Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Everything Revolve Around the Penny

Listening to: Mountain Brothers, "Paper Chase."

Asian-American rappers are taking over the world! Or maybe just my small corner of the Internet. Two recent articles, one on Awkwafina and another on Dumbfoundead. I can't say I'd heard of either before reading about them, unless you remember Dumbfoundead from this 2010 Top Ten Greatest Asian American Rappers of All Time list. I didn't. Of the two, Dumbfoundead has little appeal to me, as his lyrics, sound, and presentation seem to be outdated. Maybe fifteen years ago it would have been something, having an Asian American rapper like this, but not anymore.

Awkwafina on the other hand, I like. She's funny, for one, with lyrics that are witty and got stuck in my head after a few listens. "My vag, squirt aloe vera / yo vag, look like Tony Danza." Yeah, at first listen she came off like an Asian Kreayshawn, but after reading more about her and listening to her music, she's got some depth, and a hint of intelligent subversion, and her whole thing isn't operating on a level that just encompasses her songs. I'm interested to see where her career goes. I mean, besides college campuses.
The other night I was in the Meatball Shop, talking to a couple of near new acquaintances about our favorite podcasts. One of them brought up This American Life and I immediately verbally recoiled. Having come off of reading some old articles about This American Life -- and NPR in general -- that skewers its very white, upper middle class, perspective, I was more anti-TAL than usual.

I hesistated to explain why though, because two of the three acquaintances were white. It seemed out of place to denigrate This American Life right then, so I only offered up that Ira Glass and his voice annoyed me. This American Life has some very interesting topics, but it's also run into its share of controversies and criticisms. I have been wondering all week if I should have brought up TAL's perspective problem while I had the chance.
So when reading the Dumbfoundead article, I noticed that it was presented under NPR's new Code Switch series. Code Switch's six journalists cover race, ethnicity, and culture. Here's the FAQs answer to why they're covering race, ethnicity, and culture:
"As you've probably heard, the U.S. is in the midst of a big demographic shift. Over the next few decades, people of color will come to compose a majority of the country's population, a transition that's already happened among the nation's youngest residents. Already, race, ethnicity and culture play a starring role in some of the biggest stories unfolding in the news, and that role will only increase as this demographic shift continues. We want to cover these matters with the depth, nuance, intelligence and comprehensiveness they deserve."
Heaven forbid these are just regular things NPR rolls into its coverage. A special section wil now be earmarked for the ethnics. This kind of thing is prevalent everywhere. I think immediately of instances where ethnic authors are only invited to speak at the diversity panel. (The "ethnic ghetto" of conferences as my friend likes to call it.) Or you know, when women are only invited to speak about being women in such a such a sphere. It's a blast!

Of course, my general anti-NPR stance is hypocritical because I'm a huge Slate fan. I devour all of its podcasts, most of its articles, and used to feed many of its RSS into my Reader. The number of minority voices I read/hear on Slate is very few. But oh, Slate has a special site for women and for black people. The taglines for them are "XX Factor: What Women Really Think" and "The Root: Black News, Opinion, Politics, and Culture." Take from it what you will.

Also, a few months ago, I had lunch with a friend who went on a few dates with the guy who started Asian Avenue. Remember that? His company also started Black Planet and early community sites for Hispanic and LGBT communities. Now he's rolling in yachts and fancy apartments. So I guess there's some money in it. Again, I platform for an Asian Mom OK Cupid where they can set up their children. Please send me all investment inquiries. This site will make us all rich.

I just wrapped up reading My Korean Deli, a memoir by a former senior editor at the Paris Review. Along with his Korean mother-in-law, and his ex-lawyer wife, Ben Howe drains his family's savings to purchase a Boerum Hill deli for $120,000. This was maybe ten years ago, before Barclays Center contruction had begun, and gentrification had truly set in. The deli they bought is close by me, and that was another reason I wanted to read it, beyond a general curiosity about the ins-and-outs of New York delis.

The book bothered me a ton at first, as I couldn't figure out how I felt about Howe's depiction of his new immigrant family -- he and his wife, Gab, lived in her mom's house during this time -- and the deli's mostly ethnic customers. He came off, rather harshly, as the white WASP he is/was/is. (He does seem self aware of this though.) It wasn't that he wasn't informed or open minded, it was just the casual way he seemed to unable to understand another perspective. Then again, neither could the Korean mother-in-law, so I guess the schism cuts both ways.

The book was one third exploration of Korean culture, one third about the challenge of starting up a deli, and one third about the inner workings of the Paris Review under George Plimpton. That latter part I enjoyed. However, if not for fiftyfifty.me, I would have given up on My Korean Deli halfway. Most of the time, while reading My Korean Deli, I wondered why a book like this wasn't written by someone who had actually immigrated here and was wedded to the deli life. I guess the obvious answer would be: where would they find the time? But I also suspected that maybe a book like that would never be published because what was the hook? A Korean deli owner's daughter writes a memoir about her Korean parents' deli? Far more saleable is the white man adopts deli hook.

