Sunday, February 19, 2017

Executive Order 9066

Today marks 75 years since Executive Order 9066 was issued.

This is a picture of my family.  

All but my grandmother were American born.  Everybody hear was interned, including my 10 year old dad.  They lost their business and home, and were separated into different camps. When your own country does this to you, it impacts the rest of your life.

Growing up, I heard very little about the internment.  They talked about the barbed wire that kept them in.  They talked about how polite all the Japanese Americans were.  My dad remembers having to sleep in a horse stable.  And...that's kind of it.

My dad is quiet, serious, a worrier who internalizes his worrying.  Stoic.  Outwardly unexpressive.  He's kind of the stereotype of what you'd consider a traditional old Japanese man to be.  What I find interesting, however, is that he told my mom (who then told me) how he used to be less serious and less of a worrier before internment.  He was...a kid.  In many ways, his childhood ended at 10, when he was imprisoned by his country.

I always jokingly say that only my face and my name are Japanese, since I identify so strongly with being American.  I am eating a cheeseburger as I type this, and I'm watching Cars :)  I'm also, apparently, an 8 year old.  Growing up, I was not aware of people treating me any differently because of my ethnicity (they probably did, here and there, and I just didn't realize it...), and even now, when I'm confronted with overt racism with negative intentions, my first reaction is confusion.

But if Japanese internment were to happen again today, I would be interned.  It doesn't matter that I was born in California.  It doesn't matter that I can't speak, read, or write any Japanese.  It doesn't matter that I will always choose the cheeseburger over sushi :D  (I really love cheeseburgers, you guys.)

This seems, unfortunately, like a much more important subject to broach at this time of history.  

Yes, bad things happen from time to time.  But staying open to the good means that sometimes you're going to let bad things in.  I suppose it's just a matter of understanding that the good will outweigh the bad.

I have a food analogy, of course.

Chipotle accidentally poisoned a bunch of people, right?  Yet, we did not close down and ban all restaurants.  We didn't close and ban all "Mexican" restaurants!  (is that what chipotle is?)  We...didn't even permanently close Chipotle!  Most people forgave Chipotle and went back!  And yes, there are some people who reacted with, "Uh, I'm gonna pass on the Chipotle, thanks."  But they're not trying to shut down all restaurants.

This is the best analogy I can think of right now.  I also have a fever, so that might be fever talk.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Oops...did I do it again?

Have I really not updated in 3 months?

Has anybody noticed?

Okay, bullet point update:

  • I played with Disturbed when they came to SF. 
  • I made an attempt to go skydiving....but it was too cloudy. So instead, my friends and I drove around Monterey and went to open houses.
  • I played an Il Volo show.
  • I finally came out with a new youtube video! The Hills by The Weeknd 
  • I broke up with Comcast and am now seeing Roku and SlingTV
  • Went to the SF How Weird Street Faire - I high fived Jesus.
  • I finished P90x. Never have to exercise again, right?
  • SAW YO-YO MA! He did not return my tweets. I still like him.
  • Had an awful Uber ride that resulted in uber calling me and apologizing. I have not used them since, however.
  • Shot a music video for work and spent a day in the studio. :)
  • Had my final orchestra concert of the season. SHOSTAKOVICH 10! Also, here is Beyonce dancing a movement:
  • I chopped off a bunch of my hair (and brought the blue up).  So far, I'm quite enjoying it.
  • I saw Apocalyptica!  It was loud ^_^  And I got pushed by a very large man trying to start a mosh pit.
  • I caught up with two former students, both of whom are about to or just graduated high school! It's kind of adorable when former students, who are now adults, want to hang out. I forced them both to eat ice cream from Humphrey Slocombe.
  • I said good-bye to one of my favorite people at work :(

I guess that's it?

I suppose I do a slightly better job at updating on twitter and instagram.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Sick =P

I was last sick the day after Thanksgiving in 2011.  (I remember, because I initially thought it was the effects of having eaten 7 pounds of food....but actually, I had the flu.)

Much like everything else I do, when I get sick, I go all in.  I have a 104+ temperature (though I've never hit 105 because...death) and I'm usually down for at least 5 days.

Having said that, when teaching, I usually still went to school in this condition.  Why?  Because nobody wants to be a substitute for someone who has 500 students and has to commute between schools and hit 5 grade levels.

Well, this week, I got sick.  In fact, I got sick somewhere between 9:00 - 10:00PM on Monday, at rehearsal.  We had break, I was fine.  By the end, I felt sick.  I immediately took Cold Eeze because THAT STUFF WILL SAVE YOU.  Seriously.  I've tried it all (mostly during my teaching years).  Airborne doesn't help, vitamin C, none of it.  I'm telling you right now, COLD EEZE.  Immediately.

Despite that, I woke up on Tuesday and went, "Oh man, I feel awful."  I had a temperature a little over 100, which is still relatively low for me.  "I can do it, I can go to work.  I can go to work even though I feel awful."  I spent so many years just rallying and forcing my body to deal that that was my automatic response.

