Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts
10/28/10
8/3/10
Load, Tag and Go...not!
I hate to be a jerk, but if you want to give a shout out to FUCK CLIPPER CARD FOR EVER AND EVER, please leave a comment below
6/14/10
6/2/10
5/7/10
You can smell the smell of it
I read this from an AP news article about the oil spill in the Gulf:
On an unrelated note...
I went on a photo binge today. Walked from Market to Van Ness, then bused to Masonic, Irving & 25th, then back to my pad. Along the way, about 240 photos were snapped. I think I should forget about ever shooting with my OM-1, because at the rate my camera shutter clicks, I'll be broke before I get to develop a single roll of film.
While I had some interesting photos, nothing fascinated me more than the typography of bus stops on the side walk here. See for yourself if these are cryptic alien codes or not! They sure don't look like Ma's letters to me!
"You can smell the smell of it."Some unintentional wisdom right there, don't you think? It sure reminds me of the same kind of unintentional brilliance in Errol Morris' Gates of Heaven, specifically this clip below:
On an unrelated note...
I went on a photo binge today. Walked from Market to Van Ness, then bused to Masonic, Irving & 25th, then back to my pad. Along the way, about 240 photos were snapped. I think I should forget about ever shooting with my OM-1, because at the rate my camera shutter clicks, I'll be broke before I get to develop a single roll of film.
While I had some interesting photos, nothing fascinated me more than the typography of bus stops on the side walk here. See for yourself if these are cryptic alien codes or not! They sure don't look like Ma's letters to me!
5/4/10
A romp in the MoMA
Today was Tuesday, the first Tuesday of the month. This meant free admission at the San Francisco Museum of Art. I went. Of course, I'd been meaning to go for a while, especially as its 75th anniversary Muse campaign series slowly grew on me over the weeks.
I arrived at 5:35pm, and was told that I only had 25 minutes left. Somehow I thought it closed at 8. No matter, it was enough time for me to absorb something interesting, something different from the daily office reports.
For 25 minutes I was very impressed by a piece of work, from an artist in the so called Mission School. A little search on MoMA's site tells me that it's an installation by an artist named Barry McGee, called Untitled. All I can say is that this piece of work is visually impactful, and in its imposing physical installation, true emotions can be felt. In fact, I loved it. (I was surprised to find out that this was made in 1996. Somehow, the pictures of the Al Qaeda baseball jersey immediately gave me the impression that this was a post-911 production)
Anyway, pictures below, from my little 25 minute romp at the MoMA.
I arrived at 5:35pm, and was told that I only had 25 minutes left. Somehow I thought it closed at 8. No matter, it was enough time for me to absorb something interesting, something different from the daily office reports.
For 25 minutes I was very impressed by a piece of work, from an artist in the so called Mission School. A little search on MoMA's site tells me that it's an installation by an artist named Barry McGee, called Untitled. All I can say is that this piece of work is visually impactful, and in its imposing physical installation, true emotions can be felt. In fact, I loved it. (I was surprised to find out that this was made in 1996. Somehow, the pictures of the Al Qaeda baseball jersey immediately gave me the impression that this was a post-911 production)
Anyway, pictures below, from my little 25 minute romp at the MoMA.
5/1/10
May Day protest in San Francisco
Today was the International Workers Day. Back when I was living in China, this was a day of celebration. I remember gigantic marches that blocked all of Tiananmen Square, fireworks, plenty of bonuses for my parents who took home eel and other exotic foods. The reason for this was simple. The Communist Party's message has always been that it is a party of the people, and the fundamental group of people who make up China and its future, is always the workers. Thus, on May 1, workers are being celebrated.
14 years since my last May 1st celebration, here we are in America, in a democratic society, and instead of a festive mood, we rather have brooding anger, passionate rage, and outright tenacious hatred, not to mention a gigantic oil spill that is about to cripple the whole southern coastline of this country and destroy its already battered environment for GOOD.
Thus, with the stars aligning, a May Day protest took place in San Francisco, not to celebrate the workers, but as a call to action to fight for workers rights, because in America, workers ain't got any. (To be honest, I don't think workers ever had any rights in China. It was, and still is, all rhetoric) Also on the agenda is the big gorilla dominating American politics of the past week, the SB1070 Law that just passed in Arizona, which gives police the right to stop anyone they see fit (read: any non-caucasians, naturally) and check for their legal papers. Personally, I find this law absolutely repulsive, and so do many people. I don't have much more to say on this because the fight against it is already taking place at many places across the country, but what I do have, is a video I made of the demonstration, especially for those of you who are not in San Francisco and have never participated in an immigration parade.
One thing surprised me: ice cream and tamales vendors. You had guys pushing coolers and old ladies with their 3-pack tamales, both making an killing with the crowd. Really economic enterprise.
Here's a video of the demonstration:
Unfortunately, most of the speeches were given in Spanish and no translation was offered, and the few times an English speaker talked, very few from the crowd actually responded. As much as I am supporting this cause, I felt alienated because of the apparent barrier in language and communication. But what you gonna do?
14 years since my last May 1st celebration, here we are in America, in a democratic society, and instead of a festive mood, we rather have brooding anger, passionate rage, and outright tenacious hatred, not to mention a gigantic oil spill that is about to cripple the whole southern coastline of this country and destroy its already battered environment for GOOD.
Thus, with the stars aligning, a May Day protest took place in San Francisco, not to celebrate the workers, but as a call to action to fight for workers rights, because in America, workers ain't got any. (To be honest, I don't think workers ever had any rights in China. It was, and still is, all rhetoric) Also on the agenda is the big gorilla dominating American politics of the past week, the SB1070 Law that just passed in Arizona, which gives police the right to stop anyone they see fit (read: any non-caucasians, naturally) and check for their legal papers. Personally, I find this law absolutely repulsive, and so do many people. I don't have much more to say on this because the fight against it is already taking place at many places across the country, but what I do have, is a video I made of the demonstration, especially for those of you who are not in San Francisco and have never participated in an immigration parade.
One thing surprised me: ice cream and tamales vendors. You had guys pushing coolers and old ladies with their 3-pack tamales, both making an killing with the crowd. Really economic enterprise.
Here's a video of the demonstration:
Unfortunately, most of the speeches were given in Spanish and no translation was offered, and the few times an English speaker talked, very few from the crowd actually responded. As much as I am supporting this cause, I felt alienated because of the apparent barrier in language and communication. But what you gonna do?
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