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Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Oakland East Bay Symphony's "Notes From The Philippines"
MEDIA RELEASE
March 25, 2012
Vangie Canonizado Buell, National President FANHS
Carlos and Myrna Zialcita, Founders/Directors SFFAJF
Announcing a special concert--the Oakland East Bay Symphony's
"Notes From The Philippines" on Friday April 20, at 8 p.m.
This program features the world premiere of works by Filipino American jazz pianists/composers, Arthur Khu and Victor Noriega. Classical cellist, David Riquero,is also highlighted in this program -- the first of its kind --featuring Pinoy classical and jazz artist, performing in a major symphony orchestra in the SF/Bay Area. Maestro Michael Morgan will conduct.
Vangie Buell states "we welcome you, your family and friends to be a part of a great evening of music. Celebrate Filipino Culture and support our Filipino American Musicians."
Community Partners: San Francisco Filipino American Jazz Festival (SFFAJF)
Filipino American National Historical Society (FANHS)
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Thursday, March 08, 2012
My 15 seconds on the Podium
A 60's icon, Andy Warhol coined the phrase "15 minutes of fame." Fame comes in various forms; celebrity is one most readily identifiable for Americans. Fame can also be the time you are on the dais, as a speaker, on the medal platform, or to be awarded a prize acknowledging your professional/personal/creative accomplishment.
On March 1, 2012, an article co-written with colleagues, which was accepted last Jan 2011 was released on the internet. I saw the manuscript's proof in Feb. and was informed the journal was scheduled for release in March, its spring issue.
When the March 1st email arrived, after clicking onto the publisher's online site and seeing the electronic version, I felt a certain disbelief that it went live. Though previously, I had pre-ordered hard copies for the Project and Management Team.
The paper was a culmination of a twenty year professional journey. For a host of reasons including not continuing to a Doctorate degree, life happening, and a drive to be a "practitioner", made putting pen to paper as something I secretly carved out to do sometime "in the future."
The right opportunity, along with the right group of people, working on a topic we cared about, and publishing something which showed potential for longer term impact had arrived. After 5 years of implementation, data collection and analysis, and almost a year of writing, a paper was produced.
The first publication has to be the sweetest. It allays one's fears of whether you can do it (the intellectual muscle, the writing skills). For me, it validated waiting for the right opportunity, and at times going against the grain. Both instances, allowed for a fuller sense of people and communities I worked with. And more importantly, now and during the period of writing the manuscript, I finally had time.
Time opened as the project wound down, hence giving me the opportunity to ponder, to read articles, to test out various questions using the data on hand and time to edit.
For those who know me, over the years I've been known to say, I am not cut out for academia (because of its constraints), but I enjoy scholarship. The paper exemplifies this very point, there is no question that the methodology was sound, the findings were significant, the process was beneficial for the team, and the writing was coherent and conclusive.
The "elation" I experienced after seeing the e-version held me aloft for a few days, increasing as I shared with friends about the achievement. Privately, I paid tribute to my Aunt Rose who passed away last year, to whom I dedicated my writing. She was my biggest booster, next to my Mom. She along with my mother plotted and made real the opportunity to immigrate and seek out a better opportunity to give their children a future with possibilities. In a sense, I am an embodiment of an immigrant parent's dream.
I am certain when the paper version comes out, a different reaction may arise.
Though, I've stepped off the podium, my 15 seconds could be extended, since there are three other articles submitted for review. Stay tuned.
On March 1, 2012, an article co-written with colleagues, which was accepted last Jan 2011 was released on the internet. I saw the manuscript's proof in Feb. and was informed the journal was scheduled for release in March, its spring issue.
When the March 1st email arrived, after clicking onto the publisher's online site and seeing the electronic version, I felt a certain disbelief that it went live. Though previously, I had pre-ordered hard copies for the Project and Management Team.
The paper was a culmination of a twenty year professional journey. For a host of reasons including not continuing to a Doctorate degree, life happening, and a drive to be a "practitioner", made putting pen to paper as something I secretly carved out to do sometime "in the future."
The right opportunity, along with the right group of people, working on a topic we cared about, and publishing something which showed potential for longer term impact had arrived. After 5 years of implementation, data collection and analysis, and almost a year of writing, a paper was produced.
The first publication has to be the sweetest. It allays one's fears of whether you can do it (the intellectual muscle, the writing skills). For me, it validated waiting for the right opportunity, and at times going against the grain. Both instances, allowed for a fuller sense of people and communities I worked with. And more importantly, now and during the period of writing the manuscript, I finally had time.
Time opened as the project wound down, hence giving me the opportunity to ponder, to read articles, to test out various questions using the data on hand and time to edit.
For those who know me, over the years I've been known to say, I am not cut out for academia (because of its constraints), but I enjoy scholarship. The paper exemplifies this very point, there is no question that the methodology was sound, the findings were significant, the process was beneficial for the team, and the writing was coherent and conclusive.
The "elation" I experienced after seeing the e-version held me aloft for a few days, increasing as I shared with friends about the achievement. Privately, I paid tribute to my Aunt Rose who passed away last year, to whom I dedicated my writing. She was my biggest booster, next to my Mom. She along with my mother plotted and made real the opportunity to immigrate and seek out a better opportunity to give their children a future with possibilities. In a sense, I am an embodiment of an immigrant parent's dream.
I am certain when the paper version comes out, a different reaction may arise.
Though, I've stepped off the podium, my 15 seconds could be extended, since there are three other articles submitted for review. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
The Case of Jeremy Lin -- an opinion
Jeremy Lin had a sudden celebrity rise as the newest point guard and NBA star for the NY Knicks. He has been the subject of NY Times coverage, including an op-ed by David Brooks, a moderate Conservative. Among the focus of interest of his media coverage is the intact Chinese family he comes from, and his Christian faith.
Along with others concerned about his almost meteoric media ascent, we sensed he needs to be schooled in how other Asian American athletes who preceded him, their fame, not as celebrities but at being top in their game, and the relative impact they have had in sports in the USA.
Before we, the collective body of sport’s fans, crown him to be the next big thing or the “it” of Asian American athletes, presage of younger Asian boys and girls to pick up a basketball and aspire to play professional sports, we need to remember other Asian American and Pacific Islander world class athletes.
Competed as Olympians
Apolo Anton Ohno, short track speed skater. Raised by a single parent, his father. He is an eight-time Olympic medalist (2002, 2006, & 2010); three-time World Cup overall champion (2001, 2003, 2005); seven-time World Cup event champion, and seven-time U.S. short track overall champion (1997, 1999, 2001-2005).
Michele Kwan has won nine U.S. championships, five world championships, and two Olympic medals in figure skating. Her parents are Chinese immigrants from Hong Kong.
Greg Louganis, whose legacy as an Olympic diver earned him a place as the most recognizable Pacific Islander athlete today and perhaps in history. He was born to parents of Samoan and Swedish ancestry, later adopted at nine months by Peter and Frances Louganis.
Tai Babilonia, skating partner of Randy Garner, the pair were five-time gold medalists at the U.S. Figure Skating Championships and won the gold medal at the 1979 World Figure Skating Championships. Thai’s father is Filipino and mother is
African American with Hopi ancestry.
Other Sports
Tim Lincecum, World Champion SF Giants pitcher and Cy Young Award winner, is still on the mound with his unorthodox delivery and long hair. He is the son of a great-granddaughter of a Filipino immigrant, a fourth generation Filipino American. His father is Caucasian, his mother’s family dates back to being among the first generation of farm laborers brought to Hawaii.
At 17 years, 3 months old, Michael Chang became the youngest male Grand Slam champion in history by outlasting Stefan Edberg in a five-set thriller and snapped a 34-year-old drought by American men on the red clay of Roland Garros. He won the French Open in 1989. His parents both grew up in Taiwan, and immigrated first to Hoboken, NJ.
Tiger Woods achievements to date rank him among the most successful golfer of all time, winning 14 major professional golf championships, second to Jack Nicklaus with 18. His father is African American, Chinese, and Native American ancestry. His mother is (née Punsawad) originally from Thailand is of mixed Thai, Chinese, and Dutch ancestry.
There is little doubt of the aforementioned athlete’s feats and accomplishments. Clearly they are recognized as “world class,” Mr. Lin, has a long way to go till he can stand shoulder to shoulder on the podium with them.
The subject of the intact family and Lin’s athletic ability rings of “American Tokenism.” He is the first to break into the media ranks of professional basketball. Why is that the case?
He comes from a Christian and an intact family, could this be a perpetuation of the “idealized nuclear family” value of American conservatives and the venerable “model minority” mold. Mr. Lin and his supporters a cautionary note, be wary of this subtext.
Americans of the “dominant culture” uses wedge issues, including, the “successful immigrant family” such as the Chang’s, Kwan’s, and the Lin’s, versus other immigrant communities who have lesser mention in the discourse of American life. To be clear, immigrants are often the scapegoats of for high unemployment, higher cost of education and healthcare, and increasing taxes.
