mr wu and debbie too

starry nights and rainy days

2010-01-21T12:26:00.000-08:00

in walking home from swati's this morning it was raining. i was plodding along with my large black umbrella staring at the ground most of the time. my senses seemed heightened. i could hear the berries and seeds cracking beneath my feet. i began counting the many cigarette butts....the weird spikey brown balls from the trees that threaten to get caught under my bike tires and make me skid more often than not. i wondered if anyone in the entire expanse of history had ever written a poem about taking a walk while staring at the ground the entire time. i figured that surely it must've already been done, and many times over. i recalled yesterday, watching a girl at sac city college kneeling to rescue an earthworm from the sidewalk of death.

eventually i realized that much of my energy was concentrated on the big toe of my right foot, i could slowly feel water seeping in through my shoe, making that toe cold and clammy inside of the damned wet sock. i took note that my left foot was perfectly dry...and i also recalled that these were the shoes i wore while in berlin, in the rain, in the blustery chill, and my feet both stayed quite dry there. the sense of aging, of something becoming worn and less able to stand up to the elements made me consider if the entire thing was an analogy of life itself. i quickly shook off the notion, laughing scornfully to myself at my sense of finality, of dramatism.

my black umbrella rested upon my shoulder, my arm not wanting to hold it up properly. when i was a child i had always wanted vincent van gough's 'starry night' umbrella. i felt it would make me appear studied and cultured. i wanted to dress like a beatnik and write up a storm. i wanted to be frida. (maybe i just wanted to have sex with frida)...in high school i was permitted by my parents to paint my room; and the colors i chose were similar to the starry night piece. purples, and blues, blacks...i painted grass growing upside down from the up most four corners of the room, and i felt very mature indeed. it wasn't until years later that i came to stare upon 'the starry night' again, and realized that i didn't like it all any longer. and today i still don't like it. something about the piece is super trite...maybe it is merely the fact that it is such a famous piece and can be seen everywhere, not just in museums, but in gift shops on post cards, on bad garden flags hanging from people's driveways in suburbia, on pot holders, on coffee mugs....but what do i know? jack shit i figure; i'm certainly not a keeper of the arts.

so, just now with the rain letting up, i have arrived at the weatherstone cafe. in sitting down to study (i started school yesterday, the first time back in 5 years)...i looked up to see a young man i know, with his new girl friend.

there they went, out the door, he holding it open for her, he kissing her on the forehead, there they went, she looking happily at him, she holding a vincent van gough 'starry night' umbrella.

something about it makes me feel like perhaps the two of them are not meant to be.

lists

2009-12-15T17:01:00.000-08:00

to buy:
new (used, fast) road bike
swim suit for the virgin islands
book bag, leather/canvas/brown
nice shirts, collared, vintage!
christmas gifts for parents, swati, roomie
bike lock (or figure out old bike lock's mechanisms, i.e. use my brain)
camera

to do:
make dentist appt #2
enroll in classes (tomorrow!)
choose a major (ha)
save money for tooth repair
health insurance
prep for virgin islans
prep for long awaited return to school
practice 'jet boy' drag number with erin
re carpet bedroom floor
paint kitchen mustard yellow
repair red velvet curtains
window insulation for winter

to read/complete reading:
'banker to the poor'
'borderlands'
'the spirit catches you and you fall down'
'the god of small things' (to be re-read)
'the people's history of the US'

projects:
record club poster for rodger
complete family portrait
drag king number(s), create new performances
drag king AIDS ride benefit for gina

people to see/visit with:
ayumi ashley at her new apt in sf
rachel marrs, listen to her stories behind the purchased thailand photos
rachel gregg, quality time before departure
chelsea wolfe, crafting, hand made christmas gifts
johnny flores, house warming party
natalie gordon, trip to portland??
everybody--for a nabe party or a chinese hot pot party (very winter!)

to be continued....

sideways pussy, my take on orientalism

2009-11-24T16:11:00.000-08:00

the following is a piece i wrote then read at luna's this past week. it was an amazing night; take back midtown presented "stop being a fucking creep" plus tara jepsen, beth lisick, and my heroine michelle tea were all present...i was nervous as all hell having never read before let alone in front of one of my adolescent role models...but it went well, every one was laughing and michelle tea approached me afterwards, complimenting my work to my great embarassment and pride. here is the piece, although better live.

(in a breathy voice, with Asiatic flute playing in background)

picture it

an ancient land, dripping with tradition and lore

imagine the fog rising through the lush green mountains, bamboo forests abound

the moisssssst earth.

the silk of emperors and dynasties past.

the far east

asia

myyyyy landdddd (pull rice out of pocket, scatter on the floor)

picture me, an "oriental," eating stir fried puppy with ginger and black bean sauce, breeding like a rabbit.

plastic buddahs hanging from every door way.

pikachu and dragon ball Z characters dancing through my dreams like the ping pong champion i was born to be

happy ending?

sucky sucky?

or shall i mop your floor first?

everymorningiawakenandvomitchopstickswhentheentiretimeifindmyselfLUSTINGforafork.

AM I just another geisha in the streets of ancient kyoto flocking to tom cruise, america's last samurai, tearing off my kimono in glorious rapture because

EVERY ASIAN GIRL WANTS TO FUCK A WHITE GUY???

am i?

aparently the answer is yes, at least according to a shameful amount of male individuals who frequent my current place of employment.----not all guys are like these, btw.

(hand drums played in hyponotic beat)

(cryptically)

enter the kasbah lounge, a dark lair of decadence and delight.

sippp on lebanese wine under the canopies, let the turkish coffee seeeeep into your pores.

welcome to this world of

exotica
erotica
enter you the priviledged male
enter if you dare
come one
come all

yesssss stepp right up! gather around! we have gorgeous girls here, one or more of each flavor for you gentlemen.

TAKE. YOUR. PICK of the litter, the cream of the crop, perhaps this tall dark haired siren from palestine, or heck, maybe you'd like one of 'the koreans', they are so, so shy...

perfection.

then...there is me, the weird girl with the weird hair.

youcanfindmeatthekasbahwednesdaythroughsundayfrom4pmtoaboutmidnightunlessitisasloweverninginwhichtheywillsendmehomearound10pm.

and what kind of establishment do we run?

it's a god damned eatery
a fucking restaraunt
a hell of a place to nosh

would you like a HOT PEICE OF ASS WITH YOUR FALAFEL?

ohhh the joys of

orientalism
sexism
racism
bigotry

familiar words, but not to all

it's quite amazing really, that sacramento is one of the most ethnically diverse cities in the entire natopn, considering not one night passes by without a man making an asian related inquiry or snarky remark to me at work...

here are some ACTUAL customer comments as follows:

"you speak good english." (thanks man)

"do you know karate?" (no, but i can spit in your food)

"i dated a mongolian girl once." (blank stare)

"shouldn't you be working at the sushi bar next door?" (incredious stare)

"my friend and i are having a bet. are you chinese or korean?" (neither!)

