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Wednesday: Fliers: DANCEiSM 2 Year Anniversary

2010-02-24T23:42:00.000-08:00

Can you believe that DANCEiSM is already two years old?

Why it seems that only yesterday it was a wee fledgling warehouse party.

If you can make it this Saturday, I'd highly recommend it.

In fact...you better go because I can't go!

Saturday February 27th
In downtown Los Angeles

Monday: Photos: BikeRoParty 3.0

2010-02-22T22:36:00.000-08:00

I'm deadly exhausted and in desperate need of a weekend from my weekend, and what's more they say that redundancy kills.

So in the interest of living for tomorrow (And, more importantly, driving Trent home), I will simply let the photos do the talking (yelling, laughing, kissing, dancing).

There are still more to wade through - like, about five hundred more, so you're going to have to wait to see them. Don't you know that patience is a virtue?

Oh, and also? I've become obsessed with Kids Incorporated re-imaginations of once popular music...because I'm twenty-five and nostalgic for things I'd only like to think I remember.

Just. Wow.

Friday: Feminists and feminism

2010-02-19T20:18:00.000-08:00

You can find more information about Gender Justice LA here and you can find out more information about this weekend's events here.

And as promised, here is the interview with Cindy Sherman.

And that Massive Attack video (which is not safe for work in a very mild seventies porn kind of way).

Both items talk about the camera and the effect of its artificial gaze...a phenomenon I'm becoming more and more intimately acquainted with.

What will my lens see this weekend?

Wednesday: Fliers: BikeRoParty 3.0, Love & Justice For All

2010-02-17T23:33:00.000-08:00

If you're giving up partying for Lent, then great! You can still enjoy these upcoming events because they're community oriented...so, it's sort of like you're volunteering - not partying.

Saturday February 20th
At Bikerowave in Mar Vista

Sunday February 21st
At Jewel's Catch One in LA
Photography provided by Yours Truly

See ya there!

Tuesday: Music: Deneir cover

2010-02-17T00:18:00.000-08:00

Chilling out and keeping it real with this Joel St Julien re-imagination of Deneir's "Wordless Understanding."

It's the perfect mellow track to get ready for bed to.

Which is why I am listening to it now.

Enjoy.

Wordless Understanding (Joel St Julien cover) - Deneir

Monday: Photos from Wonderland

2010-02-15T23:39:00.000-08:00

They're here! Thanks again so much to Gatagalactica for capturing the night so that I (For once!) didn't have to be behind the camera.

Looking through these this morning, I relived the night, and it made my heart smile. Despite some moments of anxiety (To be expected from one throwing a warehouse party), the evening was amazing and a perfect way to begin my twenty-fifth year.

But - of course - I'm already working on the next HappyLand party. There's a rumor going around that it might involve a collaboration with Dance Connection...so if I were you, I'd stay tuned.

Click on any of the photos to see the rest of the set!

Again, thank you so much for making this birthday a truly memorable one.

And guess what? It ain't over yet!

Friday: Happy Valentine's Day!

2010-02-12T16:17:00.000-08:00

Even when I was single, I never understood the anti-Valentine's sentiment. Sure, it's an entirely corporate holiday - perhaps inspired by a martyred Roman saint and later co-opted by an entrepreneurial woman named Esther Howland who sold handmade cards from her home pre-Etsy - but I never perceived it as the affront to loneliness that many seem to. Admittedly, this year, I am excited for this weekend's plans, which include both conventional and very unconventional methods of celebration, but if I had no one's hand to hold, I suppose I would simply ignore it.

But we didn't ignore it last weekend. Instead, we broke it! At Heart On's Heartbreak Valentine's....

If you listen to Ben Oprstu's latest track, you're certain to start dancing. And if you're dancing, that's almost like having sex.

And if that doesn't work, then save your pennies, cause next weekend Gender Justice LA is throwing a fundraiser party...and not only will Yours Truly be present, but it's a tremendously great cause, and there's no better way to give Valentine's the middle finger than to donate your money to justice rather than throw it at a greeting card company. I'm just sayin'!

Click the flier!

[ Sunday February 21st ]
at Jewel's Catch One in Los Angeles

But seriously folks, Valentine's or not, just have the raddest weekend possible.

And who knows? Maybe you'll get lucky.

Here's hoping!

Wednesday: Drip Drippy

2010-02-11T00:55:00.000-08:00

I am very sleepy - exactly as one would expect me to be at one in the morning on a Wednesday night - and my kitchen sink is leaking!

It makes me think of this cartoon (Which, of course, I recall fondly from my childhood) (Not that I was a child in 1948, when it was produced, but I was around in the eighties when they showed this stuff on the Disney Channel all the time).

I hope I have better luck tonight than poor misunderstood (& consequently temperamental) Donald Duck!

Monday: Writing

2010-02-08T22:04:00.000-08:00

The bus in LA is a tremendously supportive yet emotionally unavailable mother. Nurturing as she is - nestled within her humming warmth on a wet commute to work - she will just as soon leave you behind one minute late to the stop and running for your life. She'll tell you that there's no room for tardiness in the pursuit of success.

Her moments of forgiveness, however, such as when she idles at your waving hand, opening her doors to you, breathless - are salvation.

Within her womb we sit, ignoring each other yet bound as family - when the bus hits a bad bump, we all look up and hold on tight.

Here you can learn some of the greatest lessons in life. Unlike driving a car or even riding a bike, you are forced to reckon with humanity. And despite your ear buds and your text messages, you are still shoulder to shoulder...thigh to thigh...with your neighbor, and the contact is undeniably intimate.

And when someone offers his seat to you for no good reason other than he wants to, you are reminded that there is still some room for kindness in this world - even when the bus leaves you behind.

Thanks Mom.

Writing February 5th 2010

Friday: Just a little bit of R-E-S-P-E-C-T

2010-02-05T20:18:00.000-08:00

So something happened today that made this HappyLand a Sad/Angry/HatefulLand, and it's something that's happened not only once, not only twice, but a few times in my life, and is quite likely to happen again. It made me feel some very negative things, but I'm trying to approach it positively & productively, so I'm sending out an S-O-S to all the M-E-N out there for a bit of R-E-S-P-E-C-T (Find out what it means to me).

And because, of course, most of the boys we love are good boys, "Let's Hear It for the Boy" - in an appropriately after school special way.

And as promised, here is some cool stuff to do this weekend! (It includes $3 New Castles - so make sure to click.)

Yes, things are still a little messy around here as Trent & I continue to sort things out. There is even going to be a big move over to WordPress soon - which will probably make another mess - but bear with us!

Wednesday: Fix a flat, Go Ask Alice photos, Capricorn Party, & Heart On

2010-02-03T23:43:00.000-08:00

Well well well, it's Wednesday. And not too unexpectedly - since it's Hump Day and all - I'm sort of sleepy. Even though it's not raining anymore (Though I hear it's in the forecast for this week), it's still pouring, and what that means is that I am happily busy and pleasantly exhausted. But - exhausted none the less.

First! I wanted to show you this amusing & informative (How often does that happen) video about how to fix a flat. Accompanied by a pretty hep song, if ya know what I mean.

Which reminds me...I've got to do more work encouraging women in the bike shop. How & when did "feminist" become a dirty word?

I'll think about that another time.

For now - speaking of feminism - some of the first Go Ask Alice photos have surfaced. Stephanie - without whom the party simply would not have happened - has written a brief little account of the weekend and posted some of her own photos. Have a look.

And also, have a look at these things.

Saturday February 6th
This flier is actually totally wrong, but if you click it, you'll be righted right away. It's a sort of second, or third - or I am not sure - birthday party for Yours Truly.

Sunday February 7th
And this is my regular first Sunday photobooth gig. If you plan on missing out on $3 New Castles, why...there is simply no cure for you.

And with that, kats & kittens, this kitty is headed to bed.

Tuesday: Writing

2010-02-02T23:57:00.000-08:00

Tonight while sitting on the bus, stoned & plugged into one can, I thought about how cool it would be to write a story about people-watching and then have the narration shift to a description of the reader. Or something like that (Get it?). I worked up these elaborate schemes about how I was going to come home and force myself to do so despite a day's weary. But as I drew closer to my stop, exhaustion set in, excuses were made.

I got home, ate too much food, and then sat down to my computer. I've always got the energy to refresh my Gmail!

Then I thought about how cool it would be to write a story about how I was going to write a story but didn't - instead I wrote this.

Wouldn't it be cool if you were reading it?

Writing 2010 Feb 2

I get by with a little help.

I know....

Monday: Come down through the looking glass

2010-02-01T21:47:00.000-08:00

Wow.

Saturday was amazing.

It turned out better than I could have ever hoped and for that I have all of you to thank.

Thank you thank you thank you to The Great Entity, The Studiofix, and Taffy Davenport for lighting up the night with their talent.

Thank you thank you thank you to all the fabulous artists who contributed work to the show - your pieces helped bring the theme together.

Thank you to Friendly Venture for all of his help, and - most importantly - all of his reassurance the night of that everything would be fine (And it was - it was better than "fine!").

Thank you to a couple of other dear friends who also assisted me throughout the night (Don't know if you guys want to be mentioned here - let me know if you do)...with things as simple as reminding me to eat, smile, and enjoy myself.

And thanks to all of you we have a small donation (Every little bit counts!) to make toward relief efforts in Haiti! I'm still figuring this part out - as I want the donation to count as much as possible - but I will let you know as soon as I have the details!

I learned a lot about throwing events this weekend. And despite the moments of anxiety, I think I'm hooked, and ready to do something even bigger & better.

And don't worry! Photos are coming soon!

Friday: A little anxious, but mostly excited

2010-01-29T20:40:00.000-08:00

Sorry for the week long absence! And just before an important event too!

But I am here! And have you noticed something different around here lately?

It's true - HappyLand has received a total makeover thanks to my very very wonderful boyfriend. The background was designed by a friend of mine, and I'll have a link to his other work very very soon. We're still finessing the site, so bear with us - it's a work in progress!

I am busy busy busy tonight, so I can't hang out here for long, but I did make a quick video about some announcements for tomorrow's birthday party!!! Flier & details are located below the video.

I hope you can make it!

(Click for bigger flier)

Details on Facebook, on MySpace, & on Going.

Friday: Steven is my hero

2010-01-22T18:25:00.000-08:00

As I said in the video, I really despise Time Warner, and after a couple of years of dissatisfying service & creeping rates, I've finally switched to AT&T. Naturally, however, the cancellation process is a tangled tangled web, fraught with sneaky charges & strangled information. Not surprisingly, Time Warner & I have been engaged in a small sortie after a bill for $82 showed up after I had returned my modem & paid my remaining balance (& was assured multiple times that was that).

I persisted with them through their live chat support, threatening to file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau (A surprisingly effective weapon). Today I was victorious, not only because I succeeded in totally closing my account, but because I no longer owe them that $82 bill (And rightly so). The process, however, proceeded quite amusingly, and as promised, the transcript is here.

In party news, I really hope you can make it to my birthday party! I have my dress & my shoes, which, by the way, are so cute & so (Surprisingly!) comfortable, and I managed to get them marked down from $89 to $40!

Need a little more coaxing? Then have a listen. Still not convinced? Then listen some more.

See? There you go.

Have a good weekend!

Thursday: The end of a long day

2010-01-21T23:31:00.000-08:00

This morning I almost missed the bus to work, but I ran & waved at the bus driver, and he very kindly waited for me. When I got on board he teased me for running slowly. "I used to run cross country in high school," I said, but then I realized that high school is quickly becoming something very very far away.

This morning is also quickly becoming very very far away, and my, what an awful lot of journeying I did today. But here I am, at my journey's end, about to rest before another day's adventures.

So, I am trying something new out. As to be expected, there are some kinks to work out - if I decide to keep this at all - so bear with me. But. Anyway.

Strangely, HappyLand2007 is already occupied by another user, so 2007HappyLand it is.

Wednesday: Writing

2010-01-21T00:21:00.000-08:00

Have you ever had a dream wherein you have to use your cell phone only to find it totally dysfunctional and incomprehensible? They say that is an entrance into lucid dreaming and from there you can actually control your dimly aware subconscious. That's when they say you should try flying.

One morning I was on the bus on a rather languishing commute to work when, pulling out my cell phone to send a naughty text to my boyfriend, the machine suddenly ceased to make sense. I cycled through the letters, but they failed to form meaning. I looked up all around myself to reassure myself that I was awake and not dreaming. Everything seemed real enough, but when I looked back to the cell phone, it remained utterly useless and eerily dreamlike. I tried the keys again, but the shapes that appeared on the screen were not letters though they recalled a sense of language. They dangled at the edge of comprehension, yet my eyes could not see words nor could my mind properly fix them into place. A ring of panic formed in my forehead, rising in volume, like a TV cutting into static. I looked out the window, grasping at desperate answers while everyone else sat in bored calm around me.

"Maybe I had too much coffee. Maybe my allergy medicine is reacting badly with something. Maybe I didn't cook my eggs all the way through."

I recalled another theory in which death is manifested in some suspension between reality and dreams.

I looked at the cell phone again. The squared shapes now moved of their own accord, flipping through an alien language spoken with a human tongue. The static burned a hole in my forehead and my vision began to vibrate. I watched the phone - I couldn't even tell what time it was. I was sweating.

And then suddenly, a new message appeared, and I could read it - my boyfriend had beat me to the dirty text.

My vision sharpened, my hearing cleared, and all the world sank back into its humming monotony as if nothing had ever happened.

"I think I just had too much coffee this morning."

Or maybe I had entered the dream world through a portal forgotten in reality.

Next time I'll have to see if I can fly.

Writing January 20th 2010

Tuesday: Was not an easy day

2010-01-19T23:24:00.000-08:00

They aren't kidding when they say that it pours when it rains.

Sometimes we encounter days that we must simply relinquish. Sometimes we just have to cut our losses & count our blessings.

Today it rained in Los Angeles (At some points it even poured) and water leaked into my shoes, soaking my tights. A soggy sole is one very good way to have a very bad day. While there was never a moment when I would not be okay, there were many moments when I did not feel okay.

Petty, however, my problems were petty. My teeth cleaning appointment lasted too long, I was late to my part time job, Time Warner (Or the Evil Empire, as I like to call them) is still trying to take my money even though I canceled with them earlier this month - for example. These are petty things in the face of some of the greater adversity that exists in this world, but they are still my obstacles, and though I am aware of their ultimate insignificance, it doesn't make the moments of stress & panic & anxiety any less valid.

But! Here I am, safe & sound, grateful that my problems should be so mild, grateful that I can come home to my own apartment, grateful that I have people in my life with whom I can seek solace, grateful for the Cheshire Cat moon in the sky tonight.

Before I ended my languishing voyage home, I stopped at Trader Joe's to treat myself for coming out on the other end of today with only my mascara smeared. I bought some mint chip ice cream, and at the register, I laughed with the cashier, who appeared equally frayed & exhausted.

"It's been a long day, hasn't it?" I said.

"You had one of them too, huh?"

Again, I laughed, and we exchanged polite farewells. I was comforted to know that I was not the only one for whom the universe seemed slightly askew. Finally pointed home, I tried to photograph the Cheshire Cat moon for you, but had only my point and shoot with me, so it did not turn out very well. You will have to take my word for it.

Now I slowly move toward slumber, the space between my thoughts drifting farther & further apart. Here I am, safe & sound, already miles away from all my mild disasters - soon, I won't even remember.

You know what's the best thing about a bad day?

Tomorrow is guaranteed to be better.