A lesson about America’s unresolved tension and conflicts about race, continuous to play out in the Asian American athlete's story. How does the American Corporate media cover communities of color? Let’s have a cursory look at the shelf life of these Asian American athletes, and what we were told about them in their coverage.
How long was the media limelight focused on these world class athletes? For many, they are nearly forgotten. Further, how much did we see or hear of the multi-ethnic perspective: Ms. Babylonia’s racial admixture is Afro-Asiatic. Her father is of Filipino ethnicity and her mother's is African-American and includes Hopi Indian ancestry. Tiger Woods would belong to the same category, father identified as African American, and his mother Asian, yet they were both of mix ancestry. Linsecum is the son of a third generation Filipina immigrant and a Caucasian father. Is he white or how Filipino does he need to be? Was it omission when the media did not discuss multi-race parents and subsequent multi race children and siblings and the influences it may have had in shaping their progeny.
The athleticism is what counts and matters to the press. We are a race-neutral society, right? Somehow in the narrative of pulling up your boot straps, your ethnic and cultural heritage has no place. Even more so, if you want to be an ongoing story or a bi-line in the media.
Ah, Mr. Ohno is a special case, from the other athletes -being raised by a single parent, his Dad. Mr. Ohno, the father, was the model of stoicism, when seeing him at every race. Moreover, Apolo has cross-over appeal -the cover of Cosmopolitan, being featured on Vanity Fair, and amongst the featured athletes on ESPN body issue. American lore also likes the exception.
For other Asian Athletes worthy of mention and ongoing coverage, and not necessarily media stars or starlet, follow the link below.
http://www.examiner.com/asian-american-sports-in-national/10-best-asian-american-athletes
Along with others concerned about his almost meteoric media ascent, we sensed he needs to be schooled in how other Asian American athletes who preceded him, their fame, not as celebrities but at being top in their game, and the relative impact they have had in sports in the USA.
Before we, the collective body of sport’s fans, crown him to be the next big thing or the “it” of Asian American athletes, presage of younger Asian boys and girls to pick up a basketball and aspire to play professional sports, we need to remember other Asian American and Pacific Islander world class athletes.
Competed as Olympians
Apolo Anton Ohno, short track speed skater. Raised by a single parent, his father. He is an eight-time Olympic medalist (2002, 2006, & 2010); three-time World Cup overall champion (2001, 2003, 2005); seven-time World Cup event champion, and seven-time U.S. short track overall champion (1997, 1999, 2001-2005).
Michele Kwan has won nine U.S. championships, five world championships, and two Olympic medals in figure skating. Her parents are Chinese immigrants from Hong Kong.
Greg Louganis, whose legacy as an Olympic diver earned him a place as the most recognizable Pacific Islander athlete today and perhaps in history. He was born to parents of Samoan and Swedish ancestry, later adopted at nine months by Peter and Frances Louganis.
Tai Babilonia, skating partner of Randy Garner, the pair were five-time gold medalists at the U.S. Figure Skating Championships and won the gold medal at the 1979 World Figure Skating Championships. Thai’s father is Filipino and mother is
African American with Hopi ancestry.
Other Sports
Tim Lincecum, World Champion SF Giants pitcher and Cy Young Award winner, is still on the mound with his unorthodox delivery and long hair. He is the son of a great-granddaughter of a Filipino immigrant, a fourth generation Filipino American. His father is Caucasian, his mother’s family dates back to being among the first generation of farm laborers brought to Hawaii.
At 17 years, 3 months old, Michael Chang became the youngest male Grand Slam champion in history by outlasting Stefan Edberg in a five-set thriller and snapped a 34-year-old drought by American men on the red clay of Roland Garros. He won the French Open in 1989. His parents both grew up in Taiwan, and immigrated first to Hoboken, NJ.
Tiger Woods achievements to date rank him among the most successful golfer of all time, winning 14 major professional golf championships, second to Jack Nicklaus with 18. His father is African American, Chinese, and Native American ancestry. His mother is (née Punsawad) originally from Thailand is of mixed Thai, Chinese, and Dutch ancestry.
There is little doubt of the aforementioned athlete’s feats and accomplishments. Clearly they are recognized as “world class,” Mr. Lin, has a long way to go till he can stand shoulder to shoulder on the podium with them.
The subject of the intact family and Lin’s athletic ability rings of “American Tokenism.” He is the first to break into the media ranks of professional basketball. Why is that the case?
He comes from a Christian and an intact family, could this be a perpetuation of the “idealized nuclear family” value of American conservatives and the venerable “model minority” mold. Mr. Lin and his supporters a cautionary note, be wary of this subtext.
Americans of the “dominant culture” uses wedge issues, including, the “successful immigrant family” such as the Chang’s, Kwan’s, and the Lin’s, versus other immigrant communities who have lesser mention in the discourse of American life. To be clear, immigrants are often the scapegoats of for high unemployment, higher cost of education and healthcare, and increasing taxes.
A lesson about America’s unresolved tension and conflicts about race, continuous to play out in the Asian American athlete's story. How does the American Corporate media cover communities of color? Let’s have a cursory look at the shelf life of these Asian American athletes, and what we were told about them in their coverage.
How long was the media limelight focused on these world class athletes? For many, they are nearly forgotten. Further, how much did we see or hear of the multi-ethnic perspective: Ms. Babylonia’s racial admixture is Afro-Asiatic. Her father is of Filipino ethnicity and her mother's is African-American and includes Hopi Indian ancestry. Tiger Woods would belong to the same category, father identified as African American, and his mother Asian, yet they were both of mix ancestry. Linsecum is the son of a third generation Filipina immigrant and a Caucasian father. Is he white or how Filipino does he need to be? Was it omission when the media did not discuss multi-race parents and subsequent multi race children and siblings and the influences it may have had in shaping their progeny.
The athleticism is what counts and matters to the press. We are a race-neutral society, right? Somehow in the narrative of pulling up your boot straps, your ethnic and cultural heritage has no place. Even more so, if you want to be an ongoing story or a bi-line in the media.
Ah, Mr. Ohno is a special case, from the other athletes -being raised by a single parent, his Dad. Mr. Ohno, the father, was the model of stoicism, when seeing him at every race. Moreover, Apolo has cross-over appeal -the cover of Cosmopolitan, being featured on Vanity Fair, and amongst the featured athletes on ESPN body issue. American lore also likes the exception.
For other Asian Athletes worthy of mention and ongoing coverage, and not necessarily media stars or starlet, follow the link below.
http://www.examiner.com/asian-american-sports-in-national/10-best-asian-american-athletes
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Who is my audience and Thank you for your interest.
It intrigues me having readers from places where I have little to no social contact.
Understandably, many of my dear readers are Americans from the US, since I live here. Among European readers, I have a few family members in Germany perhaps those links serve as the stake on the ground from which that countries readership stems.
Readers from other central European nations the Netherlands and France, amuse me, since I have fond memories of my visits to large destination cities from travels early in my adult life.
The Iranians, Russians, Nigerians and the very minute number of readers from Ukraine is perplexing. If I review the various better read post and attempt to associate them with any of these nations, I am clueless as to what may be the attraction.
Is it my American travelogues (specially New York City and New Orleans); witty descriptions of life in the gay mecca as a single man (the hair issue, the unattached among us); or is it my re-distribution of notable articles, essays on topics of interest to me?
On the opposite side, I do not have readers from South America, or India and the Middle East. I will have to think on that and see if I can draw an even broader audience.
In any case, I appreciate being read on the occasions that folks do, especially the more creative output of prose.
I am looking forward to blogging about the upcoming International AIDS Conference, to which I will be a delegate and hope that a submitted abstract will be accepted as a presentation. Similarly, meeting and writing more about Germans and about Germany, since I will be there this summer, with a trip to Berlin on the drawing board.
Happy reading.
The current audience tracker (with over 2,100 page views)...
United States 1,102
Netherlands 223
France 144
Germany 135
Iran 92
Russia 91
China 35
Malaysia 26
Nigeria 26
Ukraine 2
Understandably, many of my dear readers are Americans from the US, since I live here. Among European readers, I have a few family members in Germany perhaps those links serve as the stake on the ground from which that countries readership stems.
Readers from other central European nations the Netherlands and France, amuse me, since I have fond memories of my visits to large destination cities from travels early in my adult life.
The Iranians, Russians, Nigerians and the very minute number of readers from Ukraine is perplexing. If I review the various better read post and attempt to associate them with any of these nations, I am clueless as to what may be the attraction.
Is it my American travelogues (specially New York City and New Orleans); witty descriptions of life in the gay mecca as a single man (the hair issue, the unattached among us); or is it my re-distribution of notable articles, essays on topics of interest to me?
On the opposite side, I do not have readers from South America, or India and the Middle East. I will have to think on that and see if I can draw an even broader audience.
In any case, I appreciate being read on the occasions that folks do, especially the more creative output of prose.
