Sniff

Life of Pi

Laura wants cornballs for her birthday. When was the last time you had one? If you know where to get one, let her know! She would be eternally greatful.

Weeerd

It's funny how people like to use the word "actually." Did you ever wonder what they really mean?
Also, I love pizza with hot crushed peppers and red wine! Ah, to die fo'!

Blowing in the Wind

After my colleague waited on Ashley Olsen, I went to tell the girl next door the proper name of the song and band I'd been pining after for quite some time, Float On by Modest Mouse. Then the rest of the day was pretty much a blizzard. I met a designer and nearly got my eyeballs blown out of their sockets! I rode the metro home with inpirations for a future shoot. Neat day.

Reach Out

It's a wonder why and how we fit into the history of mankind and the battles fought. I just finished watching "The Last Emperor," by Bernardo Bertolucci. The film covers an era when my parents were born. My father tells a story of his escape from incarceration and how his family's possessions were taken and burnt. I am grateful and most certainly spoiled by not having to endure the hardships of betrayal, corruption and uprooting. On the other hand, I find myself pondering, "who am I?" This question reminds me of the conversation I had one night, explaining why I answer questions the way I do. When I was in suburbia, people used to - and still do - question, "Where are you from?" My immediate response, after some contemplation on the correct answer, is "Connecticut." However, I know that from the way I look that people who ask this question are not pleased with the answer. I follow the response with a cliff-note to explain my genetic appearance, "My parents are from China." They seem relieved to know that I am not adopted and not some freak of nature... I am not sure I am completely knowledgeable of or fully embracing my background and upbringing. I feel a struggle or emergence within me that seems painstakingly slow. Should I feel a void for not being raised in the country where my parents were born? Should I feel as though I am betraying that country? It was not my choice to be born here. My citizenship, in my parents' eyes, has provided me a lever that other "Chinese" would not otherwise possess. It is the American nationality. With each day that passes, I am not sure that I am happy with their choice. When will I accept it? Will I accept it? If not, where would I go?