"HEYYYY it's taiwan's finest!" (whatttt??)

"you remind me of my wife from the war." (oh. my. god.)

"you look like margaret cho." (oh helll no)

"what's your name?" (debbie)
"nooo, what is your REAL name?" (holy shit. my name is debbie, dumbass)

"do you model for honda car import shows?" (i just need to walk away)

"what are you doing waitressing? shouldnt you be a dentist or something?" (NO. COMMENT.)

the list goes on

the comment which takes the cake however had me dumbfounded.

"can i ask you a question? do your pussy lips go the other way, because i've heard that chinese girls have horizontal pussies."

wow

wow

wow

as women we should NEVER have to take this.

so, YOU OF FRANCE are not hairy and easily offended.

YOU OF AFRICA are not herding antelope on the national geographic channel.

YOU OF RUSSIA are not anorexic money grubbing ballerinas

YOU OF MEXICO are not just good for staying in abusive relationships

YOU OF INDIA do not taste like curry

YOU OF EASTERN EUROPE are not all just prostitutes

YOU OF THE MIDDLE EAST are not just one of four belly dancing wives

YOU OF AFRICAN AMERICAN DECENT are not just 'angry black chicks'

YOU OF CENTRAL AMERICA are not peices of meat, breeding for the catholic church.

no.

you are WOMEN and you are LOVED more than THEY will ever know.

thank you.

on vino, wind storms, and having three sentences

2009-10-28T04:13:00.000-07:00

***it is after 4 in the manana, and i am a wee bit intoxicated---(euphemism for "very drunk")*** there is a kitty kat in my bed passed out and stealing all of the covers, so i'm present in the afterglow, winding down.

this here eve i invited some loved ones to this here porch. the breeze was gusty; t'was chilling to zee bones, but we thrived---thank you oh mr. heater device, thank you very much so. don't knock it! damn.

there was cheeeese, there was fruit, there was wine GALORE---spanish wine from the work of your's truly....Moroccan vino as well..
...
there was edith piaf, there was nina simone, there was lauryn hill, grass widow, bats for lashes, and josephine baker.

we were all here, present.

a few hours into the night it was decided that we would choose a topic then go about the circle, each speaking for a mere but mighty three sentences when the turn arose.

it was like summer camp, the orange fire on our faces, the black sky, the kinship.

one topic: "what do you wish to conqueror before you perish?"

tegan: "i wish to climb machu pichu."

chelsea: "i wish to write a book."

jess: "i don't quite know yet......"

jenn: "i wish to live in brasil."

etc

etc

etc

me: "i wish to write a memoir about my childhood, but only after my parents die because i dont wan't to bring shame to them........then, it is all about following natalie to chateau crone. let's all live in a home where we can grow old and craggy together, being, existing, creating....."

i want to be reading or laughing or painting up to the very day i die, and i want to do it with you.

utopia.

blisssss.

decadent.

how dare we live such decadent lives. will someone start feeding me grapes?

i want to be deborah rhea when i grow up. she is the hottest woman in this town.

good night, time to go throw up, literally.

12 bottles this evening, i counted.

nostalgia

2009-09-14T03:29:00.000-07:00

today it rained. the changing of seasons always evokes feelings of nostalgia within me. tonight Erin and i were sitting on the porch, it must have been 2 am. suddenly, all of the street lights on the entire block went out...mind you, being that it was early morning and most normal folks were as expected, snuggled deep in their beds...i was surprised at how much quieter everything seemed without electricity present.

erin and i wandered indoors and marveled at the fact that our home was doing just fine, all lights were still on...somehow we got to talking about books....ahh, i mentioned that i really am interested in reading some kurt vonnegut---i feel like i am missing out on some of the classics, and for some reason erin mention the book '1984' and i brought up 'the giver', then we went on a tangent talking about childrens books that i've always loved...'the bridge to terabithia,' anything by roald dahl, 'a wrinkle in time,' 'where the red fern grows,' 'island of the blue dolphins,' 'from the mixed-up files of mrs. basil e. frankweiler,' 'the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe'---(and 'prince caspian' and 'the voyage of the dawn treader'), 'james and the giant peach,' 'the little prince'.

...then the stuff when we were even younger, such as 'where the wild things are'...'the giving tree.'

...nostalgia.

childrens literature really brings back feelings for me...evokes really strong memories and scents. i remember the whole holding of the flashlight under the covers at night, reading...waking up at 6am the next morning to read. i feel as if today's 'gossip girl' and the 'twilight' series...it's all fucking trash. i mean, when we were young, sure there was pretty goofy stuff....the 'baby sitters club' and also 'goosebumps...' or 'the boxcar children' (pretty awesome actually)...but where is the 2009 version of 'the giver?' do you guys remember 'the giver?' everyone was living in a sterile futuristic society, and the one man, the giver, he was a keeper of memories about life on earth in the days past...he held sessions with that one boy (or girl?) and made him/her remember things about life before...before things got so sterile and fucked up...things we dare not forget......such as what it felt like to be on a sailboat.

ahhh i hope today's kids have something poignant to read. maybe they read the same stuff we did. maybe 'a wrinkle in time' is to today's young children what the now-vintage 'nancy drew' and 'hardy boys' series was to us--stuff our parents read when they were young and then passed down to us.

lost gifts

2009-09-03T02:41:00.000-07:00

*this is a rant. to be shaken not stirred, and taken with a grain of salt.*

i've been in a sour mood lately. amongst other things, my teeth have been bothering me so much that finally i've broken down and called upon my grandmother to lend me a thousand bucks so that i can take the steps towards getting a root canal. (really, i need more in the ball park of $3,000 to even get started...should i hold a benefit? everyone else does.) for those of you that know me and my pride--my asking my family for help....this is huge.

root canal shmoot canal, there is certainly an exposed root in my mouth, such that i cannot sufficiently close my lips all the way lest my teeth touch together and the pain, the fucking pain! to live in pain...bless you those that have terminal illness or live with ailments. you are infinitely strong....holy stars, these nights i've taken to stuffing a rag of fabric between my molars so that my mouth is pried open as i sleep. it doesn't make me look pretty, this is for sure. the rag fills with blood but it helps because i often grind my teeth in my REM and it makes me awaken in blinding white suffering and even my pillow is not soft enough for my silly noggin to rest.

