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Friday, July 25, 2003

Degrees of Separation

From The New Yorker: Six Degrees of Lois Weisberg. Excellent article recommended to me by Renee. Quite a long-winded one, but with lovely highlights that have struck me.

In the last 10 days, the goodwill of friends of friends of friends has astounded me. In the midst of conversation, I have been kindly offered an empty apartment in Toronto to stay in while I'm there. (That's hundreds of dollars in hostel/hotel fees saved...and an added security for a girl traveling by herself.) Another friend of a friend that I struck up conversation with at Anu turned out to be a Toronto local who has offered to show me the clubs/bars worth visiting. While at Montreal, I will likely have a couple of other acquaintences to meet up with.

I am far far from being a socialite. On the contrary, I've more than often been accused of being anti-social, not having the patience to smile and yak with everyone every time. But once in a while, I enjoy the occasional conversation with someone else in the group that seems to stand outside the crowd of faces somehow, usually the other person who looks like he/she has enjoyed merely observing. Yet somehow or other, the networks keep expanding, evolving and integrating itself, and I find myself thoroughly enjoying the mere conversation as an end in itself. So unlike who I used to be, I wondered. But having a personality that sits on the fence all the time, I never knew how I really was anyway.

Point being, people are essentially reactive. Being blessed enough to have had no foul experiences warranting a suspicion/discomfort towards anyone new, I start out liking them first, which lubricates the conversation, the acquaintance and possibily the friendship later on.
kellykelly, 7/25/2003 05:08:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

Gee, Toto, I Don't Think We Are in Kansas Anymore

My weekend was an entire ya-gotta-be-there moment.

After helping my boyfriend move into a world famous gay district on Saturday, we headed out for the night. At a major Castro intersection, I was tickled by the alternate universe I was placed in. It was wonderful! There were parcels of men everywhere, in groups wearing clothes not dissimilar from the Village People (biceps-flaunting singlets are a popular choice as well), with 'fag-hags' (new term I picked up) gossiping loudly with their parcels of gay men, in pairs, in cars, buses, the streets...suddenly, a car stops in the middle of the road and a dude in faux camouflage outfit jumps out with his hands clasped pretending to hold a pistol yelling to a dude "Stop! Police!". Slight commotion in the middle of the road. Natalie wonders to a stranger what's going on? The stranger says he's not sure...suddenly, Natalie and stranger-boy start screaming at each other and jumping up and down. They're collegues. He's with his boyfriend. We all do our rounds of introducing. A well-dressed girl holds a paper cup, shaking it as if she's a homeless beggar chanting up and down the street "50 cents for the gay bar? 50 cents for the gay bar? 50 cents for the gay bar?". It was arguably the best 8 minutes of my week so far. (Apparently camouflage man was not really a cop. His eyebrows were too groomed for that. The dude he was chasing allegedly spat on his car after camouflage man honked him for crossing the road too slowly. Men.)

Then we head to Dalva where a group of us hung out till about 130am. None of us were ready to go home. Hence, the Green Gorrilla's underground warehouse rave where there wasn't really a "norm".

Sunday, we visited someone's new abode. All I heard about it was that it was in the hills off San Jose. It was only till I saw a topless middle age lady casually stroll by the gate that I realize that the Lupin co-op/resort was a naturist club aka a nudist colony. I had the same tickle touring the recreation hub with their tennis courts and swimming pool as I did in the middle of Castro...well, maybe a little more. (I did however have a different tickle skinny dipping for the first time).

It was quite the usual family club you see everywhere else really...parents bringing their kids swimming, etc. It just that the parents were as comfortable running about bare-assed as their toddlers. An overheard conversation (and I kid you not): "How's it going, Ed?" "Oh, nothing much. Just hanging out."

Oh lordy, oh mercy...it was a fun weekend to say the least! Only in California, dude.
kellykelly, 7/22/2003 01:14:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Sunday, July 20, 2003

Straight up

So my boyfriend's moving into his new place in the Castro today. Aside from having a kick-ass patio with a view and a fire-place, he'll be living in one of the most famous, flamboyant gay districts.

