Cancer sucks

All but one of my grandparents were taken from me in the coarse of one year when I was in elementary school. The one grandparent that wasn't taken that year had already been stolen by the same thief: Cancer. My very first friend was taken too, he wasn't even in first grade. If cancer were a person we'd have serious beef. But since it is an amorphous evil I am left with a huge amount of anger and no real place to put it. But wait! NO, that can't be legal. Or is it? Streaking for cancer? You can't be serious!

Friday is Cal Poly's fourth annual Streak Hathaway event (Hathaway is a raucous party street near campus). An event marked by drunken debauchery and voyeurism but also somehow decidedly philanthropic. You see, Streak Hathaway is a fundraiser for cancer. The leaders of this event sell t-shirts and this year for the first time they will be selling pasties. All profits from the sales of the t-shirts and pasties go to breast cancer research. In the past over $2400 dollars has been raised for breast cancer research. I think this is a noble and fantastic way to come together as a community and fight cancer and even have some fun doing it! This year for the first time ever, I will be streaking, and I couldn't think of a better way to scratch "Go Streaking" off my bucket list.

Here is a video from the inaugural event. Obviously it didn't start out as organized as it is now.


And who could go streaking without remembering "Frank the Tank"

Artist of the day: Terry Richardson

His work is raw, fleshy, bright and uncensored. I can never decide whether I love or loathe his work. But whichever decision I come to, there is no circumventing the respect I have for the man who has photographed Obama, Lil Wayne, Jessica Alba, Pamela Anderson, Pharrell and so many others. Armed with a camera and a bevy of famous people willing to pose in posh to pornagraphic photoshoots Terry Richardson has an impressive portfolio. Here are some of his pictures:

Poetry contest

Yesterday I was in a mad rush to edit, print, and find the office where I could turn in my poetry submission for the Academy of American Poets Contest at Cal Poly. I turned in two poems, here is one of them.

Chelsea King


Gifts of God
corroding his frayed soul.

Acidic thoughts of forbidden bliss,
arrayed out splendidly

next to the fuchsia orchids
swaying gently in the wind.

Figure of fatal fashion,
hair swept beautifully apart

her delicate face.
Frozen forever in death’s caress.

Given to him
and taken too.

That exquisite pearl of
timeless charm.

A flash of life,
like the picture in the frame

surrounded by flowers
next to her urn.

Too soon,
far too soon.

Spring begets winter,
birth begets death.

Summer only comes to the
privileged majority.


Blind though they are
to the life within.

We are all more alive,
once we’ve been dead.

Or at least glimpsed that
archaic fiend,

sickle in one hand,
our lover in the other.

Off to the realm of shadows,
with what we just now consider most dear.

A salty rain fell on that hollow
patch of ground.

Hidden by Armani, Chanel, and Prada
clouds—

Lightning flashes of wrath
towards the one who

gave her hand—unwillingly—to him:
archaic fiend.


By Jesse Madera

Dressed to kill #1

Tonight's style that will help you dress to kill: Tiered dresses. They are one of my favorite looks and I feel strongly that they are under appreciated. If you are a woman and you read this blog (or if you're a guy, who am I to cramp your style) please incorporate one of these in your wardrobe. This style is classy and classic two "C's" that are always in vogue--whether on the red carpet or elsewhere.

Feature Designer: Cecilia Cassini

This girl is my hero. She makes me feel lame for not having my own fashion company. Once again, being Italian means fashion is in your blood.

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A few things "fashionable" that I hate

A little known thing about me: I love fashion. In high school two girls who were friends of mine told me they wanted to marry me because my last name sounded like it would be a great designer brand. Their joke prompted a brainstorm in me, and a closet fascination with fashion. I read constantly about it and I critique so many little things I see on a daily basis. So I think I'll start putting some of my thoughts here. So without further ado; a few fashionable things I hate:


#1 glasses that cover half of your face. Bug eyes aren't attractive on bugs, why would they be on you? Wear these if you are ugly as a bug:


#2 Gladiator Sandals
Not cute at all, go back to 500B.C. Greece. Wear these if you want a starring role in the second 300 movie.



#3 massive curving nails
I don't think I have to explain this one. Don't wear nails that extend past your finger longer than half the distance from your nail-bed to tip of finger. French manicure=good look. Whatever the F#$@ this is=terrible


#4 Giant Handbag/purses
Do you want to seem like a bitch? You hold on to one of these and you certainly will.



#5 Fringe bags (with one exception: Prada Napa Fringe Hobo, the original)
Cousin It called, he wants his bag back. Lose it. Burn it. Shred it. Unless you wan't to look like some modern day American Indian who recycled big-foot's moccasins and made a purse.


#6 Headbands/Hairbands. Now before you get irate and throw a brick through my window, let me distinguish between a cute headband and a ugly one. Cute headbands are not bulky or obtrusive, they do not hide your hair or make your forehead manifest itself in a garage door sort of way (now you see me, now you don't). Something is to be said for how a headband is worn too. Don't wear it in such a way as to pull all your hair out of your face and make the shape of your skull immediately evident. Or worse still, wear it in such a way that your hair balloons out around it giving your head a misshapen appearance. A headband should be subtle, sexy, and soft.

Cute headband (however, see #1):


Ugly headbands:



There are so many other things I hate but I need some sleep so here are a few to avoid for now.

Feature Artist: Dev

In addition to being very cute, Dev's music has that undeniable sound that penetrates your mind and stays there on repeat. I love the use of synthesizers in her music and her beats are so good I'm tempted to ask if they come from Shrute farm (the office anyone). Dev is an edgier, more current and less discovered Uffie. But, I don't expect you to take my word for it, listen yourself: