i don’t even know why i’m posting this. everyone knows we asians have a fondness for all things scatalogical. it’s a healthy attitude is all.

that said, this is the perfect gift for jeff – our favorite resident feces fiend.

UPDATE: jeff writes in response to this – “i’d rather just have you crap on my head.”

i found the poo hat here, while doing “research” on anigao girls.

what are anigao girls? models who, for a fee, will let you take pictures of them…while wearing anime masks / headwear.

watch them in action. i’m sure that there’s a craft to pantomining anime characters:

run for your lives! it’s a squid invasion! is it just me, or has 2007 been the year of cephalopod news?

sometimes i wish i was a fisherman. and here’s why:

(well, obviously not the stabbing part. that’s not cool)

check out that sweet beak:

i went to the zoo recently for the first time in years. neglected buildings (“pachyderms”), an absence of educational signage (or presence of outdated signage), an obnoxious cacophonus train (wonder what the aural trauma does to the animals?), and an overall “quiet desperation” made for a bleak picture. i didn’t get the sensation of awe that i’m used to experiencing in zoos.

still, there were some bonuses. i got to see a cassowary (a modern day semi-dinosaur), lemurs (i tried to resist but they ARE cute, the way those tails just flop around like they just don’t care), giraffes feeding (i’ll admit, i actually got choked up watching them…so gentle and peaceful), and the two grizzly sisters bitch slap each other (i kinda felt bad for the submissive one).

god i love animals. just not when they’re listless and borderline suicidal b/c their “habitats” are straight out of dystopian novels.

here’s a crazy pic of a lemur:

and here’s a very special photo that anthony found online. look at those eyes!

ps – did you know hippos can outrun humans?

“my spittle is swarming with eggs”

i was in the backyard this evening moving trashcans to the curb when a terrifying, ugly, LOUD-as-fuck noise bombed the immediate area around me.

i instinctively covered my head and cowered like a baby.

apparently, the wind slammed anthony’s window so hard that it shattered the glass. i swear i’m not being dramatic — these were lethal shards and slabs of glass that rained down into the backyard. i feel very lucky to walk away unmarred. it’s a fetal-sized miracle, really.

we spent some time sweeping up the insidious glass, broke the rest of the glass in the window with a hammer (this produced some chilling sounds), and swept some more. you should’ve seen the jagged, evil pattern that the impact left in the window’s glass. it was so damn frightening and sinister…the epitome of DANGER.

anthony’s pretty bummed b/c you know, windows can shield you from the elements. true to his sweet, laidback nature, he made a great joke. i talked trash about his wimpy window, and he said, “no…i LOVED that window!…loved it to pieces.”

HEY-O!!!

anyway, if anyone out there has any insulation ideas or tools, please share. we want to keep him warm.

in other news, i told my dad i didn’t want to spend more than $700 on a plane ticket to china for fall travel.

he totally laughed in my face.

dang it, i was gonna write something, but now i forgot what it was.

i FINALLY saw the limey last night. hallelujah! i can finally send that thing back and set my netflix queue in motion after it’s been stagnating for oh…i dunno…three or four months? steve soderbergh stylizes the hell out of his movies…but overall it worked well for this film. i really enjoyed watching terence stamp. he’s frightfully gorgeous and pulls off “bad ass” rather elegantly, but not unrealistically so. i think peter fonda did a good job too, perfect for his role. bonus: the end of the movie takes place in big sur.

i was always struck by the handsome and affective design of the limey movie poster.

i’m watching this bad boy tonight with some friends/colleagues. oooh, a field trip on a school night. i feel charged right now, thanks to coffee at eddie’s, but i may feel like a zombie come 5pm.

Image courtesy of krazykoreanbling.

derek instructed me to blog this. i know that by now it’s old news that’s already permeated all of the interwebs. still, it’s mindblowing.

the full story is here.

love that the whippet’s name is WENDY. look at the apologetic, shy expression on her face – she’s completely cognizant of the fact that she’s a freak of nature.

i can’t comprehend why they didn’t run more images of this magnificent creature (boy, that’s a euphemism). i’m sure the photographer took at least a dozen. i feel cheated! i want to see more photos of wendy!

ps – what do you think she looked like as a pup?

pps – this is my favorite buff dog – and he’s not even flexing. he’s basically an organic, living cinder block.

children are the most amazing artists. i don’t understand them, and they sorta frighten me, but i could watch them for days on end as they draw and doodle to their hearts’ content. it’s fascinating, adorable, and endlessly heartwarming.

kid art does for me what remy’s ratatouille did for anton ego.

i see a tiny bit of myself in all the wee ones who draw with reckless abandon. before a certain age, they’re still unfettered and unconditioned (in a weird sense). their lack of inhibition, when given some instruments and paper, is so inspiring.

all i did as a child was draw, and quite feverishly at that. nothing made me happier than when my aunt and mom bestowed upon me scratch paper from their work. often times it was reams of dot-matrix printer paper. remember that? with the perforated sides (with the holes)?

now you give me a pen and some paper and i’m overcome with a paralyzing fear that triggers this thought flow: what do i draw? whatever i draw won’t look right. it’s gonna look like shit. why is it so hard for me to just draw SOMETHING? god i hate myself.

anyway, i was reminded of all this at BLAST OFF. the community mural was getting some serious play from people of all ages. it was magnificent and endearing – an incredible experience. PLEASE peep some of the photos of the young tykes drawing. they’ll slay you with sweetness!

ps – in the second photo above, three guys are basking in a lyrical drawing by two sisters.

has anybody ever noticed how cat toes bear an eerie resemblance to the fruit snacks of our youth? you know, the simple, chewy, pod-shaped ones?…unlike the annoying and cloying newfangled sugar shooters of today, like this crap.

i’ve yet to find another person who is in agreement with me on this. hello? are you out there? if so, let’s be soul mates.

anyway, i’m super-bummed b/c my camera is out of commission. the lens is stuck and will not retract. prognosis is very grim. according to some “research” i’ve done online, there’s not much that can be done unless you just use sheer brute force to shove the lens back in. i don’t have the heart to do this quite yet.

i was hoping to share pictures of all sorts of things, like fourth of july, which was spent on a patio boat in the san pablo reservoir, where fran caught a CRAPPIE. am i the only one who finds this amusing? a fish called crappie. i named him “carl.”

it would’ve been nice to post a photo from the museum’s BLAST OFF event, of derek and anthony drawing on a community mural (their brilliant idea), surrounded by a gaggle of happy children armed with markers. and of hellen attracting a curious crowd to her screenprinting table. BLAST OFF was a six-hour long beautiful and joyous scene. it felt good, i felt good.

sigh. perhaps camera death happens when you take 8,000 pictures in six months. it’s kinda crazy how unhealthily attached i’ve become to my camera. i’m obsessed with capturing almost everything that captures me. which means A LOT of stuff.