The Castro is an awesome place really. Aside from being the best party area, it's certainly one of the safest place for a girl to walk around in. We were pre-partying there last night (at his straight friend's place which was sandwiched between Hot 'n' Hunky hamburgers and Moby Dick). He had to get used to guys checking him out, not me. Poor darling kept reaching for my hand. I gotta watch out for my boy's ass here.

Hilarious. I'm going to have fun visiting.
kellykelly, 7/20/2003 05:56:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Friday, July 18, 2003

A Freakish Weekend

(Another belated post about previous days)

So I thought this summer of no-plans would be filled with delicious do-nothing days. They are still delicious, but do-nothing is certainly un-right.

Friday night was relatively easy, so to speak, watching the sunset at The Ramp, then heading to Zeitgeist for more drinks and yakking. We wanted to chill it for Saturday night, but got dragged to a fashion show at Studio Z instead, which turned out to be a great night. This unorthodox fashion show was entertaining as hell. You had models that looked like this:



...and this (it is somewhat nasty to mention that they made me feel like I was watching Jerry Springer...):



All of Sunday was spent on the Stern Grove Festival which was just crazy choked with people people people just cos the music was so good, the weather was so good and it was free.



Natalie decided that I was going to be her doll for the day...



...and gave me the sweetest pigtails that horribly does not correspond with my very non-sweet personality...



...but a freaky sid eof me actually liked the novelty of looking like a bobble-head doll (y'know those freaky Noddy-like things you put in your car with the head too big for it's body fixed on by a spring?) while killing my opponents with a 51-point 'LAZY' at Scrabble...



...and pose with my dude who's hair was poofing out in record breaking heights with his Jane's Addiction t-shirt:



A weekend of freaks in good ol' San Francisco where freaks abound. Hurrah!

But the impossible has actually happened--I'm partied out...just for a while. I need some time out. Thus my week has been filled with quiet afternoons in Berkeley with my best Berkeley bud Alex, reading (I love Harry Potter and all, but I can't tear myself away from Middlemarch!) and talking at the Golden Bear Cafe, walking down Telegraph Avenue with frozen yoghurt and late-night watching of my Sex and the City Season 1 dvd with my hun.

Just once in a while, I like this old boring quiet life of mine back.
kellykelly, 7/18/2003 02:16:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

Come to Pappa!!

Yeah, baby! A li'll $19.95 purchase for superMP3recorder, a few clicks of the button and 59:06 later, I have Anthony Pappa's YoRadio set tucked away snugly in my iPod, ready to be heard whenever where ever I want. Mercy! Mercy! The glory of technology!

My iPod has seen a lot of activity lately. A recent raid of boyfriend's CD collection bagged me delicious Back to Mine series by Danny Tenaglia, Faithless, Groove Armada and Nick Warren; Global Underground collections by Danny Tenaglia, John Digweed, and my boy Anthony Pappa which kicks solid ass. A recent raid of a friend's computer burnt me 2 whole cds of live sets by Anthony Pappa (yes, him again), Spesh, Cass and Tiesto. Found Perfecto Presents Seb Fontaine at Amoeba whose House collection made me drool. Amoeba rocks...beats the hell out of neighbouring Rasputin. So Seb's da KelPod house too.

The best thing is that after inhaling all this music into my ipod, it tells me that I have not yet used up 1/4 of the space available. Mercy! Mercy! The glory of technology!

Oh, and, and, I have found away to ensure a continuous flow of music: after walking into my room with my headphones on, I can mount the ipod onto its whachamacallit mount-plate, which has been plugged into my speakers already, and the music doesn't even cut off from the headphones, just blasts through both ends, such that I can remove my headphones while collapsing on the bed without a pause in the music. It's an anal thing I know, but it kills me to break the trance of the music when I'm thoroughly enjoying it. This li'll manoever makes Kelly a very happy girl.
kellykelly, 7/16/2003 06:03:00 am | link | 0 comments |
Marie

Marie left last Wednesday night. I miss her.