I am looking forward to blogging about the upcoming International AIDS Conference, to which I will be a delegate and hope that a submitted abstract will be accepted as a presentation. Similarly, meeting and writing more about Germans and about Germany, since I will be there this summer, with a trip to Berlin on the drawing board.
Happy reading.
The current audience tracker (with over 2,100 page views)...
United States 1,102
Netherlands 223
France 144
Germany 135
Iran 92
Russia 91
China 35
Malaysia 26
Nigeria 26
Ukraine 2
Friday, February 17, 2012
NOLA on my mind...
New Orleans is one of my favorite places in the US, second only to NYC. After a review of my post on the blogger, I did not fully appreciate how often I wrote about it. I celebrated: an important event "a milestone birthday," New Year’s Eve 2010; attended an annual Essence festival during the 4th of July weekend; and visited often one of my oldest and dearest friend Angelamia and her partner Ginger who live and thrive in the Big Easy.
My interest is perhaps a tribute and an acknowledgement of the legacy of Filipinos living in the Bayou, and the welcome I experience during every visit. My lingering feelings of shame about being an American as we witnessed what happens to a city devastated by two catastrophes: Katrina and the Federal response, also plays a role. More importantly it marks how important Angelamia is in my life.
Here is a recount, to get the full shebang. Each title has a link that will bring you to the entry. Upon reading them, I hope you get a flavor of the why for my frequent return.
A Filipino in New Orleans.
Where is Daniel? NOLA for the 4th
NOLA Reprise
A day in NOLA
More on the Birthday
NYE, Bday, and days in NOLA http://a-onechronicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/nye-bday-and-days-in-nola.html
WOW Gustav veers Northwest sparing New Orleans
Gustav, NOLA and Daniel (part 3)
Gustav
Florida Avenue Canal, 7th Ward
Gustav, NOLA and Daniel (part 1)
Two Thirds of Katrina Donations Exhausted
Fed Supported Mercenaries in NOLA
Purging the Poor by Naomi Klein on NOLA Reconstruction
Did Katrina Blow off the White Sheets of American Racism?
A RANT – let’s look back to the future (Katrina in our mind)
My interest is perhaps a tribute and an acknowledgement of the legacy of Filipinos living in the Bayou, and the welcome I experience during every visit. My lingering feelings of shame about being an American as we witnessed what happens to a city devastated by two catastrophes: Katrina and the Federal response, also plays a role. More importantly it marks how important Angelamia is in my life.
Here is a recount, to get the full shebang. Each title has a link that will bring you to the entry. Upon reading them, I hope you get a flavor of the why for my frequent return.
A Filipino in New Orleans.
Where is Daniel? NOLA for the 4th
NOLA Reprise
A day in NOLA
More on the Birthday
NYE, Bday, and days in NOLA http://a-onechronicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/nye-bday-and-days-in-nola.html
WOW Gustav veers Northwest sparing New Orleans
Gustav, NOLA and Daniel (part 3)
Gustav
Florida Avenue Canal, 7th Ward
Gustav, NOLA and Daniel (part 1)
Two Thirds of Katrina Donations Exhausted
Fed Supported Mercenaries in NOLA
Purging the Poor by Naomi Klein on NOLA Reconstruction
Did Katrina Blow off the White Sheets of American Racism?
A RANT – let’s look back to the future (Katrina in our mind)
Monday, February 06, 2012
On the Social Front and Not
On the Social Front and Not
It is Heart Month...
A yellow homeland security alert
January and the start of February has been event-filled
the listing not necessarily in any order
A single man at a dinner party for 8
An unattached diner partaking on bar eats at a neighborhood restaurant
Dress to the nines for a fundraising event at the newly refurbished SF "W" accompanying a dear friend
Online presence in various sites
Hanging out with chums/buddies at a neighborhood pub
Attending a monthly neighborhood art stroll "The murmur"
Stopping by to greet friends at a local temporary contemporary monthly gallery
Watching the 99ers play the Giants for the NFC title awash in Red and Gold dressed fans
Feasting on oysters with the BGF (best girl friend)during the birthday month
Dining in town with friends during Oakland's Restaurant Week
Treasure hunting at the Oakland Museum White Elephant Sale
All the while seeking conversation,
a subtle flirtation, a connection though not necessarily a date,
socializing is the intention
Can living as a single urbanite be any more nuanced or mundane?
Time at home
Laden with activities of daily living:
Housecleaning, clothes washing, grocery shopping,
Weeding through belongings no longer needed,
Hanging art work with help from a friend,
Assembling furniture,
Potting succulents for the expanding dry garden,
Strolling through the Sunday Farmer’s Market and
the nearest Ace Hardware store
Wading through the paper bills for 4 persons
(mother, stepfather, brother and self),
Investigating short term housing options for elderly parents
Catching up on the growing Atlantic Magazine pile
Settling into a routine
after recent move
Preparing for coming days in a month's period
Work travel looming and parents visiting.
Re-grouping to assess if projects
designated for the winter will be realized
Wistfully wondering
will the rains fall and the freeze inducing temperatures return?
It is Heart Month...
A yellow homeland security alert
January and the start of February has been event-filled
the listing not necessarily in any order
A single man at a dinner party for 8
An unattached diner partaking on bar eats at a neighborhood restaurant
Dress to the nines for a fundraising event at the newly refurbished SF "W" accompanying a dear friend
Online presence in various sites
Hanging out with chums/buddies at a neighborhood pub
Attending a monthly neighborhood art stroll "The murmur"
Stopping by to greet friends at a local temporary contemporary monthly gallery
Watching the 99ers play the Giants for the NFC title awash in Red and Gold dressed fans
Feasting on oysters with the BGF (best girl friend)during the birthday month
Dining in town with friends during Oakland's Restaurant Week
Treasure hunting at the Oakland Museum White Elephant Sale
All the while seeking conversation,
a subtle flirtation, a connection though not necessarily a date,
socializing is the intention
Can living as a single urbanite be any more nuanced or mundane?
Time at home
Laden with activities of daily living:
Housecleaning, clothes washing, grocery shopping,
Weeding through belongings no longer needed,
Hanging art work with help from a friend,
Assembling furniture,
Potting succulents for the expanding dry garden,
Strolling through the Sunday Farmer’s Market and
the nearest Ace Hardware store
Wading through the paper bills for 4 persons
(mother, stepfather, brother and self),
Investigating short term housing options for elderly parents
Catching up on the growing Atlantic Magazine pile
Settling into a routine
after recent move
Preparing for coming days in a month's period
Work travel looming and parents visiting.
Re-grouping to assess if projects
designated for the winter will be realized
Wistfully wondering
will the rains fall and the freeze inducing temperatures return?

Thursday, January 26, 2012
A look ahead to 2012
A look ahead to 2012
As a new year was recently welcomed, I cannot avoid the impulse. Forecast, predict, persist in current path, or intuit, however we arrive at developing a “roadmap” for a new year,we do. Inescapably it seems to be a habit hardwired to my person.
A friend Cindy said "it is much better to sow seeds for the future rather than review the past of what did or didn't happen. Don't get me wrong. I believe there is lots to be learned about the past if we are open..."
There was little by way of significant time-off last year, it seemed 2010 took it out of me. 2011 was the year for nose to the grindstone. The sole highlight was a 4th of July trip for ESSENCE festival in New Orleans.
For 2012, I made a commitment to be in Germany in June to attend my niece’s wedding, and likely to add a leg to Scandinavia or Iceland (?).
In August, I will be back to the Continent for a planned trip to Berlin. A close friend will be wedded the week after we celebrate his last days as a bachelor.
Lastly, my cousin whom I traveled to Turkey with, she and I began a dialogue about Central America in March. I believe international travel is in my future.
On the work front, the two projects I manage are moving along at a good pace. The last grant which ended in 2010 (5 year award) already generated 2 peer reviewed articles and are in-review. One was accepted for publication with the Journal of Ethnicity and Substance Abuse, where I was the lead author. The writing team will submit 4 articles total by mid-year. It is safe to say, 2012 will be the year for publications --contributing to my professional portfolio.
If there could be two wishes granted this year, it would be to have a National Institute of Health (NIH) research grant application reviewed and funded for a feasibility study on Alcohol use among Chinese, Filipino and Vietnamese adults.
The second is to complete, submit and be selected for a Bellagio Fellowship, where I would take a month sabbatical to Italy. My fingers are crossed.
Transitions were the major theme of 2011: being solo again at middle age and the relocation of my mother. The latter hit me harder than I imagined. She, along with my step father subsequently moved back to the Philippines last fall. The challenge was to grasp the signal of her entering a new phase in her life. I do not know Mom not working, much less not being nearby.
Practically, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and my Birthday passed without any immediate family present. It harkened to days when a generation of men were the predominant group of immigrants. Though, objectively, today is probably less harsh than those earlier eras. Obliquely, the sense of being without a family entered my
consciousness, prompted introspection and acceptance of my own anxieties related to it.