I then stopped and went, "Wait...I don't have to go to work.  In fact, I don't even have to work....after I do releases."  It was mind blowing.  I was sick...and...I could just stay home and rest??


Sometimes, I am so grateful for small things that it is actually sad.

Friday, January 1, 2016

2016 Update!

Thank goodness, 2016.  

Here is what I have been up to since last updating.

1.) I played with the Trans Siberian Orchestra.  It rained ash on me.  I smelled a little BBQ-y afterward.

2.) After stalking it for months, I bought a new cello case!  (The last one was bought in 2000?)  It's 6.4 pounds and bright orange.  I waited until the Cyber Monday sale and then bought it from Guitar Center.  

3.) I dyed my hair blue.  Well.  In phases.  It has now been bleached multiple times and I have an ombre black to blue happening.  In the sun, it's glorious.  Inside my office you can't tell my hair is blue at all and the whole thing still looks black.  It's really funny to be with someone and go FROM indoors to outdoors and have them go, "Wait...your hair is blue!"

4.) I found childhood pictures of me.  I was adorable.

Friday, November 27, 2015

Classic Mom

Leftover rolls sounded like a good life decision, this morning.

I popped two into the toaster oven, selected "bake" and then realized that my parents' toaster oven doesn't let you just bake need to specify the amount of time.  I set the time to 15 minutes, knowing it would take less, and my mom exclaimed, "15 minutes?!"

"I'll stop it before then, but I don't want to set it for 5 minutes and then have to reset everything when it's not long enough."

"Are you sure you want 15 minutes?" asked my mom, which is her way of saying 15 minutes is too long!


After 1 minute, "Don't you want to check on your rolls?"  This is her way of saying you should check o the rolls.  My mom is very passive aggressive that way.

"Nope."  I am more direct.  :)

After a few more minutes, "Do you want me to check on the rolls for you?" she asks.

"Nope, it's fine."

A few more minutes go by.

She goes to the toaster oven and exclaims, "The rolls are burning!!!"  Now, you have to understand, she said "the rolls are burning" but it was exclaimed with the same panic that one might exclaim, "Your baby is on fire!"

"Do you want me to turn off the toaster oven?!"

"Nope," I say.  I was very doubtful that anything was horrifically burning, considering it didn't smell like it was burning.

"Should I put it on warm?" she asks.

"Nah, it's okay."  I was slicing some apples and wanted to finish it.

"I'm going to put it on warm," she fusses.

I finish up my apples, and walk over to the toaster oven.  My rolls are nice and golden brown - toasty on the outside and warm and fluffy on the inside.  You a roll.

"Are they too burned to eat?" asks my mother.

I start to wonder if she has sustained some kind of head injury.

"No...they're good."

Man, what is it like to lead a life where you get that stressed out over dinner rolls?  They weren't even hand made dinner rolls...they were bought in a 12 pack from the store.  It'll be okay.  Even if they caught on could probably have still eaten the bottom.

When dinner came around, I left my room and walked to the kitchen.

"It smells like burning," I announce.

"I burned the rolls," says my mom.

Because I'm the nicest person in the world, I say nothing.  I didn't even laugh at her.  Well, I mean, I laughed on the inside.  I'm not dead inside.

In a nutshell, that is my mom.  ^_^

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Forget / F**k You! (a onenaoko interpretation of Cee Lo's song)

I was listening to this song a while back, not paying it much attention, when it got to the bridge and the dope bass line really stuck out.  "Whoa!....I'm putting this on the list."  It seemed like a fun lighthearted video to do, and who hasn't wanted to tell somebody, at some point, "f**k you!"

Or at the very least, "I don't like you.  You need to go over there now."

My favorite part, aside from the bass line, is the "ooh ooh ooh!"s that come after Cee Lo sings.  I'm not sure why they seem so funny to me.  I like the idea of someone angrily saying "f**k you!" to someone, and backup singers appearing to go "ooh ooh ooh!"

In other news, my last day of working two jobs was yesterday.

I'm relieved.  It hasn't really hit me yet.  I think it probably will during the week, when I come home and don't have to work another 2-4 hours.  I also am glad I don't have to spend 10-16 hours working on the weekend anymore :)

While everyone always says, "I don't know how you do it," with the whole 70-75 hours a week (ish), people don't quite grasp just HOW much time I spent working when I was a teacher.  70 hours minimum was my work week.  I was honestly probably closer to 80.  My "me time" was me going to the grocery store.  I do not recommend this type of lifestyle, actually.  But in comparison, working 70ish hours doing very different worked seem fairly easy and doable.

I now ask myself: what am I going to do with all my time??

Sleep.  I hope the answer is sleep.  And maybe I'll start watching tv again.  And practicing more.  And making more videos.  And I'd like to learn how to skateboard.

I'm sure I'll think of something :)

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Producing a song

It has been a busy week.

Fun, but busy.

At work, we are producing a song, for all intensive purposes.  We took a song, spruced it up a bit, took it from a piano background to piano, drums, bass, ukulele, and cello (this is why I'm involved), recorded it, mastered it, and shot a music video for it.

Yeah, my job is super cool.