Monday: Birthday (photo) roundup

2010-01-18T23:36:00.000-08:00

Oh my darling ones! What a birthday week I've had! What a birthday month I've hard! I've been twenty-five for only a week, but already it feels like a lifetime. A rather productive lifetime spent devoted to pursuing the things I love, which is a very good sort of lifetime indeed. Still, as you can imagine, an entire lifetime in only seven days leaves one rather tired, and there is still more work to be done.

Before I share a couple of choice birthday photos with you, let me take a moment to tell you just how very thankful I am to have all of you in my life. I am blessed to be surrounded by such tremendously good people - people who have held onto me even when I let go myself. If it weren't for you, I would not be where I am now, so thank you thank you thank you...I hope you will be with me for many more birthdays.

And with that...!

...because you are never too old for an ingulgent MySpace self portrait.

Thank you once again, beautiful friends. I had the happiest birthday ever.

And guess what?

It ain't over yet!

Wednesday: Rain rain, go away

2010-01-13T23:41:00.001-08:00

Well guys, I am officially exhausted.

Since 2010's inception, I have not slept. Or I have slept very very little.

My thirst for life compels me to drink (life) heavily. I think I've got a hangover in my very bones.

A lot of things have changed since last we met. For instance, I'm now twenty-five years old! I have a part time job! I think some other things changed, but right now I am much too tired to recall them. I promise you'll also get a birthday write up.

But in the meantime, please accept this small offering.

Some cities wear their rain well. Los Angeles wears it like a wet dog. It's dirty, it smells, it stares pathetically at you from outside the window. If you let it in, it will shake its mangy coat, shedding smog water and mud. So you let it stay outside, head low, tail drooping, occasionally whining, as you call in a snow day to school or to work and sit huddled up watching Storm Watch 2010, as if an annual half inch of rain might very well be the end of the world.

Writing January 13th 2010

Tuesday: A good breakfast, a good day

2010-01-05T23:48:00.000-08:00

Any day that starts with this...

Eating well is the best revenge.

...is going to be a good day.

And indeed, today was very good.

Do you know what's new in 2010? I have text messaging capabilities. I did not before, but my mother gifted me with it this weekend (She & my father also gifted me with The Village Idiot mug above!). I know I am almost a decade too late to the game, and my friends & family find my new discoveries wildly amusing. Today my mother & I exchanged texts - sometimes my mother does the most adorable things. I told her she should start a Twitter from which she transmits her insights (I think she is very insightful in a charming way), but she texted me that that is "presumptuous," which made me giggle.

I bought my Dearest One an impulsive little gift and it felt good. We sat on the couch & watched a marathon of a Canadian teen drama that you may or may ("not" intentionally excluded) be familiar with. In another act of impulsion, I bought bags of candy to share at Bikerowave.

Twenty-five Januarys ago, I entered this world. It may not have been the choice I would have made for myself, but I am here & I am trying to bide my time on this earth with kindness & generosity. January is a magical month. It is a time of change, a time of energy, a time of resolution & wind & velvety black nights. This January I turn a quarter of a century old - twenty-five in the year two thousand & ten - all lucky numbers, definitely.

But my mother has a funny saying - she says that "Luck is for rabbits." Little does she know that I wear the garnet necklace she bought me once long ago as a good luck charm, garnet being my birthstone. My mother also says to wear red to "Ward off the evil eye." Garnets are red. My grandmother was born in January - January 13th - and I recall that a few Fridays were hers. Now her spirit is released into the world, to cause mischief, to guide the living, to watch over me.

I feel that the omens will be many this month and that the path of my destiny will soon cross a clearing.

I hope I can pass the good energy onto you.

Monday: New Year's Roundup

2010-01-04T21:14:00.000-08:00

2010 is here & how lovely it has been so far.

Any year that begins with lit punch fountains (Alcoholic & Non-Alcoholic), fire dancers, and friends with sunshine in their eyes is going to be a good year - no question about it. I am a firm believer in the power of believing...and so, I shall make 2010 good by virtue of my faith in it to be good.

Despite all its bright goings-ons, 2010 is taking its time, waking like a cat in the late morning light, stretching & yawning & generally indulging itself.

Somewhere between Thursday & today, I myself made a rare trip of indulgence when I took the bus to the Aveda store at the Hollywood & Highland center to part with some of my Christmas cash. Even a non-conformist needs good hair.

From the fare-less bus ride to the bustling first tourist crowd of 2010, my path was littered with omens which sparkled like jewels in the unexpected winter warmth (But I guess that's LA for you). My eyes beheld them & I followed. Some of the omens were like shadows & some of the omens were as obvious as Chakra cards (Of which I selected the blue "Expressive" one). On the bus home I spoke with a man visiting Los Angeles for the first time from Ohio who came to the city to watch the Rose Bowl. "I'm sorry, I don't follow football, but I do hope your team won," I said, and he was only too happy to claim victory. I might have started the day on the wrong side of the bed, but by the end of it, I'd been righted.

New Year's party favor, I see.

It's okay, animals are good luck.

And because we must remember to never take ourselves too seriously.

I may be sick with a cold right now, but it's a minor price for the sensory feast that was New Year's weekend. Even in my ailment, good fortune has come upon me. Perhaps we feasted for future starving times, or perhaps we feasted to celebrate the plentifulness which seems to lie ahead, however it ends up happening, things are going to be good...even when they are bad.

Happy New Year, my beautiful ones.

And look! It's here! Click!

Thursday: Happy New Year's Eve

2009-12-31T13:18:00.000-08:00

New Year's Eve is one of my favorite holidays, and it probably has to do with my penchant for (Cheap) champagne.

I'm feeling much better than I did last night, although still mildly heartbroken over the fact that my Darling One will not be in town to grant me my midnight kiss! Fortunately, however, I have many wonderful friends with whom to celebrate, and though our plans have not yet solidified, I know I will have fun. I just need to think of an outfit!

But first, I must get some work out of the way. Included in that to do list is to wish you a very happy & very safe New Year's Eve!

If you're in Los Angeles tonight, please take advantage of the Metro's twenty-four hour service. I certainly did last year and it was so much fun riding the train with fellow revelers. And if you do go a little overboard and you're stranded with your car, AAA is offering its Tipsy Tow service to everyone.

Or just take a cab! It's cheaper than a DUI and the streets are going to be crawling with cops tonight - don't even risk it!

Thursday: Chew your news: Transgender Basics

2009-12-31T13:07:00.000-08:00

Check out this informative video I came across this morning. I know that it certainly clarified some of my own confusion regarding - and I consider myself a fairly well educated person.

As 2009 draws to a close, I am excited for next year's potential for change, love, and acceptance. I think we can do it!

Wednesday: Nothing much

2009-12-30T22:29:00.000-08:00

Little birds oh little words.

I think I required a little too much reassurance at the Coffee Bean on Sunset. Even though I live close to that neon stretch of Sunset west of La Cienega, I almost never spend any time there. For instance: Did you know that the Whiskey A Go-Go is there? If you did know that it's probably because you don't live here.

I mean, either way, we ended up there by mistake. Every up has its down, otherwise it's just level. The up from Santa Monica Boulevard to Sunset via La Cienega is a climb I'd like to do on my bike - when I finally get rid of this mysterious nagging cough (Swine?). I miss my bicycle.

I don't like to talk about my Dearest One so much on here, but in person, I am neverending. We've had a few very nice days together recently. In fact, the whole world & I have been getting along famously lately, so I don't know why I feel like such a buzz kill today.

I was going to type some writing out for you, but from the looks of it, you & everyone else are still recovering from the holidays, so we'll reconvene in 2010 - shall we? We shall.

Tuesday: Fliers: BiKEROBABES, Heart On

2009-12-29T15:33:00.000-08:00

Last night I went out with friends I had not seen in a while. Had so much fun - maybe a little too much fun as evident by my hangover - but it's not over yet!

Click the fliers for details.

TONIGHT! Tuesday December 29th
at Bikerowave in Mar Vista

Sunday January 3rd
at the Airliner in Highland Park
18+, $5, $3 Newcastles ALL NIGHT
Come out for Heart On's one year anniversary!

Also....

See ya around!

Tuesday: Christmas roundup. Photos: Tranza Fashion Show

2009-12-29T14:57:00.000-08:00

This has been the most magical holiday season ever, and I can tell that 2010 is going to be a tremendous year.

Living in Los Angeles and struggling with my finances, it's easy to watch people flock to the Grove to spend the sort of money I simply don't have and feel negatively. Jealousy & bitterness have spoiled my Christmases past, along with unrealistic expectations for myself & my family, and a self-indulgent loneliness. This negativity originates in a focus on the self, which can blind us to the positivity that surrounds us in abundance.

This year I focused on others and turned my lack of gift funds into an opportunity to help put positive energy into the world. I completed about twenty-four hours of volunteer work and those twenty-four hours made a lifetime of difference. The experience was joyful, gratifying, and transcendent.

But while in the service of others, it is important to recall yourself, and after all the work was done, I found myself lacking in my own personal fulfillment. As if to reward my deeds, karma sent a sign in my direction in the form of an invitation to an impromptu dinner at a friend's house across the street. There I was treated to warmth, delicious food, good company, and even a couple of handmade gifts!

Rubin made this for me! I can now ride with his energy protecting and assisting me!

Feeling the magic & the inspiration, I went home & gathered enough materials from just around my own apartment to create some gifts for my family to give along with handwritten letters regarding the volunteer work I did for them. I even managed to find wrappings for the gifts! In my mind I visualized my sisters and my brother and my parents opening their presents & smiling.

On Tuesday I was asked to photograph the Tranza Fashion Show to benefit Angels of Change. It was so much fun and I got some really good shots.

I couldn't resist jumping into the lights.

Do you see my hand screenprinted scarf? My friend made it for me!

I went to my parents' house for Christmas, and spent time with friends & family. Even my Dearest One came to visit. I was blessed with many amazing & wonderful gifts, including this little hedgehog!

My sister crocheted him for me! How impressive!

It was a truly lovely holiday.

I look forward to the new year and all the adventures (And misadventures) it is sure to bring!

Friday: Happy Holidays!

2009-12-25T00:16:00.000-08:00

Happiest Holidays
from HappyLand!!!

Be joyous, be loving, be safe!

Tuesday: Fliers: BiKEROBABES, Tranza Fashion Show

2009-12-22T17:31:00.000-08:00

Real quick, guys & dolls, cause Yours Truly needs to hit the road, like, now!

But check this out!

(Click on the fliers for more information!)

Tuesday December 22nd
at Bikerowave

Tuesday December 22nd
in West Hollywood
Come out to grab some unique last minute Christmas gifts
& support a great cause!
Yours Truly will be taking pictures!

Come out come out!

I'm feeling the holiday spirit and I am totally excited! Not sure what for, but I am!

See ya around!

Monday: Volunteer roundup

2009-12-21T19:15:00.001-08:00

Oh my goodness gracious, you would not believe how very busy I have been!

My volunteer work is done, and I feel very very good for it.

Thursday night I volunteered with the ENDA phone bank, calling up supporters in Minnesota and asking them to pledge to call their representatives to request a firm yes on the Employment Non-Discrimination Act. ENDA is a bill that is currently in Congress that, when (Hopefully!) passed, will provide protection for lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgendered people in the work place.

Working out of the Equality California offices in Silver Lake, I found myself confronted with a work sheet on Non-Transgender/Non-Transsexual Privilege. I was only borrowing the desk for the evening, but the literature was lying out there, and as I dialed answering machine after answering machine, I couldn't help but read it.

As you can imagine, I am quite open-minded and endlessly accepting, but when faced with some of my own unintentional privilege, I realized that I had never stopped to consider the difficulties that some people face. Among these is the privilege of merely using a women's bathroom or locker room without question, though to be honest, I've used quite a few men's restrooms simply because they were empty and the lines for the women's restrooms were impossibly long. "It ain't nothing I haven't seen before," I'd say to the confused occupants as I marched without hesitation into a stall.

In Los Angeles, it's difficult to believe that we still need to make laws to protect people from, well, other people, but we must never stop striving toward equality. This gift is for my mother, who, as someone I see as a strong feminist despite her own confusion regarding, has imbibed me with a sense of equality and the strength to pursue it.

On Friday I went and helped out with One Voice. I rode my bicycle out to the Santa Monica Airport, where a hangar full of people had come together under one purpose of aid. Alongside strangers who quickly became friends, we packed boxes full of food to deliver to families in need. We assembly lined the boxes into trucks, and it was really encouraging to see a large group of people working together to help others. For a moment we ceased to be individuals, instead we were one energy united under a common goal. When possessed by the right mind, people are capable of great & beautiful things. I had come alone to the giant, glaring hangar filled with music & noise, and at first I was intimidated by the sheer magnitude of effort. But help was needed everywhere, so I simply stepped in, and I felt as though I were relinquishing my identity to the greater good. And it felt good. I told only two people my name, but I smiled & laughed with many more. I helped where a hand was needed, and though no one will remember my face, the families who receive the aid will know my heart.

One Voice was for my kid sister, who usually attends but couldn't make it this year.

On Saturday I drove out quite a distance to pick up a dog from his foster home and bring him to Petco for adoptions for Ace of Hearts. When I had agreed to the task, I had no idea that I would be meeting "Big Mac," a great white Mastiff Bulldog mix. Despite his size and rather homely appearance, he was a sweetheart, well-trained, and perfectly obedient. My favorite parts of the day were driving with him in my car, even as he slobbered all over my windows. While sitting in traffic, other drivers admired him, and I opened the window just enough for him to stick his head out, much to everyone's delight. Walking around with him, I felt protected & safe as people complimented Mac - from a safe distance. It made me realize how much I do love dogs and how much I miss having a dog around. The only real dog is a big dog, and the only way to keep a big dog is to keep a well-trained big dog. It was fun to pretend that he was my dog - maybe one day it will be a reality.

This was for my other sister, who has a way with animals that absolutely mystifies me.

I'm sorry I did not take any pictures. For a photographer, I have very limited evidence of my own life. I think that when it comes to photographs sometimes you end up living through the viewfinder...which is not life at all. I am often too busy getting my hands dirty with experience that I completely forget about the camera.

Tonight I am going to Rubin's house for some holiday cheer. Now that I've given myself to other organizations, it's time to take a little (Secular) Christmas for myself.

Thursday: Just stopping by

2009-12-17T23:46:00.000-08:00

So vacation was very lovely. Too short, as usual, and I am typically exhausted from it.

This winter may be the first that I don't visit San Francisco, which is a very very sad thing to me. I really love that city and it had become part of my personal tradition to put some flowers in my hair and make the journey north to leave my heart there. It's not that I don't have the means to - in fact, the potential visiting conditions are rather favorable - I simply do not have the (Gas) money to go. Hopefully I can make it there in the spring.

Today I jumped from vacation right back into volunteering, this time I devoted three hours to the ENDA phone bank. Tomorrow I will be packing food in a hangar at the Santa Monica airport and Saturday I will get to play with some puppies.

And then and then and then...well, who knows what then.

But for now, a glass of red wine and much-needed vacation from my vacation.

Oh &....

Monday: Volunteer weekend roundup

2009-12-14T22:12:00.000-08:00

Oh my goodness, what a weekend.

So I kicked off my holiday gift giving with Help-Portrait on Saturday. Though the rain diminished our turn out it allowed us to really spend time with each guest, and it was really rewarding to watch everyone behold their photographs and smile. Who knew that a beautiful picture could mean so much?

I also got a chance to meet and socialize with fellow photographers in Los Angeles, and overall, it was a thoroughly positive day.

Just check out the video below and let yourself enjoy the warm fuzzy feelings. (Bonus points if you can spot me!)

Help-Portrait L.A. 12.12.09 from Paul Huynh on Vimeo.

Came home from a full day to rest a little and then I was back out, once again armed with my camera. I hit up the Unknown Theater for Big Lovin' Panda's record release show to help equip & man their time lapse installation. The show was a tremendous success.

