Genius Child

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This is a song for the genius child.

Sing it softly, for the song is wild.
Sing it softly as ever you can -
Lest the song get out of hand.

Nobody loves a genius child.

Can you love an eagle,
Tame or wild?
Can you love an eagle,
Wild or tame?
Can you love a monster
Of frightening name?

Nobody loves a genius child.

Kill him - and let his soul run wild.

(Langston Hughes)

Looking forward to the Basquiat documentary: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXjR-y0WH-I

everybody knows it hurts to grow up
the years go by and we're still fighting it
you're so much like me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqPwR39VMh0

I just finished filming part of my small role as one of Seeta's friends in Love, Lies, and Seeta.
It was my first time working with an indian production... the food, costumes- everything was really nice and different than what I'm used too.


























I also got footage back from the US Army Industrial recently. Click to enlarge.

"it's not what you go through in life, it's how you deal with it"

"live ur life
be happy
whatever other ppl think
it's their own issues
u cant control it
so lets not be upset over the bad things they say"
-the always wise kitty mok

When I was small and wore glasses all the time I used to wish I was pretty and didn't need them, people would like to look at me. It didn't matter that I was hardly in first grade or if I was really so ugly in my huge glasses, I just knew there had to be something more beautiful underneath. Because once or twice, when I was alone and my brother and sister weren't around, I'd squintily studied my face in the bathroom mirror for an inordinately long time, perhaps a little self indulgently, almost crying that people couldn't see the real me behind my glasses. That underneath I was alright. For some reason I kept thinking there was something wrong with me for wearing these shields over my eyes.

"This is possibly my favorite doorway in New York. I don't particularly like the way the number is done or the color, but it has a way of being modern without being obstrusive."
-Old man walking chihuaha's with wife outside my apartment this morning.

Little kids shoot marbles
Where the branches break the sun
Into graceful shafts of light...
I just want to be pure
-page 140 the basketball diaries

I was just trying to do my work just now, and this rascal decided to come out from sleeping behind my computer. I love her.














Also, I'm subletting my apartment for the summer: http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/sub/1803469499.html

New site: andrea-chen.com

I was reading an article just now about a model who may have committed suicide today.. I guess partly because he's my age and I can identify with the frustration in the last quote, I just thought this was really tragic.
"Twenty-two-year old French model Tom Nicon was found dead in Milan this morning... Nicon reportedly fell from his apartment window...
Nicon's tragic passing is just the latest in a string of top model deaths over the past couple of years. An anonymous model said,
'People think we are young and beautiful and rich and happy. But we're not. We go to castings and the directors take one look at us and then we're dismissed. You spend your whole life wondering what's wrong with you. Why didn't I get that job? You're competing with your friends, you're away from your family. The pressure is huge. It's not the fairytale life people would expect.' " So sad.