Monday, December 28, 2009

Miscommunications: Avatar and Twilight

I didn't realize until just now that the Avatar that's out in theatres right now is different than the M Night Shyamalan's adaptation of Avatar, The Last Airbender, where there was some uproar from the Asian American community about it (that I heard about from Emily in the first place) and was about to boycott it on principle, no matter how many people said it was good. Thankfully, I can go enjoy Avatar now, guilt-free. Sarah and I had a 5 minute conversation about this before we realized we were talking about different movies.

And this isn't the first time something like this has happened. Last semester, I was on the phone with Dawen, and we were talking about "Twilight." I must have been going on and on about how how it reinforces the dominant hegemonic framework or something, and he responded with something else, and off we went merrily on our conversation, until I mentioned something about "vampires". I then hear a pause on the line, and Dawen goes, "...Vampires...?!" It turns out that he was talking about Twilight: Los Angeles, 1992 by Anna Deavere Smith, a book about the LA Riots after the Rodney King incident. Because of this incident, though, we both ended up reading the Stephanie Meyers Twilight as a dare/bet.

This is good though - a little part of me used to die a little every time another person said how amazingly incredible "Avatar" is. I think the new one is being called "Airbender." As for Airbender, Emily gives four points on why she was so angered at the casting decisions:

1) i love the show 2) very rarely does a show portray asian culture in a beautiful and nonstereotypical light 3) very rarely do you see a show about asian ppl at all 4) and now all of what makes avatar special is taken away -- might as well just be like any other action movie

I feel kinda stupid. And really uninformed right now. What happens when one gets so bogged down in everything else in life.

Why is my font weird in this post?!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Lost friend found

Remember over the summer I wanted to start a digital/Internet experiment to find my friend Wesley? The project got quickly dropped as life and grad school and other work got in the way. But it was always in the back of my mind. I never did end up emailing Wesley's old piano teacher, nor did I follow up any of the other avenues of contact I came into of late. I mentioned this "project" to my interpersonal communication professor, Dr. Susan Fox, who is somewhat of an expert in finding people online. A few weeks ago, before I guest lectured in her class, we looked up "Wesley Bender" in a few people-search-engines she frequents, and got some hits. Unfortunately, to pursue those leads would take money and more time than we had just at that moment. But that boosted my confidence that I would eventually succeed.

I just got back to LA, and naturally, being home (with a neurotic puppy no less) creates a relaxing environment to splooch (completely made-up word that I've never used before, but what I do often feels like splooching) online while I research my final paper for my paper class. Social LIFE of paper. Since Facebook changed its privacy policies, I realize that the default setting for the new privacy stuff was more open. I hide my searches from people who aren't my friends, and because I'm a privacy nut (at least on Facebook), I made sure I combed through my privacy settings as soon as the new one came. But not all people are like that. So, on a whim, I searched for Wesley again. And found someone who might be her.

Last night, I messaged this person, and lo and behold, it was Wesley. So, long story short, it really didn't take me that much effort to find my friend, but, it did take a long time.

Best Christmas gift ever. We have a lot of catching up to do.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

What is our society's obsession with child prodigies?

I have to reference this video again. It's Mercedes Cheung playing Sarasate. However, this time, I'm going to be drawing a comparison between that and this video I found of Brianna Kahane on Ellen.

This will be my once-a-month-speak-from-angry-Asian position post. I know I've said some not-so-nice things about Mercedes's playing, but Zigeunerweisen is a lot more challenging than Vivaldi's Concerto. Two things come to mind. 1) Brianna Kahane is probably more along the lines of my "just because you can, doesn't mean you should" philosophy and is, in fact, playing something that suits her skill level at this point in her life. However, in terms of impressiveness, 2) shouldn't Mercedes Cheung be on Ellen? I mean, a 6-yr-old playing Sarasate and Paganini is pretty darn impressive, especially since, you know, she really is playing it. Ellen's show, being the huge mass media outlet that it is, has the capability of rocketing these kids into the public's eye. So who does she (or, her producers) pick? Not the one with the Asian face, that I can say.

It's obviously a lot more complex than just this, but that's all I can come up with at 2 in the morning after 6 days of an almost non-stop cycle of work/eat/sleep/eat/work/coffee/dogs repeat many times.

Ironic that I still blog about this when I want to academically get AWAY from all this race politics and speaking from a position of repression and defensiveness thing I feel like I have to do when talking about Asian American issues. My thesis will be looking at the race of classical musicians, but I think it'll be on a more global level and will deal with issues of cultural imperialism rather than race dynamics. Obviously lots of overlap here, but I think it's different than speaking from within a framework in which these struggles over racial inequality have been written into our history. I'm hoping the position I take can be not-so-angry-and-repressed, and look at it more meta-ly (see, I told you it's late - or, rather, very very early).

How the heck did this turn into some weird introspective thought process of my academic path?

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Natural Cause?

I found some sad news today. One of the members of Boyzone, Stephen Gately, died recently of "natural causes" (this apparently happened back in October, but I'm only hearing it for the first time today. I remember them best from Andrew Lloyd Webber's 50th birthday performance, when my mom and I were both in love with them - especially Gately and Ronan Keating.

In any case, I never understood how someone could die from "natural causes". I mean, apart from my dislike for the term "natural" or "normal", you die of SOMETHING. Respiratory failure, cardiac arrest, SOMETHING. Wikipedia tells me that Gately died of pulmonary oedema caused by congenital heart defect. Why can't people just say that, rather than using the rather cop-out, and overly generalized term of "natural causes"? Saying someone died from "natural causes" merely intrigues us and makes us dig for more info about how they really died.

Anyway, some quick thoughts before bed.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Updates from North Carolina

Wow. I've been really MIA from this blogging thing for a while - ironic, since the Business of Media course I'm TAing requires my students to blog 2-3 times a week. I excuse my non-blogginess to spending time reading their blogs every week.

I'm back in North Carolina - taking a break before I submit my application to Northwestern's PhD Program, blogging, listening to Dvorak's New World Symphony, and air-conducting in the middle of Open Eye Cafe. I haven't gotten any weird looks yet, but they're bound to happen soon. Cris finds it amusing by puncturing the silence with, "Listening to something good?" Oh yea.

I'm also drinking some cafe mocha - and I can't seem to sit still. It remains to be seen if I will completely crash in about an hour and spend the rest of the evening laid out on the couch feeling nauseous. Hmm.... I should probably get this application submitted before anything bad happens from this coffee...

Ok, hooray! Northwestern submitted. After completing my statement of purpose (or, really, slashing it down to meet the length requirement), took me another 3 hours to finish all the misc stuff that needed to go in.

**** five hours later ****
We're sitting around watching Eddie Izzard. I think we learned most of our US and European history from this guy. So full I'm about to explode. I think this weekend is going to be defined by constant food coma. And my head constantly feels like it's going to explode too. North Carolina, for some reason, wreaks havoc on my allergies. I've probably gone through the equivalent of an entire box of tissues since I've been here. I think it's because there are things that are actually alive here --- you know, in NYC, the toxins and smog in the air have killed all microorganisms. Except the cockroaches.

OK, I should concentrate on Eddie. Realize this blog is a bit disjointed, but oh well.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Tragedy at NYU

As I'm sure everyone's heard already, a student at NYU committed suicide this morning in Bobst Library. It has been a sad day, what with the loss of Claude Levi-Strauss and Qian Xuesun, one must be wondering, what's going on today?

