Burger Earmuffs

Spent the day with Kuya Erick and Até Lillie yesterday.  ^___^  We went to Munkey King, where Kuya got me these for Christmas –

Puffy

'Stache and Lucky Rabbit's Foot

And we looked at really awesome art/toys.  It was all very inspiring, especially for my brother, who is an amazingly talented aspiring character artist — check out his blog here!

On the way to Golden Apple, we came across a sign for Japan L.A., so we went there and I got these –

FUCKING BURGER EARMUFFS!!!!!

$8.  Wonderful.

After that, we ate at All About the Bread Deli/Delicatessen and had a pastrami sandwich –

OH. MY. GOD.  Not only did that place have the freshest, most delicious meat; the people behind the counters were very hospitable — and they played Radiohead B-sides and My Morning Jacket, and Band of Horses/Blonde Redhead type stuff.  Very chill.  The whole look of the place was very minimalist and a bit chic. And, my friends, it really was all about the bread.  FREAKING DELICIOUS!!!!  They gave us two freaking loafs of it, too!

Next, we hit up Pinkberry for a small original with Fruity Pebbs and Cinnamon Toast Crunch.  I guess Kuya likes his cereal. 

We went back to the car to put more change in the meter and we got there as the screen said, “00:01″.  Oh, damn!  We put a few more coins in there and crossed the street to our main destination, Golden Apple Comics and spent a little time in there.  Kuya chatted with fellow geeks and I found The Walking Dead #9, which I desperately need, but it was $15 and I almost spent all my Christmas money by then, so I held off.   Oh, and there were FREE Rocketeer 12×18 prints by Dave Stevens that we swooped on.

On the way back to the car, we checked out the gallery next door, which happened to be the LOST exhibit!!!!  They allowed photography, which was way chill.  Everything in there was absolutely amazing and awe-inspiring/adorable/so creative.  Great interpretations of one of my favorite series!!!!

Me with Até and Kuya on Melrose

That concludes the awesome last day of the family holiday weekend.

More posts regarding my early holiday family weekend, soon.  Time to start the day with some coffee and research for my novel…

Kicked out of the Roger Daltrey show in San Diego — 101809

Burgerfoot Drunken Musings 101809

This is an audio clip from October 18 of this year, when I got kicked out of Humphrey’s in San Diego for dancing with my lighter.  Okay, I didn’t get kicked out — I just got scolded (who the hell tells adults not to play with lighters???) — we left because the place was swarming with old elitists desperately hanging onto what living proof they have that they were once cool and then telling us –

“You weren’t even BORN when this song came out!”

… and…?  Just because I wasn’t born at the time of the release of an amazingly composed song doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to appreciate its impact and influence.  Music is timeless.  So fuck off, you old, ignorant imbecile.

But I had fun.  I consumed a good amount of spiced rum before the show.

I found this file to be amusing, so I’m sharing it.  Also, I lost my mp3 player not too long ago, so there’s no way I can record audio in my life anymore, and I guess it’s a sort of tribute to my nameless music player/voice recorder/sanity-keeper.  Looks like I’ll have to get another goddamn iRiver.  Fuck you, Loss!  Or — Forgetfulness!  Or — The Early Signs of Dementia!!!

A Few New Paintings

Done last night, both based on old sketches.  These are not as good as the sketches…

Don't fuck your cousins. Because this is what your kid will look like.

Self-portrait done from a sketch of a photo of me at the L.A. Zoo in 2006... or 2007...?

Burger Bed, a History

Tee hee.

The ultimate goal of my life is attaining this bed

It’s been a while.

For weeks I have been ignoring my journal and this blog and getting back into writing fiction.  It’s been almost two years since I’ve written any decent prose.  Or even had an interesting enough collection of ideas to one day meld into a story.  I’d been relying on real events to fuel my stories.  But now I have a completely different attitude toward my craft.  Instead of waiting to be inspired, I’m just going to take a few interesting ideas and put them together.  Whatever.  It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece.  As long as I’m exercising my chops, and re-entering my imagination.

On top of my confidence boost, I’m reading more frequently — I’m actually finishing books!  Jesus, that feels so great.  Not to mention it’s great to draw inspiration from other resources.  I’m also starting to get coffee with friends who are also writers, which is always awesome.  There is so much to talk about — our literary heroes and favorite works, theories, film, current events, the direction of American society.  I mean, you can talk about these things with just about anyone, but there’s something about discussing issues with other writers.  Last week I went to Rocky Roasters with Myke, and we talked and typed on our laptops for NaNoWriMo.  I hadn’t even written any prose for my “novel” yet; I’d only researched and made notes by then.  But, the genius he is, he gave me two simple words of encouragement, delivered almost restelessly — “Just write”.  Duh!  It was so simple.  I’d been so reluctant to write in fear of spewing out a shitty sentence, but who the fuck cares — that’s what revision is for.  Plus, it’s not like anyone sees the first draft, anyway.

