Farewell

It's time to say goodbye. Parting is such sweet sorrow. I'm over it. This whole blogging thing started fun, got labor intensive, became boring, was briefly resurrected, took too many forms, and now is just a damn chore. I'm going to rid the blogosphere of my thoughts and writings and leave it in more capable hands. So, keep on keeping on my friends who write about fashion mishaps (cough, cough), their babies and/or families, design/craft projects, and alter egos. You definitely keep me entertained. So thank you for that.

And so, farewell. Perhaps I'll make like the phoenix and rise again from these ashes but until then, you may as well delete this from your bookmarks. It's been real.

I'm BAAACK

Follow through. Golfers want it. Baseball players teach it. I'm sure it's important to tennis players. As for those who are not physically active, it's pretty important too. Unfortunately, I don't have it. Not even close.

That being said, my new project was a bust. I was trying to switch over to Tumblr and write a blog entirely devoted to casting but after a few posts, I re-read my words, realized they were crap, and deleted everything. So much for follow through. So, its back here. More random thoughts and videos and pictures, griping, ranting, raving, joking, etc. You get the gist.

So how are you? Remember this? Well, I gots it. And I'm loving it. It's everything they said it would be and more. Also, remember this? Well, I'm going to start that again. Whether you like it or not.

domo arrigato.

New Projects

So...I'm working on a new project. One I hope to update more frequently than my previous attempts at writing about this subject. Stay tuned.

And keep checking back here. I'm sure I'll have thoughts to share soon.

Kissin' Cousins

Soo...my dear cousin M got married to Mr. V this weekend. It was a fabulous wedding. Beautiful bride. Glowing groom. Fantastic homily. All the right fixins for a solid start to marriage. Yours truly served as Maid of Honor and I fluffed that dress with such artistry and skill that I'm pretty sure I'm could teach a class. All in all, a truly wonderful weekend.

My various cousins returned home from their various places across the country and my brother and his fiancee were there and my parents were in rare form. Rare form. At one point, I'm pretty sure they were the only ones on the dance floor shaking and grooving to Neil Diamond. Oh yeah, did I mention my brother got engaged???!!! YEAH HERMANO!!! And, not to toot my own horn, but my MOH speech made everyone cry, myself included. Which is mortifying and I'm still recovering since I hate to cry in public but I will chalk it up as a victory. My mother said it was the highlight of her life so I got that going for me.

This post is so rambling and crazy, I'm not sure I should continue. So I won't. I will instead post some pictures as soon as I get them. Congrats again Mr. and Mrs. V!!!

4th of July

Party in the USA

Last year we had an impromptu 4th of July party. It was awesome. This year we planned one. And it was still awesome. I would post more pictures but I figure most of you are on the Facebook and you can see them for yourself. Here my friend Kit Kat and I are waving flags at the beer pong players below. I also consider it an awesome party because I only heard Miley Cyrus' Party in the USA once the whole night! No party fail here.

Here we get the guests to sing the Star Spangled Banner:

And finally, some masterful flag waving by yours truly:

Independence Day

Bravo America! Happy Birthday.

Outside my window, the Revolutionary War has resurfaced. Or someone is watching Mel Gibson's The Patriot at an obnoxiously high volume. Either way, the fireworks are making me feel just like Gibson's children who watch the smoke and fire make their way toward the house and then the corn parts and soldiers march through. It's kinda like Apocalypse Now meets Field of Dreams meets Yours, Mine and Ours. Kinda.

I must confess that this date fills me with a bit of sadness. The Fourth of July signifies the beginning of the end. Summer is in full swing, usually, and the fourth reminds us that it ends even quicker than it began. Soon it will be August and everyone will be preparing to return to whatever responsibilities wait for them or some people will be moving to new cities or onto new jobs or apartments but it's all downhill from here. And that, my friends, is not cool.

What is cool is: I had a fabulous time with my friends at the Farm, our annual Fourth of July party was a huge success, Animal is visiting this weekend, my cousin will be getting married in two weeks and in August I'll be hitting up DC and NYC for a holiday. Hmm...I may have to re-think my whole beginning of the end theory.

HAPPY FOURTH ONE AND ALL!

Why?

Why do some web pages have music that comes on automatically and at such a deafening level you forget what you are googling and shut the computer? And why is the application to shut off said music so dang hard to locate? Lately, I've had a whole list of why questions. I keeping adding them to the chalkboard in my room in the hopes that someday, I'll come home and they will all be magically answered.

I went to Target today to look for a swimsuit. I left Target with a movie, dental floss and facewash. I think I was suffering from Target Amnesia which means you go in with a plan, get all flustered by the bright lights and inviting red target sign and you forget what you came for in the first place. Then you are looking at your receipt where you spent way too much and realize you never even bought the thing you needed.

It doesn't really matter though because a week from now, I'll be sitting at the glorious Farm, reminiscing with old friends, and having a blast. See some of you very soon.

It's that time of year...

Nominations for summer song are now being accepted. Recently, I attended a She and Him concert and came away amazed and in love. I realize that I'm extremely late to the party in admiring this band but better late than never. As a result, I've been watching this almost every day because it makes me happy. And it will make you happy too. It's a nice break from that Gaga Lady who is just...weird.

So, lay it on me summer. And those of you (the few but the loyal) who read this blog, let me know what tunes are making you happy these days. Also, for those of you with babies, the song Sweet Darlin makes even the tiniest baby shake their bon-bons. I've tested it on a 7 week old and a 2 year old but let me know how it goes...

