Sunday, December 21, 2008

Why?

Why did my relatives choose to live in one of the coldest big cities of America? Of course I arrived just in time for the coldest day of the year! It is minus four degrees.

I suppose I should be thankful that my flight was relatively uneventful and only had a slight delay.

On the upside, I am rather proud that on the morning of my flight, I was able to make time to grab a Vietnamese sandwich, shop at the Opening Ceremony sample sale, and stop by the Muji store to pick up last-minute gifts.

Also, for the first time in my life, I changed tops in public at a sample sale. I saw both men and women changing in public! I remember being a little mortified seeing women change in public at a Barney's sample sale last year, but somehow it didn't look as psycho to me this time.

Maybe this sale was a lot calmer than the other one, so it didn't feel as desperate of a situation. Maybe seeing both genders exposing themselves this way, with such shopping determination, made it seem like less of a free show. Maybe I didn't see any saggy old butts at this one, so it was less scary.

So I just faced a corner and changed tops. It wasn't so bad. But I couldn't get myself to change back out of it, (especially because a hetero couple was chatting and discussing what to buy behind me and wouldn't go away). Luckily I did want to buy the top, so I just left it on.

A girl in the checkout line ahead of me said, "That's a really nice top, I didn't see that one!" so that made it all the worthwhile. (This happens a lot when I shop – female strangers telling me something looks great on me. It's to the point that I almost wonder if they're planted by Marketing people, to convince me of buying things.)

I have yet to change bottoms in public, but I have considered it in crowded stores. I saw a woman at this particular sale wore a long sweater, specifically so she could try on jeans, which was rather smart for cold-weather-sample-sale-shopping.

But I think the best wardrobe strategy for attending sample sales is wearing leggings with a tank top or tube top and skirt. And maybe even swimwear, or at least very flattering underwear with good coverage. I'll have to remember that in the future.

Is public clothes-changing one of the rites of passage toward New-Yorker-hood? Or is that just a statement about not caring as much what people think now that I'm older? Or is it a statement about having nicer underclothes? Meh, I'm just glad I have a cute new top... that I can't wear until the weather gets warm again, in at least 3 months.

Anyhoo, my nephew in Chicago is still redonkulously cute, even if he does prefer playing with boys over playing with girls and asks me to draw the one type of toy I'm not good at drawing (construction vehicles). I'm sure that will change eventually.

For now, I will enjoy his toddler antics, such as screaming at the top of his lungs arbitrarily to see how we'll react, obsessing about "bee-doo"s (his word for bulldozer), taking my hand to show me things, not being able to pronounce "s" sounds, and smiling adorably at everyone with a twinkle of mischief in his eye when he wakes up, like it's always time for fun.

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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Hangin' w/ the L.A. homeys

I just got back from another sun-filled trip to L.A. I think I broke a record for the number of neighborhoods I visited. In six days, I went to: West L.A., Torrance, Whittier, Pasadena, Downtown L.A. garment district, Arcadia, Chinatown, Santa Monica, Los Feliz, Beverly Hills, Santa Monica, and Ventura. Good thing my VW Bug is fun to drive around, and the traffic was surprisingly not bad!

I visited my brothers & other relatives, and finally got to meet my 3-month-old nephew, who is super cute. Here are the other trip highlights:
  • KT introduced me to "Dark Angel," featuring my favorite soap/sci-fi actor, Jensen Ackles. We also had a dvd fest of "Entourage" Season 3 to kick off my L.A. mood.

  • Shopping score #1: Macy's friends/family sale. I picked up a Tokidoki gray/black shirt and a leSportsac tote with a summer print involving: skyscrapers, poodles, convertibles, and flowers. How perfect is that!?

  • A delicious Japanese-fusion-tapas sort of meal at Orris on Sawtelle, where this funny old guy on a date, at the next table, gave KT and me the rest of his bottle of wine. And when he saw us photographing our food, he made us take a picture of him. His date was very good-humored about it.

  • Shopping score #2: Angie took me to a new little outlet store on Sawtelle where I got TWO Members-Only-styled jackets -- but cuter, for about TWENTY DOLLARS.

  • Pinkberry: the fruit-topped fro-yo cup of heaven that has taken L.A. & N.Y. by storm. I could eat it everyday. I had it on Sawtelle one day and the next day in Los Feliz... as we saw Griffith Park go up in flames in the distance. It was a surreal moment.

