What did I say that humiliated you or that you perceived as an attack?"
Prof: "It wasn't what you said, but how you said it. Your tone, 'Professor Gilbert doesn't know what he's talking about.' Maybe I was reading you wrong."
He looked at me for an exit. It would have been very easy for me to claim this was a big misunderstanding and everything would be swept under the rug. He might as well have looked at a statue. I don't believe in mercy, and certainly not for my enemies.
At this point he grew somewhat smarter, like he realized he wasn't talking to some little jerk, but to an equal. He was wrong, of course, since he was my inferior. But at least he was moving in the right direction. He recognized that it might be frustrating for me, who thought so much about ethics in a societal context, to be among absolute beginners.
Prof: "This is my one chance, the only opportunity to get these business majors to think that there is something bigger than themselves.
This was his all important career, and my presence in his class was threatening to take it away from him. There was a bit of groveling in his voice.
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I think that American Splendor: Ego & Hubris, the Michael Malice Story will become my favorite book of all time. It is apart of an autobiographical graphic novel series by Harvey Pekar (though this one is biographical). |
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| Matthew Barney's Latest and Greatest |
[May. 19th, 2008|11:38 am] |
The above picture is basically one of the only ones I have left from the Matthew Barney filming, after I accidentally DELETED EVERYTHING. I finally have new camera batteries, so I was so overjoyed that I could take pictures again. It's been months. (Isn't that weird how we don't realize how dependent we've become?)
Well anyway, about the MB thing.. so I got to help make his latest film from Friday-Sunday this weekend! I've been a fan of his for so long, so it was crazy hearing him say my name and such. I had never really been apart of making a film, so it was really great to see all that goes on. I'm not sure how much I'm allowed to say, but I'll tell you that I got to help make butt dildos, grease a bunch of mechanics up, cue the cymbalists, and be a go-to-girl. It was really awesome meeting everyone in his studio, because they're all ridiculously nice. Man I was so fucking tired though.. I worked it the 100-102 degree weather for 8-9 hours Friday, 8 hours Saturday, 9 hours Sunday and partied Friday and Saturday night, sleeping little. But I'm really proud that I got to be apart of it all! Look forward to it, some crazy, lush shots are gonna be innit.
*I guess it can't hurt to catalog life's insundries. But I'm really going to try to make a website this summer !.!.! I can't live on livejournal forever! |
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| Chinese Legacy |
[Apr. 28th, 2008|10:52 am] |
My relatives are partly responsible for
the current stereotypes of Chinese people in America.
( Sorry, guys. ) |
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| Akira's Thank You |
[Apr. 27th, 2008|02:21 am] |
Nothing makes me happier than things like this:
(Sorry for all the videos lately, this will be the last for a while)
Subject: Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Kira and F--
i got your pretty mail.thank you very much!
i had not gotten like this mail recently.
im really really happy now.
i have never read "the alice in the wonder land" in original story,i will try to read it. is it good story??
and i like especially your drawing of that griffin.is he in the story??
im looking forward to seeing you again in Japan(?) or USA(?)
call me when you move to japan.
do you remember my number??
um,um,um.
ok,my number is ...-----------.
please write down it carefully,ok??
anyway, i dont know that object f-- drew...
but i am a liar too,so, of course i know it what it is.
yes,that drawings are...
i will tell you, when i see you guys next time.
haha
i appreciate your efforts.
PeaceV
-Akira |
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