I guess what I'm saying is that I should have been reading Eddie Huang's book instead.
I'll tie post all in together. Howe, has the following to say about his deli, when he discovers that his Brooklyn neighborhood is now mostly evenly divided between whites and non-whites. "One way of looking at this is that we've achieved the American social ideal, a perfect demographic balance, like in the happy pictures you see in college brochures." Half white and half non-white is ideal eh? Fantastic. We've reached ultimate parity. Rejoice!

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Ways and Means: Mar

The good news is that I did better than Februrary, budget wise. The bad news is that I beat that 155% overage number by a fraction of a percentage. So small that it's not even worth celebrating. The good news is that I budgeted beautifully for groceries, public transportation, shopping, and most of the categories I flew over last month. But in the dining out category I went 155% over again, as well as play money, which was at 160% over. This tells me I need to either eat/play less, or adjust my budget in those categories.

The answer is obviously to re-budget. I mean, they say that tracking your expenses for three months will then yield what you really spend. If that's true, I spent too much! (Don't we all.) With that in mind, I have adjusted my "real" budget accordingly. I upped my dining out number, as it's unrealistic that I'll eat in more, or bother to cook. I mean, I'm in New York, I need to try everything. Since I flew over the dining out budget in spectacular fashion for January, February, and March, I'll just keep it rolling. I did lop off more play and transportation money. As spring finally arrives, there will be free activities everywhere and I anticipate an uptick in outside hanging out, which is good for both playing and not having to take taxis. I read that NYC is finally getting their much delayed bike sharing program up soon, which could be fun.

Oh, our bills came home to roost. For awhile we hadn't been getting our bills or anything, and then they all hit at once, and we questioned how our heating bill was so much. At the end of the day, Mary and I aren't about squabbling over some gas and electricity, even though we were mystified why it was so high if we're both rarely here. But she had to jaunt off to Africa so we just paid that sucker in full, no questions asked. Keep that heat coming ConEd, pipe that hot air right in.

An unexpected expense was a trip to Costco. Yes, glorious Costco! JMZ called me up and said that he was gonna do a quick run and asked if I wanted in. Um, heck yah. With visions of hot dogs and chicken bakes and gooey pizza in my head, we went in and emerged an hour or so later down almost two hundred dollars each.

I got the biggest toilet paper and paper towel stacks, snacks for days, cans of life sustaining soup, cleaning supplies, detergent, some towels that came in a pack of ten but we only wanted the four with this (awesome) bird pattern. You know how it goes. You've all been to Costco before. JMZ convinced me that it was better to buy in bulk than to keep getting small things one at a time, and since my apartment has the storage space, why not? So my household bill blew up, to the tune of an 1150% increase. That number sounds high, but it was really just because I had it set super low and the bills and Costco combined to take it to record heights.

Fellow budget clubbers, how do you guys track/prepare for vacations and getaways? I'm basically chalking it up as alternate expenses and deducting it from my savings. I mean, what I call my savings aka my bank account. Perhaps this would be best given its own category and an amount is built up in a fund over time? Please tell me oh wise ones. We're hitting up Puerto Rico on the cheap at the end of the month, and I just took the expenses out as uncategorized. More summer travels await so an effective plan now would be ideal.

I almost decided to fly to England and France for a sec, but decided that was ultimately probably not a prudent financial choice, as it would have been only for a week. The trouble I'm having with traveling is that people only want to go places for a few days. By "people" I mean those with normal jobs. My friend asked if I wanted to go to Belgium in June but it would only be for four days. Just to get over there would be about a grand and then to leave in four days? Never! Free lodging though. Perhaps I need to readjust my idea of what a proper length of time away should be.

Also, my regular pay got cut in half starting April so it's time to look for other income. Some website monies are rolling in but I should probably try to get more of that. Actually, I just found out about some incoming book money, which is unexpected and will go straight into those aforementioned savings. Glorious day. Also upcoming in April will be a true tightening of the belt and maybe I'll dare answer the question: Is it time to get a bed frame?
  • ATM Visits: Five times, no fees
  • Dining out: Thirty three times, high of $83
  • Cabs: Eleven
  • Bobas: So many I didn't even count
  • Cigarettes: None
  • Shopping: Fanny pack, earplugs, travel duffel bag, four books
  • Play: Three movies, a musical, symphony at Carnegie Hall, Starcraft 2 expansion pack, approx five nights out, two karaoke sessions
  • Biggest expenses: Household bills ($355), karaoke ($100), bus ride to D.C. ($160), Costco ($160), Dinner ($83)

Friday, April 5, 2013

Notice Me, Take My Hand

Last Friday I fell into obsession. Stop right here if you're planning to see Spring Breakers aka the movie of the year. Seriously, stop right here. I mean, I think everyone should go watch it, but as AMR pointed out, my track record for things I get excited about is far less than perfect. Apparently I am an overhyper-er. But trust me, this movie is amaaaaazing. Things I've overhyped to friends that haven't turned out to be the best thing ever. Drive, the Footloose remake, Moonrise Kingdom. Apparently I know nothing about my friends' movie tastes. Well, I feel safe in recommending Spring Breakers to a select few. And by "select few" I mean everybody.

