Monday, July 25, 2011
Playing Ketchup
AH MAH GAWD!
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Grieving Really Extreme
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Shabazz Palaces – Belhaven Meridian, directed by Kahlil Joseph
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Thick Dumpling Skin: The Bootch Edition
Are you an Asian female who's reminded that she's fat, skinny, losing weight, gaining weight at every family party? Perhaps you were confronted with a scenario where a female family member noted that you were fat and gaining weight, and then proceeded to shove an enormous plate of food in front of your face.
Thao and Mirah
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Photoshoot with Ann Borja
Friday, July 8, 2011
No Facebook Day 95
By Jasmine Ty (Also fellow Bindlestiff Artist)
We no longer live in an age where we have to keep up with the Joneses. No, now with the invention of Facebook, we have the privilege of keeping up with the Garcias, the Spencers, the Changs, the Lees and the Millers. All from the comfort of your own home. We are now in the age of a digital democracy. You have the right to post pretentious status updates, list enviable schools and jobs, show off exotic vacation photos, baby videos and more. You have the right to live the good life for all to see. And because every picture, every post is meticulously selected, everyone has an obnoxiously good life.
I wonder what you do offline. I wonder what your status is overall. Chris is... Dennis is... Heather is... A news feed of what you're thinking, what you're doing every second of the day, political commentaries, pro- and anti-religious sentiments, rambling rants, mundane musings. It's like hearing everyone at full volume, thoughts formerly reserved only for yourself on broadcast for 675 "friends" to hear. Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful for what social networking does: reuniting people, helping causes, spreading awareness. But sometimes, I don't really care what you think.
I'm giving up. I cannot compete with your digital self -- carefully orchestrated posts and photos. I cannot keep up with where you are. Karen is at Golden Gate park...in Las Vegas...at the movies. I want a break from "connecting and sharing with the people in my life" as the slogan goes. I want to sit and eat good food without anyone knowing about it. I want to turn off my "share" button and stop announcing my break-ups, make-ups or telling the world "It's complicated." Who cares? I don't want to poke anyone, play Farmville or give you any more access to my digital DNA than I already have. I want to post images only to my mind, only for me to see. Above all, I want to stop referring to myself in third person, stop posting comments and start living a life beyond Facebook walls.
Do me a favor and please don't "like" this.
With a Perspective, I'm Jasmine Ty.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Favorite GRE Word of The Day
July Shenanigans
The apartment also has peacocks walking around. Here's the alpha peacock finding refuge from all of the noise.
My friend Judith also celebrated with us. One of my favorite bloggers Yoshi did a post about hand pulled noodles, and it's been stuck in my brain since. I inserted the craving into Judith's head, so we headed down to the San Gabriel Area to find some. I played detective Yelper, and found Kam Hong Garden. The food here is AMAZING. Huge portions, fresh noodles, and the dumplings are to DIE for! I'm talking like an annoying yelp review, but I fucking swear this place is the business. Please be jealous of the pictures below.
Roommate is KO'd by the Noodles
Slurp Slurp Slurp! Sluuuuuuurp!
My Friend Ava also stopped by LA for the Backstreet Boys/NKOTB concert. She's been a die hard NKOTB Blockhead ever since I've known her. She and I ate at Bottega Louie, which has the best pasta pomordoro this bootch has ever tasted!