In ghost town...or so he says.

But do the curtains match the drapes? ha, double negative...in a way. Reading out loud about some crazy book with a crazy plot, below:


Huh?
Sparklers, both of them.

Ms.Pacman
In conclusion, SF felt different. Things are not the same then again things change.

birthday, goodbye and Pride

after not going out for a while, and much indecisiveness i finally boarded the 9 bus and headed to Jack's for some karaoke for Constance's birthday...when i got there they were all there, drunk as fuck. ha ha ha... karaoke always cracks me up and these people always know how to have a good time and in no time i was laughing my head off. i even saw the other joan, and we said hello. but like Cinderella i had to leave before midnight otherwise my muni bus was going to turn into a pumpkin and i was going to end up stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere...



a couple of days later headed over to Santa Cruz. i wish i would have brought my swimsuit thought...the weather was nice enough. the "french girl" is moving back down south...




the LGBT San Francisco Pride Parade the next day...i still havent gotten used to seeing naked man walking down the street. fun, i got sun burn though...

"que tengo miedo perderte somewhere in LA"

quote above from Guillermo Gomez Peña's version of Besame Mucho.

pictures from the Corazon de la Mission Tour...which was damn funny, sad, and the most fun i had being a "tourist" or am i a tourist? and fine, i admit it . i really dont like performance art...like ever but i actually enjoyed this. so i guess my faith in performance art has been restored.

the next day on the way to San Jose, or the longest ride ever...

at Lesley's pad...yes, i took that pic while i was in there. and the ribs were damn good.

it smells like paint fumes. i'm getting a headache.

everything is broken,literally

i cant find the charger to re-charge my batteries for my camera. my computer charger broke too, the little metal wires just gave in. fuck. hmmm, lets see what else? oh yeah i got a rejection letter last week but i already knew that was happening. and i spent bizillion of fucking dollars. damn it. sara g has an idea but i dont know how it going to work out...details still have to be worked out. i guess i'm going to this thing on friday at Encantada Gallery:

and going to the hayes valley Capsule Design Festival. i heard Jocelyn makes awesome turquoise jeweled t-shirts. so i guess there goes more money. talking about money...where the fuck is my pay check? anyways i have to call to find out if the El Corazon de la Mission tour is happening this weekend...which is: "an 80-minute audio tour scripted and narrated by renowned writer, border activist and performance provocateur Guillermo Gómez-Peña, who will perform live on The Mexican Bus with his longtime collaborator, cyborg senorita Violeta Luna..."

and i guess i never went to Bay to Breakers race which was this past sunday...and i googled some of Mr. Guillermo Gómez-Peña pics:

interesting fellow. a little intimidating but whatever...let's get aboard the Mexican Bus!

awesome madness

so after the Luggage Store show on friday we headed towards the Mission and saw "Pistolitas de Azucar" curated by Raquel de Anda at Galeria de La Raza...and it was awesome. it was pure nostalgic Mexican goodness: they had clips of old telenovelas(Rosa Salvaje, Simplemente Maria), blah blah...just go see it.

the mighty flier, image from: Juan Carlos Quintana , "Juegitos de Guerra" American Lullabies Series Detail, 2007

Featured Artists: Mitsy Ávila Ovalles, Monica Canilao, The Date Farmers, Amanda Lopez, Juan Luna-Avin, Angelica Muro, Txutxo Perez, Michele Muennig and Juan Carlos Quintana.



my favorite was Mitsy's stuff: check it out
Mitsy Ávila Ovalles, "Walter" Mixed Media, 2007
more mitsy...look juanga


evil looks, evil people... jk

lil loca, i'll put atist name later


and of course...the mandatory youtube lil loca


hmmm, so yeah i think this was one of the best shows i seen so far. you could even buy the soundtrack for one dollar.

i guess the only disappointing part came when we started to dance and nobody joined in. which i guess brings the following question: what's the proper dancing etiquette at a gallery? allowed, not allowed? proper? improper? i dont know but last time i was in LA we all had a fun time dancing at Tropico's. i mean come on, what do you expect when you play cumbias? Danny, i have a feeling we are not in LA anymore...

and artist talk Saturday June 9 @ 2PM...at Galeria de La Raza of course.

time to enjoy global warming

Cinco de Mayo, and I woke up in the worst mood ever…again. Learned about Narco Corridos, The Mendez Case (which help end segregation in schools in California seven year before Brown vs Board of Education) and was reminded how many people die trying to cross the border all while listening to the radio (yes, I said radio). I was supposed to do four things that day but only ended up doing two. After hanging out at Civic Center, then watching the De La Hoya and Mayweather fight in the Sunset, I got home(downtown) to freshen up but instead realized how tired I was and went to bed. Next day: time to recoup at Dolores…


sun, sun, sun...



smoking in the park?



damn allergies






ay que cute




past and present? or future and past?

May is here, April is gone...

i waited. i held out. and somehow friday came...the weekend is my weakness.went to ms.J's trunk show at Minna. impressive fine, beatiful jewelery and martinis

the art show still up


party time at Constance’s masquerade ball


not drunk...just dreaming of the secret boyfriend.


see i saw some art...fine, it was just a niagara poster


peacock performance art


nice shoes



ahhhhhhhhhhhh yeah...


why didn’t i think of this? nice dress made by her

hey children where is your mother? outside the party, in an alley, in the mission and i heard caredee from America's next top model was there and i went outside and no one was there. so if you got proof hand it over...not that i watched America's next top model...go Jaslene!

argh, i'm going to beat you up...don’t dry your fake fur in the drier...duh!

the bestest masks ever




the next day, at Minna (again) and the remainder of the fashion show i missed...not my fault though. that i missed it. backwards fragmented sentences.

dark laughter




and maybe i shouldn’t have taken this pic but whatever. hey where the hell is Bigfoot?



haircut


tomorrow is May 1. get some sleep.

because you gotta be in 3 places at once

go to this:

and that:

then this:














and i hope constance doesnt get mad i altered her invite...

Kickball Tournament and un-Birthday Party

Sunday April 15
i 'm going to turn 24 next week... great. So I decided to celebrate it at Dolores Park, kicking some balls. And we did. In the end I felt really sick. Must have been food poisoning or something. I also met this guys who kept talking about 420...too bad i dont care. i also got gift and bought a book about the "colorful world of cats" and a book about the bible where jesus is nowhere to be found.

Vivienne Westwood Stalker

It was Vivienne Westwood weekend. Went to the "Couture and Cocktails: Exhibition Opening Party for Vivienne Westwood" friday at the de Young...people were overdress. The show ended and we ended up at Delirium...It was too early and we were too dressed up to say goodnight.

The next day I saw Dame Westwood get her honorary doctored from the Academy of Art. I have to say she made me laugh till no end. She reminded me very much of Mr.Lydon.
She pretty much said there is no talent out there, to stop buying stuff, and she never compromised anything because she always did things her way. I like her.