so, with this said, the other night i was down in the dumps, brooding, i had fitfully awoken from the night before finally, at 5 pm. it was disorientating to have slept both the day away. i thought it a good idea to take a walk to peets coffee at least to get some afternoon air before it became dark again. when i arrived at the cafe i noticed that i had dropped my beautiful black vintage shirt somewhere between the house and said destination. it was i believe the last thing lauren ever gave me before we decided to part ways. she had brought it back from one of her many tours on the road. this made my heart sink as i retraced my steps. i could not find the shirt...but there! i saw an old woman in a motorized wheelchair headed away from my location back along where i had come from. holy stars! convinced she had my shirt, i tried to catch up to her but she was purring along damn fast. i quickened my pace and pretty much power walking i finally was beside her. i did not see my shirt and did not want to confront her. what if i was wrong? im a huge dork to be power walking beside a woman in a wheelchair! AWKWARD!! i gave the entire situation up as lost, and saw it as a sad sign from above.

so, with my tail between my legs, i realized it was 6pm and fuck getting coffee, i'd had not a morsel to eat that day thus far. i headed to my workplace, because at least there, people knew my name and i could read the newspaper while feeling sorry for myself, my lost shirt, my painful teeth...pooooor me. (what is that 'cheers' theme song? where everybody knows your name?)

so there i sat, outside, eating some vegetarian pasta to which i added ham. (ha!)

lost in my head reading the new york times i noticed at some point, out of my peripheral, an older man was staring at me. STARING. he was the same man that earlier was complaining how his friend took him to the depot and he was not gay, why did his friend take him there, he was not gay, he is from chicago, people are not as "gay" in Chicago...why are they so gay here...etc.........this man, now staring at me, was not sitting at a table eating dinner, perhaps glancing my way a bit like leery people sometimes do.... no, he was standing, not a drink in hand, 7 feet away, staring at me. weird. after about 15 more seconds which seemed like eternity, i looked at him and said, "what???"

he said, "your feet are on the chair. that is rude. people will sit on that chair after you."

hmm. yes. my feet are on the chair...i can see this being rude, being in a public place...ok...

i said, "ok....thank you for your opinion."

he said, "it is not an opinion. it is a fact."

ok. i'll take it. ok.

he went inside.

half an hour later he came back out. he moved back into position, staring at me.

me: "what????"

he said "sorry if i offended you."

me: "you did not offend me, you just made me feel uncomfortable and weird."

he then stared at me again.

then he said, "are you a student?"

ok. pause.

what is it about creepy guys that if they have nothing else to say, they ask if you are in school? what does this entail, what does this even mean? women can be creepy too, but in a different way.

this guy wasn't just ignorant. he was a weird creep.

so, i said: "why are you asking me if i am a student? you dont care."

he stared at me.

i repeated, "why are you asking me? you don't care who i am, you don't care what i do."

and it is true. he did not care who i was or what i did, he just wanted to invade my space and i let him know that i knew. so, he did not know what to say. for the first fucking time in his life, perhaps he did not know what to say to the little asian girl eating her god damned pasta, all by herself, looking all so like prey.

dumbfounded.

then, his verrry drunk friend came out, and to him the guy who liked to stare said to him: "let's go, there are DIRTY people here."

good. goodbye.

what is it about people sometimes? there is the age-old joke about how feminist women do not have a sense of humor....that all we do is march around trying to cut off cocks....but look---guys especially if you are reading this--it isn't fucking true for me. i can take a joke, i can laugh...

a friend of mine asked me once why i like to have ladies movie nights and ladies dinners once in awhile. he said it hurt his feelings because he was excluded.

i told him, that once in a while, i would like to have a female-centric gathering where i knew, no one would tread across that line, no one would make me feel like i was a second class citizen-----i am not saying that most of the guys we know are trying to belittle women right and left, no not at all-----but sometimes there are comments made, or little remarks, little nuances......and look here, it takes a rare man, a gem of a man, to be a feminist in his own right, to fully understand where a female feminist if coming from. then, we start to delve into gender itself being a grey topic, with trans men, trans women, etc etc.....but for simplicity, there are a few good men here in sac for certain. but unfortunately even some nice guys i know feel like they want to overcompensate such that they do the whole chivalrous 'ninja/i will protect you/thing...and frankly, thanks but i dont need protecting because im a woman and you are a man. dont talk to me in ninja speak....the ninja/samurai/protection/servitude thing---it's extra insulting because now i know you are doing this because im a woman AND japanese. great. but look, im not an idiot, if i was getting beat up by a group of people i wouldn't get mad at my guy friend if he tried to protect me.

i understand that:

it is not always about gender, sometimes it is about humanity. (obviously.)

and yes, there are men here in this town who do understand...but as for ladies movie night, sometimes frankly, i just like to be with ladies. it's nice.

so my friend, he did not understand this, which i understood that he could not understand.

this was more than ok with me and figured he would just nod his head and agree to disagree.

but then, he said something that i will never forget.

he said: "but i just dont get it. i do not feel like it is a white man's world any longer."

wowwwww.

do you really believe this? that perhaps maybe if we would just IGNORE the (*insert drum roll accompanied by a huge yawn here*) issues of gender/class/race/sexuality/ignorance/prejudice...maybe they do not exist?

no. there is much to be done. we are not equal. for example allow me to randomly state:

there are more females now, being kidnapped and sold into the sex trade than any other time in history. forget the rape of nan king. forget the holocaust. forget the plantations and slavery. girls, NOW. the middle east, africa---fucking Los Angeles is a BREEDING ground for sex trafficking.

and a nod to the 'gay' stuff (because i'm 'gay':)

matthew sheppard. brandon teena. harvey fucking milk. i overheard my coworker tonight saying something about how he thought his brother was 'GAY'...

i understand that hardship is part of life and that we all deal with it, all genders, race. people are bigoted everywhere, no matter where. men, women, the like.

but it should be noted that my friend is a white, heterosexual male. white hetero males have shit piled up against them too. they can argue that they didn't ask to be born white. (poor poor) im not stupid. life is life. shit is shit. but for him it is different shit.

i, am a lesbian, ethnic, female. different shit.

out of the ball park.

