The Big O just keeps on winning...

Even in Hong Kong, the Oprah/James Frey/A Million Little Pieces Story is front page news.



I totally thought the book was slightly bogus when I first read it so I wasn't surprised when the allegations surfaced a couple of weeks ago that many of the events that happened were slightly or totally fabricated.

But I saw some clips of Oprah's apology to the public and I am just totally amazed at how she does it. She fully redeemed herself in a matter of minutes. She held herself accountable.

OPRAH, I FORGIVE YOU!

Hooray. Arrival.

I have arrived!

It's 12:18 am. I just got to my grandma's place. And they already had a plate of noodles sitting there waiting for me the second I walked in the door.

They are the best.

I Hong Kong...Do You Hong Kong?

I'm off to Hong Kong!

In case I die a horrible screaming death before my plane lands, here are some of the wonderful people and things I would have seen:

My mommy!


Uncle Steve and Gooma!


My grandma!


My mom doing weird stuff (tai-chi in this picture) with the maids!


Some stupid tourist stuff that nobody cares about!


And of course, DVDs!!! (All real, of course.)


See you all real soon!

The Gaslight plays Oprah!!!

In the excitement of my recent ocular trauma, I completely neglected to update on the weekend past.

We went to the Gaslight Saturday night for Karaoke fun.

It was a fantastic, but short-lived, night due mainly to the fact that certain people lose the ability to function as human beings when intoxicated.

We didn't even get to sing.

Some of us didn't, anyway.

Can you guess whose inappropriate behavior cut the evening short?

Can you guess who entered the bar, ran straight for the stage, jumped on (completely disregarding the fact that someone else was already performing) and proceeded to harmonize (badly) to the shock and dismay of current performer and friends???









Yes, one might wonder why the Gaslight was playing Oprah on the big TV in the corner of the bar.

One might similarly wonder what the hell Eugene is trying to accomplish with those palm fronds.

The answer to both...I don't know.

MY EYE!!!! (Part 2)

I woke up and something was not right.

My eye was completely bloodshot. I looked in the mirror and screamed.

I rushed over to Westwood to see the eye doctor, hoping I'd be able to get myself an emergency appointment.

(I'm going to Hong Kong tomorrow and I didn't want to be blind by the time I come home.)

Turns out I was right to be worried. The plug wasn't fitting correctly and part of it was sticking out, jabbing into my eyeball and rubbing a little groove into the surface of my eye every time I blinked, thus cutting off circulation to the rest of my eye. Not pretty.

The doc removed the plug saying it was a good thing I had come to see him before leaving because having circulation to my eye cut off for two weeks might not have been the healthiest thing.

Phew.

Already half my eye has returned to normal.



Hooray!

AGHHHHH!!!! MY EYE!!!!!!

Went to the eye doctor today. He was not happy with my progress (or non-progress) on the Restasis dry-eye drops. So...he decided to place a plug in my tear duct to prevent tears from draining out of my eye.

The tear ducts (contrary to popular belief) are the teeny tiny litte holes at the bottom and top of your eye toward the center of your face. Tears flow across your eye and then drain out through the two ducts.



In order to install the plug, the doc takes a big long plastic stick thing and places the plug on the edge of the duct, moves it around a little to find the proper angle (uncomfortable? yes.) and then JABS the plug deep into the tear duct to make sure it stays (yes there was screaming).



And Voila! I now have a very irritating plug in the corner of my eye scraping against my eyeball every time I blink and making it all red.

I'm sorry...is this a joke?

Touted as "The Most Amazing Story of Survival, Friendship, And Adventure Ever Told"...

I'm going to go ahead and predict that Paul Walker will not be nominated for an Academy Award this year...

Am I obese?

Well, last night's West Hollywood funfest included:

3 tacos. Beer. Chips and salsa. Beer. Parmesan fries (french fries covered in tomato sauce and parmesan cheese). 2 slices of pizza. Beer Beer Beer. And a spicy chicken sandwich.

So, the short answer is yes.



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Model. Neighbor. Friend.

I am jealous of Matt.



Not because he makes his living being beautiful.

Not because he probably works even less than I do.

Or because he keeps in ridiculous shape by eating EVERYTHING and barely exercising.

No.

That's not it.

No no. All good reasons, but it's something else.

It's because he shared "a moment" with Jen Aniston the other night.

