Now & Then

I wonder if the Cobrasnake scene of today could possibly be our present day equivalent to the Factory in the 60s. That would mean Cory Kennedy would be our Edie Sedgwick. Steve Aoki would be like our Lou Reed. Justice would be our Rolling Stones. That's weird to think about. Maybe the president of Ed Banger would be Andy Warhol. Or maybe now that Vincent Gallo is emerging onto the scene and is adored by Cory Kennedy he'll fulfill the role. PROBABLY, and then when we're old and his brilliance is acknowledged and his face becomes a widespread icon on gap advertisements, I can boast that he wrote me an email requesting my picture. What do you think of the comparison?

Pepe le peu

Yesterday I got back from my 3 day field trip to Gyeongju. We went and visited a couple of temples and museums and it was interesting. I made a lot of friends surprisingly. Drank a lot of Soju and wandered into different hotel rooms all night with friends. It was fun. This morning I woke up and went online to talk to Jesse only to find out that he's been unhappy and has started making changes in his life that seem so out of character. Then I video-chatted with him only to find that he had cut and dyed his hair like a skunk. Overwhelmed because he looked like a stranger I started bawling and screaming and it ruined my whole morning. Who knows why, I guess I just still really care about him and it scares me to think of him becoming a different person. 

At 2:00 pm I went to Yonsei to take my placement exam, got 2 pages in and gave up because it was too hard. Afterwards I went to Dongdaemoon with some friends and met a girl who's louder than me that took us around to go shopping. It was fun but it's frustrating having to commute an hour from Yonsei to Gangnam where my Aunt lives because everyone else goes out and parties way later. Ah well, I suppose I can catch up on Anna Karenina. 

Seoul

Cutest Rice cakes in the world, in Shinsegae Department Store

This is where I ate Bi-Bim-Bop today, also in Shinsegae

This is me and my Aunt's poodle Leon, he is ridiculous but I secretly really enjoy him.

So luckily I made it to Seoul in one piece after a 10 hour flight from San Francisco to Incheon Airport. I've been here for two days and I am so overwhelmingly excited and happy to be here it feels as if I am going to burst. Yesterday my Aunt showed me how to work public transportation, and how to get to Yonsei University, where I will be studying for 6 weeks. It's about an one hour commute, and it is a bit intimidating, but I think I will be able to manage. We also went to Shinsegae department store and walked around the Terminal which is a huge underground market full of really cheap clothes and knick knacks.  Today I went back to Shinsegae on my own and walked around for a long time, I bought some gifts for a few friends, which I think are pretty neat. I was pretty proud of myself for not getting lost or stressed out. Everything is overwhelming cluttered with cutesy bright things it makes my eyes want to explode. Tomorrow I get to go on a 3 day fieldtrip and meet some of my classmates. I'm really excited/super nervous about it because I've never really had asian friends before and I'm not really sure what to expect. I feel kind of like a little kid hoping to make friends and not to be the dorky odd-one-out. I guess we'll see.

Nick & Michelle's Dweeby Sleepover Activities REVEALED

I stumbled across these while I was taking a picture of myself in PDX on Photobooth from a slumber party Nick & I had a couple weeks ago. Haha, I had forgot about them and they just really re-instated just about how nerdy we are. I fkn love you kid, I'm so glad your my boy BFF. FOR LYFE.

Airports

So I missed my flight this morning from Eugene to San Francisco, so in a brash attempt to make it work I was sent on a plane to Portland Airport (where I am currently; reclining on four leather chairs and eating a crappy sandwich that cost $5.99) where I will soon be transferring to San Francisco air. Then I am told to run as fast as my little legs can carry me, out of security, to the International terminal, haggle my way into a ticket to Seoul, then run back through security, and into a plane to Korea all in under 30 minutes. If I do not complete these tasks, I will be stuck in San Francisco until SUNDAY. So let us hope that all my elementary 1st place cross-country track ribbons will arise out of almost 10 years of neglecting to exercise and help me to make this god-damned flight. I've been in this stupid airport for 2 hours now bumbling about, but yay for free internet!

Bande à Part

"A thought crossed Odile's mind like a dark cloud: Arthur would always look at her like a shadow masking his view, as if an ocean of indifference lay between them."

Raspberry Pies

Ugh. I just spent like 20 minutes trying to figure out how to upload multiple pictures on blogspot without it looking stupid, but to no avail. So it looks like the only picture of the completed pie includes me looking like a huge dweeb. Jesse and I made it tonight and played Super Smash Bros. Brawl. The pie was raspberry and we made everything from scratch, including the crust! It was very nice. Tomorrow = band practice and cuttin my hair like Anna Karina.

Lip Synched

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3STEIFWhk4k

HAH. I just got a myspace comment on LGBS telling me they heard my music on youtube and loved it. I was really confused because I've never posted anything onto youtube before, so I checked it out only to find a girl had taped herself lip syncing "Laughter Makes the Heart Grow Fonder." Fucking HILARIOUS. Check it out.

Wack-Job Hotties

It's 5:30 a.m and I have been laying in bed since 10 p.m. My insomnia has gotten absolutely ridiculous and has only resulted in several hours of sleepless groaning, reality television watching, nacho-eating and internet lurking, only to find that Natalie Portman and Devendra Banhart are apparently dating. I can't decide if it's super adorable or super infuriating, and if it does make me angry, if I'm more jealous of Natalie Portman for getting to date Devendra Banhart, or the other way around. I've had a crush on Devendra for way longer though, and meeting him and having him put me on his guest list for the show in Philadelphia sort of obligates me to be on his side. He just really makes me want to date a boy that has longer hair than me so I could run my fingers through it. And then he'd wear it in cute buns and stuff. I read a bunch of really tragic articles claiming Portman's bad taste and pegging Banhart as a wack-job. She's fluent in Hebrew and he wears turbans, they're nerdy New York hipster celebrities, and I don't see how that's not cute, even if psychedelic folk is pretentious and passe.

New Blog

So I've been lurking Nick's blog lately and have been inspired to create another one of my own. Probably about the 5th or 6th one of these that I have tried to maintain, but hopefully I will be able to keep this one up for awhile. I like Nick's approach to blogging because I think it'll be a much lower maintenance approach and realistic ambition to update daily, or at least frequently, if the entries remain short and simple. My plan for this blog is less daily activity, life of Michelle sort of things, so hopefully no emotional rants or drama coverage, but rather, art/news/music/film/ideas/literature I want to reflect on. Perhaps brief notes of my life will be included, but more so my personal artistic endeavors and travels. I think that covering the trip to Korea that I am soon to embark on, come the 20th of June, would be legit to cover.

The picture above in case anyone is reading and wondering is from Godard's La Chinoise. I watched the film fairly recently (about a week or so) with Cassidy and it just blew my mind. I figured I'd put it up so I could mention my screen name's inspiration (littleredmaomao,) particularly the sweetest french rock song. The song is all about communism and has a great hook that consists of a little "Mao! Mao!" hail at the end of each verse stanza. I would really like to cover it. I highly recommend the film, I think it's definitely one of his best. The movie is especially pleasant if you are able to watch it in a place where you can smoke simultaneously, as French movies often include chain-smoking and can be rather torturous to get through if you are a smoker and have to pause every half hour to relieve yourself.