I do know that my close friends are part of the family I have created here. Please visit their sites often and contribute when able (links are highlighted). Many thanks to Johnny for a lovely Thanksgiving dinner at their home, Arnell and John for Crab and Champagne on Christmas Eve, NYE eve at Steve and Carol's was front row seat to SF's firework display, and to the many friends Siwaraya, Evelyn, Lou, Faye, Howard and Betty who celebrated my birthday through out the month.
The year ahead holds promise. I look forward to continuing friendships started years back and building a solid foundation for the newer ones. Travel will center on family tradition and friendship. With the off chance of a sabbatical, if awarded allows me a month of quietude and to revive my creative impulses for writing. Travel to visit with friends who were previously Bay Area residents for example Utica, Seattle, Mason IA and Portland are not inconceivable.
For some reason, I took many pictures of Dahlias this year. They captured my interest. It is said they are “queen of the autumn garden,” it denotes elegance and dignity, and the Dahlia became SF’s official flower in 1926.
LINKS:
Johnny Davis Photography http://johnnydavis-photography.com/home.html
Arnell Hinkle CANFIT http://canfit.org/about/staff/
Steve Villano, SOCIAL VISION http://socialvisionproductions.com/background/
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
A Thanksgiving for Friends giving
As the year end looms near, a ritual to account for our blessings is a practice of many. Where would we be without friends who give unwittingly? Specially during those moments of game changing experiences, when even the most solid among your circle confides I do not know where you get the strength to cope with all that has been on your plate.
Quietly recounting the past year, allowing for the opportunity to remember who helped me through it. Recalling how a conversation on the phone, an unplanned visit, a walk, an invitation to make dinner together made an impression. How grateful I felt for the brief levity provided.
I honor friends as the grist which makes life more satisfying. Friendship borne of patience, traversed over time, standing by you again and again, encouraging your every effort at doing good or doing the right thing.
In making me laugh through a difficult situation by recalling an unlikely incident (when both were younger), the gesture was auspicious and timely. It reminded me how I can grow.
An uncalled-for praise of a long forgotten achievement was given. The achievement at the time seemingly unattainable, because of lack of experience and gentleness towards self was not yet developed. Praise following praise for growth.
Others taught by example. How courage and joy for living combined, life can be faced head on. Upon recently hearing of a friend entering a facility for those living with Alzheimer's disease, I felt a mix of being crestfallen, yet assured. Sensing it was challenging, knowing you cannot attend to their need for constant attention, a husband’s choice to give safe haven gave my spirit lift.
Some served as witness and reminded you, the kind soul you are nurturing in yourself.
A few responded to a request, without hesitation, to be at your aid.
Acts of selflessness abound in my life, gifts from friends. A few not seen in decades, surfaced and offered words of reassurance.
The end of year is near.
Caring, love, and comfort are felt throughout.
Hail to our friendship.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Just moved and need to clean house
Whew, downsizing from a 1,000 foot sqr studio conversion, from a 1,000 sqr one bedroom condo, to a 680 sqr feet one bedroom.
To update the new abode, and pack out of the studio has been the chore for the past 6 weeks. Its been a sprint, between painting, floor layer, bathroom redux, and living in one space, while supervising the work at another...working and trying to have a semblance of normalcy...
What happened? Mom and stepfather decided to retire part time in the Philippines. Leaving me with the Porto Bello condo, one which I acquired for them back in '99, the good ole days. To maintain my "studio" rental and their one bedroom was not an option.
Have given and will continue to give away more stuff to the Goodwill and St. Vincent De Paul, left my 2 fellow warehouse tenant/friends with dividers partitions/closets (pics in earlier post when I moved in 2 years ago) and selling stuff on Craigslist. My hands are full.
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/fuo/2725052046.html
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/fuo/2725072814.html
Meanwhile as I started to arrange the furniture in the new home, everything is out of scale....now liquidating old stuff to go towards smallish sectional for seating, rethink dining area (most social of spaces), and reconsider the work space allocation again. Pics included.
Dealing with construction dust, finding limited storage spaces for non-priority boxes to be unpacked.... ahhh condo ownership, downsizing and moving....
I am thankful for having these challenges in our time of hardship for many.
To update the new abode, and pack out of the studio has been the chore for the past 6 weeks. Its been a sprint, between painting, floor layer, bathroom redux, and living in one space, while supervising the work at another...working and trying to have a semblance of normalcy...
What happened? Mom and stepfather decided to retire part time in the Philippines. Leaving me with the Porto Bello condo, one which I acquired for them back in '99, the good ole days. To maintain my "studio" rental and their one bedroom was not an option.
Have given and will continue to give away more stuff to the Goodwill and St. Vincent De Paul, left my 2 fellow warehouse tenant/friends with dividers partitions/closets (pics in earlier post when I moved in 2 years ago) and selling stuff on Craigslist. My hands are full.
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/fuo/2725052046.html
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/fuo/2725072814.html
Meanwhile as I started to arrange the furniture in the new home, everything is out of scale....now liquidating old stuff to go towards smallish sectional for seating, rethink dining area (most social of spaces), and reconsider the work space allocation again. Pics included.
Dealing with construction dust, finding limited storage spaces for non-priority boxes to be unpacked.... ahhh condo ownership, downsizing and moving....
I am thankful for having these challenges in our time of hardship for many.
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
A Flower
A Flower
Blossom
an ode to perfection
A
Every beginning
each breath and reach for life
in harmony with nature’s force
Shimmering under the brutal light of sunshine
Unflagging in the pouring rain
Quietly it calls
look at me
see
inhale
linger
embrace
drink
partake
set forth
to all and sundry
couple
allowing me to be
a part of the next me
Petals fluttering
eyelash to its cosmos
Standing here with you
till
placed in a vase
pressed onto a page
pictured in someone’s memory store
or decay
and joined
with you
again
mother earth.
dedicated to kevin w

image from Kevin W Autumn
©dt11.1.11
Labels:
Dahlia,
Flower,
Kevin Woodson,
openness,
Poem,
Sun Flower
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Creative Output
Dear Reader,
Since reengaging with the blog spot, I noted my creative output (post labeled prose) have been a more prominent component of these chronicles. Links are provided with each title (when scanning with your mouse).
The ode to Orange seems to have struck interests --highest ranking page view of all the “original” material.
The Hair Issue ranks second among the most viewed, irony strikes if many of you may recall the time when I had waist length hair and the devolution to the “shortening” of the coif.
Crossed Paths was a piece about youthful recollections. Perhaps, the arrival into middle age has given me time to remember memories that were created.
Regret, the most recent post, is one that I am perhaps most keenly in the midst of… Triple convergence of life events, swept me down and under, warranted its airing.
I am extending my appreciation to my readers who’ve brought me to over 1600 page views. It’s heartwarming knowing one has readers.
Since reengaging with the blog spot, I noted my creative output (post labeled prose) have been a more prominent component of these chronicles. Links are provided with each title (when scanning with your mouse).
The ode to Orange seems to have struck interests --highest ranking page view of all the “original” material.
The Hair Issue ranks second among the most viewed, irony strikes if many of you may recall the time when I had waist length hair and the devolution to the “shortening” of the coif.
Crossed Paths was a piece about youthful recollections. Perhaps, the arrival into middle age has given me time to remember memories that were created.
Regret, the most recent post, is one that I am perhaps most keenly in the midst of… Triple convergence of life events, swept me down and under, warranted its airing.
I am extending my appreciation to my readers who’ve brought me to over 1600 page views. It’s heartwarming knowing one has readers.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
The SINGLE MAN TIPS the HAIR issue prose
the hair issue
beards and staches
are appearing in many forms
from the regular guys at the ball park
to bikers
and pedal pushers
trimmed or not
shadow
waxed handlebars
a manly do?
haircuts
social marker
men reverting to boys
past trends
Ceasar
Faux hawk
Crew or Flat top
Shag
Razor unkemped
Short appeal to harken back to eras gone by
Do we really want to go back to the 50’s?
Apple pie, Chevrolet and
Nostalgia for boomers approaching golden age
expressing yourself
conformity
style
fashion trend
or a flair for savoir faire
elan
fashion victim?
appeal
head turner
second look
regular Joe
boy next door wholesome
sophisticate
trendy’s
the poufs,
and what happened to Metro Sexual
Hair
Mane
the moon was in the Seventh House
Did peace guide the planets
And love
steer the stars
The Age of Aquarius
we still await
beards and staches
are appearing in many forms
from the regular guys at the ball park
to bikers
and pedal pushers
trimmed or not
shadow
waxed handlebars
a manly do?
haircuts
social marker
men reverting to boys
past trends
Ceasar
Faux hawk
Crew or Flat top
Shag
Razor unkemped
Short appeal to harken back to eras gone by
Do we really want to go back to the 50’s?
