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Intern Jasmine’s Links Of The Daysian

June 30th, 2012 | 0 comments | Posted by jasmine

When a beatboxer in a Japan and a freestyle dancer in the US meet (where else?) online, it makes for vival video magic. [boing boing]

“What I like about women is always strength, but Chinese women are even stronger. It’s like strong women on steroids.” Diane von Furstenberg talked to the Wall Street Journal about bringing her goods to the Chinese luxury market, and what might be “the China century.” [WSJ]

Seems like everybody is excited about getting some of that Chinese luxury dollar, as U.S. real estate developers are building properties with the Chinese buyer in mind. [WSJ]

While many victims of last year’s accident at the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear plant in Japan are still seeking compensation for their injuries, they’re not turning to the courts for assistance. [Washington Post]

Some folks in Iran are developing a video game called “The Stressful Life of Salman Rushdie and Implementation of his Verdict,” which would show what life is like threat of a death fatwa. [Wonkette]

We’re saving our pennies and counting down the days until the clothes that artist Yayoi Kusama created for her collaboration for Louis Vuitton are available. [Fashion Copious]

New York State Assemblywoman (and Queens native – holla!) Grace Meng could be New York State’s first Asian-American congresswoman. [NYT]

Apparently in China there is not one but FOUR restaurants staffed entirely by robots. One question: how much do you tip? [Eater National]

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ROCK OF ASIAN: Best Coast

November 10th, 2010 | 3 comments | Posted by Diana


I have overplayed Best Coast’s debut full-length from Mexican Summer, “Crazy For You,” to the point of nausea, since August of this year. I blast it in the car, listen to it in the bedroom, sing what words I can remember during my morning shower, let it seep through the speakers when I’m blogging about other bands. You might think I’m obsessed, but I would argue that it’s not about me. Something in the girly, silly, lazy, bratty, surfy, stony, gritty indie tuneage adheres to the brain and you kinda can’t shake it. It’s hard to imagine that anybody could.

In short, Best Coast is crack. And my stereo is the pipe.

There’s something about “Crazy For You” that takes me to a different place, outside of the eastside LA hood that I happen share with the band, a place somewhere in my memory: It’s the late nineties, I’m wearing a Cub tee and bright red lipstick, leaning against a beat-up mid-century office chair (the fruit of a good dumpster dive) on the floor of an artfully dingy Bay area dining room, inhaling the pervasive house aroma (a mix of Nag Champa, wheatgrass, clove cigarettes, dusty vinyl, rum and crappy Canadian weed) of my host’s charmingly shitty abode. The house is filled with friends that only seem to wear various shades of hemp. We’re ranking all the bands on Lookout! Records. I’m listing rockass chick bass players I wish I could be. We all just bought a bunch of used first-edition CDs at Amoeba. I don’t own a cell phone. Nothing in this moment is ironic. Nobody has ever used the word “hipster” to describe someone or something occurring after 1970.

It’s a fantastic escape. I feel light, like I did then–when a drive to SF, lap around Haight-Ashbury and $5 rock show was all a person needed to feel alive.  But always, the album ends and I realize that I’m looking at my laptop, writing about famous assholes and dirty Continue reading ROCK OF ASIAN: Best Coast

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