Mr. President

amazing.

Dope.City

Artist/Designer: David Choe
Product Line: Upper Playground

Dear SNL,

You should probably thank our controversial presidential candidates and one poorly chosen alaskan running mate for pretty much making you funny again.

Tina Fey doesn't hurt.

sincerly,
basically everyone with a sense of humor

There Are No Black People In Alaska

This video is hilarious, and 'Diddy' or should i say, Ciroc Obama, props for trying to be political and interested in the campaign and all..... apparently he posted this before all the shit about miss Palin's pregnant daughter and other various scandals were revealed. But uh, yeeeah. Don't quit your day job.

ps. the spinning is wildly unnecessary. pause and imagine diddy in his front yard holding a camera and spinning around yelling 'diddy obama blog'. his neighbors must love him

"Dreams of Flying"

www.janvonholleben.com

Dreamboat

(editors note: actual dreamboat was greasier and skinnier and if you should ever meet this man don't boo at him I dont know who he is)

I met the man of my dreams the other night. The dreamiest of the dreamboats. This guy was tall, handsome, shaggy brown hair, good style, and the best part...an IQ of...eeeeh i'd give him a 2. Also you should know so you can read the dialogue out loud....he has an LA voice. You know the one, like the city decided instead of cultivating an LA "accent" that everyone would just pronounce their words to sound somewhere between those of a valley girl and a surfer. You know exactly what i'm talking about. (no offense friends from LA. But whatever you dont like my accent either)

My friend "Mun" (you know, short for money) from college was in town for a night, so after him and the boys went to see Dark Knight in IMAX we all met up at a local bar which so kindly provides 1$ drafts on Mondays, my kind of place. Now if you can imagine, a bar with 1$ drafts does not require the dress code of a lounge with say, 12$ drafts, and yet there is always those two girls... you know the ones. With the high heels and fancy tanks holding little bedazzeled clutchs and looking wildly out of place. These such girls came and asked me if they could 'rest their beers' on the other side of our table. Our table was long and I'm not completely without a heart so I said something along the lines of "yeah. go for it". So opened the wormhole or whatever you open that brings shiteous people to your table.

Enter dreamboat.

Dreamboat and his two awkward friends decide these chicks are their kind of women. Excessive pathetic flirting ensues. The guys decide that our table is now their table and proceed to spread out so it is literally impossible to not listen to them speaking. I wish i could draw you a diagram to show how impossible it was for us to ignore. It was like watching that Blind Date show without the bubbles telling you what an idiot the guy is. We didnt even need the bubbles. We could tell he was a winner from the start.

Awkward friend to girl: Do you want a beer?
Dreamboat: I got it. ::runs fingers through greasy hair:: This ones on daaaadddy.

Yeah. Come to find out the guys 28. Cool dude. Can i be like you? I guess not since he spotted my phone and goes
"oh hey is that the new 3g?"
"Nah its the old one"
"wow. catch up"

The Big Finale. Dun dun dun.
He turns to his two little sidekick friends who have barely spoken a word besides the ones used to back up their main meng and says

"Guys how much fun do I have when I come to New York?"
"Yeah totally, so much fun." the sidekicks were all about sucking up to mr. incredible
Then he turns to the girls and in his best swooner voice says
"You guys just made me like want to move here. Cause I met you."

this was followed by some talk about "you're in NY. Like. Making money. Living and making money." but i thought 'cause i met you' was too classic on its own.

Inevitably I puked in my mouth. The girls must have too because they jetted to the other side of the bar to harass some investment bankers.


BUT it was all a happy ending. The guy walked by me outside and said I looked 'very LA'.

THANK GOD. I'M IN!

THE DARK KNIGHT

...was INSANE. i won't spoil anything here. the only thing that sucks is that we went to see it pretty late on a sunday night, so now nobody is up to talk about it with me. plus it was the first weekend so not everyone's seen it.

desperately, i tried to ask SmarterChild.

kimL422 (2:49:07 AM): have you seen the dark knight
SmarterChild (2:49:08 AM): Hey. I have to ask you one question before we continue. How old are you?

1 Over 17
2 13-17
3 Under 13

kimL422 (2:49:11 AM): 1
SmarterChild (2:49:12 AM): Cool! Now we can chat.

