I've edited another video in my process for you all to see.

Labels: cat lady, MacDowell, the pick up artist

My Facebook friends may have noticed that here at MacDowell my FB updates have been super existential of late. This new CAT LADY play has me asking why we settle for faking love, what the meaning of life is, and where do we find the end of loneliness. I'm not sure how healthy it is for me to be exploring such heavy stuff for this long of time in total isolation in a cabin in New Hampshire, but thought I'd start sorting through some of this footage to organize my thoughts. I'm pretty proud of this edit done on the most basic of Final Cut skills.

Labels: cat lady, MacDowell, the pick up artist

For some extreme theater goers there are performances like NYC's Elevator Repair Service production of Gatz. For six hours, you sit and watch ERS bring the entire story of the Great Gatsy to stage. I'm told your ass hurts, you get tired, but the process of watching the story unfold is riveting. For pop culture obsessed theater junkies like myself, I spent 10 hours watching even more interesting theater at the 3rd Annual Pick-Up Artist Summit in Hollywood. Yes folks, pick-up artists are so organized that they actually have their own conferences. And yours truly scored a press pass.

I've been invited to guest blog for Tavis Smiley, and I also have some other magazines I'm writing for over the next few months so I'm making a little documentary about my visit to this fraternity of grown men that call themselves "PUAs" (Pick-Up Artists).

I don't know how to describe everything I experienced, which is why I spent most of this Monday in a half daze trying to shake off the 10+ hours of being surrounded by "professional" and aspiring pick up artists. If you've read my blog, you know I've been obsessed with this subculture for the last couple years. When I actually got picked up in Miami by a trained pick-up artist, I was more intrigued. I don't condemn them, but am more fascinated by how they are guerilla theater performers with obsessive, analytical, and overcompensating personalities just like mine.



Images from the weekend invaded my dreams all last night: the pie charts presentations on "Inner and Outer Game," the Powerpoint demonstrations about "Hooker Game" (the art of picking up hookers, who according to the pick-up artists are some of the most attractive women in the world....), and the live demonstrations onstage of kiss closing.

Who knew picking up a drunk girl in a bar would be such math?

Oh yes, I saw it all my friends. I even participated as an onstage model in one presentation. (It wasn't hard, the girls usually don't have any lines).

It was like a cross between a frat, the Landmark forum, Hot Topic, Comic Con, and a Sex Starved Anonymous Meeting. I've not really spent much time in any of these places, but my guess is that if you were to cross all of these into one space, it would be the Pick Up Artist Summit.

There is this thing in the community called "peacocking" (wearing an accessory that grabs attention and helps you stand out). And these guys were doing it. It was like a tattoo artist and Ed Hardy's bastard daughter gave birth to a baby at the teen apparel section of Kmart. Sheeze louise I didn't know it was possible to mix acid wash, metal studs, and silkscreened dragon/cross/ swirls to such proportions.

I even got picked up in the lobby by a guy who was trying to work out his game. He didn't know I was doing press for the event and I obligingly listened to him as he stumbled through his set. I mentally graphed it all from his spontaneous opener ("Your shoes look like candy canes"), neg ("You don't sound like a tourist"), false time constraint ("gotta meet my friend soon"), into a story with DHV spikes ("I used to own a punk rock record store in San Francisco").

I stopped him before he could "Kino" (touch me) and confessed that I was actually doing press coverage of the event. I think he was a little embarrassed. From what I could make out from his mumbles, he was not actually attending the conference, just hovering around it? He scurried away when Mike arrived with the camera.

It was contemporary theater at it's finest.

I freaked out that the 50:1 ratio of men to women at this event might turn my arrival into a "flies on shit" situation, but it was surprisingly ok. The first few hours I was on super high alert. I was both hyper aware of being picked up, but also kind of insulted that nobody was making a pass at me (after all, the event advertised that the Hollywood and Highland locale of the summit would allow the men to sarge sarge sarge whenever they took a break). I actually got to see a lot of these guys conduct themselves like the gentlemen I never suspected they could be under the trademark PUA subculture of internet "field reports" that broadcast their sexual exploits and rank the women they bag from 1-10.

