Dear lord, I can’t believe I just used the word “blogging.” Shoot me now!

Anyway, I’d like to apologize for the lack of updates, or specifically interesting updates. This website has recently turned into one of those “I did this and then I did this and then I saw this person” sorts of websites, which was something I wanted to specifically avoid. However…I can’t. I have nothing else I’d care to put here, so here goes yet another Summary o’ Sha Sha’s Weekend:

Friday night I had dinner with Matt, An-swol, Eric, Brendan, and Diane at Chevy’s. I entertained the idea of seeing the Bourne Supremacy (what a dumb name) with Brendan and Diane afterwards, but decided I didn’t have the energy to brave opening night crowds.

Saturday I went with Nathaniel to the City to check out a couple of museums. First we went to the Asian Art Museum of San Francisco mostly to see the Geisha: Beyond the Painted Smile exhibit. The exhibit was well-done, and it was interesting to learn about what the geishas really are, and all the misconceptions the Western world has about them. I especially enjoyed the photos of Yoko Yamamoto, particularly this photo. I wasn’t able to find a print of it, unfortunately. By the time we finished with the Geisha exhibit, we were both dying of starvation, so we had a surprisingly decent yet unsurprisingly pricy meal at the museum’s Cafe Asia. We did a quick tour of the rest of the museum, including a bunch of Buddhist and Hindu sculptures, which I vaguely remember learning about in my Asian Art class in college. I tried to fake my way through a description of them until Nathaniel called me out on it, and I was forced to answer with, “I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW!!!”

Afterwards, we headed to the SFMOMA. I thought one of the more interesting exhibits was Larry Sultan’s The Valley, which is a photography series exploring the use of ordinary middle-class suburban homes as sets for adult films. His photographs highlighted the contrast between the sets and what was happening on the sets, making the whole idea (I thought) very funny, and almost absurd. There was also a cool video exhibition called Stir Heart, Rinse Heart by Pipilotti Rist which included, among other things, a tiny video screen which you could see through a small hole in the floor of the gallery where you could watch a woman who appeared to be burning in Hell. She also had a funny installation which was a mirror with a another small video screen about where your mouth was in the reflected image. The video screen played a loop of lips making kissing shapes. Finally, I really liked some photographs by Nikki S. Lee, a young Korean photographer who combines performance art and photography by “infiltrating” subcultures, and photographing herself in their midst. One photo was from her “Skateboarders” project, and another from her “Seniors” project, which shows her as an old woman, struggling to get off the bus.

After buying a pack of Invisible Cards at the Museum Store (for $8, not $12), we asked the woman at the register for places nearby to eat. She recommended that we go to Clement street, although she warned us that it was “quite a drive.” We quickly realized that people in SF have a skewed concept of “quite a drive” since we arrived at Clement in under 10 minutes. After wandering up and down the street for a while, we settled on a Thai place, where I had roast duck over steamed rice (mmm…so fatty…), and we also shared some crab fried rice. I dropped Nathaniel off back in Livermore and watched Thirteen, which I thought was all right, but a little over the top. Perhaps it was just my oh-so-sheltered upbringing, but I found parts of it a little hard to believe.

Sunday started off with Enzo jumping on my bed at 8:30 to wake me up, so I decided to get an early start to the day and go to the Farmer’s Market to stock up on some fresh produce. When I got home, I went on what can only be described as a cleaning rampage. Since I rarely clean of my own volition, I decided to take advantage of it and just do the whole damn apartment. Feeling sufficiently accomplished, I went to Lee’s Comics and finally picked up Watchmen, which I had been meaning to read for a long time. The rest of the day was the kind of day that I imagine gave rise to the phrase “Lazy Sunday”, since I basically sat around, read comics, and drifted in and out of sleep on the couch. Good times.