Dirty Fingers by Kiko Escora, Chi, Ms. Cadness, Eggxld
Sporadic, More
In an attempt to mirror my SuFu WAYET (What Are You Eating Today), I can’t help but realize how it’s been anything but that. Funny how anonymity changes things. Where, midst total strangers, there somehow seems to be a lot more room for honesty to exist. That aside.. it’s all gravy, back to mirroring.
Siopao, or steamed bun (whatever you call it from where you come from). Left the somewhat essential hot sauce in the freezer, making for a sort of spicy popsicle number. Needless to say, my attempt at some sort of temperate (pseudo food gastro) contrast failed miserably.
On a trip out of town, I forgot to bring the camera on the dinner before so.. all I’ve to show for the great weekend of eats was some tidbits of what I had for our post lunch, lunch. In the search for something crispy.. Chicken Skin and Chicharon Bulaklak (Pork Flower Crackling? It’s the pigs large intestine methinks).
Back in town for something less fussy, operative word here being not so much less as it is fussy in this case. Curry Beef Pepper Rice from Pepper Lunch. Doesn’t this feel like is the ideal comfort food for such a rice-o-philic culture. The acoustics on this and on the two dishes above are amazing, ending the week with some sizzle to match all the pop.
Work Placement Superhero
Work Placement Superhero by mer de noms.
Being alive, that’s our Kryptonite.
Tonight’s Blind Item
Oh My Toes by Nobody Knows.
Here’s something I wont go too deep and far on. It’s a photo I took of a Lexus Editorial once upon a long time ago on a magazine that will be left un-named. Going straight to the gist, it’s probably one of the most genuine instances of WTF I’ve ever experienced, off the internet.
There was enough said emotion going around the table that it conjured up a “pochangina” out of the most unlikely and shocking of sources (testament to how odd ball the entire ed is). This the idealized Neo-Manila Lexus consumer of the year 3000? Hopefully not. But if this is what the future holds in terms of fashion, I’d get castrating.
Little Tokyo
A couple weeks ago, me and a couple friend/s had the chance to spend most of the day in Little Tokyo. Afloat, most of the day felt, least for me, like I was walking on my toes. I find myself unusually sympathetic to this place. It’s always felt somewhat homey. Whether that be because it is, or the particular choice of company, I can’t seem to distinguish.
Maybe it’s the faux Japanese architecture. Edo Style walkways serving as portal to an idealized Filipino interpretation of Japan (Great food, everyone speak-a Engrish). That or the twenty something strides it only takes. Each one seems well worth its weight in gold. Value being attributed to how far from everyday realities it takes you.
We sat there for awhile. Enough time for the glare of the afternoon sun to slowly recede into the evenings blues. For that day, I don’t think I could have any happier. Reason/s being..
Kirin Strawberry Yogurt (Definitely not in the ballpark of Calpis Soda).
Takoyakis, fresh off the grill (or whatever it is that you call it).
Okonomiyaki. Toppings today, Egg, Bacon, Pork, and Welsh Onion.
In The Dark, They Sparkle
Theme? Alexander Mcqueen by mer de noms.
Here’s the artsier, tumblr worthy bits of that night. There’s some amazing portraits too that I’d care to post but it just didn’t seem to fit in this string. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not. For the impatient / those who want to flip through it now, you can view it on my flickr by clicking here.
Eleven
Two Minutes of Cinematic Goodness by Blizzard.
Anyone still remember their first encounter with Starcraft? Roughly ten years ago, I’m surprised at how vividly I remember it. Coming from a person that sometimes struggles with “five days ago”, it only adds testament to how significant this game was for a generation who first ran into it in their hormonally imbalanced puberty years.
Nineteen Ninety Eight, Price Club Costco. It looked a lot like the current SNR we have over in the Fort. Exchange the first couple of rows after the medicine isle into two low level tables. Boxed software still common, the tables would be jam packed. Stacks side stacks of Flight Simulators, Encyclopedias (whatever happen to those?), typical skim through content, spare the rare Mechwarrior. It was all very boring until the day happened.
Black and blue, the cover had this shiny gloss, textured to the extent that it almost felt embossed. A velcro dot, held the cover closed. From the perspective of a kid who felt mortified after stealing a Legacy of Kain demo CD “left” on the grocery magazine racks, even opening it was a step too far for my then goody-two-shoes. But eff though, older people were having at it, and curiosity eventually got the best of.
A blue faced alien, sans of features. It, he, was flanked by a scarier one, and an oogle-eyed man in armor. Into the cover spread, and the first thing in my head, past the awe, was.. “This isn’t anything like Command and Conquer.” Out of all the game play pegs on the spread, I remember a particular one catching my eye. A row of marines firing volleys at what looked like a map wide purple surge of Zerglings (more flood like than anything). The entire packaged worked to great effect, as I didn’t make it to the next door Toy’s R Us that day. No Beast Wars pick up that week, or for the next couple of weeks, if I remember correctly.
For a preteen me, pimples on my forehead, sucking at pull-ups and dumbfounded by this thing called girls, Starcraft was it. At a stage in my life where seemed under my control, the satisfaction of being able to Reaver Drop on some suckass on Battle.net told me there was. Just follow the build order, and everything will be alright.
P.S. Do watch the Wings of Liberty Trailer (above) in 720p. It’s mandatory.
Workplace Dreaming
adidas Originals A.039 Resplit Lo and Mid.
Ah, the German Military trainer. I’ve been jonesing to have a pair clothe my feet for the longest time, but I just can’t seem to find the right one. Much like the “pretty:crazy” scale commonly applicable to most women in the world, the “price:value” on these looks to have been cut from the same cloth.
Every once and a while though, there are these anomalous situations. It wouldn’t be something short of miraculous if you ask me. Light hair, with storm clouds for eyes. Supple looking leather, doesn’t cost an arm and a leg.
I’d kid and say they’re a lot like Mew-two. But really? I’d be hard pressed to find a better analogy. Given only one or two chances, everything after it, suddenly much easier. It’s a true enough so statement that come payday and they’re available, I’d feel very much like I’d be obliged to pounce.
The Week Ender
“Echoes” by the Klaxons.
Odd how it feels as if the only thing that separates the past Monday from now is a blink of an eye. What ever that was in between, just motion. Memories set to a pace as out of focus as how they are remembered. Editing, sifting through footage. Through minutes, to the beat of clipping audio. These guys seem to be able to make sense of it.
Consumer Primer
Basics by Sauvage.
Chase drowsy meds with a shot of caffeine, and this happens. Something reminiscent to the feeling of a speed ball, or an afternoon in the Collective. The above photos are a product of wildly creative people, strapped for time and acting on impulse. Purpose being, sell you some shxt. (That’s about as honest as I can put it.).
Here’s one of the few projects I’ve been working on, in collaboration with the wonderful people that make mostly everything under the sun. Sauvage is a brand in the most two dimensional of senses. Basic, primal, raw, we’re not here to make you feel any better about yourself. Not to sell fake lies of luxury, or hark back to cultural heritage as alien to us as a burrito. Made to clothe people, nothing more. Ubiquitous as the air between your legs. To satisfy a need, keep you clothed while you mate, kill, feed, repeat (did I just quote Slipknot?).
Best I stop now before I go on a Papa Roach / Coal Chamber tangent, but you get the picture yea? Scoop Necks and Deep Vs are 450 each, come in 6 colors, and are light as air. Available at Blackbook, The Collective. Do check them, and the wonderful people of Malugay out.