Oildriller by Ching Wah Lam

The Spring Edition of HHS! has reached its end. And while the anticipation eats you away, I will continue to humor your curious sides with daily entry spotlights until the winners are announced on May 22––a whole week to monitor your competition.

Last night close to 3AM I received a text message pleading that I not buy a drop of gas today. I had already received the expected chain email, filling me in on the impact a successful "Gas Out" in protest of the beyond high prices at the pump could have. A text message seemed so personal, perhaps obnoxiously so, and I will admit I forwarded it along in the wee hours––I don't drive so this should be quite easy for me.

Aspiring Hot Shot Ching Wah Lam's image felt appropriate. Originally from Hong Kong, he now finds himself in Los Angeles, an American citizen, but struggling with his desires to see himself as an American. In his words:

In this artificial flavor city, we're all trying to find excuses to indulge ourselves, we shape our surroundings to match our visions and desires. Some of us succeed, most of us don't. Disappointment and depression become our favorite words. Our environment is being distorted, our surroundings are being displaced. But nature is not disappointed or depressed. It is not the victim. I am the victim, like most Americans, but i am not American.

Good Luck!