Thursday, August 3, 2017

I'm Magical

Yesterday, I waited for the bus wearing a colorful skirt and rainbow Doc Martens.

Unfortunately, I missed the bus and the next one was 20 minutes away, so I decided to treat myself a $4 Lyft line (because I'm WORTH it, you guys).

The person had just passed me, turned around, and swung by.

"It's you!" he exclaimed.
I had no idea who he was.
"I passed by you going the other direction and noticed you! I, that girl has a funky style."

Thank you? Yes, let's go with that!

We listened to the news, and he raved about the woman talking. He admired her progressiveness. "She's a hero of mine," he confided.  "She's a...she's....she's a SHERO."

Oh my god, yes.

Why is this not a thing? Or is it a thing and I just don't know about it?

I can be your shero, baby....

I'm in.

Coming home, there were two little girls around 3 years old, waiting with their dad for the elevator while I checked my mail. I heard one of them loud-whisper to her dad, "Look at that girl! She's magical!"


Thanks for noticing, awesome little girl.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

I'm still alive!

I was going to start this by saying I got my second tattoo today, but then realized I never mentioned my first tattoo, back in February.

My first tattoo is Japanese characters spelling out Tomiko, my maternal grandmother's name.  She was the first relative who not only was amused by my oddball antics, but actually encouraged me.  Everyone needs someone rooting for them, who is rooting for their true authentic self, right?

My second tattoo is the alchemy symbol for copper, which represents balance, artistic creativity, love, and beauty.  It also looks pleasantly balanced and symmetrical, which I love.

What else?

My work wife, Hana, the other half of Hanaoko, left.  It was a sad, sad day, but I'm glad she did what was right for her.

I got Scrum Certified: I am now a Scrum Master.

I made a secret new cello video that I can't show anybody yet, because it was for our company's hackathon - maybe in a couple weeks!

I played a gig with the 2cellos!

They're legit, you guys!  It was also fascinating watching someone play in thumb position on an electric cello while sitting behind them!  I could see the palm of his hand; a vantage point I've never had before.

Other than that, it has been a lot of work.  A LOT of work.  I mean...not "being a teacher" amount of work, but still....a lot.

BUT, I am finally taking a vacation, come the end of August!  Hooray!  By then, it will have been one year since taking time off, and so I'm really looking forward to relaxing.  I have plans to go to Pismo Beach and be a lazy bum for a few days.  Eat.  Drink.  Sleep.  Read.  Listen to music.  Do some writing.  Eat.  Sleep.  Go for a walk.  You get the idea.


That reminds me, I read a book: The Book Of Joy.  I was inspired to pick this up after watching the Dalai Lama on John Oliver, and remembering how much I like him.  He makes me feel happier by just being around him!  Just reading the book made me feel calmer, happier, and helped me feel peaceful and cheerful - even more than normal!  Two thumbs up!  Highly recommended.  Three thumbs up.  Four?  ALL the thumbs.

I am currently looking for new book recommendations, though in the meantime I am reading the entire Harry Potter series over again.

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.