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I love Ana Sui because no matter how old she gets, or how successful of a designer she is, she always goes back to her inner BOWL cut, even though the haircut just isnt flattering and makes her look like she has a rounded wok on top her head. it must be some sort of psychotherapy for asians to get in touch with their inner child by reliving the bowl haircuts of their youth. as someone who can't get away from the bowl cut myself, I applaud ana for daring to look like Moe from the three stooges from time to time.
Yesterday Jeff and I took a lovely trip to the MOCA, Pacific Design Center to see the Emory Douglas exhibit currently on display. Emory Douglas was the Black Panther's "Minister of Culture" and was the artist mastermind that created the Panther's iconic posters. Douglas' artwork combined drawings and collages and powerful anti-colonial statements to advocate for local community control and agaisnt us. imperialism. It was so cool to see posters with Angela Davis and Elaine Brown on them! His artwork really blew Jeff and I away and you should definitely check it out! I managed to take some illegal photos before I got reprimanded by a Filipino security guard.
The MOCA chose to act like a racist fascist pig by relegating Douglas' artwork to its less visited building in the Pacific Design Center around the ritzy part of West HOllywood/Beverly Hills/Robertson, instead of properly showing it DOWNTOWN at the MOCA that everyone goes to. Ironically, Douglas' posters advertised meetings and rallys that the Panther's held in the heart of downtown Los Angeles, and it would have been so appropriate for Douglas' work to be shown downtown, instead of at the PDC, where rich white people flock in droves to Urth Cafe and the Bodhi Tree bookstore.
It really pisses me off that the MOCA will show Robert Crumb's drawings, and Barbara Krueger's feminist artwork as part of the Wack white feminist art exhibit, and will show cute happy Takashi Murakami flowers, but sadly decided to throw this powerful inspiring exhibit showcasing revolutionary artwork by a BLACK ARTIST in its far away annex in Weho. Now that is really fucked up. It's time to support another black artist other than Basquiat people!!! Oh well, here are my photos:
In celebration of Asian Heritage Month (and me being done with my labor law final) , I bought this book today from the UCLA bookstore:
So many amazing photographs, quotes, and personal essays from activists of all kind (and not to mention wonderful documentation of 70's fashion). Yay for Filipinos who fought for social justice! Yay for radical Asians!
I know I throw around the term "my worst nightmare" a lot. A while back I claimed that being in the crowd during the Undie Run at UCLA would be my worst nightmare.
But really bieng trapped in a room with THESE men, would be my 1984-rat-eating-my-face personal hell.
i REALLY wanted go see the amazing Bauhaus architecture in the city, but sadly didn't have time. i wanted to go see these buildings designed by Mies van de Rohe: oh well, hopefully ill be able to go back!
i spent the weekend in Chicago visiting jeff. although i didn't get to see much of the city since i was only there a few days and had to spend most of the time studying for finals, i loved what i did see. chicago is beautful! it has beautful old buildings, amazing modern skyscrapers, trains and bridges, and lots of great places to eat. i want to go back!
i did manage to fit in some deep dish pizza though.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
this is why ill never be truly succesful in law school ... beacuse i stay up all night watching disco videos like THIS ONE instead of studying. way to spend a friday night! p.s. this is one of my favorite love songs. if jeff and i ever got married id probably arbitraly decide that this song by the Hues Corporation should be our wedding song, ya know the song youre supposed to dance the first dance to, and jeff would probably hate me forever for making him slow dance to this song.;.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
this weekend i went down to fingerprints in long beach and bought a Friends of Distinciton record, the soul group most known for this song (which was unfortunately hijacked and used in a commercial by those bastards at old navy)
watching this video makes me more determined than ever to wear nothing but bell bottoms and suede vests.
other records burchased this weekend:
1. dinah washington 2. benny goodman ( ever since i read Giants of Jazz by Studs Turkel, i've been trying to get more familiar with all the jazz legends)
3. richard pryor, "That N*****'s Crazy" 4. patti smith, easter
This article makes me want to send RBG a telegram that says "yo girl, you and i should eat ice cream sometime and have girltalk." Ruth probably hates everyone's guts on the supreme court. scalia and the other men probably sit around eating pork rinds and talking about how much the kind of women they love best is barefoot and pregnant!
