Another Week That Was

YouTube, you are amazing; I found it – “Flying Car; I Was Promised Flying Cars!” said Avery Brooks:

I love this commercial. Avery Brooks, a.k.a. Captain Sisko of “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine,” has such a wonderful voice. Just his voice makes this ad.

Slate’s Explainer on “How a dirty word gets that way.” I tend not to realize that there really is a history – a whole etomology – behind, say, the f- word. So, really, this article was fascinating.

This other Explainer explains the Pope’s Swiss Guard. I suspected they might be undercover (or could be more like our Secret Service) – they couldn’t possibly always be wearing those plumed helmets.

And, speaking of words and language and voice: apparently this trio from the West Coast are on an illuminating path with their play about racial slurs (and literally entitled three most unpleasant slurs):

Oddly, the play originated in the more subtle racism of the entertainment world. When [Rafael] Agustín was a graduate student at U.C.L.A.’s School of Theater, Film and Television in 2003, he became frustrated when he was rejected repeatedly for leading parts in plays by Shakespeare and Tennessee Williams, directed by other students.

“One director said: ‘You’re fantastic. There’s this Latino play, you should audition for that,’ ” recalled Mr. Agustín, whose father was a doctor in Ecuador who ended up working at Kmart after moving to this country for economic reasons.

Mr. Agustín complained to the faculty — which, he says, reported back that the directors said they envisioned Brad Pitt-Jude Law types in the leading roles. He realized he would have to write something himself to showcase his talent.

He reached out for help from a mentor and former debate coach at Mount San Antonio College, the community college in tiny Walnut, Calif., where Mr. Agustín was a champion debater. The coach, Liesel Reinhart, and her boyfriend, Steven T. Seagle, helped shape the piece and suggested bringing in his former debate teammates, [Allan] Axibal and [Miles] Gregley.

At the time Mr. Gregley was doing stand-up comedy in his spare time, while Mr. Axibal was doing slam poetry in his. “The three of us sat down together one day and had a simple conversation about how we felt about the state of things,” Mr. Agustín recalled.

Mr. Axibal said: “We started telling each other the things we went through. Even as close friends, these were things that we never knew about each other. We’d all had experiences with these words.”

Over two years of performance in 24 states, “N*W*C” has shifted and evolved with practice and experience. They have added a Michael Richards joke. They have closely watched the immigration debate. They have had a white supremacist tell them their play changed his point of view.

They hope one day to bring the show to Broadway or parts nearby, and to spin it into a television show. Their attempt to write their way into a career has been a success, but it has also become a mission of sorts.

“People say to us: ‘You can’t stop doing this. You have to keep going,’ ” Mr. Gregley said.

Mr. Agustín chimed in: “We think, ‘The N.A.A.C.P. and the neo-Nazis are ticked off at us? We sure are bringing people together.’ ”

I think it’s interesting that creativity can come out of the prejudices of the art world. Imagine – if the dramatic arts weren’t so hesitant about casting a person of color to Shakespeare (or weren’t so fixated on the Brad Pitts/Jude Laws), the motivation to go out and make your own play wouldn’t have that extra societal kick to it.

And, it’s that time of year for Skakespeare Outdoors.

I am trying not to pay any attention to the Paris Hilton debacle (really, so not worth it) – but it does illuminate the oddities of the law and society – are celebrities (particularly people who are famous just for being famous) really getting better treatment in the criminal justice system? Is the law going too far over a minor matter because the celebrity is embarrassing them? I mean, yeah, the jails are overcrowded, and people on minor charges get out early, but even here, the potential for social outcry should have made anyone try to avoid it (like, do your time for more than a week and don’t make a scene; don’t make a judge mad; etc.). NY Times’ Sharon Waxman highlights:

It was a rare moment in this star-filled city, where badly behaving celebrities can seemingly get away with anything — or at least D.U.I. But Ms. Hilton, for all her money and celebrity, seems to have been caught between battling arms of the justice system here, with prosecutors and Judge Sauer determined to make a point by incarcerating her, only to have the sheriff’s office let her go.

“She’s a pawn in a turf fight right now,” said Laurie Levenson, a law professor at Loyola Law School Los Angeles. “It backfired against her because she’s a celebrity. She got a harsher sentence because she was a celebrity. And then when her lawyer found a way out of jail, there was too much public attention for it to sit well with the court.”

The struggle between the judge and the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department, which runs the jail, incited indignation far beyond the attention normally paid to a minor criminal matter.

Judicial and police officials here said they were inundated with calls from outraged residents and curious news media outlets from around the country and beyond. The Rev. Al Sharpton, the civil rights activist, decried Ms. Hilton’s release as an example of “double standards,” saying consideration was given to a pampered rich girl that would never have been accorded an average inmate.

