Refugees in the news a lot this week. Also, I had my once-yearly encounter with a guy in a bar who was surprised that I speak English (these are about as regular as a doctor’s check-up, some years there’s a flare-up).
The ritual of being quizzed by idiots on “where are you really from” is well-known to people of color, particularly Asian-Americans. It’s not the question itself that is “offensive”: “Where are you from” is one of my favorite conversation starters, as long as it is not a) on a dark street in Los Angeles or b) said with the usual implication of “I know you’re foreign, I bet you’re some kind of Asian, you clearly aren’t from here, and I have no interest at all in what the answer is because I’ve already made up in my mind that you’re an alien.” Read more...
Overall, a decent first season finale, and if I were to compare it to the season finale from the first season of TWD (the terrible CDC episode where all we get is some lame info dump about the virus), this one was way better.
WE FINALLY SAW WALKERS. LOTS AND LOTS OF WALKERS. Daniel’s plan to release them as a way to get the soldiers distracted wasn’t really practical, but hey, it was a total badass move when he just waltzes to the front gate with a flashlight and the walkers pop up right behind him as the soldiers start freaking out. Read more...
I guess like the mothership, FEAR THE WALKING DEAD is going to move like molasses. Last night’s second episode did just that (move slowly) as the characters were confined to essentially three locations (DTLA/Ruben Blades’ barber shop; the high school; the family home). I suppose the first season arc (all 6 episodes of it) will be the plight of our main characters escaping Los Angeles, which I guess is fine because this episode, as well as the rest of the season, was shot in Vancouver (the pilot, on the other hand, was shot on location in East LA) and you can totally tell the show is shot in British Columbia, because of the tight shots and the sheer Canadian cleanliness of their streets and neighborhoods. Read more...
The pilot episode of FEAR THE WALKING DEAD aired last night, and in the tradition of our episode recaps, we’re going to recap this show as well. With the phenomenal success of the THE WALKING DEAD, it was inevitable that AMC would have a spinoff show. But, after six seasons, it finally arrives in the form of a prequel series (taking place during Rick Grimes coma), and also in a completely different location (Los Angeles, before the zombie apocalypse).
The flavorful amuse bouche at Tangine, Beverly Hills.
I’ve been to many cities in the world from Hong Kong to Tokyo to Paris to Berlin to New York, but none have international cuisines more diverse, more authentic, and more affordable than Los Angeles. I’m conjecturing that it’s all due to this metropolis’ amazing diversity in population and affordability of space. Even an incredibly specialized ethnic cuisine can afford to open up a little shop that local residents will champion. From haut cuisine in Beverly Hills to a mom-and-pop shop in Koreatown, LA has nothing short of good eats.
My aunt took me out for her birthday at Beverly Hills’ Tagine, a Moroccan haut cuisine restaurant. “It used to be impossible to get hummus in the 80s,” reminisced my aunt over the six course tasting menu with wine pairings, “And now it’s everywhere with all different flavors.” Read more...
And…well…yeah…that’s about it. I really have nothing to add to this topic that hasn’t already been said over and over and over again since word broke Friday, but figured I should blog about it in some way ‘cause it seems like every Asian American online is required to acknowledge this news or lose their membership in the Asian American club community. Read more...
Annika is a 20-something year old newly single divorcee who recently returned to school to complete a bachelor’s degree in computational linguistics. She spends her time baking, cooking, swimming, hanging at pubs, trying different foods and restaurants, and inappropriately staring at the asses of unassuming men. She currently lives in Los Angeles.
“I’m moving to London.” (NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!)
“Getting together again sounds good, but I am moving to London in two weeks. My company gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
My lover, “Tor,” of the last four months drops this bombshell on me a week ago and I feel a moment of sheer panic at the prospect of having to find a replacement. He also just left my apartment (it is 5:09 AM as I write this) for what seems like the last time ever. I was kind of sad. He was my favorite – and only – booty call. He was younger, filled to the brim with stamina, lived fifteen minutes away, and was always willing to come to my place. By LA standards, that’s a perfect booty call! And whatever it was that we did was also perfect: he’d come over once a week, we’d talk for fifteen minutes, do our thing for a half hour, then he’d leave. It was AWESOME. Read more...
Located atop Griffith Park with what is probably the best view of Los Angeles, the Observatory is only about two miles from where I live, but before this evening, I couldn’t remember the last time I had visited.
But tonight, I met a friend for dinner and afterwards, I wanted to take a short walk before heading home and that’s when I thought, “Damn, I haven’t been up to the Observatory in ages.” Read more...
Yes, there was an earthquake in Los Angeles this morning, thus ending what has come to be known as our long “earthquake drought.” Typically, a quake of magnitude 4.4 (which today’s was) should happen every year in the L.A. basin, but we’ve been spared that in recent years. According to scientists, that may soon change with quakes coming with more regularity, but that’s a different story.
This drought may partially explain today’s post-earthquake freak-out that happened on social media. By some of the twitter and facebook reactions I’ve been seeing, you’d think the big one had hit us. Have we become that wimpy unaccustomed to a little shaking that a mere 4.4 is met with such fear and surprise? Come on, we’re Angelenos, this is just another inconvenience to shrug off before returning to sleep (or whatever else you were doing at 6:30AM).
Yes, it’s raining and raining hard here in L.A. and as we’re in the midst of this bad drought, any sort of wetness is welcome.
But you know what—all those stereotypes of Angelenos and rain are pretty much true. Everything from how we can’t drive in the rain (yes, I saw at least three accidents coming into the YOMYOMF office) to how even a little bit of rain leads to major freak-outs:
My fiancé and I went house hunting last year. We considered bidding on a few places, but the mortgage amounts seemed too high for our budget. Two weeks ago, we resumed the search and found that home prices had risen 26% since we’d last looked (oops).
I’m curious about your thoughts on home or condo ownership. If you own a place, how do you feel about it – financially, emotionally, etc.? If you don’t own, would you like to? On one of our early dates, Michael mentioned that he’d always looked forward to living in his own house. I replied that the idea of home ownership made me feel trapped.
As part of the YOMYOMF Network series, The Short List, where we present short films we love every Friday at Noon EST, we’ve reached out to the filmmakers with 5 Questions to see what’s up since the production of their short film. It’s a way for them to revisit their film and get an update on their next projects. You can view all The Short List films here.
This week, we ask 5 questions to director Veena Hampapur about her short film, BASKETBALL, MERI JAAN.