Look ma, I’m on a poster!

Posted by on May 12, 2013 at 8:00 am. No comments
Poster at the Ziegfeld theatre

Poster at the Ziegfeld theatre. The caption on the poster reads “IMMERSED

 

 

 

 

I had my face plastered on a few posters at the Ziegfeld theatre last month and I was going to send one to mum for kicks but they chucked them all before I had a chance to grab one. Shucks. I guess this photo of me with the photo of me will have to do.

And no, I don’t actually know the guy in the photo. He’s an extra that I met on the shoot and I’m pretty sure the only reason they paired us up is because we’re both Asian.

 

 

 

 

Zach Braff does Kickstarter right

Posted by on May 11, 2013 at 3:51 pm. No comments
Excerpt from an email update

Excerpt from an email update

Last month, Zach Braff launched a Kickstarter campaign to fund his new film Wish I Was Here. Regardless of whether you fall under the “Kickstarter is supposed to be for people without money, not highly successful actor / directors!” group or the “That’s frickin’ awesome — I’m dying to support a new film by someone cool like Zach Braff!” crowd, you’ve got to admit that the guy is doing it right.

I happen to be part of the latter crew who backed the project and tweeted and re-posted the Kickstarter link for all the other people I know who love Braff’s first film, Garden State. And as promised, he’s been emailing daily updates. I feel now as though I didn’t just fork a bill to support the arts, but that I’m actually learning something new each day about how films are produced. His updates are written for people who know nothing about film production so he takes the time to explain what each person’s role is and why everything is important. For someone who’s worked on a film before this might feel a bit simple, but for people like me it’s really interesting. Thanks Zach!

 

Upfronts and Waffles

Posted by on May 11, 2013 at 3:14 pm. No comments
WGN Upfront Ad

WGN Upfront Ad: “AN UPFRONT THAT’S BETTER THAN WAFFLES. BTW — Waffles are still yummy even if you don’t know what an upfront is.”

If you work in advertising / media in NYC, you’ve probably noticed the WGN ads for their Upfront. If you don’t work in the industry, you might be wondering what the hell an Upfront is and why anyone would think WGN’s is better than waffles.

Simply put, an Upfront is an event that a company which sells advertising space organizes to entice agencies and direct clients to buy ads “upfront” for the rest of the year. It’s their big dog and pony show to introduce all the big changes and offerings they have in a swanky venue which usually ends with a performance by a well-known band or musician like Alicia Keys (who does a lot of these) and an after party. They cost anywhere from half a million to over $2 million to put together, and every major network (ex. Nickelodeon, BBC, MTV) as well as many other media companies (ex. Google, Yahoo, AOL) host them annually; digital media events are called “Newfronts”.

The guest list typically includes executives and buyers from major advertising and media buying agencies like Zenith Optimedia, Deutsch, and Wieden + Kennedy. Because there’s an Upfront event every night during this time of year, the parties are big and the bars are flowing with free booze to attract as many industry heads as possible. Jack Myer’s Media Business Report even has an entire Upfront section devoted to reviewing these events in case you can’t make them.

The company I work for hosted our first Upfront last month and I had the opportunity to work on event logistics which is why I haven’t been as active in the blogosphere lately. You know how much I love organizing events like WordCamp: Developers and the 12x12 Vancouver Photo Marathon, so it’s no surprise that I had a blast working on the biggest company event of the year!

Now that the event is over, I’m back to eating waffles. Waffles are still yummy though. True story.

#Randomthought

Posted by on March 22, 2013 at 7:21 pm. No comments

Hashtag

 

 

A little while ago I received an email with a link to a neat website and a one word description: #hot. It was a sexy site, but I called the sender out on using a hashtag in an email. Who uses a hashtag in an email? He replied saying that it was the “new grammar”. Maybe he’s onto something. After all, Facebook has been toying with hashtags since its acquisition of Instagram last year. It wouldn’t be so far fetched for Google to include hashtag sorting functions in Gmail in the near future.

