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This term is one of many, including insomnia, caffeine, laptops, and work, that Barnard and Columbia students can't help but tack onto their social identities for the time being:
geek
The people you pick on in high school and wind up working for as an adult
The geeky kid now owns a million dollar software company
Can you think of more?

Just thought about this, especially since I just realized that I'm the only regular contributor who reps Millie the dancing Barnard bear pride. Our friend Saffiyah Madraswala BC '09 recently started an initiative to make Ethnic Studies a more feasible reality at Barnard. She's been organizing weekly meetings, and a small group of students discuss issues surrounding Ethnic Studies and discuss academic articles.

In other cool APA Barnardian news, Katie Wang BC '10 and Joanne Lin BC '09 have been heading a relatively new committee called Society of Asian American Sisters (SAAS - we know, it sounds like BOSS) where APA women on Barnard and Columbia's campuses conjoin to talk about the intersecting issues of race and gender. There are sometimes also funny, awkward film screenings, like the one where we got together at David and Nhu-Y's suite and watched Ang Lee's Eat Drink Man Woman, which was completely in Chinese so Nhu-Y felt marginalized (even though it was subtitled).

Both these initiatives started in the Fall '08 semester, and both are started by really cool awesome Barnard APA women whom I'm proud to mingle and work with.

Michelle Rhee (see entry title for her job) made the cover of Time magazine! That is an awesome feat. As our crazy friend Joanne describes, "She's a mad woman tearing her way through the school system; the teachers hate her, the principals fear her and I think she's awesome." Thanks, Joanne, we think so too.


This is one that we don't get to hear about very often. Mickey Rourke, that washed up actor from the '80s who has semi-revived his career with Darren Aronofsky's The Wrestler, was outed by TMZ yesterday. In a post titled "Dim Sumofa Bitch -- Rourke takes a shot as Asians", TMZ writes:

It wasn't just politically incorrect -- things got downright offensive last night when Mickey Rourke told a fan whose camera wasn't clicking, "You're Asian, you're supposed to be able to take pictures."
So I'm a little ashamed to say that I have a lot of double standards, but who doesn't, so whatever. I think (or know) that I have a double standard, maybe because yesterday Tina's comment didn't bother me so much as amuse me, yet Mickey Rourke's comment kind of annoys me. Maybe it's because I think that Mickey Rourke is sort of not worth covering or speaking about, and Tina has actually done something funny with the issue of racial typecasting. Plus, Tina's a woman and she's pulled off the feat of having every guy love her without being Paris Hilton who shoves pineapples up her v-j. Mickey Rourke probably hasn't thought much about race, he's already made the mistake of offending another community (the gay community), he's dating a twelve year old (Evan Rachel Wood), and up until a few months ago nobody cared about what he says. So maybe I'm more pissed that TMZ thinks that Mickey Rourke is worth me getting offended over! Shut up, TMZ.

(Thanks for the tip, Calvin)


You probably heard that Tina Fey (writer and star of one of the Blaaag's favorite shows, 30 Rock) made the cover of Vanity Fair again (her last time was with Sarah Silverman and Amy Poehler as the three funny graces). There's all this hullabaloo about the article's inaccuracies and the controversy of Tina's ugly years, but what really screamed at the Blaaager inside me was this quote:

Fey recalls she was at her heaviest in Chicago and, later, sitting at a desk at S.N.L. “I’m five four and a half, and I think I was maxing out at just short of 150 pounds, which isn’t so big. But when you move to New York from Chicago, you feel really big. Because everyone is pulled together, small, and Asian. Everyone’s Asian.”
Oh, Tina, you're right about New Yorkers being thinner (it's the walking more miles per day than any other city thing), but I'm sure there are lots of not pulled together, not-so-small Asians in Chicago (and New York) too.

As we descend into what is known by Blaaagers as "finals hell" once again, a writer joins our team! Meet Vivian...

Name: Vivian Chenxue (Morning Snow) Lu
School / Year: CC 2010
Hometown: Boulder, Colorado


Most hours you've not slept: Around 50, a combination of violent illness and a 72-hour airport-hopping period.

Favorite class next semester: "Who is Indigenous?" and "Medicine and Power in African History" and "Soccer"

Favorite subscription on Google Reader: I'm not sure how to answer this question.

Favorite racist joke: my blaaag debut was already posted below courtesy of nhu-y.

Favorite weekend haunt: Colorado or walking around NYC

Your hipster street cred on a scale of 1-10 and why: 1. i do wear flannel on occasion at home (and my sheets might even be flannel) but i credit that to being from the mountains anyway.

In your opinion, why is AAAPC the best organization ever founded on
the face of the earth, ever?
For me, AAAPC is the current campus populasian having conversasians on issues of representasian, marginalizasian, migrasian, alienasian, manipulasian, violasian, enebriasian, collaborasian, decolonizasian, approrpiasian and socializasian of APAs to move collectively through educasian towards liberasian and a (re)creasian of Asian Pacific America for generasians to come.

How do you feel being the only Blaaager not doing APAAM next semester?
I'll take my Asian American "Awareness" jokes down a notch.

What your likely three next posts on The Blaaag will be about:
1. How politics/current events outside of the US disproportionately affects government/society's view of Asian Americans and what this says about our racialized position.
2. Exorcisms
3. "Pan-Asian"

While we are constantly (re)defining what Asian America means to us as the youth, the new generation - what's going on with our elders?

