Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
Dec 31, 2005
In California now, about to leave for New York City in a few hours.
With a blog, the constant literary tone is primarily some sort of super-biased dissection of obvious cultural phenomenons - or at least, obvious to me. I feel like a blog is the dumbass's intellectualizing method of recreating a culture into some quasi-existentialist novel a la "The Stranger". Visiting (and it's weird to use that word now about California) California always saturates my entire Camusian side to the point of hopeless exasperation. Why.
On the East Coast, I always forget that the AZN is somewhat of a foreign novelty (though, novelty in a strictly neutral connotation). Some Asian-American male in New York City walking around decked out in Armani Exchange/Banana Republic, sporting a zero-fade, with one earing, driving some slammed '98 Integra with 17' rims is not only rare, but to the East Coasties, intriguing.
In California? It's gross. I just got back from Dave and Buster's in Milpitas and made quite the depressing realization: I look different at Juilliard but in Cali? Holy shit I look like every single guy here. No wonder - on the East Coast, when a Californian Asian-American male has migrated to New York City, I can smell it a mile away. As much as all of us try and reject the immaturity of the AZN culture in California, it takes a migration to the East Coast to realize - you can take the boy out of California, but you really really can't take the California out of the boy.
It's just not possible.
With a blog, the constant literary tone is primarily some sort of super-biased dissection of obvious cultural phenomenons - or at least, obvious to me. I feel like a blog is the dumbass's intellectualizing method of recreating a culture into some quasi-existentialist novel a la "The Stranger". Visiting (and it's weird to use that word now about California) California always saturates my entire Camusian side to the point of hopeless exasperation. Why.
On the East Coast, I always forget that the AZN is somewhat of a foreign novelty (though, novelty in a strictly neutral connotation). Some Asian-American male in New York City walking around decked out in Armani Exchange/Banana Republic, sporting a zero-fade, with one earing, driving some slammed '98 Integra with 17' rims is not only rare, but to the East Coasties, intriguing.
In California? It's gross. I just got back from Dave and Buster's in Milpitas and made quite the depressing realization: I look different at Juilliard but in Cali? Holy shit I look like every single guy here. No wonder - on the East Coast, when a Californian Asian-American male has migrated to New York City, I can smell it a mile away. As much as all of us try and reject the immaturity of the AZN culture in California, it takes a migration to the East Coast to realize - you can take the boy out of California, but you really really can't take the California out of the boy.
It's just not possible.
Dec 6, 2005
News.
Most of you know the reason for my blogging drought - my apologies; I'm at school from morning to night.
A good friend of mine recently came out of the closet, as a lot of you know by now - much love and respect, homes. Bravest thing I've ever seen anybody do.
For any of you around the east coast on Christmas Eve, please hit me up. We'll be spending it in New Haven, CT. For any of you around the west coast on Christmas Day, please hit me up. We'll be spending it in Palo Alto, CA. This marks a particularly emotional Christmas Eve, as one of my closest friends will be permanently leaving the country to take on a job in Santiago, Chile. Much love.
For some reason, I don't have much to write about these days. Is Juilliard stealing away my creativity?
Most of you know the reason for my blogging drought - my apologies; I'm at school from morning to night.
A good friend of mine recently came out of the closet, as a lot of you know by now - much love and respect, homes. Bravest thing I've ever seen anybody do.
For any of you around the east coast on Christmas Eve, please hit me up. We'll be spending it in New Haven, CT. For any of you around the west coast on Christmas Day, please hit me up. We'll be spending it in Palo Alto, CA. This marks a particularly emotional Christmas Eve, as one of my closest friends will be permanently leaving the country to take on a job in Santiago, Chile. Much love.
For some reason, I don't have much to write about these days. Is Juilliard stealing away my creativity?
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