  • Shopping score #3: At the Beverly Center, I discovered Heritage, which is like a slightly nicer Forever 21. I bought a super cute green jumper with heart-shaped buttons. This continues my tradition of buying a sun-dress every time I visit L.A.

  • Private-room karaoke at Yuu Yuu, on Sawtelle, where Jo sang a heartfelt Boys II Men love ballad, KT did Beyoncé's "Irreplaceable" as we danced backup, Angie wailed Def Leppard, and I ambitiously tested my rap skillz on "Fergalicious."

  • Shopping score #4: Also at the Beverly Center, I went to Momoberry, the Hello Kitty boutique for "grown-ups." No, I did not buy the Kimora Lee Simmons diamond-encrusted Hello Kitty ring. But I did buy the dumpling-headed Hello Kitty phone charm.

  • Shopping score #5: I went to Chinatown, in search of a cheongsam. The first one I tried on was a perfect fit!

  • Public karaoke at the Gaslite, where I tried to ignore the guy who couldn't stop spitting when he talked to me. KT did a Fleetwood Mac number, and then I improvised my way through the Lisa Lisa Cult Jam classic, "Lost in Emotion."

  • Catching up with old college friends at Montana Restaurant and Lounge, in Santa Monica, for Olivia's 30th b-day dinner. It was a very L.A. restaurant, where they had drinks like jalapeno martinis and yummy kobe burgers. But best of all, the waiters (and waitresses) are smokin'. They looked like they could have been stars from the CW (formerly known as the WB). I hear it's gonna close in 5 weeks, so check it out while you can!

  • I wore the cheongsam to a Wong Kar Wai-themed closing party for an Asian Film Festival, which was surprisingly packed! The ladies were looking lovely in their vintage dresses. It was partly an outdoor party, on a warm night, and they had good mojitos. A guy was hitting on me, but I told him the sad truth: it was my last night in L.A., I live in S.F., and I'm moving to NYC. So I told him it'd be like a true Wong Kar Wai movie: nothing was going to happen.

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

What I learned from Television

I just listened to the March 16 episode of This American Life, entitled "What I Learned from Television." As usual, it was a great episode. You have to listen to it, if only to hear Ira Glass talk about his love for "The O.C." --a show I also loved (at least for the first season--Seth & Summer are the cutest couple that ever existed, as far as I'm concerned).

The episode made me want to marry someone who would sing stupid title songs to tv shows with me. It also made me think about what I learned from television, and how my relationship with it has changed over the span of my life.

As a kid, I was horribly addicted to it, and I memorized a schedule for all the shows I had to watch after school, all the way from the afternoon cartoons, through the prime-time sitcoms, and even through late-night TV.

I grew up in a very humorless, dysfunctional family, where I felt very isolated for being the only girl, for being the only one raised mostly in America, for being so much younger than everyone else (my two brothers are both about a decade older than me). So TV was my solace, where I had control of the remote, where I could laugh at good-humored jokes, see how somewhat happy families acted, get a window into other peoples' perspectives, and see how other people resolved their own dramas.

As a result, I acted like an incredible brat if anybody tried to change the channel on me. I'd yell at my brothers, "I was here first!!" And it didn't matter if I had already hogged the tv for 5+ hours. I don't know how I got away with that behavior. I think my parents were just tired by the time I came around.

Much to my dismay as an American-raised kid, my Taiwanese-American family mostly didn't understand the jokes in American sitcoms. But that's what I enjoyed the most. I giggled at "Mork 'n' Mindy", "Night Court", "The Cosby Show", "The Wonder Years," and late-night fare, like "The Johnny Carson Show" & "Arsenio Hall." Sometimes my brother, Peter, would actually run from another room to ask me what I was laughing at (which was incredibly disruptive and irritating).

The type of tv programming that I remember my whole family could sit down to, were things like James Bond movies, Superman movies, "That's Incredible," "The Sound of Music," animal documentaries, beauty pageants, "Herbie the Love Bug" movies, "TV's Bloopers and Practical Jokes," Bruce Lee movies, and intense dramas that I was too young to watch, like "The Killing Fields."

