Showing posts with label hipsters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hipsters. Show all posts

Friday, October 16, 2009

Mulling in Multnomah County

It's funny how I ended up taking zero pictures of the city even though I was really excited to photograph Portland. The pressure to look like a native instead of like a tourist was overwhelming (so many hipsters!), I guess, but that's unusual for me. I guess it was that and the fact that I was in bed sick for a whole day of the trip. That is how trips go, I suppose!



And now back to working on my senior project. Here's the abstract for it (awkwardly in present tense even though it's not done yet; story subject to change without notice!):

“Blinds” uses poetry and short prose to explore the relationship of a pair of lovers, one whimsical, one practical, who, because of the outside world’s demands on their time, are rarely together. Their interactions are complicated by a large rainstorm raging outside which threatens to flood their home. The setting is limited to the bedroom, of which the focal point is the titular blinds over the room’s single window, the patterns of light and shadow that they project into the room and the thoughts that the couple projects onto them. The confusion of the worlds within and without the room permeates the dreams of the characters, and they come to understand each other and society through these dreams.

The form of the piece is unique. It consists essentially of two parts: the central short story of the pair of lovers above and a series of poems, prose poems, and flash fiction pieces that tell the couple’s dreams. Together the two parts will form a sort of frame story in which the telling of dreams and real life will alternate. As the story progresses, the characters increasingly incorporate into their waking life themes and ideas from their imaginings until all or nearly all of their interactions with the ‘real’ world are illuminated by their dreams.

This project is inspired by several fiction traditions, including magical realism, folklore and myth, and paranoid and speculative fiction. The project places these elements in a modern context and updates them for a post-9/11, digital, and ever-idealistically-divided world. To reinterpret Mexican literary critic Luis Leal, “Blinds” not only “suggest[s] the magical in our world,” but also suggests the magical in our world as an alternative to the black and white thinking that threatens society.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

I always fall in love with an open door


Here's Ra Ra Riot!, one of the bands that opened for Death Cab Friday night. The other was The Cold War Kids, who were okay, but not quite my style. This Ra Ra Riot song ("Ghost Under Rocks"), however, is quite deliciously awesome – these guys were very intense. I knew it would be a good set when I saw the electric cello and violin! Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures of Ra Ra Riot! We were too scared that Security would come confiscate the camera because they had stopped us at the gates already - the Canon Rebel apparently looks too 'professional.' Are you professional? Well, no, Batman, I'm not.

After a while, though, we got more gutsy. I got a few shots of The Cold War Kids, whose bassist (center), without a doubt, was on drugs. My guess was coke, but who knows? Don't be fooled by his halo (full-size image if you click):


The CWK played a long (too long) set, then came the disgustingly long wait for Death Cab. After a few decades, they emerged. They played! Music! With instruments! And voices! We were waaay too far away for my taste, but that was okay. It was Death Cab For friggin' Cutie, and there's no complaining about that. I think this was the first time I'd ever even seen how they play live - I haven't ever watched any live videos of them, even. For me, DCFC falls into this strange category of being a band so perfect that they're possibly actually immortal. Before this, I only vaguely knew what they looked like because I felt that associating the music with faces and names would almost cheapen it; when I found out that one of the members of The Shins was abusive of his long-time girlfriend, it made me a little sick. I knew Ben by sight, and a little about his life, and that's about it. I don't even imagine him singing when I listen to the music. I'm not sure how to explain it. They have such perfect music that I can't associate it with actual people. So you can see how this concert was a bit surreal for me.

As a continuance of the surreality, Ben Gibbard (lead singer), the only person in the band I knew, was all skinny-like and had chin-length hair, which was weird, because the last pictures I had seen of him had been adorable Plans-era chubby Ben. Perhaps he is losing weight for his wedding to Zooey Deschanel? I love you Ian, but I have sooooooo much jealousy for Zooey. You do understand, I hope, that this is DCFC we're talking about. His voice was still nice, though, so I forgive him for the hair and the skinny.

And so, without further ado, the pictures:


Guitarist Chris Walla was the most popular subject of our photos for the express reason that he was closest. Also, the Martinez sisters (Angel and Amanda, our German-Mexican companions on the trip) really like him.


Soooooo far away.

The dudes:











Monday, August 25, 2008

I bet she bought that dress at WalMart. Sellout.

Sure, the homework hasn't started yet, but I reel like blogging. Something about the bourgeois-ness of having a French class and a Spanish literature class one after the other. And with my hair cut, don't I look like a snobby hipster blogger now?

No Ian, you cannot be a snobby hipster blogger, too. We reserve that for people with a-line haircuts only. You are just too mainstream.

Okay, time to get some fancy coffee.