Apr 29

Last Tuesday, my supervisor gave me Wednesday and Thursday off since I was going to San Diego for business meetings all weekend. Perfect timing since my friends Michael and Thomas were in town and that freed me up during the day to go on adventures.

Tuesday after work:
- Had pho with the boys
- Bubble tea
- I introduced them to the Domain

Wednesday
- Dropped Thomas off on campus so he could take care of grad school references
- Michael and I drove around and spontaneously visited Nicole, a former coworker of mine at my former work place. Brought her La Madeline Tomato Basil Soup
- Madam Mams for lunch with the boys
- Went to the mall, Thomas and I got matching friendship rings from James Avery
- Introduced them two to the Botanical Gardens at Zilker Park
- Michael parted ways, Thomas (who stayed at my place) went home and napped
- Thomas introduced me to Umi’s Sushi (I-35 South at Stassney)
- Walked around downtown
- Cedar Street and saw our favorite eighties cover band, the Spazmatics.

Thursday
- Went on a guitar adventure (HAD SO MUCH FUN). We tracked down 19 guitars and then Friday at the airport I got 2 more on my own.
- The guitar adventure also included Lunch at Flip Happy Crepes and a visit to the Blanton Art Museum (The biggest university art museum in the States, also the grand opening was one of my new things exactly a year ago)
- After our guitar adventure Thomas joined Joy Luck Club at Jessica’s

Friday to Sunday
I had business meetings in San Diego. I was so looking forward to going to the Zoo but the hotel spa resort we stayed in happened to be a bit secluded.. It would have cost 120 dollars round trip to get the cab ride :( I’m currently struggling with money problems so I sighed and settled with walking around Downtown La Jolla, California. Stayed at Estanica La Jolla Hotel and Spa. Beautiful estate. Unfortunately I could not afford any of the spa treatments (the outdoor treatments seem absolutely divine!) I must say my bed was by far the most satisfying bed I’ve ever experienced.

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Apr 25
videos
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Here’s some music for you:

My humps

and a GREAT video for Read My Mind

Apr 25
Racial Tension
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Above, is a Post Secret taken from this past Sunday’s lot.

The following is taken straight from one of my friend’s blog. I was going to let this topic stew and post my thoughts on this heightened racial tension I’ve been feeling in the air and my other Asian-American friends are experiencing as well. However, Doan had more passion to colour his words and thoughts and I thought I posted his writings instead. I find it provocative in the right way.

Spit your game
Talk your shit
Grab your gat
Call your cliques
Squeeze your clip
Hit the right one
-Notorious B.I.G.

I keep forgetting how rare yellow-skinned folk are in America. I’ve grown up in a family of them and have always gravitated towards them. At least, that is how most other Americans see us. We are them–we’re the mysterious Others, from the far side of the Island–and when a non-Asian looks at us, interacts with us, they’re constantly making assumptions about us. (After all, everyones got expectations, preconceived notions and stereotypes to inform them about the world.) Reality be damned, when someone non-Asian meets me for the first time, they assume I’m a passive, mathematical robot with a two-inch dick.

What’s the kicker–what’s awesome–is that because of how rare we are in America, I get to represent my race. That’s right, without even taking a foreign service exam or sweating through exhaustive interviews, from the day I was born, I have always and will always be an ambassador for my race and culture. My every action and decision will reflect on my family, my culture, and my people (and lemme tell you, despite the fact that I grew up in America and can speak English with greater facility than 99.99% of Americans, that does not mean that my people are American. When someone asks where I’m from, Houston, Texas is not good enough. What they mean is, what dog-eating, yellow country are you from?). So it fucking pisses me off that whenever I get mad now, people make jokes–watch out before Doan goes VTech on us!–and when Seung Cho appears on CNN, there is always someone nearby who will comment, “Hey look, Doan, your cousin’s on TV!”

“Fuck you, dipshit, I ever given you shit about your cousin shooting up Columbine!?!” After repeating myself a few times this week, I think the other soldiers have learned to back the fuck off of me. But then, just the other day, I heard that same line all the way across the chow hall, and when I turned to smite the offender, I saw that he was ribbing on the Asian guy at his table.

This whole week, some of the other guys in my platoon started ending every line they said to me with, “That’s because you’re Asian, Doan,” or “You can’t do that; you’re Asian!” You’ve gotta have a thick skin in the Army–after all, you’re working with knuckleheads who signed up to get shot at in distant lands for less than $30,000 a year. And it’s a balancing act–not drawing fire your way while keeping others from walking all over you. But I drew the line when a sergeant called me a gook. He said it in jest, of course. It wasn’t malicious. I should have been cool with it. It’s not worth picking a fight with a superior about. But I snapped, “That’s fucking inappropriate, sergeant. You think it’d be cool if I went up to a group of black guys and after making a few random jokes to get everyone laughing I could just call one of them nigger? You think they’d be cool with it? You think the Army would be cool with it? ‘Cause that’s what you just did to me, and lemme tell you, that dog don’t fucking hunt.”