With a wonderful gift from Tony, I set up my camera to take a photograp every five seconds throughout the night. The idea was to replicate the Trinkets album art with contributions from the audience and the camera would capture its evolution. I can't wait to see the photographs edited into a video - don't worry, I'll make sure to share it with you.

I got home late and then stayed up even later for no good reason, so I didn't wake until sometime after noon on Sunday. Which left me with very little time to get ready to ride out to Pershing Square for Food Not Bombs, a minimalist anarchist approach to feeding the hungry. They rescue food that would otherwise be thrown away by grocery stores to prepare wholesome vegetarian meals, which are then handed out on the streets. We served a small group at Pershing Square and then ventured to Skid Row to finish.

I've been through Skid Row on foot before, but it's really a surreal experience to be down there on your bicycle on a chilly December night with a pot of vegetable stew in front of you and a ladle in your hand. It is seriously another world over there, a world so separate that it's created its own language, its own law, its own society. Food Not Bombs is a pretty bare operation which runs with no permits, no sponsorship, and no law. For three hours I was taken out of my element - and no matter how far from mainstream society you live, it is still a shock.

And I hope that's not my privilege showing.

This Thursday I am giving my time to the Employment Non-Discrimination Act phone bank, on Friday I am volunteering with One Voice, and on Saturday I am helping with Ace of Hearts' adoptions at Petco.

I always knew that volunteer work is a really rewarding way to spend your time, but during the holidays, more than ever, it's really helped me "feel the spirit." Since I don't own a television, don't listen to the radio, and have no money to spend at the mall, I feel that I've been able to enjoy the holidays without all the advertised pressure. The emphasis is not on gifts, but on giving, and feeling a certain warmth & generosity toward my fellow man. In the service of others, I have felt a genuine holiday cheer, and once I am done with my "gifts," I look forward to spending some time with my family, for whom I feel a new kind of love & appreciation this year. I hope to continue volunteering for different organizations in the coming months.

Emerging from the Metro station to a Pershing Square twinkling with light and uncharacteristically populated with folks enjoying the temporary ice skating rink, I was struck by a strange notion. With my pink bicycle at my side and walking with some uncertainty toward my destination, I felt very small and the world felt very big. In fact, the world felt reassuringly large and I felt peacefully insignificant. I was then overcome by a sense of awe and then a sense of magic, and for a moment, everything in the universe seemed exactly as it ought to, and I was exactly where I was supposed to be at exactly the right time.

But as we know, all work & no play makes Liz a very dull girl indeed, so Yours Truly is going on vacation tomorrow & Wednesday, and as such, you shall see neither hide nor hair of me.

I hope you will not miss me too much!

Wednesday: Fliers: Big Lovin' Panda record release show!

2009-12-09T21:40:00.000-08:00

Friends! I have wonderful wonderful news for you!

This weekend my good friends Big Lovin' Panda are celebrating the release of their of very first album, Trinkets, with a show this Saturday night at The Unknown Theater right here in Hollywood!

Besides sets from the Panda, Red Circle Underground, and Beatnick Jr., the show will feature an interactive creative piece in which guests are invited to bring a trinket of their own to contribute to an installation modeled after the album's cover art.

So please come join Yours Truly for an evening of art & music!

Click the flier for more information.

Saturday December 12th
All ages, $7

You can find out more about the band and listen to a sneak peek of one of the tracks off the album here.

Hope to see you there!

Monday: Calling all artists! Fliers: BIKEROBABES!

2009-12-07T20:54:00.000-08:00

What a very photo-heavy weekend that was!

Took the booth out for its first run ever...and I must say, there are some kinks to work out, but overall it went well! Photos will be up soon!

Tomorrow night make sure to come out to my second photobooth run at BiKEROBABES! Come get a photo with your beloved bicycle!

Click on the flier for more information!

Tuesday December 8th

By the way, I am looking for Alice in Wonderland themed art by wome(y)n artists for my birthday party January 30th! If this includes you or someone you know, email me at Happy.Land.2007@gmail.com and we'll talk!

I hope you are keeping that date open, because it is going to be a mad mad evening!

Thursday: Have yourself a HappyLand Christmas

2009-12-03T23:05:00.001-08:00

Tonight I went to a meeting for one of my Christmas gifts and I am so excited! The Help-Portrait event is going to be a wonderful experience. I hope my brother enjoys the gift!

I am also going to volunteer at One Voice with my kid sister. So not only will I get to help those in need, I will also get to spend some time with her, and that's the best gift we could give each other.

For my other sister, I am looking into volunteering at an animal shelter. I would love the chance to be around animals. I love cats and dogs, but due to economical and residential restrictions, I cannot have one of my own. I think it's important to be around animals because they have a special energy, and they teach us about kindness, patience, and love.

I know I will help with Food Not Bombs one Sunday, and for my dad, I think I will do an extra shift at Bikerowave, but I don't know what to do for my mom yet. I think it should somehow involve art and children...maybe something to do with theater. Any suggestions?

I am also still looking for something LGTBQ related to do in December, so let me know if you've got something!

I know that times are tough for everyone right now, and Christmas can be particularly burdening beneath the push to buy buy buy, but just remember that the most valuable gift you have to give is your time...and to some people, your time can mean a lot. Whether it's volunteer work or just taking an afternoon with your family or a close friend, I think that if we all concentrate on each other, this year will prove to be the most bountiful.

Have yourself a HappyLand Christmas!

After all, all I want for Christmas is you!

Mariah Carey - All I Want For Christmas Is You (Official Music V - Celebrity bloopers here

Yes, I recognize the irony in posting the above video, but come on, suspend your cynicism and give in to one of the best songs ever created.

And no, my love for Mariah Carey is not intended ironically.

Wednesday: Fliers: DANCEiSM, Drag-Baby, Heart On!

2009-12-02T19:57:00.000-08:00

Oh me oh my! What fun there is in store to pass the weekend by!

Come on now, you know the drill - click on the fliers to get your information fill!

Tired of bouncers herding you around? Waiting an hour in line to get into an empty club? Sucky DJs? An unhappy vibe?

Well, cats & kittens, then DANCEiSM is for you!

If you're in the USC area, make sure to take advantage of the free shuttle between the campus and the venue! Drink, ride, and be safe - it's better than being sorry.

Friday December 4th at the Echoplex in Echo Park
$10 with RSVP, 18+, 21+ to drink

So the New York State Senate is a bunch of Grinches, but we won't let them rain on our parade down in Drag-ville!

Come out and define gender by your terms, and make sure to smile when I point my camera at you!

Saturday December 6th at MJ's in Silver Lake
$15 at the door, $12 in drag

And last - but certainly not least - is that a gun in your pocket, or have you just got a Heart On?

Come out for the grand unveiling of my brand new photobooth!

Sunday December 6th at the Airliner in Highland Park
$5, 18+, 21+ to drink
$3 Newcastles ALL NIGHT (Oh shit!) & $3 "Heart Ons" (Vodka cranberry) until 11pm

Be there or be square!

Tuesday: A Merry Little Christmas

2009-12-01T15:41:00.000-08:00

Like many Americans (And many many Californians!), I do not have a job this holiday season. Apart from a brief bout of unemployment back when I was fresh out of college, this is the first time in six years that I do not have a job, part-time or otherwise.

As a result, I have no money to buy gifts with.

But!

I do have lots of time.

In our current economic situation, to go into debt over presents is foolish, and the heavy advertising push toward consumerism is insulting. I think that this year, more than ever, people will rediscover the gift of family and friendship.

So for Christmas (In a totally secular way), Yours Truly will be giving her time to charitable events in December, with each event selected with a loved one in mind. I hope to then write a card to each person, describing my volunteer work.

I recently found the best gift for my father & kid brother. The idea behind Help Portrait is simple, yet beautiful. On December 12th, professional photographers will gather all over the world to take portraits of those who have the least this year. The idea is to send parents home with cherished photos of their children, as well as capture moments of beauty - both within & without.

I know, at first I could not understand how a photograph could help someone when there are more pressing basic needs. But just take a look at this video and it will become apparent the significance of a beautiful portrait and the accompanying portrait process.

It's incredible, huh?

As you can imagine, I am tremendously excited for this opportunity to put positive energy into the world this holiday season.

In prior years, this time of the year has proved a great downer for me, when I've often felt alone and sad. As a result, I don't let myself feel the warm glowing cheer that inevitably permeates the air (I don't know how it happens, but it's always there!). But this year I am going to make an effort to remain positive, and I think that giving my time to others will help this Grinch heart grow and grow and grow, and hopefully the growth will never stop!

I am still looking for other events to volunteer at this December, so please send me suggestions!

Speaking of volunteer work, come on down to Bikerobabes tonight!

Monday: Photobooth, Fliers

2009-11-30T23:43:00.000-08:00

Oh my, what a wonderful and unexpected Thanksgiving that was!

As you know, last week I was ill, so I surrendered to the promise of comfort, relaxation, and food offered at my parents' house, and let my mother and my father come rescue me from my sickbed and whisk me away to a land of milk and pumpkin pie.

Don't ask me how - for it was a miracle of mis-communication - but six pies ended up in the kitchen. Pie for breakfast, pie for lunch, and pie for dinner - just the boost in consumption that my immune system needed. I spent my days lounging and dozing, and I even indulged in a fair bit of television. In conclusion, I find the show House infuriatingly charming.

I spent time conversing with each of my siblings, and let me tell you, it's an experience when we all start to "grow up." I am beginning to feel old. It is silly, but true!

I hope your weekends were equally as relaxing, however you chose to spend the holiday.

I have been diligently working on hammering out the details of my photobooth. Here are the latest test shots starring Yours Truly - who, as you can see, is not very good at posing.

There are still some kinks that I am ironing out, but I am pleased and loving this process! My first club run is this weekend, and I will get you the flier for that soon.

In the meantime, allow me to pique your interest with this.

"What is it?" you ask.

Well, that is for me to know...and for you to steadily find out.

(But trust me it is something you will not want to miss!)

Wednesday: Fliers: Drag-Baby!

2009-11-25T10:18:00.000-08:00

Hey darlings!

My goodness gracious, where oh where did November go? It has been such a busy month full of decisions, excitement, and revelations. For the first time in a while, I feel positively toward the upcoming holiday season.

Kick off the holiday cheer with this fabulous upcoming event!

Click on the flier for more information.

Saturday December 5th
Yours Truly will be photographing throughout the event, so please come out and bring your pretty smile!
It's not too late to get your $10 pre-sale tickets!

See you there!

Tuesday: Photos: Photobooth experiments

2009-11-24T22:49:00.000-08:00

All of your positive energy must be working because while my throat is still bothering me, it is manageable, and I expect a full recovery by the end of the week. Dinner with my parents certainly helped, where I was treated to sushi.

So I have gathered all the pieces of my photobooth and have been having fun playing with it. I initially had only myself to experiment on, but then I found myself a willing participant. I have to figure out what to do about that lens flare, but I have some ideas.

Portrait photography is certainly a different way of thinking, and I think I like it. I love taking a beautiful photo, but more than a beautiful photo, I like a photo that captures a certain look, a certain gesture, a certain startling revelation caught as an insect in amber to age in a golden light.

Also I just like being silly.

Just me, myself, and I.

Sick in bed or sick in the head?

Just who do I think I am???

....awww.

Your chance to jump in the booth is coming up! So stay tuned!

Monday: Photos: We Fit When We Were Kids

2009-11-23T12:29:00.000-08:00

So I was well enough this weekend to get through Friday night, but, rather unfortunately, I fell ill on Sunday and could not make it out to the show at The Smell. It seems, however, that many of you attended, and I hope you had fun!

The party at the Malo Funhouse was tremendously fun. The highlight of the evening, quite unsurprisingly, was Michael Nhat's performance, which had him standing on a chair over an audience moving with glee.

Everyone looked so lovely. We were even visited by a pair of box people. There was a good vibe of genuine fun and I'm so happy that Liz (Not me!) invited me out.

(Click on the photos to see the rest of the set.)

I managed to catch a moment of beautiful light.

All the pieces of my photobooth set up are about to be assembled. I am very excited to start working and making this dream happen. My first event with the booth will be Sunday December 6th at Heart On. Saturday night you can catch me as a roaming photographer at BENT's Drag-Baby! - so mark your calendars.

In the meantime, send me some well-wishes of health!

Friday: Photos: The Trevor Project Counselor Social

2009-11-20T19:30:00.000-08:00

In case you didn't know, HappyLand has officially gone into business. HappyLand's primary service is event and party photography, with a photobooth coming very very soon (In fact, if you're curious, my first photobooth gig is December 6th, stay tuned for further details!). HappyLand provides additional creative services such as writing, artwork, and event planning. Besides creating a superb product, HappyLand strives to operate with a unique vision of beauty, love, and positivity, with a specific fondness for the underground scene here in Los Angeles. So if you are in need of a photographer, have a look at my work and get in touch with me. Rates start at $50 for a four hour event.

The omens all seemed to be pointing in this direction, and I'd be a fool to ignore them. I seem to be correct, because the very moment I decided to go into business for myself, I received two phone calls from friends for photo gigs!

Last weekend I was asked to come photograph The Trevor Project's Counselor Social. The Trevor Project is a truly wonderful organization that provides "crisis and suicide prevention efforts for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) youth" and "operates the only accredited, nationwide, around-the-clock crisis and suicide prevention helpline for LGBTQ youth." So if you ever need someone to talk to, please don't hesitate to call.

It was a very lovely evening, and it's touching to know that there are so many selfless, generous, kind, and giving people in a world that is often cruel to those who are "different." The night was filled with warm greetings, laughter, fun, stories of tragedy and stories of triumph. I'm honored to have been in the presence of these people and to be allowed to contribute in my small way. I tried to capture that in my photographs, though the setting posed some challenges. I think I succeeded.

In this season of giving, please consider The Trevor Project, and give to someone's future.

And while you're in the giving spirit, come out to the Food Not Bombs benefit show this Sunday at The Smell!

Thank you for reading and I hope you all have restful, fun, safe weekends!

Wednesday: Writing

2009-11-18T23:00:00.000-08:00

When this air sets upon me, I begin to feel the pull north. And I long for those days...those yellow leaves strewn on the green law, the little pathway to your house, the one year I drove up and pulled up to the curb and there you were.

That house is gone now, but what am I supposed to do with these memories? I have tried everything that I thought possible: I have set them on fire, I have tidied them away in a shoebox under my bed, I have ignored them, and now, I try to make them into something I hope will last forever. Here, within these words, I try to somehow revive you, to place you in some wordy formaldehyde, to preserve you, to display you.

For what exactly? Like the specimens we used to ogle on our stoned ramblings through the museum - I am not sure what you are anymore. You are a placard which reads something about my past, a past that is now so ancient it seems unworldly. And so I stare into your eyes, the color clouded. Your mouth is agape in thick liquid, your skin is gray. What are you? You are some prehistoric fish thought extinct but caught off the coast of the Amazon, a relic of a past so far away your skeleton seems impossible. Maybe I have put the bones together wrong.

Is this what you looked like? I attempt to reconstruct you from damaged fragments. I paint you up in gory lights, I furnish you with fake plants, I say, "This is what he looked like in 2003 BC." But what was that time really? Like the pipe we shattered on the campus grounds that night, these are only pieces, shards of memory forever expanding and expanding and expanding, like the stars across the universe, growing growing growing with one deep inhale, and then exhale, and then--!

If I could see your mother one last time I would kiss her hands and say how sorry I am because I did not know the gift I had before me. And even if I lived it again, I would never know it, even now I cannot know it, unknowing is the greatest symptom of youth, and it is unknowing that makes one youthful. If I were to unlearn myself, could I learn you again?

