Reasons why I fail at blogging:
- Mastication through various cuisines during the quest for vaguely original blogging content — it is also considered a procrastination tool according to unconfirmed reports
- Signing up to too many things then becoming overwhelmed before embodying aforementioned dot point
- Every line of prose bleeds verbosity into the brain
- Binge on Robert Downey Jnr because no one else can make me feel the way he does — Harry Lockhart, I love you ~
- Stalking ebay for a Minolta SRT-100x camera with bits for under AU$100
- Windowshopping via ASOS / Zipia / Net-A-Porter / ebay
Here is a delicious photo I took to distract you from my failure at life-ing:
Korean BBQ.
Instigator of many a slow death by food babies.
James Franco is a super student. Now everyone feel insignificant and let me know if you need some motivational speeching to help you along.
For the profoundly uninitiated, James Franco is studying a PhD at Yale University full-time and attended classes the morning after hosting the Oscars. He is also a "film director, screenwriter, painter, author, performance artist and actor, with several film projects in the works" — and he teaches a class at a private college on top of the aforementioned, thus positing all high achievers to crawl into a hole and die from inadequacy.
Here is James Franco's grandma calling the internet a bunch of pussies, complete with Franco
trollface alongside.
Speaking of James Franco —
additional magazines spanked into my mutant piles recently included the following:
Let's discuss asylum-seeking kids in detention centres — almost half of them arrive without their parents with over 1000 currently detained while they await visas. In a
multimedia report led by ABC journalists Nikki Tugwell and Eleanor Bell, the issue is confronting to say the least.
Apparently ethnic media in Western countries find it hard to offer broader contexts when reporting on national issues outside of immigration topics. Is it premature to say "no shit, Sherlock?"
The issues with this swells with the fact that human cognition and conditioning has already assumed your bias with publication titles such as '
Asian Fortune' and/or '
Ebony' — do you see magazines with titles like "Caucasian Beer" or "Anglo-Saxons Ahoy" who align themselves as 'ethnic media' ('Caucasian' is an ethnicity in case you forgot)? Secondly, this bias affords little fair judgement on the context of any articles to begin with - and thirdly, they lack the resources to thoroughly cover the issues at hand.
Visibly Asian/"minority" journalists hoping to improve ethnic diversity in the mainstream media are not going to go out of their way to join a publication spouting ethnic minority issues. No, they are going to work themeselves into the main system and change it from the inside out. Reasons being that I am a cynical twat with feet firmly embedded in the ground because I am always wondering to myself — am I Asian first, then a journalist or the other way around?
Speaking of "ethnic media", here is a former Korean boy band member looking ridiculously pretty for
Elle Korea. I like admiring beautiful people okay, though I probably facepalm if I saw such pretty specimens in real life.
Still on Asianisms,
Chinese parenting aims to achieve greatness, yet falls short with regret, according to the April issue of
The Atlantic. Apparently Asians are the worst parents in the world if the global outrage to
Amy Chua's infamous Wall Street Journal extract is anything to go by. Sandra Tsing Loh's divulges her take, citing a culture's hopeful efforts to achieve the calibre of uniquely talented individuals through a hard work ethic yet few result in true geniuses (see Mozart, Beethoven and the seeming abundance of Asian students in piano school). It's well worth a read and ponder.
One wonders if zombies are experiencing a resurgence with the modern proliferation of pop culture goodness. Stunning examples such as TV series,
Walking Dead and the film,
Zombieland (don't get me started on the brilliance of
28 Days Later and
Dawn of the Dead).
More beautiful, pretty things for thy eyeballs to stroke:
Dion Lee for CUE. The structural minimalism! Beautiful muted colours! Delicious folds and neutrals akin to seasonal goodness (autumn, how I love thee)! Monies, where art thou?
Burberry makes me want to touch things inappropriately, but this is not exactly brand new information.
Burberry Chain-embellished Leather Bag
I am going to hell.
This post was brought to you by The Strokes giving your life meaning via their new song,
Undercover of Darkness off their soon-to-be released album,
Angles. This song has been lovingly smushed in my brain since it came out last month -
yaaaaayyyyyyy. Hearts.
In other news: you can read my considerably more coherent blog posts at
Girl With A Satchel every Wednesday/Thursday, where I curate a column called
Digital Gloss Files (because Erica is a ridiculously wonderful mentor and I love her forever). It's basically a round-up of geeky, tech and/or digital news AND IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE AN
ACTION JOURNALIST when I'm really just a humble digital producer of sorts. Do leave Erica/self some love over yonder, oui/oui?

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