Apple pie, Chevrolet and
Nostalgia for boomers approaching golden age
expressing yourself
conformity
style
fashion trend
or a flair for savoir faire
elan
fashion victim?
appeal
head turner
second look
regular Joe
boy next door wholesome
sophisticate
trendy’s
the poufs,
and what happened to Metro Sexual
Hair
Mane
the moon was in the Seventh House
Did peace guide the planets
And love
steer the stars
The Age of Aquarius
we still await

Friday, September 02, 2011
TRAVEL FLOTSAM
Bear in mind from the 4th of July through the 20th of Aug, I have flown to NOLA, Kansas City and Atlanta.
Business and leisure travel is no longer what I remember. The routine of preparation seems to take longer, contradicting the efficiency that was to come with technology. Have we piled on more task in our “to do” list?
With our American penchant for doing it ourselves (DIY), I am expected to confirm flights, hotels, ground transportation because of the “ease” that comes with the internet. Further, you can opt to check in on-line, that includes your luggage, so as to arrive at the terminal to be greeted by the pre-printed destination tag. Yet one stands around the baggage carousel waiting for the suitcase to come full circle, even with the priority tag attached to your luggage.
At the carrier’s website, you are presented with options: paper vs. e copy version of your boarding pass or “sent,” e-mailed to your smart phone for scanning at the security and gate.
WORK prep time involves, copying files onto thumb drives or storing into the cloud, email vacation responses to be created and saved, and a glance at the meeting agenda and meeting scheduler made available on line. Printing out papers/articles you want to work on, while on transit, because it is likely one of the few times when the phone and desktop is not commandeering your attention.
Luggage fees are taken, food purchase is available on flight, and on-board entertainment can be charged to your debit or credit card. To ask for a blanket, a pillow and a headset adds additional cost. Why not simply add these to the ticket’s cost at time of purchase. This is not my idea of a good deal. I feel nickeled and dime’d, and it adds that extra harrumph to the cumbersome trek across country. I digress.
An exercise in patience when dealing with the tediousness of TSA “security” check; do you stand in the line with an infant in tow, the elderly couple on their way to see other family members, or the efficient looking under 30 something whose appearance suggest they slept in their clothes in order to get to the airport on time.
Hotels do not fare better in contributing to the list of things to do, example, double check the amenities, is there free Wi-Fi at the lobby? Is there a gym, indoor/outdoor pool, dry/wet sauna, or on site spa? Have you wondered why we have a hard time speaking about our notions of social class? Hotel choice can really divide the business (leisure) class, vs. those of the motel/lodge/inn frequenter (proletarian); or to consider a boutique hotel vs. corporate monikers, for those exercising a liberal bourgeois orientation.
One can almost opt to stay home, if that was truly an option for itinerant professional white collar workers.
Part of the hassle of business/leisure travel is not “just” about the going, getting and returning. Seeing the surlier side of human nature at its ebb confounds it. What happened to customer service, courteous passengers, helpful flight attendant’s and ground crew?
Or is it, are we collectively experiencing the hassle of doing/producing more with less? Then there is the preoccupation of placing our immediate discomfort and anxiety, ahead of considering what others may be undergoing?
My fellow travelers, we share the same cramped quarters of a flying tube made of steel, plastic and rubber, catapulting us hundreds of miles, defying gravity, and relying on thrust, can we make an effort at equanimity?
Discourtesy seems rampant in the service industry, from hotel desk staff to the restaurant host obligated to seat you at your reserved table. It seems that I am a disgruntled frequent flyer. Yes, I am and I try to also treat others along the way with courtesy, if not an occasional smile.
Do you have travel notions you wish to share?
Business and leisure travel is no longer what I remember. The routine of preparation seems to take longer, contradicting the efficiency that was to come with technology. Have we piled on more task in our “to do” list?
With our American penchant for doing it ourselves (DIY), I am expected to confirm flights, hotels, ground transportation because of the “ease” that comes with the internet. Further, you can opt to check in on-line, that includes your luggage, so as to arrive at the terminal to be greeted by the pre-printed destination tag. Yet one stands around the baggage carousel waiting for the suitcase to come full circle, even with the priority tag attached to your luggage.
At the carrier’s website, you are presented with options: paper vs. e copy version of your boarding pass or “sent,” e-mailed to your smart phone for scanning at the security and gate.
WORK prep time involves, copying files onto thumb drives or storing into the cloud, email vacation responses to be created and saved, and a glance at the meeting agenda and meeting scheduler made available on line. Printing out papers/articles you want to work on, while on transit, because it is likely one of the few times when the phone and desktop is not commandeering your attention.
Luggage fees are taken, food purchase is available on flight, and on-board entertainment can be charged to your debit or credit card. To ask for a blanket, a pillow and a headset adds additional cost. Why not simply add these to the ticket’s cost at time of purchase. This is not my idea of a good deal. I feel nickeled and dime’d, and it adds that extra harrumph to the cumbersome trek across country. I digress.
An exercise in patience when dealing with the tediousness of TSA “security” check; do you stand in the line with an infant in tow, the elderly couple on their way to see other family members, or the efficient looking under 30 something whose appearance suggest they slept in their clothes in order to get to the airport on time.
Hotels do not fare better in contributing to the list of things to do, example, double check the amenities, is there free Wi-Fi at the lobby? Is there a gym, indoor/outdoor pool, dry/wet sauna, or on site spa? Have you wondered why we have a hard time speaking about our notions of social class? Hotel choice can really divide the business (leisure) class, vs. those of the motel/lodge/inn frequenter (proletarian); or to consider a boutique hotel vs. corporate monikers, for those exercising a liberal bourgeois orientation.
One can almost opt to stay home, if that was truly an option for itinerant professional white collar workers.
Part of the hassle of business/leisure travel is not “just” about the going, getting and returning. Seeing the surlier side of human nature at its ebb confounds it. What happened to customer service, courteous passengers, helpful flight attendant’s and ground crew?
Or is it, are we collectively experiencing the hassle of doing/producing more with less? Then there is the preoccupation of placing our immediate discomfort and anxiety, ahead of considering what others may be undergoing?
My fellow travelers, we share the same cramped quarters of a flying tube made of steel, plastic and rubber, catapulting us hundreds of miles, defying gravity, and relying on thrust, can we make an effort at equanimity?
Discourtesy seems rampant in the service industry, from hotel desk staff to the restaurant host obligated to seat you at your reserved table. It seems that I am a disgruntled frequent flyer. Yes, I am and I try to also treat others along the way with courtesy, if not an occasional smile.
Do you have travel notions you wish to share?
Labels:
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Discourteous consumers,
Surly Workers,
TSA
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Crossed Paths (Travel Tales circa 1980's) - PROSE
Friends made and lost
Twenty something
non-American citizen
back-packing in Europe
recollections relegated to flashes of memory
a few names remembered, most long forgotten
images captured in notes and slide photos
or held in grey matter
recently graduated law students from Denver and Bologna
spoke of the uncertainty of what's next
the helpful ferry conductor in Bruges
who lived in San Francisco
made being detained at the frontier
more than passable
a retiree met at the front of the church of our lady
Michelangelo's Madonna
sole sculpture outside of Italy
can be found and spoken of
with so few words
a young dentist from Bern encountered in Madrid
Puerto Rican writer on the train
sharing Fundador, speaking on the promise of America
two boys from Porto met in Carcasonne
along with Gerd of Hamburg and Pascal from Paris
breaking bread and sharing my first screw top bottle of wine
it seemed newly minted men from University were on the road
an office worker from Tokyo
a soldier from Israel happened upon on the Grand Canal
while we walk spoke of the Doge, the Piazza
Byzantine architecture and their rule
Julian of Johannesburg
in Munich, the Olympiad and Dachau became our destination
Near the Vatican, a Filipino family touring with their daughter
who lived in Zurich
during my visit enroute to kin in W Germany
words on paper prose for a tree
written while sitting in her kitchen
travel memories seep in
uninvited and welcomed
stoking heart memories
©det

Twenty something
non-American citizen
back-packing in Europe
recollections relegated to flashes of memory
a few names remembered, most long forgotten
images captured in notes and slide photos
or held in grey matter
recently graduated law students from Denver and Bologna
spoke of the uncertainty of what's next
the helpful ferry conductor in Bruges
who lived in San Francisco
made being detained at the frontier
more than passable
a retiree met at the front of the church of our lady
Michelangelo's Madonna
sole sculpture outside of Italy
can be found and spoken of
with so few words
a young dentist from Bern encountered in Madrid
Puerto Rican writer on the train
sharing Fundador, speaking on the promise of America
two boys from Porto met in Carcasonne
along with Gerd of Hamburg and Pascal from Paris
breaking bread and sharing my first screw top bottle of wine
it seemed newly minted men from University were on the road
an office worker from Tokyo
a soldier from Israel happened upon on the Grand Canal
while we walk spoke of the Doge, the Piazza
Byzantine architecture and their rule
Julian of Johannesburg
in Munich, the Olympiad and Dachau became our destination
Near the Vatican, a Filipino family touring with their daughter
who lived in Zurich
during my visit enroute to kin in W Germany
words on paper prose for a tree
written while sitting in her kitchen
travel memories seep in
uninvited and welcomed
stoking heart memories
©det

Labels:
Bruges,
Michelangelo Madonna,
Munich,
Piazza San Marco,
Rome,
Zurich
Friday, July 29, 2011
KC MO (Travel Tales)
New to me and notable: Did you know Hallmark the purveyor of greeting cards is based in Kansas City MO (KC MO)? Complete with its Museum housing all the TV commercials hawking its products, a city’s tourist destination. Coming into Downtown, the trains lined up pointing in the direction of the central business district (perhaps to off load/on load the State’s agricultural products including cattle) with the train tracks running parallel to a major traffic artery, an interstate along the Missouri River is distinct. Then one passes the Folgers Coffee roasting facility, and Garmin’s headquarters are footnotes. A newly opened Opera building, contemporary in design, looks like a giant electric turbine (harnessing the water’s energy, akin to WPA projects of past) is striking across the horizon. Such is the cityscape.