We drank so much that I cannot remember the darkness, only that sometimes, there are gaping holes in my memory-head, and my anxious mind attempts to reconnect those holes with something else, to string them together in some strange, fast narrative. This ancient fish they promised me once lived, but is now dead, and floating in chemicals beneath a sheet of glass, reeking from halfway across the room, reeking of suspended decay. You, this fish, your eyes clouded, your mouth open around your final breath, the tips of your fingers breaking off. And every year they move you, and you shift in the formaldehyde, and another piece breaks off. Your skin is so faded that I can see your veins, I can see inside of you, you are organs devoid of life. You, the works of body, the day you greeted me at the front and I sketched the muscles, and then we walked we walked we walked....

...across the campus at golden hour, the golden hour in my head, dripping like honey into the honeycombs of my brain, fitting the false pieces into the receptors of my brain, and feeling the glow of a world reborn around me - the first time I did shrooms. We walked arm and arm together, you told me about the steeds who steer the sun. I whispered to you about a language without words and how I named the animals, and the trees, and the buildings, and all the things before me as if this were the creation of Narnia, the creation of the World, the creation of Nirvana. And indeed that world grew and died before me a hundred times, as it grows and dies now, and the way...the way you said I held you and the frozen flowers in your back burst at my touch...and you and I were dying. We were dying.

How I read your private words, and swallowed them, and longed and longed to love you, but fell short. We burned the candle at both ends, we melted the wax on our bare skin, we burned each other, we hurt each other, we lost the thread, we lost the cookie crumb trail leading to the gingerbread house up north in that golden town, that little island in the bay, across the bridge, right next to Oakland.

And so what do I do with these memories? Here, I have tried to turn them into words. But the words are inherently empty because my heart is selfish, and a liar. I have thrown these words around just to confuse you, just to confuse myself, just to cleanse myself - unholy - at the altar of what? Of art? There is nothing more falsely sacred. There is nothing more falsely sacred than the impassioned love of youth.

My Romeo, my Juliet, my Coelacanth, I bid you adieu adieu adieu.

Writing November 18 2009

This is not my photo. I found it on coolislandsong24's Flickr. Nor is it a Coelacanth...it's the Megamouth Shark the Coelacanths share a display case with, which is the image I had been thinking of.

Wednesday: Fliers: We Fit When We Were Kidz, Food Not Bombs Benefit Show

2009-11-18T12:23:00.000-08:00

Hey guys!

So, there's a pretty rad weekend ahead of you! Check it out!

Click the fliers for more information.

Friday November 20th
Photos provided by Yours Truly!

Sunday November 22nd
Come out and support a great cause!
Free Scoops ice cream & Bicycle Bread Co loaves! Yum!

See ya around!

Tuesday: Music: CLASSIC US LP review

2009-11-17T17:07:00.000-08:00

As you know, I am a big fan of CLASSIC US, the stubbornly aloof electronic duo whose MySpace claims they hail from Las Vegas and "Occasionally the Outerworld, USA." Their consistent evasion of further identification inevitably evokes comparison with another famously shy French electronic pair, and while CLASSIC US has not yet conquered the world in a magnificent flying pyramid, there might be some humble genius behind their stranger strategy.

When they asked me to review their brand new LP, I couldn't help but agree to. Sure, I hoped to find out more about them, but when asked to recount their creation story, I got a neat "No comment." And so all I am left with are these seven tracks and my imagination. And you know what? I think it's better this way.

For starters, I totally agree with Felix Da Housecat's Bopper Nation review, which recommends "turning the dial to 12 on the amplifier" and "blowing out those speakers" because "the sound of this music on high volume is well worth the risk." If this music does not surround you, then it cannot properly tell its story - and it is a story that is surprisingly subtle and well-crafted despite its hard, almost industrial surface.

Living with the album as I have for the past month, I've discovered that it is great cycling music, and as I crossed the sprawling city of Los Angeles, a transportation renegade on two wheels, I imagined myself a sort of Mad Max in Bladerunner's dirty, grungy, media-saturated, and occasionally breathtaking LA. When I mentioned this to CLASSIC US, they told me that they strove to melt their love of "old cult films, Sci-Fi flicks, techno, rock, and partying" down into a sleek, shiny musical alloy. It worked.

As the LP opens with the epically titled "Dead Goliath," we are introduced to our new world, which is - naturally - some lost, barren post-apocalyptic scene. In the distance rises a burning red sun, and as we move in, a great behemoth space vessel appears on the horizon, looming over us like the Star Destroyer in Star Wars. There is something ominous and menacing about it. As the story's reluctant heroes, we come crashing into our destiny with "Moonstruck."

The tracks progress exactly as you hope they will, unfolding a story of adventure, space battles, pursuits, momentary defeat, and a final showdown on the roaring "Death Express." The LP, which took CLASSIC US more than a year to record over twelve monthly sessions, features an overall textured, dirty electronic sound accented with elements of rock, techno, and industrial, which calls to mind Justice's equally epic "Genesis." The LP's heavy sound is contrasted with some rather nuanced production and mixing, and that's where the max volume becomes a delightful treat as little touches of sound effects, atmosphere, movement, and space reveal themselves.

But as the "Death Express" rolls off into infinity, the steady, lumbering percussion and heavy keyboard of "Out" fizzles into an uncertain static, and we are left wondering if our heroes made it out alive...or if we must wait for the sequel, since, after all, every good epic story usually comes in a trilogy.

So where will CLASSIC US' second act go? Like The Empire Strikes Back, will we find ourselves in the midst of a mission gone terribly awry, or will some new surprise be unveiled? Either way I am down for the ride.

The CLASSIC US LP is available for purchase through their MySpace page.

Death Express - CLASSIC US

Monday: Fliers: BIKEROBABES

2009-11-16T20:48:00.000-08:00

While drinking in the middle of the day might seem like a very inviting idea - and it was quite inviting - the problem is that today I made my Dark and Stormy a little too...well, dark, and very very stormy. I managed to get a lot of important things done today (Cleaned my apartment, put t-shirt orders in the mail, bought groceries, did my laundry, deposited a check, wrote some emails), but see, now I think that very inviting midday Dark and Stormy (On a rather sunny day) has invited a rather sludgy hangover. And so my to-do list stands mockingly incomplete. Drat.

But I have not come here empty-handed! In fact, I want to tell you about how last week's BIKEROBABES went tremendously well! We served several customers, both ladies and lads, and the fellas donned dresses and skirts to express their support for women in the shop. I learned about removing cogs and brushed up on my wheel truing skills. So thank you to all you BIKEROBABES&BOYS! Now get ready for Round Two!

Tuesday November 17th
at Bikerowave!

I have a lot of neat stuff in store for the rest of the week - including a music review and some rad upcoming events - so stay tuned!

In the meantime, got some Polaroids hanging around? Why not show them! There's an open call for Polaroids for a show in January - get on it!

Friday: Buy some HappyLand: The Ride A Bike shirts are officially on sale!

2009-11-13T14:31:00.001-08:00

They're heeerrrreee!

The Ride A Bike shirts are now officially on sale! The patches will be available for purchase later today!

Click here to order and for more details!

Friday: Music post: Make Moon

2009-11-13T12:00:00.000-08:00

Alright, because I missed a couple days in the middle of the week, I am making it up to you with not one, ~~but two music posts today!~~ Okay, maybe that was a bit ambitious, but hey! I did post my rad new shirts!

As I wrote this (Because I wrote it late Wednesday night, actually) Yours Truly enjoyed one of her best imbibe-able creations yet: Trader Joe's blood orange soda mixed with the Two Buck Chuck Merlot - a little more soda than wine, serve in a wine glass with ice, and add a slice of fruit if available (Something orange or yellow-colored). I suppose it was my version of a - as a friend put it - "Recession Sangria."

A good friend of mine offered some reassurance recently, telling me that in the midst of some trying times, she read through my blog, meditated, and felt better. I'm not trying to brag, I'm just saying that it's nice to know that my blog can have a positive effect on someone. I strive to make this a positive place, because in my experience, positivity is far more useful in our lives. So I'm glad that I could help!

So keeping in that vein, I'd like to talk about a band that I've had the pleasure to become acquainted with recently. They are called Make Moon and I first encountered them at a VOICEsVOICEs show at Mr T's Bowl a couple months ago. I think I handed their manager, Carlos, a flier for another show, and contact was made. Unfortunately, they were forced to cancel their spot at the Silverlake Lounge on Monday, however, I met with Carlos and among all the things we discussed, we talked about Make Moon. Since the band is currently refocusing their attention, I figured now was the ideal time to profile them here. They are, as they love to say it, "good people," and here at HappyLand, good people are celebrated.

In fact, Make Moon is such a chill, easygoing band, that I was completely unaware just how accomplished they already are since their formation in late 2007 (Right around the time HappyLand was established). Its initial members were childhood friends Drew Morgan - who provides vocals - and Tyler Ellis, the band's bass guitarist. Drew then ran into Eric Scullin at a show featuring their respective bands, and upon meeting again at a cafe, Scullin joined as a vocalist, guitarist, and pianist. Kevin Bleitz was introduced to the band at a party, and after becoming a fan, and then briefly their manager, he auditioned to be Make Moon's drummer.

Since then, the Newport Beach based band has formed a somewhat cultish fanbase through their sophisticated, well-developed sound and truly enchanting live shows, which often feature visual performances from artists Erica Gibson and Brian Brinkerhoff, and occasional musical guest appearances by Ryan Sorenson. After playing film festivals, house parties, college campuses, art-houses, underground warehouse parties, and more mainstream venues such as the Troubadour in Hollywood and even an appearance on FOX Australia, Make Moon took themselves on a self-booked, self-funded UK tour. Shows at the Dublin Castle and Barfly in Camden earned them international fans, including friendships with notable figures in the local scene.

In addition to an upcoming full length album, Make Moon can also boast a series of live recording sessions beginning in January 2008. The songs, recorded in a 2,400 square foot metal hangar, include the sort of world ambiance that most production would try to remove. But it's these elements - such as falling rain, sirens, and passing trains - that sets Make Moon apart in their pursuit of a textured, melodic, and visceral experience that is simultaneously real and surreal.

These tracks were passed around on a demo under a couple trial names until the group settled on Make Moon, and in June 2009, the freshly christened band released a five song EP in the UK simply entitled EP. EP was distributed through makemoonrecords.com, iTunes, roughtraderecords.com, and Rough Trade Records' two London locations, and supported with their London tour.

Carlos was kind enough to send me a copy of EP, and indeed, the record is delightfully dark, velvety, and burgundy - the perfect autumn wine to accompany these brooding winter days. When I saw them at Mr T's Bowl, I was unexpectedly struck by their rich sound, and easily immersed in the Make Moon world.

So settle in with a warm cup of tea on a grey LA day and take a trip with Make Moon.

Photo by Damion D

Wine And Grapes - Make Moon

Thursday: HappyLand for sale: RIDE A BIKE!

2009-11-12T22:20:00.000-08:00

I know I already posted today, but I went and screenprinted the RIDE A BIKE design tonight and they came out so well that I just had to show you!

I have ten shirts available! Five are a men's small v-neck, but they are pretty much unisex. The other five are men's large crew neck. They were printed by hand with the utmost love by Yours Truly, and it is this personal touch that makes each shirt as unique as you are.

There are also some neat patches available - instead of throwing away my practice prints, I figured I might provide you with an opportunity to let your imagination go wild. You can sew them onto anything: vests, hoodies, bags...the possibilities are endless!

I have to set up shop, but the shirts will be available for $15.00 and the patches for $3.00. Prices include shipping and handling.

With the holidays right around the corner, these DIY shirts are the perfect gift for your cycling friend. Get even more DIY and get a patch, sew it onto something, and give someone a present that no one else will have!

I hope everyone is warm and dry out there tonight!

Thursday: Open call!: INSTANT GRATIFICATION

2009-11-12T14:55:00.001-08:00

Hey all you hipsters!

I know you've got your stocks of discontinued Polaroid film desperately stored in your refrigerators and a drawer full of charmingly precious white-bordered photos of your friends, so why don't you make yourself part of something bigger and submit to ISM's INSTANT GRATIFICATION show and let your retro creations see a little light?

The show originally exhibited at the Hibbleton Gallery in Orange County in August and was such a success that it is now coming to Los Angeles - and they need even more Polaroids!

Check out this video from the Orange County edition and click here for information on submitting or attending the LA show in January. Yours Truly will have three Polaroids on display, so make sure to check out the ISMcommunity Twitter for their one-a-day Polaroid sneak preview.

Tuesday: Fliers: (Guerrilla!) Bikerobabes

2009-11-10T16:30:00.000-08:00

So this is something I have not spoken enough about on here.

As you may or may not know, I volunteer at a community bike shop called Bikerowave. A few months ago a group of us founded a women and transgender only night every Tuesday called Bikerobabes. The night, for whatever reasons, never quite took off as it should have, so the Bikerowave board decided to can it, much to the ire of those of who had come to know and love Bikerobabes' safe space.

But maybe it was just the kick to the balls that we needed (Pun intended), because now we are fired up and ready to revive Bikerobabes...even if it is through more guerrilla means.

So while Tuesday nights are technically now open to men, we plan on taking the night back through sheer numbers!

Come on - what are you waiting for?

(Drawing by Yours Truly!)

See ya there!

Monday: Fliers: Make Moon

2009-11-09T10:51:00.000-08:00

Hey all! Come out tonight for a fabulous show tonight in Silverlake.

Make Moon is the perfect Monday night music to sweeten your upcoming work week. So stop on by for a drink and some easy, dreamy music. You can find out more about Make Moon here.

Tonight at the Silverlake Lounge

Friday: Food!

2009-11-06T07:09:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's true, I've been aloof these past couple of days, and to make up for it, I am providing you with an early Friday morning post to help get you going. Also I fell asleep very early last night - probably from a combination of allergy and pain medication (But trust me, it's all right). Thank goodness it's Friday indeed!

I used to say that I hate cooking, but I've recently experienced a strange change of heart. In all fairness, it is not true cooking, but I have been using the oven more and the microwave less (Although that might be because I don't own a toaster). Ovens really frighten me, actually, and I am not sure why.

Most of my ingredients are meals from Trader Joe's that I've become bored with and have dressed up in new and interesting ways. Some of my favorite things right now are lemons, heirloom tomatoes, cucumber slices, spinach, and mint. I've had some major accomplishments this week and I would like to show them to you.

This is the Pizza Margherita with papaya and mango salsa and slices of Tofurky Italian Sausage - it is vegetarian. It has a zesty, spicy, sweet flavor, like a Hawaiian Pizza.

I know I showed you this one before, but it bears repeating. It is another Pizza Margherita with spinach, (Fake) Italian Sausage, and sliced mini heirloom tomatoes. It is delicious with a glass of red wine and has a "greener" taste (The tomatoes are my favorite part).

Last night we played an imagination game where I owned and operated a restaurant called California Cafe. This sandwich was the main inspiration and it contains humus, spinach, avocado, and prosciutto with a zest of lemon on a toasted French roll. We said that maybe the restaurant serves "NorCal versus SoCal" food, and this sandwich would be on the NorCal menu. Its SoCal counterpart is two slices of prosciutto between layers of papaya and mango salsa on another toasted French roll, which I made last night but did not take a photo of.

I served this "NorCal Avocado Sandwich" with a glass of iced Yerba Mate tea and some milk chocolate wafers. We learned last night that it is difficult deciding the names of food. My companion in this endeavor suggested we name it after the fellow who discovered LSD...because "humus is for hippies."

This was my post-Halloween hangover meal: A strange combination of corn bread topped with boysenberry jam and a sprig of mint, heirloom tomatoes dressed with olive oil and rice vinegar and salt and pepper, and a refreshing glass of Reed's Ginger Beer.

