This past summer (2020), I was part of Tadaima! A Community Virtual Pilgrimage, a massive digital undertaking intended to hold space for the many in-person pilgrimage programs put on each year at former World War II Japanese American incarceration sites. I was honored to have been asked to participate in two programs, where I ledContinue reading “Public Scholarship and Private Pedagogy, Oh My!”
(N → ∞) Late on Easter Sunday 2020, NASCAR driver Kyle Larson said the N-word. Yeah, that one. He was participating in a virtual charity race, trying to get ahold of his spotter. Thinking he was speaking on a private channel, he said, “Hey, n—–.” I don’t think his spotter was Black; it doesn’t actuallyContinue reading “NASCAR, Nikkei, N—–”
I listened to Linkin Park in middle school. A lot of people are saying that today, and I love them all. I am one of them. But I also listened to Linkin Park yesterday. When I was thirteen, they were my favorite band. More to the point, I am twenty-six years old at time ofContinue reading “One More Light”
I joined the Japanese American Citizens League (JACL) in November 2014, after the police shooting of Aura Rosser in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Her death sparked the Ann Arbor to Ferguson (AA2F) movement, joining hands with the fight for restorative justice in the wake of the killing of Michael Brown in Ferguson and the larger BlackContinue reading “Why I’m Attending the JACL National Convention in DC This Week”
Books build worlds by making rules, but what turns me off so much fantasy/supernatural fiction is that even after eschewing “real life rules” for their own shiny new ones, these books seem to think that they’re then obligated to follow those rules all the time, to the letter. No diverging, no slippage, no chaos. And that’s the part that’s just not realistic about fantasy, frankly. In what world are the rules infallible?
There are always giants at the end of beanstalks. This was proven long before anyone knew of Jack, that poor and petulant farmer, and proven again long after. It’s a tale told time and time again, always forgotten but sometimes deciphered from the trills of uncertain cicadas. (When cicadas tell each other bedtime stories, theirContinue reading “Your Story Is Not Their Story”