"NEW YORK – According to a survey recently published by the Asian American Coalition, poverty among elders in the United States is dropping overall, but poverty among elders in New York city is rising, from 10 percent in the 90's, to 22 percent today. The poverty ratio for Asian elders is even higher, at 29 percent. China Press cites that in 1959, the poverty ratio among elders was 35 percent in the United States. After the federal government made efforts to help elders, the number went back down to 15 percent.

This economic crisis has hit Asian Americans particularly hard. Not only are they the fastest growing ethnic group in the U.S., but Asian Americans are becoming elders faster than any other group. There are currently about 90,000 Asian elders living in New York City and that number is expected to grow to 190,000 by 2020."

China Press

http://news.ncmonline.com/news/view_article.html?article_id=1f0ed215534ba053cdae6ec5109058b9

Maybe the only thing that will make your sleepless, working night better is a spoof on Asian toddlers and Oriental products, you say? Well, here you go.



DISCLAIMER: No, this album is certainly not related to Asian American anything, really. Rather, it (probably) comes from us Blaaagers' constant and unwavering desire to weave pop culture references and bizarre miscellany into our daily lives, and Kanye West fits into both of those categories. So, here goes...

LONG VERSION:

It was the spring of 2004 when I popped Kanye West’s debut album, The College Dropout, into a CD player not knowing what to expect or who, exactly, he was. I ended up keeping it in steady rotation for over a year—the album had brought to mainstream hip-hop a sort of human depth unheard of in a medium owned by corporate bigwigs and policed by monotony’s foot soldiers, urban radio stations. It managed to be simultaneously pensive, humorous, soulful, passionate, angry, and head-noddable. And he was still cocky back then, but he funneled it into an oh-no-he-didn’t sort of attitude that you had to respect—his first single, “All Falls Down,” was censored not due to excessive profanity but because of Kanye’s assertion that the urban drug trade was fueled when “a white man get paid off of all of that.” In the wake of Katrina, who can forget him standing next to an uncomfortable-looking Mike Myers as he ranted about George Bush not caring about black people? He was boldly defiant, a solid producer, a not-too-bad rapper, and for all of that we followed his ascent.

You could see his true quality way back then, in a man who could merge Nina Simone with Talib Kweli in the uplifting underdog anthem “Get By” while also bringing Luther Vandross back into the freak alongside Twista and Jamie Foxx, and mumbling through Chaka Khan and a jaw brace about his almost-untimely car accident. Kanye had that range, the eclectic brand of critique, celebration, and introspect which he could flip in unison to make him (rightly) famous. Angry awardless rantings aside, it was clear that Kanye wasn’t so much controlled by his ego that the two were partners in crime, part of a larger persona that kept him in the limelight. And Kanye was less hip-hop’s golden innovator (The dude from Maroon 5! The dude from Coldplay!) than a masterful navigator of pop music, always able to say to the right audience the right thing at the right time.

808’s and Heartbreak comes at a particularly difficult time in his life, but it certainly doesn’t lose sight of that business model. Kanye’s seen two major pitfalls since 2007’s Graduation—the sudden death of his mother Donda last November, and his breakup with then-fiance Alexis Phifer in April—the two topics of this album, and the latter of which fuels almost every single song. Gone are the angry Broke Phi Broke rants of Bernie Mac (also, rest in peace), a slew of well-placed guest rappers, and the high-speed soul samples that are the staple of Kanye West albums. In its place are the unilateral use of 808 drum machines, ethereal synth-heavy instrumentals, and the infamous, digitizing Auto-Tune. The last of those is perhaps the most pervasive, because Kanye is not T-Pain, nor does he utilize the device in a consciously self-mocking way a la Snoop Dogg talking about ejaculation. No, Kanye makes sure he’ll get the notes right (or rather, something will get the notes right for him) as he belts out his heartbreak, grief, angst, and loss.

Unfortunately, he does it again. And again. And the songs start to bleed together, and you start to hear bizarre lines like “when I grab your neck, I touch your soul” or Lil Wayne calling someone “Mrs. Pee-Yew.” Even sonic aberrations—the 80’s dance-pop of “Paranoid,” the soft-spoken rock ballad of “Street Lights”—will always remind the listener that he’s so singularly focused on his ex until he has to stretch a little bit and call her a RoboCop. No doubt the singing, thematic lyrics, and melodic sameness are all part of Kanye’s ever-calculating artistic maneuvers to explode into artsy, left-field pop music, or perhaps be crowned New King of the Hipsters. And yeah, the opposite sex is the impetus for 95% of pop music. Yet I can’t help feeling disappointed with this album, and that’s not just because my knowledge of non-rapped music doesn’t extend that much further beyond Motown, John Legend, and the occasional Corinne Bailey Rae (the not-so-secret guilty pleasure, I suppose).

To be fair, the album is far from disastrous, and Kanye’s artistic integrity is never really lost; I thought “Heartless,” “Amazing,” and “Coldest Winter” were all likable songs, and the album as a whole is still worthy of repeated listens. But Kanye’s magic—the musically and thematically eclectic showcase that he’s been increasingly eschewing with each album—is harder to find here. Of course, artists are human beings who grow, and who appreciatively turn their personal scars into creativity. Kanye’s musical transgressions and expositions are always welcome, but without the wit, wisdom, and width of past projects, it’s getting harder to listen to.

SHORT VERSION:

As Nhu-Y puts it: "weeeeird...but I feel like I'll be looping it on repeat soon, during finals delusion." Let's just say it's right for that.

Courtesy of Asian American Alliance Political Committee member, Vivian, via GChat:

Vivian:
What do you call a fat chinaman?
me:
oh no
what?
Vivian:
a chunk
me:
LOL
hahahahahaah

And, scene.


 

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