At worst it's a cultural conversation. At best it'll make you want to re-watch it. Immediately.

I realize Rotten Tomatoes is giving Spring Breakers a 65% approval rating, and that the critics' score is even lower. I realize the movie stars Vanessa Hudgens, Selena Gomez, and that girl from Pretty Little Liars that nobody actually knows. I realize it has James Franco in gold teeth. I realize these are the exact reasons this was a must see for me, but maybe a "hell on" for you. I realize you maybe saw the trailer and dismissed Spring Breakers as hedonistic trash. If it helps, director Harmony Korine did Kids and Gummo. He calls this movie a "pop poem," and that's the perfect description.

As anyone hanging out with me during the past weekend can attest, I've been irresistibly whispering "sprinnnng breaakkkkk, sprinnng breaakkk" in Franco's drawl all the time. I've also been constantly chuckling to myself about scenes from the movie. My friend and I, the only two people who may ever see this movie among our circle of friends (she's a closeted ABC Family fan and we bond over horrible television shows) have been texting each other post-watch with quotes from the movie "I just want to be baaaad." Currently I'm downloading the soundtrack -- done by Cliff Martinez, who also sheperded the great Drive soundtrack -- so I'm about to get into some Skrillex. Please save me.

To be honest, in planning to watch the movie, I was afraid of dragging people along, since the chance of this being a bomb was pretty high. But I'm happy to report that despite whatever comes out during the rest of the year, Spring Breakers will be a favorite.

Also, there is a Britney Spears scene in the movie that has to be seen to be believed. I didn't think it would be possible to beat "Fireworks" in Rust and Bone but this does it. If this is a trend, using pop songs during emotionally uplifting/downsliding moments, I'm all in. I would link to the clip but that would ruin the surprise -- and the impact. Needless to say, I've been Britney-ing all day.

We went to D.C. this past weekend. It was an in and out trip, just a few days. I couldn't quite recall the last time I'd been there. Luckily the moblog pinpointed it: Summer 2011. This time around we went for the cherry blossoms -- which haven't bloomed yet, tragically -- and did a quick run by of the major monuments. The weather on Saturday was gorgeous, so warm my legs were burning up from the thermals. It might soon be time to ditch my dear friends.

I got to check out the newish MLK Memorial, which was of interest because it was made by a Chinese sculptor, Lei Yixin. If you'll recall, there was some controversy about its origins. I guess this tends to happen a lot. (The Vietnam Veterans Memorial was designed by Maya Lin.) As I've been recently struggling with the "who made what" problem, I tried to summon an opinion on memorials and who gets to make them.

The best I could conjure up was when my mom and uncle wanted to put a cross on my dad's funeral stone thing. I was vehemently against it -- my dad wasn't Christian -- and fought hard to keep it off. My reasoning was that I'd be damned if someone put symbols on my gravestone that misrepresented me. Our compromise was that there would be Christian symbology at the funeral. This story is unrelated to the MLK Memorial but that's the closest I could come to relating to it.

Here's a question we encountered: When was the Korean War? The Korean War Memorial depicts a group of larger than life sized soldiers walking through the bush on patrol. It's striking and quite impressive. Except I had no idea when the Korean War was, or really what the U.S. had to do with it. Time to Wikipedia. (Speaking of Korea, I just backed this Twinsters documentary on Kickstarter. I felt compelled to contribute due to the stirring nature of Samantha and Anais' story.)

The rest of our stay in D.C. was spent cruising museums. I hate to say it but their natural history museum beats New York's by miles. The entire museum row seems to be quite impressive as well, even though we only had time to shoot through the Hirshhorn and the aeronautics museum. Next time back it'll be the National Gallery and everything else. While at the Air and Space Museum, I was reminded of how many biographies of the Wright Brothers I plowed through when I was young. Wilbur and Orville forever.

I was also hit by memories of the days when I was into assembling model airplanes. And how about those monthly binder inserts where they gave you specs on individual planes? I had a lot of those collectable sheets. Well organized, of course. I also subscribed to one for cars and animals. I wonder if I spouted useless facts then like I do now. Probably.
The other night, when I was supposed to be doing productive things, I tore through Season 2 of Game of Thrones -- watching it in reverse for the most part, moving backwards from the finale. I had just wanted to see the premiere episode of Season 3 but somehow got sucked in. If you'll recall, I wasn't the biggest fan from the get go. Those damn dragons are still babies, seriously curtailing my enthusiasm for the show. But clearly if there's episodes to watch, I'll watch them. If only to not be totally left out of my podcasts and articles.

For the same reason, I feel compelled to get into House of Cards, of which I watched the pilot and will try to clean up when time permits. In other news: I haven't finished a book in a month. Sound the alarm. Galang galang.