to be fair, even many of the females that i know...it blows my mind what negative gender roles they reinforce, on purpose. i guess you can carry my heavy groceries but it's not because you are a man. it's because im feeling lazy.

i understand it is not always about male chivalry. sometimes it is about being a nice person. I'm not going to snap at you if you hold the door.

i don't even know what my point is any longer....it all started out about the tooth thing.

what can i do that will fill in the void and why am i 26 years old sitting on a creaky ass porch?

shame on me for being here, not there.

i know it it supposed to be all about love. love can change the world, right? fairies and prayer circles and throwing rice off the back of a truck?

but sometimes, what about anger?

i will log off now.

hey me, please let me be

2009-08-28T02:20:00.000-07:00

i've been having trouble sleeping lately. my schedule is even worse than before---with the late hours at my job these past four years i've become accustomed to turning out the light at 2 or 3 am and awakening around 11 or noon...but these past few weeks the pattern has become more around the realms of 5 am to fall asleep, and 1 or 2 pm to awaken. (i need a good 8 hours minimum to function.)

it is my brain that is the problem, it never lets me rest; it buzzes and hums and never shuts off. i've been trying to curb this shit the past few years...and because of it sometimes i seem more quiet or seemingly brooding than anything else--only at times. ha! but good lord, there are the instances i blurt out random phrases when im in 'the zone', i try but i have a hard time shutting my damn face...sometimes i am on a roll and saying something stupid ('stupid,' as in 'huh?' not to be confused with 'mean.') and the entire time i am saying it..i am thinking "shut up, will you just shut up you are being stupid.'

*in writing this blog entry at this moment, i am treating myself, allowing my fingers to type type type and let out all the random gibberish that is flowing through my mind currently while i sit here on the porch at 2:46 am; i guess this proves my point.*

my body is connected to my brain; there is constant high energy, i get out right twitchy even, sometimes. the lights and beeps and electro bleeps bounce around to and fro, knocking into each other, splashing green and pink paint every-fucking-where...you can see it in my face or speech or hands sometimes. some of you have seen this.

i have considered this a gift here and there, but lately it has been a plague. my brain toys with me and fucks with me and i stress myself into a frenzy, thinking 'if i keep thinking, i will develop an anxiety attack, and if i keep thinking about how im thinking, it will REALLY get bad...oh fuck' and there i am, in no man's land, in that distant land where many of us have been, but THIS place only I can get to, and i can't get out until something deeper inside of me allows the rest of me to let go.

there is never very good warning.

ahh. so, i have been having trouble sleeping lately. there has been an extra darkness, to be expected, i've been thinking even more than usual, thinking about people that i know, how they affect me, my future, my teeth are fucked...i've been stressed about it...my mouth hurts all the time but more at night. sometimes when i awaken in the morning there is blood on my pillow. LOOK i know i need to get insurance and all that taken care of, stop shaking your index fingers at me. i am deathly afraid of the dentist; i've never had much of a sweet tooth, but as a child i had cavities all the time-the dentist said once that i have unnaturally soft enamel...but each cavity that happened i would be severely punished by my parents...my brother had a sparkling white grill the entire time, so surely i must be a ragamuffin child too lazy to brush the sweaters off her molars.....shit was there any way my brother could ever go wrong and i go right??...ahh that is for another day.

let it go.

sleep.

night is weird. sometimes i feel that the more delirious i become the more i feel alive. i am sure many of us feel this way. i sit out here and listen to the trains go by, the wind in the leaves, the drunk folks stumbling...then as the time ticks by, the sounds become less and less and eventually it is just me and my holy mackerel of-a-brain pounding away, pounding away. i am left to myself. currently i am not alone though. i hear music coming from somewhere, big rigs blowing horns from the freeway, i head one lone cricket, a car just went by, i see a raccoon.

sleep.

my dreams were vivid last night. i was not permitted to rest, even in my REM state. i awoke feeling dog tired....but the dreams were very intriguing, super crystal clear.

i wonder what the significance is. i always become confused, because in japanese culture, whatever happens in dreams, in real life the opposite is indicated. but in american culture, we kind of tend to think what we dream is a subconscious of what we actually feel.

last night in my minds eye i was standing in a natural foods store with sarah, (my friend who is in 'take back midtown' with me and used to live across the street from me at the brothel/carnival house). i wonder what it means that she was in my dream. we are not super close par say (i would like to be) and i have not seen her nor spoken to her in days.

we were standing in line at the checkout. it was very busy. the line was very long. i was holding a woven basket and in the basket were two bananas. they looked like plantain but i knew they were bananas. as the minutes ticked by, the fruit started to rot. so, it made sense for me to eat both, and i grabbed two more. once again, the bananas started to rot, and this time the meat even burst out from the peels.

nearing the checkout, sarah grabbed a small plastic tub of trail mix/mixed nuts and asked me to purchase it for her. i agreed, and upon ringing out, the cashier stopped in his tracks and readily told me that the nuts represented unrequited love.

look, the phrase 'unrequited love' stuck with me even this morning when i awoke, and although i know what it means, i looked up the definition just to see it in print: "to be deeply in love with someone that either does not know you love them, or that knows, but does not love you in return." ok.

after leaving the natural foods store, sarah was gone and i was teleported to someplace where i was emailing jenny hoyston from the band erase errata. i had a drag show approaching and for some reason it was homo a gogo weekend. it was like my real-life past came forward from behind and bit me in the butt of my dream-life future. i was requesting jenny to play a set during my drag show. i for some reason offered her specifically $234 dollars to play. she generously responded with an email saying that she never plays for less than $400 but for me she would play for free. (i dont know jenny hoyston in real life, fyi. she is a famous, feminist, awesome musician for those that dont know)

so, i was teleported forward a few days, and i was with lauren, jenny, and her three band mates. (two female, one male...the ladies were adorable, in their 30's, wearing awesome vintage dresses. i remember the brunette had wavy hair and a navy colored polka dot dress...the other lady was a red head and she was all glammed up like a lady from the 1940's. very world war II-meets cocktail party..the man was very 50's styled with a pomp and cuffed jeans around his proper waist. he was not cheesy; he was very polished)

we were walking on cobblestone streets. the shy was grey. it was fall. i think we were in europe but it was actually san fransisco, if this makes any sense.

as jenny and her band mates walked on ahead, lauren asked me in excited hushed tones "what is SHE doing here with us????!!!" i explained that jenny was going to play a set with me and lauren was uuber impressed.

fast forward to the venue. it was actually a gigantic warehouse with day light filtering in through high windows all around the upper walls. the warehouse contained books upon books; it was a library. all of the shelving was crooked. it was gorgeous and bizarre. i told jenny that i wished i could turn the entire place into a living space. in real life now, i realize that would have been an atrocity; that library was gorgeous and VAST and probably does not exhist in this real world.

it was decided that we would perform on top of a large wooden table.

jenny was about to go on but i could not find lauren.

they went on anyhow, and it was truly a sight to behold. they were doing a conga and weird hand jive moves, all to the vocal style of the andrews sisters, very 40's/50's, very 'boogie woogie bugle boy'....which should be mentioned, is NOT erase errata's musical style in real life.

next it was my turn to perform my drag number 'jet boy jet girl.' i realized in a sudden panic that erin wasn't there to perform her parts with me.

thus, i decided to wing it and perform only my parts. this ended up looking completely stupid because in real life that song is truly meant for me and erin to share. we interact half the time, there is no way i could perform it without her and her without me. i ended up looking like a bad mime.

...suddenly after it was all over lauren came pounding on the door. it was a medievel castle door. i asked her where she had run off to and she said she was hungry. thanks.

*and then i woke up*

it was almost 1 in the afternoon when i awoke today, and it was not my alarm that shook me, it was my screen door blowing open then closed. i have been super sore all day, my entire body is stiff and i dont know why. was i dancing in my sleep? am i that stressed out?

i wonder the significance of my dreams....some of it seems obvious but nothing ever is.

nothing EVER is.

alright, in conclusion, i am hoping to get to bed before 5 today.

i am going to close this laptop now and ramble to myself in my head. i've had a fear that by age 40 i will go insane because my poor brain will NEVER log off. i really need some space from me sometimes but it looks like that is never going to happen....i would write more frankly but this is a public blog and somethings just start to get embarassing for the reader and the writer. but lets get coffee!

i'd rather run with the wolves anyhow...for the most part. or have friends in the real life flesh.

good night cyber world, good night.

how does one learn to let go?

2009-08-21T12:53:00.000-07:00

i know it's already happening and it breaks my heart.

on weed plants, drag kings, and changes that remain the same...damn.

2009-08-18T03:12:00.001-07:00

for 4 consecutive years now, i have been performing at the annual drag king contest in san fransisco. this year was no exception...the show is huge, one of the biggest on the west coast. joan jett has hosted the event in the past if this gives you any reference point; the nights are always chock full of events and memories. i remember two years ago stumbling in the streets with aiden and rachel....this year was a bit like then in the way that i am newly single again, and i came to the bay with the intent of snatching a peice of myself back from outer space, to feel perfect and keen, if even for 3 flashing minutes....ahhh. well what the hell. we all know how it can be.

...anyhow, in the photo above you see my friend and roomie erin sniffing a weed plant. we stayed at dennis peron's house near the castro. he is the medical marijuanna guru, does a ton of political activism in the name of legalizing weed---i dont smoke myself, but it was a 'trip' to stay here.

here i am posing under the mini golden gate bridge. obviously im trying to look like im smoking a joint. ha.

our bed was soooo nice. kind of romantic as well....but me and erin are as platonic as pie. she is like a brother to me. what a waste.

as you can see, the place was very psychodelic. there was a hot tub, but we did not use it. and there were a ton of weed smoking dudes hanging out...

here im getting ready for the show. erin and i were ill prepared for our performance, very typical of us.

finished product, mr wu her, ready to rock your knickers off.

when the day turned to night, a shit ton of black lights turned on, and glowing ensued.

oops. here i am again. just wanted to make sure you remember what i look like. (i cant figure out how to photo upload correctly...ahh...)

erin looked great! her drag name is simon bigsby. she is my young twink servant.

another nod to japan.

at the show, in this photo, fella fem, last years troupe winners. they are from the east bay.

'wham bam thank you mamn', got runner-up i believe.

dexter james. i thought he did a much better job last year. still a hottie though.

delicio del toro won first place. see that huge bulge? that was a BURRITO stuffed in there. he toook it out and threw it over the audience...rice and beans. wow.

there's the huge crowd of queers! the DNA lounge is a two story venue...so there were quite a bit of people here. this was the same weekend as homo a gogo, so it was nice to see the place was not empty.

erin and i did the punk song 'jet boy jet girl' ....we pulled it off and won 'most erection inducing.' no kidding. many people seemed to really enjoy the number. i had a sock rolled up in the crotch of my pants that came undone on stage. horrific. that's how hard we danced. ciao!

getaway, get found

2009-08-10T11:12:00.000-07:00

yesterday a few of us headed to the bay area for erin's show at the stud. along the way we stopped near Berkeley, where behind the horse tracks there is a peninsula....and along the craggy ocean rocks there are pieces of found art. all the photos i have here are shitty but there really was some amazing stuff...will have to return here again. enjoy.

this here above was cool i swear, but it just looks like a used condom in this photo. a shame.

rachel.

fennel, right?? also there was tons of fresh wild dill growing along the path. we came at sunset, when everything was mysterious and nostalgic...but rachel mentioned if one comes during the day when the sun is out, the warmth will cause all the greenery to emit their lovely rich smells...ooozing salty air with licorice and spices...delectable.

erin probably would have been happy to hole up here for the evening. she was a tired goose all night.

so desolate...

ive been feeling pretty desolate as of late

beau thinks he has bad posture. looking good here, man.

haha

this above here looks like a pile of garbage sprayed red which it probably is, but it was also neat in real life.

windblown! i love the ocean...until next time, cheers!

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one for the history books

2009-08-03T02:48:00.000-07:00

my birthday party was a huge success. we danced until dawn; i literally did not fall asleep until 7am...the cops never came which is highly unusual, no, fucking RIDICULOUS for our house where they know us by name and once sent a helicopter over our rooftop to tell beaumont to stop shooting his bb gun.....by the way, i cant fucking figure out for the life of me how to rearrange these photos in the proper order of events. but, here are some images to enjoy.

in the picture above we have larry rodriguez to the right and haley in the striped shirt. these two people are an institution in sacramento, i swear, and they dj'd my party. larry is a genius and he spins the shit i am always dying to hear out but never do. nowadays it's all about about electro-shock-crap. he spins the good stuff that is already decades old. music that will never die if you will. haley also. she can command a crowd and always gets people dancing. (notice i often have her dj, but never ask her to perform her MOM project. no feces in my house please!!) she has always come through for me since spinning my birthday party 4 years ago...i didn't find out until a couple years later that all of her vinyl had been stolen that night--yet she still comes back when i ask, time after time. this past party we stayed up hanging till 6 am...she had to be at taylor's market reporting for duty at 7am. girl!

here we have beaumont my neighbor whom lives across the hall from me. the girl to his left looks uncomfortable but maybe turned on by his furry chest? beau is a ham if i ever met one......nice yukata beau, sticking with the japanese theme.

lauren and i pose here in front of the house, with the black kanji symbol for 'longevity' hanging behind us. i like the angle of the folks on the porch roof. dangerous, however. 4 years ago, the night i literally moved into the house, there was a party and a kid fell from the second story to the sidewalk below. actually, let me tell it straight---he was underage, could not hold his liquor, and he JUMPED from the balcony, trying to reach the tree across the sidewalk, missed, and broke his face on the ground. afterwards, his friend, upset and belligerent, went screaming and breaking all of the car windows up and down 21st street. i was left wondering what hell-hole i had just moved into. moral of this story??---nobody in the photo behind me jumped to the sidewalk.

i like this picture. taken from my bedroom backdoor it appears.

lauren is wearing the yukata miyuki's father offered me as a gift from my time spent in mitsuke.
a yukata is not to be confused with a kimono. yukata are more casual. kimono's have millions of layers (truely about 7 or 8?) and are thousands of dollars. i've noticed many people refer to yukatas as kimonos, but it's like comparing a cotton slip dress from old navy to a valentino ball gown.

at some point the party ballooned to a couple hundred people. although i had duct taped a 'no underage' sign to the front door, a billion teenagers filtered their way in, some jumping the fence in the back. once they found out i was having people carded at the sake bar, some lost interest. others, i told to leave. my roommate erin was being a good watch dog as well. unfortunately many of my good friends left early in the evening and for this portion of the night i just felt like a security guard. it has never been about measuring the success of a party on how many people are crammed into a place...it's all about friends and peaceful gatherings. ohwell, comes with the territory.

chelsea performed. i love her. she wrote me a song too and recorded it...and made me cupcakes. what a great human being this girl is. i would not be the same without her. we also had chenelle and travis perform with their project 'these bloody kids.' i am dismayed there are no photos however. chenelle has a killer voice and travis plays a full drum kit with one hand while playing keyboard with the other. nutso. it's true, queers rock harder.

here's a hazy picture of larry spinning his magic. i was disappointed that nobody was dancing at first, but late by 2 am it was on. and, considering we danced till 5 or 6 am, hey, we put some decent hours in.

this photo is really out of order, but here we are doing the nagashi somen. (traditional japanese noodle water slide where noodles come down the bamboo and you catch the strands and eat them) it took me a week and two people helping to build the structure. it was quite the success and many curious people passing by stopped to ask questions. i wonder what the neighborhood thinks of us, always doing something different. i love it, actually.

this is not a very good picture but you can see the bamboo structure. it reached quite high, all the way to the second story porch.....i plan to have another noodle day soon, before the summer is over.......so, to sum this all up, my birthday was a success. nobody caused any major trouble, and we only had to shove one strange person out the door by force around 6 am. he had been creepy all night but we tolerated him, even shared pizza with his...but for some reason at the very end of the night he started saying "faggot this, lesbo that" so larry and michael shoved him out the door. he was swinging and clocked michael in the face but they got him out. he knocked over my bamboo structure as an afterthought to prove his anger....but whatever.

i think the days of huge parties might be behind me now...it took two weeks of careful planning to pull the night off. also, a lot of money. last year i had a masquerade party...it was amazing...aww whatever i'll just always do what i am in the mood for, i figure.

happy birthday to me.

until next year....arrigatou.

tradition

2009-07-28T18:22:00.001-07:00

my birthday is on friday; i will become 26 years of age. things are a-changing, i can feel this in my bones. unsettled, uncertain, hopeful. im having a big party, less of a birthday party in my eyes, more of a celebration, an annual excuse if you will, of getting all the random people i love into one big tangled mess of merry making. it'll be a mess, this is for sure. organized chaos, and i would have it no other way. no blood or citations though, please.

there will be a japanese theme throughout the festivities. there will be nagashi somen (a bamboo noodle slide). I've been tinkering and hammering, sanding bamboo poles for a few days now. this was something i did in japan back in 2003 with my friend miyuki and her college friends. mount fuji was in the background, i remember it clear as day....it was very rustic, very of the earth, the water, and the freshly cut wood. (nagashi somen is very old-world japan...it represents saying goodbye. I'm saying goodbye to being 25, i figure.)

also there will be some silly things like sake bombs and whatnot...

i'm very proud of being japanese, i know this. i don't want to lose my roots. i would like to teach some of the things i know, pass on a few of the cultural aspects that i really enjoy.

the person i love most wont be here though. it's our tradition at this point.

saying gooodbye....

2009-07-23T01:43:00.000-07:00

our dear friends monica and angela are leaving us in 4 days for the virgin islands. they have packed up all of their belongings and are saying goodbye...why? because they are crazy and in love and want to get away from us lesser human beings.....it'll only be for a year but it's always sad...i feel like a lot of my friends up and leave. i guess it's part of growing up but it will never become easier.....in the photograph above beloved monica is there to my left and steadfast angela to my right. (erin, by the way, the girl to the far left is my roommate, whom the previous blog entry was devoted to....whom decided last minute to not move out after all. way to go, turd.)

we have had many a fun night at the depot...i think monica is tired in this photo. she is tired at any point after 8 pm. she is a granny if i ever met one. a hot cool ass granny.

here we are at my home on new years...singing kareoke...BAD kareoke......this was moments before some of us went streaking pant less down the street....t'was chilly to say the least.

erin has crabs. dirty erin.

we will miss you...we will miss you so much. angela and mo, see you very soon, a virgin islands christmas!!! aruba? jamaica? banana by the bunch?

you are both very, very important to me. i love you. now fuck off already before i start to cry.

an ode to erin

2009-07-03T02:45:00.000-07:00

this great pup, proud young radclyffe, (named after the famous lesbian writer radclyffe hall), is leaving me in a month. sob!he will run down the midnight streets after his harry potter-looking mama erin. (she is in the green jacket...)

she is my roomate and is leaving me because none of my shoes fit her big white girl feet.

plus we have way too many nights like this and she will be going to school full time soon.

look at her in all her blinding glory....one month and counting...erin, i will miss you very much...kinda, in some ways.

p.s. look-it those pale gams....and im glad that big ol bow is there.

living the dream...

2009-06-28T03:30:00.000-07:00

<----------my drafting table, how i love thee!!!!!-------

since i was a wee little girl i have loved to draw. my father would bring home scratch paper from the office for me. i would sit for hours, filling the pages with adventures, great and small.

my dad told me recently that i still have what he called and still calls my "forever-ever" box in his garage--a HUGE cardboard box stuffed with thousands of my scribbles from childhood. i think it's really tender and sweet that he never threw that shit out.

i've always been figurative with my art, drawing adult people in particular...i cant draw a dog worth shit, and even my human babies end up looking like creepy 50 year old men who are two feet tall....and speaking of men, i would ONLY draw men, up until high school. i would draw men camping, and fighting, and super heroes, gladiators, aviators, circus conductors, prison wardens....

i never drew women when i was young. i tried once or twice but i hated it. they looked like freaks of nature. it was men that i loved, men that i loved to draw. i believe now there was something psychologically fucked up about it...or very natural.

i finally began drawing females when i reached high school....and now, most all of my drawings, even when i draw men---they either look like women or are super androgynous.

needless to say, as a child it was one of my dreams to someday be a young adult, living in a loft, sketching at a drafting table above a busy street, sipping some java or vino with edith piaf or some sort of heart breaking operatic score playing in the background. (either that or buried in books piled 15 high at a desk of mahogany with one of those little green lamps, puffing on a pipe sherlock holmes style)

there are few things more romantic to me, than an artist crouched over said table doing said craft of some sort.

i realized recently that these days, these very days, i am already living this particular dream.

what the fuck. gawd damn im already here and i didn't even know it.

now to draw MORE...DO more, and maybe get some gigs.

what dreams are you currently living out?...you tell me.

upon leaving this treehouse? barcelona or bust?

2009-06-25T04:28:00.000-07:00

my roommate is moving out in a month...i've been debating between finding a new person to move into this insane one-of-a-kind-circus-called-home with all of my colorful housemates.....or leaving this creaky old victorian which i've grown to love over the past 4 years...and finding a place of my own where i can have privacy for the first time in my life.

both aspects have huge pros and cons. god, i'd miss my bedroom. look at it, so tranquil.

one of the pros to staying put is the cheap price on my current rent. i'd be able to afford returning to spain with the girls in october. (see the silly above video...it might not have uploaded correctly though...we were staying with an adorable clothing designer named blanca in barcelona, and in the video we were at a very small but chic bar named 'vinilo' which projected old movies on the walls and served absinthe by the barrelful---hence the intoxicated singing...)

one of the cons to staying is that i'd have to break-in yet another new potential roomie into this very different sort of living situation. this place is not for everyone, that's for sure---but that's why we love it, i guess. nonetheless, it's a fucking pain in the ass, getting used to living with a complete stranger.

one of the pros to leaving would be that i could take the opportunity to purge myself of all the things i no longer need. i would have a fresh start in a new location and it would be so freeing to have space to call my very own.

but i would be hurting financially and there would be no return trip to spain---and portugal, france and berlin!

sheeeet.

we are the upper class

2009-06-11T16:08:00.000-07:00

sitting at the cafe, a group of 5 young mothers approached with their children, ranging from babies in strollers to kids that were about 2 years old.

the women were well dressed, very mainstream, sort of banana republic meets some overpriced boutique in Lohman's plaza...very "the real housewives of greater sacramento"--if there was such a show---and there isn't, thank the lord. it was clear they were having a "girls afternoon out."

my initial thought process was that it was cool, the mothers going to have some coffee together downtown with the kids...the entire thing was quaint. let's make a day trip to downtown, fix up our hair, put on our heels, bring the kids....i always consider it a good thing to see hetero women spending time together away from their men.

fast forward to when they were exiting the cafe (i was sitting outside)...i picked up on the fact that they must've been letting their younguns run all about the place, because evidently they had been told to keep them in check.

clearly they did not like being told what to do, because from that point, i silently sat, listening to every horrible thing that they had to say, pouring like french manicure diarrhea out of their christian dior glossed lips....

"that white trash cashier told ME to watch MY boy?? how dare he???" (who else is supposed to watch your child but you?)

"they are all beatniks anyhow, sitting all hunched over their books, they think they are all european but they sure aren't!" (as if beatniks still exist in great numbers, and what the hell does any of it have to do with europe?)

"i make more money than ALL of them combined!!" (that's good, now go back to granite bay)

the trash talking kept on for awhile, and it was really bad. it was embarassing. i didn't know adults talked like this on a regular basis. call me bright-eyed and stupid but hearing their words really weirded me out. fuck artists this, everybody is so ugly, all of you broke losers, at least i dont work at a CAFE, go listen to your snobby 'cool' music that (i actually thought that one was funny because it's true) it was complete racism (they were all white)/class ism on a financial status level....prejudice obviously, really low shit. great. and to think of all the clientele i have to serve on a nightly basis......i always feel like i know what they are thinking, but until now ive never actually heard it.

it was really tragic, because most all of their insults had to do with how much money they make and how much they assume "people like us" do not. wealth....what has been said is true--you really can't take it with you when you die....so why dont you spend a little less time belittling people less wealthy than you. we dont want your ugly coach purse. we dont. but we are happy that you are happy with it before you rot away into a pile of bones in the earth, slimy and smelly.

the highlight of all the insults came when the obvious leader of the pack said:

"well, whatever. WE are the UPPER class and WE are off on a WEEKDAY AFTERNOON!!!!"

may god have mercy on your soul, and just for the record, i never, EVER have to work during the afternoon, and i'm not rearing a child that is sure to grow up and be a chauvanistic, sheltered menace to society.

good luck....

the darkest hour is just before dawn

2009-06-05T04:05:00.000-07:00

<----------(self portrait)-- last night my treehouse home was surrounded by a magestic lightning storm. as the thunder crashed and the entire sky was engulfed holy and bright i was almost certain a huge fireball was going to swallow my bedroom. the storm was INTENSE. i pictured the other thousands upon thousands of people in this here city lying awake in their beds listening to the rain. in my mind's eye i envisioned from an arial perspective, people small as ants, with the rooftops of their homes ripped off, with covers pulled up to their chins, blinking into the black which then would strobe with white as the lightning struck again and again, relentless and spectacular!! we were all in this together.

at some point my entire body broke out into some sort of hive-like situation, perhaps from the electricity in the air (more likely from a food allergy...?) it was very bizzare. very alien.

today my 3rd floor neighbor said last night during the peak of it all she had made her way to the patio at 4 am to wait for me. i didn't know; i never arrived.......and tonight it is i whom is sitting here alone, the weather is still. i am listening to the silence.