 

#Cool

 

 

Random Picture: Gumby triplets

Posted by on March 16, 2013 at 10:58 pm. No comments
Gumby triplets

Gumby triplets on St. Marks

 

 

 

While Zoe and I were on our way to grab pizza after the movies tonight, we stumbled across Gumby triplets on St. Marks. I’m not sure I even asked why they were dressed up in costume. After a while, you just sort of expect that you’re going to come across Gumby triplets in NYC.

Thanks for a lovely “date night” Zoe! <3

 

 

 

 

A typically random Monday night in NYC

Posted by on March 12, 2013 at 8:45 pm. No comments

Top recordings of all timeWhether you know it yet or not, you love New York. But how can I be so sure? I’m sure because I, like the other 8.2 million people living here, have learned that the city can be whatever you decide it to be. Your New York and my New York are completely different, but they’re both exactly what we want.

I love experiencing the city from someone else’s perspective which is why I had so much fun last night. It was one of those typically random nights in New York. My favourite.

After work I took the train to the Lower East Side for a casual storytelling event at a UCB theatre and got some practice in front of the mic before grabbing a slice and a root beer next door. The place wasn’t packed, but it was busy enough that there was only one vacant seat.

The person seated across from me was reading Dostoyevsky so of course we started talking literature. He turned out to be a Danish avant-garde jazz drummer visiting New York for a month as part of a government music grant. But of course! How could I have expected anything else?

After pizza, we took our sodas to a small jazz venue on Avenue C that’s sole marker is a small label the size of a name tag on the front door. I would’ve missed it completely if I didn’t have a guide. And what kind of music were they playing? Klezmer big band jazz with a bit of improv from a guest bongo player from the poet’s café down the street. Naturally!

The band was super talented but after the intermission we left to check out what was on stage at Rockwood Music Hall and I finally had a drink in the “third room” that most people don’t know about because there are no signs for it. Entering the room from the music hall feels as though you’re trespassing into an employee’s only area since you have to go through two unmarked doors past the restroom. We spent the rest of the night making lists of the greatest recordings of all time and exchanged them on post-it notes so we each have new playlists to explore.

And that’s a Monday! ;)

A $40 lesson in common sense

Posted by on February 17, 2013 at 2:54 pm. No comments
An expensive lesson in common sense.

An expensive lesson in common sense.

There was once a time when I believed in astrology, bought books about palmistry and Wicca, and owned a set of tarot cards which now gather more dust than insight. It’s been many years since anything supernatural has influenced my reality, but I did have my palm read last April and again today.

My friend and I made our first visit together on one of those girls’ nights out where we practiced our own exorcism of her ex-boyfriend with coffee shop sobs and greasy $1 slice pizza in the East Village. We each spent $20 to have our palms read at the nearest fortune teller in the Lower East Side and I didn’t plan on heeding any of the woman’s advice. Our fees were for entertainment rather than counsel.

The palm reader made three predictions for me that fell on a yearlong timeline. The first, was that a trip was in my near future and her advice was to make it a romantic one. Hell no was my response to that. I did have a trip lined up, but she was a few weeks off on the departure date and I had no intention of making it a trip for two.

The second prediction was that in November I would find my inspiration for life — the one thing I truly loved to do. Obviously I thought she was on crack. That’s a very specific fortune involving something very elusive. I discounted her on the spot and didn’t think twice about her words until November rolled around. She got it right. Shit. I mean, YAY!, but shit.

You see, her third prediction was that I wouldn’t be in New York in April of this year. When she told me this, my crack theory had been reinforced since I had just signed a year long lease starting in June. Following November and especially after making a rather unexpected career decision last week, I began to worry about this. I’m fully aware of how stupid this is but it was nagging me anyway.

