February 2006 Archive

Calla

Originally uploaded by minjungkim.

Her mother tells me that while she looks pensive, her thoughtbubble is actually likely empty.

Oh my.

Last night I had lengthy conversations with two complete strangers at two different events at two different bars over two different cocktails.
Both men happened to be gay.
Both men apparently were in love with me and had to express giggly candor re: the breadth of my charms. And both got into discussions with me re: the roles/responsibilities of the modern fag hag.

Actually, the second gentleman stated that I wasn’t a fag hag. That I was a fruit fly. Apparently fag hags to his definition can’t get laid. And me… well…if I wanted to, I’m guessing it wouldn’t be *that* challenging.

Still. Yes.

A Korean woman of wit is back in fashion as the accessory of choice for the modern and hipster gay man.

Slightly Smushed Cupcakes

Originally uploaded by minjungkim.

They are now all gone.

I’ve been in new york over a week now and I’ve failed to have a single celebrity sighting this time around.

This is a first.

And my bro who has to ask me how to spell “Imbruglia” tells me today that he ran into Moby on the street.

Moi: “Do you even listen to Moby”
Bro: “No”
Moi: “Sigh”
Bro: “So greenday… which is a good song…”
Moi: (Rolling eyes silently)

Not to mention yesterday before we ate at the Chirascuria.

Bro: “So I was crossing the street today…”
Moi: “Yeah…”
Bro: “And I pull out my phone to answer it…”
Moi: “And…”
Bro: “So I nearly knock over someone and I’m like…woah…it’s that… what’s her name..”
Bro: “Who?”
Bro: “Halle Berry. She didn’t look that good.”
Moi: “I’m pretty sure she’s thinking that some fat korean guy nearly knocked her over and that you didn’t look that good either.”
Bro: “Hmph.”

In other news:
The roommate has taken my car out the other night to only have the window smashed in. Poor selma saturn. How much she’s gone through. *sigh*

And in today’s adventures:
Hanging with an old college friend whom I haven’t seen or talked to in years. This was fabulous to do and we went to this odd little divey bar with brassieres hung up all over the walls and ceiling. Some things thankfully do not change and Gentleman G is as ever, a good heart, a self depracating charm, and of good humor.

Additionally, dinner & cupcakes with two phenom diva singers. Nicole & Audrey!
One sings opera, the other jazz. Both kick ass. Nicole has great insights with regards to eating & living on the budget in NYC and lots of other good giggles. Audrey’s got an entire system down re: locating the best restrooms in Manhatten. Apparently this is desperately important to know. I won’t question that.

We went and bought cupcakes after dinner and before splitting ways on the subway, they both had to quell me from humming and giggling a new cupcake song.

“I like cupcakes. Cupcakes cupcakes. Pink cute cupcakes. Yellow and Green. Chocolate cupcakes cupcakes cupcakes. All these cupcakes are so keen!”

Of course, this is the kind of song you would hum right before getting pummelled or mugged on the subway, now isn’t it.

Audrey screaming at me as the doors closed “Now put on your ‘Don’t Mess with Me Face!’ No! No Cupcake Face!”

I made it home safely. Cupcakes in tow.
Yum yum cupcakes. I’ll eat two, you know.

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It’s back.

That weird unreasonable and non discernable hallucination.

The one where my right hand (and not my left, just my right hand) for no logical reason, smells like cheezits. And no, I’ve not eten cheezits of late. And no, i don’t understand why it’s only one hand and not the other.

And yes I’m washing my hands a lot and yet it’s still there.

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Te comprimo la cabeza Bill!

Originally uploaded by memolinux.

I.. just… love.. this!

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Location: Casa Bro
Brooklyn Heights, NYC

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

Frankly, I’m just having a cheerfully good time.

Friday: Walked around Chelsea & Greenwich which is always delightful and foudn myself with a cute little cafe called Doma and a swift rendezvous with pal Matt at the Broken Cup

Next : A delightful dinner at a little place called Primitivo Osteria. Uber tasty I must say with the lobster ravioli that I savored like no one’s business.

