In light of the discovery of Rachel Dolezal being white and not actually black as she claims, a lot of questions of race come up. Well we now know she’s white but she seems to think and live her life otherwise. In terms of race, and looking at being Asian, do you actually have to be Asian to be an Asian? What does being Asian even mean? Can others represent us and/or understand us? Can they speak for us? And educate others about being Asian? Or is the Asian experience just being Asian? What does being Asian mean to you?
Valentine’s Day might be over, but that doesn’t mean you can’t pull out that romantic playlist. Here’s mine, what’s yours?
“Say You Love Me” Fleetwood Mac
“Kiss of Life” Sade
“Tender Love” Force MD’s
“I Would Die 4 U” Prince
“Again” Janet Jackson
“Love Come Down” Evelyn Champagne King
“Saturday Love” Cherrelle and Alexander O’Neal
“All I Do” Tammi Terrell
“Maps” Yeah Yeah Yeahs
I watch an incredible amount of reality TV. In fact I watch the reality show about people watching TV, The People’s Couch. I enjoy watching people on TV watching TV. Clearly I will watch anything. What are your reality favorites if any and/or what’s your dream reality show if you could green light ?
PHILIP: I can’t say I’ve been a fan of reality TV. I’m much more of a scripted guy. But there are those guilty pleasures that pop up once in awhile–one of them is the Animal Planet show Finding Bigfoot. Even though I’m pretty sure they’ll never find Bigfoot (and if they did, we would’ve heard about it already), there’s something about the show that’s addicting despite that fact that they never find Bigfoot at the end of every episode.
I’d be interested in finding a good idea for a reality series that I could be part of but I can’t say what that would be–since it seems like pretty much almost every topic is covered by one reality show or another already, it’d have to be something unique that hasn’t been done before. And like the Supreme Court definition of porn, I’ll know it when I see it.
How much is too much for a meal? How much would you pay for food? In Hawaii, Vintage Cave has a set menu price of $295 and Sushi Ginza Onodera has a omakase set menu price of $250. Would you pay this much for just one dinner (drinks not included)? How much do you value what you eat, and the way it is prepared and presented? What’s the most you’ve paid for a meal?
ALFREDO: For the meal itself, I have no idea what I would be willing to pay. I like good food, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not really a “foodie,” so it comes down to the overall experience for me – yes, what I’m putting in my belly, but more importantly, who I am with, my state of mind, the million and one particulars of that moment. For a great food “experience,” I don’t mind opening my wallet. I have one dear friend who always makes me laugh no matter what kind of day or week or year I’m having: with him, ridiculously overpriced sushi or cold pizza out of the fridge are pretty much the same to me.
Batter up. It’s baseball season. I’m a really big baseball fan. Really. I love to keep score, and have many filled books of games from years past. My team is the Boston Red Sox. It’s a team I inherited from my Dad, a real fan who never left them when he could have. When I was younger, we’d travel around the US going to baseball games. I’ve been lucky enough to go to 11 different major league ballparks; my parents have been to every single one (the old ones that are now gone, and even the new ones). I have great memories of Fenway Park, fried dough, the Citgo sign, the kid at the chowder stand, the Green Monster, Pedro, Papi, Manny… I was lucky enough to go to 16 games during the 2004 Championship Season with my friends Hua and Joey. And of course, we went to the parade. The thing is… I didn’t even live in Boston. At the time, I lived in New York. Winning the championship in 2004 was one of the best memories of my life.
Do you have any baseball stories, memories, favorite teams, favorite players? Do you even like baseball?
I think New Year’s resolutions are shit. No one is ever that resolute. According to Forbes, 2 out of 3 of us make new year’s resolutions but only 8% keep them. Maybe we need to take a different approach. That being said, here’s my new year’s resolutions list. What do you resolve to do in 2014? P.S. We have until Jan 31 to start! Woo hoo!
1. Drink more water (this is number one every year, ugh, I am so dehydrated!)
2. Do not watch more than 3 episodes of Law & Order in a row (this includes CI, SVU, any Law & Order) – 3-hour time suck is more acceptable than 6-hour time suck
3. Keep cheering for the Knicks even when it gets depressing, frustrating and sad (bye Carmelo???)
4. French fries are no longer considered a meal from this point on, even if it’s smothered with cheese and/or gravy
5. Go to the beach more (this should be the easiest since I live on an island with many beaches)
According to the 2013 world happiness report published by the UN, the world overall is .5 percent happier from 2010-2012 than it was from 2005-2007. But US number actually dropped 3%. We are ranked the 17th happiest country wedged between Ireland (#18) and Mexico (#16). Denmark is the happiest country. Are you happy? What is happy/happiness? How do you measure it?
JEROME: I’m pretty happy. I would say happiness is a measurement of your blood alcohol level, with a higher number meaning more happiness.
In honor of Honolulu-based artist Dana Paresa’s show Uncontrollable Urge at ii Gallery (Honolulu, HI), which illustrates compulsions, obsessions, mania, delusions and other ways of the mind, I ask, what is your mental diagnosis? Case in point, Amanda Bynes recent descent into Twitter hell and her constant run-ins with the Fuzz.
ANDERSON: I don’t think I have any major mental setbacks but if I were to pinpoint one, it would be getting slight anxiety when I meet new people. I have become more of an introvert over the years. Hmm, maybe that is a bigger “problem?”
I am not as social as I was before, I hate crowds and I hate mixers, especially ones where you have to interact with new people. Is it because I am just becoming a curmudgeon as I get older or is this a symptom of something bigger? Someone diagnose me.
So, at the end of this season, the NBA’s New Orleans Hornets will be the New Orleans Pelicans. (It’s yet to be determined if Charlotte can get the “Hornets” name back, but really who cares, the Charlotte Bobcats have bigger problems, like being at the bottom of the East.) And for everyone that thinks pelicans are pussies (hey, I did), check this out:
Yikes. But really this leads me to this question. Do you like birds? Do you have a bird story to share? I hate birds.
Since Halloween is this week, let’s talk about incidents from the past that scared you silly, either real or a figment of your imagination. It could be a coat rack that you mistook for a shadowy man in your room or if you believe in the supernatural, it could be a situation where you truly believed something happened like a haunting or something similar. Either way, let’s try to scare the living crap out of each other with this week’s ATH!
I don’t have a strong preference for how I like my eggs. I sometimes crave poached, and sometimes I really want scrambled well-done. I love hard boiled eggs with shoyu and easy over eggs on rice. I’m all over the place. And I’m afraid this is the reason I’m single (see Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride before the happy ending). Do you have a go-to egg order? How do you like your eggs done?
ROGER: As a child, I ALWAYS had to have my eggs scrambled. I would then scoop them up and put them into one slice of white bread and eat it like a taco. At most, I would dab it in some Heinz ketchup for some flavor and effect. It was all about keeping it simple, predictable, and consistent (though I wasn’t aware of it at the time). As an adult, my egg preference has evolved. I still LOVE scrambled and have it prepared scrambled 62% of the time I consume eggs. But if I also like to have my eggs over hard. That evolution happened when I was about 22 years old for reasons I have yet to understand. Perhaps it coincided with the exact time I lost my virginity. Moving on… It’s a trickier proposition to order, over hard that is, because I like to have my yolk fully cooked AND the egg whites surrounding it not to be overly-fried and/or burned. At most, I enjoy them with just a slight dash of salt and/or a dab of ketchup. Again – simple, predictable, and consistent.