Forever Young

The beginning of something. A teaser trailer.

No Title from Katherine Young on Vimeo.

Humor

Life is a funny thing sometimes. More often than not, things are waaay funnier to you than to most people. And that is where I'm at right now. I think everything is funny, sometimes cruelly funny and sometimes funny-sad. I firmly believe I'll be spending the rest of my life thinking things are funny that other people think are sad. But enough of the abstracts.

It's funny-awkward when you are having a conversation with your boss and you accidentally offend her about her medication decisions when you are only trying to have an educated discussion about the merits of modern medicine for women. It's funny-sad when you see a guy dressed like Carlton from The Fresh Prince leave your apartment with a gaggle of girls all heading for a bar and you know he has no chance with any of them. It's just funny when you see a dog-owner trolling around after his pet with a plastic bag and then bends down to pick up it's excrement and then looks around awkwardly to see who notices. It's even funnier when there is no garbage can in sight and you watch said dog-owner walk for a few blocks carrying a bag of poop. It's funny cruel to say really obnoxious things and watch your roommates slowly stew and finally disappear into their rooms because you know you've pushed all their buttons and they are just exhausted with you. Like I said, probably not funny to you. It's hard to cage a smart-ass mouth sometimes.

But in the interest of full-disclosure, it is never funny to make fun of grandparents/elderly people, siblings (unless they deserve it), or babies under the age of 2. Precocious kids under the age of 2 are acceptable targets, of course, but more often than not, they won't get the underlying sarcasm of your dig although, on the other hand, they are precocious so perhaps you should give them credit where credit is due. (That was the longest run-on sentence ever.) Or maybe not. I was never very good with grammar. And for this English major, that is ironic-funny. Perhaps the best kind of funny.

COMMENCE

Holla. Spring is here. Well, almost here. And I'm pumped. I've got several trips on the docket, a whole 2 months off from the theatre, and a brand new golf membership card to the oldy-but-goody CPD courses, some new pants, a fresh wax and paint job for the car, a full tank of gas, an alfresco table for dining, new dinner partners, and last but not least, some breathing room.

Spring, commence!

I've missed you.

Faces

I woke up this morning and took a look in the mirror. This is what I saw:

Once I got over the shock of having become a caricature, I realized that I've been waking up a lot like that lately. I can't really pin it on one thing only that my life has increasingly made me an angry person. So what does one do when one feels like they are slowly slipping?

VACATION here:

August can't come soon enough. And perhaps a little job-hunting???

Silencing the critics

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Nice.

No.

Not really sure.

Probably not.

Rants and Raves

Bike Cops. What are they good for? The other day I was riding my bike and hit a giant pothole causing a massive tire deflation. A bike cop pulled by. I flagged him down and get this...he didn't even have a pump!! What good is a bike cop who doesn't carry a freakin bike pump! HONESTLY.

And really, really, what is he going to do? Target jaywalkers? Arrest people for jogging on the wrong side of the road? No. He/She is a nuisance who rides their bike in the middle of the road pretending they are a car with some kind of demented delusion of authority. Not only do they look ridiculous in their misguided "uniform", I feel they shame the entire police force by being half-ass cops. It would make more sense for the bike cops to be all the chubby officers, the ones who don't pass their physicals. Then they could work off their doughnuts on the bike. And really, in a city like Chicago, what's a bike cop going to do to a gang drug dealers and lowlifes? Watch out my bike tread...it will hurt you. Or, I've got a pump and I'm not afraid to use it. Or wait, I forgot they don't even carry pumps. Sheesh.

Whew...now that that is off my chest. I cooked this evening. Yes, you read that right. I, Asiankp, whipped up a batch of chili for my roommates. I've started to diet and it involves me cooking...alot. We'll see how long this lasts. I may just get lazy and starve myself.

In other news, I'm trying something very, very new this weekend. Okay, not really. But maybe. I heart being cryptic.

HAPPY EASTER!

Hardee-har-har.

Shooting Summer Video

So with the presence of 70 degree weather in Chicago in March for that matter, I'm feeling a summer video shoot bubbling at my fingertips. That being said, I'm taking submissions. Capture you and your loved ones doing things outside, fun things, simple things, beautiful things and send them to me. This is more a favor to me really. I'll try and upload a teaser for you...

What's my age again?

One of the joys (and potential pains) of living with 3 roommates is the liveliness of conversation that inevitably arises when all of you are in the same room. Sometimes the dialogue is juvenile but lately topics have included but not limited to:

-Health Care

-Dignity of the Human Person

-The Morality of Torture

-Natural Law

-Zoning laws in Chicago

-Role of Aldermen in community

-Encyclicals of the Pope and previous popes

-Role of the Church in modern society

-Pope's reaction to flare-up in Ireland re. priests

-The Great Schism

-Beauty Grooming Techniques

-Earth Day

Okay, so Earth Day never really made it to the table but the rest have at some point or another. When did we start becoming grown-ups?

What I did this afternoon

Sigh.

Dear World,

Love,

AsianKP

Something in the Water

Almost everyone I know is pregnant. Not pregnant with emotion but actually pregnant. Can you even be pregnant with emotion? Probably not. This reminds me a poem I read once that was a metaphor about a pregnant lady. The imagery is rich although I'm not quite sure I get the green apples bit...

I've included it below. Congratulations to all my friends expecting bundles of joy!

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.

-Sylvia Plath