A Game of Thrones thing.
60 kids along the Steveston Dyke.
Probably unrealistic expectation
So glad school is almost done. Wait, what am I saying?
After the prime rib and instead of dessert!
Arrival, Chino Otsuka's exhibition at the Nikkei National Museum, transformed the room into a darkened, temple-like space, featuring four large projected diptychs, with the Pacific Ocean on one side and a black and white archival image of a young Issei picture bride on the other, like my own grandmothers. The artist spoke in her British accent about moving to England from Japan for school when she was ten and how this project, based on her NNM residency work, extended her previous photographic explorations into personal history, memory, and identity. I love hearing visual artists talk about their artistic process.
Apologies to both Spocks
Once upon a time, while I was at U of T, I saw Kyo Maclear on some panel discussion. I don't remember any of the details of what she said or did, I just had the sense that she was one seriously smart person. That was a long time ago and now that I have read her novel, The Letter Opener, I felt, wow, indeed, an awesome mind produced this. So unexpected and thoughtful in every moment. Not a lot happens and I was astonished by how compelling I found the experience of reading it. So compassionate. So intimate.
I enjoyed the contemporary themes in The Intern and the way it brushed on many aspects of our society — ageism, sexism, tech entrepreneurs, and relationships. Maybe I had the most problem with the pathetic stay-at-home dad but I enjoyed the Pollyanna optimism of The Intern in the way deNiro portrayed a retired widower as the senior intern looking for something to do, who becomes a valued mentor to Hathaway's harried young entrepreneur of a web-based clothing company. I thought it was fun to contrast these roles with deNiro as a gangster or Hathaway as an ingenue.
I donated an ink drawing to Bloom, the Ink-themed fundraiser at the Nikkei National Museum, so I got to enjoy the evening for free (which may defeat the purpose of a fundraiser). Besides the inspiring work of around 60 artists, Open Sesame laid out an Ink Brush Banquet, including a rice dish with squid ink, delightful MC Tetsuro Shigematsu showed off his impeccable moustache, innovative calligrapher Kisyuu produced a daring large scale calligraphy, and eclectic Sansho Daiko performed a evocative taiko performance. I also enjoyed speaking with artist Mariko Ando, whose etchings I had seen earlier at Visual Space.
This may have been a big mistake.
I was only having some for a toast.
Slipped away for a few hours for a panel on creating historical fiction comics, getting overwhelmed by all the talent and inspired with possibilities. Bought a few things.
Was Steve Jobs like this?