Folsom St. Fair 2009

Copyright Shilo McCabe 2009
Copyright Shilo McCabe 2009
Copyright Shilo McCabe 2009
Copyright Shilo McCabe 2009
Copyright Shilo McCabe 2009

This was the first year in a long time that I've gone and photographed the fair just for myself.  For 2 years I photographed the women's area and also staffed my own art booth during the inaugural year of the Artist's Area.  Speaking of the Artist's Area, this year's was lackluster.  The space only appeared partially full and the only enticement to head down that artery was to look for a hiding spot for a quickie.  It was actually the one and only place that I saw someone getting some on with someone - as opposed to the self-play that was on display everywhere.  This year's more rigid policy on lewd behavior created a noticeable lack of cocksucking public sex - at least from what I saw.

The Folsom St. Fair is all about seeing and being seen, exhibitionism and voyeurism.  People dressed up and posing for would-be paparazzi.  Celebrities for a day. There is such a wide variety of people putting themselves on display.  I even saw some "sweet old lady" who looked like my kindergarten teacher done up in a bustier leading a tall middle-aged man in PVC on a leash.  She carried a handbag, had a cloche style hat and cute little reading glasses.  And I couldn't help but think "well good for you!"  It's always good to see elder people out and about having a good time. I also saw one young woman on the BART heading toward the fair who was done up in stockings, garters and a bustier, topped off with a tiara. She looked terrified and self-conscious.  I wanted to wrap a coat around her and give her a hug.  But then again, good for her, too!  Maybe she's battling the demons of anxiety, and if so, then she was winning.  She stepped off the BART and walked directly toward the freakfest. I didn't see her again, but I hope she had a wonderful time.

TRANSMISSION and HAYATA

Man! I woke up at ten o'clock this morning. I don't think I've woken up that late since I was like 25. I used to be a late sleeper when I was a rock musician. You have to be when you get back at 4 AM from a gig. But these days even on the rare occasions I actually do get back from a gig at 4 AM I still wake up by seven. This is one of the many reasons I can't do those kinds of gigs anymore. I guess I must be really jet-lagged from all that travel!

Anyway, this girl named Sarah was minding my apartment while I was away (after the magnificent Teresa Hurray got done with her turn there, during which she completely overhauled the place and made it much more livable). Sarah's a big Beatle geek. And I have two copies of the Beatles Anthology book. One was given to me by the folks at Chronicle Books when I was working on the book about Eiji Tsuburaya I did for them. So I decided to give one of those copies to Sarah.

But inside the book were two very interesting photos that I've posted here today and that I wanted to write about. The first one is there on top. It shows, from left to right, Peter Rocca, Nishijima Roshi, me and Taijun Saito. It is the only photo I have taken on the day of my Dharma Transmission ceremony.

Peter also received the Dharma that day. In the first draft of Hardcore Zen I mentioned this. But my editor thought that if I included Peter he would become a character in the book and would draw the reader into another story that wasn't really the one we were trying to tell. So Peter ended up on the cutting room floor and I've always felt bad about that. But here now is the evidence! Sorry Peter!

Taijun was Nishijima Roshi's jisha (assistant) at the time. She had coached me on how to wear my kesa (Buddhist robe) for hours and hours and yet it still kept falling off. Here she is adjusting it for the umpteenth time that evening. Before she fell in with Nishijima Roshi, Taijun had trained in a temple where they take these kinds of things very seriously. The photo was taken by Yuka, who always liked taking photos of me when I was looking especially stupid.

The other photo must have been taken around the same time. It shows me with actor Susumu Kurobe. Kurobe played Hayata, the guy who transforms into Ultraman in the original 1966 TV series. In order to transform into the towering 120 foot tall superhero, Hayata always raised a thing called the Beta Capsule into the air. There'd be a blinding flash of light and Ultraman would appear.

In one famous episode, Hayata accidentally raised a spoon into the air (he'd been having lunch when disaster struck in the form of a marauding monster). This episode actually caused a huge stir at the network. Apparently they couldn't abide by the idea of the hero of the show making a mistake. But Tsuburaya Productions rallied around director Akio Jissoji and insisted the scene stay in the show.

ANYWAY I was out to dinner with Kurobe-san and prevailed upon him to recreate that scene with me in front of the restaurant. Cool, huh?

The reason I was having dinner with Kurobe-san that night was somehow related to a legal case we were pursuing in Southeast Asia at the time. A film producer in one of those countries had appeared on our doorstep sometime in the mid-1990's with what he claimed was a "contract" entitling him to all overseas sales rights to Ultraman.

The document itself (we never called it a contract at the office) was highly dubious. It got the names of the shows wrong, it contained no mention of any sort of remuneration, parts of the document seemed to have been typed in at different times like someone had fed it thru a typewriter after it had been initially created trying to add new lines in but make them look like they'd been there from the beginning. Furthermore, the "contract" was supposed to have been signed in 1974, yet the man who possessed it had taken 21 years to claim the rights it had allegedly given him.

