February 2012
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January 2012
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Chronicling my Inception-like dream experience, after waking up at 4am following a vodka-soaked Monday night:
Level 1:
I awake in a mansion/department store with Harajuku-fied Alice in Wonderland decor. I have limited powers of telekinesis, which I demonstrate by opening and shutting the refrigerator door while lying in bed.
Downstairs, my mother is having a banquet with all of our old friends,...
December 2011
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November 2011
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October 2011
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September 2011
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August 2011
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“Steve Jobs, in his career at Apple, reminded us that technological progress is but a human invention, subject to human hopes and human dreams and human choice. In his resignation — terrible and moving both for what it admits and for what it leaves out — he reminds us that technology doesn’t answer death so much as it shares its preference for forward motion.
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From The Other Asians interview with Parry Shen:
OA: Why do you act? Why is this your weapon of expression?
PS: Here’s a good example: When I was deciding on a major, I was watching a lot of “Doogie Howser, M.D.” — and thought I wanted to be a doctor. And then I saw the course load for Pre-Med and realized, “Wait, this is really hard.” Then I thought about how when “Back Draft” came out I...
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“This is about finding an hour or two of relief from the pain of being you. And that’s fine with me, see, because all I want is the exact same thing.”
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La Vie, C'est Simple.
That’s all there is to it. And that’s all there ever was.
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July 2011
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June 2011
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May 2011
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Oh little Tumblr. I ain’t never gon make no money off you, so why do I even bother? Because you’re permanent practice mode. Or at least permanent until I can score a cool art-school friend with DSLR and too much time on his/her hands.
Introspection
Not sure why, but I’ve been having these strange bouts of self-loathing on Fridays. At first I thought it was some temporary thing for a lack of plans, but the repeated instances hint at some kind of pattern.
One thing is always the same — it doesn’t jolt; rather, it creeps, like some subtle poison, cell by cell, molecule by molecule. As it takes hold, I begin to feel hapless,...
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April 2011
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