I'm sorry if I'm a bit harsh here in this blog, but after hearing about the NYU suicide, I got very upset. I'm still pretty upset. It's not as if I knew him, but I think I get very frustrated when I hear someone taking their own life. Very frustrated. I think it's the stupidest, most selfish thing you can do. What are you thinking? Are you thinking about everyone who loves you, who you're ripping apart? Do you know how many people out there would have given anything to have had the chances and opportunities you have, and they're not able to because their lives were taken away from them by external forces? And you have the gall to take your own life?

I can't say I understand, that I understand the dark places he might have been in, the situations he might have been going through. Even in my darkest days (and believe me, I've been through enough of those in recent times), the thought of ending my life never crossed my mind. I would never EVER cause that much pain to the people I love. I don't cry for him. I cry for the ones who loved him, and I'm angry for them. For what he took away from them.

"You should have taken a long break instead of a long drop, instead of a leap of faith." ~Brandi Carlile

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Eerily (and unknowingly) repeating the past

*I'm at a serious writing block and a block in general for academic stuff right now, so I decided to take the time and finish this blog entry....* I started writing this on Halloween, and am finishing it up now.

It's funny how elementary some of our thesis topics can sound. Alex and I were at Dr. Fox's tonight after the Park Slope Halloween Parade, and we were sitting around chatting, when the topic of our theses came up. The conversation went something like this:

Alex: I'm doing my thesis on Hulu!
Cynthia: I'm looking at Classical Music on YouTube!
Alex: Man, it's we're in 2nd grade, how simple we can make our thesis sound!

Anyway, the funny thing is, it never occurred to me how eerily similar my "journey" to find my Master's thesis topic echoes my senior thesis project at Northwestern, until this morning (in the shower, where most of my epiphanies happen, I suppose).

For those of you who don't remember (I mean, why would you?), my senior thesis was a 25-minute film called "The Ship Game", based on three childhood friends who ended up going to the same college - a music composition major (Sarah), a violinist (Audrey), and the third character (I actually can't even remember the character's name - I just remember Henry Martone played him) - but he was the violinist's brother, and the music composer's boyfriend). The story focused mostly on the violinist, having something to do with getting into Juilliard and getting accepted into some violin competition (you know how I found it? I googled "international violin competition" and picked one that sounded good and foreign - hey, I never said this movie was well-researched)

Oh wait, I think I remember. The competition was called Hanover. I think. Maybe I just think it's Hanover because that's where my brother goes to school.

Anyway. Before settling on this particular narrative, I shot a film the previous year that was completely cast Asian American, and echoed some of the soap operatic story lines of Korean dramas. It was natural to think about doing something involving the community again for my senior thesis, but, for some reason, I wasn't excited about it. I don't think I even got as far as any sort of outline or storyline before I settled on a story that was based on a childhood game I played, then took it further to explore themes of drug dependency and suicide. Hmm. Ok, anyway. The point is, I went back to my roots in classical music. Strangely. And, on top of that, no one in my cast was Asian American (which I got a little bit of flack for).

Ok, so this pattern is repeating in grad school now. My original thesis topic was looking at Asian American artists in the digital realm, and this whole idea of "making space" because on the Internet, we can "publish, then filter" rather than in the real world, where we must be filtered first before publishing. I just wasn't excited about it though. I came to this realization when I found myself talking more about Alex's Hulu's project more than my own...and more excitedly.

After much soul-searching (and many a late night watching too many YouTube videos), and Hahn-Bin's concert at Carnegie, which I couldn't seem to stop talking about for the next two weeks, I decided to tackle questions I had about how we perceive and consume classical music, and how that changes on the Internet (because I just love the Internet), or in general, when the venue changes.

So, interestingly, I'm back to this whole classical music thing. Who says history doesn't repeat?

I apologize for the discombobulation of this blog. They started banging and clanging and doing construction on my apartment complex very VERY early this morning, which kept waking me up over the next four hours. I tried putting earbuds in and turning up a lullaby very loud, but that only seemed to help marginally. Grrrr.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Grace cracks me up

Grace: who are u mtg with tomorrow?
me: lisa gitelman
I have a paper due for her on Wednesday
11:10 PM Grace: oh
the death of paper thing
11:13 PM me: what?
no no
social life of paper!
LIFE of paper!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Wet, Rainy, Windy, COLD

...is how Chicago welcomes me and Ray back home. We just got in, immediately inhaled Jimmy John's, bought some snacks for the weekend, and are holing up in the hotel until we have to brave the weather and head downtown to meet Teresa for dinner! Tonight, Lou Malnati's deep dish pizza. That is the mission.

Chicago food consumed so far:
Jimmy John's

Friday, October 16, 2009

pink netbook

I'm at the Best Buy near my apartment right now typing this blog out on an HP Netbook - Intel Atom Processor N270. I've been thinking about getting a Netbook, but then I think, why bother? I am going on two trips before the end of a very VERY busy semester and was thinking a Netbook might help in terms of making sure I get work done on the road. But, Netbooks cost money, and I already have a laptop. I'm just not sure I need one, although it would be nice...

Ahh decisions. I thought I was better at this decision thing than most people... if I get one, I'd like to get one before my Chicago trip on Thursday (yea, Thursday, and if I get it before then, I think I'd be wondering if it were just an impulse buy).

Ahhh!!!

Oh, I just noticed that this one is out of stock. Splendid. I guess that makes my decision (at least for tonight) easier.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Unsentimentality

I received this email today:

"Dear Steinhardt Graduate Student:

Are you in graduating in January or May? Would you like your picture taken in
academic attire to give out to family, friends or as a souvenir of your
accomplishment?"

(and then there were more details of when and where and who and what and all that good stuff that I didn't read because...)

Am I just way too unsentimental if my gut reaction was "Uh...no, thank you."

Monday, October 12, 2009

Really bad keyboard, and what I think is TMI

I'm at home for the weekend (will actually be coming back to NYC tomorrow), and this keyboard is really bad...I thought I was going to write a blog about how bad this keyboard was, and how funky my typing looks on it as it skips letters and spaces and such, but it seems to be cooperating quite well now. So, if that's the case, I'll actually post a thought about a recent tweet I posted on Twitter, which many of my friends have said was TMI.

The tweet said, "King Taco: the best GI cleaning agent ever. My entire digestive track feels like it's on fire. Love it."

I was at dinner with Juliana tonight, and she apparently blocked that tweet from her memory. "TMI", she kept saying, echoing what a couple people said in the comments for that status on Facebook. Here's the thing though. What IS TMI? (and for those of you who aren't in the know of weird Internet acronyms, TMI = Too Much Information, but that isn't really the question) And what's appropriate or not for a tweet or a status update (as the case may be, as my tweets automatically feed into my status updates)?

Obviously, status updates and their appropriateness vary from person to person. Maybe it's my background in health care, but bodily functions just aren't really considered TMI for me. I happily share them with anyone who's curious (thankfully, I suppose, most people aren't). Other things - my financial situation, my family, my interpersonal relationships, my insecurities, my emotions. Deep emotions (not surfacey stuff like "NU just beat Purdue! Booyah!!!") - these ARE considered TMI for social networking sites. That information is for my friends, and not for entertaining status updates. Which, I guess, is my philosophy on status updates. Everyone can see them. I have over 1,000 friends on Facebook. Why not make it interesting/entertaining, so if people have to read it, it won't be 1) boringly superficial and overdone or 2) about something in which the person reading has very little context and honestly might not care about?

