I’m Not in Beijing

The annual picnic on Saturday in Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx was pretty nice – lovely weather, delicious kalbi, and Olympic trivia.

Michael Phelps is even more The Man, with eight… His place in Olympic history is pretty fixed. The next question is what will he do in the future?

Plus, what will this means for NBC? They’ve done quite well with the ratings with Phelps. They’ve regained an identity as a network (heavily promoting their fall lineup and their whole “chime in” slogan to remind you of the NBC “sound”). Without Phelps, what will we watch with the rest of the Olympics? Well, I’ve been sucked into watching the engrossing stuff, so it’s not like we can avoid it for the rest of the week.

NY Times’ Edward Wong on the complicated feelings of being an ethnic Chinese (but American) in the middle of the Chinese Olympics.

Newsweek.com’s Melinda Liu asks various people on their ideas of the Olympics’ implications on China; so, Prof. Daniel A. Bell discusses how China may be returning to the values of Confucius – family values and charity, etc. Quite a thing to think about.

Melinda Liu also summarizes on the various “oops” of the Olympics so far (the CGI fireworks of the Opening Ceremonies; the switched little girl singing; the Spanish teams’ shenanigans; the list goes on; I doubt there’s ever a perfect Olympics).

What happened to US Boxing was bizarre.

Softball’s existence for Olympics is coming to a near close, along with baseball.

NY Times’ Nicholas D. Kristof attempts to apply for a permit to have a protest in Beijing; bureaucracy pretty much discourages him from doing it. Oh well. He tried.

Non-Olympic stuff:

John McCain has identified Teddy Roosevelt as his model of great President; but how much of TR is really in McCain? TR, after all, was progressive, and wouldn’t exactly be the idol of the conservative wing of the Republican party.

I wonder if this idea of massive solar energy plants could work effectively. But, they do have a lot of sun in CA, so why not try? (besides the amount of money involved, of course).

Plus, some cities are thinking of resorting back to using trolleys, considering the cost of gas. Well, it’s kind of nice that mass transit’s getting more evaluation, even if it’s more because of the “gas is expensive” reasoning.

New Year’s Eve

Friday night – siblings and I went to see the Holiday Lights at the Bronx Zoo (thanks in part to two complimentary tickets courtesy of the Daily News Sweepstakes that I entered – so cool to have won something, even if it is one of those random drawings!). The lights were very nice stuff. The music playing in the speakers had weird stuff – a sort-of jazzy/R&B version of the Rudolph son, an extremely hard-to-recognize version of Mariah Carey’s Christmas song sung by a male singer, and a not-very-good version of Jingle Bell Rock. Weird to visit the zoo at night; although it was nice to visit the zoo at all, since I hadn’t done it in years. The animals in the zoo didn’t seem to care to see people – one tiger sat with his(her?) back to the protective window barriers; the snakes and turtles all seemed asleep. The camels certainly seemed happy to see people, posing just so perfectly; but they (or the neighboring boar) were smelly. Oh, well. A nice holiday thing.

Some notable newspaper reading:
NY Times reports on the re-opening of the National Palace Museum in Taiwan. The pictures from the accompanying slide show on the Times’ website looks nice.

Awhile back, I watched this Nova episode about dogs on PBS, where the evolution of dogs and why we love them were nicely explained – and the episode didn’t hold back on the perils of dog-breeding and how in-breeding can be perilous if the goal is to produce the purebreed but not done safely. The Times had this sad article on how the excessive dog inbreeding in Japan is problematic. Sure the tiny chihuahua with blue eyes is adorable; but apparently, his siblings may have died because they were hideously deformed. It gets nuts, and then one wonders – do you want to extrapolate as to what kind of values your country has by allowing this to happen:

Rare dogs are highly prized here, and can set buyers back more than $10,000. But the real problem is what often arrives in the same litter: genetically defective sister and brother puppies born with missing paws or faces lacking eyes and a nose.

There have been dogs with brain disorders so severe that they spent all day running in circles, and others with bones so frail they dissolved in their bodies. Many carry hidden diseases that crop up years later, veterinarians and breeders say.

Kiyomi Miyauchi was heartbroken to discover this after one of two Boston terriers she bought years ago suddenly collapsed last year into spasms on the living room floor and died. In March, one of its puppies died the same way; another went blind.

Ms. Miyauchi stumbled across a widespread problem here that is only starting to get attention. Rampant inbreeding has given Japanese dogs some of the highest rates of genetic defects in the world, sometimes four times higher than in the United States and Europe.

These illnesses are the tragic consequences of the national penchant in Japan for turning things cute and cuddly into social status symbols. But they also reflect the fondness for piling onto fads in Japan, a nation that always seems caught in the grip of some trend or other.

“Japanese are maniacs for booms,” said Toshiaki Kageyama, a professor of veterinary medicine specializing in genetic defects at Azabu University in Sagamihara. “But people forget here that dogs aren’t just status symbols. They are living things.”

Dogs are just one current rage. [….]

The affection for fads in Japan reflects its group-oriented culture, a product of the conformity taught in its grueling education system. But booms also take off because they are fueled by big business. Companies like Sony and Nintendo are constantly looking to create the next adorable hit, churning out cute new characters and devices. Booms help sustain an entire industrial complex, from software makers to marketers and distributors, that thrives off the pack mentality of consumers in Japan. [….]

