Given my love for all things Asian and my tendency to belt out Broadway tunes mid-conversation, you’d be surprised I have never done Asian-style karaoke. I always had a vague idea what was involved: A group of friends crooning away in a kitschy private room whilst consuming copious amounts of overpriced booze. But I never knew how truly epic it is–until this weekend.
When I see the photographs coming out of Ferguson, MI, this picture of Mary Vecchio mourning the death of her classmate in 1970 comes to mind. For those unfamiliar with the events leading to the shootings at Kent State, you can get the gist of it all here. Pretty much it was a case study in tragedy arising from an overzealous police force mixed with a mob of very unhappy people.
I feel as though the protests in Ferguson won’t end until another tragedy strikes. The police force in Ferguson may be using non-lethal crowd control techniques. Yet tear gas and flash bangs can still harm people. Rubber bullets are still bullets. They might not kill, but they can injure and maim. These non-lethal tactics aren’t non-violent.
All my life I have rebelled against life organizing tools. Whether it was the assignment books they gave us in school or the pocket calendar my parents would not-so-subtly give me for Christmas every year, I wanted nothing to do with organizing tools. For me, the time it took to write out to-do lists was time away from writing or something much more important. Besides, I was really good at storing it all in my head.
Until I wasn’t.
Remember the treadmill desk I built? I’m actually using it. Not as much as I should be maybe, but it’s not collecting dust.
I’m using it enough that I decided to treat myself to an upgrade. Behold! The desk is now equipped with a widescreen monitor!
When I go on vacation, I tend to thoroughly clean my apartment before I leave. Because I know when I get home, vacation stuff will erupt from my suitcase and it will take me at least a week to get all the bits and pieces back to where they belong. As of this writing, my suitcase is still on the living room floor, reminding me there are some clean clothes in it I should consider wearing this week.
It has also reminded me there are many marvelous things about Asheville I have yet to convey on this blog. So here they are.
Two minutes into my trip to Asheville, I spotted a girl in a tie-dyed tanktop hula-hooping down the street. The majority of folks I have met since then haven’t been so stereotypical. But stereotypes exist for a reason, and Asheville pretty much lives up to its hippy rep.
There’s a squirrel who has been raiding the bird feeder on my porch. The last time I caught her munching on birdseed, she did this parkour-style escape in which she bounced off the side wall onto my card table then launched himself over the porch railing into a nearby tree.
This video is not nearly as dramatic, but you’ll get the idea of how Ninja Squirrel operates.
Yesterday’s Supreme Court decision was worrying for many reasons. It’s a setback for women’s health and it may give penny-pinching corporations enough wiggle room to back out of paying for contraception that should be part of comprehensive health care. Most disturbingly, it grants an inordinate amount of power to corporations to impose religious beliefs on its employees–a power not even granted to our federal government.