Also, if there was any kissing on the television, my brothers and I were quick to change the channel, for fear of Dad yelling at us. But somehow, watching a little violence was okay. And somehow it was okay for my brother Peter to watch and record Benny Hill.

Since high school, my brother Ted, aspired to be a doctor. So he liked watching "St. Elsewhere" and the occasional surgical operation show. I remember grossing out a little, and he'd say, "What!? It's just your body. It's just blood." And I'd try to buck up and watch some doctor jab someone's bloody guts with stitches and needles. Nowadays when people ask me what Ted does, I say he's an E.R. doctor. Just like the tv show, "E.R.", in Chicago!

When I was in grade school, Ted surprised me by cracking up hysterically at cartoons like "Inspector Gadget" or "Danger Mouse," which seemed pretty dumb to me. That was probably when I started to understand campy humor, like those wonderful "Airplane" movies. And on weekends, Ted sometimes got sucked into cooking shows and Bob Ross's painting instruction shows (after I was done watching Saturday Morning cartoons). He was getting all metrosexual before his time! But he didn't appreciate the family sitcoms as much as I did. He was always a cynical sort and found "The Cosby Show" to be really cheesy.

Ted later adapted more to American pop culture by the time he was in high school. And by then we got cable. So from an early age, (probably 8 or so?) I watched an excessive amount of MTV with my brothers. But Ted would scoff at pretty-boy bands like Duran Duran and say, "Oh, girls just like them cuz they think they're cute." And I'd think, "Yeah, that's stupid! I won't be like those stupid girls." (Eventually, this, coupled with the unspoken understanding that we were never to even speak of kissing, made me completely silent about the topic of boys when I was in the presence of my family. Later in life, Ted told me that my family was kind of worried that I was a lesbian!) Ted also scoffed at Michael Jackson for mostly having more dance talent than musical talent. So I developed a taste for New Wave and Alternative Rock, but secretly I enjoyed all that poppy goodness, like Paula Abdul and LL Cool J.

Ted and I also sometimes rented indie films, that nobody else in the family could appreciate. And we'd also watch Siskel & Ebert... Ted was always a good debator and he probably enjoyed that aspect more, but I liked hearing their film analyses. So I'd like to think that watching Ted's tv habits encouraged me to watch more intelligent tv and movies. He also was the one who got me started on watching shows like "Saturday Night Live." And boy, did I learn a lot of things from that show! I remember him cracking up hysterically at the skit where Mel Gibson played "Dream Gynecologist," and then he looked at me sitting there with a blank face. He said, "Do you know what a gynecologist is?" And he was kind enough to explain the joke so I could laugh too. And so began a love for SNL and more grown-up comedies, that challenged me to figure out what the punchlines were really about.

I also have fond memories of watching tv with my mom. We loved watching old Doris Day and Audrey Hepburn films. And she'd tell me how much she grew up loving movies with dashingly handsome actors like Paul Newman, Cary Grant, Gregory Peck, and Rock Hudson. And we'd admire all the pretty fashion of that era. Mom was great, because even though she didn't get all the American jokes, she'd stay up to watch "Moonlighting" and Johnny Carson with me, even if I was probably too young for it.

I even remember watching the music video for "Faith," by George Michael, during which, my mom actually remarked on how some of these videos were so artistic. Yes, this is the video where George Michael is shakin' his ass in aviator glasses, a leather jacket, jeans and a guitar, on a white background, with the occasional glimpse of some lady's hot legs tapping her red heels on a jukebox. It was a mesmerizing video. Mom didn't mind as much if I saw people kissing on tv. She might have gotten a little squirmy (as did I) if something vaguely sexual happened on tv, but she never got all in a huff about it. I appreciated that she trusted me to have the maturity to handle certain shows or subjects.

By the time I got to college, I finally discovered how to have fun without the tv. I didn't need to watch it, which was really remarkable. I didn't even miss it! In fact, I preferred to do OTHER THINGS. I missed several seasons of "Seinfeld," one of the best sitcoms ever, when I was at UCLA, and I didn't even mind that much.