In my not-so-humble opinion, Reed's Ginger Beer ought to be consumed in only one way: In a nice glass, with ice, and a slice of lemon. You may add rum for an exceptionally exquisite Dark and Stormy. Part of me is curious to add cinnamon.

I know I have shown you this before, but it is my favorite decadent breakfast of Tazo Awake tea (With mint and lemon and sage honey) and a slice of corn bread with boysenberry jam and the usual mint.

Speaking of decadence, it is important to treat yourself, and to treat yourself well. This is a slice of Trader Joe's Chocolate Cloud Cake (Something like that), on a plate drizzled with buckwheat honey and adorned with a mint leaf. I had this treat with a cup of hot Yerba Mate tea, but a cup of black coffee is another excellent companion.

Last night on our walk home (Because the bus broke down and the air was right for a three mile jaunt), we stopped at Gelson's for an avocado. Well, I couldn't help myself, and bought two very big, very beautiful heirloom tomatoes that I am excited to bake and eat tonight. I also bought a bottle of rose water and I am very excited to play with it. Last night I started off by adding just a drop to a glass of water, ice, and a lemon slice. It was really a very delicate, delicious treat, and very lovely to look at!

Happy Friday!

Tuesday: Chew your news: Mandeville Canyon trial, People Powered Movement Photo Contest, IN TRANSIT

2009-11-03T10:32:00.000-08:00

Yesterday Dr. Christopher Thomas Thompson was found guilty of assaulting two cyclists riding down Mandeville Canyon Road in Los Angeles. On July 4th, 2008, in what can only be called a display of extreme road rage, Thompson cut off and then abruptly braked in front of cyclists Ron Peterson and Christian Stoehr, sending Peterson flying through the rear window of the doctor's red Infinity. Specifically, Thompson was found guilty of six felonies: "two counts each of assault with a deadly weapon and battery with serious bodily injury as well as reckless driving causing specified injury and mayhem. He was also convicted of misdemeanor reckless driving." He faces up to ten years in prison, but with no prior criminal record, Thompson will probably receive less at his sentencing on December 3rd. He is currently in custody without bail. The debate remains regarding the cyclists' behavior that day, but there is no excuse for Thompson's reaction.

While I am relieved - and quite honestly, shocked - to see the consequences fall as I believe they should, I am sad that someone had to go to the emergency and I am sad that someone has to go to jail. Please be kind to each other out there...and when someone does something unfavorable to you, do not react with anger. An unkind person deserves only your pity, not your ire. After all, negativity is not worth your very valuable time.

We must move on to more positive things now, so, my fellow cyclists, it's time to express your love of commuter cycling with a photo contest from the Alliance for Biking & Walking! The People Powered Movement Photo Contest is calling for high quality photos of folks biking and walking as part of their everyday lives. The grand prize is a ten day all expense paid bike tour of Tuscany! Check the website for more details! The deadline is December 11th! Good luck!

And speaking of movement, please take a moment to check out this project from artist Jonathan Dueck, who needs help completing his 16mm films presented by IN TRANSIT.

Collaborating with I Heart Lung, Chad VanGaalen, Deneir, and Son Lux, Dueck spliced together twenty short films from his creatively deconstructed 16mm. The project was supposed to be released on DVD through an American record label, but, unfortunately, due to certain circumstances, Dueck must now design, produce, and manufacture the DVDs on his own.

I know that under our current economic situation, it's difficult to find that spare money to give, but the holidays are coming up, and Dueck needs $2600 by December 25th, and what better way to get into the spirit than with a little bit of art and culture? So check out the Kickstarter site and really reconsider those next two Starbucks!

Thanks everyone and please have a gorgeous, happy, productive day!

Monday: Fliers: Halloween Swim Team with Chinese Stars

2009-11-02T19:58:00.000-08:00

If you remember, a while ago reviewed Halloween Swim Team's album, The End of the Sky.

They are kind of local heroes here in Los Angeles and they have a show coming up on the fifth! You should come out!

Thursday November 5th
at The Smell in downtown Los Angeles!

Come on! Do it!

Monday: Photos: Halloween, Heart On, (Som)

2009-11-02T19:13:00.001-08:00

Oh my, have I an abundance of photographs to show you!

And as I do, I will enjoy my gorgeous, rather green dinner. To my surprise and for no apparent reason, I've started (light) cooking. What I mean is I find a bunch of pieces at Trader Joe's and then put them together. Maybe that isn't really cooking, but today I combined the Pizza Margherita with the Tofurky Italian sausage, heirloom tomatoes, and spinach. Add a touch of olive oil to the crust for some crunch (A trick a friend taught me) and now you've got something beautiful!

Combine that with some perfectly ripe avocado drizzled in olive oil and vinegar and sprinkled with salt and pepper, and a gin based lemon, mint, and cucumber drink, and I've got this lovely dinner!

Halloween was too much fun to recount right here, and the photos say more than I ever could, but I am beginning to learn why adults love the holiday so much. It is an opportunity to dress up, don a new persona, and act behind a mask. I was invited to come shoot at REDRUM, a collaborative effort between Partygirls, Inc, Heart On, and Tank Tuesdays. It was a tremendous amount of fun, and a lot of that had to do with everyone's desire to have a good time.

I guess you might call my costume Courtney Love meets Romeo+Juliet?

Before and after REDRUM, I spent time with some friends at a more intimate party.

The most accomplished part of my evening was beating the Hollywood traffic on my ways to and fro!

The next day I was very lazy and I spent it lying on a friend's couch and watching TV with my head in a haze. I didn't start to do anything until five, I took a nap at six, and then headed out to Heart On around eleven.

And here are photos from the last (Som). (Som)'s future is a little uncertain right now, but last time I had a lot of fun, and Orlando Greenhill was an experience I shan't forget. Why are elementary school music teachers some of the most wild people in the world? And why didn't I have a music teacher like Orlando Greenhill?

It was an awesome weekend, more awesome than I ever could have expected, but gosh! Daylight Savings is sure throwing me off!

Friday: Happy Halloween!

2009-10-30T17:00:00.000-07:00

Since I don't post on the weekends, I'm telling you this today:

Happy Halloween from HappyLand!

I don't know what makes this a Halloween picture besides the "spooky" background. I took it at work while testing the camera and decided to drag Lola into the picture. Maybe the bike is a zombie. Or maybe I am a zombie cyclist. Or maybe I am just an LA Cyclist - man, that is a pretty scary thing. Not as scary as a New York messenger, but pretty darn freaky. And probably just as smelly.

But yeah, be safe out there tomorrow night!

Friday: Fliers: REDRUM!

2009-10-30T09:46:00.000-07:00

Hey all!

If you've waited until the last minute to make your Halloween plans, check this out!

Yours Truly will be photographing the event so come on out!

Saturday October 31st
REDRUM at the Airliner
18+, $10 with costume

Thursday: Bad intelligence

2009-10-29T20:29:00.000-07:00

Today I went to the dental school at USC to finally get a check up on my teefs. I knew it would take a while to be seen, so I decided to have a bike adventure day since it had been much too long.

I decided I wanted to look cute on my bike - which is something I usually deny myself in the name of comfort - so I wore a skirt, tights, and a scarf that I rescued from my grandmother's closet (Today was the first day of its new life with me).

As you may recall, my grandmother passed away about two months ago. Though language and cultural barriers kept as worlds apart, ever since I was little I was told how much I am like her, so I now feel responsible for preserving her memory. Without divulging too much, I will say that it is widely believed that religion caged her spirit, so I feel I must wear the clothing I inherited from her in the ways she would have preferred but gave up out of fear or desperation or confusion or ignorance or...whatever strange reason people give their "saviors."

I, however, wear my bike helmet (almost) religiously - even when I am trying to look cute.

Also, as you may or may not know, I have the great shame of once attending the University of Southern California, an experience I mostly despise. If you can believe it, I was actually a film student there! The year I graduated, Uncle (George) Lucas bequeathed the film school new facilities. And just like his previous ventures into updated re-releases, this one has proved itself a Jar Jar Binks, although I am sure everyone is still making a ton of money.

And absolutely no fun!

While I was waiting, I dove into my brand new sketchbook, a hobby for which I feel a renewed enthusiasm. This was originally intended as a letter to Someone Special, but I liked it so much, that I am going to share it with you (He is busy studying for math and physics midterms at UCLA, so I don't really have time to give it to him anyway).

It's true I got some bad news today, which sort of sucks, but all I can do is take it one step at a time.

And then take it from there.

Wednesday: Omens in the wind, adding a slice of lemon

2009-10-28T21:44:00.000-07:00

So in Los Angeles right now, we are being swept away by mighty winds that descended upon us with a vengeance just last night. That's exactly when I was trying to make my way to Bikerowave. I made it as far as Santa Monica Boulevard and Sepulveda. The plan was to take the bus to Santa Monica and Bundy, then drop three miles down to Venice, but some strange occurrences on board made me skip off a mile early, figuring I'd just ride the rest. Little did I know I had placed myself right in the maw of the storm, and after several failed attempts to ride in gusts of up to twenty miles per hour, I decided it was time to go home

Naturally, I was frustrated. It did not help that the bus home was late and the wind kept tugging at my little bike. Another girl sat with her bicycle, and I lamented the prospect of a full rack and another thirty minutes in the wind.

Fortunately, the next bus arrived free of bicycles, and as I went to haul my bike up onto the rack, the girl said to me, "I'm really glad there are no bikes on here. I would have hated for one of us to miss the bus."

It was not until we were both on board that we recognized each other! Admittedly, Veronica and I have met in person only once or twice before, but after speaking with her and listening to pieces of her own life adventure, the omen became clear to me, and she is someone I would like to see more of. An evening I first took for a disaster turned into destiny, and a reminder that it is important to remain positive in the face of adversity.

As you can imagine, however, my sinuses are dreadful! Maybe I should take some advice from The Jungle Book.

Itching for a ride, I braved the wind and allergens and rode ten miles to work this morning. It was ridiculously refreshing, especially after a decadent breakfast, and with a slice of lemon and a slice of cucumber added to my water bottle!

When life feels its most absurd, that's when I feel it's important to treat yourself well with simple small gifts. Wake up early enough to enjoy breakfast, ride ten miles (Or five or fifteen or even just one), make a glass of water an event, use some fragrant soap, read a book during lunch, or just sit and listen to the world for a moment. Eventually the little things add up, and before you know it, you're rich with pleasure.

And now it's time for a cup of tea and some dinner - I'm pretty excited about the heirloom tomatoes I bought last night.

Tuesday: Writing

2009-10-27T17:00:00.001-07:00

Oh...just some angst-y sensational entitled privileged young-person writing....

Right now I am reading The Soft Machine by William Burroughs - obviously.

I - 24 in 2009 - of the "Lost Generation" - those of us dumped out of college into a toiling mud of unemployment. In Los Angeles, I have turned a few of the typical tricks, and again, life has presented a new fork in the road, both paths leading to shrouded forests of uncertainty.

And what will this Lost Generation have to say? They - we - will say that we learned adaptability, that we learned frugality, that we learned how to have a good time with something as free and as abundant as sunshine (Have you ever just taken a walk to the park, high on pot, and just sat in the grass and talked and listened and watched the world fret?). Our parents, they ask us why we aren't strapped to careers and we tell them, "There are no rockets taking off for the moon today." They say, "When I was your age!" It's not like we aren't trying.

We can't afford cable. Hell, we can't even afford televisions. I told this to an old man once and he said, "What, you that poor?" I ride my bicycle because I cannot afford to drive my car...which I could not afford if my parents did not help me out. Come on, Mom and Dad, your Mom and Dad bailed you out of some pretty tight green spots - admit it.

My Mama and my Papa, they were married three years by the time they were my age. Me, I still call myself a Kid, and I live in a studio apartment in West Hollywood where sometimes I go to the Target on Santa Monica and La Brea and watch the Mamas and the Papas spend $$$$$$$$ on things that make me say, "Thirty dollar pants? Man, they must be rich!" Me, I'm just high with my pal Rubin, and we're looking at the cheap $12 sunglasses in the mirror, trying them on, and then wistfully putting them back on the shelf. Rubin says, "You can get these same exact glasses in the Fashion District in downtown LA for one dollar." One whoooooole dollar. We buy some matching skeleton gloves from the kids' section, our thirst for consumerism is satiated.

But you know what? I got something better than money. I have these good times. I have these small treasures. I have a cup of Starbucks maybe once a month when I can dish the five dollars for soy milk. I'm skinny (Because I'm hungry), I'm fit (Because I have no insurance to be ill), I'm full of sunshine and air and good health, and a sneaking sense of smug satisfaction about it all, watching my Mama and my Papa get fat in suburbia in their little chalk-colored house. I've got the rest of my life to be miserable like they are...sure things are rough now, but at least I ain't got no worries, no responsibilities (Coudln't even keep a goldfish if I wanted to), ain't got no loyalties except to me, myself, and I. No wife, no kids, no boss.

Shit, I even have a college diploma which I've actually never seen. I have a degree which I earned with blackout nights, stoned morning art history classes, and so much cinematic bullshit you'd puke (Look up "Drew Casper" and keep a bucket nearby). Why didn't anyone grab me by the nose - when I was eighteen and idealistic - and say to me, "Look, reality blows."

When I did blow for the first time it was four in the morning and we were sitting in my friend's car. The club had already stripped itself of its lights and its cameras and its actions, and we were just sitting there, doing blow, just talking. I actually didn't know how to feel - I don't think I like coke - but at one point, my friend said to me, "How do you feel?"

And maybe before I'd been scared. And maybe before I'd been anxious. Not just about possibly sending myself to the emergency room with a burst brain and bleeding, but about life, which felt simultaneously hopeless and hopeful, right there, at that point, when I was 24 and it was Summer '09. And maybe it was the drugs talking, but I said, "I feel excellent."

They laughed cause I'd told them it was My First Time.

Writing Oct 14 2009

Monday: High School Lessons

2009-10-27T01:18:00.000-07:00

Well, I had decided to be good, but then I decided to be bad...but I guess I am ultimately deciding to be good.

Today I learned some very important lessons. Among them, I learned this: Adding a slice of lemon (Or a sprig of mint or a chunk of ginger) to anything instantly improves it. Today I had a Coca-Cola with a slice of lemon. I took the trouble to pour it into a glass and add ice. So much more satisfying!

It makes even a glass of water an event.

I also learned that when it comes to three day sinus headaches, "Wal-profen" Cold & Sinus will do the trick (Add one special glass of Coca-Cola and a Twix and a Kit-Kat bar for maximum effect).

I finally bought a new planner. It is a planner combination sketchbook - all blank pages, acres and acres of real estate. I love the sensation of a pen against paper. I decided to give it a personal touch, but to be honest, this happened by mistake (I didn't mean to put the bag Trader Joe's side out).

I know this is totally cheeeesy, but on Friday night they convinced me to go see Paranormal Activity at the dreaded Grove shopping center. I actually...had a genuinely good time. That movie, however, is not worth thirteen dollars, considering it was probably made for ten. But! There was a moment when we were listening to the song below and driving around in the car. I was seated at the window, and while everyone was engaged in happy conversation, I was watching some of my favorite streets roll by (Melrose, Fairfax, Beverly!). The chilled night air shoved my breath back in my throat, it was like I was choking. But I was so lovely I didn't know it. Yeah, it sort of felt like high school...but - admit it - sometimes you genuinely miss high school.

MSTRKRFT - "Heartbreaker" ft. John Legend from Downtown Music on Vimeo.

Wednesday: (Som) is tonight, free HOW TO BE A MICROWAVE compilation!