I've never known a time in my life when I didn't know this girl. Then I fly halfway across the world, experience a shit-load of experiences for 3 years, change in many ways and remain unchanged in some ways in that whole growing-up blah blah blah...she comes up here and when we lay in the dark, half-asleep, talking and giggling about something that happened at 10am that day or 10 years ago, my current schizophrenic self which is sitting between 2 worlds of Me feels soothed at the presence of someone who'll be there at all points and changes.





I'll see you soon.
kellykelly, 7/16/2003 03:19:00 am | link | 0 comments |
Summer Reeling By...

Where is my summer going? People, events, stuff, just keep spinning by me and I can't seem to get a grip.

Two Thursdays ago, I met a dear friend Jane briefly at the Sasha Boat Party...



...where we had a crrrrazy night of partying. Jane was always up for a good night out. Chick-friends just can't be beat when it comes to dressing up together before clubbing (we call it putting on the war-paint) or all-nighter chick-talk.

The very next day, the camping trip to Mount Lassen began. It's the craziest geological site:

We could play in piles and piles of snow while wearing tank-tops (Marie had her first snowball fight and made her first snowman)...







...nearby, we could swim in the river and splash in a (frrreeeezing) waterfall...





...and hike across wide green fields and dense forests...





...to these amazing pots of boiling mud and steam vents at Devil's Kitchen where I discovered that I actually like the smell of burning sulphur. Go figure:





A geothermal experience! I never had so much fun not showering for 4 days.
kellykelly, 7/16/2003 03:02:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Thursday, July 10, 2003

Streaming Recommendation

Lots to say about camping at Mt. Lassen. Suffice for now to say that I never thought I'd have so much fun not showering for 4 days. Of course, the fact that California doesn't have the 110% humidity of Singapore made camping without running water much much much more tolerable.

But this post is about a streaming recommendation: I think this set by Anthony Pappa kicks major ass. If that link doesn't work, go to Yoshitoshi's radio site and choose Anthony Pappa's radio mix (should be 5th on the list). There are some sets that you just want to listen to over and over. I find myself going back to that site over and over when I want to inhale some deep progressive house.

Now if only I can find an easy way to inhale this glorious 59:06 set into my ipod, I'll be a very happy girl. Very.

"It's a spiritual thing...it's a body thing....it's a soul thing...not everyone understands house music...it's a spiritual thing, a body thing, a soul thing..."
--approx 22:10 into the set.
kellykelly, 7/10/2003 03:52:00 am | link | 0 comments |

Friday, July 04, 2003

It's Love (Trippin')

I've longed to find a good expression for the excitement that comes from listening to something you really really like. I'm thinking a "good ol' ear-fuck" would be apt, especially when I blast a techno album, with all its layers of beats, grooves, chords, instruments, and all that etc, where all your senses are raped by the intense complexity of layers. If someone could think of a better expression, there's a comment box right 'ere.

My ipod's been pleasuring me with awesome doses of ear-fucks.

But the more memorable one of late was at Virgin (*giggle*) Records in Times Square, where I stood and listened to all of disc 1 of Perfecto Presents--Seb Fontaine. By the time Track 11 'It's Love (Trippin) - Matrix Vs Goldtrix' came on and I heard a female voice silkily purr "Seb Fontaine's got me...grroooooving babe.....", it was a truly orgasmic experience. It took all of me to not jiggle my booty and completely embarrass myself in the middle of the record store. There was a cute black dude hovering around the entire time, sampling on the other nearby electronica section listening posts, and looked like he trying hard not to groove to what he was listening to too. I would have sampled him as well, if not for the actual unmistakable desire to be with the one person who is able to "thrill (me) out of self-consciousness into passionate delight". Having my face rubbed into his at the airport last night felt exactly as I expected. Ok, scoff, mock, it's been merely 10 days that we were apart...