Hey! Someone wrote a comic about me!
kimL422 (2:49:18 AM): have you seen the dark knight
SmarterChild (2:49:18 AM): I don't know how to answer that.
kimL422 (2:49:23 AM): the dark knight
SmarterChild (2:49:23 AM): Sleep well.

T-Shirt Flipbook

They used 150 t-shirts to do this, then ironed on 150 animation stills (surprising considering I assumed that like everything else these days it was computer animated)

....all done by....drumroll...

A SUB SHOP.

I shit you not. If i lived in the midwest I would go to erbert and gerbert's just because of this valient effort. Enjoy.
for a 'making of' video' go to www.humanflipbook.com


also if you like that and haven't seen this yet, go watch the music video for 'DANCE' by Justice. It rocks socks.
Actually, I'll link you cause I'm awesome.

Animated Wall Vandalism

Cause i'm really into stop animation lately and this is just weird/crazy/awesome/creepy/interesting. Italian artist does a stop animation graffiti piece down the streets of Buenos Aires. It's 7 minutes long so be warned but it kind of sucks you in. Note how much ground he covers... beware of weird shape shifting creatures.

shiiiiiiet. blublu.org


MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

If the piece don't FIT...don't force it.

I love Boston! All parts...the hood, the classy and the trashy. All States are broken up into those three categories...Well I don't think Vermont has a hood...but you know what I mean.
Bostonian Accents love them...I have a hard time saying my fear "I'm afraid of the Daahk" but what can you do? In all honesty, I think us Bostonians should start pronouncing our "S's" like "Z's" and be extremely annoying. We would be the city of champs who has never heard of the two words "articulation" and "diction".

Soooo here' s a little Bostonian Story...
I was in the hood part of Dorchester (where the Duck Tours don't go) at a hair salon getting a roller set. Place didn't take credit card, people were singing and dancing to "Bust it Baby" between waxing girls' eyebrows, and above all it took me soo long to get my hair dry because I kept sweating since they didn't have AC.

I was sitting in my stylist chair that was all duct taped up and this enchanting alcholic/crack head hustler comes into the salon. He goes "excuse me ladies...does anybody want to buy any hats?" This guy was selling bootleg "B" hats with small Bs all over them...in a variety of colors. How do I know they were a bootleg you ask? well for two reasons.
1. Lids don't sell hats like that.
and
2. The main "B" had a lil too much swagger. It was damn near cursive!

Hair Stylist 1: What kind of hats are they?
Hustler 1: You know just regular hats. They're fitted *turns hat around* see?
Hair Stylist 2: How much are they?
Hustler 1: Five dollas
Hair Stylist 2: I'll take 4 for $20
Hustler 1: Yea I can do that
Hair Stylist 1: Aight let me get two of them
Hustler 1: Aight thank you miss
Client 1: I thought you said these were fitted hats...because this shit is not fitting.
*Laughter from the entire salon*
(Hustler 2 -also looking crackheadish... walks in with a big black bag)
Hair Stylist 1: Oh boy now what is he selling?!
Hair Stylist 3: He ain't selling shit that's his supervisor!
*Laughter from the entire salon*
Hustler 1: Where's my other hat!?!?
Hair Stylist 2: What you talkin about? I just bought 4 and she bought 2!
Hustler 1: No NO I had 8 hats!
*He stumbles on over my way*
Hair Stylist 1: Okay man no falling on our clients!
Hustler 1: But where's my other hat at?! I had 8!
Client 1: You said I could try it on? You knew I was going to buy it.
Hustler 1: oh okay that will be 10 dollas
Client 1: uh huh you were selling these shits for 5!
Hustler 1: Yea, I can do that.

haha you have to take the good with the bad.

