Friday, January 26, 2007


I was going to comment, but that would only be too obvious. So I thought let Caroline explain...


Let me clarify.

My dear fo-worker Cuong has not been scouring the hallways, peering over walls and through doorways; salivating whenever a pulse nears – he leaves that for the weekends. I’ve merely noticed more turned heads and averted eyes lately. And I only mentioned this to him because my opinion seems to have been asked for more frequently regarding the possible ‘hotness’ of a passer-by or two or three.

Maybe instead of mentioning that Cuong appears a tad horny as of late – I should be asking him, “Why ask me?” Granted I have exquisite taste and a desire for only that which is perfect. But really, Cuong. I am a married woman – a married lady to be exact. And ladies do not talk of such things.

If a man’s buttocks seem taught from an over-abundance of exercise and youth who am I to call attention to this and state the obvious. If a person walking down the street appears to have their navel resting ever so slightly above the rim of their buckled jeans – why voice this observation? A lady simply smiles and purses her lips with knowing satisfaction.

So, it has come to this Cuong – either you purse your lips and smile sweetly while we sip our Starbucks or you bare it all and start passing out calling cards to the many, many, many people you find attractive to help slake your recent thirst. Maybe you’ll find your rhinestone in the rough. Maybe you’ll just have one hell of a winter. Whichever course you choose – this lady thinks you’re more than deserving.

Thursday, January 18, 2007


"You're really horny these days."
        - Caroline, my fo-worker, to me

So horny for you!  Call me Scott!

Saturday, January 13, 2007


There are millions of people on the streets on the island of Manhattan. So many faces. Sometimes you feel invisible. But once in a while you do something that sets you apart, that leaves an indelible mark on others.

Take Ragsy. If you know him, you know this small-framed boy is an intoxication of fun, wit, and intoxicants. We're in the East Village. It's a little bit past 1am. Ragsy and I are hailing a cab back home to Hell's Kitchen. Let's stop at White Castle, he says. Fine, I say.

We tell the cab driver to go to 37th St. and 8th Ave. (where White Castle is). He hesitates a beat. Then as if embarrassed to correct us: You're going home, right? We acknowledge him. Okay, 39th St. and 8th Ave., he says, directing us to the location of Ragsy's home. We gasp. We laugh.

Once in a while you do something that sets you apart. Some become President, some find cures for cancers, some shed light onto the grayness of life. Others, however, go to East Village, party like there's no tomorrow, get shit-faced drunk. And do it again every weekend. You, my friend Ragsy, have left an indelible mark on New York's most stony cab drivers, most likely as that crazy alcoholic with the liver of a lion and spirit of a possessed vagabond.

This, as you know, is your mark in New York City. Way to go Ragsy!

Friday, January 12, 2007


Another year over.

I wasn't going to write a cheesy New Year's resolution entry. That wasn't my intent. But I did want to reflect. Mainly because I spent 25 years in Los Angeles and as my first (calendar) year in New York City opens into the second, I feel a sense that everything is a beginning.

There were a couple of weeks recently where I felt alone. For the first time, I was away from my family and I didn’t have a boyfriend and my family of friends felt so far way. I felt alone. I stayed in that aloneness for a while. Somewhat sad, somewhat vulnerable, somewhat helpless. I really never felt like this before. It’s true. It’s because for the first time in my life I’m my own person. I felt alone, but I was really on my own. My own person.

Sometimes the smallest decision changes everything. I made the move to New York. Somewhat impulsively, somewhat carelessly. For the first time and – maybe it’s being away from old scars, being on my own – but I’m starting to finally feel like me. Closer to who I am.

Here are the things I want to accomplish in 2007:
• Write that story
• Be disciplined with my mind and my body
• Read one book a month. (I wanna say two, but…)
• Help others, particularly in the Asian American community
• Use my powers for good. Use my powers for good
I write this because I want to be held accountable. This year, I want to push myself to be a better me. I know now that I can be...

Monday, January 08, 2007


Yuki Lin was the first American born at the stroke of midnight at New York Downtown Hospital in New York City. She was named Babies "R" Us's "First Baby of the Year Sweepstakes" and awarded a $25,000 savings bond.

But... Well, she's an Asian baby so you didn't think there was gonna be a happily ever after, did you? So, the but. But Toys "R" Us, the parent company of Babies "R" Us, disqualified Yuki Lin and awarded the $25,000 bond to a beautiful white baby (blond I'm sure) born in Gainesville, Georgia, because Lin's mother is not a legal resident of the U.S.

Not race or alien status, Toys "R" Us said, but rather rules. Of course, how else do you apply oppressive acts upon others? Rules, duh! According to the rules, the mother had to be a legal U.S. resident, despite the fact that the prize is awarded to the "first baby" of 2007.

The Chinese community criticized Toys "R" Us's decision. "We love all babies," the company said in a press statement. Maybe mounting criticism, but whatever the case, the company went on to (re)award Yuki Yin along with the child in Georgia the prize. Now that's a happy ending! Right?

Maybe. I guess it depends. If you've ever been marginalized then you might think it was racialized or xenophobic, and wonder why this shit even happens. But if you've never been marginalized then you might think it was fair all along. What you believe depends on your life experiences.

Is this a happy ending to you?

Wednesday, January 03, 2007


I think I've resigned myself to the idea that I'll be living in Brooklyn for a year. Is that so bad?

Bye New York City. See you in a year!

Mood: Somber...

Ah, Brooklyn!