About Serena Wu
Perhaps, I am not your average hipster artist with torn skinny jeans, worn-in chucks, and the lingering smell of pot — I never received consent from my idealistic Asian parents to attend an art school — but I do carry around a Moleskine filled to the brim with ticket stubs, sketches, and the crude beginnings of diary entries. (That is as hipster as I will get.) My black notebook has a T-pin stuck through the front cover, secured with a piece of masking tape — souvenirs stolen from a studio wall in Wurster Hall (Worster being where I spent my college life in dignified agony and every once-in-a-blue moon, blissful joy). To me, that T-pin is a memoir of a college chapter I have finished writing, and the subsequent blank pages anticipate and crave new adventures, insights, and blog-worthy commentary.
This blog represents my volumes of Moleskines, my T-pin, and future symbols to come — only in digital format. And me? I can also be defined objectively as labels. INFJ — the rare 1.5% (or so Myers-Briggs wants us to believe). Left-hander — and whatever creative implications there may be associated with my hyperactive right-brain. Nerd — B.A. in Architecture from Cal at age twenty (with all bragging rights cancelled by my utter lack of a social life in college). Geek — web and graphic designer, tech news junkie, and blogger passionate about social media... simply put, a Silicon Valley native born and raised in suburbia (or a sheltered cardboard box) with no adaptive defense mechanisms for survival anywhere outside of the Bay Area.
So help me. Share with me your perspectives, your commentary, your insights gained as I illustrate for you my world and occasional ventures outside of the Valley. I am pretty much stalker-friendly via FriendFeed, Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn — or let’s just Gchat at 4am in the morning. I’m nocturnal.
I also seem to abuse the m-dash like a caesura breaks a ballad — with poetic license.
Addendum
This intro was written more than an year ago. I've retired said t-pinned journal and cracked open a new one. This time, it's gridded.