I have a friend who just finished her time as a contestant on a reality dating show. She's an artist and we're both obsessed with the meta-ness of reality dating shows. She took her obsession the extra mile by actually going on one so she can create art on the experience. She said of her time living in the house with all the girls: "I kept thinking about you Kristina, it was so unreal, it was like, I'm in the televison set."

I kept thinking this weekend, "I'm on a public access channel."

It's going to take a few months to get the video up because I am simultaneously trying to leave town for New York, show excerpts of new shows, and relearn Final Cut Pro. So hold your horses. It will be good though. Believe me.

Anyway, trying to shake off the surrealness of the PUA theater scene to get back into my world of making theater theater.

Labels: the pick up artist

Even though I have yet to show it again, I was invited by the Feminist Magazine radio show on KPFK tonight to talk about Cat Lady... my new show in progress.

Click here to hear my interview

I show up about halfway through the interview. I ramble a bit but I like the sound of my own voice if I do say so myself.

Oliver is sitting on my lap. Bestiality... this is what it's come to.

Labels: cat lady, press, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn, the pick up artist

The LA Times Article on my new work and the NOW Festival at REDCAT came out.....

Folks had requested I do another one of these but there were no roaches to kill... except for a brief cameo tonight... Short but sweet, and now I have another artist to help me shoot!

Labels: artist life, cat lady, cat pee, the pick up artist, to catch a predator

Letter down! Letter down!

argh! I was so excited because it looked like my f key (i had to cut and paste that "f") was as easy to ix as a squirt o air rom these computer guys in Sarasota who ixed it ree o charge by just cleaning under the key. But screwed again because I was here typing and it went out again.

Anyway. I think the ghost is back. The fan is shaking in a creepy way. And weird things tend to turn on when they shouldn't. But I don't care anymore about being spooked in the house alone. I just want my f back. I also bought a can o RAID which makes me eel saer to walk around with.

Looks like I may have to pay $80-$150 to get a new keyboard and scream "UCK YOU!" to all my bloggers in ull orce. Man oh man.

In other news, I just did an interview with the LA Times today about my new show "Cat Lady" which I premiere as a work in progress at the REDCAT when I get back to LA. It's a departure rom my other work that tries to save the world all the time. It's about... being a cat lady and cats. This is perhaps a bad sign when an artist starts doing work on their pets. But also it's about pick up artists, cat psychics and loneliness.

"You mean this show will be all about your conquests and non-conquests Kristina Wong?"

No dummies. I am much more creative and interesting than that. Though it would be another great way I could cockblock mysel on stage. It's about loneliness and human communication. But the great news is that one o my avorite reality tv stars is going to help me with part o the show. I just conirmed yesterday. I can't wait. Let's hope it goes well. I've never collaborated with a reality show star beore. I am not sure i he was reaked out at irst, but a little coaxing and I got him on my side.

Today I was doing some research on Pick Up Artists. And I was reading about this "Bait Reel Release" methodology they use. This idea that women are these ish and they chase the lure i it moves around. And I got excited because not only does it tie into some o the Animal Kingdom metaphors I'm trying to use, but it also gives me an excuse to learn to use a ishing rod and see i that will be a good analogy or using in the show.

So I went into the garage here and got out the ishing rod and started to pretend to ish in the Gul o Mexico. It was awul. The hook was going all o one oot rom the rod. I asked an older man to help me and the line got all tangled. So I am trying to learn how to ish online. These youtube videos are not very helpul.

I'm thinking maybe asking other ishermen on the island to help me ish will help me meet some ellas my age. There are quite a lot o guys here who ish. It's so deceiving though because I'll be in the cottage and see what looks like a hot guy ishing (because I can only see him rom behind) and then I'll go down to the beach to take a closer look and the guy ends up actually being 12 or 80 rom the ront. Which just makes me eel ilthy. UCK!!!

