Saturday, May 31, 2008

Preschool, hookers and beer

Below is an excerpt from my friend's blog who is currently working abroad in China as an architect. His name is Vic. I always love his stories.

I’ve been taking Chinese language class for about 5 months now and we recently finished up the first series of beginning Chinese class. The first few months, my learning curve shot up and my ability to speak “survival Chinese” was a pleasant surprise. I was so proud of myself that I could get into a cab and get to where I wanted to go or order food and end up with something relatively close to what I ordered.

Well, since class just ended we also had our Final Exam. The Final was broken into three parts. Part one was an easy enough and was a “complete the sentence by filling in the blank” section. The second part was comprised of two essays that I pretty much hacked through but was seemingly acceptable to our teacher. Then there was part three, the dialogue with the teacher. First, I must give props to Neko, our language teacher. Not only has she been patient and very tolerant with me and the other goof balls in class (all we do is ask her how to say cuss words and make fun of all the situations we’ve experienced in China), she has made our class quite enjoyable.

After Neko and I go through part three of the Final Exam and after five months of blood sweat and a half ass effort on my part, Neko’s response to me was (as she rolled her eyes and shook her head in disgust)…”Victor you speak like a preschooler that can order hookers and beer…”

That said, on to Beginning Chinese: Part II. Hopefully I can do as well as I did in Part I.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008


Here's another piece from the show.

Monday, May 19, 2008

"One to Grow On" show

Hey all. I'm in a group show tomorrow night, May 20th, @ Galery 1988. Please come by if you get the chance. I will have new pieces about the innocence of childhood. Hope to see you there.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


This week's victim, I mean volunteer, was Carlos. He had an intense stare in his eyes because he was playing 'Grand Theft Auto' the whole time. I found myself very distracted and wanted to play as well.