Giving this Twitter thing a shot...

http://twitter.com/pnaka

Wow, it's hard to believe, but it's Audrey Magazine's 6th anniversary. I've been writing for them since Issue #2, so I guess that's something like 35 articles.

Anyway, I thought I'd post the message from Anne Kim, our editor-in-chief:

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"Hey Audrey fans, Editor-in-Chief Anne here. We're putting the final touches on our next issue (more on this later), but I wanted to send a quick note to say We Won!! I'm very pleased to announce that Audrey Magazine won a New America Media Award for Best Photo Essay by talented photographer Arindam Mukherjee. Congratulations Arindam!

I'm also very excited to tell you a little bit about our next issue. April/May is our first ever Wedding Issue! It's full of gorgeous photos, makeup tips for those of you brave enough to tackle your own wedding makeup (I did!) and great tips from experts on how to have an unforgettable wedding, even during a recession.

In addition, it's our anniversary! Can you believe we're in our 6th year?! It feels just like yesterday when we decided to make our little idea a reality. Thank you for being there every step of the way. We couldn't have made it this far without your support. Help us celebrate by sharing your thoughts and memories about Audrey Magazine on our Facebook page.

I hope you're as excited about this issue as we are. And as always, let us know your thoughts. We'd love to hear from you. Email us at Editor@AudreyMagazine.com."

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Check out the latest online issue here: Audrey Magazine

I’ve been trying to blog more these days to keep myself used to writing. I’m now actively working a second script, so I need writing to be a daily habit, kind of in the same way that exercises works. You know, like making me feel empty on days I don’t do it.


Today, let’s talk about my shoulder, which got injured on my birthday back in October. My friends thought it would be funny to rip my shirt off, and in my drunkenness, I mistook their attempts to mean something much scarier and I started defending myself. Sometime during that blacked-out portion of the night I hurt myself, but I won’t even get into the part where the police arrived to investigate, especially the part where they ran away when they photos of a topless me. I woke up in the morning with what felt like a dislocated shoulder.


And, it still hasn’t recovered. I finally, despite my usual avoidance of anything medical, made an appointment with my doctor to get it checked out. One of my friends that had been at my birthday party woke up with a similar injury and hasn’t recovered either. In his case, he has to get a cortisone shot in his shoulder, though I can’t recall the reason. I’m wondering if I have to do this:

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3OlFgr4SKA

I’m a horrible pet owner, or rather I was when I had pets. Countless fish have died in my care. Parakeets have flown the coop to escape me. I’ve had Dalmatians and beagles hop the fence to find freedom. Given all that, it’s always amusing when people say that I should get a dog. I don’t think they realize I’m as good a pet owner as someone in a coma.


But I admit that if I were to have a pet, I was always interested in a monkey or a chimp. They’re more of a sidekick really. For Halloween, we could dress up as Batman and Robin, or any other famous duos like Sonny & Cher, Laurel & Hardy, or Frodo & Sam. I had it all dreamt up.


That is, until I read this:


Why the Stamford Chimp attacked.


About this berserker:





As of today, I am completely divorced from my ideas of a monkey companion. I mean, seriously, forget having my hands torn off and my face ripped apart, right? And to think, I was going to get a bunk bed for Grodd (that was my intended name).

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgPvif2hSWs

Lately, I’ve been on this really weird food kick, and by that I literally mean eating weird food. Just two weeks ago, I was eating bugs. Last night I was eating hearts and gizzards at a yakitori place. This week, I’m eager to eat rattlesnake sausages at Wurstküche Restaurant and yak curry at Tara’s.


I don’t really have a reason for it. It may have started when I was travelling with Ed, and we nearly puked eating kangaroo pizza. Gross as it was, it was entertaining. The thing is, “gross” foods aren’t guaranteed to taste bad. On the contrary, it usually rocks my world. The bone marrow soup in Singapore was a good example or the fermented duck eggs in Hong Kong or the horse sashimi in Japan. Now, it’s like I’m not satisfied with the mundane.


Take, for example, the dinner I cooked last week. Rather than making a regular steak dinner, I went with bison meat. What the fuck, right? Who the hell eats bisons? Well, besides cougars and wolves. But you know what, it actually turned out alright:





If you guys have any suggestions for bizarre meals that I just will have to track down and try, let me know. I’m ready and willing.