Looking at a US map, it appears KC MO is the center or “middle” of the country. The metropolitan area is populated with 2 million people. This place is noted for Kansas style BBQ (wrongly attributed to other side of the river) and jazz as its major contribution to American life. Though after a few days visit one still does not feel there is a there “there.”
Locals with whom I’ve struck conversations say life is easy, affordable, and KC suffers from an inferiority complex. Locals speak of the giant cow, the city’s mascot, signaling it still is a cow town. On exit, one cannot fail to notice the Hereford Association building, trumpeting cattle is raised here.
The newest proposed urban redevelopment project will be the conversion of the one-time Hyatt Regency into a Sheraton, and another of its property the Westin at the end of the “Link” will be rehabbed and upgraded. Both are showing their age and wear. 70’s architecture of concrete, glass and steel made to look like Eastern European proletarian structures. Why not tear it down and start over again?
The Hyatt Regency is noted for the internal collapse of its walk way/passage spanning the residential tower and its meeting/convention space. The fourth floor “gang plank” dropped onto the 2nd and down onto the ground floor. It is said this was the most tragic incident in KC MO history. http://ethics.tamu.edu/ethics/hyatt/hyatt1.htm
The reader might ask, what were you doing in KC MO? I was a speaker at a conference in mid July on Gambling Addiction and Substance Abuse, allowing me to stop in on this American city.
Looking at a US map, it appears KC MO is the center or “middle” of the country. The metropolitan area is populated with 2 million people. This place is noted for Kansas style BBQ (wrongly attributed to other side of the river) and jazz as its major contribution to American life. Though after a few days visit one still does not feel there is a there “there.”
Locals with whom I’ve struck conversations say life is easy, affordable, and KC suffers from an inferiority complex. Locals speak of the giant cow, the city’s mascot, signaling it still is a cow town. On exit, one cannot fail to notice the Hereford Association building, trumpeting cattle is raised here.
The newest proposed urban redevelopment project will be the conversion of the one-time Hyatt Regency into a Sheraton, and another of its property the Westin at the end of the “Link” will be rehabbed and upgraded. Both are showing their age and wear. 70’s architecture of concrete, glass and steel made to look like Eastern European proletarian structures. Why not tear it down and start over again?
The Hyatt Regency is noted for the internal collapse of its walk way/passage spanning the residential tower and its meeting/convention space. The fourth floor “gang plank” dropped onto the 2nd and down onto the ground floor. It is said this was the most tragic incident in KC MO history. http://ethics.tamu.edu/ethics/hyatt/hyatt1.htm
The reader might ask, what were you doing in KC MO? I was a speaker at a conference in mid July on Gambling Addiction and Substance Abuse, allowing me to stop in on this American city.
Friday, July 22, 2011
A Filipino in New Orleans
During my most recent visit to NOLA and strolling in the Quarters (French Market, Bourbon St), on numerous occasions I ran across the Philippine flag's color as backdrop to the recognizable 3 Fleur de Lis emblem of New Orleans. These flags/banners were flown by merchants in the fronts of their businesses. I wondered if these sightings are associated to comments made in past visits when people whom I met and chatted with, upon learning I am Filipino warmly volunteered “someone in my family” is Filipino (by marriage).
Reflecting on these incidences potential meaning, I read up on Filipinos in New Orleans. There is a written reference in Harper's Weekly during late 1800's (cited in Wikipedia) discussing the Manilamen along the shores. I remembered a librarian from the University of New Orleans giving a talk (during my undergraduate years) on the same topic Manilamen and their settlements near and around the Orleans Parish. These were Filipino men who off-boarded from the Spanish galleon fleet, near what we now recognize as New Orleans. My fellow countrymen settled in St. Malo, Jefferson, St. Bernard, and Plaquemines Parishes.
What does this mean for me? Beyond, I feel comfortable here. A contributing source to these feeling can be attributed to A, a dear and old friend who resettled here, and fostered my many discoveries. My first memory of New Orleans centers in waiting for her and the U-Haul’s arrival, the year before Katrina. I volunteered to drive down from Boston with her, and we agreed instead I would help her unload her belongings into her home (previously her grandmother’s) in the seventh ward. New Orleans struck me as welcoming and vaguely familiar.
Back in my stroll, I begin to wonder if the range of skin tones contributed to feelings of somehow belonging, or whether others related to my facial features, marking me as a possible inhabitant/resident past or current. Musings of a traveler who experience a sense of place like nowhere else I’ve been. Having been in many cities in the US and abroad, I find myself drawn to this place, a most ‘not American city” in the country.
Separately, I observe the relative ease in how people live their lives. Whether during the heat of summer, the temperate fall and early winter and during the holidays I’ve found myself celebrating with A, often I see families with young children and elders together. And it is not uncommon for folks to greet one another in the streets, or stores, pulling over their car and inquiring about family and kin.
On this recent trip, A and I visited many of her local haunts, including shrimp and crab palaces/shacks below the Interstate; Bullits a local dive bar where neighborhood “Creole men” can often be found; Bywater (near the Industrial Canal and old Miss river) where many local migrants resettled since it was not affected by the floods of Katrina. Changes in the immediate neighborhoods of the 7th ward are becoming apparent, more people, more street lights are lit, and roads are being repaved.
Among my cherished memories in this last visit is the taste of “Creole Tamale,” where the vendor instead of corn husk used parchment paper. Throughout my food adventures the subtle but richly spiced New Orleans style was front and center in my palate. Spicy different from hot, associated to the pepper heat, familiar to us who enjoy Mexican, Vietnamese, Indian or sometimes Thai food. Nawhlins cooking is a richly blended flavor giving the food both complexity and heat. A case in point, on the 4th, on our way to the airport, we stopped at a coworker and friend of Ginger’s for a BBQ. We sat outside, had a pile of “memorable” bbq’d chicken and pork. It was savory, sweetened by the tomato based sauce, managing to taste smoky and peppery. I chowed down as A described, noting my finger licking action, the mound of red beans and rice, and potato salad which complimented the meal.
As a traveler, I find ways to better understand inchoate impressions adding to my sense of the place. Of all the cities in the US I've seen through work and wanderings, Nawhlins stands out. Is the magic special to this place, its notable practice of Voodoo, entered my conscientiousness?
Reflecting on these incidences potential meaning, I read up on Filipinos in New Orleans. There is a written reference in Harper's Weekly during late 1800's (cited in Wikipedia) discussing the Manilamen along the shores. I remembered a librarian from the University of New Orleans giving a talk (during my undergraduate years) on the same topic Manilamen and their settlements near and around the Orleans Parish. These were Filipino men who off-boarded from the Spanish galleon fleet, near what we now recognize as New Orleans. My fellow countrymen settled in St. Malo, Jefferson, St. Bernard, and Plaquemines Parishes.
What does this mean for me? Beyond, I feel comfortable here. A contributing source to these feeling can be attributed to A, a dear and old friend who resettled here, and fostered my many discoveries. My first memory of New Orleans centers in waiting for her and the U-Haul’s arrival, the year before Katrina. I volunteered to drive down from Boston with her, and we agreed instead I would help her unload her belongings into her home (previously her grandmother’s) in the seventh ward. New Orleans struck me as welcoming and vaguely familiar.
Back in my stroll, I begin to wonder if the range of skin tones contributed to feelings of somehow belonging, or whether others related to my facial features, marking me as a possible inhabitant/resident past or current. Musings of a traveler who experience a sense of place like nowhere else I’ve been. Having been in many cities in the US and abroad, I find myself drawn to this place, a most ‘not American city” in the country.
Separately, I observe the relative ease in how people live their lives. Whether during the heat of summer, the temperate fall and early winter and during the holidays I’ve found myself celebrating with A, often I see families with young children and elders together. And it is not uncommon for folks to greet one another in the streets, or stores, pulling over their car and inquiring about family and kin.