Anyway, I can't blog without use o all 26 letters o the alphabet. So it's time to go. Why did that key have to go out? Why couldn't it have been a Q or Z? I have no use or those.

Anyway, enjoy these pics o my handicrats.



I made a giant roach to leave behind here. It's pretty cute. On the back side it looks like scales but it really spells out "Hermitage" in wide letters.

Labels: artist life., crafty, hot people, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn, the pick up artist, uck you, Vh1

The Creative Capital deadline is coming up and more than a few artists have been asking me for help. You guys! I don't really know anything about grants. I just apply for a lot of them and some come back to me.

It's nice when people think you have the magic touch. But really, it's just perseverance. I've written many many many grants. And I get turned down for a lot. Grants are like auditions, except there is more logic in who gets them-- but like auditions, it's also random who gets them.

I think I'm losing it. I'm tired of the haul it takes to get work as an artist. (Have I not mentioned this a hundred thousand times?) I'm sitting on a grant panel in two weeks and am getting a nice stipend to sit on the panel. But then I got the grant binders from the foundation! Whoa! There are like over a hundred applications in a stack that's 8 inches thick! I have to read each and every page of this! Blech. My stipend is well earned.

Today the REDCAT Now Festival application was due. I started it late last night and decided to use it as an opportunity for creativity. I'm tired of trying to prove my post-post modernism and how I'll save the world in one fell performative swoop, I decided to enjoy writing every word of this application.

From now on, I'm writing grant applications that are fun to write and read!

Here's a sneak peak at choice bits and pieces from today's REDCAT proposal narrative for the presentation of my new work--- "CAT LADY!"

"'Cat Lady' is a 20 minute performance piece intersecting the personas and rituals of cat ladies and male pick-up artists to create surreal moments of human isolation."

"...cat sculptures that are spoken to throughout the piece like old familiar lovers."

"My first golden shower..."

"I frantically sniffed all the cushions in the house..."

"As I slowly forfeited to Oliver's fecal violence..."

"dangling hairy lymph nodes..."

"The cat lady. Was that mythical persona of the unmarried woman living in the lonely world of filthy catdom becoming my reality?"

"...an animal psychic who came well recommended by our lesbian friends."

"...my set as a menagerie of cat sculptures made of newspaper and felt..."

"...i speak to them, dance with them, and enact my own obsessive compulsive thoughts..."

"...life alone..."

"...attempt real connections with the audiences and my cats..."

"...concurrent to Oliver's urinary woes..."

"...struck by his boyish eagerness..."

"...post-modern gold..."


For all you artists who keep asking me to send copies of my proposal or grant applications to you, feel free to plagiarize all of the above!

THE END.

Labels: artist life, cat lady, cat pee, chocolate rain, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn., the pick up artist

New Crafts
I haven't been knitting much lately if you have figured it out from the blog. It's been nicer on my wrists and now I don't feel like I'm going to have carpal tunnel by age 30. I brought much of my yarn stash up to my parent's house where it's hiding much to their chagrin. I'll knit again, but for now I'm taking a breather. I am making a lot of these felt dolls though. I can stitch a doll up in about 40 minutes while watching TV. They make nice thank you gifts. Here's a stash I made for folks in Miami and at CBS.



I make them out of reclaimed felt and the stuffing is from an old pillow. Yay for green crafts!

Cuckoo's Nest
I am in Santa Barbara tonight staying at the "Faculty Club"-- the campus accommodations. I have a show tomorrow. Yay! What a great way to spend Chinese New Year-- talking about suicide and depression! It's been about four months since I've last done Cuckoo's Nest and I swear it's a lot harder for me now than it was a few months ago. It is beginning to feel like a pair of pants I've outgrown. A lot has to do with the great reality that the depression/mental illness topic doesn't seem as impossibly elusive to me as it first was when I was trying to tackle the show. Also, I've done the show so much that it's sometimes unreal to me. I also don't knit as obsessively as I once did, and my body is changing.