2009-10-21T19:02:00.000-07:00

My business cards arrived! They are totally awesome! For twenty dollars I got one hundred super sexy glossy business cards printed and shipped to my apartment from GotPrint.com. I'll be ordering the rest of my cards from them - I can't wait to hand them out!

Yours Truly is enjoying some home cooked ginger lemon tofu with Jasmine rice with a tall glass of iced Yerba Mate tea (Flavored with vanilla, Sage honey, Trader Joe's Pumpkin Pie spice, infused with mint, and a dash of soy milk) as I prepare for (Som) tonight.

I'm getting into the head with HOW TO BE A MICROWAVE's rad free compilation, which includes faves such as Halloween Swim Team, Narwhal Party, Virginia Reed, and 60-Watt Kid. Download it, upload it, blast it in your car as you head on over to Hollywood for (Som) tonight.

After all, you're over the hump - it's all downhill from here....

Tuesday: Work in progress: Ride a bike crest

2009-10-20T22:30:00.000-07:00

Yup, finally, after about - what? three months? - this thing is finally a step closer to becoming a screen...and many fun screenprinted things!

Stay tuned.

Monday: Fliers: (Som)

2009-10-19T23:26:00.001-07:00

(Som) arrives this Wednesday and will be featuring the groove sounds of Orlando Greenhill, the Charles Sharp Ensemble, and Eugene and the 1914, with Hive artist Yuki Miyazaki painting live on the spot. I think it will be the perfect transition from Lady Los Angeles' Summer to Fall. Also, I heard there will be drink specials to be determined the night of - and I know you won't want to miss that on a Wednesday evening.

Click the flier for more information.

(((Come experiment with us)))

Tuesday

2009-10-14T00:29:00.000-07:00

(Eurythmics - Here Comes the Rain Again
Uploaded by LuisB. - Sitcom, sketch, and standup comedy videos.)

...and all I can do is brew endless cups of tea, experimenting with flavors as a chemist in a lab, daydreaming of bigger things, treasuring the smaller things....

It's been a real wild ride, huh?

I need to write more.

I hate the rain because I take the car instead (This wicked witch melts when she comes in contact with water). And then I am denied my two hours sitting on the Metro buried in a book or a magazine. Driving makes me feel dumb, bored, and anxious. But...like a typical Los Angeles native, the rain scares me indoors and off my bicycle. Maybe it is time to invest in some rain gear.

Maybe.

Monday: Photos: Partygirls, Inc.

2009-10-12T20:15:00.000-07:00

So on Saturday I was invited to come shoot the Partygirls' fashion show and just so happened to find myself shooting my favorite sort of subject in my favorite sort of light against my favorite sort of backdrop. Backstage among models in anxious preparation, I was reminded of Degas' paintings of dancers, and worked from that point of inspiration. I think I got some really cool shots.

Ah! Self reflexivity!

This is what happens when I try to be sexy:

On Wednesday, 808 got off to a premature start...next month we're going to kick ass, so stay tuned. In the meantime, however, here are some rad DJ shots.

Today I washed my bike gloves for the first time in I-don't-know-how-long.

Yeah, the water is opaque.

Guh-rossss!

In less filthy news, I've been experimenting with flavor in terms of light cooking, tea, and cocktails. I want a warm winter drink to accompany this grey LA daze, and I almost picked out some whiskey (For my coffee), but at the last minute saw myself drinking lighter fare, so I grabbed up a bottle of gin. I know it already exists out there, but I made myself a cocktail of gin, lemon liqueur, water, ice, fresh mint leaves and fresh squeezed lemon, garnished with a slice of cucumber. I served it alongside toasted crackers topped with cucumber and drizzled with olive oil, vinegar, and salt and pepper. And for something sweet: sliced Pink Lady apples striped in honey and sprinkled with cinnamon. Perfect little evening snack session.

I'll probably end up getting some brandy to mix with warmer, creamier drinks (Read: egg nog!).

I'm probably going vegetarian.

Friday: (Som)

2009-10-09T18:47:00.000-07:00

Our next (Som) is coming up on the 21st and while we are still trying to confirm our acts, rumor has it that there might be appearances from Make Moon and Eugene and the 1914, who, if you remember, was profiled on HappyLand a while ago. There is also word on the street that we will have a drink special available to help ease you into a chill night of cool music.

The seasons in Los Angeles are changing, and the days are becoming shorter, darker, and cooler. My lady's transformation is a subtle one - a change in the quality of the air, the quality of the sunlight - and only her most intimate lovers know it (There might be a few of us).

Join me tomorrow night for an evening of fashion and art and some good old dancing in Little Tokyo at Partygirls, Inc!

Thursday: Fliers: Partygirls Inc!

2009-10-08T23:17:00.000-07:00

Hey there everyone.

Yup, I've been a Busy Lizzy. Planning, promoting, piecing together the life puzzle and discovering all sorts of things along the way.

But as you know, all work and no play makes us all very dull boys and girls, which is why you should come out with me to Partygirls Inc this Saturday! I hear that Sister Mantos is going to tear up the dance floor, so make sure your dancing shoes are in good working order!

Saturday October 10th in Little Tokyo! Free before 11:00pm, $3 after. Featuring a DJ set by Sister Mantos and a DIY guerrilla fashion and art show!
(Click the fliers for more info!)

The future is now...please plan your weekend and your outfit accordingly!

Friday: Chew your news: Santa Monica implements fine and jail time for lack of bicycle license

2009-10-02T19:27:00.000-07:00

The latest affront to cyclists from the city of Santa Monica (Ironically recently awarded a Bronze ranking from the League of American Bicyclists for a "Bicycle Friendly Community") is the enforcement of its brazenly contradictory bicycle license law.

According to a 1995 California Vehicle Code, cities may require its residents to purchase and display a bicycle license. The code also states that a fine for such an infraction "shall not exceed $10."

Blogger Gary Rides Bikes discovered, however, that Santa Monica's code pins bicycle license delinquents with fines of potentially up to $1000 or six months in jail...or both!

In Los Angeles, a memorandum issued by the city instructed enforcement to cancel the no license law. And while Santa Monica officials claim that unlicensed cyclists will not see jail time, it is not inconceivable to imagine enforcement in the "bicycle friendly community" using the law to hassle riders, especially considering that the penalty for an unlicensed vehicle is a $25 parking ticket.

Wednesday: (Som)

2009-09-30T21:43:00.000-07:00

Are you curious?

Come experiment with us....

(((Som)))

Tuesday: Writing

2009-09-29T17:00:00.000-07:00

I never believed in "writer's block" until it struck me like a hammer in the Fall of 2009. I had always believed it to be an excuse for lack of talent...that was, of course, until I found myself wandering vast expanses of intellectual Sahara. And I certainly don't lack talent (Right?).

If it weren't for the ease of the Delete key, my apartment would have been tucked to the brim with balled up pieces of paper, violently torn from notebooks and crumpled into submission. Perhaps the Delete key is too easy, maybe there is some satisfaction in physically killing a fetus about to sprout hideous birth defects. Why put that upon the world when our bookstores are full of paperbacks asking for change in dirty fast food cups? Maybe my kind should just quit reproducing, us writers selfishly birthing our little monsters because we want to "pass on our genetic material." Why do I think my stoned accidents should be the subject of the Great American Novel, why do I privilege my experience over the privileged experiences of everyone else? Ridiculous! I am about to toss this netbook across the room!

I couldn't keep my tenses straight, and my pieces began to read like sloppy exercises through How Not to Write. One time I said I was just too stoned to write, another time I said I was just too drunk to write, another time I said I was too hungover to write, another time I said I was too busy to write (That's a terrible terrible lie), and another time I said I was too tired to write (The worst perpetrator of Not-Getting-Anything-Done and a clear symptom of Approaching-Your-Mid-Twenties AKA Growing-Up). The truth was that I was too scared to write. I had been cranking out some pretty decent work and become victim of a common artists' ailment: Delusion.

What I mean is that sometimes you begin to believe that you're actually as good as you fantasize. I am not saying that you are not good, because you have to believe in any dream to make it come true. But you become obsessed with perfection and the obsession becomes paralyzing. We forget that part of learning is failing. And we forget that we can always learn something new.

So suffering as I was from the Paralyzing Pursuit of Perfection, the cursor would blink and blink and blink, an admonishing finger wag, until I'd eek out some lame phrases, wandering aimlessly through a tangle of half-baked (Or thoroughly baked, maybe even burned out) thoughts. I'd cease, my head dry, read it over, attempt to find the thread, and then realize that the entire sweater had come undone.

I had created all sorts of new hobbies to put off my nightly sentences, ranging from indulgent tea-brewing to utterly strange domesticity (Cooking! Baking! Cleaning!). Everyday in my planner I would write down, "DO SOME FUCKING WRITING," and everyday I'd circle it and draw an arrow to the next day, until the arrow crossed weeks and weeks of wasteland.

It was devastating and it was debilitating. A writer will tell you...it is an addiction. It's the highest high - when the words come tumbling out of you so fast that you cannot keep up - and it's the lowest low. It is amazing mind-blowing sex, and then it is an unresponsive prick.

One day I was fiending for a fix, shifting around my apartment, trawling sludgy waters for some limp catch, sucking hit after hit from my pipe until suddenly it dawned upon me:

Now I can finally cross this off my list.

Writing September 28 2009

Monday: (Som)

2009-09-28T16:30:00.000-07:00

So our first ever (Som) was last week and it was everything we'd hoped it could be. Got to tune in to some fabulous acts at a chill spot in Hollywood. Was most happy to see Bizzart of Screwtape...as you know, we've known each other for a while now after meeting in a magical way. He continues to bring wonder to my world.

Don't miss the next (Som) - for our October 21st show we're trying to bring you a line up cast in autumn hues to ease you into the cooler days and longer nights. Stay tuned....

Friday: Writing

2009-09-25T23:52:00.000-07:00

How do I describe coming home to Hollywood on a Friday night after a long day of work?

Riding the Metro home from Union Station, exhausted but satisfied after putting down some time at a job I liked and then meeting up with a friend to discuss business over a cold hoppy pint, I sat with my bicycle tucked in between the seats, drowsily moving my head to the beat in my headphones. Closing my eyes, I found myself sinking into a darkness that surrounded me like warm, velvety water. The music echoed in my brain like a heartbeat and I could feel myself inexplicably smiling. Man, I really wish I had time to drop some acid tomorrow, I thought.

But everything was in flux, and my schedule had taken on adventurous tones, always changing, never consistent, with doors of opportunity flying open left and right and I had no choice but to heed the omens.

Things had changed. I had been fired in a floundering economy and I had been scared of being forced to move back in with my parents, especially as I had just met a boy that I would later fall in love with. My dad had neither answers nor reassurance, and that brought the monsters creeping out of my childhood closet. But I managed to find the light switch in the dark, and flicked it on to discover that the monsters were only the shadows of my favorite toys. I don't know how, but I somehow waltzed right into a new job just as my unemployment check went through. A really good job too. A job that made me happy.

And suddenly everything else started to change too, as though winter were finally giving way to spring. It all started with my second century ride. And I only did the ride because my ex-boyfriend had hurt me so terribly for the last time. Brimming with rage, I decided to pedal it out. Then I lost my job (I like to think that I abandoned it in an alley), then I met a guy I liked, then I got a job, then my life began to truly blossom.

Out of the strange fog of life, I was approached to work on developing a new event night in Los Angeles. I took the chance with both hands, and on Friday I met with my event partner at the bar across the parking lot from work to discuss our upcoming night. He bought me a pint and we talked enthusiastically, and who knows? Maybe this will work out.

He kindly gave me a lift to Union Station, throwing my bicycle in the back of his car, and that's how I found myself late on the Red Line home to the heart of Hollywood at Hollywood and Highland. Inside the Metro, and even inside the station, it was one world, but as soon as I emerged from the tunnel, my bicycle under one arm, I was bombarded with the reminder that whenever you tell someone you live in Hollywood they always ask you: "Do you see movie stars?"

As I set my bicycle on the ground to suit up, I was confronted with noise, and light, and human energy. A man played guitar with an open case at his feet, a woman on rollerskates attempted to lure customers to her booth, girls loped by in herds on cloven heels, and tourists pointed their cameras toward the glittering skies, the skies of Hollywood, which are so polluted with light that you can no longer see the stars.

And there I stood, not a tourist, not a guest, not even a customer, just a drowsy traveler awakened from the flourescent dream-hum of the underground railway system that no one in Los Angeles uses as much as one should. "That's a nice bike," one of the street performers threw at me, but I don't even notice. Instead I turned, intent on heading home, but then something magical happened.

At the intersection of Hollywood and Highland - the Heart, Soul, Brain, and Belly of Hollywood - a herd of cyclists had infiltrated the traffic-locked light. Like a school of fish they circled the cars trapped within, with some rowdy few stopping to lift their bicycles over their heads in some primate-like display of territorialship. The scene delighted everyone around, with vehicular passengers standing out of sunroofs to catch a glimpse. I had no choice but to join the "Circle of Death" (As it is called in some regions), and as we took off west on Hollywood, I could not help the surge of naughty glee that comes with participating in such a form of public protest...drunkeness...societal rejection...tomfoolery...whatever you want to call it (would be entirely accurate). Some girls jumped out of a stopped car and began wailing at each other, to no one's surprise, and the boyfriend got out to lamely attempt to stop the fight, but we were already on our way out. As I wizzed by the be-Teva-ed Europeans frantically snapping photos of us, I thought, This ain't nothing. I do this every night. Welcome to my City of Angels.

A city transformed, its people were only just beginning their migrations to the clubs, to the bars, to the restaurants, to the sloppy one-night stands waiting at the end of it all, and as we rode by them, they called at us and we called back. "Look at all those bikes!" "Hey, why are you riding bikes?" "For swine flu!" " That's a red light!" "I don't care!" "Fuck you!" "Fuck me!" "Where are you going?" "To the moon!" "Get a car!" "Get a bike!"

But after a few aimless left turns, the lure of bed and tungsten light was too strong to ignore. So at Cahuenga, I said aloud to no one in particular, "Well folks, it's been real, it's been good, it's been real good. But I am out to go smoke pot at home." It tickled the girl next to me, who was riding a pink fixed gear in a way I could respect, and she laughed and said, "Have a good night! Ride safely!"

"Always."

It's only in Hollywood that you walk to your front door with a soundtrack playing in your head and the voiceover that cinches your story in a nice little life lesson as you imagine your closing shots. Then it fades to black and the credits roll.

"Do you see movie stars?"

"All the time."

Writing September 25th 2009

Wednesday

2009-09-23T17:00:00.000-07:00

My eyes have grown accustomed to seeing the omens and the universe continues to unfold kindly before me. I have learned that love is the answer to all our questions, and what I mean is that you must let love guide all your actions. My life is constantly touched by positive people who kindly open doors to me. I must be careful to never take advantage of or take for granted my good fortune. There is good to constantly be done and I must always try to be my best.

Recently someone called me "magical" and it was the best compliment I have ever received.

There once was a time when I did not let my light shine. It was shrouded in jealousy and insecurity and distrust. I was not happy then. I have since learned that first of all, the world is exactly as I choose to see it. And the world is good. There may be times when I am tested, but my optimism and positivity will always save me.

Tonight is (Som)! I am excited! Please come!

Tuesday: Fliers: (Som) LA

2009-09-22T17:15:00.000-07:00

This Wednesday the 23rd join (Som) and Yours Truly for our first ever show at Jimmy's Lounge in Hollywood!

Tired of the typical, we're kicking off our artistic and musical revolution with a John Coltrane Tribute that includes a set from BIZZART's newest collaborative endeavor.

Yours Truly will be photographing the evening, so wear your pretty smile and come on over for what we hope will be a fresh new stimulating night in Los Angeles.