In college I learned this exercise called burrowing (Thanks, Professor Haake!).  I use it quite frequently.  I started with the first thing that came to me, and that sentence became a few sentences, and that few became a coherent paragraph about the awkward ritual of bumming cigarettes from strangers.  And then I moved onto the next idea, just typing, typing, free flow of ideas and thoughts and memories, until eventually I was led to a completely different area of my brain, and what I ended up writing was prose for my next story.

I probably only have around 2,000 words down so far, but I’m not in a rush.  National Novel Writing Month was just a catalyst.  I am going to need well over a month for research alone.  I now have around 3 or 4 ideas I’m making notes for.  I may even shit out a couple of scripts if I focus enough.

This is going to be my new obsession, as it should be, seeing as I spent over 5 years studying literature and prose and throwing my money at the undeserving CSU system that constantly fucked me over.   And because my bachelor’s degree is in Creative Writing and I’m going to be doing this for the rest of my life.  I might even pick up a paint brush in between; maybe  write/work on my journal only when something genuinely profound happens.

And karaoke — no question I’ll be doing that, too.

In high school I obsessed over painting.  I churned out piece after piece without effort, and some of my best work was done at 17.  Then I entered college and focused mainly on short fiction.  Later, I got into photography and obsessed over that for a few years.  Then came the assemblage of my journals.  And, of course, a little songwriting here and there, a few open mics…  Now, I’m back in focus.  My fingers are eager, tapping on the keyboard with steadfast fluidity, ceasing only to pick up a latte, or, on good days, light a cigarette.

I am back.  And that unsure, self-concious part of me is dead.  I have a new pair of eyes set on my craft, and I’m what’s left.  Let’s see what happens…

Bracelets

All that's left...

Somehow I’ve managed to lose a few important bracelets which I haven’t taken off in over a year.  Some break, some fall off… but I’ve always managed to relocate and reattach the objects that have fallen off…

But this time…

Above is a photo of my left wrist’s current state of being.  Below is a photo taken in early July of 2008 in Denmark.  Around my wrist is one of the objects I’ve lost — a shell (or bone?) I found on some Californian beach.

Boney wrist

I’m kind of sad about this, but I guess I’ll just have to go shell-with-holes-in-them hunting next time I hit up the beach….  I guess….

 

 

Vintage Grime at Laureen’s, Journalized

Weeeee

Weeee, yet again!

Indian Feast, Journalized

Finally complete!

Shopping at Camarillo, Indian Feast menu

Ingredients, huge remote, bottle cap ceiling, drawings by Tim

FOOOOOOOOOD

Food, beer, party

Beeeeeer, crazy clouds

Laureen’s Unique

Below are photos from the Vintage Grime photo shoot at Laureen’s Unique antique boutique in Chatsworth.  (See what I did, there?)  I finally got around to editing for cross promotion.  Enjoy!

 

Laureen’s Unique

9765 Mason Avenue

Chatsworth, 91311

818.717.0962

 

www.vintagegrime.com

Vintage Grime archives on Flickr

 

October 13, 2009

Model: Missy

Photos by Alisa Damaso

 

San Francisco — July 31 – August 3 2009

Pages from my journals May-July 2009 and August-September 2009.  San Francisco with my parents, Auntie Julie, and Myly.  My parents had a wedding to go to, and Myly had never been to SF.  We stayed with my Kuya Erick and his wonderful wife, Lillie.

July 31 -- Rough morning, long drive up

God's vagina, moo-cows, bowling!

Working on my journals, breakfast, family time

I love my family.

My favorite picture of Oso (taken by Kuya a couple of years ago), scraps from fliers and junk from the Haight District and Japantown

August 1 -- Day on the town -- shopping at Haight & Ashbury, Japantown...

After shopping, we went to Japantown and took crazy Japo pics at Pika Pika, then we ate at Yo-Sho-Ku-Ya

And then we went to one of the last standing Tiki bars in the entire Universe, the Tonga Room!!!

WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

August 2 -- The best tranny show ever! @ AsiaSF

August 3 -- Day of Departure