On this recent trip, A and I visited many of her local haunts, including shrimp and crab palaces/shacks below the Interstate; Bullits a local dive bar where neighborhood “Creole men” can often be found; Bywater (near the Industrial Canal and old Miss river) where many local migrants resettled since it was not affected by the floods of Katrina. Changes in the immediate neighborhoods of the 7th ward are becoming apparent, more people, more street lights are lit, and roads are being repaved.
Among my cherished memories in this last visit is the taste of “Creole Tamale,” where the vendor instead of corn husk used parchment paper. Throughout my food adventures the subtle but richly spiced New Orleans style was front and center in my palate. Spicy different from hot, associated to the pepper heat, familiar to us who enjoy Mexican, Vietnamese, Indian or sometimes Thai food. Nawhlins cooking is a richly blended flavor giving the food both complexity and heat. A case in point, on the 4th, on our way to the airport, we stopped at a coworker and friend of Ginger’s for a BBQ. We sat outside, had a pile of “memorable” bbq’d chicken and pork. It was savory, sweetened by the tomato based sauce, managing to taste smoky and peppery. I chowed down as A described, noting my finger licking action, the mound of red beans and rice, and potato salad which complimented the meal.
As a traveler, I find ways to better understand inchoate impressions adding to my sense of the place. Of all the cities in the US I've seen through work and wanderings, Nawhlins stands out. Is the magic special to this place, its notable practice of Voodoo, entered my conscientiousness?
Labels:
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Voodoo
Monday, July 11, 2011
Single and the Dating Life: More Tips for the Dating again Set
A (mental) list maker, thought to expand an earlier Dating (again) Tips.
Grooming habits for the man who does not see himself as “metro sexual” (personal hygiene, manscaping or man-tainance); a bath seems to be something men rarely do. Missing out on the restorative value of a bath with Epsom salt (magnesium sulfate), known amongst many as a curative and a relaxant. Being relaxed at a first date is essential. The meeting is already laden with anticipation, unspoken expectations, and a pull to simply have a good time. Why not start out in a calm state. Go for it, draw a warm bath, add Epsom salt, bubbles and bring your rubber ducky –let it be fun.
During the prep phase, consider exfoliating by use of salt scrub, face scrub or mask. Gently get rid of the old skin, you will achieve a natural glow. You will be surprise how black heads and other "face" related concerns can be soothed away. The intention is to feel your best and you will look your best. Secondarily, help yourself maintain a more youthful look.
I do not mean for grooming to be a compulsive habit, but a practice that gives you an added boost of self-confidence. It also marks for you, a date's importance in your social life.
A friend commented after reading an earlier post; speak to "how do you get into the dating pool." For those reticent to simply dive in head first, what can you do after exhausting your friend and family network?
For some, signing on to OKcupid and match dot com are their first inclination, online dating services are just one of a few options for a busy working person.
There are many greet and meet whilst participating in favored activities sponsored by various organizations i.e. scrabble and board game players, tennis and other sports, hiking and walking groups, wine and dine. Give a call, sign up for an activity, and meet new people.
Another is the classic "water dispense/coffee maker" chat among other singles or recently married coworkers. They are not necessarily your friend per se, but they may have ideas on what to do, and where to go meet other singles. Those recalling/ relishing their more recent memories of single-hood may have places that come to mind faster than your roommate.
Something about dating rules, are in order. In the age of post sexual revolution, information age, transitory work/home life, what are good standards to abide by? When both sexes can asks someone out, going Dutch (paying your own way) is a real option, who calls and who plans? It doesn't matter. If the other person does not know you are interested, there will be no next step.
Be first, ask. Let the other person know of your interest in getting to know them etc... If it’s coffee or Happy Hour (HH), no harm done in making a move and getting it started. Can I call you again? I sense anxiety among readers rising, avoiding rejection, temper it with the pluses. You had the courage of your conviction; if the answer is yes, you have an opportunity to explore the infatuation you have held or the spark of interest which caught your attention at the start. As they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained. In our mid-years, no is simply a no. Try not to pile on your baggage.
Before I close, another friend commented on text-ing to ask someone out. She considered it cowardly, though you may not agree; your voice comes across as a human being interested in meeting another person. You may think yourself clever with a one-liner on a device, but its chicken poop.
Stay tuned for another edition of dating (again) tips.
Grooming habits for the man who does not see himself as “metro sexual” (personal hygiene, manscaping or man-tainance); a bath seems to be something men rarely do. Missing out on the restorative value of a bath with Epsom salt (magnesium sulfate), known amongst many as a curative and a relaxant. Being relaxed at a first date is essential. The meeting is already laden with anticipation, unspoken expectations, and a pull to simply have a good time. Why not start out in a calm state. Go for it, draw a warm bath, add Epsom salt, bubbles and bring your rubber ducky –let it be fun.
During the prep phase, consider exfoliating by use of salt scrub, face scrub or mask. Gently get rid of the old skin, you will achieve a natural glow. You will be surprise how black heads and other "face" related concerns can be soothed away. The intention is to feel your best and you will look your best. Secondarily, help yourself maintain a more youthful look.
I do not mean for grooming to be a compulsive habit, but a practice that gives you an added boost of self-confidence. It also marks for you, a date's importance in your social life.
A friend commented after reading an earlier post; speak to "how do you get into the dating pool." For those reticent to simply dive in head first, what can you do after exhausting your friend and family network?
For some, signing on to OKcupid and match dot com are their first inclination, online dating services are just one of a few options for a busy working person.
There are many greet and meet whilst participating in favored activities sponsored by various organizations i.e. scrabble and board game players, tennis and other sports, hiking and walking groups, wine and dine. Give a call, sign up for an activity, and meet new people.
Another is the classic "water dispense/coffee maker" chat among other singles or recently married coworkers. They are not necessarily your friend per se, but they may have ideas on what to do, and where to go meet other singles. Those recalling/ relishing their more recent memories of single-hood may have places that come to mind faster than your roommate.
Something about dating rules, are in order. In the age of post sexual revolution, information age, transitory work/home life, what are good standards to abide by? When both sexes can asks someone out, going Dutch (paying your own way) is a real option, who calls and who plans? It doesn't matter. If the other person does not know you are interested, there will be no next step.
Be first, ask. Let the other person know of your interest in getting to know them etc... If it’s coffee or Happy Hour (HH), no harm done in making a move and getting it started. Can I call you again? I sense anxiety among readers rising, avoiding rejection, temper it with the pluses. You had the courage of your conviction; if the answer is yes, you have an opportunity to explore the infatuation you have held or the spark of interest which caught your attention at the start. As they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained. In our mid-years, no is simply a no. Try not to pile on your baggage.
Before I close, another friend commented on text-ing to ask someone out. She considered it cowardly, though you may not agree; your voice comes across as a human being interested in meeting another person. You may think yourself clever with a one-liner on a device, but its chicken poop.
Stay tuned for another edition of dating (again) tips.
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Saturday, July 02, 2011
Where is Daniel? NOLA for the 4th
Need I say, I heart Nawhlins... It is humid with triple digit temperatures in the day time. The vibe easy and life is --slower. In Porgy and Bess, "summertime, when the livin is easy" obliquely refers to Southern hemisphere summers, where all effort is about exerting as little effort as necessary. I digress.
ESSENCE the biggest "Black" festival is happening in the most Not-American City in the US. There are many family reunions, celebrations, and folk coming to town and enjoy the newly minted traditional weekend. The 17th Essence Festival, music in the Superdome main stage and in the super lounge, the workshops and vendors in the Convention Center, and people along the river. The lead up was apparent at LAX, while having a pizza and Caesar’s much chatter about the Fest can be overheard. The flight to Louis Armstrong Airport was full, not surprisingly the majority are African Americans.
The Quarters (Vieux Carré) and Bourbon Street are ready associations with NOLA; more recently the lower 9th ward and Katrina; among food and jazz enthusiast the Crescent City probably have few challengers; and for Freshman's what may bring them is the open bottle "poured into a cup" policy in the Quarters.
NOLA has many neighborhoods, the (French) Quarters, Garden District, Bywater or Marigny, Uptown, and small enclaves within the wards. I favor the 7th, the dividing line and a major road is Esplanade stretching from City Park to the River. Tree lined, Creole mansions and homes stand attending to the street more gracious than the better publicize Garden District. The 6th and 7th Ward has no trolley cars, popularized by Tennessee Williams play, which served the Garden District and the French Quarters. Elysian Field however, is a familiar track, since I travel this way from my friend’s home one block from the 3rd pump house.
Fortier Park (Esplanade, Grande Rue St. John and Mystery), where the 6th and 7th ward converge, is a shady patch of grass. On Thursday's at 6pm a drumming class for local kids and adults are given. I got to experience it on Friday, since my friends who teach the class had a pre-Essence gig in the Quarters. After the drumming, we sipped wine at our once often frequented local wine bar and chatted with others in our tribe. Earlier that afternoon, A and I drove into City Park, learning many of the old Oak Trees I wanted to visit were taken down after the last Hurricane season. The park more manicured, lost the fabled "old plantation" grounds feel to the place.
