Capture an emotion:

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My brother was turned down his airplane ticket after the person helping us behind the counter found out his passport had expired. My mom had managed to overlook that small detail, which proved unforgiving in the eyes of the airport attendant. My brother was more devastated than upset; I was shocked. His passport was the last one to be scanned and I already had my body pointed towards the escalator. Then it hit me that he really wasn’t going to make it on this trip with us. He decided he still wanted us to go, but my Dad told him it was all of us or none of us. We’d just go on a roadtrip up north somewhere instead. Jordan said that was a silly idea. He would spend the two weeks at home with our Lola and would find ways to occupy himself.

So he took a cab home. We stayed. These photos resulted minutes after the news. My mom was in another world. She took all the guilt upon herself for not looking at all our passports. My dad didn’t know what to do. He had an emotion I’d never found visible on his face ever. My camera was invisible. It confronted them directly, all their emotions laid bare for my lens to grasp.

I didn’t ask my parents to pose. I snapped and sunk down in my seat. Emotion. When a situation stings, you feel numb. You don’t want to react, but in doing so, you do.

—B

Shuffled Memories: Alicia Keys - Diary

Shuffled Memories: Put your music library on shuffle. Start playing a random song. Depending on what hour of the day it is, click next. Example : it’s 7 o’clock. press play and then hit next 7 times. Now share a memory associated with that song or something you think about every time you hear it.

Alicia Keys - Diary

ever since i heard this song, the lyric ”just think of me as pages in your diary”has stuck with me. it was exactly how i feel about people, but unlike the song i do not have one diary, i have multiple diaries. everyone in my life is a record of me. no one knows the full story, but people know parts of it. some entries with him, some with her, some with complete strangers. sometimes its easier that way. maybe the thought of having all your eggs in one basket it too daunting.

thanks for being part of my diary, B.

— A


From B to A

I like small things. Miniature versions of something life-size. I’m cleaning my room right now from the bushels of things I picked up yesterday from my Westwood apartment. I found a miniature perfume bottle and washed it off because it had some dust on it. After I patted it dry, I realized I like how petite it was. It fit in the palm of my hand. I like how compact it is, like if I wanted to just rush out of the apartment and put it in my pocket, I could. It’s a smaller version of something large. I like that.

B

3. Take a picture of a stranger I took this photo in Chinatown at a small outside fleamarket I’ve been going to ever since I was 10. It’s usually pretty packed, but this specific afternoon was a breeze to walk around. A perfect day with tons of families out and about. A lot of tourists too. I saw this baby’s cheeks and reached out to grab her hand. I don’t know why I always get that instinct to just touch strangers’ babies, but it happens. And thankfully, I haven’t gotten smacked or reprimanded for it yet. Ha. Anyway, she obligingly agreed to have me take her photo. Her mom didn’t seem amused and kept going through the stack of T-shirts in front of her. I think it was 5 for $10, so I understand why she was preoccupied with getting a good clothing deal instead. I’m bummed I forgot this baby girl’s name. It was something pretty…Like Victoria? Vanessa? B

3. Take a picture of a stranger

I took this photo in Chinatown at a small outside fleamarket I’ve been going to ever since I was 10. It’s usually pretty packed, but this specific afternoon was a breeze to walk around. A perfect day with tons of families out and about. A lot of tourists too. I saw this baby’s cheeks and reached out to grab her hand. I don’t know why I always get that instinct to just touch strangers’ babies, but it happens. And thankfully, I haven’t gotten smacked or reprimanded for it yet. Ha.

Anyway, she obligingly agreed to have me take her photo. Her mom didn’t seem amused and kept going through the stack of T-shirts in front of her. I think it was 5 for $10, so I understand why she was preoccupied with getting a good clothing deal instead.

I’m bummed I forgot this baby girl’s name. It was something pretty…Like Victoria? Vanessa?

B

Intro

check one two, one two DJ all.is.on. is on the one’s and two’s, son!

in the summer of 08’ all.is.on & boppo met and big thangs had to go down, we felt it in our bones. since the beginning. something had to happen, it was bound to happen and here it is.

so this is how it goes down. in a B & N on the streets of LA we came across a book by Miranda July and Harrell Fletcher. it proved to be money. we were in the right place at the right time. maybe its fate, maybe its not. but now it’s going down and this is why we hot.


what it comes down to is that we got mad love for each other and much respect for one another as creative individuals. here’s to showcasing the imagination that lives within us rooted in the memories that comprise our lives. in the spirit of July and Fletcher, here’s to “learning to love you more.”

from A to B.

— all.is.on.

Introduction.

My name is Boppo. I have a friend named Allison, also known in L.A. as Santosa. We’re friends. We like asking each other questions. Sometimes we chat on the phone; sometimes we text. But my thumbs started hurting and so did hers. Text messages never captured what we wanted to say. We swiveled our seats for a new form of dialogue exchange. Typing is easier for the both of us. Phone conversations are fun, but we have a penchant for documentation.

Here’s our playground of conversations with one another. In the spirit of Miranda July’s Learning to Love You More, we thought it’d be spicy to assign tasks to each other. I like post-it notes, so this blog is like an infinite one for the both of us.

In the process, hopefully we’ll learn more about each other as friends.

Signing out.

From B to A.

-Boppo

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