I like all things pithy and beautiful. No, I’m not talking about a nice olive, though I like those too. I mean pithy as in having brevity, that proverbial soul of wit, and beauty as Plato meant it — almost. His preferred beauty was probably singular, transcendent. I’ll settle for abstract, but not entirely rational. (More…)
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] My new hobby: downloading random mixtapes off of Myspace as my exclusive source of music. When I was listening to one of these the other day (from German-Iranian DJ Maral Salmassi), my roommate came over and told me, “Your room, it sounds like…Europe.” At one point in the (More…)
It’s hard to explain the premise behind this…other than to say it’s supposed to entice people to come to the annual “Mather Lather” foam dance. For those who may miss the joke, the hapless and/or scrawny Asian being force fed into the spin cycle is me, reprising a role as the hapless and/or scrawny Kirklandite (More…)
Saw Harold and Kumar 2 last night. Can’t say it was the cinematic experience to end all cinematic experiences, but at least one blog-worthy moment came out of it. People joke that the aspiration of all Asian males is to be Harold or Paul Kariya’s father. I beg to differ. I’d like to believe that (More…)
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Music: “Nude” — Radiohead, remixed by Holy Fuck (because that’s what you say when you hear it) Went to Hong Kong over spring break. It’s sort of a cross between a tropical rainforest and Beijing. Plus a lot of banks. When you go to the top of a (More…)