Monday, December 24, 2007

Winter Solstice > Kwanzaa > Xmas

So Daddy got a new camera and I've been playing with it. It's become obnoxious. But whatever, these are on Facebook anyway.

I think now I'm going to go ride my bike and spit on cars.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

(Azn) American Idol

THE EPIPHANY OF JD CHAN (A Synopsis) by Jason Magabo Perez

On a perfect earth where the only crimes worth ending are epistemic in nature, Asian American children are rigorously trained to become Super-Assimilators at the Fairly Eastern Academy of Transformative Superhero Studies. It is an institution of the highest learning, a place famous for its Radical Heroic Studies Department which offers the following courses: Introduction to Superhuman
Blogger: Daily Portrayals - Edit Post "(Azn) American Idol"Strength: A Practicum, Linguistic Approaches for Both Urban and Suburban Gangsters, Mastering the Hip Hop Dance Routine, the History of High Fades, Bangs and Spikes, All Things Kenneth Cole, The Rise and Fall of Asian American Middle-Class Angst, Pacific Islander Identity: A Myth?, Remasculinizing the Already Macho, and the Brilliance of the Nerd: A Comic Writer’s Voice Workshop. It is at this institution Asian Americans come of age. This is where JD Chan is enrolled.

JD Chan is a boy who is fed up with the politics at the FEATSS. He discovers that he has no intention of becoming a Superhero of the status quo. His real passion is in becoming a news anchorman. Throughout his short life, he has been fed up with the exoticization of Asian American women and their roles on live American news. He wants to tell the stories. He wants to be the Almighty Reporter! He wants to be candy for the eyes. But he can’t, he is fated to become a typical superhuman—a gangster from a ridiculously wealthy family or a math genius or a hip hop dancer or maybe even a backpacking hip hop enthusiast who claims solidarity with the Underground. His best friends—Marky Malabanan and May Le—disagree with his push for Normal People Studies. JD Chan drops out of school and trains to be an anchorman. But he is confronted with the ultimate truth—No one really cares to see an Asian American male anchorman. After a bit of struggle, he returns to the FEATSS to write stories for comics for a meager living.

Can you believe Parry Shen turned this down? As Jay texted me, Azn America is not ready for high satire.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Another protest, another $95

The above title is inaccurate; really, my stipend is 95 bucks a week, and I only attend rallies maybe once a week, and plan them every three to four.

In twelve hours, my teen years will be over.

Monday, October 22, 2007


I refuse to own up to an avid blogger status and have here attempted to maintain an aloof sparse art-type online publication, peering through my thick rimmed glass and under sideswept bangs, keeping the reader at a distance from these very close pieces of my life. Most unethical for one who has kept her private life online for six years and counting.

But my home is burning, Southern California, from Santa Barbara past the imaginary border (much as CNN hates to admit) into Mexico. Hundreds of thousands of acres have burned, people are fleeing their homes. Ash falls like snow, smoke clouds the blood red sun, a fog that smothers, entering lungs, unwanted snakes of cigarette intrusion. I worry about my sister although I know she is safer at school than she could be anywhere else, holed up in her apartment on campus while Santa Ana winds blow fire from Santa Ana to the coast. Here, our house is the safe zone protected by two freeways, as if a strip of asphalt could stop the flames that have destroyed nearly (or perhaps more than) 100 homes in Rancho Bernardo. South San Diego, north, northeast, and we're trapped in the middle, evacuations heading towards the center, the eye of the storm, imagined safety.

"It's Mordor!" Jay joked earlier and it was difficult to smile. Truth is, black skies, red flames licking palm tree silhouettes; this is a work of fiction come to life.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


I miss it but it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be this summer. Those whirlwind five days. We won't be the same people, next time.

Monday, October 15, 2007

She will never see this

We fucked this weekend.

Saturday, October 6, 2007

200 Miles

I really enjoy my time at Santa Barbara, whenever I make it up there, and I know it's not because of the location or the majority of the people. Just a few.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Opposite of Vanity

Maybe I should just go ahead and designate this a self portrait collection.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Sore Thoughts

I'm alone in Ice Skate and I can't call my roommates until my free minutes kick in. The very tip top of my right side back is hella sore and leaning over like this on Tep's laptop isn't helping.

I need to make a clinic run soon. My prescriptions are running out.

Sunday, September 23, 2007


I don't have Photoshop on this laptop, so no way to edit, or even resize, anything new. I'll probably slowly add everything from this summer first, anyway.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Meet Me

The last two blogs I attempted ended at 17 posts. Let's try for twice that.