Wednesday, July 22, 2009

holy jellyfish.



I just saw this picture as I was scrolling through CNN's international news with its accompanying article. This is absolutely crazy! If the whole crisis wasn't so devastating to the coastal villages in Japan it would be funny. But it's not funny :( The jellyfish destroy fisherman's nets and then ruin whole catches which are the basis of these people's livelihoods = economic devastation on top of economic crisis = bad news. Too bad, these things look cool but I can see how much damage potential they have too. Especially when you think about them in large groups.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

follow-up. (labels).

So having had some more days to reflect on Invisible Monsters and digest it some more, I feel a bit of a need to digree more on why the book was so powerful and how I managed to relate to it despite its most assuredly insane characters. Who, naturally, are simultaneously, in many regards sane. But that is another topic.

It's the third quote from the last post that really struck me. In the beginning of my first year of college, we did a few activities based on diversity sort of as due course - things any respectable college must have in some shape or form for all their freshman. In any case, we did two activities and got a rather boring, rather unengaging lecture (which, in my opinion, is one of the deepest flaws in diversity intiatives in most places, not just college campuses). The first activity was one in which you wrote down your reactions to words, like "Blonde" or "Black" or "Queer". This can be a good activity and I've participated in a well-done one, but this was not well done. That is also another story. What I'm really trying to get at is the second activity which was an identity one. On seven or so notecards we wrote down the word(s) that described us for a number of differeny categories that included gender, sexual orientation, age, race, ethnicity, social class, among others. Then we ranked each identity card based on its importance to us from 1 to 7. Next, we got rid of all the 1s (least important cards) and had to order the other cards based on their importance to us. Basically what that means is we had to pick what word that described us from those categories was the largest facet of our identities. Eek.

Ok, I realize I am rambling a bit, but I'm going to keep going anyways, so the choice is yours. Keep reading, or stop. I don't particularly care either way. So back to the story, you probably don't know this about me but I suffer from serious indecision. So I'm sitting in a chair trying to choose a card for this rather inane seeming activity and I find myself shuffling back and forth between three particular cards. One says "Asian", one says "Chinese", and the last one says, "Female". So that's it huh? Those are the three. But which is first? Which is most important? And I'm sitting there going how the hell am I supposed to be able to do this? Cram my whole life and whole life experience into a notecard with my rather neat handwriting spelling out these 5, 6, and 7 letter words. I'm just so tired of being labeled. But of course since nobody really cared about the activity (sad, I know, if only...) I just sucked it up and picked one. And I cheated a little. You see, I'd done the activity before with my orientation group and had picked "Female" that time, so this time, if my memory serves me correctly, I chose "Chinese". If I'd done it again, I'd probably have picked "Asian".

Because here's what I've realized and what I started realizing again or more or I'm not sure what the right word there is, but in any case, I'm so sick of being stereotyped based on how I look. All of those things you can tell based on a photograph of me (Ok, admittedly some people think I'm Korean though I don't actually know how they get there...). "You're so Asian." "You're only saying that cuz you're a girl." Here's the thing though, no one says I do something because I'm Chinese. Maybe that's why I chose Chinese over Asian the second time. (Of course, maybe it was just random, but I'm trying to make a point here). I don't know if people notice this but Asia is HUGE. And I know that now, "Asian" is pretty much synonymnous with "East Asian" but that's kinda harsh on the rest of the Asians. Everyone seems to know what being Asian means for me, and whether this is true or not, I can actually say that not everyone knows what it means to me that I'm Chinese, or rather Chinese-American. I'm not just being a nitpick, it's an important distinction. But again, another story. So here's my big problem. Everyone looks at me and goes Asian, female, maybe they throw in short just for kicks. But what does that mean? I can guess what they think it means off of the stereotypes but can you honestly bottle me up into two or three words?? You didn't even get to ethnicity, or personality, and I know that you just assumed I was straight.

Stop it. (This isn't just a message to you, it's one to me too.) Stop assigning words to people like you know them just by looking.

I mean, if that were true then we'd all be so damn similar I think we'd hate each other with more hate than (sadly) already exists in the world. And sure, sterotypes exist for a reason, like I don't already know that. I was good at math in high school; I play piano; hell, I even play violin. But I just don't want you to look at me and go check Asian, check piano, check math, check female, check feminist. Even if it is true, can't you find it our for yourself and stop labeling me? I know it might mean that I won't fit into a nice little box in your brain and you won't fit into your respective one in mine, but I'll argue with you any day that it'll be totally worth it.

