My sister and I made candy conversation hearts for Valentine’s Day. That’s right. This year, we wielded the power to say whatever we wanted on Val Day (or VD, which also happens to be the acronym for venereal disease). So F U, Hallmark. If I wanted to say “No.” or “18?” or “No restraining order can keep us apart” to my valentine, I could, and did. In the sweetest way possible.
That is, unless I poured honey on myself while saying, “Barack my world.”
Watch the video, then read below.
Emails Re: the Beach Scene in the Korean drama, “Harvard Love Story” [above]
Me: If this is what love is like to Koreans, I hope I never marry a Korean man!!!
Mom: You have to see from the beginning to understand why they were like that.
It requires cultural understanding. I think younger generation become westernized.
Love,
Mom
Dad: The movie shows raw emotions when he was very excited about his affection for her. In earlier times, the man would club the female to express extreme joy…
[postscript: one of theYoutube video’s tags is “abuse”]
“Well, I sometimes look in the mirror and think… My God, WHAT am I DOING with my life?”
- Duncan G, responding to queries of why he so frequently tells the story of how our house master had complimented him on the James Franco-like, New York Times-approved stylishness of the new, hairsome addition to his face.
This is a professional cake of a giraffe.
Have you EVER seen a giraffe that looks like that? First of all, I don’t think it usually has a smiley face for a head.
My thesis adviser and I had a good laugh over this failblog for cakes, Cake Wrecks, yesterday. In preparation for my oral defense, we have decided that I shall challenge my thesis readers to a dance off. How’s THAT for communicative rationality? Take that, Habermas.
Hot Chip’s “Ready for the Floor”
Equal parts pop art, nerdy dancing, and visual trickery. A laser-tag dance party at the Hayward Gallery in London if it turned into a particle collider; that’s what it feels like.
I’m a model! Of sorts.
My friend Kevin Burrows is starting a t-shirt line called The Windmill Club. Think hipster vibe, in the vein of Johnny Cupcakes—that is, if Johnny was a Harvard student with a Dutch heritage and the Cupcakes were Windmills. Or check out the pictures in The Windmill Club lookbook (click on the box that says Spring 09) and see what you think yourself.
So, I was lucky enough to be asked to be in the photo shoot last Thursday, and I had an absolute blast with Jake, Ben, Andrew, and Devon, the other student-models. And Carlton, who is an awesome photographer - I was pretty psyched that he was the one taking our pictures. See those skinny purple pants that the Asian kid is wearing in the jumping shot? Yeah, those are mine. They actually fit on Jake, the scruffy white guy, as well—even though he was about 6 feet tall.
Also, Devon is not wearing ANY pants in her picture. Shh! I didn’t tell you.
The Windmill Club. Check it out, see what you think, and if you like, buy a shirt for yourself for the holidays. Though, you’ll probably have to email Kevin (TheWindmillClub@gmail.com) because the purchasing link doesn’t work just yet.