Tuesday: Photos: VOICEsVOICEs

2009-09-22T17:00:00.000-07:00

Sorry I've dropped the ball on a couple of posts! The weekend came galloping full speed, sweeping me off on a string of adventures.

One of those adventures included discovering just how small this world really is after all when chance - or maybe fate! - placed me at the dinner table of new friends and sent me off on an a rather auspicious evening.

I saw VOICEsVOICEs at Mr T's Bowl, managed to sprout some networking opportunities, and came home to a welcoming embrace from someone I'd been missing.

I also learned that VOICEsVOICEs has been working on a surprise for you! It involves a David Bowing cover, but of which song I cannot reveal! That will be for you to find out!

Saturday's art show turned into an experiment with excellent results. It felt good to show work again, especially since I'd begun to doubt my talent, skill, and passion. I feel reunited with some long lost lover, and folks' positive appraisal of my work has certainly encouraged me! First Time LA puts on monthly shows in a really neat space. They told me they'd love to have me back.

I think I might do just that.

Wednesday: Writing

2009-09-17T01:22:00.000-07:00

Busy busy busy and I never like the texture of my hair the day I wash it - as with all things, it's better with a little grease. Lots of riding in downtown on errands for work, and that's when I play my imagination bike messenger game. Urban riding is really the best kind of riding. Maybe one day I won't have the energy for it...but here's hoping that all the riding will keep me fit for a long long time.

Think I might do my third century next month.

Riding to catch the Metro on my morning commute, I changed lanes on Sunset Blvd. to make a left turn onto Highland.

To be honest, there are few things in this world that please me more than a well-executed left turn, and I've made a point to become rather proficient at it. One of the best compliments that a man ever gave me (And got me instantly into bed with) was a positive appraisal of my left turn onto La Brea west on Sunset.

I began to signal my intentions with frequent glances back, making eye contact with the driver coming up in the lane beside me. As humans, we respond to faces. Then, when I began to sense an opening in traffic, I held out my left arm, finger directed to my desired position. The motion must be confident and strong. After a couple more looks, I leaned to the left, moving smoothly into the lane, possessing it centrally.

I looked over my shoulder again, finding the next lane clear enough for me to move right away. So I leaned again, taking the next lane.

And then it was time to change into the left turn aisle. Ideally, I split the lane to move to the front of the line and catch the mercifully protected turn. I don't think it is exactly legal, but if it's feasible, it's such a moment of forgiveness on such an unforgiving ride.

But splitting a lane is also a pretty daring move, and I reserve the maneuver only for the most certain moments. We once dared it during rush hour on Wilshire Blvd. on the way to Westwood under the freeway. I watched my companion ahead of me wiggle through a a tight side mirror clearance, and I was forced to immediately duplicate the move. When we arrived at our destination, I was drenched in sweat and happy to be alive.

I looked ahead and saw that the cars were halted at a red light, which meant that I could catch the next green arrow, but first I had to thread the needle. It's important to remember to never let your faith in your bike falter. When you doubt your bike, that's when it betrays you.

So I cast off my doubt and pursed my lips as I dove into the lane. It was fine until the eye of the needle narrowed, perhaps glaring at my agility. It intimidated me, I could feel my grip soften and the bike slip from me. But I looked up and eyed my target ahead of the clearance, and I wanted it, so I stabilized the bike beneath me, and took it.

I made it, of course, and stopped ahead of the limit line, turning back to eye the driver for visual confirmation. I received it just as the arrow came on and I kicked off, swinging wide and starting the climb up Highland.

Of course she cleared the passage. She always could. She always can.

After all, it's about the rider - not the bike.

Writing September 16th 2009

Tuesday: Fliers: VOICEsVOICEs, Psychopathia Erotica

2009-09-15T23:18:00.000-07:00

Boy am I beat! As they say, when one door closes, another one opens, and I feel as though I have been running down a hallway of open doors! Lots of good stuff inside, lots of sown networks coming to fruition and my harvest is proving plentiful - there may even be enough to get me through this winter. Had you told me one year ago today that I would be where I am right now, I would have skipped the entire year! In other words, life is, naturally, a roller coaster of experiences...and right now is the screaming fun upside loop part.

So come join the fun! (Click the fliers for more details!)

On Thursday come see the girls at one of my favorite dive bars in Los Angeles! Might I suggest indulging in a little enhancement in the parking lot?

And on Saturday swing by to check out some of my work! Email me if you want more of the sexy details....

See ya around lovers!

Monday: Photos: Party Girls, Inc

2009-09-14T23:15:00.000-07:00

This Saturday was only Party Girls, Inc's third installment, but it's obvious that this event night has a bright future ahead of it. Taking place at Senor Fish in Little Tokyo, Party Girls, Inc might be just what you're looking for if West Hollywood's Truck Stop is a little too shiny and slick for your taste (And if you're trying to avoid the straight guys who hit on you there).

Normally free or five dollars, the Party Girls spiked admission to ten dollars over the weekend to accommodate a full DJ set from J D Samson of Le Tigre and GLTBQ fame. To make up for it, however, they offered one drink ticket per guest - and that's pretty keen.

Samson spun a delightfully colorful mix of dance favorites, and somehow read my mind and played the Calvin Harris remix of the Ting Tings' "Great DJ" (I'd been thinking of the song all day and even played it for myself at home, so imagine my delight!). Or maybe it was a not-so-subtle declaration (One I would not disagree with!).

Nestled in Little Tokyo right across the street from the Geffen, Senor Fish offers a full bar, light food, and a smoking patio. Free street parking is easily available if you're an experienced Los Angeles driver, but a lot next door offers six dollar convenience.

The crowd was there to dance and have a genuine good time, and even Lady GaGa was in attendance.

That's how you know that you don't want to miss the next one!

Friday: Fliers: Party Girls Inc.

2009-09-11T18:03:00.000-07:00

I met Michael of the fledgling Party Girls, Inc. while in line at the Roxy. It was exactly one month ago and I think I had been trying to coax my way in sooner and mentioned I was a photographer, to which Michael responded with interest.

I've been waiting an entire month to join the Party Girls and I am so excited to go, especially upon learning the J D Samson (Yes! Of Le Tigre fame!) will be DJing! With a tagline that recommends "dress to transgress," I think I've found a new monthly dance spot right in the heart of Little Tokyo!

Friday: Music post: ThreadSpinner

2009-09-11T17:37:00.000-07:00

Check out ThreadSpinner's video for "Night Chorus" - it's so unabashedly uplifting and genuine, and I think the imagery suits them perfectly. The song makes me inexplicably cheerful! I hope it has the same effect on you!

Find out more about ThreadSpinner here, along with information on their upcoming release party!

Thursday: Writing

2009-09-11T00:19:00.000-07:00

Everything does indeed happen for a reason and I am beginning to see the omens with eyes more practiced in seeing, and I can see that I am being carefully guided toward my Personal Legend. My universe operates on kindness, and kindness paid is kindness returned, so I must always remember to conduct myself in a positive way. It is not always easy to smile upon a stranger, especially if that stranger's own lack of self realization has made him a negative black hole, but I will do it.

Sometimes when a dream comes true, it takes on an unexpected shape. After all, things always look different in the daytime. Our dreams are heightened shadows of our Personal Legend that upon waking, turn into a reality that is sometimes quite peculiar.

In other words, I think I've got a handle on the situation. I never doubted myself - but I was scared...as we all are when we descend into the cave. But just hold on. Just hold on.

I like this. I am happier with this.

Somehow life found me climbing two sizable hills on my commute to work three days a week with a bag loaded with a change of clothes, my lunch, and a u-lock.

One morning my bag was particularly heavy and my legs were particularly slow to warm up, and I crawled up on my first hill, lazily over-spinning.

"It's okay," I told myself, "The bag is heavy. You have an excuse."

And then I realized:

"No, there is no excuse."

I threw myself into the hill. Not surprisingly, I jumped forward and the momentum propelled me onward, like a sail catching wind.

"There is never an excuse."

Writing September 10 2009

Wednesday

2009-09-09T23:58:00.000-07:00

Since Monday was Labor Day and all, I just wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for all the work my parents have put into me. I may not be everything they hoped for, but I am a good, kind, hard-working person, and I have to thank them for instilling these values in me. I may not always get along with them, but without them, I would not have been able to come as far as I have.

I've been a tumult of emotions recently, which may or may not be lunar in nature, but I am determined to confront each obstacle with positivity and optimism.

Maybe I am not as comfortable as I once was, but I am certainly happier.

And anyway, these hardships are only going to make me

So you better watch out y'all!

Tuesday: Chew your news: VOICEsVOICEs's new song on MTV!

2009-09-09T00:16:00.000-07:00

I'm really excited to report that VOICEsVOICEs' new song, "Flulyk Visions," from their upcoming EP with Manimal Vinyl will be included in MTV's broadcast of The Real World Cancun season finale. Knowing VOICEsVOICEs' music, I cannot imagine two things more disparate, but it's an attestation to the quality and appeal of VV's work.

I hope that VOICEsVOICEs' Nico and Jenean are as proud of themselves as I am of them. They've remained dedicated to their vision while retaining their authenticity. As witness to one of their first shows, it's been a pleasure to watch and participate in their evolution. This is only the first step in their journey to musical success.

Check your local television schedule for showtimes and tune in Wednesday September 9th for a sneak peek!

Monday: Weekend roundup: DANCEiSM, Big Lovin' Panda

2009-09-08T00:35:00.000-07:00

I somehow managed to watch the sun rise three mornings in a row this weekend. I didn't realize how much I missed a good night out on the town until I got my fill of it these past three days. I felt more alive than I have in a while, and closer to the person I am really. As a result, however, my schedule is slightly derailed. Not that it operates with any consistency these days. I have managed to constantly occupy my time despite my unemployment. Now that's a feat.

Friday night I attended DANCEiSM and took some photos, but mostly I hung out with Youngandsleek and his crew, and even manned the photobooth for a bit - excellent practice for when I begin operating the booth for Polite in Public.

Ended up hanging out in the car for a while after the evening concluded, cascading over a series of non-related topics that I cannot really recall. Departed feeling excellent, got home to be greeted by the sun.

Saturday was another late night at an after hours show featuring Big Lovin' Panda and Jeffertitti's Nile.

I'd never seen Jeffertitti's Nile before, but they were excellent, consciously recalling an older rock-folk sound, complete with appropriate dress. Superficially, they might have verged on quaint, but pulled back from the edge with an authenticity and talent that held the whole room to attention.

Big Lovin' Panda's first set struggled through some technical difficulties, but by the second time they took the stage, they definitely fell into their groove. By that point they had been playing for nearly two hours, which was an impressive display of stamina and material.

Once again, came home to the sun rising. Creeping through the back entrance to my apartment, I looked up and noticed that I could see an unusual wealth of stars glimmering in the sky. I realize it had been a long time since I had seen stars. And maybe - just maybe - I made a wish. One needs to remember to simply look up every now and then.

Sunday night we hit up Full Frontal Disco in Chinatown to celebrate a friend's birthday. Take one part good music, another part celebrity sighting, and a third part fashion faux pas, shake, pour, and add a garnish of staying up until six a.m. watching Showgirls for the first time, and you've got Labor Day Weekend 2009 and a perfect cocktail to send summer on its way with.

My life is a little chaotic these days and I am mildly stressed over a much-needed dental check up that I cannot afford, but it's important to remember that

Just take it one step at a time.

Friday

2009-09-04T21:54:00.000-07:00

You may (Or may not) have noticed that there are some ads on my blog now.

I'm just trying to get by. But come to think of it...it's not like any of you have any money to go clicking around frivolously so how much profit can I realistically make? About zero.

But hey, it's worth a try.

If it gets too obnoxious I'll remove them.

It has been a long long long day.

Thursday: Writing

2009-09-03T23:28:00.000-07:00

Not only is she my trusty steed, carrying me nobly though the urban jungle, she is my traveling companion, with whom I share every detail of my being - every hill conquered, every personal best achieved, every ego-bruising crash.

As I sit on the floor of the crowded rush hour Metro car, I hold my pink bicycle before me and peer through her frame at those around me.

I am a tired warrior after a long, hot day, and she will shield me, defend me, and save me, should I need it.

There is nothing in the world quite like the bond between a rider and her bicycle.

Writing September 1st 2009

Thursday: Chew your news

2009-09-03T21:46:00.000-07:00

In the ongoing debate of nature versus nurture, Rosalind Franklin University of Medicine and Science neuroscientist Lise Eliot contends that how we diverge into gender conventions is mostly a matter of nurturing. Drawing from a forty-six page bibliography, Eliot states that the notion of innate gender differences is derived from narrow, inadequate studies.

In Pink Brain, Blue Brain: How Small Differences Grow Into Troublesome Gaps—And What We Can Do About It she refers to an experiment in which the gender of groups of infants was disguised and adults were gauged on how they perceived the babies. Not surprisingly, they treated what they thought were girls differently from the infants they thought were boys. Eliot proposes that as children come to reflect their parents' expectations, they begin to fulfill the gender prophecy set on them not only by their parents, but by society as well.

I've run from one end of the nature versus nurture spectrum to the other, engaging in various discussions regarding, some of them quite heated. My own conclusion is that it is some part nature and mostly nurture. Considering my own upbringing, Barbie dolls, make-up, and boys were all greatly discouraged, and now I find that I tend to interact more comfortably with women who are not as "girly." And it's not as simple as playing with trucks or dolls, nurturing can manifest itself a lot more subtly in the expectations and limitations we may subconsciously form for baby girls versus baby boys - mentally, physically, and emotionally.

As Ursula K LeGuin reminds us in The Left Hand of Darkness, the first question we ask of a newborn is if it is a boy or a girl.

Wednesday: Big Lovin' Panda

2009-09-02T18:33:00.000-07:00

I had the pleasure of meeting Anthony Ferrara of Big Lovin' Panda last summer at an event at Mr. T's Bowl in Highland Park (One of my favorite dive bars in Los Angeles, complete with defunct bowling alley). Our friendship was sealed when Tony offered me a bottle of my booze of choice in exchange for photos for his upcoming show. I asked for Drambuie and saw my first Big Lovin' Panda show at the Unknown Theater.

Since our first creative transaction, I've seen several Panda shows at the Unknown and drank through two bottles of Drambuie. Comprised of Tony on lead guitar, Tal Weinman on bass and vocals, Alex Schneiderman on lead vocals and guitar, and new member Sean Whalen on drums, Big Lovin' Panda describes itself as a "collective weave of funk-rock-prog-disco-pop" made up of threads of individual taste and touch. The result is a funky pop jam that soars on the back of Schneiderman's full vocals.

After dedicating their time, energy, and music to the "experimental multi-media performance format" Insemillation, Big Lovin' Panda is redirecting its attention toward an autonomously procued eight track EP which will strive to capture the two main sounds that have emerged from the evolution of their work. One half will deliver a set of dynamic prog-alt-funk tunes and the other a roller coaster of shorter power tracks. The band aims to complete production by the end of September, setting their sights on a packaged submission to SXSW.

With Tony's former freshman rooomate, Whalen, set firmly in the drummer's seat after a round of musical chairs, Big Lovin' Panda is ready to pursue the next step on its musical journey, but not without forgetting its roots.

"It's actually a really funny story," Tony tells me when I ask him how the band came together, which may or may not include a rivalry with another group they almost ended up on the same bill with at the Roxy this weekend. Instead the boys are playing an after hours show the following night with a secret password entry, a far more textured cry from the slick facade of Hollywood that speaks to Panda's commitment to authenticity and heart.

