Cause You’re My Tenderoni
Posted February 21st, 2008 | Filed under: Music | 9 Comments »My darling sister and I will be at the Coachella Music Fest on the weekend of my 21st birthday! Look at this lineup:
Roger Waters, Portishead, Jack Johnson, Kraftwerk, The Verve, The Raconteurs, Death Cab for Cutie, My Morning Jacket, Justice, Cafe Tacvba, Fatboy Slim, Gogol Bordello, Rilo Kiley, Chromeo, Dwight Yoakam, The Streets, The National, M.I.A., Metric, Hot Chip, Cold War Kids, Kate Nash, Danny Tenaglia, Pendulum, DeVotchka, Simian Mobile Disco, Flogging Molly, Mark Ronson, Midnight Juggernauts, The Cool Kids, Minus the Bear, Sia, Cinematic Orchestra, Junkie XL, Jens Lekman, I’m From Barcelona, Vampire Weekend, Architecture in Helsinki, The Bees, Yoav, and more, much more!
Excitement is one of those emotions I have a harder time curbing. Whoo!
I Love Beirut.
Posted February 20th, 2008 | Filed under: Music | 2 Comments »I’m sure the Lebanese capital is wonderful (I plan on paying it a visit someday), but the Beirut I am enamored with is the band. Good grief! They sound like a mellow Gogol Bordello, and their vocalist does that sexy, effortless, lazy drawl singing voice thing. I found them on eMusic a few weeks ago and have both albums on constant replay since. Highly highly highly recommended.
The end.
Xin Jia Po
Posted February 20th, 2008 | Filed under: General | 2 Comments »When I first arrived in the States two years ago, I knew I had to make some adjustments: people would tell me the day’s highs and lows in Fahrenheit, and all the signs on long highways would indicate distances in miles. For two years I could deal with that, even if conversations, repetitious as they were, often ended with “What do you mean, ‘It’s going to be cold’? Twenty-eight degrees is perfectly—oh. OH.”
For two years I was happy to perform the mental acrobatics of converting miles to kilometers and ounces to millimeters. But my patience ran its full course at a Media Production class, when the Good Professor L announced that all tape decks on school were built for NTSC mediums. So I approach the Good Professor L at the end of one class and ask him if there were any PAL decks available on campus.
He sucks in his breath and shakes his head grimly. “No, I don’t think so. Do you have a lot of media on PAL?”
Yes. And my camera is a PAL camera, so I don’t want to chuck it away for the semester just because I can’t move footage on to a computer.
“No, of course not. Where did you get it?”
Singapore.
“Wow. Are you from Singapore?”
No, I’m Indonesian, but I lived there for a while. Graduated high school and all.
He gives me a beatific grin. “I love Singapore, it’s such a great place. I’ve been there several times for assignments and projects, and I love it. It’s so clean and…it’s great.”
I nod on dumbly. Should I tell him about the government stranglehold on free speech and a recent piece of legislation that the denied the overruling of a colonial-era law on homosexuality?
“I love the public transport system,” he muses on. “The train—what’s it called—the MAT?”
MRT.
“The MRT. Yeah. That was the only time I actually felt safe riding public transport late at night.”
That’s Singapore for you.
“But I do have a problem with those, uh, Singapore Slings.” He motions holding an invisible cocktail in one hand. “Twelve dollars for a drink? What?”
I shrug. That’s sounds pretty standard, actually. Where did you have it?
The Good Professor L smiles. A growing line of classmates have been waiting patiently to speak to him, and he is distracted by a boy who thrusts a question to his face. I take my cue to leave and slink away quietly.
“See you next week,” the Good Prof pipes over someone’s head as I walk away.
Bye.
Rats, he still hasn’t given me a solution to my PAL/NTSC woes.
Aiyah.
Two Seconds Ago
Posted February 16th, 2008 | Filed under: Shorts | 7 Comments »J: “Dhany, what are you eating?”
Me: (Turns around to reveal a slice of chocolate cake)
J: (Gasps)
Me: “Do you want some?”
J: “No.”
(Seconds later)
J: “Heh, heh, heh. Dhany, I’m judging you.”
Library Graffiti
Posted February 12th, 2008 | Filed under: Shorts | No Comments »Phrases I found penned and scratched onto the surface of a wooden desk in the library:
“STATS….NO…”
“ORGANIC CHEM SUCKS”
“ECONOMICS SUCKS”
“Pearl Jam!”
“I <3 Ham”
I wonder what the Pearl Jam and Ham aficionados are majoring in.
Its A Mixed Up Muddled Up Shook Up World
Posted February 8th, 2008 | Filed under: Shorts | 1 Comment »Found Cameras and Orphan Pictures: A pound for runaway rolls of film and SD cards.
I love you. Or do I?: Heart day is right around the corner. Are you prepared to express your sentiments?
Domnx posters: Women, bombs, rubber duckies, and koalas–wait for it–in Soviet propaganda style. Very cool.
Stick Figures in Peril: Best. Flickr. Group. EVER.
Recreating Hitchcock: The good people at Vanity Fair re-imagine Hitchcock.
Lo-lo-lo-lo-lola: When I meet a transvestite, I ask lots of questions. When The Kinks meet a transvestite, they write a song.
Right, enough mucking around and off to clean up the house. The desks and mattresses have arrived, and we now have no excuse to turn this pigsty into a livable environment. Maybe I’ll take pictures, maybe I won’t. But either way, have a good weekend!
