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Donald Duk was the best book I have ever read from the perspective of Chinese Americans. From the first page Donald was not only my little brother but he was also myself. Even though I am an Alaskan, raised with… Continue Reading →
On Monday and Wednesday evening I have Japanese language class, which I look forward to all week. I learned Spanish during a year long trip in Central America back in 2007 and then studied Hindi before traveling to India in… Continue Reading →
The novel we read last week hit me like a pillowcase full of soap bars. Before reading it the closed-minded and cold hearted side of me though, “What is a few years in a camp? Free food. Free shelter. Family… Continue Reading →
Many people leave Alaska during winter to faraway lands with thousands saved from summer work to stay in a spoiled state of fat bellied drunkenness. They often use credit cards to buy tickets home because they are flat broke. They… Continue Reading →
This class is doing to me exactly what I wanted. It is opening my eyes, heart and mind. My entire life I have turned a cold shoulder to Asian American authors, artists and film makers. For some reason I have… Continue Reading →
Ghost in the Shell is not a movie I will buy but I would be willing to re-watch it. The computer graphics were state of the art but the unbelievable acting and poor casting made the movie somewhat boring and… Continue Reading →
The first week of Asian American Pop Culture shattered my ignorance about the harsh realities faced by immigrants both past and present. I didn’t realize my narrow Alaskan view of Asian Americans homogenized dozens of cultures into one; a subtle… Continue Reading →
A list of words I wrote in class to describe my feeling of home. Silence, Top Ramen, kimchi, Spam, full belly, rice, salmon, nature, laughter, animals, skateboarding, snow, storms, native Alaskans, incense, sage, candles, love, listening, focus, expression, friends, music,… Continue Reading →