“The demand is intense, and so is the temptation,” said Hidekazu Kawanabe, one of the country’s top Chihuahua breeders. “There are a lot of bad breeders out there who see dogs as nothing more than an industrial product to make quick money.” [….]

The Japan Kennel Club began adding results of DNA screening onto pedigree certificates in April. But that falls short of the American Kennel Club, which discourages risky inbreeding by listing acceptable colors for each breed.

“Japan is about 30 or 40 years behind in dealing with genetic defects,” said Takemi Nagamura, president of the Japan Kennel Club.

Ultimately, animal care professionals say, the solution is educating not just breeders but potential dog owners.

“If consumers didn’t buy these unnatural dogs,” said Chizuko Yamaguchi, a veterinarian at the Japan Animal Welfare Society, “breeders wouldn’t breed them.”

So, you want something rare and unique, but you go overboard in trying to get ahead of the neighbors and wind up with nothing better than theirs, if not worse. Sigh.

NY Times’ Caryn James does a comparison of “Children of Men” the movie (starring Clive Owen) and “Children of Men” book that movie’s premise was derived (written by P.D. James, most famous for her Commander Dagliesh of Scotland Yard mystery series). I had read the book so long ago, and it’s very dark – so I have been wary about seeing the movie. Then again, it has a cool director and Clive Owen, so who knows if I do see it. But, I liked how Caryn James was able to respect both versions as worthy of each other as pieces of art that have their own integrity and commentary on the dark times we live in.

Being a student of American history, and simply a presidential history buff, I watched the Ford funeral ceremonies on tv. The coverage has been a little weird – I feel sad for the Ford family, but the tv coverages push how we’re to celebrate a long and lovely life and, no less important, celebrate America. Or, maybe it’s not the fault of the tv anchors; my cynicism rises when I have to hear certain speakers make it seem like America and Ford were destined for great things (destiny? providence? it got to be a bit much to me). NY Times’ tv critic Alessandra Stanley put it like this: “Death is sad, at least in most cases. But the death of a former president has become an almost cheery television event.”

In the midst of all the sadness and holiday cheer and the madness of our times, let’s wish for a happy New Year.

Weekend Roundup

Hitting 4 out of New York’s 5 boroughs this weekend… I actually published this on Sunday, but I couldn’t get it out of some funky mode…

Friday: Bought 40 pounds of kal bi (Korean short rib) from Assi Plaza. The stuff comes rock solid. People were doing double takes as we rolled out of the place with the stuff. Since we had an ice chest, we had enough time to go out for dinner.

We went to Pine Garden Restaurant, 141-43 Northern Blvd., for Korean. It’s a very homey neighborhood place, not like those massive BBQ emporiums such as Kam Gum San. We ordered the Nokcha-yangnyum Galbi for the BBQ, which is black angus rib marinated with the house special green tea sauce. It had a unique sweet taste, and the meat was very lean. We also had Jop Chae and ManDu Goo Yi (pan fried dumplings). Excellent – recommended.

When we went home, P made a big pot of chilli for the picnic the next day – that took about 3 hours before we went to sleep.

Saturday: We went to Costco with a bunch of other people from Asian Alumni associations. We walked out of there with $1,000 worth of picnic stuff – 5 shopping carts. Kalbi, fish balls and the chilli were a big hit. We’ll have to cut out more hamburgers and get more drinks though. And NYU wins the tug-of-war for the first year.

That night, I spent a couple of hours to get rid of the kim chee smell out of the back of the zip car. Wow, that stuff gets really ripe. Note to self: kim chee gets really dangerous when it gets warm – the active cultures puts off a lot of gas that causes the bottle to leak.

Sunday: Tiger Beer sponsored a Singapore Chili Crab festival in Brooklyn DUMBO – I had two plates this year. The sauce was much milder and more coconut flavored this year, which I preferred. We then made a b-line to P’s sisters place near the GW bus station to walk the doggies. We got them a snow-cone (without flavor) which they really enjoyed.

Later we went to Galapogos Art Center in Williamsburg to see the Sulu Series, a monthly menagerie of Asian American performing artists curated by Reggie Cabico from NYU APA. It featured a number of spoken word acts, guitarists, and a rapper that needed an audience to film his new music video.

We went because of Wendy Ip, who was performing and was by far the best act. Wendy’s song “Our Little Room” is now my current favorite. I though she had great technique on keyboard and original lyrics – completely different than everybody else with the sterotypical lone guitar strapped around their necks. She’s something between Carole King and Carole Bayer Sager. I think it was in an interview between Burt Bacharach and Elvis Costello where Bacharach said “you don’t have to apologize for being harmonic”. No apologies – Wendy Ip is Recommended.

Afterwards, we went to Fornino, Michael Aylub’s pizza laboratory down the street and around the corner. Brickoven pizza with organic ingredients works well. Herbs are grown in the back yard, so it is as fresh as it could be. It is slightly thicker than the only other pizza in Brooklyn in the same league, Grimaldi’s. Score: toppings better at Fornino, bread better at Grimaldi’s. Fornino has more room for seating, doesn’t have lines around the block and takes credit cards, which are some points in their favor. So overall, a slight edge to Fornino. However, Grimaldi’s is within walking distance from the house. Both recommended.