Writing & Blogging

Thoughts on writing and blogging.

  • #NPM17: Sylvia Plath

    When I was a BOY POET in high school I was in love with Sylvia Plath. I didn’t know at the time that she was a SAD GIRL poet that only sad girls could like. We the sad girls and me were teased. I was new to poetry and only knew her poems not the social

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  • When Curtis Chin (founder of the Asian American Writer’s Workshop) asked me to submit something to an anthology he was putting together about Asian American activism in the 90s, I was very flattered. It had been a while since I’ve attempted to write anything “creatively”. I joke now that the goal was to “sell the

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  • An infographic by the team at CouponAudit

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  • There’s a curious lyric right after the famous opening lines of the Talking Heads song, “Once In A Lifetime.” Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down… It’s curious because when you think of “letting the days go by,” you think of “going with the flow,” you think of “floating.” This lyric

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  • Remembering Sir

    Right around the fifth paragraph of Marie Lee’s op-ed in the New York Times To Sir With Love started playing in my head. It’s right around there she introduces us to Ms. Leibfried, her high school English teacher. It is Ms. Leibfried who “appeared at a critical juncture” in Marie’s life and gave her the

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  • My Father, My Teacher?

    http://www.npr.org/v2/?i=130188627&m=130188605&t=audio There was an interesting discussion on NPR’s Tell Me More about fathers getting involved in their children’s education. I didn’t respond in time to be on air but wrote a post accompanying the segment. Also interesting is bigWOWO’s podcast of his conversation with two recent Asian American fathers. The two events got me thinking

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  • Mnemonic Rocks

    http://www.youtube.com/v/Dj4H3Ioxs6s&hl=en<\/embed><\/object><\/div>";” alt=””> Even before my eldest could write proper words, I made him keep a journal. I was inspired by a friend of ours whose daughter (same age as my eldest) kept a sketchbook diary – images of events she felt were important to record. Every week I would ask him to “write” – usually

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