For example, everyone's entitled to their own status update rules, but I just don't get people who post things like "Cynthia is happy!" or "Cynthia can't believe that just happened." or "Cynthia is depressed and having a bad day." Because, you know, that just leads to more questions. It's almost like begging people to ask about it, and if you really wanted people to know, why not just post about it in the first place? I'm telling you, it's much more entertaining for those of us who are too lazy to take our hand off the mouse to type a question in the comment box.

Ok, that was a segue. Back to the point.

So, because I have no qualms, and apparently no shame, about bodily functions, since they don't really touch on things I consider "sacred", I don't have a problem posting tweets about them. I'm sorry, Juliana and others who may have raised an eyebrow at it. Live with it. At least I tell you about what really matters in person.

Friday, October 09, 2009

Night at Carnegie aka "You Clearly Didn't Get It"

Violinist Hahn-Bin's sold-out debut at Carnegie Hall last night was, in a word, exhilarating. Other words I'd use are amazing, edgy, revelatory (for me). The entire night was mind-blowing - not just because great music was being performed by a phenomenal musician, but because of the audience dynamics. This post isn't meant to be a critique of Hahn-Bin's performance, but rather a rumination on how we listen to classical music concerts, and think about the conventions of music.

We sat in the balcony in the last row, which lent itself to a lot of interesting observations, not to mention a prime people-watching spot. And boy, were people restless! I think New York suffers from that wanting-to-be-all-cultured-yet-can't-sit-still-through-a-concert syndrome. I don't think I have ever heard that much talking and rustling between pieces, as my friend Brittany pointed out.

Hahn-Bin's repertoire for the night was, in a word (it's a night of things in one word), unconventional. He played pieces from Schnittke to Cage to Kriesler, interspersed with some Chopin and Mozart. For those of you who don't know, Schnittke's music "was regarded as so radical that his musician friends did not dare to program him in the Soviet Union" (taken from Hahn-Bin's program notes), and one of Cage's most famous pieces is called 4'33", where the pianist comes out and sits at the piano for four minutes and thirty-three seconds without playing a note. The whole idea behind it is to listen to what goes on in the ambiance, then to question whether such a piece is considered music, or some excuse for a cultural studies experiment.

I'm not qualified to talk about the intricate details of the music (that, and I can't remember the details), but it was clear (at least up on the balcony) most people enjoyed the Chopin and the Mozart the best. Conventional classical music. Expected. Dare I say it...manufactured consent of what "music" and "high culture" are supposed to sound like. People in the row in front of me (four older women) were actually talking to each other during some of the non-Mozart/Chopin pieces. Talking!! Two of them left during intermission, and two others left during his last piece, Ludoslawsky's Partita. Now, I don't know if this happens all the time in New York, but I rarely see this happen, and I've been to my share of concerts.

The best part, though, was at the very end, when Hahn-Bin played his encore piece - a trope on "Silent Night" by Schnittke. This one I remember a bit more. Two verses of "Silent Night" interspersed with atonal chords, evoking laughter from the audience (you know, the part of the audience that actually "gets" it). One audience member, however, was not impressed. During the piece, I heard "not funny" and "poor taste" coming from this erm...rather large, hair follicle challenged and heterochallenged Caucasian (you'll see why his race is important) sitting in the row below me. He had to be shushed by his partner and the audience members sitting behind him. When the encore was over and the applause died down, everyone got up to leave, and he and his partner ended up walking out of the concert hall right behind me and my friends. Here's what I heard (in an almost-monologue, the same phrases repeated over and over indignantly)...and he was ANGRY and very LOUD:

"That was such poor taste. He shouldn't make fun of other religions? How would he feel if we made fun of his religion? What is he...Buddhist? How would he feel if we made fun of Buddhism?"

Of course, because all Asians are Buddhists.

**Ok, here's my academic take on the night...feel free to skip - and much thanks to Howard Becker for helping to inform my thoughts on this**

Moreover, the entire night brought up these questions that keep bouncing around in my head about music conventions and how these forms of music and "high culture" as we conventionally know it have become naturalized. Brittany brought up an interesting point that in our society, major keys are generally "happy", and minor keys are "sad". This dichotomy seems very biologically determinist to me, and I do not agree that we naturally feel happy when we hear things in a major key and sad when we hear things in a minor key (we had a lively discussion about this during intermission)...especially because concept of major and minor are based on the Western 12-tone scale. Middle Eastern music, Indian music, music from other cultures that do not adhere to the Western classical music conventions of a 12-tone scale don't even HAVE major and minor keys. Funnily enough, the reason why we think music is so universal - that we hear stories of people in other cultures (usually cultures that are seen as "inferior" to our own) who cry when they hear Mozart for the first time - is probably because of the history of Western imperialism, especially for those of us who live in a Western society. Aren't these stories simply perpetuating the naturalization of Western cultural imperialism in society? Of course, we'll never hear of the stories where Mozart is played in another culture, and the other culture goes "WTF?" Not in our society.

I strongly believe that the way we listen to music is learned. We learn that "major" is happy, and "minor" is sad. We learn that Mozart and Chopin are beautiful, melodic, and Schnittke makes us go "WTF?" Our learning gets so internalized that we perceive it to be natural, and we dangerously lose the ability to enjoy things that don't fit in our little box labeled "Music". After all "music" is just a definition. What are its limits? Should it even have limits? (no...!!)

The classification of "classical music" in and of itself is a vehicle for an invisible authority of the so-called "high culture". The setting of Carnegie Hall is another. The fact that we don't wear jeans to listen to a concert (usually). All of this feeds into this pre-set system of aesthetic values, social status, and high culture that we associate with a certain type of music. When the preconceived notions of "classical music" are shattered, especially in a "high culture" venue like Carnegie Hall, people tend not to like that. It's traumatic, like trying to make a circular peg fit in a square hole. You might have to shave off some of the peg, and some of the wood, to make it fit. I'm telling you, it's traumatic. Almost physically. I won't go too far down this road of how these concepts of venue, musical genre, contextualization, etc play into bigger ideas of authority, power, and credibility, but hopefully you get the point. Or, I'll leave it to your imaginations.

All in all though, if it were your debut in Carnegie, would you rather play pieces that have been played hundreds, possibly thousands of times in the same hall before? Or would you try to be edgy and play something fresh that challenges the boundaries of classical music conventions - something really memorable? I think Hahn-Bin achieved the latter beautifully.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Birdseye view of London

One of my favorite moments in cinematic history has to be the moment in "Mary Poppins" where, after Mary, Bert, Jane, and Michael get all sooted up after flying up the chimney and go gallivanting on the rooftops of London, after the chimney-smoke staircase, they get to the tallest chimney and look out over the city. The music goes from a variation based on that famous clock chime melody and transitions into an orchestral recapitulation of "Feed the Birds", while the sun sets over the city and the night lights start glimmering in the buildings below.

But...that is not the scene I'm doing for this paper.

Monday, October 05, 2009

New Song! "Evanston Rain"

Yes, I know I'm on hiatus, but I have a couple new songs that I wrote/am writing/got finished in the last two months or so. So I think I can still call myself a musician. Somewhat.

The main one I'm ready to talk about and reveal to the world is "Evanston Rain". It's a companion piece to "Boston Rain", and goes right into it. The recording on my Facebook site is really raw (I recorded it after a very long day, and kind of spur-of-the-moment type thing) and includes both parts (Evanston and Boston). I played it as such twice this summer, although sometimes I feel like the quality of "Boston" now sucks because there's no break between the two songs, and both together is about 9 minutes of non-stop playing, and "Boston" is the second half.