Broadway production of Wicked in NYC

Broadway production of Wicked in NYC

So today I went to another fortune teller wanting only one question answered. Will I be here in New York three months from now? I probably should’ve turned around when the door was answered by a sleepy-eyed burly woman wearing stained pajamas and a scruffy pink bathrobe, but it would’ve been rude since I had clearly just disturbed her afternoon nap / movie watching time. I think she was watching Knocked Up. 

I opted for a tarot card reading and when she started placing the cards side by side in rows of seven pausing only to ask me probing questions which I tried to deflect, I knew she was a fraud. She refused to make predictions and the few statements she imparted could be used for any scenario. “Do you want to be here?” she’d ask after I asked whether I’d still be around in three months. “If you want to be here, you can be here” she’d say after I refused to answer.

She wrongly assumed quite a few things too, including the fact that if I were to move somewhere it’d be somewhere like California or Chicago or various other cities within the states that she rattled off while looking for a glimpse of affirmation in my eyes. It also seemed to catch her off guard that I don’t have family here and that I don’t live with roommates. She also got it all wrong when it came to work. Really she was just terrible at the whole fortune telling business.

Nevertheless, she did reaffirm something that I guess I had forgotten. She told me to stop wasting money on fortune tellers because if I wanted something to happen, I could just make it so. She said this right before taking the $20 fee from my hand. I suppose this time I was really paying for counsel. Ha!

Breaking boundaries by defining them at Antojeria La Popular

Posted by on February 10, 2013 at 2:48 pm. No comments
Regina explaining the decor concept at Antojeria La Popular

Regina explaining the decor concept at Antojeria La Popular

The idea of Mexican fare typically conjures images of chips and salsa served in a kitschy fast food joint with colourful habanero peppers hanging beside each rounded doorway. If this is what you think of, you should visit Antojeria La Popular.

Mexican architects and designers, Andrés and Regina, opened their new restaurant this past December to dispel Mexican stereotypes in NYC with two-bite tapas. Each dish is inspired by one of the country’s 31 unique states and served on a serviette featuring the same monochrome geometric pattern as the tiled walls which you think must be a move to modernize the establishment, but turns out to be another way to break the mold of preconception. The pattern and tiles were imported from Regina’s home in Mexico and is “a pattern of the people” she explains “it belongs to all of us.”

There was a lot of time for explanations at Antojeria La Popular where each dish was separated with ample time to refill our glasses of sweet red sangria in a relaxed atmosphere befitting of the artistic hub Regina envisions.

The capitol of Mexico was the first area to make its debut on our table with the Distrito Federal ceviche served with a side of Morelos (corn). Unlike standard seafood ceviche, the Distrito Federal makes a “tribilin” mix of three types of meat: white fish, shrimp, and sirloin. While the original dish is typically served table-side and still semi-raw in Mexico, the chefs here cook it long enough to be acceptable for North Americans while still maintaining the soft consistency of fresh seafood for all its meats. In combination with the mildly spicy corn on bite size tortillas, this was easily my favourite dish.

Right to left: Zacatecas, Michoacan, Guerrero, Sonora tapas

Right to left: Zacatecas, Michoacan, Guerrero, Sonora tapas

Zacatecas, Michoacán, Guerrero, and Sonora tapas were then served on a platter to share. The napkin holder on the table tells you that it’s ok to use your hands, which is comforting because you’re going to have to. The tapas to share are not easily sharable.

The raw salsa verde on the sirloin Zacatecas is a lively green but tastes like a very mild and unassuming garnish. The chicken and mole on the Michoacán is equally confusing as it looks fresh and savory with its mound of lettuce and crema dressing but ends up being very sweet in way that’s reminiscent of Asian fluffy pork foss.

Just when I thought I was beginning to understand the mild but varied range of flavours on the menu palette, I took a bite of the Guerrero and was shocked by the spiciness of the jicama tortilla. The jicama root is often paired with strong flavours like chili powder and lime so it’s not surprising that this dish was notably fiery, but the topping of soft tuna and mild mango which was likely used to contrast and balance the flavours did not stop me from having to down a glass of water immediately after my second bite.

