Did you know...? #1

That I am an expert hairstylist? This is from fashion week last week for the Joseph Domingo show.

I love Dr. Suess

Photo: courtesy of Timothy Kendall

Advice #1

I'll say this is good advice for relationships in general.

"Pay attention to your partner. Don't be selfish. Give—more than you receive. It will pay off in the end."

- Gay porn superstar Michael Lucas tells Bastard Life, on the advice he'd offer those who want to be the best in bed

Procrastination

is a costly characteristic. This week I have spent many hours and many many dollars on procrastination, or, er, um... the results of procrastination. Basically, what I've learned is that it pays to do things in a timely fashion. Its taken me 26 years to learn this?

Watch This #4

I've always been facinated by Painting with Light

Criticism

Some people think criticism makes artists better. Or even "constructive criticism" which is still thinly veiled criticism. Who does criticism benefit? The critic might feel good, like they have given this person some direction or help but the artist feels like they aren't good enough or didn't do it the way they should have. When in fact, the artist did it as they saw. They may not have the technical expertise just yet to fully communicate their idea, but it is theirs and theirs alone. They will get better with practice and develop their own style and expertness in time- no criticism required. Some people disagree with this concept. Some people need that "feedback." I think they've been trained to think that way through years of painful "This is for your own good" criticism.

Picture this. You're at the gym. And you are trying to do perfect pull ups. And some one is sitting there after every attempt and saying, "That pull up was no good. You didn't do XYZ." or "Almost, but not quite. You didn't really seem into it." Or whatever. You would probably say, "Eff this. I didn't really care about doing pull ups anyway." It may sound quite ludicrous, this example, but the idea behind it is a very true one.

Many artists are not born amazing or prolific or even proficient but they work for it, they sweat for it, they are even sometimes poor for it. ;) They practice, they do it over and over til they can do it blindfolded and sleeping. Many have had so much criticism in their days that, everything they do is "crap".

A lot of the time, artists will be critical of other artists and thus be critical of themselves. And because they are critical of others they assume that others are being critical of them. And so a vile cycle occurs and artists quit doing what they're doing after enough criticism- even "constructive criticism." I put it quotes because it is still criticism. People don't go to art shows or movies because they hope its crap. They go in hopes that it will effect them in a good way.

You might want to try something...

MAYBE STOP CRITICIZING OTHERS. It will make you feel less self conscious of yourself and your art.

AND MAYBE STOP CRITICIZING YOURSELF. You'll be amazed at how great it will feel. It takes practice for sure. But when you get the hang of it, it sure feels good.

Pet Names

Pet names could be two things. In this case, they are my pets from over the years. I never thought I was very creative with names but recently, I've been naming my neighbors fish and I'll say I'm quite impressed with myself. hahah

Currents-
Mama Kittie aka Coogie Moogins aka Moogin Coogin- cat (she used to just be Kittie until I got Baby Kittie)
Baby Kittie aka Little Coocoo aka Little Cootie- cat
Sir Galahad or Jihad for short- puffer fish
Gobstopper- sucker fish

Exes-
Scooter- cat
Ginger- bunny
Percy Marijuana (RIP)- mini bunny *see above
Fluffy- bunny
Snowflake-bunny (can you guess what color?)
I had a turtle once, I don't remember his name.
Doen-Die- goldfish that was never fed but never died (at least for a long time)
Jake the Snake- um... snake. Duh.
Cosmo- iguana
Wiener Dog- Dachshund aka wiener dog


In the boyfriend's fish tank-
Leopold, Mike and Ike (RIP), Mad eye (has one eye), Bob and Bob (RIP Bob), and another unnamed.

In Bryan Harris' fish tank-
Mike, Ike and Tina Turner, Garth AlGar, Winston (Crawfish), Lance (it's a bass)

I love animals. I wish I could have more. One day a cow and a horse.

Sexy Halloween

Um...

What is up with Halloween being the day or "season" to dress like the slut you pretend not to be? It's not just Freddy Krueger. It has to be "sexy" Freddy Krueger. its not a care bear it has to be a "sexy" care bear.

