the awesome/terrifying freedom

out here, somewhere, figuring it all out.

requiem project #4

the _____ of figure skating

johnny weir

is the rufus wainwright

of figure skating.

jeffrey buttle

is the liza.

ban comic sans

of all font atrocities, comic sans ranks among the worst. i've been on a crusade against trajan, but my crusade is really against it's overuse. comic sans is a tragedy in its own existence. ban comic sans. sadly, the t-shirts calling for its eradication are probably the best use of the font i've ever seen.

clay aiken is gay gay gay gay gay

haven't been on that topic for awhile. i'm sure everyone has heard about this guy claiming to have slept with clay. what amazes me are the message boards filled with girls who say clay would never be that stupid, clay would never be online looking for hookups.

oh girls, you just don't understand the mind of a homo. a male homo. and girls, generally, when it comes to men, sexually, you think you know. but you don't know.

anyway, there was no doubt in my mind as to the story's validity, but my friend who slept with him a couple years ago wrote me to confirm that the screenname quoted in the article is in fact the same screenname clay used once upon a time. it's not a smoking gun - perhaps if i had posted the screenname in my original blogpost, but it's enough for me.

prepare to be wholly disappointed girls (yes you, the ones who say 'why does it matter??'), for clay is most definitely gay.

more video

working on my editing skills. and just trying to enjoy my camera more. this is one of the pieces i worked on for karen kohlhaas' monologue class. behold pat.

the audition.

summer of '96

..was a bit of a moviemaking renaissance for me and my little band of filmmakers. we made AF1, and i just sat down and transferred the other short we made that summer, severe thunderstorm, a parody of twister, starring justin speer and szilvia schranz. i do have a screaming cameo at the end. enjoy.

justin, where did you go!? email me!

another brokeback parody

what are you??

this is a great piece in the village voice about one woman's 'mixed race experience.' i think she hits it on the nose, though because i'm white/asian i think my ambiguity is less polarizing than her black/white mix.

the author gets it totally right when she says that failing to fit into some people's carefully drawn boxes, you become scrutinized. i can tell instantly upon meeting a person if they are going to ask 'the question.' i can immediately see the confusion on their faces, and the subsequent attempt to hide that confusion.

"Let's just say that if you appear racially indeterminable, you are read all over. As in from head to toe, as in wherever you go. Like any other unstraightforward or indecipherable text, ambiguous bodies are given a close reading, between the lines. And if that fails to clarify matters, any serious reader will consult a primary source: you. You become an informant, other people's resource for more information. It's an intervention into your everyday existence that can happen anyplace, anytime, by anyone. You are interpreted, your body a sign, forever decoded and discerned."

the ones that shock me the most are those who ask 'what are you' with indignation, as though my very existence or ambiguity were a deliberate assault on them.

speaking of ambiguity - sexually, the kids are all over the place these days, and it's great. the new basement cryers are the 'cuddle puddle' and they're all making out.

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