I've always been a hat person, but it wasn't until recently that I had the opportunity to steal my friend Jeremy's baseball cap to wear around town. In the proccess of looking into hot caps for my hiiz-ead, I rediscovered the baseball caps designed by tattoo artist Ed Hardy.
I'm the type that is usually a little behind the times in trends. I
remember hearing about Ed Hardy about a year ago when I was applying to
work at small fashion boutique. Now that everyone knows about him and
he's exploded in all the hot shops, all the coolest Ed Hardy lids are
sold out. I'm totally digging the Japanese Tattoo hats like the Koi and the Tiger. Maybe I'll snab one when I manage to fix up my account money after denting it deeply following the iPhone business.
When googling 'iPhone Tiffany Chow' to see if any of the various interviews or photos that were taken showed up, I discovered that I was misquoted by Advertising Age. I told the guy who interviewed me that the line was much less worse than the Wii or PS3 lines. Now it has my name and Destructoid up there and it's incorrect. I sent the writer a corrective e-mail...hopefully he'll make the change.
.tiff here. Fully rested and attempting to recapture what exactly happened in the past 36 hours I was awake. The 13 hours of non-stop sleep helped the brain cells recharge, but I have to admit everything is still a little blurry.
I arrived at 58th street by way of Taxi at 2 AM to switch places with Chico's housemate James in line. My energy was pretty high at that point. I fancied jumping around and running back and forth to check out the scene. Although it never rained for more than 2 minutes total, sleeping line-waiters covered their chairs with umbrella shields. A few had brought tents, and others just opted for the concrete sidewalk as their beds. Sleep was basically not an option at that point, so I entertained myself with star coin collecting in New Super Mario Bros.
As soon as it started to get light, things get fuzzy. Around 6am, media from CNN, Fox News, ABC, and others started to hunt down line waiters who looked like they had a story to tell. A reporter from ABC asked questions to some line sitters like "Why do you smell the way you do?", and one Fox News reporter quickly went down the line person by person asking questions like "But why are you waiting so long?" or "You aren't really crazy, are you?". It became really irritating after a while, so I hooded up and put on my shades to avoid the press.
Chico and I got our 2 iPhones, and quickly headed out to Central Park, to catch our breaths. We got a second wind after being released from the crowd of chaos, but then quickly passed out when we got home. What an experience. And I havn't even got to play with an iPhone yet! One is going to my Dad and the other is going to Chico and James to sell (which they have succeeded in doing). Time to go to the park and enjoy the outside before the humidity comes back to New York!
June 29, 2007
Audio: Share the song that will get you dancing...every time!
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Yesterday while in search for air conditioned space, Chico and I bounced over to Dave & Busters for one last round before I leave. In addition to winning a pillow from the giant crane machine and experiencing the worst variety of 'Virtual Reality' that I can recall in a long time, I spotted a grandma and grand-daughter playing House of the Dead 4.
Have to run out to go to a free Blue grass concert at Prospect Park, but wanted to let ch'all know that I will be attending the Wiimbeldon tournament tomorrow at Barcade with my friends Phist, Pidge, and Hushgush (squee!) to represent the Destructoid Army and probably fail major at playing Wii tennis (as I havn't played the game for at least 4 months now). But! I will be there in a little tennis outfit, ready to play. Ready for W1N if it comes my way (we'll see!).
If you're in the area, are a wii lover, or just want to watch a whole bunch of geeky hipsters get all competitive in their various retro tennis outfits, then come!
In light of the sequential nature of my final art project, my friend Pidge gave me an epic-sized graphic narrative work by an artist named Zak Smith. The title, *ahem* Pictures Showing What Happens on Each Page of Thomas Pynchon's Novel Gravity's Rainbow (phew!), well enough explains the project. The 760 illustrate pages of the book are rendered in parallel to each of the 760 pages of Thomas Pynchon's novel Gravity's Rainbow, a fascinating project on its own account.
I briefly fingered through the first 40 out of 760 pages of illustrations, all strange and wonderful and at times so effortlessly fluctuating between the familiar and the abstract. I had to, unfortunately, restrain myself. I have not yet read Gravity's Rainbow, and I sensed that it was important that I should read it before I became to attached to the images in the book. Before I put Smith's work to rest, I showed the first 40 illustrations to Chico. He marveled at them, and immediately thought of incorporating them into some sort of piece he could hang in his house. He determined he would buy a copy of Smith's work himself, and this afternoon we headed to Barnes and Noble to each pick up a copy of Thomas Pynchon's work.
So now we are on a mission. We're reading Gravity's Rainbow and then exploring Zach Smith's illustrations. I think it'll change the pace of things around here. More page flipping, less button pushing, or something to that extent. But I'm looking forward to it. Reading Adventures! Horray!
Enjoy heart-racing, cheese-sauce action left and right! This game's goal may seem easy at first, but once you race to get a high score while uncovering the key to the bonus level (and then the Super Super Bonus level!) you get sucked in. The simple gameplay is beatifully complimented by a bit-tastic soundtrack by Chiptune guru Mark DeNardo and rg's superb pixel art in motion, oh, and of course Mile's mad sauce boss programming skills ^_^. So play it. Twice. Now!!!
What other names did your parents consider for you?
When my parents were deciding on a name for me, my mom's favorite choice was Vanessa while my dad wanted to name me Mercedes after the car he owned at the time. Neither of them approved of the other's favorite, although I think Vanessa may have worked in some parallel .tiff existence. I don't know where Tiffany came inbetween those two, but I believe I was named after a figure skater.
Personally, I don't really like the name Tiffany. It's alright, I suppose, but it makes me think of some lame-o teeny-bopper 80's chick. I think that's partially why I like to be called 'Tiff' (or .tiff) instead.