I protest "sexy" Halloween costumes. One year, I quickly made a cave woman costume because I had a great cave woman wig from a job I had just done. But it was too sexy. So I quickly changed. Its always fucking cold on Halloween, even if it had been warm the whole week prior. If you want to dress like a slut, then do it year round. Don't pretend its only something you do for Halloween. Me? I like to dress in things that are fun, warm and comfy. This year its a bumble bee- courtesy of Anne. Its cute and warm and I don't have to wear 40 inch heels.

I do however love the "sexy" Jesus costume.

Watch This #3

I just wanted to say, YouTube is kind of crazy! There are so many videos on there. Videos how to make an egg glow in the microwave or turn your ipod into a taser. I hear about how youtube is revolutionizing things and I haven't really partaken in it. It sometimes seems like there is so much to watch its hard to figure out where to start. I learned how to knit in the round via a youtube video. I think youtube is a very fun method of educating oneself on random things, like how to put on make up or how to be a ninja. I am personally missing "how to be a pirate ninja" or "ninja pirate" I can't decide. But if someone wants to make a video about that, I wouldn't be opposed.

Glowing Egg...

Floyd Lloyd Cuizon and The Bay Area

Over the weekend, me and the BFF took a road trip to our home area. We grew up 15 minutes from each other but never knew each other til 1999. <-- more about that later.

We went up for her auntie's wedding. But since I'm from there and my family is still there I thought I would do the rounds and see everyone. Anne and I arrived to her parents house around 4am on Saturday morning after hours of my DJing Rick Astley and Peter Cetera songs we were bleary-eyed but glad to be home. My mom picked me up from my aunt's house a couple minutes away and off we zoomed to the mall in Pleasant Hill/Concord for some good old-fashion shopping. Disgusted at the amount of purfume that was wafting through the mall, my nose started to actually burn inside Abercrombie and Fitch. (Disclaimer- I had to go in with my mom so she could by two shirts for her friend to take to England for her grandson.) We quickly made our purchases and left. I arrived at my dad's house shortly after where we had tea and conversed some. And then off to my grandparents house, where we had more tea and more convo. We left there to get to dinner with my mother's friends and had more food and more convo. At this point I am falling asleep with my eyes open. We went to my mom's house. Both had a quick nap and then jetted back off to my auntie's house in Pinole to say hello to my aunt and uncle and my wiener dog. Anne picks me up from there and we go off to visit with our old friend Rene. We eventually get home and go through Anne's year books and laugh at all the people we know. And fell into our respective beds with our eyes already closed.

Here comes the 1999 part.

Anne and I met in 1999. At the time we had boyfriends (actually, I was BFF with my ex at that point) that were best friends and were in the same band. We drank milk tea every chance we got and we took bart into the city as other Bay Area folk do. Basically this was the weekend of 1999. We hung out with Rene (Anne's Ex), took bart into the city to retrieve a taxidermy deer head and check out a local Burningman clothing store and then rode back on Bart with Floyd Lloyd Cuizon the deer. We returned to get Milk Tea from the one and only J&S at the 99Ranch. Listened to music from 1999 and talked of things 1999.

The bay calls. I miss it. It smells good. I miss my old house. I miss my family. I miss the bay views. I miss the cold. LA is a good place to live as its the only place to do what I do. But the bay is Home and always will be.

The house I grew up in...



Where I reside now...



Where the heart is...

Kombucha Pt. 4

I just bottled my second batch of kombucha. Its mighty tasty. My first batch kinda smelled like farts. So that wasn't fun. But now I have three bottles going and I am ex-cite-ted. "Baby" kombuchas are coming soon! I'll be able to supply the wooooorrrld!!!




Review: My friend Jorjeana

My friend Jorjeana Marie is a funny girl. Last Sunday Tim, Sean Sey and Katy Bright and I went to the Improv on Melrose Ave to see her host a night there. I've never seen her do stand up before but knowing and talking to her, I already knew she was funny. She hosted a whole bunch of "novice" comedians that pleasantly surprised. You should go see her sometime.

And then some dude picked up on me because I was dressed reminiscently of Punky Brewster while my bf was in the bathroom. He came out and enjoyed watching a random pick up on his gf. Sadist. ;)

I met Jorjeana at Peet's Grill/Bar downtown a long time ago, and then met her again as my acting teacher. I, actually, both of us, had no clue that we had met previously. But we did, Coincidence? I think not.