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Ginsburg Feels Isolated on Court Associated Press Sunday, January 28, 2007; Page A02
BOSTON -- U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg said Friday that she dislikes being "all alone on the court" nearly a year after the retirement of Sandra Day O'Connor.
Ginsburg, who spoke to an assembly at Suffolk University Law School, said she sees more women in law school, arguing before the court and sitting as federal judges.
"My consolation is that if you look at the federal courts altogether, you get a much different picture than you do if you look only at the U.S. Supreme Court," she said.
Of herself and O'Connor, the court's first female justice, Ginsburg said: "We have very different backgrounds. We divide on a lot of important questions, but we have had the experience of growing up women and we have certain sensitivities that our male colleagues lack."
Ginsburg, 73, did not elaborate or take questions afterward.
as a consequence of me spending the weekend at my mom's without any internet access which is pretty much equivalent to being holed up in siberia, i didn't find out about sir. james brown's passing till very very late last night. although i am very sad to see the godfather go, i can't help remark about how amazing it is that the soulfather lived to be a whopping 73 years old! most old soul/jazz/blues/reggae singers like charlie parker, marvin gaye, otis redding and tami terrell only live very short lives, dying tragic deaths from years of drug use/alcoholism/poverty/poor health/or just some random freak accident, or usually a combination of those elements inluding dying of a broken heart.
but the man with the golden feet lived a very rich and full life that was long as hell. it's sad that he won't be around anymore since as long as i can remember being alive, james brown has been a permanent fixture in pop culture, and his many hits, wigs, costumes, suits, innovations in music, screams, sexual proclamations, mindblowing dance moves that inspired a young michael jackson, diva tantrums, pcp drug busts, domestic violence assault charges, failed entrepreneurial ventures, abuse of his back up musicians, inverviews conducted while he was high as a kite, riffs that were ripped off and sampled by hip hop artists, and powerful expressions of black power in his songs deserve much celebration and respect for their importance ot american history.
James Brown will be sorely missed.
after spending the morning watching james brown clips on youtube, here are some of my favorites:
james brown singing "i feel good" which is a song i don't really like to listen to because i've heard it a zillion times, but this video is an amazing display of james' dance moves.
classic james brown doing "out of sight" but check out that fucking dancing!
this one is one of my absolute favorites! james brown doing sex machine and soul power. but notice that james is without his trademark wig, and he's wearing his hair au natural in a kinky afro, which was a real political statement at the time. this must have been filmed sometime in the late 60's judging by the go go dancer or could have been 1970 or so judging how the music was changing and becoming much more funky. i love that bass player and james' sude vest and pants!
finally i just had to throw living in america in here cause it has special significance to me now that i've passed my citizenship test!
leave it to designer marc jacobs to come up with the funniest neatest and most surprising costume ever: a dirty vile trash eating pidgeon!
see dressing up in costumes is about fun and creativity, not about having an opportunity to dress up like a Ho, which is what most girls at ucla law dress up as for halloween, but they just call themselves, angels, bunny rabbits, school girls, fairys, but really they are just dressing up as sluts.
oh well i am still marveling at this pidgeon costume that marc jacobs wore to some sort of dress up party.
last week, i had an out of character feeling of bruin pride when ucla finally beat usc in that damn football game, but any sort of bruin pride i had has been completely annihilated after reading about and seeing pictures of this FUCKING DISGUSTING abomonation at our school,the so-called Undie Run celebrating the end of finals, i.e. white slutty bitches and fuckign asenine jocks running around in their underwear looking like they're about to gang rape every intoxicated sorority girl that crosses their path AND gaybash people AND commit multiple hate crimes while smoking out of beer bongs all at once.