Peace, Love, and hippiness

Jam



*~G-Chat~*
me: eww this dude totally creeped on me through a glass door
lindsay: hahah watt
me: idk it's brockton anything happens down here
lindsay: apparently so
im goin the gym but...my nanner just brought over chicken parm
sooo i just wolfed that down
and now i cant move

hate on boston? ...i understand.

don't worry, this isn't another "fuck you for hating boston 'cause our sports are better than your sports!" entry. although i believe that most of the outside hatred towards the bean stems from our superior stance in sports right now, there is another, quite dominant, reason: the people are idiots.

i am from boston, but i am very different from your typical bostonian, and for this reason, i can understand why others might look in and be disgusted. for one, i hate the boston accent. i think it sounds trashy and stupid, making even the smartest harvard (townie) student sound like he's lived his whole life in the powderhouse pub in somerville. i just don't like it. what's so hard about pronouncing your R's? luckily, i escaped this phenomenon by growing up speaking vietnamese. sure, i was THAT kid in kindergarten whom the teachers thought would never make friends. but i grew up being smarter than everyone and knowing how to speak correct english. who's laughing now mrs. nally?

aside from the accent, the majority of bostonians look the same. there is some sort of uniform, and it's not pretty. i would elaborate, but the thought is making me twitch.

finally, many people from boston are just plain weird. i understand there are weird people everywhere, but i think the weird boston people are the weirdest of the weird. luckily, i hang out w jamila, who seems to attract the weirdos all the time. or maybe it's me.

example:

after the Celtics parade, the closest T stop was closed, so we sat our tired asses down (after unsuccessfully chasing the duck boats) on some library steps. a black man with dreadlocks and a video camera approaches us. said man is wearing a green t-shirt with the words "GO CELTICS" and "www.myspace.com/bmaafrica" written in sharpie. he then proceeds to push the camera into our faces and asks us to say something. jamila is in no mood, and is clearly mean to this man. he realizes he won't get anything out of her so he tries to butter me up by saying "she's not nice. you're nice. say something to the camera. you're nice" and i respond with "what the hell is this for, youtube??"

he then explains that his name is Africa. i don't believe him. so he whips out a DVD that he has previously made, and lo and behold, the credits on the back list him as "Africa."

dialogue with Africa goes something like this:

Africa: come on! say something to the camera!
me: no.
Africa: okay, let's go. both of you. (grabs my arm) let's go! we go smoke weed. let's go. come on.
me: no... it's ok
Africa: come on! get on my back! (signals for me to get on his back so he can give me a sweet African style piggyback ride)
me: no really, it's ok. we smoked earlier.

Africa then takes out his DVD and takes out a blunt. smokes blunt.

Africa: give me your number.
me: NO!

we ask him what he is filming for anyway.

he responds "okay, well i filmed the red sox parade. now i am filming the celtics parade. i am going to wait until the patriots win the superbowl and then film that parade. and then i am going to wait for someone to win again and sell the documentary."

i told him i hope he has another job, and he says that he has a lot.












don't get me wrong. i love boston SPORTS. and the city is cool. but sometimes the people are RETAHDEDDDD. yea i said it.

Always Show Composer

After spending ungodly amounts of time talking about how annoying Facebook applications (that arent bumper stickers) are this weekend, I found it humorous that I came across this on a friends page.

Creative Inspirations for Your Everday Life

Some Banksy for you. Graffiti artist from London, is the shit, inspires creativity in my artist blocked mind.










there is always hope.

champions.

the problem with going mainstream

one week ago, lil wayne's "tha carter III" FINALLY went on sale. being an avid weezy fan, i have waited through countless release date changes, track changes, album cover changes, title changes, leaks, bootleg mix tapes put out by weezy himself... etc. etc. it's been hard on my poor little soul, but finally, the day arrived. everyone's been waiting on mariah, madonna or usher to have the huge 1st week album sales of the year, but nobody was keeping their eye on my weezy f baby. bad move considering he sold over 400k on the first DAY, and is projected to outsell kanye's album from last year (even w all that kanye v. fitty "i will never make music again" cent).

i am very happy for dwayne michael carter, jr. however, i can't help but feel that bitterness toward his new "fans" who didn't know who he was until "stuntin' like my daddy" or some crap like that. and obviously when you are someone's fan, you want them to do as well as they can, but i can't help it.

which is great, but brings me to a comment that somebody made from a little while ago. i forget who it was but i'm sure it will come back to me. anyway, this person said that lil wayne is not a real rapper because he's not a real thug or some crap. just because he is successful now doesn't mean that it has always been that way. he wasn't some contestant on "America's Next Best Gangsta Rapper" from Connecticut who won a competition and had everything handed to him. just because you hear someone's songs more catered to the mainstream crowd (hey, that's how you grow in the biz right) doesn't mean that you know everything about him, so don't talk if you don't know!






esp if it's about my lil wayne.