I just think it’s kind of sad that there are real issues – war, famine, disease, etc. – and the media circus can only find one redeeming issue in the Hilton case – that the criminal justice system has problems.

Oh: Canada


Soundtrack for the week: an American Sign Language version of Fort Minor – “Where’d You Go”.

Sorry for the lack of updates – I’ve just been beat from this last trip to Toronto, as well as beat up. I’ll briefly recap the past week.

Starting from last Wednesday night, I pulled an all-nighter packing for a 7:30 am flight from LaGuardia to Toronto. My mom was over the apartment so that we could leave together. It was her first flight on a plane since 9/11, so we had to educate her on what had to be done to get through security.

We arrived on time at about 10:00 in Toronto, and took a taxi to the Sheraton Centre, in Downtown Toronto. The room is available when we get there so we slept in. We jumped into a Zipcar (yes they’re in Toronto, and it was the best choice we made – where gas is $4/gallon, something that has gas included has to be a deal) in the afternoon to get to my uncle’s apartment in Scarborough. The rehearsal was at St. Rose of Lima Church, followed by a nice steak dinner at the Blackhorn Dining Room where we got to meet the in-laws to be.

Friday, we spent an easy day exploring the PATH – the underground shopping mall underneath downtown. Lunch at Akco – a Japanese/Korean restaurant. P got her nails done. That night, the rest of the family came in and we had a family dinner at my uncle’s favorite dim sum restaurant, Dragon Dynasty, which was to be one of the best dim sum restaurants in Toronto. Our set menu was very well done. Afterwards, P and I went to the lakefront to see the Luminato festival which was loads of fun, and some nice quality time for just the two of us.

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Saturday, the wedding day, P got me out of bed early to get coffee. We only made it 50 feet out of the hotel where I suddenly found myself on the ground splayed over the curb. A Mountie was actually coming down the street and asked if I was all right, and I waved him off. After making it to the Tim Horton’s I could see that it was swelling up quite a bit. Getting back to the hotel room, P put some ice packs on the injury. After some pain killers, we all hobbled to the Zipcar and drove to the church.

The ceremony was nice and relatively simple, hewing to the traditional Catholic playbook. Then we drove to the reception hall, the Shangri-la Convention Centre . The meal was a traditional Chinese banquet, with the substitution of salmon fillet for whole fish for the groom’s party, premium shark fin soup (very obviously the real thing), and cake and pastries table at the end. Despite the “No Shooters” sign, the cousins all did anyway. The cake had custom-made bobble head figurines of my cousin and her husband which were really funny. The party ended at 1 am. P got to drive back.

The next day, we check out and go shopping at the Eaton Centre. We have Greek food that was quite nice, and made a few choice purchases. We didn’t need to rush to the airport, as the flight was delayed one hour, and then ground stopped for 2 and a half more hours as the remnants of a tropical storm was crossing New York. We got at about 10:30 pm.

The next day, Monday, was alma mater’s graduation, and exactly 10 years to the day of my law school graduation. The honoree was a supreme court justice from Canada who was a Holocaust survivor. The saddest event of the proceedings was the awarding of a posthumous JD to U.S. Army Staff Sergent Kyu Chay, a Korean-American who was killed by a road bomb while deployed in Afghanistan. He had only 3 credits left. His father and brother accepted the diploma for him.

First Weekend of June

Friday night – eating at Salaam Bombay. Decor – very nice. Food – very nice.

Chinese woman with headaches turns out to have had bullet in head for 64 years, something dating back to when the Japanese invaded. Ouch.

Interesting NY Times article on Dept. of Sanitation going after illegal dumpers. Sure, you could feel sorry for the dimwit who decided to dump the unwanted vacuum and computer desk in the middle of nowhere, where other dimwits already dumped crap. Still, just because others dumped crap there, doesn’t make that location a legal dumping ground – and the dumper surely knew that. Ignorance of the law is NOT a defense.

Recent Spring Reading:

The Subway Chronicles: Scenes from Life in New York.” Thumbs way up. Great anthology – all the essays were wonderful on the slices of life that is in our subways. Great subway reading, of course!

Breaking the Bamboo Ceiling: Career Strategies for Asians” by Jane Hyun. Significant reading.

Snow Falling on Cedars” by David Guterson. Historical novel – when a Japanese-American WWII vet is accused of murder in 1950’s America, all kinds of emotional baggage comes out – legal questions; prejudice; jealousy; love; hate; and Post-Traumatic-Stress about being in war. The imagery of the American Northwest – how the land was never quite the same when the community faced upheaval from the war. The scenes about what it must have been like in the US on the day of and after Pearl Harbor – strangely reminded me of 9/11/01 and 9/12/01 here in NYC – for a book published in 1995, it reminds me of how some things are quite evocative.