les deux.

this:

warning: may make your heart bubble over with happiness.

and this:

haunting, maybe?

foot-in-mouth disease.

i’ve made a resolution to speak up in class more often because:a) i’ll start doodling or day-dreaming about BOOZE otherwise.b) sometimes i have something semi-intelligent to say.unfortunately, today was not one of those days. ‘the teach’ was trying to school us in the art of not accepting gifts/money/sexual advances from sources in the newspaper bizzz. so he was giving us this example of how he had to go to some big event at a hotel where there’d be a food BONANZA. instead of eating for free, he asked his editor to pay for the meal to avoid a gastrointestinal conflict of interest, blah, blah, blah.TEACHER: “the event was at a beauuuutiful hotel … have you guys ever heard of the regent beverly wilshire?”ME: “PRETTY WOMAN.”i think i shouted it twice, and no one laughed. i didn’t really mean to say it, even, it just came out. but. lesson of the day: never mention ANYTHING in the world of academia that pairs ho-bags with richard gere.

fight or flight.

maybe it’s just me, but it seems like nearly everyone i know, in the world, is either:

a) breaking up.

b) getting WED. matrimonially.

myself included. option a), duh. many of my ladyfriends have been changing up their last names on me when i go to check “the websites,” and i’ve noticed an inordinate number of hearts in the newsfeed/vom-atron. and it’s not just my social circle. my san diego friend is in DC this weekend … at a wedding. my los angeles friend (i promise i have more than one) is going to las vegas this weekend … for a bachelorette party.

and i’m heading off to my best friend’s wedding (not a dermot mulroney situation. gosh he’s looking sasquatch-y lately) this weekend. it’s the second wedding i’ll have flown home for … in two weeks.

and let me tell you, having gotten stuck with the aforementioned option a), it is so. much. fun. seriously, guys! not only does it mean that i get to go to the pottery barn to shop for glassware/gay boyfriends, it also means i’ve gotten to hear all about the planning and other people being like, totally head over heels for each other.

obviously, i LOVE my friends and wouldn’t miss their big days, ever. but basically the only thing saving me from becoming a full-on embittered hag is their smart avoidance of barf-y phrases like “our love.” to me, it’s a word-pairing that is right up there with “true dat” and “emotional rollercoaster” in terms of drive-me-crazy-ness. and not in the melissa joan hart way.

of course i have class.

Monday, October 1:

Classroom Discussion: How Nip/Tuck Changed Cable TV

The Norman Lear Center and adjunct journalism professor Mary Murphy present a discussion with Ryan Murphy, the Creator of Nip/Tuck, the show that “pushed the boundaries of sexuality and content on cable TV and put the FX network on the map.” Prof. Murphy, who is a TV Guide senior writer, will lead the conversation during her course on Entertainment, Business and Media, which “examines the symbiotic relationship of the entertainment business and the media; press coverage of the entertainment industry, and Hollywood’s relationship with news media.” The program will include a special pre-air screening of the first episode of the new season. Refreshments will be served. RSVP required.

rock my socks!

1. my TV boyfriend.

2. my boyish TV friend.

3. new projects.

4. new threads.

5. tomorrow!

DMBARF.

i found this email junking up my USC inbox yesterday:

UMMM. no thanks.

sorry, college bros. i can’t prove why they should put on a free show at USC. i can, however, give you the number one and number two reasons why they shouldn’t:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/4501755.stm

tim gunn’s guide to me being bored.

i’m starting ROUND TWO of the first episode of tim gunn’s guide to style, and i have to say … it’s not working. i found myself absent-mindedly reaching for my laptop so i could distract myself with updates on the “night of 1,000 pee wees” bike-a-thon they’re having downtown on saturday night. in summary, the music was too stereotypically bravo-y, the “life stylist” used CIRCUS MIRRORS and a hefty bag to build her self-esteem, and the night took a decidedly corny turn toward the end of the episode.

besides, there aren’t any “ANDRE” moments, and nothing very earth-shattering happens, like the episode in proj.run season 3, when tim visits laura’s house and her son tries to hand him a turd.

that’s not to say that this episode didn’t have its adorable points:

1. when tim gunn cries.
2. when tim gunn condemns leggings.
2. when tim gunn cries. i want to snug him.

and that’s not to say that i don’t love tim gunn. i mean, come on:

maybe i’ve watched one too many episodes of how do i look? or what not to wear or fashion emergency, but this just doesn’t feel very different from any of those. in short, it’s running on tim gunn’s bewy-ness alone, and i just don’t know if that’s enough.

in other bravo programming news, i am sorry to admit that i’ve been watching top chef, but let me just say that i am SO GLAD that howie is gone. my friend and i have a code name for him (besides the obvious choice of ‘uncle fester’): buttercream. because we think that’s what he’s made out of, and it’s a combination of two things that he really likes to cook with.

lessons learned, vol. 5.

also, i officially have the same haircut as a toddler. that will teach me to stay away from the cheapie barbershop.

case:

and point:

americana in the kong.

in case you’re curious/bored, i’ve posted the last of my favorite photos from hong kong, mainland china, and vietnam:

www. flickr.com/photos/tubat

it’s obvs supposed to be tubcat, not tubat (an unfortunate typo).

perfection!

it is my first day back in LA. i spent the morning reading the LA times, drinking coffee and eating omelettes. the truck in front of me on the ride home had some cardboard boxes in the back. one was a case of miller lite, and the other said “FRAGILE: TOSTADAS.”

♥♥♥♥♥ california.