Heh

GAME 1

ladies and gentleman, tonight the Boston Celtics start their first NBA finals series since i was 2 years old andddd once again, we play the Lakers. u cant make this shit up! sports wouldnt be as fun w/o rivalries, and even tho the Celtics/Lakers finals have nothing to do w new york nor the Pats...somehow it does

Nubes2424 (12:22:32 AM): not cause I don't like the Celts cause i'd be happy to see KG get one, but the Lakers are lookin real nasty
kimL422 (12:23:00 AM): oh really cuz i remember u saying fuck the celtics
kimL422 (12:23:02 AM): but thats okay
kimL422 (12:23:03 AM): we'll see!
Nubes2424 (12:23:22 AM): ... that's what I just basically said
Nubes2424 (12:23:29 AM): haha
Nubes2424 (12:23:55 AM): only reason I'd be happy if they won would be cause of KG...
Nubes2424 (12:24:01 AM): but fuck the Celtics
kimL422 (12:24:28 AM): id be mad too if my team were the knicks
Nubes2424 (12:27:12 AM): just like ur Pats... Celts are gonna dissapoint
kimL422 (12:27:19 AM): omg
Nubes2424 (12:27:22 AM): hahaha
Nubes2424 (12:27:25 AM): low blow my bad
kimL422 (12:27:32 AM): ..
Nubes2424 (12:27:54 AM): wat's up though

later

kimL422 (12:49:11 AM): i hope u like my away message
kimL422 (12:49:15 AM): Nubes2424: I'm from NY and I fucking love the Celtics!!!!! GO RONDO #9!
Nubes2424 (12:49:26 AM): that's gay








it's always personal

IM of the day/week/month

me: i dont kno if u heard but i have zero body fat
Sent at 4:43 PM on Thursday
Samantha: i have negative body fat

Yes I Love Technology

So I have this little thing called Netflix, don't know if you've heard of it. I tend to overly trust Netflix's judgment and let them send me whatever recommended movies they so choose (not exactly how it goes but hey). So yesterday I received 'Like Water For Chocolate', a movie subtitled in English which so far as I can tell seems to be what that Sara Michelle Gellar movie "Simply Irresistible" was going for, except they failed miserably (the fact that I had to google, 'Sara Michelle Gellar' and 'cook' to find the title says a lot).

HOWEVER

It's from 1992 but might as well be from the 70's as far as I'm concerned, which made me realize.
Technology (in this specific instance, HD) has spoiled us.

Excuse me, but isn't it my god-given right as an american to be able to count the pores on that main character chicks face when they do that closeup crying scene? Shouldn't I be able to see the blades of grass swaying in the wind? And the zit they failed to cover sufficiently on the main dude who's supposed to be such a hunk? (not such a hunk, pffff a zit). You can't even watch a sporting event now without HD. Football on a normal tv?!? Fah-getta-bout-it. Guys make a big show of complaining about it like without an HD box you can't read the numbers on the jersey's or something. 'Fuckin cable! Now I can't even tell which team is which! This game is RUINED!' damn you HD, damn you.

Then there's music...

When I was home last weekend, I had to drive to Plymouth and thought I had no ipod converter for the car...it was devastating. The thought of driving 45 minutes listening to the radio was too much for me.

I almost forget about ONLY having the radio for oh, all of high school. That or CD's that you would burn before running out of your house for some trip because you always waited till the last minute to do it and it took like 20 minutes. And you always had to carry around a huge ass walkman and those black headphones and like 15 cd's in your bag. Now we can easily fit all8.5 billion of our songs into one little portable device. Being reduced to a mere 15 song lineup is unimaginable. How will I impress you with the breadth of my musical tastes? What if the mood suddenly changes from 'mellow' to 'party time!' and i dont have the appropriately themed playlist at hand? WHAT THEN? Phew. My ipod.

OR even BEFORE that when all we had was tapes. And you would have to sit there listening to the radio, waiting for your song to come on so you could record it. Or as Kim remembers, not being able to google lyrics and having to keep pressing stop and rewind to write them down.

Walking around a card shop in the village the other day I see address books and laugh. Seriously who needs an address book these days? You forget, i've entrusted my entire life to 4.8 ounces of steel and computer chips.