Jennifer Aniston. Supreme Goddess of all that is good and sweet and beautiful and tasty.

The news caused me to seriously reevaluate my relationship with Oprah.

Who, when the opportunity arises, will I choose to be my new best friend???

I think Jen might win.

So...Matt was under the impression he was going to a party to celebrate the launch of Vince Vaughn's comedy DVD. Pretty cool. Vince Vaughn. Cool dude. Sounds like fun.

However, it ended up being the super-secret screening of "The Break Up" for the cast and their friends and family.

The cast of Friends was there. And the Wilson brothers.

I love Jen Aniston.

Game Night!

Last night was Game Night. We played games. Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture Edition 2 and Charades.

We had a very good turnout. Much fun was had by all. Screaming and laughing and giggling and cheering into the wee hours of the night. I love Game Night and the interactive fun it brings.

Ate two In-N-Out burgers, three cookies, a whole large bag of Munchies and several beers.

Felt bad about myself a little bit.

Woke up still feeling a little bad about myself.

Ate a salad for lunch, with chicken nuggets.

Saw Paris Hilton in a Grey Range Rover outside the Beverly Hills Hotel.

I feel better.

When life gets you down...write Haikus!!!

So I was going through really really old word documents from like high school and I found some buried treasure!

Back in the day, when I was obese (see below) and had about three friends and a bicycle, I used to sit in my room and write Haikus dreaming about the day that Andrea Chen would fall in love with me and my great writing talent would be discovered and I would win the Nobel Peace Prize for Haiku Writing.



I guess things often don't work out the way we hope or plan...

But here are some classics:

A Slush Haiku! (1/28/98)
Ah! The joy of slush.
Little children slip and slide.
Broken necks abound.

Rolled-Ankle Haiku! (2/5/98)
Goddamn these crutches!
A Special Olympian
Moves faster than I.

Indonesian Haiku! (3/6/98)
All the little kids.
Stitching, Stitching Nike shoes.
Work HARDER fuckers!

Weekend in Review

Max's Birthday!

Max decided to have his birthday shindig Friday Night in Echo Park in a tiny crowded bar with a DJ who refused to play Madonna.

Celebrity sightings? None.

Wonderfully drunken pictures of Max? Zero.

Some scenes from Echo Park:






I have no idea who the creepy man in the creepy moustache is.

Fun times.

Not really.

But I love Max.

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Felix comes to town!

On Saturday, everyone's favorite semi-Sasian was in town.



We watched Mean Girls.

Everyone thinks that movie is so great. It really isn't.

Everyone thinks that L.Lo is so great. She kind of sucks.

Also, she looks like crap on the latest Vanity Fair cover.

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Baby Leo!



Sunday, Baby Leo and his parents Charleen (our cousin) and Tim (not our cousin) drove down from Sacremento to play with us. Baby Leo is quite possibly the biggest baby I have ever seen. He's about 7 months old and weighs 20 pounds. Almost as much as our thanksgiving turkey (and almost as delicious). Charleen and Tim brought Kristy and I to a delectable meal at Louise's Trattoria in Santa Monica. (I actually think they arrived on Saturday but I'm too lazy to go back and change pictures and text and everything now.)

At first I was scared Little Leo would vomit or poop on me, but as time went by the charming little fucker wore me down and now I love him. Maybe more than Zoe. No. Not more than Zoe. Equals.

We got him started on some reading:



And Kristy demonstrated her stellar babysitting skills:



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And finally...GOLDEN GLOBES!!!

BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN WON BEST PICTURE!!!

GAY COWBOYS WILL RULE THE EARTH!!!!!!




Happy Birthday MLK!!!

EugeneIzumo: Blog Assassin

Yesterday Eugene came over with the intention of installing the new wireless router Kristy got for Christmas.

In doing so he unhooked my internet, switched some LAN settings on my computer, rewired a couple cables, got stoned, DID NOT install the wireless router, and ran away, leaving us internet-less, AIM-less, and blog-less for the past two days.

I feel like a caveperson.

Ashes & Snow!

Me: (discreetly) "Djimon Hounsou's over there..."
Kristy: "Who?"
Katie: "I don't know who that is."
Me: "Djimon Hounsou. He's in like Alias, and Gladiator, and Amistad..."
Kristy: "Where?"
Katie: "This wine is delicious!"
Natasha: "Let's do SHOTS!!!"
Me: "Right behind me. In the green cap..."
Kristy: (looks over)(pauses) "MINI CHEESE TARTS!!!!"