THIS is why there should be fucking diversity at UCLA. if you notice there's pretty much NO MINORITIES in these pics, because the latinos and african americans and even asians would feel utter shame in doing shit like this and know that their mommas would BITCHSLAP them for exposing their nastified cooches and revolting boners in public. HOwever, i do think this sort of thing would probably be really popular at the law school and a preponderance of asian girls would probably be really into prancing along with all the white people in their abercrombie and fitch underwear too.
seriously THIS would be my worst nightmare, the kind that would be the setting of my torture scene at the end of orwell's 1984. but instead of a rat devouring my face, i would be right smack in the middle of the crowd next to these hornified pimply undergrads with trust funds.
The fucking LA times needs to find better things to write about. they should write about more interesting things like me and my lovehandles.
this fucking dumb asian bitch should be disgusted with herself.
in the middle of finals week of all weeks, i have my citizenship interview tomorrow morning in downtown
so while im pathetically and unsuccessfully trying to learn evidence, i've also had to look over sample citizenship test questions such as these lovely ones. It's going to be hard to restrain myself from saying something really sassy and offensive in my sleep deprived state! i put the answers i would like to say in parentheses.
73. Who helped the Pilgrims in America? The American-Indians (Native Americans) (More like who were raped and pillaged by the Pilgrims)
77. Who has the power to declare the war? The Congress
(supposedly congress does, but this president doesn't think so!)
16. Who elects the President of the United States? The electoral college
Just watched one of my favorite things ever on tv while i ate my cup o noodles for dinner: Charlie Brown Christmas!!!!
maybe I'm just PMSing but charlie brown xmas made me super sad what with everyone being mean to Chuck, that wistful piano tune, that poor sad little christmas tree, and how nobody sent charlie brown a christmas card. i almost lost it when all the kids ganged up on charlie brown for bringing back the pitiful little xmas tree! they have no heart!
oh well. i really do hate studying for finals. i hate the fact that i havent been studying enough and just really dont care about learning things like evidence.
i do have to hand it to my Critical race theory prof for doing such a great job indoctrinating me to the shrewd ways of CRT thinking, that i couldnt help but notice how all the peanuts gang were white kids, with the exception of that little black kid, what was his name.. franklin? but i refused to let that kepe me from enjoyng charlie brown xmas!
here are my favorite pictures of yoko in what i think are some of her most impressive and unique fashion statements. forget john, yoko had all the personality.
love that hat and kooky furry jacket and beaded princess shoes:
i thought this was Kim Jong Il at first. but that yellow jumpsuit is great. i need one:
this is cute. i want to get married in an outfit very similar to the one yoko wore on her wedding day.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE this blue shorts jumpsuit. so hot with those heels!
and last but not least, this one is my fave. cracked out mystcal psychic yoko:
i must profess my love for yoko ono's fashions that have typically been very overlooked in favor of typical photos of her and john naked, or dressed all in black, or in white during their Hair Peace days.
Look at how amazing Yoko's outfit is in this video. it has inspired me to come to school dressed in a copper colored v neck velour romper, tights, brown beach sandals, gold belt, and poofy loose fitting beret. this view is hard to watch since the interviewer says the most annoying offensive things to yoko. sigh..yoko had to put up with so much back then.
speaking of styilish youth that has lost its innocence (i.e. michael jackson) , this is a great video, that not only showcases an awesome song integral to pop culture, is a great source of fashion inspriation, and is a scathing criticism of the white supremacy of the legal system!
the lead singer of the band fell prey to a life of juvenile deliquency and drug use, and i think died at a really young age which is really sad.
i impulsivley spent 8 bucks on this record last year, which i kind of regret since i dont really listen to it since its only good for that one song.
oh well, im going to start wearing sleeveless bright colored sweatshirts, tight jeans and white high top sneaks!
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