Not only is my entire life in my cell phone but the fact that we HAVE cell phones and internet is amazing. No more mom picking up the housephone and knocking you offline, when there was only 10 seconds left of the song you were downloading from napster. You know, the one that took 2 hours.

And technology has also made us think of privacy differently, cause, oh I don't know, we don't have any. Back in the day having a loud and lengthy conversation on a TRAIN would have been a no no. Now I have to spend 4 hours trying to use my music to drown out some story about Ally the boyfriend stealing tramp being broadcasting in the world's most annoying voice from the girl sitting next to me.

Not to mention myspace and facebook. I tried to see how long I could stay off of facebook and lasted like 3 days. What the hell would we do without digital pictures strewn about the internet, without total strangers being able to see what we look like, without creepy ass Facebook chat letting us see who else is being creepy at that very same moment?

Back in the AOL days it took 3 hours to load ONE picture never mind the 586 that were tagged last weekend. Its actually gotten so big that its being policed by companies, so something that was private (in the sense that only other hard partying college kids like yourself could see it) is now available to your 13 year old sister and your grandfather and also your future or not so future ("Is that a joint in your hand?") boss.

I figure its bad karma for us to give our parents crap about not being able to text message or IM because our time is coming. Like old folks who refuse to use cell phones and want to do it 'the old fashioned way' we will be arguing with our future children about how back in the day people parallel parked their OWN cars instead of letting the cars do it for them.

"Oh mom. You just dont understand technology."

it's who you know

working hard is good, but knowing people is better. being born into the right family is best. example: would W really be prez if he weren't born into the white house? probs not.

luckily for me, i was born into a family where i have a cousin who happened to marry a guy who is a doctor. the best part is that i know his screenname. translation: drugs.

K: yo i need some meds i think
H: sure
H: do you want me to call you in a rx

JEALOUS??!

Are You Doughy, White and Sad?

not suitable for republicans.

Stuff White People Like #99: GRAMMAR

i've always said that i am ethnically ambiguous. i am vietnamese, but am i REALLY?? no. i am actually part vietnamese, part black, part jewish, part white, part spanish, part hawaiian. the list goes on.

see how i'm white here.

toodles

an open letter

dear hillary clinton,

drop the f out. stop trying to kill the party. thanks.

best,
kim














p.s. i know this is super lame after a long hiatus. sue me. i'll be back soon 'nuff.

Some Things I learned Recently

Kim seems to be seeking revenge for my blogging hiatus. I will hold down the fort until she feels she can return. So. Here's some other things I've learned here.


1. Amsterdam is not that fun with your parents.

2. There are a lot of stairs in Paris.

3. There's also a lot of bread. Of the 'Really Fucking Good' variety.

4. Americans and french should never date. Bad chemical reactions may occur.

5. They all lied. 'French' fries in france BLOW.

6. Never trust Momma Greene to know anything about technology.

7. Make sure you have a flashlight before you plug anything in in Europe.

8. I have seen a good amount of people actually wearing berets here. Laughter ensues. Beret wearing french people don't tend to love me.





Finally,

I met Omec from Legends of the Hidden Temple the other day..........





He said whats up.









A la prochaine...

Artsy Fartsy

Went to the Louvre the other day, holy massive packed amazing awe striking building.

I don't know if you know anything about the museum but basically when the Orsay train station was made into a museum they moved all works completed after 1850 from the Louvre to the new Musee d'Orsay. SO, everything in the louvre is hella old. They have decided however to try and incorporate contemporary works into the exhibits. They basically pick more modern artists, let them choose any wing in the museum they want and give them carte blanche to 'stimulate a fresh approach' to the old art.

When I was there the contemporary artist was Jan Fabre, and his works were dispersed throughout the 16th century paintings from France and N.Europe. Honestly I dont get how a coffin made out of beetles (seriously, green gnarly beetles) or a wall of dead birds and skulls has to do with religious paintings but his work was interesting to say the least.

There was one piece I loved though, it's a little figure, all musculature with a shovel and a pick digging into a brain. It's called

"L'Artiste Explore Le Monde"
aka: The artist exploring the world.







excuse the iphone blur, but i love the concept. more from my journey at a later date... till then