Jimmy Chen
Brunch Report
A large group of women were seated next to us having what I assume was some “girl’s brunch out,” the first of many consumption oriented events (e.g. shopping, manicures, massages) they would mutually experience throughout the day.
Likely Fictional Texts
This was in 1993, before smartphones, otherwise a quick text to Sam the man would have really conveyed the direct correlation between her sentiments and presence atop the tall building.
Review On Twerking
The mean range of a twerking video is around 3:00 minutes, generally well-received with a like-to-dislike ratio of 10:1, anywhere ranging from ~20,000 to +2,000,000 views. In short, the public has gladly accepted twerking into their lives.
Cassette Story II: Enuff Z’nuff
My 13-year-old self’s nascent puddy-like mind could not believe what it saw. Lead singer and frontman Donnie Vie had thanked Nicole Eggert.
Cassette Story I: Charles in Charge
In junior high, I was deeply, irrevocably, and violently in love with Nicole Eggert, who played Jamie in Charles in Charge (1987-1990), starring Scott Baio as a live-in caregiver to the Powell family, in which Jamie was the eldest and most sultry daughter.
I Crapped Beige
In a post-racial world, this color is all that matters. It means everything is okay inside.
Invocations Of A Readership
In a theater ~10-12 min before the 8:40 p.m. showing of harrowing foreign film next to ambivalent date in awkward silence who resents you for having to read subtitles on a weeknight.
Tweets To A Young Poet
Read as little as possible literary criticism; they are petrified and meaningless; can’t send any books: I’m broke, sorry.
On Being Sodomized
The sodomy was clinical in nature, and thus concede to using the word with liberty.
Inner Monologue Of Someone Not Getting A Blowjob
Maybe if I name drop Thelonius Monk at a party I might get someone’s number, some girl impressed by absurd classist things. This is how things seem to work.
Things That Are Supposedly Dead
The year is 1882, before the internet, and people had a lot of extra time to think. German philosopher and downright misanthrope Friedrich Nietzsche, in The Gay Science (§ 125) says “Gott ist tot,” meaning God is dead (not a tater tot).
VH1’s 100 Greatest Artists Of All Time
LL Cool J — I liked how he kept licking his lips in “Going Back to Cali”; seemed like obsessive compulsive disorder, but since he’s a stud no one called him out on that.