So Nurit and I have been reworking parts of the script, finding more places to tighten and slice.
It's fun when we figure out those moments. It keeps it fresh.


New Show
Even though I swore I wouldn't make any more performance art shows that were a pain in the ass to tour, I've been dreaming up a new show that will be a pain in the ass to tour. I'm working very slowly on a new piece tentatively titled "The Cat Lady" which will be about being a cat lady, pick up artists, dry humping, reality tv, Ross Dress for Less and look at bigger issues of human isolation. I imagine now having newspaper cat sculptures all over the stage that I talk to intimately.

Yeah, not autobiographical or anything.

I'm actually not interested right now in touring it or thinking too big about what I'll do with it. For once, I want to make a show for myself that is not overtly save-the-world-esque, is not aimed at furthering my career, and instead, is really for me and nobody else. I think touring Cuckoo's Nest for my livelihood has turned this "love of theater" into a whole other monster. Artmaking becomes so different when you rely on it to pay the bills.

I want "The Cat Lady" to be my return to what I love about my craft. An exercise in having fun as an artist. Not that Cuckoo's Nest wasn't fun! It was just really stressful to take on such a nutso issue for a show.

I just hope it isn't career suicide to expend energy and time on a piece that may have zero financial returns. If anything, will just cost money to make! But I really don't care tell you the truth. And I have faith that I'll be fine.

I didn't become an artist to be rich. Right?


Barack-- His middle name is Hussein?
Yay Kristina Wong for coming late to the party. I kept reading "Barack Hussein Obama" on blogs and stuff and just assumed that it was just people being racist a-holes-- but YO! That's really his middle name!

I think Super Tuesday really stunned me in how awesome Americans can be. For some reason I just assumed that most of Middle America was racist and ignorant, but maybe not so much if they are voting for Obama.

My boy Barack took Utah? And all sorts of other states where I never thought they'd ever consider a black president! And the whole "Hussein"/ Muslim connection of his name that you'd think would bother the most ignorant of Americans, has obviously not affected his numbers.

It gives me faith again in Americans... maybe we aren't as stupid as we seem!

How great it will be to hear that name "Barack Hussein Obama" when he takes the presidential oath. To see a black man, mixed race, who didn't come from money, a new generation of leadership take the white house.

It really truly will be the America we've been waiting for.

Labels: cat lady, cat pee, crafty, crazy, Obama is hot, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn., the pick up artist

Here I am on my lazy Sunday at the beach with crazy frizzed hair.

So I went from being lonely and bored out of my mind in Miami to doing the work I've been paid to come out here for, and at like, breakneck speed.

And yay, this is what I do as a solo artist!

I'm teaching guest workshops all over Miami this week. And also doing the round of press interviews.


Oddly enough, Miami seems to be the town for a lot of firsts in my career. I was interviewed on a radio show just last night. Not just any radio show-- a bilingual sports radio show! Yes... a SPORTS SHOW!!! I always thought Bill O'Reilly would put me on the air before a sports show. I sure was nervous that they wouldn't "get" me, and that it would be scary frat-like (the show was sponsored by Cheetahs Strip club!), but the two sportscaster guys were super sweethearts and totally listened to me. I did alright!



So for my sports show interview, I put on my best "alpha male" face, tucked a rolled up sock into my panties, and interviewed with my best "brazen broad" persona.

Listen to me here. Thanks Wes Kim for hosting the interview!

Some of my highlights from this radio interview...

* Used the "F" word at least five times. (The "F word" being "feminist")
* Talked about sports. (huh?!)
* Talked so dirty that I made both sportscaster guys blush.
* Said one thing that they had to "dump" because it wasn't appropriate for the air (Ironically, the phrase they "dumped" was "poopoo peepee.").
* When I ran out of material, I would comment on the homo erotic tension between the two guys.
* Snuck in some third wave feminist commentary about performing gender within the PUA community.
* Screamed the name of my Korean Pick Up artist, dictated his exploits over the airwaves and demanded he call me at the station (he didn't btw :<).
* Declared National Dry Hump Day on Jan 16.
* Declared the end to the use of the word "minorities" and instead a push for the word "majorities."