Change is coming slowly into New Orleans neighborhoods, with exceptions for the insured areas in the city. The rest still hold lingering reminders of Katrina’s devastation.
ESSENCE the biggest "Black" festival is happening in the most Not-American City in the US. There are many family reunions, celebrations, and folk coming to town and enjoy the newly minted traditional weekend. The 17th Essence Festival, music in the Superdome main stage and in the super lounge, the workshops and vendors in the Convention Center, and people along the river. The lead up was apparent at LAX, while having a pizza and Caesar’s much chatter about the Fest can be overheard. The flight to Louis Armstrong Airport was full, not surprisingly the majority are African Americans.
The Quarters (Vieux Carré) and Bourbon Street are ready associations with NOLA; more recently the lower 9th ward and Katrina; among food and jazz enthusiast the Crescent City probably have few challengers; and for Freshman's what may bring them is the open bottle "poured into a cup" policy in the Quarters.
NOLA has many neighborhoods, the (French) Quarters, Garden District, Bywater or Marigny, Uptown, and small enclaves within the wards. I favor the 7th, the dividing line and a major road is Esplanade stretching from City Park to the River. Tree lined, Creole mansions and homes stand attending to the street more gracious than the better publicize Garden District. The 6th and 7th Ward has no trolley cars, popularized by Tennessee Williams play, which served the Garden District and the French Quarters. Elysian Field however, is a familiar track, since I travel this way from my friend’s home one block from the 3rd pump house.
Fortier Park (Esplanade, Grande Rue St. John and Mystery), where the 6th and 7th ward converge, is a shady patch of grass. On Thursday's at 6pm a drumming class for local kids and adults are given. I got to experience it on Friday, since my friends who teach the class had a pre-Essence gig in the Quarters. After the drumming, we sipped wine at our once often frequented local wine bar and chatted with others in our tribe. Earlier that afternoon, A and I drove into City Park, learning many of the old Oak Trees I wanted to visit were taken down after the last Hurricane season. The park more manicured, lost the fabled "old plantation" grounds feel to the place.
Change is coming slowly into New Orleans neighborhoods, with exceptions for the insured areas in the city. The rest still hold lingering reminders of Katrina’s devastation.
Friday, June 24, 2011
June and PRIDE 2011
June 2011 is a peculiar month. It began with marking the 30th year of HIV/AIDS being in our midst and will end with Pride Festivals and Parade in NYC, SF, NOLA, Minneapolis, Chi town, SEA, OKC, Wichita, and Harlem. The convergence of both markers in my in American life is queer (pun intended). The 4th Sunday of June is most often attributed to the Stonewall Protest/Riot, when a group of drag queens along with other same sex loving people launched the present day gay movement in the US. Pride became a celebration of an uprising, to be no longer subject to police brutality, being treated as an outcast or social pariah.
I recall attending NYC Pride in ‘94 when many in the LGBT community marked 25 years post Stonewall, and coinciding with the anniversary was the Gay Games. What struck me, as the march snaked through Mid-town --the mass of participants appeared like a walking Gap Ad. Most wore the uniform of khaki shorts, faded T’s, baseball caps and not surprisingly made up mainly of mainstream/dominant culture homosexuals and their friends. Though I walked with the Filipino contingent, made up largely of New Yorkers and their visitors, a handful in Drag; the absence of transvestites, transsexuals, Drag Queens and “fringe” members of the broader gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community was noticeable. Most stark was the closing ceremony of the Games, held at Yankee Stadium, as attendees packed trains in the Subway ride to the Bronx, the irony of a ballpark filled with affluent white men did not escape me.
A few years later at Toronto Pride, I was less surprised and anticipated the majority of celebrants being members of the dominant culture/class. Canadians do not strike me as having a conflicted identity around privilege. Different in that encounter was how wide the range of self-expression that were being cultivated. Punks, walked with leather men, mixed with fairies, bears, and transvestites. Float contingents were gender mixed, as well as the pedestrian only areas off Church Street. I capped this trip with a 4th of July celebration with a friend’s family in Jamestown, NY. She and I ventured to Toronto, mainly not wanting to be in San Francisco for Pride festivities, and secondly visit with her parents for the American holiday.
Peculiar and mix are the sentiments I have about this month. Odd in having lived and worked in ground zero of the US side of the Global pandemic; yet still observing the integrative challenges of a movement largely defined by moneyed and powerful men; and perceiving race, class, gender, nationality, in an increasingly divided society will never cease to be the fly in the ointment. HIV and AIDS can be characterized as a disease of disparity.
Wondering aloud, if there is reason for Pride festivals? Do we celebrate our inordinate self-importance, achievements, and advantages when many others are denied their dignity? If however, we mark the 4th Sunday of this month as a community of people who value in ourselves and others self-respect and esteem, use it as building blocks towards a less divided nation, then I can see my mixed feelings as merely passing.
I recall attending NYC Pride in ‘94 when many in the LGBT community marked 25 years post Stonewall, and coinciding with the anniversary was the Gay Games. What struck me, as the march snaked through Mid-town --the mass of participants appeared like a walking Gap Ad. Most wore the uniform of khaki shorts, faded T’s, baseball caps and not surprisingly made up mainly of mainstream/dominant culture homosexuals and their friends. Though I walked with the Filipino contingent, made up largely of New Yorkers and their visitors, a handful in Drag; the absence of transvestites, transsexuals, Drag Queens and “fringe” members of the broader gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community was noticeable. Most stark was the closing ceremony of the Games, held at Yankee Stadium, as attendees packed trains in the Subway ride to the Bronx, the irony of a ballpark filled with affluent white men did not escape me.
A few years later at Toronto Pride, I was less surprised and anticipated the majority of celebrants being members of the dominant culture/class. Canadians do not strike me as having a conflicted identity around privilege. Different in that encounter was how wide the range of self-expression that were being cultivated. Punks, walked with leather men, mixed with fairies, bears, and transvestites. Float contingents were gender mixed, as well as the pedestrian only areas off Church Street. I capped this trip with a 4th of July celebration with a friend’s family in Jamestown, NY. She and I ventured to Toronto, mainly not wanting to be in San Francisco for Pride festivities, and secondly visit with her parents for the American holiday.
Peculiar and mix are the sentiments I have about this month. Odd in having lived and worked in ground zero of the US side of the Global pandemic; yet still observing the integrative challenges of a movement largely defined by moneyed and powerful men; and perceiving race, class, gender, nationality, in an increasingly divided society will never cease to be the fly in the ointment. HIV and AIDS can be characterized as a disease of disparity.
Wondering aloud, if there is reason for Pride festivals? Do we celebrate our inordinate self-importance, achievements, and advantages when many others are denied their dignity? If however, we mark the 4th Sunday of this month as a community of people who value in ourselves and others self-respect and esteem, use it as building blocks towards a less divided nation, then I can see my mixed feelings as merely passing.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The color Orange
It's summer in our hemisphere.
The light of day lasts through 8:30 in the evening of late
Skies greyed by morning fog and auto fumes,
less an ocean breeze
blows it inland
Sunset drama play
The fruit orange
(Clementine, Mandarin, Tangerine, Satsumas, Kumquats, Tangelos, Bergamot, Oranges, Persimmon)
evoke eternal summer and signaling fall.
The flower orange
California poppy, Nasturtium, Sunflower, Asiatic Lilies
all-presence, gentle invaders
in our ecozone
Color of fall and harvest
pumpkins, gourds
Its combination of red's energy and the happiness of yellow,
the sun's color in our mind
signaling joy and balmy tropics.
Orange as a color
identified with visibility
safety
midpoint between yellow and red
Red-orange hot ember
conjures passion, pleasure and thirst for action.
Saffron robe and alms-giving.
Sacred dress for Hindus and Buddhist
Amber, burning stone
musky resin
preservative
Gold, precious metal
pliable at twenty-four,
ever present as fourteen,
gilded Vermeil.
©det
Do you have other associations to the color Orange?

The light of day lasts through 8:30 in the evening of late
Skies greyed by morning fog and auto fumes,
less an ocean breeze
blows it inland
Sunset drama play
The fruit orange
(Clementine, Mandarin, Tangerine, Satsumas, Kumquats, Tangelos, Bergamot, Oranges, Persimmon)
evoke eternal summer and signaling fall.
The flower orange
California poppy, Nasturtium, Sunflower, Asiatic Lilies
all-presence, gentle invaders
in our ecozone
Color of fall and harvest
pumpkins, gourds
Its combination of red's energy and the happiness of yellow,
the sun's color in our mind
signaling joy and balmy tropics.
Orange as a color
identified with visibility
safety
midpoint between yellow and red
Red-orange hot ember
conjures passion, pleasure and thirst for action.
Saffron robe and alms-giving.
Sacred dress for Hindus and Buddhist
Amber, burning stone
musky resin
preservative
Gold, precious metal
pliable at twenty-four,
ever present as fourteen,
gilded Vermeil.
©det
Do you have other associations to the color Orange?

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