Fuzzy Duck

Oh Pup

Sometimes

dogs understand better than humans

URGE

Urge and urge and urge,

Always the procreant urge of the world.

-from Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman

Two Souls Shootin' the Breeze

The Tempest, 1914

oil on canvas

Oscar Kokoschka

a self-portrait expressing his unrequited love for Alma Mahler (widow of composer Gustav Mahler), 1913

Earth to Val...

I got yo keez, gurrl.

Summer Shots

Some videos I shot throughout the summer -

Capoeira at the Brooklyn Hip Hop Festival from yong shin on Vimeo.

Gotta learn to tango at some point in my life!

Tango at Central Park from yong shin on Vimeo.

Volunteered at La Finca La Flor in La Flor in Cartago, Costa Rica -

I got to meet the nicest and humblest American family ever,

the Hunters from Cleveland, OH,

amongst other wonderful people.

A mini Attenborough-inspired clip with Aislinn.

Costa Rican Leaf Cutters Narrated by Attenborough's half brother & adorable Ms. Aislinn Hunter from yong shin on Vimeo.

As well as being one of the happiest countries in the World,

Costa Rica's one of the greenest and wildest

These Ferns are Shy from yong shin on Vimeo.

On the way back, the plane flew by surreal lightning storms...

Riding Lightning Storms from yong shin on Vimeo.

My humblest tool, and the one who knows my crotch better than anyone,

mon vélo, Maria, taking me down the Williamsburg bridge.

Biking Down the Williamsburg Bridge from yong shin on Vimeo.

Booties shakin' at a block party in Harlem.

Harlem Street Dance from yong shin on Vimeo.

This summer's been too good to me...

And there's plenty more goodness to come...

La Fille Sur Le Pont

I want to be murderously affectionate to you

Taliban Cribs

Not quite -

but a glimpse into a "typical" day

in the Taliban Clan.

(via Adbusters)

Greens, greens, greens

Gon' be workin' for theez folkz

at the Brooklyn Grange Farm

Brooklyn Grange MC Todd Promo from Falco Productions on Vimeo.

The Golden Ticket

Hugh, the unsung hero

and boy, has he the wits...

"Hey, fat lady..."

Spontaneously written on the short subway ride from Lorimer to 1st Avenue,

inspired by the folds I recall...

Fat Lady

by Yong Shin

Hey, fat lady, wake up and arise!

What do you see through your heavyset eyes?

Do you feel friction in between your thighs?

Underneath your clothes; extra large size -

Merely for covering up? Perhaps, a disguise?

With your fat head, you come off as so wise,

So fat lady, give your wisdom and advise,

Are you ready to sensualize?

Care-whack

After briefly being on the road,

I decided to give Kerouac's book another read.

I curiously wanted to hear what he sounded like and stumbled across

a beautiful reading on The Steve Allen Show -

(via THE DAY AFTER YOU DIE)

a moment at the MOMA

Security: Excuse me, ma'am. You can't drink that in here. (indicating water bottle)

Woman: Sorry, I was choking. (nonchalantly walking away, sipping water)

Duck, Duck, Yum

A poetic approach on a cooking demo/recipe

Cooking Dinner Vol. I from William Hereford on Vimeo.

(via NY Grub Street)