This is all so weird, being so, dare I say... "mainstream." I feel like I've crawled out of a cave of women's studies and now I am interacting, a lifetime later, with the rest of the world. I just hope my show doesn't disappoint. I still feel like my references may be too obscure for a comedy audience. But they don't think so which is how I ended up at this joint.

Oh well, embrace and enjoy the ride.

I also might be on TV here later this week. Yay!

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Here are some other pictures for my mother who likes to look at pictures of food on the road...


Here is the Cuban omelette sandwich I ate today.


And here is the Banana Cheese Omelette I had yesterday. Ew. Didn't like it much.


And here I am cruising at a gay bar on the beach.

Labels: artist life, magic powers, miami, oh my god, press, the pick up artist

Saturday night I was lounging around the room with nobody to go out with and decided that "Hey, I'm a big girl. I can go out alone." I got dressed and drove myself down towards the beach where all the clubs supposedly are. I've never gone dancing or to a bar alone. It seems semi-loserish and dangerous, especially in a town I don't live in, but the cabin fever was going to kill me more.

I park the car, wander towards one of the hotels where these security guards are standing and ask naively, "Excuse me. What is this?" (You know, not wanting to crash a private party.)

"It's the Skybar."

"Oh, a club?"

"Yeah."

"How much is it?"

The security people laugh at me.

"$1000 bucks."

They open the elastic barrier and let me in.

I compensate, "Sorry! I'm from out of town."

So I'm standing there at this bar/club nursing my tiny $15 (wtf!) cape cod and thinking, "I hope I figure out how to make some friends or something before I have to buy another $15 drink." There's no dancing at this club for me to hide myself in. So I'm just standing there, taking in this amazing joint (the clubs on South Beach are mega swank because they are all part of the hotels. Like the Standard, except larger and with better furniture.)

Anyway, so this Korean guy comes up to me and is like, "I'm looking for my friend. He's 6'3" and Dominican. How am I going to find him here?"

And I'm so relieved that someone is talking to me, and at a non-creepy yet somehow strategic 45 degree angle. And I'm especially excited that this Korean guy is talking to me because I had passed him seconds before thinking, "I wonder what that Korean guy is doing in South Beach." So we talk about being Asian in Miami and what each of us is doing there.

And suddenly, like three minutes into the conversation, I'm totally swooning.

The whole conversation is all too slick. His friend swoops in and is like "Hey, kiss him on the cheek."

It's all too familiar. Like I've read this in a book or seen it on a tv show....

I'm like, "Wait a second. Have you seen the Pick Up Artist on VH1?"

"Oh yea! I watch that show religiously."

"You know, I got a ride to the airport from Spoon and Brady."

"No way."

"You've taken a Pick-up workshop haven't you?"

(moment)

"Actually. I have."

I'm jumping up and down wagging my finger and screaming!

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! I knew it!! I knew it! I know all these tricks! I knew this was all familiar."

Anyway, he was smooth, gorgeous, and works as a diplomat. And even if he was totally awkward and untrained in the ways of approaching a woman, I would have talked to him. He wasn't wearing aviation goggles or a fur hat. He was just well dressed. And he's taken workshops from Tyler Durden (the anarchy-ish PUA revolutionary) and Mystery. It felt really weird to be part of some script, and I kept questioning his sincerity.

But he wasn't as choppy as the guys from the show who seemed to work with a lot of canned material. And we had a good talk about the Pick Up community and "The Game" by Neil Strauss. I kept calling him on every thing I could recognize. I started mocking him by stroking my hair and squealing, "Look buddy! An IOI!" (Indicator of interest.) He takes my hand and whispers in my ear, "Ok, let's help Juan get a girl." Suddenly we are winging his friend. It was crazy watching these two guys scan a room and funny to be part of it. I was like a live action DVD commentary, making smart remarks the whole time.