Please check it out.

I also got a keyboard last month and have been writing new material and playing covers on it (as well as figuring out new things to do with "Atheist's Prayer"). There is another (finally) piano song that I wrote, but is definitely not ready to be recorded or shared yet. More on this when it is.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Too young...?

As you can see, I've been on a classical music binge lately, thanks to being treated in recent weeks to some truly amazing violin playing, courtesy of Jennifer Liu (remember this name - seriously, folks), and I've been happily getting back in touch with my classical music roots and meshing them with my current research interests by looking them up on YouTube (I'm being a bit facetious here - the only meshing with current research interests is the digital media aspect and the fact that it's probably preventing me from working on actual research), which has everything ranging from Heifetz playing Zigeunerweisen (a favorite of my brother's, who played it, and Sabi's, who sang along) and Cziffra playing Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody #2 (probably one of my all-time favorite piano pieces...and one I've NEVER played, and never attempted) to fun things like "Rachmanioff had Big Hands", to first-time musicians braving the scathing comment boxes of the Internet by posting clearly amateurly-played pieces (many with good humor).

Today, I ran across a 6-yr-old violinist named Mercedes Cheung playing Zigeunerweisen. Impressive? Absolutely. Does it sounds good? Umm...let's say I choose to take the 5th on that one. Watching these brings up questions about the spectacle and sensationalism. Let me be a classical music purist for a second and leave aside all my academic training about the myth of high/low/pop cultures. Let's forget about Howard Becker for the moment. Why is this girl such a big deal? If she were older, say, even a respectable 10, and played like that, she'd probably be laughed out of the hall. Instead...well, I'll let you read the comments for yourself. Ok, the thing is, the mass media doesn't seem to have picked up on the fact that this little girl is playing some of the hardest pieces ever written for violin, but just like in the case of Connie Talbot on Britain's Got Talent, the special part of it all is the age.

What's even more interesting to me (here's where this production vs. consumption side comes in) are the comments. The VAST VAST majority of the comments are about how good she is. It leads me to question this idea that I've REALLY learned to resist in the last year...the idea that you need to "learn" how to listen to "high culture". I'm cringing as I write this, because in any other case, I'm strictly against this idea of high culture vs. vulgar/low/pop culture. I don't feel there should be a distinction...for reasons I won't go into here. I also don't think there should be a judging of even classical music, since the classification of "good" in classical music simply hearkens back to the conventions and authorities that define what "good" is in music. The question is, are the viewers deaf to the music because of the fact that Mercedes is 6? Because what she does is impressive? What does that say about the type of music we look for? What does it mean then, to play music? Is it always tied to the identity of the musician - that we would settle for, or indeed in this case, praise, mediocre music because of who the musician? Is the identity of the musician, then, especially in this digital era of YouTube and easy publishing (publish, then filter, remember) more important than the music itself?

I've always worked with the philosophy of "just because you can, doesn't mean you should" when it comes to playing classical music. I feel like it totally applies in this case. The thing is, I would say I'm definitely being a little bit unfair, because mass media hasn't descended upon her with its vulture-like claws so I'm probably just picking on Mercedes a bit here as an example of something that happens on a regular basis (sorry, Mercedes - you're cute as a button, and talented for your age to boot, and I can't wait to see where you'll be in 4 years, but...yea). Because this happens ALL THE TIME. Kids playing songs they're simply not ready for - either technically or in musical maturity. In Mercedes' case, it's unfortunately both. It's not music - it's a stunt.

Let the hate comments begin... I really struggled with whether or not I should post this, because I feel like I'm being really mean...but in the end, well, here it is. Maybe I'm just too apologetic sometimes?

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Dear Friends,

Dear Friends,

I would really appreciate it if you all took good care of yourselves, and stayed out of situations where you have to be hospitalized, see specialists, visit the ER, undergo surgical procedures, or be in other such situations. Thank you.

Love, Cynthia

Monday, September 28, 2009

High Culture? Pop Culture? What is this?

Another one of those "What Would Adorno Say?" moments. I found this video of 13-yr-old self-taught violinist Justus Rivera on the Ellen show. Ashton Kutcher apparently discovered him, posted the vid and Twittered about it, making Justus Rivera the latest in pop sensation.

What's interesting in this case is the meshing of what we've normally considered high culture (violin being a rather high-culture instrument - one that people spend years and years on perfecting) and pop (or, to make the binary distinction, low/vulgar) culture (he played "Smooth Criminal" on Ellen). Keeping in mind he was "discovered" by Ashton Kutcher, and his video on Ellen is now everywhere on cyberspace, aren't there very strong strands of power and reputation at play here? The attention he got was not really by merit (I'm not going to say he's a good or a bad violinist, since I think there are way too many ways to go with that one - what is conventional, what is experimentation, thank you, Howard Becker), but by a chance encounter with someone who wields a lot of attention-getting power.

That's all for now. I need to find some better way of making my thoughts coherent.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

One of the best experiments ever

I read this back when this experiment first happened. Joshua Bell stood in a DC metro station and played for 43 minutes, and the Washington Post had a field day observing how people would react to one of the best violinists in the world playing music as a street musician during rush hour (next to a trash can, to top it off).

This is great to go back to because it raises questions of high culture, pop culture, and whether we're trained to appreciate music when it's displaced from its conventional setting and plopped down in a lowbrow type area. I think we're forced to start questioning this whole idea of high and low culture, what makes them different, and stop working under the assumption that certain types of art or culture is high or low. It's all just socially constructed.

What's interesting also is the clearly elitist position the Washington Post takes in this article - almost an elitist prank to play on the public (from a gaze and power perspective - they're watching, but we don't know they're watching). It's approached with the preconceived hierarchy that classical music is somehow above other forms of music...and ESPECIALLY music that is normally played in metro stations.

Monday, September 21, 2009

I tell you good fortune

Grace sent this one to me today. Discouraging to think that many people still download it - ahh, the normalization of the Chinese/Asian "ching-chong"ness in our society... because, you know, we chinks go around saying "ching-chong" all the time and spout cheesy philosophical (albeit translated) words of Confucius (since he's China's ONLY historical thinker), and that makes complete sense to us.

http://gawker.com/5364440/iphone-gets-first-racially-offensive-app

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Music vid from "The Guild"

Looks like Joss isn't the only sardonic talent in the family. "Do You Want To Date My Avatar" made by Jed Whedon, is based on the web series, The Guild. Great commentary about anonymity and disembodiment and identity on the Internet. The concept is a bit outdated, but it's still a cool video.

I haven't seen The Guild yet. Looks like I'll need to.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Thoughts on "Stuck Elevator" - a one-man operatic musical

*may be updated later as more thoughts come as I digest*

**Spoilers Ahead! Be warned.**

At first glance, it's a simple story. A Chinese delivery man gets stuck in an elevator after his last delivery of the night. But this, my friends, is a one-man operatic musical.

Based on the story of Ming Kuang Chen, "Stuck Elevator", composed by Byron Au Yong and written (libretto) by Aaron Jafferis (artists-in-residence for the Asian/Pacific/American Institute at NYU) is a journey through the three days our psuedo-superhero, Kuang, is stuck in an elevator, hungry, waiting for help. On a deeper level, it works as a metaphor for the invisibility of undocumented Chinese workers in American society and, through the story of one man, examines how identity, societal position, and a yearning for home and family are constantly in negotiation and in tension.

