Filed under: posts | Tags: America, Barack Obama, eloquence, ethics, everyday, race, sights & sounds, society, speech
Take 38 minutes out of your day, sit down in front of your computer, and listen.
Are you kidding me? His oratory is ridiculous – if he backs 20 percent of his dream with result, we’re gonna be fine. If he starts playing with the upper quartile, oh my, what a future this will be.
Enjoy, and ’tis all.
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[Click pic for product page]
From post-jdm.com. These are the people that made the “白人看不懂” (literally: white people can’t read this) shirt as seen on “Yellow Fever” by WongFu Productions. It has been a rallying point for Chinese kids in high school, yes – the phrase.
Apparently, they have … expanded their line-up of catchy Chinese phrase related merchandise. For $14.99 you can one this shirt which says “那个” (literally: that one), with a plz (please) at the end. Honestly, I’d have to say it is in bad taste, but I’m sure high schoolers are going to go ape-shit over this one too.
“That one” in mandarin is pronounced like “nay-guh.” Say that four times fast and you’ll get it. This is their “disclaimer” on their website:
Haha ha, yeah… Post-JDM does not condone racism. For those who don’t get it, this shirt is meant to be a play off words. Please excuse any hilarious offensiveness.
Play on words or not, people will get offended. Chinese is a popular language these days. Careful what you print before you start some unneeded tension beyond what you can control.
‘Tis all.
Today I spoke to one of you. Not my parents, but another father of an Asian American kid growing up. I understand that as a parent, you are concerned for your child’s education and future. I also understand that the American system is faulty at points and does not provide a clear path to success.
Even so, the path that you have placed your daughters in – one of endless rote memorization and asceticism is not the right one. I guess in the end, I really have no right to tell you how to parent your child, but if we are to take this as an objective evaluation of what works, I say you are wrong.
The Gumball3000 has always been over the top. It’s a 3000-mile rally around the world held each year for the rich and speedy to get their jollies. The rally features enough horsepower to probably power the developing world. Their international journey has usually kept close to Western shores with a jump here to two to an “exotic” land like Morocco.
The rally itself is a no-holds-barred run to different checkpoints where massive parties ensue. This cycle continues until the end. There’s a pretty penny to be paid. £24000, or about $48,000 for a nice little countryside drive. There have been insanity in the past with multiple crashes and one fatality that ended a Gumball run short.
That fatality was of a civilian driver and it really put a dark shadow over Gumball. For me, it called for the end of it as the drivers of the Gumball car tried to flee. Just disgusting.
From that point on, Gumball3000 had always treaded a fine line between what is sound and the celebration of the “free spirit of driving.”
2008 Gumball? They’ve crossed that line – big time.
I really need to stop watching the NBA, it’s probably not too good for my ethics. This post is going to contain a lot of basketball terminology, just as a warning.
I’m an avid Suns fan, so even though what I say is a bit biased, I do think that the NBA is wrong in their decision making lately. The Suns came back from a seemingly unsurmountable deficit in Game 4 of the Western Semis to beat the Spurs 104-98. As impressive as that was, the final 18 seconds saw something even more incredible (in the negative sense).
Nash is taking the ball down court with the Suns up 3. He dodges one fall and sprints down the sidelines. Robert Horry, a veteran on the Spurs known for his consistent clutch shooting, is in front of him. I think he’s gonna do the very easy to do, normal, non-violent, grab the player kind of intentional foul. However, to my disgust, he hip-checks Nash into the statistics tables on the sideline. Here it is:
More after the jump.
The Student Government elections are on – hide.
I keep getting stopped by these damn candidates trying to get elected into the ASUC program. They physically get into your path and try to shake your hand while grinning so unnaturally they might as well have been holding “I’m trying to buy your soul” signs.
So, trying to be less of an jackass than before, I shake their sweaty hands and walk a bit slower. Mistake of mistakes. They begin to ramble, dropping buzzword after buzzword of obviously neutral statements. They turn that overly soft fake voice on:
My goals include trying to promote career awareness for the student body. After all, we are all trying to get jobs in the future right? HAHAHAHA!
Response and more after the jump.
Filed under: daily inkless | Tags: castro valley, ethics, school, society, suburbia
In light of so much interest on the post How we got [kinda] screwed by a garage door repairman, I decided to make an introductory post for Castro Valley. Commentors have said that my posts are not substantial and backed up by good sources. I agree. Therefore, let me give you my impression of the town with substantial backup sources. You may not agree with what I have to say and I would be happy to listen to your retorts – as long is they don’t have the obviously racist tones some of the comments have carried. Shall we?
Full article after the jump.
I was sitting in L & S 160 today. It was a decently interesting lecture about ethics from consequentialism to existentialism. The professor has a lot of energy and our class is pretty attentive after we do our meditative centering exercise. Yes, the class is a bit eccentric.
Anyhow, I was sitting there listening to Kant’s theories and I see a paper fall from a desk and float from side to side until it is in the middle of the aisle. It was impossible for the girl who lost it to recover it without walking a large distance and disturbing the class. I notice it, but it is a bit far from me but I also notice that the Asian boy sitting in front of me also watches this paper float gracefully to the ground.
Then it happens.
Jump!
WWII is history’s history now. The 1940’s must seem as ancient to today’s younger children as the “gilded-age” to me. We beat the Axis powers (No, not the Axis of Evil) and effectively assumed world-wide dominance.. blah blah blah.
Japan and China/Korea have had a long-standing grudge over the Japanese tactics used during their invasions and occupations. Generations have passed and it seems that this hatred and denial is now genetically passed down, or something. Perhaps this is perpetrated by the incredibly graphic memories of the cruelty exhibited at the time by the invading forces. My grandmother, who has Alzheimer’s, still has a vivid memory of fleeing Shanghai with her family one night. She will remember that night long after she forgets my name and even the names of her children. It is that deeply ingrained. As her grandson, I can only listen and wonder what in God’s name can the Japanese possibly say to defend these actions?
Now, let me be really CLEAR. I have no animosity towards the Japanese people or culture. In fact, I would cut off my left pinky for a life-time supply of toro-sushi. (I will probably post about food soon.) Anyhow, the bitterness comes from the history and the Japanese government’s denial of the situation. They change textbooks, pray to war criminals and overall apologize like a little boy being forced to by his mother.
Enter Shinzo Abe.
(Anger-filled) Full story after the jump. (Source)