He was like, "Kristina, can you turn that off?"

I was like, "Can you turn it off?"

What a trip. I got "opened" by a professional pick up artist. And I kinda thought this might happen because there are pick up artists all over this place. It was an experience. And I'm glad of it.

I think my fascination with the whole Pick Up Artist community is that they do what I do in ways-- site specific performance, culture jamming, and performing gender. They don't do it to the same effect that I do, as their work lacks the social commentary, and they aren't going to get grants to pick up women. But I think the fact that men pay thousands of bucks to learn how to denote their high value (DHV they call it), create conversations that add exciting information (kind of like a good improv), and use a lot of tactics from the sales world (to "close" in PUA speak) says a lot about how much men need companionship as much as women.

He and I, we're both performers.

He said he might come to my show. Perhaps, this is my tactic to make sure I fill that 400 seat theater. I will stand around at clubs and mock pick up artists and guilt them to coming to my show.

So for my mother and others who wonder if there was a love connection.... Nah, everyone knows that my dream man is that guy I've been sending letters to in prison who will be getting out in 5 to 10. I hold out for only the best. ;)

Labels: loser, reality tv, Spoon, the pick up artist, Vh1

Miami has been gorgeous the last few days. It's unreal that I get to be here so long. And I'm almost agitated because I am having a hard time embracing that I've earned this. Can artists really be treated like a million bucks on the road? Like shouldn't someone at some point be bopping me on the head and telling me that the empty dorm room bed awaits me??!

Here's the photo story.

First, as promised. Evidence that Spoon and Brady from VH1's "The Pick Up Artist" did indeed take me to the Airport. No pictures of me WITH them, but that will be the next ride to the airport!



Spoon driving with his 6:30 AM on.




Brady being crushed by my monster luggage.


And now I am in Miami. I've never been treated so well on a residency before. I mean I thought I've been treated well. But his is like fantasy residency! I've been given a rental car, a per diem, two weeks at the Standard and a pretty loose schedule to enjoy the surroundings. The car has a GPS and says, "You have arrived" when I get to my destination. And when it says that. I feel like they are saying so much more. I really have arrived it seems.


I can't believe what a luxury this is. It's like my friend E said once of being hot and single and waking up alone every morning, "This is such a waste!"

Indeed, this place is so gorgeous, it seems quite wasteful to be in this awesome hotel all alone. So guess what? You are coming with me! Check it. I present a grand tour of Miami so far.... Mostly the hotel.


A dock overlooking the water. Just behind the hotel!



The lounge chairs at dusk.



The giant king bed is 6 feet across and mocks soloness when I sleep in it.



This is where you load up in mud and wash it off. Going to try this tomorrow.



The view at dusk.


A note from the general manager welcoming me to the Standard and to Miami. I felt like such a rock star.


Anyway, the being here alone thing is killing me. I can't go this long without having someone to talk to and it's only been like a day! This joint is swarming with couples and cool people. I was thinking there would be solo artists roaming the joint and wanting to party... kinda like when I went to Greece. But in odd ways I'm having flashbacks of middle school. Next week I'll be teaching workshops all over the place and my circle of Miami folk I know will grow. But I feel like I showed up at prom alone being here. It's like a honeymoon for one.

I was thinking about what a rock star I am this week and how people would love to join me. So perhaps my friend Jess is right, I need my own reality show, "a Shot at Love with Kristina Wong" where people vie for my love in special performance art challenge like who can convey the most oppression with fake blood and howling sounds. Ha!





By the way, I'm here early assembling a cast of community artists to be in my show. I already found my cutest cop! Look for Sasha at the show! She takes after her mom who is a notable Miami B Girl.

Labels: artist life, balance, dying alone, miami, reality tv, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn, Spoon, the pick up artist, vacation?, Vh1, vision

I'm at LAX now for my 8:25 am flight to Miami. I packed the whole apartment into two suitcases it seems.