I had the privilege of seeing "Stuck Elevator" workshopped tonight at the brand new Museum of Chinese in America (MoCA) in Chinatown. What a fitting place for the premiere workshop of this piece. Packed house. Actor Stephen Eng performed the part of Kuang. And there was a live orchestral group as well that consisted of cello, violin, and percussion.

Workshops are generally meant to be for works-in-progress and to provide the creators with feedback, which we did, and which I will continue to do here (in hopes that Byron and Aaron read this at some point). I feel like this piece is really close. Anyway, here are some of my thoughts, categorized somewhat loosely:

Music:
Great mix of Chinese traditional music, Western music, and a contemporary/experimental style. It organically melds the different musical styles so you don't really notice them. Very enjoyable listen, with catchy tunes that stick in your head long after you leave the show. The most important thing about the music is that while it's certainly not conventional (original stuff here, people), it's accessible. It pushes boundaries, yet doesn't alienate the audience.

Language:
This aspect is particularly interesting. Reminded me a bit of the Joy Luck Club, or Kiterunner, in that, through the process of allowing a character for whom English does not come easily (or, in Kuang's case, almost at all), it is an ironic process of un-Othering the Other (in this case, a Chinese delivery man, a person who would otherwise be put in the position of a foreigner in America), and allowing the audience to fully relate to his plight.
I did find that understanding Chinese makes the script very poignant.

Symbolism and Politicism:
Hugely present. The metaphor of Kuang as a food that America swallowed, and the elevator as a metaphor for the belly of America from which he cannot escape (for shame of going back to his country) is sustained throughout the show. The invisibility of his situation, and the fact that no one could hear/find/SEE him, merely emphasizes how these service workers, who more often than not are undocumented immigrants who come to America in hopes of a better life, are unseen in our society. They don't matter. There's a double meaning here too - they don't really exist - they don't have papers, and in our paper-obsessed society (where nothing is real unless it's "on paper", as Derrida talks about in "Paper Machine"), they're not really here. So, in essence, they're invisible both in the eyes of our official system, as well as in the unofficial day to day happenings in society. This speaks to a much greater, ongoing issue of Chinese in America and the foreignness of people with Asian face, whether they are from Asia or born in America.


Most Memorable Moments for me (I apologize if I mis-describe the titles):

The hunger piece:
Reminiscent of spoken word, this piece involves a rhythmic whispering in the background with Kuang talking over it. This piece is one of the very few moments in the show where anger is felt. It's a powerful piece, emphasizing the invisibility and non-acknowledgment of Chinese undocumented workers in America, but how important they are in the service sector of New York.

Takeout Man:
A catchy tune about Kuang envisioning himself as a superhero. The only thing I would say about this is that, unlike the other songs, this one repeats the chorus around 4 times.
Thank You - Kuang talks to various Chinese dishes (orange beef, General Tso's chicken, etc) and thanks them for making him money. This is the first song of the show, and there is a reprisal near the end. It nicely bookends the show, in which we see Kuang slowly become less human (yet, at the same time, less of an Other) - personifying food, dehumanizing Kuang, bringing them to a plane of synonymy.

Peeing Himself - to me, this is the seminal moment of Kuang's dehumanization. And Kuang struggles with holding it in, to hold on to his humanity.


THE ENDING

The ending requires its own section, since we ended up having a discussion about this during the Q&A. The show ends with the light showing Kuang laying on the ground after having peed and stabbed himself, hungry, thirsty, unheard, and generally invisible. An audience member made the comment that he would have liked to see a "Hollywood ending" - or rather an ending where Kuang is not positioned in such a defeated posture (ambiguity notwithstanding). He was supported by another audience member who would have liked to hear jingling or elevator bells or something to indicate that there is hope. Everyone was in agreement that we don't necessarily have to see the doors open. But there was something this side of the debated wanted to keep alive - hope. Hope was something Kuang kept alive throughout the show, and I understand the desire to see that hope linger long after the curtain is drawn.

But I disagree with that, and I will use the idea of manufactured consent (of course - my favorite buzz word) to explain why I feel like the ending works as is. Throughout the show, the story allows the English speaking audience (read: American audience) to relate to Kuang, our protagonist (certainly an important positioning even as a one-man show), as a real, three-dimensional person. It allows us to feel what he feels, to know his thoughts and dreams, to experience his yearning for his family, his shame at the thought of returning to China without honor. He becomes visible to us - we see him, not only on a mental and emotional level, but on a physical level. He's present in our minds and eyes. This is a process of un-Othering the Other - to make him less foreign to us. He becomes an Us - part of the in-crowd.

I understand wanting an ending that doesn't seem so hopeless, but I fear any sort of "transcendent" or "hopefulness" would blind us to the reality of the plight of Chinese immigrants in America. We would leave the theatre feeling, well, hopeful. And that's not always the case with these Chinese immigrants. Leaving the theatre hopeful, more content than one would with the current despairing ending, will lead to the feeling that everything will be ok - because we're America, of course. What's that? I like to call it Manufactured Consent (I believe Gramsci was the first to use the idea broadly, Chomsky wrote a book with that title, and Adorno and Horkheimer used it to lament pop culture), or false contentment. Because people who are content do not revolt or rebel, and hence keep those in power IN power. This is why we like happy endings. We have the feeling that everything will be ok. We feel less pain, less violence.

Having Kuang placed in such a defeated position at the end is heartbreaking. It's a blow to the stomach. All that hope he had might all be gone. As idealistic as this may sound, but perhaps that violence to our psyche, that heartbreak, that pain, is the push we need to affect change, to bring awareness to these undocumented Chinese immigrants, to bring awareness to the invisibility of the Asian face in American society, to not let our history of Asians in America be written as merely "the absence of Asians in American history." (something I believe Ronald Takaki said, but I'm a bit too tired to look it up right now)

I did, however, like Jack's suggestion that the doors can open at the end and the next Chinese delivery man steps in as Kuang leaves, showing that the vicious cycle only repeats itself.

(disclaimer: all progress being made in other directions and vectors notwithstanding)

All in all, I think this is going to be something well worth seeing. I'm excited to see how this will evolve over the next few months. The next workshop will be in November.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Interconnectivity

Since being in Business of Media class, I've been connecting a lot of my social media accounts together, downloading this thing called Tweetfeed (which basically feeds me all updates from people I'm following on Twitter and the newsfeed from Facebook, and myspace, if I so desire). I'm not sure I'm going to stick with it though...it seems a bit much to be checking another application when I already check the Facebook website.

Then, the purpose for this post is to test twitterfeed, something that will tweet my blogs onto Twitter. If that's the case, I might seriously consider divorcing Twitter and Facebook, lest all my friends "hide" me for having too many posts. Plus, I have my blogs automatically feeding into my Facebook notes as well. Is that overkill?

And when you get down to it, who actually reads my blogs, my status updates, my thoughts? The more there is out there, the less significant each piece of communication becomes, till it simply becomes a muddled cacophony where everything is indistinct and unimportant.

JDP, this is truly speaking into the air.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

NYTimes: Our One-Party Democracy

From The New York Times:

OP-ED COLUMNIST: Our One-Party Democracy

China's one-party autocracy can impose the important policies needed
to move a society forward in the 21st century. Is this a political
advantage?