This was basically our night. We alternated between drinking wine, scanning the crowd for celebrities, and chasing down the little catering people for their assorted delights. Oh, and we also looked at the art.

Mini Cheese Tarts, Mini Mushroom Tarts, Grass-fed Steak and Caramelized Onion Mini Sandwiches, Curried Chicken Turnovers, Spinach and Gorgonzola Dumplings, Portabello Mushroom Pizza, Crostinis with Roasted Red Pepper and Goat Cheese, Carrot Souffle and Mashed Potatoes (served on mini spoons that the caterers would wait for you to eat off of and then take away), Mocha Cake w/ Creme Fraiche, Mini Cheesecake. Did I mention the Grass-fed Steak Sandwiches? MMMmmmm..... It was so very delicious.

And the art was great too.

And the bar.

Everything sold out immediately. Rolex bought every single piece for $250,000 EACH. There must have been at least 60 different pieces. Yeah. Insanity.

Basically they built this massive temporary structure called the "Nomadic Museum" that housed the entire exhibition, it's made entirely out of freight containers and canvas and they dismantle and rebuild it in every location that they travel to.



After it ends here in March, the exhibition will be traveling to Abu Dhabi, Paris, and other amazing places all over the world, and Brie gets to go with it!

Getting to go to events like this makes me feel a little less scared about going into photography because it it reminds me that no matter what I do, I'll always have fancy friends who are in all kinds of fancy industries and thus I will continue to be hooked up in many different arenas. Eventually somebody (or everybody) will have a use for my skills and someday I too will be sell my work for $250,000 a pop. So, I got the inspiration and motivation I was looking for.

Yay.

So anyway...the celebrities. Tash saw Lisa Kudrow. Katie saw Owen Wilson. Kristy saw Darryl Hannah. I missed all of these. Sadly. Didn't see Brad, Leo or Cher either. (The structure was enormous and we parted and reconvened several times.)

I did, however, see Djimon Hounsou, Sophie Okonedo (Hotel Rwanda, Aeon Flux), Lawrence Fishburne, and Christian Bale (in full beard). Quality sightings, definitely.

We also bumped in Bjoern. He was wasted out of his mind.



After the exhibition we popped over to Q's to meet up with the boys.



All in all, a very good night.

Ashes & Snow: TONIGHT!

Tonight we're attending the Ashes & Snow premiere in Santa Monica.

It's this beautiful exhibition showcasing a harmony between humans and animals.

Rumor has it that Brad, Leo, and Cher have all RSVPed.

This is coming at a perfect time right now because this week I've really been feeling like I need some major inspiration to get my photo stuff going. Also I've had a sore throat.

Photo Mania

Pretty pictures. Pretty friends.

Ooooh...weird dream.

So I had this dream (and this is probably The Island-related) but I dreamed that I was a fugitive on the run. Not sure, but I might have been a clone of someone. Anyway, we were holed up in this Best Western in the middle of nowhere and some people kept bringing our luggage because there was so much of it (by the way, my clone-partner was Oprah).

And then Oprah kept offering me candies and chocolates and I kept telling her I don't really want them because I'm afraid of getting cavities.

And she said, "Well I'm afraid of people robbing me so stop fucking forgetting to lock the door!"

And then I woke up.

Movie Review: The Island

Quite possibly the most underrated movie of the year.

Kristy and I both found it immensely entertaining. The plot, intriguing and controversial. Actors, absolutely stunning. And cinematography, AMAZING.

Probably one of the most exciting films I've seen in a long time.

I give it two thumbs and two feet up. Way, way up. Pumping.

(I just almost fell out of my chair trying to do that.)

Homecoming Potluck!

Lessons learned from the potluck hosting experience:

Boys can't cook.
Boys don't cook.
Boys can't really be counted on for anything.
Except beer.
(If you're lucky.)
Boys are basically just potluck deadweight.
But still fun to look at.
Don't put eggs on fresh strawberries.
Chicken cutlets have a calming effect on the soul.
If there's not enough food, there's always enough cake.
Movies are fun to watch in large groups.
Dancing is fun.







YUM-O