Yet again, I couldn't bribe anyone for a ride. So I turned to my new best friend, fake tv boyfriend, and ex-reality star for help.



Yay! Spoon, from VH1's "The Pick up Artist" gave me a second ride to the airport. And this time he rolls up to my apartment at 6:30am and there's a guy in the passenger seat. I hear, "Is that her?!"

(And I project, from his voice, that perhaps he too was a wee bit disappointed that I don't look like a school girl, instead I look like Kristina.)



It's Brady, the runner up from VH1's the Pick up artist, also Spoon's roommate. Brady also got a stripper to make out with him on the show. Which even as a feminist, I found impressive.

I think Brady and Spoon were the cutest ones on the show. I was so starstruck by these two ex-reality stars outside of my apartment taking me to the airport, I started to jump up and down with glee. I think they were happy to be appreciated as their show was kind of the sleeper hit of VH1's line up in 2007 and their return to real life has been not as glamorous.

It was such a fun ride over.

Brady busts out with one of the pick up lines ("openers") that I knew well from watching the show and reading "The Game." He says from the backseat, "So who do you think lies more, girls or guys?"

I started screaming and laughing, "Don't pull that shit on me! I know all the lines! I've read the pick-up books! I know all the tricks! Those openers they taught you were so ridiculous."

And then Brady ad libs with another opener, which had to be the dumbest one on the show, "Did you see the fight outside?"

We were all laughing.

Then I started to wag my finger at those two and scolded them, "You know, you two were just as cute, if not cuter before your Pick-up makeovers. I actually preferred you guys when you were dorks."

Spoon shook his head as if to say, "No like the old Spoon."

Anyway, I was so happy when they dropped me off at the curb, I jumped up to hug both of them.

Yay! Rock Star!

Kinda.


Will post pictures when I land.

Labels: asian men, hollywood wong, losing my mind in los angeles, reality tv, Spoon, the pick up artist, Vh1

Well, it happened. I got a ride to the airport from an ex-reality tv star that I never actually met in person before that night and I have lived to blog about it.

So Spoon actually called at 4:10AM from outside my apartment. I had a last minute panic that he would really be a serial killer or flake or someone who had posed as Spoon on Instant Messenger and offered a ride, but there he was in the dark of night, double parked outside my apartment, in his little two-door car with his big Alaskan dog in the passenger seat.

I gave him a hug and was like, "Wow, you are like a jpg come alive!" (The last time I said that was when I met Asia Carrera and like Spoon, she was non-plussed by my amazing sense of humor.) I think Spoon was disappointed (as many men are) that I wasn't dressed like a schoolgirl and that I actually looked more like Kristina.

It was so odd, and yet so normal. Oh my god, there's an ex-reality tv star at my apartment and he's going to take me to the airport. The guy from TV is my 4am Super Shuttle.

Which gets me to thinking about how much lines are blurred in this age of Myspace and internet. How people that you see on tv can be your "friend" and show up at your house and it's not even creepy.

He was telling me about his life since he moved to LA a month ago. It's so weird to me how he hangs out still with people from the show. And it seems like all those pick-up artist teachers, contestants and student guys hang out together still like a big gang. Much like how the PUA community is depicted in "The Game" by Neil Strauss. Spoon actually lives with Brady (who was one of the finalists on the show). And he hangs out with the "Master PUAs" on a regular basis. A lot of their names I know because they are written about in "The Game."

Something is so odd about hanging out with the same community from the reality show you were eliminated on. I watch so many VH1 reality shows that at times I feel like I really know the contestants like old friends. But I think if I was ever on one, I'd want to still have my other friends back when it was all over. But that whole Pick-Up artist community is like Scientology-- the community is set up in such a tight cultish way that it in two-folds gives you an instant community, but it also feels hard to leave.

So along the ride to the airport, we stopped at a grocery store because I wanted to get something to drink and he busts out with, "You look so trashed! And tired!"