In short, he had a very weak case. But he somehow convinced the president of our company to sign a letter of apology for having violated these rights. He was making a big pest of himself and implied that he would go away happily if only we just apologized in a friendly and gentlemanly fashion.

Amazingly, the president of our company gave him the letter of apology he demanded. From then on the Southeast Asian movie producer used this letter of apology as evidence that the dubious "contract" was, in fact, legitimate. He was able to drag the case through the courts for ages.

The moral of the story is, if someone has a very weak -- or, as in this case, pretty much non-existent -- case against you, never apologize for something you didn't do, especially on paper. It will haunt you forever. They're still fighting this in the courts, though thankfully I no longer have to work on it.

It was such a slimy thing to do, demanding the letter of apology when he knew full well he had no case at all without it. I'm still amazed that it worked. Only someone truly naive would sign such a thing. But, my God, what kind of lousy, amoral sleezebag asks for a letter of apology when he knows full well he only intends to use that against the person he gets the apology from? It's truly sad. (Oh sorry, commenters! I know I'm only supposed to give beautiful Buddha blessings to everyone in the world... Feh!)

I've written up this story about three dozen times on behalf of the company when I worked for them and it always made me mad. Now it just seems sad. At least I know that if I'm ever asked for a letter of apology over something I didn't do I ain't signing it! And let that be a word of advise to all of you. Don't say you never learned nothin' from this blog!

I'm sorry. You guys wanted some "dharma" didn't you? OK. I was gonna write a piece about jukai, the precepts ceremony. I performed a jukai ceremony last week and one the week before that. I don't do them very often. Lots of Buddhist teachers do them constantly. I was gonna try and write out my own personal philosophy about jukai and why I so rarely do it. But I'll save that for next time when I'm not all jet-lagged and full of nostalgia. OK?

See ya soon!
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Another Big Booty On The Train

I wonder if there are asses like this in Mykonos. Hmm, I've definitely got to hit Greece up this winter. Thankfully there's a gay hotel there.

http://elysiumhotel.com/

Who am I fooling? I can't go to bed without documenting the half hour massage session a repeat client booked with me. He's a cyclist who used my services several months back: thick dick, loads of precum and a muscle ass he loves to have fingered. Just like last time, I enjoyed working on him. It's obvious that he's pretty diehard about his biking. It's also obvious that he takes a lot of tumbles because he's scratched-up in certain areas. That only added to his hotness.

Towards the last part of the session, we had worked each other into such a frenzy that I was on the verge of cumming. So I pulled his hand off my shaft. It's a rare moment that I allow a client to make me cum first, if at all. I knew from last time he didn't want to suck or be sucked. It didn't matter though. The session was hot enough without anything more. I was brought back to my masturbatory roots, as it were. Jerking off as a means to its own end. Well, that and a finger expertly massaging the prostate. When he came, it was a beautifully thick eruption. He wasn't even touching it. Yep. I finger-banged the nutt out of him.
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The American Book Review...

...reviews Live Nude Girl. See? More specifically, Jocelyn Bartkevicius does. The whole review is thought-provoking, but the part that seems the most provocative is when the reviewer quotes Virginia Woolf's "A Sketch of the Past":

Here I come to one of the memoir writer's greatest difficulties--one of the reasons why, though I read so many, so many are failures. They leave out the person to whom things happened. The reason is that it is so difficult to describe any human being. So they say: 'This is what happened'; but they do not say what the person was like to whom it happened. And the events mean very little unless we know first to whom they happened.

I'm a fan of Woolf, and I'm grateful to Bartkevicius for taking the time to consider my book so carefully, but I can't help but disagree a bit with Woolf's assertion. Maybe when Woolf was writing this in 1939 it was more accurate, but now that memoir in particular and creative nonfiction in general have had 70 more years to establish themselves and to go through so many transformations and iterations, it seems unnecessarily restrictive to hold a whole genre to a single task. To say that memoir is and should do only one thing (and that it can be dismissed if it does not) disregards all the things memoir can be and do. But as someone who favors writing that does more than one thing at once--memoir mixed with cultural history, poetry mixed with prose, novels mixed with verse, and so on--it's interesting to think about the opinions of those who suggest that genres should stay within certain boundaries and attempt only certain pre-established goals.

Random photos - a lot of Wongsie being disgraceful

WJust realised I got a collection of photos!! No theme, just pics.



Here's a shaggy-looking Pumpkin getting her head stuck in an Ikea plastic bag while watching me pack clothes in the new house!



Looking ridiculously cute as she struggles to get out. I'm not helping her, she has to learn to be independent!



Little menace got out and started to mess up my piles of neatly folded apparel.



Dinner with Lewis and Eekean at Newton before we go watch H is for Hantu. Shengrong was late!

And check out Lewis's mad-huge SLR!



Om nom nom.....

Wongsie loves freaking parsley ok! The evidence on her plate as she chows Lewis's orh lua's parsley!! Gross to the max.



