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From the Black Lagoon manga. "I love you,I'm going to blow your fucking head off."
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Anna May Wong
Art by Alejandro Mogollo
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Balalaika won a (old) recent poll contest,With Revy coming in second place.
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Inez Fung
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Atmospheric scientist Inez Fung was born in Hong Kong in 1949. Fung is one of the world's foremost experts on climate and the carbon cycle. She is currently a professor of atmospheric science at UC Berkley. Fung has won numerous awards, including NASA's Exceptional Scientific Achievement Medal, and the Carl Gustaf-Rossby Research Medal, the American Meteorological Society's highest honor for atmospheric scientists. She is a member of the National Academy of Sciences, and was a contributor to the Nobel Prize-winning Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change.
Image source: Whitehouse.gov
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Rei Hiroe's Sketchbook of Revy and her iconic tribal tattoo.
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thenib · 1 year
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Read Ellie Lee on how how “techno-Orientalism” invades our digital and real-life spaces. 
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clemsfilmdiary · 4 months
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Never Been Chris'd (2023, Jeff Beesley)
12/23/23
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nctrnm · 5 months
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#NowPlaying: "Reclaiming, part 1: Home is Little Tokyo" by State of the Human
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balletbookworm · 7 months
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Her Good Side by Rebekah Weatherspoon
Summary from Edelweiss: **A New York Times Best Romance Book of the Year** A swoony, heart-melting YA romance from beloved author Rebekah Weatherspoon about two awkward teens who decide to practice dating in order to be good at the real thing. Perfect for fans of Nicola Yoon and Jenny Han. Sixteen-year-old Bethany Greene, though confident and self-assured, is what they call a late-bloomer.…
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lazaefair · 1 year
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sitting here trying to get through the video of Ke Huy Quan's interview on The Late Show and I'm just. incandescent with rage at Spielberg, Lucas, Harrison Ford, all of them, the entire racist Hollywood edifice that ground Quan down under its heel for 38 years - and only now they give him hugs and standing ovations, now that somebody else did what they should have done well before now. And still, Quan sits there with joyful smiles and speaks of them as his friends, as part of his "heartwarming" story, when they don't deserve it. I don't know if he really is that much of a sunshine human being or if he's just swallowing down all his resentment with the ease of long practice, but either way - I'm feeling it in his stead. fuck all of them.
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firebatvillain · 2 years
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I.
When I was a kid, my aunt S (related to me via marriage - she married my uncle D) had always seemed kind of weird from my point of view. S is very traditional and she moved here from Korea as an adult and doesn't speak great English.
She also was very awkward in our like, Korean-diaspora culture events due to her traditional upbringing, and would often retreat to the kitchen rather than eat with us whenever we were at her place. It took years of trying to get her to come out and sit with us to bear fruit, and get her to awkwardly join us when there were events at her house.
Conversations with her were often painfully awkward because she couldn't relate to anyone in our generation, and actually couldn't relate to anyone in her generation in our family either, as they had all moved here at a young age. On top of that, Uncle D had a job that involved a lot of travel, and Aunt S seemed very lonely, especially as her kids grew up.
Once Uncle D retired and started spending all his time with her, she seemed a little happier, but I still think of her life as really really lonely and without anyone who understood her, even her own children.
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I know that it was an arranged courtship between the two of them, but I never got the details.
Recently, at a family event, Aunt S and I were chatting, doing the usual awkward pleasantry exchange. I mentioned that I was single and trying to date, and she decided to give me some romantic advice, from the older generation to the younger one! So now I'm getting romantic advice from a 60 year old Korean woman who moved here as an adult, has no real engagement with American culture, and whose experience of dating is an arranged courtship. Oh boy.
Her advice was to “trust in God” and that eventually I'd find the person that I'm meant to be with. Uh, not very actionable.
I think my disappointment with her advice must have shown, because she decided to share the story of her first date with Uncle D. They had been introduced by family members, then went on a date. At the end of it, D was so enamored with her that he proposed to her on the spot. She responded by laughing in his face! But she liked him, and they eventually did end up marrying after meeting a couple more times.
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This was meant to be a funny story, but then she went on to say that when she met him, she'd been planning to move from Korea to Vancouver, Canada to pursue a PhD at UBC. Her aunt (a spinster) lived there and they had a good relationship on her occasional visits. Her aunt had prepared a room for S, and S was looking forward to moving to North America, living with her aunt and pursuing her dreams.
After getting engaged to my uncle, S set her dreams aside. She abandoned her ambitions for higher education and living with her aunt. Instead, she married my uncle, became a housewife, had two kids, never had a job or got another degree. She spent the next few decades being alone in a society she never really understood, with no close friends other than her husband. And even her husband often had business trips and never had time to love her or help with their kids, kids she couldn’t relate to, until he retired.
She told me this story, and I thought it was terribly sad.
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Kazue Togasaki
Dr. Kazue Togasaki was born in 1897 in San Francisco, California. Dr. Togasaki received her medical degree in Philadelphia in 1933, and returned to San Francisco, where she opened her own practice. After the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Dr. Togasaki was one of more than 100,000 Japanese Americans sent to internment camps. She was placed in an "assembly center", an interim holding facility with poor conditions. At the Tanforan Assembly Center, Dr. Togasaki set up the medical facilities and led other healthcare professionals. In her first month, she delivered more than 50 babies. She provided care at every facility she was sent to thereafter. Dr. Togasaki continued to serve her community for 40 years after she was released. Over the course of her career, she delivered more than 10,000 babies.
Dr. Kazue Togasaki died in 1992 at the age of 95.
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Red is more of her color anyway
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multitude-poetry · 2 years
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Cutting mangoes for my family
Motherhood is like cutting mangoes for my family Either I'm slicing off the fat, round sides and scoring them into cubes Or I'm peeling off the skin entirely, competing with myself to see if I can slice everything off in one perfect spiral
But regardless, I'm serving up the best parts of that precious fruit to my most precious hearts
And what I'm left with is the giant mango pit A tough, fibrous, tasteless rock Oblong and awkward Taking up so much space within the soft flesh that sometimes I wonder if any of this was worth it at all
This is what's left for me The rock is what's left for me.
Sometimes I take a tentative bite And I'm met with sour string that leaves a burning feeling on my tongue and hard strands in my teeth Or I'm met with a cold, flavorless chunk, unripe and unyielding in my mouth Sometimes I toss the rest out But most of the time, I think about how much money I spent on this mango and I rally and power through it
But sometimes, I pick up the rock And it's already dripping with juice from where I've cut And the juice rolls down my wrists to my elbows so I go stand over the sink And while the civilized family members neatly stab their mindfully bite-sized pieces of mango with forks I take a huge bite of the flesh that remains, scraping it easily from the pit with my teeth So sweet, soft, slippery So fragrant, fresh, full I can't help but think that this is the best part of this precious fruit and I have it all to myself And devouring it over the sink, I think, these kinds of pits make everything that came before worth it Wondering if Mama and Lao Lao felt the same.
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