So the Asian American community is in an uproar over this one lame writer, Jed Levine, for the Daily Bruin, the official college newspaper for UCLA. As any white man who inexplicably fears losing power and control, he calls himself an underrepresented minority on campus, and empathizes with members of the Black Student Union and MEChA stating, "it's hard to find other white people I can identify with on a campus that feels more like Taipei than L.A."
Perhaps Jed is just trying to be clever or facetious?
You decide for yourself. However, if that was his intention, I think he failed miserably. But then again, he's just a student writer for a shitty college paper, so I don't even really care.
I mean, it's not like he's LA Times writer Joel Stein, who was able to humorously
call out our own human hypocrisy, but still hold the Bush Administration responsible for the Iraq War and torture of prisoners. Now Joel is a good writer. Jed is just a dumb college kid.
Jed would have received accolades, rather than hate letters, if he were able to say, look, Asian students do out-number other students of color at UCLA and other public universities, and that the proportion of Asian students far exceed the proportion of Asians residing in the state. This is proof that something in the system is flawed for other students. But let's not blame Asian students for the campus feeling like Taipei. Let's criticize the current admissions policies that limit admissions to only grades and test scores.
Because the truth is, as we all know, when the racist Regents of the UC System decided to strictly interpret Prop. 209 and ostensibly implement "non-race based factors" for admissions, they were hoping to reduce admissions of ALL students of color, including Asians. But they erred in their plan of whitening the UC campuses. That's on them. Asians shouldn't be blamed for just showing up and acing the exams. We can't help it if we're fucken brilliant. We're just being who we are.
...could I pull off looking like a cracked-out alien. To be exact, my name was "Musca the Green Martian from Mars". Musca (means "the Fly"), along with Dirty Jeff from Digable Planet, won second place in the costume contest at work.
Legion of Earthling and Galactic Alien Life-forms (L.E.G.A.L)
A few of us rented Fu's Palace on Saturday for a blow-out Halloween party of the year!
Fu's is THE place for a private party. The restaurant has a huge rectangular bar area, a banquet room for the dance floor and a spacious outdoor patio. The decor is kitchy Chinese American, with round red booths and laterns and all that good shit.
The crew and I came as a CIRCUS.
... and the Woman who shoots out of a Cannon and an Acrobat.
DJ Rewind
DJ Mighty Nice
DJ Dithmar
Big Bird getting naughty on the dance floor.
Owner Gary Fu with Min from the Chinese Opera
The Birds! The Birds!
Foxy Brown posing with Jane the Matador
Dick Cheney hanging out with Jenna Bush and a Saudi Prince
The Ax Gang from Kung Fu Hustle with some nondescript Halloween ladies.
Very rad.
Cleopatra with Sid Vicious.
A Giant Ipod.
This was homemade. Go Nacho Libre!
I covet his bow.
Happy Halloween!
Markus found this ad in the OC Weekly.
Chinese Chipmunks in Da Club in Alhambra.
Borat with his entourage at the film premiere.
Borat arrives in his stretch "limo" at the Chinese Theatre.
Borat addresses the fans 
So my roommates and I were flipping channels when we came across a tournament that mix-matches competitors from different schools of martial arts.
That's right, bitches. After not having a car for one full year, DYY is now the proud owner of an old ass 1980 Mercedes 300TD station wagon that runs on 100% pure vegetable oil!
This is my Beauty Pageant Wave... waving BYE BYE to petroleum and evil bloodsucking oil corporations and HELLO to reuseable waste oil from restaurants!
West Coast for Life, Baby.
This is my gesture of love to drivers who will undoubtedly honk at my Dolores for her slow speed and tempura-smelling exhaust.
This is my favorite piece of Steve Sueoka's artwork at his Never Die, Just Multiply opening at the Treehouse Gallery in downtown Los Angeles. The colors on the giraffe are made up of little tiny circles. Believe me, it's better to see it in person than through the lens of my outdated and shitty digital camera.
Steve's the bald-headed dude on the far right of the picture. Sexy, huh?
I enjoy collecting unwanted (hence, free) furniture from the street. I have accumulated quite an impressive collection of items that I am very proud of. I truly believe someone's trash is someone else's treasure. In my case, I'm like a pirate and the streets are like ships... and I'm all about the booty.
Vida (Chinese Thai American), Guia (Filipina with a full-blooded Chinese grandfather and married to a Chinese man who inexplicably claims Taiwanese heritage) and DYY (Chinese American) proudly celebrated the People's Republic of China's National Day at a boba shop in Chinatown, Chicago.
Don't we look like good, obedient Chinese comrades?
Gotta represent at home too. After all, home is where the heart is. And, believe me, the Communist Party wants your heart (and your mind and body and soul and loyalty and first born, etc.)