It all started in 2006 when Tony and Tal were indepedently recruited into a band fronted by "an Anthony Kiedis impersonator" who fired Tal upon Tal's request that "Anthony Kiedes" remain clothed during sets. Tony and the band's drummer jumped ship as well and the new trio began writing progressive jams, added a funky horn section, and began auditioning singers. The band was christened when Tony misheard Tal's plans for a date. With a name like Big Lovin' Panda, I just hope Tal remembered to use protection. Consequently two full panda suits were purchased on markdown at a store in Downey with "no questions asked."

Ferrara, who has a self-professed "reckless love of tube breakup, and dirty, oscillating leads," along with self-taught bassist Weinman then embarked on a rather colorful audition process to find their singer, which included more than one visit from homeless men looking for free beer. When boyishly charming Alex Schneiderman showed up with a resume boasting "an arts school upbringing specializing in world music, opera, musical theater, and jazz, as well as music instruction and theory," the rest of the band was more than relieved.

Tony writes that "the music is finally achieving the sophistication we set out for," referring to the "weave" that, as it strengthens and grows, "can hold more lyrics, guitar lines, bass fills, snare rolls" - in a word, more "personality," more of each member's point of view.

So maybe this "weave" is part of the Panda mating ritual, which is beginning to sound like an orgy of pleasure as Tony writes, "the shape of that weave is crucial. It's got to fit in your earhole just so to make it an orgasmic listening experience. And I do mean yours specifically, you, reading this right now. This is all we think about. Your earholes. Fitting in them."

Watching the tall, lanky Ferrara launch into an energetic solo after Schneiderman unleashes a voice that is just as emotional as it is controlled, the music does indeed slide right into your "earholes," and whatever Weinman may have been talking about on that fateful night, it sure is Big and it's definitely got some Lovin', and yes, there are Pandas.

Still not convinced? Here's a sneak peek track off of Big Lovin's yet untitled upcoming EP called "Change of Pace" that is sure to be a perfect fit.

Change of Pace - Big Lovin' Panda

You can find more information on Big Lovin' Panda at their MySpace and their Facebook.

The boys have got a couple of shows coming up here in Los Angeles that you won't want to miss.

Saturday, September 5th is "a mother of a gig" at the band's favorite after-hours downtown, where they will be treating guests to two hours of material after a one a.m. opener from one of Tony's local heroes, Jeff Ramuno. As I wrote above, this show follows Tony and Tal's former band's gig at the Roxy, serving as a milestone for Big Lovin' Panda. Venue is located near 7th and Broadway with its exact location and password revealed the night of, so make sure to get on the list or "you'll be wandering around skid-row in your high-heels."

Saturday, September 19th is a birthday party for the Unknown Theater's artistic director Chris Covic as well as a fundraiser to recoup the costs of their last production (It included 7000 gallons of water and trust me, it was pretty insane). You can get more information here.

On Saturday, November 21st, the next A.M.A.R. Festival takes us to LA Historic Park, or the "Cornfields," for another arts and activism event. You can get more information here.

Monday: DANCEiSM Celebrates Its First Year

2009-08-31T22:28:00.000-07:00

To be honest, I don't remember much of my first DANCEiSM apart from a series of haphazard photos. In them, I am appropriately wearing bright colors and yellow heart-shaped sunglasses, and a year later, when I think of DANCEiSM, bright colors, good music, and absolute fun come to mind.

But one year ago, maybe my friend and I approached the evening a little too enthusiastically - it was, after all, the last day of classes before summer break - and as these nights usually go, before we knew it we might have had one too many and it was time to go home. Responsibly, we'd arrived via taxi, and as we spilled out into the street to hail a cab, security approached us.

At this point at most of these kinds of events, they've taken your money and you've become a nuisance, so they bark at you to stand on the next corner for a cab, regardless of the neighborhood or your condition. I braced myself for the inevitable.

"You and your friend go inside and I'll get you a cab," he said, "I'll come get you when I've got one."

I fumbled to express my sincere and deep gratitude as he ushered us back inside where we waited until, as promised, the gentleman reappeared to escort us to our cab.

And that's the sort of attention to detail that tethers my affection to DANCEiSM. From their security to their shuttle service, their music acts to their atmosphere, DANCEiSM is a full body, full spirit experience. And it is through my connection to DANCEiSM that I've come to know Ben Oprstu and Richmond of Photos Operandi. I have been consistently impressed with the team's realization of a utopian dance dream and I've had the pleasure of watching that dream evolve through my own camera lens.

DANCEiSM draws a fresh, enthusiastic crowd who come dressed neon electro with their dancing shoes polished and ready to hit the floor. Resident acts Robot Love, MiCHAEL, and, of course, good friend Ben Oprstu manage to make even the most reluctant wallflower bloom, and it's always a delight to see people actually dancing and not simply propped up against the wall waiting for their American Apparel audition. There is a an energy and a spirit in the bass that shakes the walls that pulls everyone into a celebration of happiness, fun, and love.

This Friday's one year anniversary boasts an impressive bill of DJs, photographers, and visuals. In addition to the usual DANCEiSM suspects and DANCEiSM Spin RCRD's SP, AC Slater of Trouble & Bass and Felix Cartel of Dim Mak join the mix, along with Audrey Napoleon, Avi D, Team EZY, and Doc P. Roaming photos by Photos Operandi, a photobooth by Youngandsleek, visuals by Dr. Strangeloop, and a slew of activities such as body painting, interactive lasers, and a space lounge complete the scene for what's sure to be an exceptionally fun event.

Because while our economy continues to flounder our generation is learning that sometimes the best things in life are the most simple. In that way, DANCEiSM is as simple as it is genius: Put on some cool tunes, turn down the lights, and just dance.

DANCEiSM is this Saturday, September 4th, at Lot 613 near downtown Los Angeles. More information can be found at the Facebook event page.

Thursday

2009-08-27T21:31:00.000-07:00

There is something to be said about being made a little uncomfortable, for it is in that place that you learn to throw off your fabricated notions of necessity and streamline your attention to what you really do need - which is not much. When you do not have much and you do not have the means to much, you become grateful for what you do have and cease to be concerned with the things you cannot have. When sheer survival is your only goal, you begin to enter an inner peace.

I know I am still in a really fortunate position, with a safety ready to catch me should I fall. You have to remember that our hardships are all relative. But I am going to try to balance on this tightrope for as long as I can, navigating my wants and my needs with one eye focused on the platform on the other side.

I am going to be a better stronger person for this.

Tomorrow I will regain my footing on my path. Today I am better after a trip to the doctor for which I am tremendously grateful...but I am still recovering from what appears to be a bout of tonsillitis.

For now....

Wednesday

2009-08-26T17:13:00.000-07:00

Miserable.

In tears.

Just when all seems lost, the omens present themselves.

Sometimes the omens take the shape of a breath of air as clear and as fresh as your blue blue eyes.

I am going to make this happen.

Tuesday

2009-08-25T18:22:00.000-07:00

Sick with an escalating fever.

I have no health insurance and no money.

I'm a little bit worried.

Monday

2009-08-24T16:38:00.000-07:00

All right, so here's the status of things:

I am optimistically looking for work because I lost my job. Well, "lost" implies that I would like to find it again, and I don't really, rather, I suppose, I let it free like a dove. This is all very pretty imagery, but the serious truth is that I might have enough to keep me aloft in Los Angeles for the next three months. No matter, I am going to have a new job by October, that's the promise that I've made to myself, and yet I am quite aware of the fact that "life is what happens while you are busy making other plans," which could range anywhere from running away to Portland to live in Bicycle Heaven, moving back home with my parents, or returning to school. So...if you hear of anything, please let me know! I would greatly appreciate it.

Aside from that minor problem, you might say that things are going...well? I feel ready to receive new opportunities, explore avenues that remain unmapped, and confront all obstacles with an almost heartbreaking optimism. I'm ready to draw my strength inward and focus my positive energy, because even though "luck is for rabbits," I've heard that she favors the prepared rabbits, so maybe I'll be quick enough to avoid the coyote, and maybe I will just get lucky. Either way, I'm here! So come and get me Fate!

There's a bicycle race to enter (And perform moderately well in once I get my combination clipless/flat pedals), a love interest, a villain, and our charming heroine played by Yours Truly, who is going to overcome some serious darkness with the power of true love. Along her journey, she will learn adaptability, resourcefulness, and an almost humorous frugality as her determination and resolution are challenged.

I've been here before and I've come out granted amazing boons.

Stay tuned...the adventure is only just beginning.

Thursday: Writing

2009-08-21T00:00:00.000-07:00

I have been absent, yes. Many new things to tell you, but not right now. Don't worry, everything's all right.

Upon noticing a particularly sparkling clearing in the forest, I dismounted my bicycle and guided her toward it.

Encircled by a crowd of preciously rendered woodland creatures, he lay in an open glass coffin with his hands crossed over his chest. The full lips were pursed in some vague expression suspended somewhere between a frown and a smirk. His dark lashes sealed his eyes closed. As I approached the coffin, I noticed his hands clutched an issue of Harper's. I rolled my eyes.

As he was in life he was in death - that pretentious little creep.

The forest animals seemed to be quietly mourning and remained undisturbed at my presence among them. I leaned the bicycle against the coffin and looked over to cast some final thought upon his body.

That's when a baby rabbit tugged at my jeans.

"Are you Prince Charming?" he asked.

Charming? Yes. A prince? Given the right circumstances, sure.

"I might be," I said.

"He is under a spell which can be broken with a kiss of true love, won't you wake him?"

I looked back to his body, now with a shaft of syrupy sunlight falling on it, the coffin's gold details glittering. At peace, I was reminded of his beauty, of the pleasure I used to take in watching him sleep pressed against my body, those moments when he felt small and I felt so big. I'd watch his face, his lips parted around his steady sleep-breath, and wonder about the dreams chasing each other through his head. I would hope that he was dreaming of me though I knew it wasn't possible. I sighed and suddenly felt tired. It had been so long ago.

If I woke him, would he fall in love with the first person he saw? Could he fall in love with me all over again, refreshed, revitalized, renewed, called back from the dead? Would he be the same person? Was I the same person?

I reached out to stroke the dark hair, as lush and thick as I remembered it. The gesture released his scent, and my heart ached at the memories that flooded my mind. I traced my fingers along his cheek, his skin was as smooth as ever.

He would owe me his life and for that he would love me, right?

I leaned in, but just as I was about to brush my lips against his, I stopped.

"No, I'm not his Princess Charming, this is not my fairytale ending."

"But don't you want to live happily ever after?" the rabbit asked.

"We will live happily ever after in our own stories. You'll understand when you're older."

I gathered up my bicycle and retreated back into the forest, leaving the cleaning and the glass coffin far far behind me.

Writing August 20/21 2009

Friday

2009-08-14T19:46:00.000-07:00

On Wednesday the best thing happened to me.

Today something even better happened.

What wondrous thing will tomorrow bring?

Tuesday: Writing

2009-08-11T20:59:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I lied, and here I am.

Last Tuesday I awoke at 4:30 in the morning to what might have been a knock at my door. I was not sure if indeed I had heard a knock, and I heard nothing else, so I will never be sure.

Later that night, around 10:00, I stepped out of The Smell to find a missed call from my father. I knew why he was calling, and he confirmed it to me over the phone.

My grandmother had passed away.

Caught between a language barrier and a cultural barrier, I never really knew her.

She had been slowly dying for the past two years, her diabetes claiming one part and then another part of her, and as each organ failed, a small piece of her soul seemed to die with it. Finally she was no longer the woman who fled Cuba with her family to live in America, she was a withered husk, a deflated shell.

They had increased her morphine dose. She felt no pain. It was a relief.

Today they buried her and I felt myself move into a new realm of life. I spoke because I felt it would be wrong otherwise, but when I went to devise the words, I realized I had nothing to say. I feel the regret inside of me though I know I cannot blame myself.

I looked at my family beside me, drawn together for support, for once no longer the individuals who often hotheadedly bicker, but one unit falling onto each other's shoulders in a circle of strength. I suddenly understood what "family" means.

And maybe I had been selfishly ignorant, but I could see the gift now before me, and I would not be thankless again. When I think about my family now, I will think about this day, and I will think about how I learned a new meaning for "love."

I knew just what to say.

When the tractor bulldozered the dirt into the hole, it was a jarring return to reality, as if snapped from a drowsy waking dream. My mother leaned in to whisper, "I wonder how you will write about this."

At dinner I sat across from my grandfather, unable to say the things I wanted to say. My heart breaks the most for him. When I was with Samuel I had wanted to grow old with him, and I truly believed it had already been written in the stars. Without him now it is as if he has died, and if the grief I have endured is the result of four years of companionship, I cannot imagine the grief of an entire lifetime. I think of my own nights crying, sometimes screaming, into a darkness, and I wonder about the horror his nights have been and are about to be. I have peered into that void, I have lost a thing most precious, I have waken from nightmares crying in vain for someone to hold me. I have struggled to fall back into dreams of him, chasing him through the fields of slumber.

Change has been vibrating in the air for some time now, but today it reached its zenith.

In my magically realistic world I imagine the knock at my door was my grandmother, passing through to rouse me to the tremendous change that is about to be delivered, as she made her journey between realms, transformed, herself, into something glorious.

Writing August 11 2009

Monday

2009-08-10T15:00:00.000-07:00

In addition to my vacation this week, there is a family matter to attend to, so there will be no new posts until next Monday.

Be good. Be safe. Be kind.

Wednesday: Target: Women, That's Gay, Conserve water: Pee in the shower!

2009-08-05T16:09:00.000-07:00

In the continuing fun time adventures of Yours Truly, not all things have actually been Fun Times. In fact, there has been some recent sad news that I will address later. But not right now. There is a season for everything - turn, turn, turn.

As you know, I (pretentiously) dislike television, mostly for its passiveness, its general perpetuation of conventions and stereotypes, and the inane commercials that slice it up.

Today I had myself a Target: Women marathon and seeing advertisements reduced to their exploitative, stereotyping strategies was almost intellectually offensive. If that sounds a little pretentious to you, just have a look.

Which makes me think of Britain's push to ban excessive Photoshopping, or to at least require "media literacy" classes in school. In high school I was fortunate enough to take such a class and obviously, its lessons have left me a much more savvy, informed viewer. And it's also why I try to avoid the whole mess altogether.

I recently responded to an acquaintance's "I just don't agree with the lifestyle" argument for inequality with a challenge to reconsider. This woman had the audacity to tell me that she "respects me" and "not to take offense" because she "won't apologize for her beliefs" and that her "gay friends" still accept her, so it's all okay, right?

I feel sorry for anyone who considers the above to be logical arguments or anecdotes. Choosing to ride a bicycle is a "lifestyle," who I am attracted to is not. Telling someone you "respect" her yet do not believe she deserves equality is anything but respect since it denies one her humanity all together. You think segregation was born out of "respect?" Should I not take offense to blatant inequality? Should I not be offended by racism or sexism? Yes, your "beliefs" are offensive because I am just as human as you are. Shame on her "gay friends" for allowing themselves to be so disrespected because equality is a battle that you won't win in the streets, it's one you will win with open discussions.

Mostly, however, it is tremendously disappointing and heartbreaking. And frustrating. These are the weakest and most hurtful arguments for the opposition to gay marriage because they are basically discrimination ignorantly disguised with a veil of placation. I told her I was disappointed and hurt, and left her with a dare to reevaluate her position, and have since cased communication. I try to populate my life with only good, positive people.

Naturally, I was tickled with yet another gem from Current which, like Target: Women, comically exposes stereotypes and fallacies in our media and society.

To lighten the mood around here, I present to you a charming Brazilian PSA urging (Hahah, get it?) people to urinate in the shower to conserve water.

Yours Truly has been practicing water conservation for years!

All right, so maybe advertising isn't all that bad.