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/09/opinion/09friedman.html

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Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Random thing to notice

Ok, I can't say I'm an expert in what shots the media shows of the US Open, but the Li Na/Clijsters match just ended...was it just me, but near the end, did they (aka ESPN) not show Li Na on screen at all, with all shots focused on Clijsters? And then there was the commentator who went on and on about how Mao Tze Dong's goat ate the tennis net and how he (Mao), wherever he is, must be so proud. WTF?! And then he mentioned something about Chiang Kai Shek.

Asian faces invisible in the media? Hell yea.

This is my one obligatory pseudo-militant post this semester. Time to go back being dispassionately objective and academic.

Grace says this might be because Clijsters is the favorite.

Friday, September 04, 2009

Cases of mistaken identities

I was walking along West 4th this afternoon after a meeting in my department with my mind buzzing with, well, stuff that I won't bore you with here, about to pull out my cell phone to make a quick call when I heard, "Hey Cynthia!" I stared hard at the owner of the voice, silently going through my mental Rolodex as fast as my under-caffeinated, sleep-deprived, sugar-starved, and overwrought brain could handle. Not fast enough. She pointed to herself upon seeing my confusion and said, "Susan!" Of course! Of course I know Susan. Susan sang Mary Poppins and Phantom of the Opera for me at Ellen's Stardust Diner last year! We baked cookies and made frosting together at Tanya's, and we've been trying to make plans to have coffee ever since she started her grad program at NYU!

What is wrong with me?! This is not the first time something like this has happened. It seems to be a recurring issue that I've noticed more and more recently. The most recent incident happened at Costco in LA when I ran into Linda Peng and her mom. I met Linda at Phillip's over Christmas last year, and had a very intense conversation/debate with her mom about the worth-it-ness of private elite universities that lasted the better part of two hours. Linda herself was learning how to play guitar, and her sister, Lisa, her, and I were supposed to go geocaching this summer. When I saw Linda and her mom at Costco, I introduced myself, only to be gently reminded that I had met them before. *sigh*

I forget faces. All the time. I remember names, and I remember details. Probably one of the most memorable forgetting happened with Emily (who's one of my closest and dearest friends) - I met her in April 2000, when we were both at Northwestern's Day at NU - an event held that would help us decide whether to or not to go to Northwestern. I met her in the lobby restaurant of the hotel we were both staying in, and had a rather substantial conversation with her and her parents. I later ran into her at Norris again. First day of classes freshman year - I had Chinese History. After class, the girl in front of me turned around. "You're Cynthia, right?" I stuck out my hand and shook her's as she said, "I'm Emily, remember?" Yes, I remember you, Emily. I just couldn't recognize you.

This next incident is even more embarrassing...and I can't remember if I ever told the person in question about it. It took me a VERY long time to recognize my good friend, Jane, by sight. Weeks, after seeing her regularly even - again, she was someone else I had met and had a substantial conversation with previously, who had to reintroduce herself to me.

Another one happened less than a year ago, involving my friend and batchmate (or, fellow cohort member) Ching. We were all out for Allison's birthday at some dark Mexican restaurant, but it wasn't so dark to excuse what happened. Ching sat diagonally across from me. I just couldn't place her, and my brain jumped to the conclusion that I had never met her. It screamed at me, "NEW PERSON! NEW PERSON! Introduce yourself!" So I did. I even asked her name again, and when she told me, I could have sunk into the floor.

I hate not making the connection when it seems to come naturally for everyone else, and it's even worse when it's someone I consider a friend. It makes me feel like the other person thinks I don't feel they're worth my remembering, and the truth couldn't be further from it. There have been countless times when I've stuck my hand out to shake someone else's hand and said, "Nice to meet you", only to be met with "Don't you remember? We've met before." Makes me feel awful. And, since I've started being aware of this quirk, I get slightly anxious when I'm about to meet someone I know I've met before and SHOULD recognize on sight (but often can't picture their face in my head) - so much so that when I met my friend Kelly this summer for the second time over tea, I texted her beforehand to warn her about my penchant for misremembering faces.

So, in addition to publicly apologizing to Susan today for my brain going blank, I want to say, if this ever happens to you, I'm really REALLY sorry!!

I think it's an indication I've been watching too much Law & Order SVU when I say, if you rape me, you don't have to worry about me IDing you because I won't be able to pick you out of a lineup, so don't kill me, please.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Sondheim and Whedon

I suppose it's only fitting that Whedon himself is a self-proclaimed Sondheim fan.

Found this on Wikipedia today, while looking at the Merrily We Roll Along entry, in the section talking about the poor reception of the musical on Broadway when it first opened:

In his New York Times review on November 17, 1981, Frank Rich said of the production, "As we all should probably have learned by now, to be a Stephen Sondheim fan is to have one's heart broken at regular intervals."

Sound familiar?

Monday, August 31, 2009

NYTimes: Facebook Exodus

From The New York Times:

THE MEDIUM: Facebook Exodus

Why some Facebook members are moving on.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/30/magazine/30FOB-medium-t.html

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Saturday, August 29, 2009

Sony doesn't like me

In line with the discussions of copyright I've been having with my friends (who are still, thankfully, my friends), I just found that my cover of Brandi Carlile's song, "Josephine", had been taken down from YouTube by Sony. If these copyright laws applied to Shakespeare, no Shakespeare play would be allowed to be performed anywhere without express permission from whoever owns the rights...meaning, whoever had money to track down whoever owns the rights. So, it's too bad for all of you (private companies, schools, etc) who don't have money and resources to track down copyright owners - you just will have to make-do with a Shakespeare-less culture.

There's a lot more to the issue than this, but it's all I have time for right now. More information in Lawrence Lessig's book, "Free Culture", and why copyright law as it exists now is ridiculous. My view? Sure, there should be copyright, but it shouldn't be as restrictive as it is now - I mean, restricting covers of songs even AFTER attributing credit to the original artist? Come on! Pressing project for the near future: Put all my songs on a Creative Commons license.

Good intentions

Watching Imagine Me and You again. What's so brilliantly beautiful
about about this story is that every single character in it has the
best of intentions. The three main characters find themselves
completely helpless in a love triangle. And for us, the audience, we
feel helpless too. It's so hard to take sides.

Matthew goode is heartbreakingly adorable in this film.

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Quality? What quality?

I just finished my last show for a while (at least, my last one in LA till Christmas). After playing two shows in LA with very little rehearsal after two months without so much as two strings to differentiate tunes on (that was a bad homage on "without two dimes to rub together"), I'm realizing that good shows don't necessarily need to be flawless. Maybe like all things in life, good things don't always have to be flawless.

Show #1 was the Cat Club on the Sunset Strip. Granted, I did prepare more for this show than I did the one tonight, simply because it was a *show* - so I had a set list and all. The set list went completely out the window upon arriving at the Cat Club because the group after me canceled. I had to fill nearly an hour. Thankfully, Sue Jin had her keyboard with her, and played two songs during my set (yay! it took a bit of convincing - she's so darn modest, that girl, but she eventually gave in and shared her music with us) but I forgot half the lyrics to Jewel's "Meant for Me", forcing me to give it up in the middle - surprising because I've played it SO many times before, and left out half a verse for my new song, "Can I?" As I told my mom, though, it's ok, because everyone there was a friend or a friend of a friend, so they'd still have to like me, even if I suck.

