I don’t know what to say. I’m hungry right now.

Something I’ve learned in very recent years, as I’ve witnessed big life changes amongst close lifelong friends: settling down doesn’t always mean you’re settling for less. It took me so long to realize this. I feel more relaxed, sad, and like an adult, now that I finally understand. Guess you could say I’m a late bloomer.

I’m really behind. Sorry.

kinda bummed i won't be able to make a screening of rene laloux's FANTASTIC PLANET at the moma tonight. might as well risk getting 86'd now and admit that i haven't seen this beautiful masterpiece yet. there. i said it. eric if you’re reading this you can ago ahead and make fun of me in a harsher tone than usual.

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happy halloween!

i am extra scary giddy on halloween, even in the morning, because this gets my endorphins pumping rigorously. soooo so good.

find out for yourself.

if you’re reading this and it’s after 12pm on halloween, then just disregard. the happy-making thing i’m referring to ends at noon today.

hope everyone gets their favorite candy.

back from NYC! can’t wait to bore everyone to tears with photos and non sequitur text.
can someone tell me wtf is going on with this site? what happened?!!! argh.

another eventful weekend. a couple of placeholder photos, for now.

i need to focus my energy and what little brain power i have on work. i must!

i’m not compulsive about washing my hands because 1) i’m lazy and 2) i’m a big believer in forcing our bodies and immune systems to adapt to germ warfare. my philosophy has always been that the more you cleanse, the more susceptible you render yourself. your physiological defense shields weaken, and you give bacteria opportunities to evolve, outsmarting soaps and waterless gels. plus, germs don’t scare me.

however, recently i’ve learned a few things the slightly hard and really dumb way.

1) don’t rub your eyes excessively (even though it feels like heaven to soothe that fiery itch). furthermore, don’t rub your eyes so vigorously and with such abandon that the act produces strange, grotesque wet, gooshy sounds (derek and anthony, you know what i’m talking about)

2) if i am going to indulge in grinding my eyeball with my fingers, then maybe i should wash them beforehand

3) manage my crappy allergies with more diligence!

since the beginning of february my eyes were especially irritated, itchy, and red. all the eyedrops and rubbing in the world could not placate me. it often felt like somebody had poured sand, or course ground shells, into my eyeballs, particularly the left one. and let’s not talk about the eye snot in the mornings. i chalked all this up to severe allergies, maybe even hayfever.

the weekend before last, i noticed that the skin around my left eye had grown increasingly repulsive in appearance. crusty, dry, fragile, sensitive, like desiccated paper. i figured maybe this was due to the harsh winter weather. so thanks to the advice of a smart fellow, i bought some vitamin E cream to nourish that area back to health. whenever i applied the stuff, it would hurt a bit, but whatever.

then in the mornings i noticed i’d have a difficult time opening my left eye because it was crusted shut. kinda gross but i’ll admit it’s fun picking off all that bodily fluid/mucous membrane sediment.

during our 24 hour escapade to LA, however, i realized that it wasn’t improving. it started stinging, and felt…”gooey.” the outer edge of my eye couldn’t open all the way, as if pus was trying to seal the top and bottom eyelids together. though the outer corner of my eye was flaky and crusty, the skin closer to my eyeball was raw, reddish maroon, wet, and with a disarming sheen. ugly!

in other words, all the signs of an infection. sigh.

by the time i hit the sack on wednesday night after the stephen chow screening, i was miserable and i’ll admit, a tad nervous. and by thursday morning i was in pain. i know, it sounds childish and weak, but it’s amazing how much discomfort a tiny afflicted region of your body can instill. really. it burned and it was kinda weird operating with a gimpy eye that refused to open wide. upon closer inspection i realized the infected area was actually a cut, a split in the skin. this would explain the stinging every time my eye would widen. it was the laceration’s way of screaming “STOP! i can’t heal this way!!!”

after consulting with pals and a doctor friend who recommended i seek medical attention (something i stubbornly refuse to do) because it might be staph, and recalling terrible misfortunes that befell people as a result of insidious strains of staph, i gave in and saw a doctor. luckily, i was booked the same day and was prescribed antibacterial ointment (the stuff of miracles) and more allergy drugs.

anyway, the whole “episode” was annoying and gross. what i find to be even more disturbing at the end of it all is the fact that i can manage to devote so many words to such a trivial, small thing. yet another example of why blogs can be bad. the photos below don’t really do justice to the nastiness.

seeing this kind of thing in the kitchenette makes me yell “JACKPOT!”
i don’t know about you but i’m addicted to hershey kisses. the way they melt in your mouth…

my coworker karen got me the raddest valentine – a box of wheat thins and the classic necco hearts! how sweet is that? i guess once when i was in her office i couldn’t shaddup about my love for wheat thins. even better is that i had the perfect cheese to go along with them, fromage d’affinois.

i wanted to post a photo of karen and me but i have to ask for her permission. you know, that whole respecting one’s privacy thing.

instead here is something that i think is most appropriate for a valentine’s day entry.

(while reading a chinese newspaper celeb gossip article on britney)

parent 1: “she’s going down”
parent 2: she’s psycho. success ate her alive.”

(while reading a chinese newspaper article on how unbelievably cold it is in china right now)

parent 1: “all the monkeys hug each other to stay warm”

(commenting on a couple walking down the street)

dad: “i don’t understand why that man’s hand is on that woman’s butt”

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the discreprancy between a point-n-shoot and a digital SLR is staggering. perhaps it’s not evident in these photos, but sometimes i’m amazed by what the sexy nikon can capture. every image is so crisp, vivid, and warm. there’s so much to learn though. i don’t even know basic photog concepts. most of the terminology in the user’s manual is foreign to me.

canon powershot

nikon DSLR

canon powershot

all nikon DSLR