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*Edit: Just realized that for all my talk of being Chinese, I did name the blog Tickle Me Asian. So what does that say about me? Still preaching to myself. And old habits die hard. And society has way too much power over my life still.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

invisible monsters.

I just finished an amazing book Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk who also wrote Fight Club and I must say I now understand why the friend who recommended it to me said that he needed to recover from it. It's intense and raw in a way you just have to read to understand. It's certainly not a style that everyone will like, but it's one that, during these moments of my life, fit perfectly.

Here's some of my favorite quotes from the book:

-No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention.

-The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

-I'm not straight, and I'm not gay. I'm not bisexual. I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

wake up: dawen wang

I saw this video over at another blog i follow and having now listened to it more times than I'm willing to admit, I will memorialize it (sort of) here. Because this is one of those songs where when I'm done listening, in my head (and admittedly sometimes out loud), I'm saying yes, this is my story too. And to me at least, that's cool. I'm not the only one who thinks these things.



via SlantEye

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

frazz.

Frazz is pretty much my favorite comic strip, replacing even FoxTrot, my childhood favorite. If you haven't heard of it, it's witty, funny (yes, those are two different things) and just overall worth a whole lotta good laughs. Today's was especially great (and I'm really glad that the politician is a she).

Friday, June 19, 2009

learning chinese

Now that I finally have a break from Monday to Friday Chinese classes, I've been wondering more and more about why it is I'm even learning Chinese, especially considering how much time it takes up. It's a question that often gets brought up in class as a way to practice grammer structures so I have a few spitfire answers always prepared. They include: it's interesting, I'm a Chinese-American and I want to learn about my ancestral culture, I took it in high school and wanted to continue. It'd say that easily the one that intrigues me the most is the second one (not that I don't think it's interesting). I'm a Chinese American, so it's like a pseudo obligation to learn the language, right? Ironically, my dad's side of the family speaks Cantonese (dialect from South) and my mom's side speaks Shanghai dialect, and here I am learning how to speak Mandarin...I do realize that everyone learns Mandarin now so everything else is dying, but clearly the "ancestral" part of "my ancestral culture" is not really there. So why as a fourteen year old about to go to high school did I decide to take Chinese instead of continuing with Spanish? And why as an eighteen year old about to go to college, did I decide to continue? It's not as if I didn't understand the dialects thing, I did - but Mandarin is pretty much the only dialect you can learn anywhere anyways. It wasn't a hate of Spanish either, I'd always enjoyed it.

That leaves me stuggling with the age old question of did I start Chinese because I felt like I needed to? Was it all those times when kids asked me if I knew Chinese and I always had to say no? Was it all the other ABCs (American Born Chinese) mocking me for not knowing any? Maybe. And maybe there was a part of me that did feel obligated to take Chinese, even if it's not the closest connection to my heritage, it was something. I can't avoid being Chinese right? So might as well embrace it. I'll probably never be able to actually figure out why I started taking Chinese and I'll probably never have perfect tones, but I can still say that I'm glad I've taken it. For all the hard work, it's really cool to be able to carry on a conversation in a language, and it wouldn't have mattered if that language were Chinese, or Spanish, or Urdu. Plus, as it turns out, Chinese is a good language to learn considering how many people speak it and the likelihood that at some point I end up back in China.

So maybe now, it doesn't matter if it started out as an obligation, because it isn't one anymore.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

summertime and langston hughes

School's over and with the onslaught of summer a lot of my thoughts have turned more to catching up with friends than with what's been going on in the world so I haven't had either the time or the desire to write much. My one comment is on the shooting that happened at the holocaust museum a few days ago. It's such a prime example of the bigotry that still exists in the states and it's just depressing. An 88 year old man has a lot of years of hate in him. Am I being too idealistic if I ask if hate is the only way? Because I just can't accept that for this man there was no other action to take than to open fire on the guards and to harbor all that resentment for all these years. If you ask me, it's just not worth it to hate that much. It takes all your energy away from significantly more important things in life.

Anyways, I really just wanted to leave one of my favorite poems as something that keeps me up when the world seems headed down.

Still Here
by Langston Hughes

I been scarred and battered
My hopes the wind done scattered
Snow has friz me
Sun has baked me

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin' -
But I don't care
I still here