Show #2 was at Mai's Cafe tonight, where more people than I expected showed up. Helen and her mom, unexpectedly! My mom apparently had called their house, and Helen's dad told her that they had gone to see my show, and my mom was left wondering, "What show?!" And many of the people there were folks I didn't know. Tonight, though, was definitely the night of forgotten lyrics. I must have prefaced every single number I did with, "Uhh...ok, I hope I remember the lyrics to this one." So much that for every cover song I did, Jerry was there with his Blackberry following along and mouthing words to me from where he was sitting, and people I didn't even know were helping out. Season's friend was shouting out lyrics to "Meant for Me" (which I just HAD to do to prove I didn't completely forget it) while the random guys at the bar yelled out encouragement, and later Season herself requested my signature Deathcab cover, to which I did not remember the lyrics at all. I got to give a shout out to Lauren and Beccah and COPE before doing "Atheist's Prayer," which is conveniently named "The Little Church" for purposes of performing for St. John's events. We closed the night out with an incomplete, and totally karaoked version of "American Pie" with everyone singing the chorus.

Growing up playing classical music, where one wrong note can lead to week-long agonizing, doing the whole singer/songwriter thing was very liberating. What do you mean, I don't have to be perfect? If I mess up, or change the lyrics, no one is the wiser. And sometimes, it's even more fun when you admit it and then crack jokes about it. You can't help feeling, though, that you're a bit self-centered on stage, and that the jokes you make are funniest only to you. And people who don't know you are like, "Who's that fool on stage who can't remember her own lyrics?" But hey, you're the one with the mic, right?

So, tonight's gig. Flawed? Absolutely. Worthwhile? I hope so. Fun? Hell yea.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Love from HK

Mama and me on Skype with Daddy last night - Daddy had given Mama a "wishlist" of stuff he wanted her to bring to HK:

Me: Anything else you want us to pack?
Daddy: Yourselves.

Aww. :) For the record, Mama's going to HK for 3 weeks, and I'm stuck at home with Sabi (who just pooped in the upstairs bedroom - I dunno, maybe something about the scent of Ray made her want to poop in there).

...and we're surprised about gender roles?

Two posts about gender roles in a row! WTF? But I thought this thought was worth sharing.

I was at Toys R Us with my mom today, looking for a gift for a 4 year old girl. Naturally, we wanted to pick something that would noodle the brain a little, and opted for Legos or K-nex or something like that. When we got to the Legos section, I wanted to look for something a little bit more girly - or at least something that didn't look so blatantly...tractor-ish. You know, the "let's build a tractor!" type of toy. They also had sci-fi stuff like Star Wars, medieval castle/war-type themes going on too. Of course, look at what I'm saying - I'm totally playing into the gender roles too by assuming that girls and tractors don't mix.

Herein lies the problem though - the general public (for whom "pink" and "makeup" = girls and "construction" and "cars/vehicles/science fiction" = boys) is going to go straight for the pink toys if they are looking to buy something for a girl. And what's in what I term the "pink" section? Dress-up dolls, housewife, cooking-type toys, putting makeup and accessories on dolls and figurines... in short, nothing that really involves building, creating, putting things together, etc. What message is that sending to young kids?

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Female Politician's last names

Just an exchange between Melissa A and myself that had been bouncing today on Twitter:

dandybandit
I've thought about this a lot & I'm glad someone's writing about it - what's wrong with female politicians' last names? http://bit.ly/T1qtO

cyndaminthia@dandybandit media ploy to reinforce the image of women as warm and fuzzy and, hence, powerless.

dandybandit@cyndaminthia and their campaign managers'?

I figure I have a short response, but probably longer than a tweet would take. Keep in mind, most of this is coming out of my rather mushy brain... My response:

Of COURSE campaign managers. It's all about manufactured consent, right? (ding ding, my favorite phrase) So, the use of first names provides a familiarity, a femininity (or an anti-masculinity - AKA more warm and fuzzy - calling people by their last names is a manly thing to do) to the image and feel of these women politicians. That's what the public is familiar with - these gender roles being maintained in the media. And of course campaign managers would then want to play into those stereotypes to keep the public happy and content with that aspect of their portrayals of their candidates - because the public is more comfortable with this portrayal - it's not new, it 's something they know. It's harder swallowing the idea that women are equal to men on the political playing field, and hence need to be referred to by their last names in a very manly, non-feminine sporty-type way.

I realize this view is pretty reductionist and simplistic with a huge dollop of overgeneralization and gender stereotyping within it with the usage of words like "masculine" and "feminine", but hopefully you get my drift.

Around the world and lying

I saw this in Reader's Digest today that just made me crack up:

"I am faithful to a woman when I love her. But when love slowly vanishes, lies make their comeback." ~Eric Majourel, 31, Boulogne-Billancourt, France

Oh, French men.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Looking for a Lost Friend

I might be insane. As a matter of fact, I'm convinced I am. But I'm doing it anyway.

There are people who come in and out of your life. Some you forget quickly, but there are some who make an impression, who you'll remember forever, even though you only really knew them for a short while. I have one such *impressive* friend from over a decade ago. I've completely lost touch with her since we parted ways over 11 years ago. Her name is Wesley Bender. At least, it was back then.

I think I'm insane because 1) this is so out of the blue, 2) this is a rather uncharacteristic thing to do (I feel like I tend to keep my feelings about and relationships with my friends and its specifics rather private - at the very least, I certainly don't broadcast them out to the world as I feel like I'm doing here...though I'm sure Clay Shirky would argue otherwise), and 3) who the hell would want to read what I write here - a personal search - anyway?

With the normalization of Internet use and social networking sites, we rely more and more on these new technologies and systems to keep us in touch with our friends. With Facebook, I never feel like I would ever be out of touch with any of my friends - that I could reach them with a quick search of my "friends" list and send them a message or write on their wall if I need to get a hold of them. Wesley is not on Facebook. At least, if she is, she's hidden from my searches (which I do as well). We have virtually no mutual friends that I still keep in touch with (except for Chia-Shing, but at last check, she didn't have Wesley's contact info), and a search on Google for "Wesley Bender" yields more irrelevant searches than for me to have much faith in that.

It's a bit like a scavenger hunt. To find my friend. And I'm going to document it (at the same time, wondering how many people will actually read this) - for fun, for the hell of it, for academic research purposes (I'm quite serious about this one actually - seeing how the Internet has changed and eased (?) how we get certain types of information), because it's summer and I have some time on my hands...or maybe with the possibility that this may connect me back with her somehow in some convoluted, indirect way. The latter one is probably a pipe dream, but what the hell.

I'm doing this because exploring how digital media and the Internet puts us in a field of greater connectivity and knowledge is really interesting to me, and I myself wonder what the avenues and resources I can use to achieve my goal. I think blogging all of this would be interesting. It'd be worthwhile. Also, I think it'll be amusing how stalkerish a lot of this is going to come out sounding...

On one hand, I'm doing this for academic interests - almost like a case study, but I'm also (mostly) doing this because I miss my friend. If it takes me the time of one post to find Wesley, I'd be more elated than if I come up with a great story to document here, and all the mishaps, miscommunications, and misunderstandings that will no doubt come with it.

Here's a bit of history and some more information:

Wesley and I met at a Piano Performance Workshop the summer of 1998 at UT Austin. We were both accepted into this intensive music summer program - a program with students from all over the country (and some from overseas too, I think). The two people to whom I was closest were Chia-Shing, my roommate (who made me Ramen for breakfast at least twice a week), and Wesley. Wesley and I bonded over marching band. Other than piano, she also plays cello and, I believe, the French horn. She was also a drum major. I still keep in touch with Chia-Shing (she's on Facebook, but we had kept in touch over email, IM, and other means for the last decade), but Wesley had completely disappeared from my scope of consciousness.

