He: So I was studying with my Chino friend —
Me: Do you mean Triet?
He: Yeah, we were trying to solve a really tough problem —
Me: I thought he was Vietnamese.
He: He is.
Me: Then he’s not a Chino, well unless he’s one of those Vietnamese people who is ethnically Chinese and then I guess he’s technically a Chino…
He: Just let me continue and stop being all politically correct. You knew who I was talking about.
Me: No, I was genuinely confused. And it’s not about being PC, it’s just simply correct.


“Angie, your permission to enroll number is 73258. Eva, yours is 03281. Derek, yours is…”

This session was bigger than most of my orientation sessions. I usually met with 6 or 7 students, but this time around I had a dozen.

I looked down at my roster and then up at the girl in the lavender tank. Sure of myself, I continued, “Janey, your number is –”

“I’m Kelly,” she corrected me.

“I’m Janey,” spoke up the girl in the blue t-shirt. She was seated a couple seats away from Kelly.

“But I thought you were Janey,” I said to Kelly.

She shook her head.

I felt my face go red. I checked the roster again. Both names were there along with some academic and demographic information: Kelly, Chinese, Neuroscience; Janey, Korean, Biology major.

“Sorry. Okay, Kelly, your number is 54106. Adam, 01792. Estela, 65578. Janey, your number is 21945…”

I got the rest of the names correct.


Got leftovers? Make burritos!

Chicken burritos

After my birthday party on Sunday, there was plenty of carne asada, al pastor, and chicken fajitas left to make tacos and burritos. After lunch, Mom took it upon herself to make several burritos — the OG portable meal. My family loves burritos. Wrap anything up in a tortilla. We’ll eat it. But it has to be in a tortilla. If it’s in Tupperware, it’ll go bad because my busy family can’t stop long enough to heat up some rice, beans, meat and a tortilla. It’s not that we’re lazy — we are, but not always — it’s just a lot more difficult when we don’t have a functional kitchen. But once everything is wrapped up in a neat and portable burrito, no one will go hungry and complain to my mom, “there’s nothing to eat!”

I took some photos of my mom (after the jump) in the process of making the burritos above. As you can see, they’re not the monstrous/gluttonous variety. But they’re still yummy.

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I *heart* Community Organizers

I watched way too much of the RNC yesterday. Today, not so much. I learned my lesson, and let’s face it John McCain isn’t as fascinating as Sarah Palin.

I heard a lot of things that deserved the Cara de Fuchi. First Rudy Giuliani sneered and laughed at the concept of being a community organizer. The overwhelmingly white audience laughed. That was bad enough. And then Palin — the pit bull with lipstick — defended her experience as a small town mayor by saying that she had actual responsibilities, unlike a community organizer. More laughter. Ugh. Bad move, GOP… especially when Day 2 of your convention was all about “service.”

But I’m biased, and you all know that. I’m all for Obama and value his experience organizing recently laid-off factory workers in the South Side of Chicago. I know many community organizers. Some of my best friends are community organizers. And guess what? They work hard and have real responsibilities.

Junichi at Poplicks articulates my feelings pretty well:

In no uncertain terms, they told Dr. King, A. Philip Randolph, Dolores Huerta, Cesar Chavez, Susan B. Anthony, Harriet Tubman, and countless other social workers, labor activists, religious leaders (on all ends of the political spectrum), and champions for the underprivileged that their work was meaningless and worthless.

So much for helping voters forget that John McCain voted against a holiday honoring MLK.

As if grassroots organizing was not already the key to Obama’s success, Sarah Palin just stoked the fires of the wrong base.

Jay Smooth, my favorite vlogger, noted the similarities between the RNC and the Player Hater’s Ball. He also has some great points about community organizers working with churches.


Finally, I saw this on Twitter a couple of times: Jesus was a community organizer and Pontius Pilate was a governor.



The Art of Style

Last week, Rio — of birthday activity page and Valentine card fame — asked if it would be okay to display the Supa Fresh portrait (middle, above) in an art show. Even though the portrait is Rio’s work, he was still cool enough to check if it was okay to use my image. I quickly replied, “cool! You have my blessing.”

The Art of Style opens tomorrow night at MACLA (Movimiento de Arte y Cultura Latino Americana) in San Jose.

I’ll have to make a trip to San Jose to see the show before it closes on October 25th. Who wants to tag along?

Details about the show and Rio’s announcement below:
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August Project, Part 3

I had a great birthday month. The fun continued through to the 31st.

August 22: Supposedly, the Greek Theatre doesn’t allow cameras. I left mine in the car. At the gate, they didn’t seem to be checking so I dragged my friend with me back down the hill to where we parked. I’m so glad I went back. I’ve been up close at Café Tacuba concerts before, but this is the first time I had a camera with me.
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