table of humiliation

2009-05-31T01:58:00.000-07:00

today was my brother's wedding. he married his high school sweetheart whom he has known for almost 15 years. heralding from the days at summer camp where as teenagers they would flirt by throwing sweet-and-low packets at each other to these currents times where they are beginning to settle down in the bay area i have observed them grow, of course fight, and always, be in love---or maybe just obsessed with each other in those passive aggressive sick ways--whatever.

the ceremony was quaint. outdoors in saratoga, peets coffee and fresh fruit was served, the flower girl ran screaming down the aisle not shedding a single rose petal.....my cousin escorted my 95 year old grandmother to her seat, walking so slow, so slow....i was wearing a green and yellow dress from the 1950's; perfect lucille ball at a cocktail party if you will.

i had taken special preparation to look my best---or presentable at least. in the weeks leading up to this day i had been feeling increasingly nervous. i am not close with my family nor any of the church going family friends that i grew up around, and i was not looking to be singled out or judged. ive always been the weird one, etc. the lesbian, the wayward daughter, the list goes on.

needless to say, i had grown my hair out, took care to apply minimal makeup because my mother has been guilty of calling me a whore...you know----just trying to not attract too much unwanted attention. blah blah blah you can say what you will about being yourself, being strong, but shut up i don't wanna hear it. this was my only siblings wedding and i didn't want to be the goth kid in the corner. i wanted to be the bright-eyed happy sister of the groom.

after the marriage stuff went down and all of the chinese traditional activities such as the handing over of family treasures such as gold jewelry and the emotional tea ceremony where the bride and groom knelt before my father and mother and received their blessings....we headed to the restaurant for the chinese banquet dinner.

round tables were setup around the large hall, with people being assigned seats. there were perhaps 300 people in attendance. the tables were numbered. my immediate family was assigned to a prime table with beautiful crystal glassware and proper settings. the table was labeled # 2.

i looked at the chart and i could not find my name at # 2.

with a sinking heart i found my name at the bottom of the list at number # 17.

***in chinese culture this must be pointed out that this is a huge snub***

i went over to my assigned table. it was in the very back of the room against a wall. there was another wall blocking my entire view of the hall.

it was the fucking worst table in the entire place.

i dont know why my brother did not have a place for me at my family's table. it embarrassed me and confused me.

in chinese culture family is everything. i've never been the daughter my mother wanted me to be but i've always tried to do what i can to cause her the least shame as possible. my friends have sometimes asked me why i dont stand up for who i am, and the truth is that they cannot possibly understand because they are not chinese.

the worst part of the night was when my uncle stood up and had the honor of announcing the entire groom's side of the family. first my grandparents where announced, then my father and mother. each time a name was called, the person would stand up and the entire hall would acknowledge them. it was a moment of honor, of being proud to be affiliated with the groom.

when my name was called there was a long silence. nobody could see me. i stood, embarrassed, probably one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. finally when i waved my hands around a bit, people noticed where i was and i knew what they were thinking---why wasn't the only daughter sitting at the honorable table? tables tables tables you might be thinking...why do i care about tables? ahh but i do, but i did.

after dinner in chinese custom the bride changes from her white wedding dress to a red chinese silk gown. she then will go from table to table with the immediate family from both sides to toast champagne and take photos. i should have been there by the side of my father but in the hustle and bustle i wasn't invited. there is not a single photo of me to prove that i was present. during this time i went to my grandmother's side to visit with her and my grandfather whom i hadn't seen in months. they were as confused as i was as to why i was at such a dishonorable table.

finally i approached my brother to congratulate him. he had hardly spoken to me all day. i dont know if he was ignoring me or if he was distracted, but he hardly said a word...so i left quietly as they were cutting the cake and now i am sitting on my porch home from damned saratoga feeling pretty damn depressed.

i feel as distant from my family as i have ever. i will never have a proud wedding like he. i will never have a chance to put him in a dank corner...nor would i do something such as this to him, ever.

family is about saving face. it's about honor. it's never about love it seems. not with my family. it really breaks my heart because up until the dinner, i was thinking for the first time in years how proud i was to be called a chang not a tanaka.

bearded ladies, floods, and blood

2009-05-23T17:27:00.000-07:00

gorgeous afternoon, maybe 80 degrees.

where have all the bearded ladies gone?

you tell me.

last night was fairly ridiculous. first at work the bar began to seep water followed by a FLOOD gushing out from both bar drains, destroying the entire ambiance of the restaurant at the time and emptying us of customers. we were feverishly armed with a shop vac, buckets, bus tubs, and two mops to no decent avail. water was there to destroy. still, the show had to go on, as the entire courtyard and patio was bustling with merrymakers and hookah-aholics.

pathetically the girls and i slipped and slided, carrying our trays far above our heads, lighting the damn flaming tetilla fireballs, feeling sorry for the damp belly dancers. it was disgusting but at least it wasn't boring.

after a plumber was called and the catastrophe subsided i eventually clocked out and went to get a night cap with my roommate.

after last call we made our way back towards home only to pass a dark parking lot on J st where there was a lot of screaming and commotion.

we observed a stocky man shove a woman to the pavement where she struck her head on the concrete and lay still. another woman was on the man's back trying to pull him away as he turned and hit another male in the face repeatedly.

erin and i intervened, told the offending male to leave, the whole time saying "hey we are not involved, just get in your car and scram"...finally they did so, 2 males and 2 females.

the remaining people left were of the victim's party, 2 women and the bleeding male. he had a broken nose surely, and there was plenty of blood to be had. both women had been punched or shoved in the process, and the man was sobbing, out for the count. he was shirtless as was one woman.

erin had taken the license plate of the offenders and i ran to luigi's to get some water and napkins. as i pushed my way through the throng of intoxicated pizza lovers, people laughed at me as i took as many flimsy paper napkins as i could snatch.

once back at the parking lot it took over half an hour for a reluctant squad car to approach the scene and only after he was flagged down on k st.

long story short, charges were pressed and i hope tonight will be better than last.

damn santogold brings the crazies.

im joining the throng

2009-05-22T05:13:00.000-07:00

greeting to all of you out there in cyber space. im giving a shot to this blog page in honor of having purchased my first laptop a month ago. it's 5:21 am and i'd give anything to be back in berlin jumping on a trampoline with lauren instead of lying in bed unable to sleep while hearing the birds chirp outside my window. im feeling a need to travel.........goodnight. -cheers!-