Friday, July 9, 2010
I shall not attempt to make lame excuses for neglecting this page. I could say I was busy doing exciting and important things, but that would be a fat lie.
From now on, I vow to regularly supply my beloved and wildly popular blog with witty posts. I promise.
I'll start tomorrow, because I feel like eating a baguette right now.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Now I am shifting my focus to Damn Yankees (school musical, in case you didn't read the previous post). The show opens in five days; I'm so excited!! Unfortunately, these few days leading up to opening night are commonly known as hell week. This is a time when we brush up our scenes, put on our costumes, and wait for the techies to fix the goddam microphones. It is a time of waiting around backstage in sweatpants, not bothering to even attempt doing homework. It is a time of baggy eyes and sleepy actors and late-night rehearsals. It's going to be a great show, though. I just know it.
In other recent news, Junior Prom is quickly approaching, and I still haven't decided what to do. I should probably go, because I am afraid that I'll look back on high school when I'm fifty and regret not going. But SHIT! I don't have a dress, and I don't have a date. I should probably ask someone ASAP, but I don't have the guts to do it. I've got someone in mind, but I'm too scared. Not scared that he'll say no, but scared that he's such a nice guy that he'll say yes even if he doesn't want to. Does that make sense? Oh god, I don't know what to do...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
It's been a little rough lately, so I thought I would give Blogger a one-month break. I've been occupied with the school musical, Damn Yankees, and I have rehearsal almost every day. I am also rehearsing for the annual theater competition at Ohlone College, which will take place the week after the musical. And I am also taking the SAT Reasoning Test in two days. My back and shoulders hurt from carrying my backpack. My head hurts from excessive school-related thinking. I have bags under my eyes and I stumble from class to class like a drunk zombie.
So as you can see, life has been a bit stressful. I hope you will forgive me for depriving you of your regular dose of Zoe.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
I hate their squishy, slimy texture.
I hate their toxic green color.
I hate the sound of a knife scraping against the inside of the peel, like when you cut an avocado in half and then cut it into cubes while it's still inside its rind.
I hate their fatty, creamy, nutty taste.
Guacamole makes me shiver with disgust.
I can't stand avocado in my sushi. People will roll their eyes and tell me to poke it out with a chopstick, but they don't understand that the sushi is permanently tainted.
I read that in Java, avocado flesh is mixed with black coffee, sweetened, and eaten as a dessert. After reading that, I don't think I will ever be travelling to Java.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
I've never actually watched the Superbowl before. I don't even know how to play football, except that it involves an awkwardly-shaped ball, violent tackles, and shoulder pads.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
So Nike produced a set of advertisements using the voice of the "Hokay" guy. If you don't know who that is, you are being deprived of something amazing. Watch this epic video and bask in its glory. Then watch the following videos. Gah!! They are just too funny.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Piece By Piece follows early Bay Area graffiti from its roots in Cholo writing to its evolution of unique typographies, to its shift from words to images, and its modern role in social activism. The movie features many street-art pioneers, as well as current artists (many of whom refuse to show their faces). It also explores the (usually negative) public opinion toward graffiti and the artists' passion for what they do.
A female graffiti artist who calls herself "Reminisce" decorates SF with images of horses.
"Tax Dollars Kill", a piece by Mike "Dream" Francisco. The spray-can legend used art to bring up issues like police brutality and racism. Dream is the perfect example of someone who uses his talents to improve urban society. He was murdered February 2000.
This here is some ugly-ass graffiti. This is the stuff that ought to be banned. It's an eyesore and is not at all inspirational or artistic.
What do you guys think? Should graffiti be illegal? Or should it be respected as an urban art form? I would love to hear your opinions.