Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Tell it like it is

Losar is underway and the NYT and Atimes marked the Tibetan New Year with stories about the seething people of Tibet, pinned down by the boot of Communist China.

Kent Ewing in the Atimes wants to know when the policy will change. He hits on the real deal in Tibet briefly, way down in his article:

"... Unless, of course, Beijing succeeds in virtually wiping out its cultural and religious heritage - and that would be a far greater tragedy."

That is exactly what is going down. The Chinese are learning from the Americans. What did the US do to the natives:

Your god? a wimp, worship ours or die!
Your language? primitive, speak ours or die!
Your way of life? laughable, become us or die!

And this is exactly what China wants to have happen in Tibet. They don't give two shits about the cultural legacy of 6 million nomads the West seems to love so much. Shit there are more people in Chengdu then in all of Tibet. China want them all to become Han or die. Period. The only thing that will change this inevitable death by "boa constrictor" would be a Holocaust, eliciting enough guilt that the international community steps in and makes another Israel-Gaza-West Bank strip of death. But Chinese aren't Palestinians and the Tibetan diaspora has a long way to go before they can match the Jewish Lobby.

The best Tibetans can hope for is the cultural circus that surrounds their most beautiful spots and the dirty money that comes with it. The US is indeed the template for all things these days.

The Himalayas are forbidding. Perhaps the Tibetan legacy will live on in the deepest most hidden valleys and when the world collapses a few years from now, Tibetans will finally be free.


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I can't help it

So i watched and listened to President Obama's speech last night here on NYT and when he mentioned Ty'Sheoma Bethea I got all teary. I just can't help it. The man was destined to come.

So now i got to go and get another degree. Meeting with PSU people Friday morning. I can't help it.

Obama made me do it!



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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Dai Shi Men gong fu will never die

Here is a story i wrote about Dai Shi Men gong fu school for the South China Morning Post. I can't link the story because SCMP.com requires you pay. So here are the pdfs as pics.










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The 72 down 82nd

I got all dressed up for a meeting downtown. walked in the drizzle two blocks to the mini mart and ran across 82nd in front of pick-ups to grab the 72 to the Max. Bus was empty but for me and three mexicans. A white man old and wrapped in sweatpants and O of U gear. Muttering to himself.

We take on two old Cantonese ladies another two Mexicans a black dude and his white girl. she's made up and looks like she has a mouth on her. she's yelling into a cellphone as we roll up and strikes a pose as she yells. hand on hip.

we take on some more poor white people. laid off guys and their haggard looking wives. they smile and let another old cantonese lady sit down. a poor blonde woman kisses him on his neck above a faded tattoo. she looks at me and smiles.

A bearded dude in a wheelchair and cowboy hat with beads hanging offa his jeans jacket gets installed. people make way with a quiet eagerness to be polite.

We roll passed Sizzlers and BK and Auto Parts and Fubonn Asian Market. Kids get on with their pants hanging low and their drawz showing. Chinese ladies with bags. Mexicans covered in drywall dust talk about work. Broke white people get on and they look the roughest. Especially the women. Sunken cheeks and too much make up. A look that says "i may look rough, but i am kinda brittle. Lets be friends. If not, fuck you." Ugly couples cuddle and kiss.

I get to dwntwn and do my thing. On the way back, a retarded man is making wierd noises behind me on the Max. Noone cares. Blacks and Mexicans and White girls bumpin hip hop with a scared but inviting look on their made up mugs jerk at every stop, jerk at every start.

We get to the bus stop and everybody's chillin. Everybody's smokin. Everybody knows everybody else sees them. We wait in the rain and avoid direct eye contact but when we do its a friendly thing. Its all good.

A super dork gets on and he is painting his hands with a sharpie. He tells a toothless bum next to him how cool it is to have painted hands. better than tattoos. Girls dig it. He has all sorts of chains and he knows the difference between one thickness of chain and the other. The bum is tanned with dirt and he looks very interested.

Another super dork gets on and holds a pointless conversation with a semi-retarded lady with a walker six seats in front of him. Whatever she says, he says: "it happens." She tells him that Laura stole her white paint tube and the Madonna painting she has been working on. He replies with: "I started my own business, Damnation Entertainment, Portland Firebreathing at its best."

She says What? He repeats it. Then: It appeals to a lot of people.

Just before i get off a young black couple get on. they are beautiful people. he is one of those super handsome black men with all the right gear but not all sagging and petty hustlin. he clearly has game and cares about himself. she is supafly cute and petite with the softest skin. i can tell. their baby is a divine combo with a huge afro. everyone on the bus smiles and coos and wants to talk with them. everyone. They get off at the next stop. Silence. When i finally get off, the rain has stopped and i walk the few blocks home dreaming about food.




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Saturday, February 21, 2009

Crisis of Credit

An excellent project by Jonathan Jarvis of the Design School breaking down the Credit Crisis for fools like me:




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Friday, February 20, 2009

leaving Mipples

so its bout time to go and i had a good time in the Twins. I saw several old school homies like Tshisuaka and Jake and Ciaran and i got to spend some time with queens i have worshiped like Jessie and Mika and Kelly and i am leaving here a better man.

i got to meet my bro's girl Ann and lord almighty she is good for him. kicked it with my bro which is always good and will remain till the end of all days. he's insane, but only at times. ain't noone there when we hash the real stuff cuz it aint noone's business.

i got to freeze some more and I got to eat a plate at Al's. I went to Muddy's and drank a cup. I had steak. I saw the Supreme Court.

I missed out on a lot though. I didn't see Micah or Big 6. I didn't go to Chino or the MIA. I didn't stroll in the gardens by the Modern Museum and remember the first time i took shrooms with Q, K, A and Cracker. I didn't see Serum or Friendly. Didn't see Redboi or Big Mike. Didn't see Zach Combs and didn't see Iris. Didn't stroll campus and didn't chill by the Mississippi.

it was a contained trip. it was winter in Mipples dude and what can you expect but hibernation with a few short meetings?

So maybe in the summer i'll come again and cruise the lakes with my pipe danglin' ...

peace ya'll.


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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I got out of the house

My brother was sworn in yesterday and is now considered by the Supreme Court of Minnesota to be legit. Bonafide. Hey ...

here are some pics from that day (more pending from the actual swearing in):









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