No Fibre Content Today
I've been avoiding my 3 current knitting projects (a never-ending sweater, another pair of socks, another bag), and slowing down on my 1 crochet project, which I'll photograph soon.
Mostly I've been playing the guitar, watching DVDs, and reading. The DVDs are Neil Young's Heart of Gold (great), and Leonard Cohen's I'm Your Man (not so great). As far as the reading goes, my favourite new book is Gene Yang's American Born Chinese. Here are two pages that remind me of my own past.
The persistent joke about my maiden name, Wu, is like the "Who's on First" skit. Even as an adult, after I introduced myself, I used to hear, "Who?" and I was expected to answer, "Wu", only to hear again, "Who?" I wish I could say that by that time I had perfected the art of the cold stare and the sarcastic reply, but I hadn't.
The bit about Suzy Nakamura reminds me of a guy I grew up with named Eric Wong. Classmates were always trying to get us to date, and as a result, we avoided each other through elementary school all the way up to high school. It's kind of funny that one of my sons now has the same first name.
I remember hearing Frank Chin speak at Johns Hopkins about what it means to be Asian American. He didn't have any answers. Instead, he said it was up to "your generation" (meaning, my generation) to define that. I applaud Gene Yang for being one of many to step up to the plate.
Mostly I've been playing the guitar, watching DVDs, and reading. The DVDs are Neil Young's Heart of Gold (great), and Leonard Cohen's I'm Your Man (not so great). As far as the reading goes, my favourite new book is Gene Yang's American Born Chinese. Here are two pages that remind me of my own past.
The persistent joke about my maiden name, Wu, is like the "Who's on First" skit. Even as an adult, after I introduced myself, I used to hear, "Who?" and I was expected to answer, "Wu", only to hear again, "Who?" I wish I could say that by that time I had perfected the art of the cold stare and the sarcastic reply, but I hadn't.
The bit about Suzy Nakamura reminds me of a guy I grew up with named Eric Wong. Classmates were always trying to get us to date, and as a result, we avoided each other through elementary school all the way up to high school. It's kind of funny that one of my sons now has the same first name.
I remember hearing Frank Chin speak at Johns Hopkins about what it means to be Asian American. He didn't have any answers. Instead, he said it was up to "your generation" (meaning, my generation) to define that. I applaud Gene Yang for being one of many to step up to the plate.
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