He shut the fuck up because I think he sensed that the VTech was just about to kick in.

I told myself that I let them do it to me, that I need to be a mean son-of-a-bitch so that no one will fuck with me just because yellow skin = easy victim.

Big-picture-wise, I hate how initial reporting racialized something that isn’t racial. SHC didn’t target just white kids or black kids or latino kids or whatever. He was a fucking nutjob that decided to hit every fucking human available to him. Take a look at the victims. To me, the fact that SHC was Asian was needlessly emphasized. Now, some knee-jerk conservative will say that it’s part of the guy’s description. I remember someone wrote if we would be sensitive about the guy’s age being printed, too? But that’s common in newspaper articles to specify age. I’ve never seen a newspaper with the balls to specify that so-and-so killer was black. Or even white.
I remember on the day it happened, when the first news that trickled in claimed that the shooter was on a student visa from Shanghai, my roommate remarked, “See! What did I tell you about our borders!?! We keep letting them in like that!”

“Whoa whoa whoa, dude. How many fucking foreign students do we have in America? How many of them have done something like this?”

“Some of the 9/11 hijackers were here on over-stayed visas!”

“That’s at most, what, 7 out of how many thousands of the foreign students we let in every year? It’s a statistically insignificant portion. And what about fucking Columbine or Jonesboro or that one in Mississippi? Were those psychos foreign students? From what I read, the guy’s race is only incidental to what happened. His girlfriend cheated on him and he went batshit fucking loco.”

“I’m just saying that we need to protect our borders from all the foreigners.”

It goes without saying, but I don’t know SHC. I’ve never met him, and I’m as close to him as I am to Timothy McVeigh. Hence, I won’t apologize for SHC’s actions. I’m not responsible for his actions nor am I to blame for what he did. I didn’t hand him the guns nor did I tell him to kill whitey. White people don’t have the burden of responsibility for Columbine, so why should yellow people apologize for VTech?

My only thought is that those apologists are fucking pussies, always ready to kowtow and maintain the image of the model minority. And I bet you already know how I feel about that myth.

Why are shootings at educational institutions so common in the US?
This depends on who you ask. For those opposed to the country’s liberal gun laws the key problem is easy access to highly powered weapons. They say the school shootings merely throw into sharp relief what is happening across a country where 30,000 people die of gun wounds every year. Others contend that these killings take place within a deep culture of violence, which they say is promoted in the US through music, film and video games.

But there are those who argue these incidents take place not because there are too many guns, but because there are not enough. “All the school shootings that have ended abruptly in the last 10 years were stopped because a law-abiding citizen – a potential victim – had a gun,” said Larry Pratt, executive director of Gun Owners of America. “The latest school shooting at Virginia Tech demands an immediate end to the gun-free zone law which leaves the nation’s schools at the mercy of madmen.”

Others argue that schools and colleges are not sufficiently protected, and that the lack of security is tantamount to an open invitation.

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In Switzerland where every man of military age is required to keep a gun at home as part of the country’s civil defence policy, the number of deaths per 10,000 population was 0.05.

BBC Q&A: US campus killings

Apr 22

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New thing of the week luckily fell into my lap Thursday. Since I didn’t have anything planned or foreseen this past week.

There was a talk for a new class of medication for blood pressure at Jasper this past Thursday. The doctor I work for was the speaker so I went to hear about it. Good times because the new class of medication coincidentally will be a project I’ll be involved in in the near future. The restaurant itself opened April 11. There’s already one in Dallas and in Houston. We had our own room with wonderful service.

The food!

I had the crab cakes for appetizers, lobster tomato bisque for my soup entree, hickory grilled flat ironed steak for the main entree, and butterfinger crème bruleè for dessert. I was pleasantly surprised by the food. The steak was savoury, the creme bruleè was different? I love the butterfinger twist and it was not solid and more runny than I’m used to, but it was heavenly. Heavenly!

I was also able to walk around some the Domain for the first time since it opened what? 2 weekends ago? I took pictures of the bug-doos because they reminded me of my supervisor who has a thing for bugs. I ended up coming back to the Domain yesterday to check out the two-storied Borders.

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I think I’m a fan of the Domain.

