Today’s soundtrack:
It's down to me
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come
Today at 2:02pm: Eating outside on a stoop.


I am sad to report I had to abort Operation Frenchwoman. Prior to the mission I did some intelligence gathering. Spy photos I acquired, along with the sworn testimony of a trusted field agent who met the subject that night, indicated to me that this wasn’t a mission I should pursue. I’m no King of Diamonds myself but a guy has to draw the line somewhere.

Sucks, I won’t get to sleep in at all this weekend! I had to get up early today (Saturday) because I’m helping a friend move and I’m still trying to get a short story into shape. Tonight I’ll be reading portions of it in front of an audience at the Asian American Writer’s Workshop. I just looked at the latest draft and can’t decide if I like it or not. I guess that’s what audience feedback is for.

Tomorrow I’ve got to be at the Hapkido school by 10am because they’re doing a photo shoot for the calendar. I don’t know much about it but they told me they’re shooting me with K., the girl I worked out with the other day, which is fine by me. I am the token shaved-head Asian, represent represent.

For a short guy with bad skin I seem to be getting shot a lot this month. After the Hapkido thing Handsome Dan is shooting me for his portfolio. He says he wants to shoot in a way that highlights the fact that I am short, see humility is the name of the game my friends.

Not sure what it’s going to entail, like if I’ll have to sit on a Yellow Pages or carry a stepladder around or what. I haven’t spent this much time in front of cameras since my college graduation ceremony.

Last night at the bar I had a conversation with a friend and she was disarmingly honest. “I’m really scared to fail,” she said. I wanted to help her lose that fear but I didn’t really know how.