"Young love-making--that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung--are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of fingertips, meetings of rays from blue (eerr...brown) and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust." (From Middlemarch)

...but ya gotta allow the unjaded irrationality of young love, just by the fact that it's likely to be transient, no? I've long gotten out of the idealistic, gushy oh-wow-I've-found-my-soulmate crap. But this one feels good. Maybe the trick is to allow yourself the luxury of irrationality, while keeping in mind that it remains the irrational luxury. Save the test of time for the test of time. So be crazy, be trippin', just for a while.

kellykelly, 7/04/2003 01:37:00 am | link | 0 comments |
Food for the soul amidst the feast for the eyes

While my body is itching to groove, my soul's been contently fed with summer vacation reading. George Eliot's 'Middlemarch' is chugging along beautifully. I'm frustrated by the fact that I can never fully expresss how wonderful I think this (or any other great) novel is other than using uninspired expressions of appreciation like "beautiful" and "wonderful". So what one does then is just quote.

Amidst my obvious reveling in youth, the persistant "two selves" (Refer to Friday June 6 2003 entry) nags and checks my propensity to "rave on heights". Then I get to Eliot's careful understanding of Mr Casaubon:

"He had not much foretaste of happiness in his previous life. To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiatic soul. Mr Casaubon had never had a strong bodily frame and his soul was sensitive without being enthusiastic: it was too languid to thrill out of self-consciousness into passionate delight; it went on fluttering in the swampy ground where it was hatched, thinking of its wings and never flying. His experience was of that pitiable kind which shrinks from pity and fears most of all that it should be known; it was that proud narrow sensitiveness which had not mass enough to spare for transformation into sympathy and quivers threadlike in small currents of self-preoccupation or at best of an egoistic scrupulosity
...For my part I am very sorry for him. It is an uneasy lot at best to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small, hungry, shivering self--never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold, never to have our consciousness rapturously transformed into the vividness of a thought, the ardour of a passion, the energy of an action..."


...and then I feel less guilty about fully plunging into this "great spectacle of life" especially when I have the youthful frame to do so.

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George Eliot is fond of using "poor xxx" to express sympathy for her characters. It's not a sympathy that revels in gratitous and mawkish mourning. Nor is her sympathy is not of the pitying kind which usually arises from a snobby superiority complex. Rather, it's a feeling understanding of human nature, how and why people come to be who they are; how circumstances and character sometimes intertwine to spawn misfortunes of character and at worst, tragedies; the cry for the missed opportunities when that happens.

The latest Harry Potter book is wonderful in Rowling's revealing of Harry's insecurities and fears. It's an accessible work dwelving into and seeking to understand human natures, which is the hamering theme for most literature most of the time.

And amid all the benefits, reading is cheap, accessible and entertaining. Dammit...I like this hobby.
kellykelly, 7/04/2003 01:00:00 am | link | 0 comments |
The Jet-lagged Jet-set

So Marie's first sunset ever was the one by the Golden Gate bridge...that ain't too bad, innit?



From the city of San Francisco, we jumped to Sonoma on Friday night and sunned ourselves by the Russian River over the weekend:



Hell, we just plunged right into it...



From the Russian River, we took a li'll Highway 1 South on Sunday and goofed off by the beach



Hey, and why not rave a li'll at the sunset party...



...on the way to SFO...one draining sleepless red-eye flight later, I find myself smack in the middle of the concrete jungle of NY-friggin'-C!



and chilled a little in oh-it's-so-charming-pretty-quaint Boston



Just a neat li'll summary of my neat past 2 weeks spent with my best friend who has been nothing but a refreshing comfort to hang out with.

But hey, this girl still has to party...I've got half a day to recover from all that to rock my ass off at the Sasha Boat Party where my dancing-deprived-for-almost-two-weeks body has been seriously itching to groove.
kellykelly, 7/04/2003 12:16:00 am | link | 0 comments |