In the summer after sophomore year, I finally moved out of the dorms and into an apartment, with 3 lovely roommates. I got along with them great, except that we had very little in common when it came to TV. When I would have wanted to watch "Seinfeld," two of them would want to watch "Living Single." Even worse, the other roommate's favorite show was "Family Matters." I couldn't believe it. I always wondered who watched these shows, and I finally met one. But I let them watch their wacky shows and miss what I'd normally prefer to watch. I felt like a recovered tv addict. (This is also the apartment where I finally learned to enjoy the occasional Cosmo magazine, that I had looked upon so warily for years. The roommates put me to the ultimate test, though when they put Selena's "Dreaming of You" on our outgoing voicemail recording.)

Nowadays, I have Netflix and super-basic cable. That means no more MTV or even Bravo! Before last year, MTV was still my guilty pleasure on weekends. I still sort of miss shows like "Made," "Pimp My Ride," and "Next." But I feel okay without it now. Instead of sitcoms, nowadays, I love "CSI:NY" and the occasional cheesy reality show. I don't think there are any really good sitcoms anymore. That new one, "Notes from the Underbelly" seems mildly promising. I'll Netflix shows like "Entourage" or "Project Runway" for the good cable shows I'm missing, so I think now I balance a mild dose of tv with other activities in my life.

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Saturday, February 10, 2007

The Best Fortune

I come from a fairly superstitious family, but I don't really consider myself superstitious. Surpisingly, one of my brothers, Ted, a very pragmatic emergency physician, claims that fortune cookies speak the truth. I don't think I quite believe in them as much. But maybe I like to believe them a little if they say something good.

It's like how I wish I could believe in a religion, because then I'd really believe in heaven and reincarnation and all that niceness. But I don't think I can believe in things just because they're nice. I'm not going to believe in unicorns, just because I think they are awesome. I think it's pretty much over when we die. But that doesn't stop me from enjoying the beauty and miracle of life.

Then again, sometimes I do consider the possibility of an afterlife, like when my other brother, Peter, survived a plane crash. The amazing part of that story is not just that he survived a horrific plane crash, but that when he was a baby, a fortune teller told our grandfather that Peter would be the sole survivor of a plane crash. He wasn't the sole survivor, but it was pretty darn close enough.

Peter knew about this fortune teller's prediction when he was on that plane, so even though he was frightened during the crash, it probably helped him believe that he would survive, while everyone else probably thought they would die. After this happened, it sort of made me think that maybe our parents were watching out for us from the afterlife.

Or maybe I should consider these fortunes more seriously.

Maybe eight years ago, I took a trip to Japan with my boyfriend at the time. Our relationship was already getting rather tenuous, but I decided not to worry about that until after the trip was over. But the first day we were there, he decided to bring up whether we should break up. I couldn't believe his audacity. That was pretty much reason enough to break up. So we did.

But we had to spend the rest of the week together in Japan! It was a little awkward. I basically dealt with it by making sarcastic, cutting remarks at him for the rest of the trip, and he would just laugh it off. But honestly, it was pretty upsetting to me. (Ironically, he wanted to get back together with me a year later, but that is another story.)

So we decided that for one day on the trip, the ex and I would split up to travel separately. He didn't eat fish, and I wasn't going to leave Japan without having some sushi.

On that day, I went to the Asakusa Shinto temple. They have a tradition, where you buy a fortune. You shake a box of sticks and pull out one stick, which has a number on it. You then match that number to a wall of little drawers, where you pull out a fortune. Some fortunes are bad, and some are good. If you have a good one, you keep it. If you have a bad one, you roll it up and tie it at the temple so in hopes that the spirits will take the bad luck away.

I had an English-speaking volunteer at the temple help me do this, since I couldn't read the Japanese numbers. When I handed him my stick, he read the number and said, "Ohh, I think I know this one. I think it's a good one." He pulled out the paper fortune for me and read it and said, "Yes, it's what I thought. You got the best one."

He wasn't exaggerating. It was actually titled, "No. 99, The Best Fortune":

Side B

In spite of my skepticism about fortunes, I was totally amazed. It was the assurance I needed, right when I needed it. So I thought, maybe I do believe this.

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So yesterday, after having had a crummy week, I took this piece of paper out again. Whether it's real, or just a self-fulfilling prophecy, or just a complete delusion, it's nice to feel like I have something to look forward to.

(BTW, that ex is now married, and I'm still single. I guess I'm still waiting. Hmm.)

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