And I'm like, "What?! Wow, that's got to be best thing you could say to a woman."

And I'm thinking, is he trying to use "negs" on me? ("Negs" are the Pick-Up Artist term for comments that are a mix of insult and flattery that somehow force the woman that is "negged" to throw herself at the guy.) Knowing that he's been part of this whole show, I'm not sure what is a line and what's real.

Or maybe, he really does think I look trashed. It isn't even part of a come on. I really do look horrible. And then I feel all sad inside that I don't look like the gem of the Nile at 4am at the grocery store.

And then he was like, "I can say that, because I don't want anything from you."

And I'm thinking: Buddy, how much action did you think you were going to get on the way to the airport? This isn't a date, it's a ride to the airport and part of my "research."

And then there was this other beauty he blurted out on the ride over: "You speak perfect English! That's so weird..."

And I'm thinking... Is this how white Portland is that this poor Asian kid is not used to Asian people speaking English? I didn't even try to explain that I was third generation Chinese American and that in the year 2007 it isn't abnormal to meet Asian people who speak English. And wtf, only ignorant white people say things like that.

Spoon reminds me of myself when I was in college. So wide-eyed and slightly overcompensating. But he's also very sweet and boyish. He just moved from his parents' house for the first time which may have something to do with his wide eyed-ness.

I think what was so interesting about reading "The Game," studying the whole PUA workshop community on the web and watching "The Pick Up Artist" is it really reveals how vulnerable men are and what a "performance" masculinity is. The language of the PUA community is similar to that of a stand-up: there are "sets," "openers," "closers" and there is strategic positioning to the "set."

I never realized how vulnerable and desperate men would be to meet women. Those PUA workshops can cost up to $10,000! I always thought it was the other way around with how women are always trying to be more beautiful to bring a good guy into their lives. It was kind of oddly empowering to read about all that PUA stuff and realize men sometimes don't know how to be men and have to take classes on it.

Anyway, that's as much as I will divulge on the web. Here's Spoon btw on VH1 winning the award for dressing the most gay/fashionable.


VH1.com Videos

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So I don't even have cable, but now, I'm going to ask Vince to Tivo this show for me...


It's Vh1's "The Pick Up Artist"-- a show where this guy named "Mystery" who looks like a cheezey Goth wearing clearance rack stuff from Hot Topic shows eight "lovable losers" how to get their mack on.

Anyway, the only reason why I'm going to watch is because there are two totally adorable Asian boys on it who are so helpless around women. Aw. So cute.

Aw, Asian boys with no game. So cute. They are so cute too. They look like guys I'd have crushes on.

One of the guys is named "Spoon"-- so cute! He's Chinese. He's like my mom's dream come true.



Anyway, you know what? I'm IM'ing with Spoon now. He put his IM handle on his myspace page. And I added it to my Buddy list to see if he'd really show up and there he is! And we are actually writing each other. It's unreal. It's like I'm stepping into a new dimension. I can't believe how accessible people are now.


Here's part of our silly chat.


KRISTINA: hi spoon!
i'm kristina!

SPOON: hello

KRISTINA: oh my god!

SPOON: i'm spoon

KRISTINA: you're so cute
i just asked you to be my myspace friend

SPOON: well thx

KRISTINA: i don't have cable but now i want to get it


And more of our chat....


KRISTINA: So why is the world's biggest Mack a cheesey goth?

SPOON: nah

KRISTINA: i hold it up for you asian brother

SPOON: see i think that's what vh1 wants people to think
he's not cheesey


and even more...

SPOON: i look different now
i lost a bit of weight

KRISTINA: and your name is spoon!
adorable!

SPOON: been going to the gym 6 days a week
for a month now

KRISTINA: aw cute
you're my mom's dream come true
do you want to come to san francisco and meet my family?
they'll go nuts for you!

SPOON: lol sure



YAY! I found my Mom a husband! Woo woo! And his name is Spoon and he's Chinese and he came from Television!

YES!


It's a good day in America!

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