Archive for December, 2007


Onion Tears

Warning! Do not read The Onion while alone in a crowded train. It will make you tear from trying to choke back manic laughter that sounds like BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! that wouldn’t seem as crazy if you had someone else next to you for some odd reason.

I have not read a single unfunny and unclever article in the many issues I’ve read in The Onion yet. It’s that good.

LOL moments in this week’s issue:

Yoga Soundscape

I attended my first Yoga Soundscape event last evening.

Yoga Soundscape is a yoga class described to: “Warm yourselves up with a uniquely woven yogic experience led by Aarona, fused with live eclectic sounds & beats from DJ Sascha. Then, bliss out to a sound healing musical performance guiding you into a deep Savasana meditation with Tbird & Laraaji. Projected visuals will awaken your third eye with Casey of Projectile Arts.”

It all sounds really fantastic in theory. Yoga with live music and trippy visuals? Sounds good! It’ll be like going to a club and instead of dealing with drunk people and spilled drinks, I can do yoga!

In practice though, I discovered that I liked my live music/trippy visuals and yoga served separately. In many ways, it was because I’m a beginner yogi and I need gentle instruction on what to do next. This session was more like do this! do this! do this! to the music! let the visuals flow through you! get into it! and…it was all very distracting. When it came to the balancing poses where you are supposed to focus on one drishti (focal point), I couldn’t find a single spot on the wall that was not a moving visual. At some points, I felt like I was part of a dance act and did not practice my choreography well enough. I like my yoga in silence, aside from my teacher’s instruction, because I don’t want to be listening to anything, even my own head.

The savasana (meditation) part was great however. It was sufficiently long (I love laying there so much that I find most meditation parts too short in my classes) and they a lady singing (amazing) and people walking around you either: (i) spraying some aromatherapy (I like to call it “hippie juice”) on you; (ii) playing a trippy gong around your head; (iii) singing above you; or (iv) giving you a head massage. I felt so spoiled. When I got home, Pat said “you smell like a hippie”.

I wasn’t surprised to hear that they did this in Burning Man as well. I’d love to go attend one of their sessions when I finally get myself to Burning Man in 2008. But next time, I’d expect a music/light show with yoga instead of yoga with music/light show.

Who Knows What Miracles…

2 Saturdays ago, I called my parents. I call them every Saturday evening (Sunday morning Singapore time) and they are usually going swimming, coming back from swimming, eating at some food court/hawker center, or doing housework, or still sleeping.

2 Saturdays ago, I called them thinking they were doing one of the above in Singapore. My mom was like “hello! We’re in Egypt!” My father was like “Hello! We are now on the River Nile!” WHAT? Somehow they forgot to tell me (”export model”…hmph!) that they were going to Egypt, that’s how cool my parents are.

It’s been my mom’s dream to see the pyramids and I was so happy to hear that she got to fulfill that dream. This picture of theirs took my breath away:

Check out the person in the bottom right. THAT’S how huge it is. It’s just stunning. Now it’s my dream to see the pyramids too.

ElfYourself

Our gift to you: a Christmas dance by the Chansidine family (sans 2 pussies..sorry, there was only room for 4 and I had to pick the 2 oldest ones!)

If anything, I hope this brought a smile to your face…cos it cracked me up!

Now, isn’t this just perfect?

The first day of pounding snow and my snowboots zipper broke this morning.

D’oh!

Koons’ Toons

The guy in this picture (the one that’s not Pat, duh!):
Jeff Koons
is Jeff Koons. I knew his work but didn’t know what he looked like until we were randomly watching an episode of Iconoclasts tonight and Pat yelled “hey! That’s the guy in my picture!”

When they showed his work in Iconoclast, we just thought they were amazing. Then when Pat researched more about it, he exclaimed “oh my god, I -hated- this work at the SF MOMA, just hated it”. Jeff Koons made this:
Michael and Bubbles

I love Michael and Bubbles, but I really can’t stand this sculpture either. All his other work are bad-ass though.

Okay, just something random.

I call this one Patrick and Bubbles. I love my men with monkeys.
Pat and BubblesMichael and Bubbles

Some Like It Big

It’s scary how many hits a day my blog gets from people google searching “big pussies”.

Really?

A Day of Yan Lei, Banksy, Blu, Oscar and Snowman

On Saturday, the Chansidines & Olive/Erik hung out at the Chelsea art galleries where we saw Yan Lei, Banksy, and Blu. Then we went to Chelsea market and had the best tom yum (go figure!) in NYC and bought crazy looking cupcakes, went back to Park Slope for a dinner party at their friends’ house, and did some disturbing things to the Oscar and Snowman cupcakes.

In sum, the whole day was one big photo op.

Yan Lei at the Robert Miller Gallery


Everytime I see a picture of Mao, I just think of that quote by Homer Simpson where he saw Mao at the Mausoleum: “Aww…Look at him. He’s just like a little angel who killed 50 million people. Yes you are…yes you are!”














Banksy at the Vanina Holasek Gallery

(technically, that was a graffiti outside the gallery)






Blu at the Jonathan Levin Gallery

Picture of the room this video was made/shown.

Blek le Rat at the Jonathan Levin Gallery

Microbo at the Jonathan Levin Gallery

Space Invader at the Jonathan Levin Gallery


Ruthy’s Baked Goods at Chelsea Market
Cupcake cake anyone?

Kinda nightmarish


What Olive bought:

Photo op with Oscar:

Doing disturbing things to Oscar:




How Oscar ended up (fell on the floor under the weight of 2 knives in a greeny bloody mess):


Snowman did it:

Snowman gets beheaded:




We are sick mofos.

And that’s how we spend our winter weekends.

More Oh! New York!

Four Women Pole Dance Their Way to Cash on Subway – from the Gothamist.

Question: how long would have these girls been allowed to do this on the Singapore MRT before being arrested?