This is what my writing look like these days.

What does all of this mean?

Does it matter?

Is there a point?

To whom?

Do I have a responsibility to...?
Is it wrong to...?
Why does it...?

When do I...?

Can't we just...?
~  ~  ~

Certainties unhinged, 

Fell by the wayside at the very first inkling of that-which-inspires.

Uncertainties.

Connections,

Tenuous, frail, precious.

Unattainable.

A glimpse. 

A moment.

A realization.

~ ~ ~ 

Where will we be in 10 years?

 

Something about Gun Control

I'm coming across a lot of drafts in my emails where I've started to rant against something that's meant for social media consumption, only to not be posted due to my own reticence.
But nah. Let's do this. Clearly I'll have something about Trump later.

From...the last time there was a mass shooting:
We set up our government so that our Presidents don't get to do whatever they feel like. This is particularly true when the Congress in place is run by a different political party. On top of this President's agenda, I imagine, is to radically reduce incidences where he has to give a "tragedy struck our nation" speech by way of gun violence. He has given many since taking office.

By the way, I live in a gun-owning household.
He has called for common-sense gun control laws, which has NOT included the BANNING of weapons. Our congress, who have been proudly, openly, obstructionists in this and many other regards, have accused him of wanting to undermine the second amendment and accusing him of just that - the banning of weapons. Reasons for why they conflate the two are clearly political. Reasons why anyone continues to accuse this President - I'm going to see this through a rhetorically comic frame - is that they're simply, mistaken.
Since we cannot change people, we must change laws. This is the way we've set up this country -- we have drunk driving laws because apparently some of us didn't know we shouldn't get into a car when we're drunk and they wind up killing people. We have laws against smoking in public places because even though smokers know smoking can cause cancer and choose to smoke, enough of them don't seem to mind it happening to someone else, including their own children. We have laws for littering because some of us literally can't figure shit out or throw them where they belong. We have laws because we're deeply flawed humans who need to be protected from one another.
For you who are "against politics," "disinterested," "don't like it," --- by virtue of your citizenry, it is a privilege and a responsibility. Politics happen whether or not you like it, or are paying attention. Politics have real implications. You can let it happen to you, or you can figure out how to work with it. Just because it hasn't happened to you or your loved ones doesn't absolve you of responsibility. Find a cause --- #GetPolitical.
If you're tired of my posts --- I wish you well, but I hope something will always nag at you at the back of your mind. That while you're counting your blessings and happily living your life and going about your business, there are people hurting who needed you to listen to them, to stand next to them, and to speak for them.

Six Digits

As of today, 116k + views of my Google + page.  Which in the real world, doesn't quite add up to anything. Google + by all measures has proven to be a bust, and Blogs have now been relegated to shelf space somewhere above a News Forum, but far beneath a 6-second Vine.

I am OK with this development given how this has always served for me, an avenue that resembles more like a Journal entry than a public space for mass consumption.  Might I have been more prolific and written more entries that documented my life these past few years? Sure, but writing for the sake of writing hasn't been as compelling as it used to be.

Nevertheless, here we are, close to a year since my last post... which serves more as a reminder of the seemingly meteoric speed of time passing than anything else.

What's on my mind?

A vacation.

A couple of friends commented on how lucky I was to be able to travel. Strangely, I felt it necessary to correct them. "Luck? It's not luck. I worked hard, saved money, and am traveling. "Still, you're lucky to get to travel." "Why? I purposely picked a career that allows me to take time off..."

They weren't convinced.

So what is luck?

To answer this question, I went to Google. Which naturally led me to Wikipedia where I found this:

"The definition of luck (or chance) varies by philosophical, religious, mystical, or emotional context of the one interpreting it; according to the classic Noah Webster's dictionary, luck is "a purposeless, unpredictable and uncontrollable force that shapes events favorably or unfavorably for an individual, group or cause".^[1] Yet the author Max Gunther defines it as "events that influence one's life and are seemingly beyond one's control.""

Accordingly, or rather, denotatively, I am correct in my initial reaction. A vacation is not a product of uncontrollable forces... but that of appropriate planning.

Which now has me thinking... what are we really saying when we comment on someone else's seemingly stroke of luck?

