The Big Aiyah

Voodoo my love,
it is a world wide conspiracy to have us all believe in the collective dream. You know how the Romantic era started? Well, that's because Queen Victoria started it. England was in a state of chaos with lots of orphans, paupers, and hookers. Victoria, God rest her soul, saw that marriage was a stabilizing institutional arrangement that would resolve all of England's problems. So, the romantic era began. No longer was marriage just one of 7 sacraments of the Catholic Church. It was THE thing to do. And so you had all this music and art commissioned in an era we now call the Romantic.

These days we have MTV and sappy hollywood love stories to thank for recreating the Romantic era.

In the meantime, please wait patiently for my brand new theory: how to calculate the net present value of your spouse/ boyfriend/ girlfriend/ significant other. Mooncake here has had her nose in books studying the net present value of money. So... let's see if I can apply it to something more complex.

This is what 2 days of being cooped up at home can do to you.

Love mOOnCakE

posted by mooncake @ 3:00 PM

Geez

I leave you guys for a few days and this is what I come back to? Golly.

Not that my page hasn't been dealing with its own share of drama. I have to admit that I'm ready to throw in the towel altogether. Oh well, such is life. Roll with the punches. I'm starting to feel like I don't much resent the lifestyle, to be honest with you. Being single has its benefits, and I'm sure you're waiting for the list, but I'm much too smart to pander to that kind of expectation. Maybe the acceptance of singlehood comes from a realization that I'm fine like this, or maybe it stems from the state of denial that I may be in. Maybe it's just, like Kylie sez, goin' outta my head.

I'd like to say half-full when in fact that shit is down to the bottom. Then there are days when I'm looking at the glass and saying, it's 1/8 empty, holy mother of Christ.

But right now it's a glass, big whoop. I wonder if that means anything.

In a meanwhile, I can't complain. Life is good. I went to Vegas by myself to think, to get some sun, to watch F-16's fly over my head. It wasn't bad, really. I almost really liked it.

Voodoo

posted by Voodoo Child @ 11:02 PM

hey ya'll, it's UNIVERSE JUNKY reporting live, well after 5...p.m. i have sooo much crap to do still here at work. and not to mention, even more busier, since i've been chosen to show my stuff at another art show opening next wednesday here in the city.

so in case you've wondered (or at least, give a care) where on earth has this gay dude been (clearly NOT in the castro - thank you very much) i've been scrambling around to get some art concept conceived and continually trying to find some funding to make it all happen. oh and trust, miss mooncake, i've BEEN digging and digging...and no gold found. making art has always been an outlet for me to let folks know that, hey, god damn you, i have other talents besides knowing how to smoke out of a gravity bong and a crackpipe for that matter ;)

but seriously, art is healing and an extension of who i am. it's in the music we hear, in the food we eat, the clothes we wear. it's literally in everything if you can see it in that way. and in my belief, it's an art in those damn dealers who take my mutha fucking money at the tables in reno. but, hell, i'm not a gambler. i'm an artist. a poor one at that.

**voodoo, hope you don't mind if i plugged this event since i haven't contributed in such a long time...it's SUM'IN, dammit!**

~universe junky aka allyn nobles.

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R X D = [eros] x [ethnicity]
Objective: A collective of Queer People of Color artists conduct a scientifically filtered cultural experiment exploring the intersections of RACE and DESIRE, the colliding and conflicting results hopefully bringing all of us closer to our own sense of humanity.

Artists include James Chan, Jaime Cortez, Ali Dadgar, emael, Gennifer Hirano, Jason Luz, Hiro Miyahara, Allyn Nobles, Wura Ogunji and Ana Lara, Diego Pacheco, and Rebeka Rodriguez.

EXHIBITION May 15 - July 13, 2002
Opening night Wed, May 15, 6-9pm

@ INTERSECTION for the Arts
446 Valencia (btwn 15/16)
Mission District, SF CA 94103
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posted by The Avenger @ 7:40 PM

mOOnCakE dIArIEs
oh man... ever had a day where you didn't want to go to work at all? God, I'm having one of those days. Every damn thing takes so fucking long to get through, and it's not like I have exceptionally a lot of shit to do, I just have a lot of shit to do. Does that make sense?
This morning I woke up and my brain is dead before I even get to the bathroom. How I eventually managed to coordinate myself to get out of the house is baffling cos as of now, i don't even remember what the hell I did to get here. Arrgghh.

And so this becomes one of those days where I wish I had an independently wealthy other half so I can go sit in one of the cafes on Chestnut or Union St sipping coffee, spend his money on Charles David shoes and La Perla lingerie and not have to do all this crap. Of course it would be so much better if it were I who was independently wealthy... but that would be too much damn work wouldn't it? So I'll settle for being dependently wealthy.

Yea yea, I can hear the "gold digger" snickers in the background... but I'm sure I'm not the only one who fantasizes about all this...

posted by mooncake @ 10:22 AM

Stick to the Slots, Bitch

For reasons not fully clear to me, I'm sexist when it comes to women gamblers. Specifically, older women who gamble in card games like blackjack. More specifically, older asian women who gamble in card games like blackjack and bet more than I do. There's something so un-feminine about a woman screaming for a "BIG ONE!" to the dealer when he is showing a bust card. (For those unfamiliar w/ blackjack, ask a friend to explain). Why can't she just stick to the slots like all the other women? Why isn't she toting her greasy quarters and sauntering around the isles like the other blue haired seniors ?

There's also something to be said about how I feel about my manhood when a woman bets more than me. Its an assault on my manly pride that she has seems to have more balls to risk more than I do. I guess it's a macho thing. Gambling on the card tables is supposed to be a visceral, testosterone filled affair that rewards and punishes a man's inherent tendency to be a risk-taker. I like to think I'm cool because I bet an amount of money that is enough to make me feel nauseated when I lose and enough to inject me w/ some dope from my adrenal gland when I win. I guess in my primitive brain, a woman's role in the casino is to call me when our party is up for the buffet line and to admire my stack of chips that I have expertly ammassed. Isn't that the way it should be? I guess all those romantic macho ideals go to shit when the sixty-something vietnamese lady beside me has a pile of chips tall enough to be suggestively phallic, she's betting a black chip per hand while berating the dealer for making her push on a 20. With a snarl, she takes a big drag from her cigarette and the smoke just happens to float in my direction. Inside, I seethe with contempt... then I push up my bet, which is significantly less than hers. Fuck it, call me a sexist.

posted by Boy Wonder @ 12:43 AM

Voodoo Removes Self from Aiyah

No, not because I've found a man. I am opting out of Aiyah because my current blog duties have been overwhelming me, but I may contribute as time goes by...I am now a part of the Blind Date Blog, so go there, visit the blog, and remember to send me some love. I'm participating under my lesser known alias "Char" and that stands for Certainly Hasn't Any Rings. (snarf). I am leaving Aiyah in Boy Wonder's capable hands.

I'll be back, but right now, I've got other Aiyahs to take care of.

Peas,
Voodoo

posted by Voodoo Child @ 10:16 PM