Sorry. I'll be back soon. There are many thoughts to comeRead More
It's 4 in the morning and Los Angeles has just experienced a 3.9 earthquake centered in Baldwin Hills.
It did not wake me up because I'd been up watching Amy Schumer clips and folding laundry. Living the dream.Read More
Today, around 450 items created by prisoners in the American WWII concentration camps were supposed to be sold at the Rago Arts and Auction Center. This collection of photos, artifacts, and crafts largely created by Japanese American prisoners (imprisoned en masse, that is everyone of Japanese ancestry was put in concentration camps) was donated by its owners to a artist/activist Allen Eaton in good faith that he would exhibit them to share the story behind these family heirlooms.
Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to write this piece. My commutes to work have been phone calls with family and friends to process out loud. My moments of nothing have been attempts to find language to articulate why this struck so heavy and spread like fire on parchment throughout an intergenerational community that’s had a hard time, in the past decade, finding common ground. After reading Reappropriate’s amazing (as always) run down of the situation, however, I realized that in order to full get at what I wanted to, I needed to break it down properly.Read More
I had this fantasy last week where I thought I would get full nights of sleep seven nights in a row.
That did not happen.
Tuesday night was the season launch night for an art series I curate, meaning that for the weeks leading up to it were filled with mental lists and last minute phone calls. Ten days prior the weather report said that it was going to rain. Two days prior the weather report said that it was definitely going to rain. The 48 hours leading to the show was a giant rush of last minute coordination, map-making, logistic revision, and budgeting for space that culminated in a Monday night quiet as I lay in bed in the middle of the storm, unable to sleep due to the whirling cyclone of e-mails and Google docs that hovered directly above my head.
So I made ramen.Read More
I have largely avoided podcasts.
Though there was this one year when I had an hour commute and would fire up the TED Talk podcast when I wasn't listening to Big Boy's neighborhood on Power 106 (RIP neighborhood, hello 92.3) I've largely avoided listening to podcasts as they're just so long and I always have to pause them and get out of my car at weird moments meaning that when I turn them back on I'm jumping in having forgotten the context and it's like picking up a book you were halfway through the first chapter of six months after you put it down.
This year I listened to Serial because who didn't listen to Serial, but I've otherwise managed to avoid them. That is, I'd managed to avoid them until I was invited onto one this week.Read More