Apr 18

I proudly told Michael tonight that 7 days ago I resolved to pay my 20 year student loans in 7 years (a random number I picked). Proudly told him that I made a 600 dollar payment this month (the day I made my resolution) on a 200 dollar minimum. I’m also going to be eating ramen more often now. He groaned.

He said the point of student loans is to take my time with them. And accumulate money that will grow in interest over the years and that if I paid all my debt now, I’d have nothing later.

Gah?

GAH.

“Linda, student loans are GOOD debt.”

“But, it’s my ONLY debt so wouldn’t it also be my BAD debt?”

He sighed and told me he didn’t have time for me right now and hung up. Haha… :)

Huh.

I want to be money smart but I really don’t get it.

Apr 17

Feelings fascinate me. Perhaps it’s an existential obsession. Where do they come from? How does someone, something, an idea get to you to the point of affecting your physical being? It’s been a while since I’ve had my heart broken but I can remember it being a very PHYSICAL feeling. The ache in the chest, the lack of control in your movements, the nausea. Do we invest in beliefs so that they move us into a decided direction? Would we otherwise be paralyzed with indifference? Are what we decide to believe in our tipping points? What makes us happy tells us what to strive for. What makes us sad or angry tells us what we must run from or fight.

I have no residual longing or feelings for the dude who broke my heart most substantively. I don’t miss any part of him or us. I’ve donated, burned, trashed, and given away all relationship artifacts. But I do remember how I felt about him. What amazes me is that there was nothing that warranted these strong feelings in his personality.. it was all a matter of blindly choosing to love. So what is triggering all this is my friend asked me today if I had ever imagined myself with other men while dating him. Or ever felt attracted to someone where my mind would innocently wander and play out scenarios. It hit me that I was so enthralled with this dude (dude is the nicest thing I’ve called him since we’ve broken up) that I was never compelled by any other guy to daydream. I have always found it very healthy to acknowledge that there will be people you’ll find yourself attracted to even in the most committed relationships. I embrace that idea.. but with this dude, I was so into him that I was never compelled… Never mind the countless other men in my life then (and now!) who still to this day I know would have been better for me.

I remember 2 days before we broke up I was still head over heels. Which is amazing since he didn’t treat me well AND it had been four years. But today when I had a flash back of 2 days before we broke up.. I remember randomly running into him unexpectedly and how my world got brighter.. even at the last sprint I was still so strongly affected. My mood lifted instantaneously. That night he asked me how I knew I loved him. I described the effect he had on me earlier that day. Next day as we were breaking up, he mentioned what I said and admitted, “I can’t remember the last time I felt like that with you.” That feeling.. I have a hard time remembering things about us.. objectively. I can barely remember what he looks like (several have likened him to a gorilla). But I can remember that feeling. Of being crushed. And short of breath.

That crushed feeling. The mood uplifting days before. The lack of breath. Later, the nausea, the vomiting. All the physical symptoms of our emotions.. that’s so damn fascinating to me. The function of those feelings.. brings me to my original position. Perhaps.. our body cues us in what is good or bad for us in life. Not unlike the sense of smell protecting us from rotting food, our chest aches and our warm tinglys serve as helpful arrows directing us even in our emotional life.

Follow the warm fuzzies.

Apr 17
Cho Seung-Hu
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He wrote a couple of disturbing plays.

http://newsbloggers.aol.com/2007/04/17/cho-seung-huis-plays/

Apr 17
VT
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I keep imagining students who were so tempted to skip class yesterday but ultimately decided to be responsible. I keep imagining friends and family who exchanged harsh words not knowing that it’ll be their last. I keep imagining people starting their day, not thinking anything of it. Just another day in the life. Just another work day. Just another class day. Only it’s not just any old day and they’re actually not going home.

That’s what gets me most. We go on with our lives, making plans and dreaming dreams or putting off indulgences or taking relationships for granted, yet we never know when it’ll be our last day.

It’s so damn sad.

Apr 16


It’s Selina’s 23rd birthday today!

Random Selina facts follow.

  • When I was drunk off my ass and wanted to start a fight at Bar Austin, she literally threatened to throw me down the stairs. Not that she didn’t think I could win (I would have!) but because she thought it was beneath me. Conclusion? She sees her friends as what they could be even when they’re at the weakest.
  • She likes pho.
  • She has seen me through some of the toughest moments I’ve so far endured and has never left my side. I’ve never felt disconnected from her. If you’re lucky enough to be her friend, she’d show you what it is to be loyal.
  • My parents have yet to meet her and already they’re cooking for her.
  • This picture of us is in matching frames and mine is at my bedside.
Apr 16
spoiled
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Drug reps spoil us.

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