Friday, September 23, 2011

Dear Scene Girl,

Dear Scene Girl on the Orange Line to Vienna around 3pm last Wednesday,

I was napping on the train when you got on, but when you sat in front of me I noticed immediately.

I think scenesters are reasonably gutsy for exercising their freedom of expression to their utmost, and I applaud you for that. But you playing your music obnoxiously loud that it assaults innocent bystanders is fucking unacceptable.

I'll be honest. I have no clue what scene you're a part of, but making me listen to the bass line and those rapped lyrics that became indecipherable as they reverberate through your skull is not helping me warm up to it. Whatever it is.

When I woke up from my nap to your ridiculously loud music leaking from your earbuds I thought you were Asian as your hair was that particular shade of brown the Asian girls go for. I thought maybe you were Indian with a killer straight perm, but it turns out you're just white. Anyway, nice hair. And your leather jacket was cool, I guess.

And, gawd, please use less perfume. A lot of things are still good in moderation.

Turn down the volume.

Use less perfume.

Girls who sat behind you on the Orange Line train to Vienna 3pm-ish last Wednesday.

Monday, September 12, 2011


I was working on one of my newest drawing projects yesterday, and I was relying heavily on Google's image search for references as I am apt to do. While I was doing this, it just hit me that I live in a day and age where information and resources are abundant and easily accessible through the marvel that is the internet. As I was being amazed by and grateful for that fact, I was suddenly awestruck by the realization that it wasn't always the case.

Friday, September 9, 2011

My lights are blinking.

There are times when you hear a song and it immediately captures your imagination. 강아지 by 검정치마 (The Black Skirts) is one of those songs.

The melody is fun and rousing, and the English chorus is supremely catchy. But the thing that engaged my imagination was the fact that I couldn't really seem to simply wrap my head around what it was all about. The message wasn't abundantly clear.

Subsequently, I ended up listening to it again and again in an attempt to decipher the meaning behind the lyrics, because it just felt like there was something there, but I kept getting distracted by the mood and the flow of the song. It tricks you into mouthing the words without knowing what the bigger picture is.