You get to do something that I don't get to do. Something is happening to you that doesn't happen to me. 

In a sense, calling someone lucky is to remove their agency. That what happened was not of their doing. Which brings us back to the original question... so what IS luck?

Luck is happening upon a dollar bill. Unless you put yourself at a certain location where you know people lose their change. 

Luck is turning your head and spotting a friendly face in an unexpected place.  Unless you've secretly been stalking someone and you HOPE they turned up at this location. 

... then I remembered reading in different places where people described luck as "preparation meeting opportunity."

And so back to Google I went, and found this.

Leave it to Harvard Business Review to give me a run for my money... 

In Retrospect

The lady looked at us and said, "let's pause for a moment and open  up the discussion, if any one of you would like to say something about how you feel about this issue, I'd invite you to so!"

I paused, thought of what I wanted to share, and raised my hand.

I opened my mouth. Stuttered, tears spilled over and I became so choked up no other words came out except for "Oh I'm so sorry... please excuse me a minute..."

The room grew deadly quiet as the moderator tried to comfort me, everyone stared. It was not how I had imagined it in my head.

~~~

So on a whim, and looking to make some extra cash, I spotted an ad on Craigslist for an Asian-American Focus Group that required two hours of time on a Saturday, paid $50 and food would be provided. Never one to turn down food, I called the listed number. The woman over the phone asked me questions to make sure I matched the profile, and then asked a series of questions that provided clues to the nature of the focus group, without explicitly telling me what it was. She wanted to find out where I stood on social issues, and whether I'd be open-minded about hearing from those who stood on the other side. "Of course!" I said, "I would LOVE to hear their argument."

That Saturday came, and I found my way to a nondescript building in Pasadena, and met others who'd responded to the ad. There were only 7 of us, all Asian-American women and between the age range of 21-early 30's. Most were still in school, with the oldest being an attorney.The moderator, a kind-looking woman in her 40's handed each of us a stack of papers, I quickly flipped through the pages and enjoyed an inner chuckle and a swell of confidence. It appeared we were going to be discussing marriage equality today.

Now marriage equality, those words hadn't meant too much to me 5 years ago. I'd no real ties to the LGBT community, but 5 years ago I attended my first rehearsal with Vox Femina Los Angeles, an all-women choral ensemble whose focus was on giving women of all backgrounds, sexual orientation, voice. Following the two and a half hours long rehearsal, a friend of mine who'd joined the group with me that season, she and I walked to the parking lot, and in hushed tones, put our heads together and giggled, "sooo... who do you think was a lesbian?"

Looking back, and knowing what I know now, the way we looked at our now-friends then almost resembled how one would imagine an exotic species of animal. It was our first encounter with a group of grown women, some of whom were lesbians, and there was a very human reaction of being uncertain of the unknown, a curiosity. My friend and I had cast the women as "they". The "lesbians". We scratched our heads and wondered who was "butch" and who was "lipstick," terms we'd learned from the media and who knows where else.

Aided by a shared love of music, the process of becoming one with the group was ginger, slow, and organic. Until one day, the mystical "they" were just my friends. They saw me grow from a 25-year-old not-quite-sure-who-I-am into "yes, I am a woman." They were my friends who experienced the same joys, heartache, illnesses, unnecessary drama as any of my other friends.They were my friends who taught me how to be friends with women.

Without knowing I'd done so, I'd arrived at my focus group with the women in Vox by my side. They were there when I answered every question, when I abruptly burst into tears as I tried with my might to share their stories. The incredible women with their incredible families.  Women, who even with strong support systems, have had to wait for their turn at the altar.  My friends are young, my friends are old, my friends defy every stereotype that I had in my mind when I first met them.  My friends are women, personified.

~~~

The panel ended soon after that. I left, drained.

Later, I felt an enormous sense of relief, as if I'd passed a test. My tears somehow assured me that what I felt for my friends were genuine, that my pursuit of equality for my friends was on the right course...

I told this story in a class, more tears were shed, but my professor found my tone preachy. I understand... but I'm glad I did it. I will keep telling their stories because whereas I found a cause, my friends have lived it. They continue to live it. Everyday.