A lovely sojourn for jazz with a cute place called Smalls where I met up with my pal Rebecca who’s my darling dearest diva friend.

Saturday:
Dimsum with Larry & his pals at Jing Fong (A restaurant sooo huge that it has it’s own escalator and seats somewhere between 1200-1500 guests) , running downtown towards Union Square where I bumped into the occasional person leaving the flashmob pillowfight, shopping with my friend Plee & then having fabulous desserts at this charming Dessert Bar called Chikalicious . Funness and total tongue tingling joy between the rosemary gel w/ yogurt sorbet, warm melty chocolate tart, candied lime slices, homemade coconut marshmallows & chocolate truffle.

Heath & I tried to see the Point Break Live show but alas it was sold out so we just hung out and got to know each other better. Rewarding good intimate conversations are always a joy. Especially when your tummy is full of good hotdog. I mean seriously good hotdog from Sparky’s. It makes a person forget how weird it is winding up at a local dive bar called The Turkey’s Nest where, no joke, the ladies restroom is referenced by the sign Turquettes. Which just makes me kind of want to swear and cuss up a storm.

Sunday: Walking around Brooklyn and taking loads of pix. An awesome burger yon at Dumont’s Burger Linking up at a Piano Karaoke bar called Soft Spot with my talented musician gorgeous friend Annie Lin, where the very talented Wendy Ip was playing. She knows a crapload of songs for piano karaoke and sings a load herself to keep the crowd entertained and delighted. Of all wonderful accidents, Annie & I were able to talk with Andy of Tourist in the City. Some of you may recall that Andy had done a fun little podcast show re: the event LapPop that I put together and that Annie had flown out to SF to perform at last october. Annie & I finished up with some midnight gal chat over cocoa and talked about baking a cake together later in the week before I headed home for a good night’s sleep.

Monday: The Bodies Exhibition with JY followed up puttering around chinatown and finished up by a homemade dinner of lobsters & corn on the cob. Yes, a boy killed me a lobster. Quick drinks with Swerdloff at this cute bar called Tribe & then offwards I went.

Tuesday: I think I’m staying in today. Doing laundry. Letting my legs rest a bit, and trying to figure out things that get finalized through the rest of the week.

Wee.

**** Edit***
Brother just called to say we’re doing some furniture shopping (for him) and heading out for Brazillian BBQ Carnivorism. Woot.

Soy luck club

Originally uploaded by minjungkim.

The most annoying name for a restaurant.
Evar.

Location: Casa Bro
Brooklyn Heights, NYC

Currently trying to avoid getting sick from my bro and his wife.
Happily corrected boot errors with the computer.
Scheduling, 1,2,3,4,5 interviews via phone or in person for when I get back.

And hanging.

Plans in flux for the rest of the week but I’m off for a walk.
Hanging with sick people at home makes you less motivated to leave the house.
And that’s just not right. I could do that in SF for days on end and at least have a bigger TV at my disposal.

In Consumption: I’ve completely caught up with the last two seasons of BattleStar Galactica. Finished the books Blink by Gladwell & An Unquiet Mind by Kay Redfield Jamison, am half way through Bill Bryson’s “A Short History of Nearly Everything” and seen Matador.

Blink is brilliant and thought provoking in terms of makign one re-evaluate gut responses/judgements/predjudices and behaviors. An Unquiet Mind is re: bipolar autobiography — somewhat apropro for some of the things I’ve been goign throguh of late and Bryson is simply brilliant and charming. I mean, if you can make Avogaddro’s number seem entertaining, then you got something good on your hands. I’m such a nerd.

Things otherwise of entertainment value: My brother is making kimchi jjigheh tonight. With Bacon. This is how we know we’re related. Golly. And also, teaching my brother how to use Itunes Store and how to spell Imbruglia.

Tis these little things that bring delight.

Last Roll – 143.jpg

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Chicago style.