My cousin's daughter Chloe sitting in an Ikea swing. Gorgeous colours!





Dinner with Mike



At our favourite restaurant



My crabmeat linguine... Would kill for a plate now!



Mike's seafood pasta... Not as fab as mine!



New wallet!! So chio!!



Here's Nanolove, the fattest, laziest hammie puff ever! This is her default position. Lying on her back and snoozing!

I took this shot because she was actually EATING in her sleep. That's right! She regurgitated a seed from her cheek pouch, and was chewing on it!

All while being plopped on her back and eyes closed!

Greediest hammie EVER.



At my friend's pool. Fallen flowers look so gorgeous!





I love tanning!



Check it out! Fucking hilarious! My friend's mom found these saucy pics in their maid's drawer and fired her.

Apparently she keeps going missing during the night and THIS is what she has been up to - some pole-dancing competition or something!!

Complete with total sleazebag taking a video of her somemore.

Hmmm... The video must be SOMEWHERE!


I shall search youtube for "Gremlin-looking woman dancing sluttily in leopard prints." **


Alas. No such result.


(I will NOT succumb to making low-brow Ris Low jokes!)



Sexay!

Supper with Rozz at 126. We planned for pigging out dim sum, then on to DURIANS! I was so happy that day.



Sharing the century porridge...



Love in a bowl



Rozz's fav: Tender beef strips with a touch of lime.
MmmMmmm



Deep-fried yam puffs!!



Crispy on the outside, wet, soft and gooey on the inside.

The yam mixed with hot char siew is fab.



Here's Rozz blowing away at the food coz she says smoke makes her photos ugly.



My absolute favourite there: Garlic steamed prawns!
So simple yet SOOOO yums.



Chee cheong fun!


And onwards to durians:






There's Rozz snapping a pic of the young durian seller with his goods. -_-



He loves it!



How can anyone not love this? Creamy, sweet, melts in your mouth... I don't see how the smell is pungent either!!

The closest thing to durians I can think of is Creme Brulee - which everyone loves!!

Anyway I have a new pact with Mike. He can never again cook parsley at home, and I can never again bring durians home.

Very sad right? But worth it for no parsley smells at home again, ever!



Happy!



Another pic at the pool - found this cute little dinosaur toy!!

I gave it to a cute little girl at the pool but I'm a bit sad coz I really like the dino!! :(



Safra Mount Faber and a bit of SR's ass.



Me!



Centipede we saw...

Afterwards, dinner with the rest of them...



Only took one picture: Here's eekean glaring at something Lewis said while he nonchalantly continues eating.



Dinner with Alyssa (who wants to remain anonymous. Bleah.) and BFF.



What's with friends wearing fedoras nowadays?


Had dinner with Eekean again and the restaurant was closing, so they gave us two bowls of peanut cream dessert...

Eekean pointed to the bowl of spring onions I took out from the fish dish, and told us to dare her to put the peanut paste into the bowl and eat it!


So I said, "Ok lor, I'd give you 1 dollar if you eat that."


And she said "On!"




Gross can? It may not be very gross to most people but I HATE spring onions. So...



Can tell she's loving it.



Urgh!! Eating with gusto!


Finished.


And the end result, she gets..........




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Change! Not even a dollar coin lor!! WTF.

She happily took the money.



Here's my nails, sponsored by Celab Nails!

Gorgeous, right?



Happy! My nails before the manicure was atrocious.

More of Eekean's disgracefulness, as promised:





Never will I ever eat squid ink pasta again.



One more pic from the LG advert...



At the live TV and web interview for Blog TV!

The topic for that day was Plastic Surgery and they invited Dr. Martin Huang and Rozz and me!!

It was like a Girls Out Loud reunion!!

Hosts were Flying Dutchman (anyone knows his real name at all??!) and Phin.

It was pretty fun. Dr Huang is so funny!

They gave him a picture of the Flying Dutchman and asked him to circle where he should get plastic surgery.

You'd think that most people would be polite and circle one or two areas, but the whole picture was full of red circles!

Damn funny lah!

The hosts totally took it in stride though.

Anyway I was informed that BlogTV has gone on for 4 seasons and this is the first time I've agreed to do an interview with them despite being asked several times before.

I didn't even realise lor!

The last time they asked was quite some time ago, and the reason why I rejected them was coz I was STILL pissed with fucking Lin Xue Ling!!

Hahahaha!

I don't forgive and forget easily. Took me 3 years!

Lin Xue Ling, huh? Where are you now, bitch?


(Ok fine her LinkedIn profile says she is still working for Mediacorp as a presenter/producer. Still!)




With Rozzie who's donning on a damn chio Adidas jacket.



:D


That's all for now!

I'm preparing my Nomination speech post so be patient! Will take photos tonight, probably published by tomorrow.

(Yes I said tonight and it's 3.15am. Terrible.)


Meanwhile remember to vote!!



Thank you! Totally appreciate it! :D

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