[Drafted in 2011, posted 11/14/14]

We're up to 31,000...!

Creepy...!  Must figure out who is looking, and what they/you are looking at...!

In the meantime, here's some food for thought --- a brief introduction into what's been twirling in my head, before I fully hop onto my soapbox. 

Oftentimes I see memes or posts on social media and credible sites with this tagline: "What Other People Think of Me is None of My Business."

Go ahead and try it, type that in under Google images and you'll find that Coco Chanel's been quoted as having said this, as has Dr. Wayne Dyer, the self-help guru, as has Simon Cowell, just for good measures. From my search I also found that it's a title of a book that was published in 1988, which I now feel obligated to buy a used copy to see if I can understand the original intentions.  This way I can find out if it does lie in contradiction to what we then do upon others when it comes to relationships, which is to assert our wants and expecting the other to modify their behavior to suit ours.  It seems a double-standard... and I hate double-standards. 

Think for a second. If both people in the relationship truly believed in this idea that we should fully embrace who we are, and love ourselves, our minds, bodies, flaws, strengths, etc. which is the essence of this saying... does it not fly in the face of other self-help, motivational and relational coaches who speak of the need to assert oneself by voicing our needs and articulating these thoughts to our partners?  Are we not expecting our partners to acknowledge what we've said, and beyond that, to then make appropriate adjustments?  In other words, try reversing the roles. If your loved one speaks to you earnestly about something they felt with regards to your actions or words having a certain influence, are you so sage that you say to them, "Thank you for bringing them to my attention, I will take them into advisement..." and... that's it?  It's either my business or it's not is what this the tagline is telling me... but isn't it at least KIND OF my business?  Especially if I am potentially unintentionally being inconsiderate or thoughtless? Is it not possible that I AM capable of having flaws? Can I NOT feel complimented if what they think of me is positive?  

I am no cynic, nor am I anti-self-help-like things... but the simplification of these ideas drive me just a teeny bit crazy. 

Thus, food for thought. More on this later. I also don't want to be accused of simplifying something that could be more complicated than what I've synthesized in one paragraph.

Have a good weekend. :) 

29,840 views and counting...

What.

There are 29,000+ users on Google+?

Who's looking at my page? 

Are YOU looking at my page?

Who ARE you....?  :) 


So yes, color me surprised when I saw that I had that many views of my Google+ page. 
It's rather odd to think that while I am open to posting my thoughts on this particular format, 
that there are actually those who might actually read this.  

Anyhow, I've a real entry that I'm marinating on, and it deals with this idea of 
"What others think about me is none of my business," that I hear thrown around.
I've some thoughts about this and other fun self-empowering quotations so will get to it very, 
very soon. 

For now I'll simply say, drop a line in the comments section if you DO happen upon this entry. 
Would like to know when and if I'm having a conversation, as opposed to simply a monologue.

Have a good one! Take care of yourself! Smile!

2:14am we meet again

Tempted to begin a new blog titled, "Chronicles of Higher Teaching: Accounts of a Freeway-Flyer." 

The reality of adjunct teaching finds one commuting between multiple campuses in order to have enough teaching assignments to qualify as working full-time. However, that distinction doesn't carry an overwhelming amount of weight since individual campuses calculate its own course load... so full-time just means you're REALLY BUSY without the benefits of those who are actually full-time faculty members. Chuckle. 

For one who has historically been a bit of a commitment-phobe when it comes to employment, I am perfectly content working semester-to-semester, or only part-time, if it means I have extra time to pick up another 4 hobbies. However, once I commit, I am COMMITTED. So students, if you're reading this, fear not, like I said in class, I'm here to make sure you get your money's worth when it comes to learning in my classroom. Otherwise we're all just wasting our time, right?

But back to my point, the part where I find myself hired, as of this week, by three different campuses. Three different sets of thrilling challenges, three diverse population of students, and three avenues for me to explore. The prologue to my chronicles have thus been written:  She came, she saw, she liked what saw, and it was good. 

2:22am, time to turn in so I can wake up to polish up the lessons for the day. I do hope the weather cools sooner than later, Hot Elliptical is not quite the same as Hot Yoga, at least the latter is planned...

Have a good week!