i'll burn my eyes out
today was episodic.
1. there's a particular bird in my neighborhood whose trademark chirp is a very human-sounding wolf whistle. no matter how many times i hear this, i always manage to amuse myself imagining that the bird is catcalling sexy people on the sidewalk. whenever i hear the wolf whistle after walking out the door, i look around bewildered for a split second.
2. i watched the obscure zhang yimou film shanghai triad. not his best work by far, and gong li plays another "snobby prostitute-ish woman with the heart of gold" but for a period piece set in 1930s china, i have to give it up to the woman. there's something quite captivating about her strutting around in fluffy miniskirts and crooning innuendo-ridden traditional showtunes. i guess that's why she gets those kinds of parts so often - she's damn good at that character prototype. and her monster rack was less noticeable here, perhaps in a pre-implants era (??).
3. went to a party in the valley hosted by two of mikhaila's friends from the set of david lynch's upcoming inland empire [ki is one of many crackwhores]. while guzzling ale and eating a dinner consisting of mostly nachos and dipped vegetables, we chatted with a translator from france named anne-sophie who ended up giving me her card so we can talk about nabbing a ticket to the cannes film festival next spring. mmmm.
4. a friend suggested an art gallery dance party at beverly & alvarado, so i took orion and admired the exhibition's works loitering awkwardly with everyone who wasn't drunk yet. after a failed attempt to rescue anna h. nersesyan from a hip-hop club, we returned to a teeming crowd of gay scenesters and their fag hags. i managed to acquire a beer (fucking $4 becks), and we subsequently joined the dance throng until almost 3 a.m. lots of fun stuff. our cue to leave, however, was the unmistakable voice of scary spice demanding: "TELL ME WHATCHA WANT, WHATCHA REALLY REALLY WANT--"
good day.
1. there's a particular bird in my neighborhood whose trademark chirp is a very human-sounding wolf whistle. no matter how many times i hear this, i always manage to amuse myself imagining that the bird is catcalling sexy people on the sidewalk. whenever i hear the wolf whistle after walking out the door, i look around bewildered for a split second.
2. i watched the obscure zhang yimou film shanghai triad. not his best work by far, and gong li plays another "snobby prostitute-ish woman with the heart of gold" but for a period piece set in 1930s china, i have to give it up to the woman. there's something quite captivating about her strutting around in fluffy miniskirts and crooning innuendo-ridden traditional showtunes. i guess that's why she gets those kinds of parts so often - she's damn good at that character prototype. and her monster rack was less noticeable here, perhaps in a pre-implants era (??).
3. went to a party in the valley hosted by two of mikhaila's friends from the set of david lynch's upcoming inland empire [ki is one of many crackwhores]. while guzzling ale and eating a dinner consisting of mostly nachos and dipped vegetables, we chatted with a translator from france named anne-sophie who ended up giving me her card so we can talk about nabbing a ticket to the cannes film festival next spring. mmmm.
4. a friend suggested an art gallery dance party at beverly & alvarado, so i took orion and admired the exhibition's works loitering awkwardly with everyone who wasn't drunk yet. after a failed attempt to rescue anna h. nersesyan from a hip-hop club, we returned to a teeming crowd of gay scenesters and their fag hags. i managed to acquire a beer (fucking $4 becks), and we subsequently joined the dance throng until almost 3 a.m. lots of fun stuff. our cue to leave, however, was the unmistakable voice of scary spice demanding: "TELL ME WHATCHA WANT, WHATCHA REALLY REALLY WANT--"
good day.