An inviting atmosphere at Antojeria La Popular

An inviting atmosphere at Antojeria La Popular

Bacon was the final strong note on our sampler plate and played a major role in the Sonora tapa. Though the menu labels this tapa with the same ‘S’ for spicy as the Guerrero, the Sonora is more savory and comforting than anything else.

Oddly enough, the only dish that did not surprise was the Oaxaca tapa of crickets on a corn tostada. I guess dried crickets are more difficult to reinvent, but perhaps their mere presence on a menu is unique enough.

Antojeria La Popular is not the place to go if you’re looking for a quick platter of rice and beans. But if you want to learn more about the nuances that define different parts of a diverse country while enjoying great company in an equally accepting atmosphere, make your reservation before La Popular becomes more of a description than a name.

I was invited to review Antojeria La Popular on behalf of Gastrofork.ca. You can read more restaurant reviews here.

eBooks can’t cross digital borders

Posted by on February 3, 2013 at 12:20 am. No comments
Sony eReader

It’s not me. It’s you.

Over the past few months I’ve been spending more money on books (and now magazines) than any other hobby. I buy them online and have them shipped to my door (4 bought + 2.5 read in January). I go to the bookstore to purchase novels that catch my fancy (1 bought today). I pick through the stacks on the foldout tables that crowd the sidewalks on sunny days in Brooklyn (1 read in January). I buy them at the airport between flights (1 bought and read in January). And I also download them from the eReader store (1 bought today).

For my love of the written word, I’ll continue to purchase books and support the world of publishing until I’m blind in both eyes. But despite my affection for technology and appreciation of my eReader, I’m ditching the eReader store for one of its many competitors.

Today I experienced the frustration of downloading a book that was purchased using a US Visa onto an eReader registered in Canada. It’s like trying to open a can with nothing but a spoon.

I’m breaking up with Sony because like too many other companies with e-commerce websites, they don’t accommodate international travellers or citizens. More specifically, they assume that their customers don’t move across borders and so they don’t allow people like me to change their account information to include an address in a different country or credit card in a different currency.  For a technology-based company with an international presence, this makes absolutely no sense.

But maybe these companies have got it right about their customers not moving countries. After all, I’m no longer a customer of theirs so I don’t count.

The solitude of the soul

Posted by on January 29, 2013 at 9:08 pm. No comments
The Solitude of the Soul - Loredo Taft

The Solitude of the Soul — Loredo Taft

I found myself observing the city of Chicago a couple of weekends ago. I still couldn’t tell you why I went. The only reason I can think of is that I bought a ticket and decided to use it.

I did whatever I felt like doing from carrying out the uninspiring act of watching a Rom-Com while eating popcorn in bed to visiting the Intuit center where I could take in the reconstruction of Henry Darger’s room and descriptions of his six decade long manifesto like a long drink of something unfamiliar. Neither of these things turned out to be especially stimulating. There’s a chance I won’t even remember doing them ten years from now.

What did light a spark was a sculpture by Lorado Taft at The Art Institute of Chicago called The Solitude of the Soul. I must’ve circled that thing for a solid 20 minutes, churning stories in my mind about what it felt like. I decided that I like it. I like it very much. So much so that I hesitated before looking at the description of the piece in case the sculptor’s intent might ruin what I interpreted. But I wanted to be able to find it again, and so I looked and I read.

Quoted: The figures in this work are only partly freed from the marble, a technique that emphasizes the mass and outline of the stone. Explaining The Solitude of the Soul, Taft wrote, “The thought is the eternally present fact that however closely we may be thrown together by circumstance … we are unknown to each other.”

This wasn’t my first interpretation, but I agreed with it. Now, thinking back on it and the stories that it brings up, I agree with it even more.

Sidenote: I find it offensive when someone claims that they know someone because I don’t think you can ever really know a person any more than you can know the meaning of life.

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