We spoke on the phone a few times after the Workshop, sent each other snail mail letters occasionally, exchanged senior pictures. I know she went on to study music at Texas Christian University (TCU). She's from Texas - San Angelo. That really was the last time I heard from her. I somewhat recall trying to get her on the phone sometime during college, and her having a hard time remembering who I was, which, you know, made me kinda sad, but that memory is REALLY hazy, and sometimes I wonder if that really happened at all.

Tonight, I found her piano professor, a Professor Harold Martina, who still teaches at the School of Music at TCU. Found that Professor Martina was her professor through a notification of her senior recital in 2004. And that came up as a result of googling "Wesley Bender TCU".

One more note - I also signed up for Classmates.com, and I think I signed up accidentally for the TCU network...because her Classmates.com site was one of the results on Google. Sent a private message, but I think there's a subscription cost involved if I actually want the message to get sent.

Will try emailing Professor Martina this week.

So here I go. Wish me luck. Suggestions and advice are welcome.

Friday, July 24, 2009

YouTube profile parody?

I ran across this YouTube profile tonight, and I'm fairly certain it's a parody. A hilarious parody:

http://www.youtube.com/user/Wanda4DecentValues

What makes me think that is because there's another one that's either made by the same people, or is a copycat:

http://www.youtube.com/user/Debbie4Morels

And then there are people on this site who seem to be unsure if the first one is a parody or not... I wanted to register and post the second link to them and expound my thoughts about all this being this great parody, but hotmail seems to be down (and I don't like registering for random forums with my gmail account).

Friday, July 17, 2009

The problem with plucking your eyebrows...

...is that when you're carrying a very heavy glass tank home in 95 degree, 99% humidity weather and you're dripping sweat, and you can't spare your hands to wipe the sweat away, your plucked eyebrows become the last line of defense against the dripping sweat and your eyes. And you'd just killed half of your own soldiers.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Oh my god, are you 5?

Soupe is in need of a new home. The little aquarium tank I bought for him is way to small, and he has no room to swim, not to mention that his only perch is a Campbell soup can. So, I found a pet store in the Ma On Shan Plaza, near my dad's place. No idea where in the plaza it is though. Whatever, it can't be that big, right? I head off, and upon entering the store, probably looked disoriented, and stood for a while trying to determine the best plan of action to find this pet store. All of a sudden, I felt a puff of air on my arm and looked to my side, where a woman was RIGHT there next to me (I either stepped into her path, or she stepped into mine), who had huffed air onto my arm in a fit of annoyance or something. She must have been at least 30 or 40, so I don't know what vehemence or venom I incurred, because then she KICKED ME IN THE SHIN! Rather hard too, I might add.

If it wasn't so ridiculously absurd and unexpected, I probably would have taken it up with her, loudly and with articulated emphasis that what she did was just not cool. Instead, I had Sunset Boulevard pumping through my headset and was bent on making sure Soupe didn't die before the week was out, and really, the entire situation, and her absolute immaturity and impropriety made the entire situation laughable. It became a "WTF, mate?" situation.

WTF, mate? Do you walk your kids to school with that foot?

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Touristy Hong Kong

I know, I know. I've been awful at blogging since starting to travel this summer.

I've been in Hong Kong the last three days with Tanya. She has pictures and a list of stuff we did on her blog...just looking at that list makes me exhausted. No wonder I passed out early last night.

We can't believe we're actually here together in Hong Kong though. A mere month ago, we realized we would be in Asia around the same time and were like, "Wouldn't it be cool if we met up for a few days?" And Tanya (mostly Tanya) made it happen, with only a couple emails and two skype calls. Tanya's on her way to Cambodia today.

Such a change from Paris. In Paris, other than the Montparnasse tower, nothing is built over 6 floors. Hong Kong just builds up. Definitely has that modern big city feel. Not quite New York - I'm not sure I can describe it yet. Maybe it's been the places we've gone to, but I feel like I'm in the middle of Times Square all the time. Especially Nathan Rd. Which I'm starting to loathe...possibly because we walked up and down it like, 5 times yesterday.

We went to Lantau to see the giant Buddha and the monastery yesterday. Right as the tram pulled up to the little Village up there, it started POURING. It was like God was turning on and off the faucet up there. It would pour for a few seconds, then STOP. Then POUR again, then STOP. Much like how we shower here at my dad's. The shower has a tendency to flood, so in order to minimize that, we turn on and off the shower as needed. But anyway. We got DRENCHED. Sort of like how one would get drenched if one were to shower with one's clothes on.

Just got back from a dip in the ocean. My dad lives 5 minutes from the ocean, and the water's really nice, especially when it's crazy hot out, like it's been recently.

I've also, thanks to Teresa, found out that there are many old friends here in HK. I think there might be some reunions and lots of catching up to do. :)

Friday, July 10, 2009

NYTimes: Michael, a Foreign Affair

From The New York Times:

OP-ED COLUMNIST: Michael, a Foreign Affair


While America mourned and the media circled, the House Foreign Affairs Committee was weighing in on a 1,500-word resolution in Michael Jackson's honor....

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/09/opinion/09collins.html

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Saturday, July 04, 2009

Happy Birthday, Lady

July 4th isn't just Independence Day for me - it's also Lady's birthday. Lady was my first dog - she grew up with me, and better-tempered dog you won't find. She would have been 20 today.

Grace hasn't been feeling well, so I went and got her some noodles from our local Asian market (where they speak French and Chinese, so I'm good there). On the way back, I came across a cocker spaniel being led by a little girl who can't be much younger than I was when we first got Lady. The cocker spaniel was the spitting image of Lady, right down to the shagginess (we gave her a haircut only when absolutely necessary...and in the summer).

As I rounded the corner, following them (not intentionally and not in a creepy way - they were just headed in the same directly), the dog suddenly turned her head and, upon seeing me, and barked, as if she recognized me, and strained on her leash. The little girl tugged her in another direction, and away they went. But sentimentally, and probably a little foolishly, I can't help but wonder if that's Lady's way of telling me, nearly a decade after she died, that she's ok.

Happy Birthday.

Friday, July 03, 2009

More thoughts on cell phones

Have you noticed, even though we have cell phones so we can be reached wherever we are, the chances of someone ACTUALLY picking up a call they're not expecting is incredibly slim? We're communicating via voice messages now.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Wildcard competitor for the iPhone

Palm is coming out with a new phone called the Palm Pre, which CNN says may be the wildcard competitor to Apple's new iPhone 3GS. Looks pretty cool.

I think no matter how much more technologically superior the Palm Pre is, or any other smartphone for that matter, people may prefer the Apple brand to other brands of phones.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Thoughts on pain

****Disclaimer - this might be too much information that you don't need to know about me, but I have no shame, apparently (probably comes from working in some capacity in the health care field, and interning with an OBGYN). If you're ok with that, read on.

I've always been pretty good at suppressing expressions of pain or discomfort (I have a thing against going to doctors for some reason - probably because I've been to too many when I was younger, and also know how annoying and complicated and expensive the health care system can be anywhere), be it a collapsed lung, sunburned feet, cankersores (often multiple at a time), girly cramps (I used to get really bad ones, and have relatives who pass out occassionally from the pain - I think it's partly genetic?), or attacks by my mace.

My lung didn't just collapse that one time - it collapsed several times. It's just I never bothered to do anything about it. Sure, it hurt, but it wasn't as bad as the first time (except for maybe 2 or 3 times - especially that time at the Larry King Cardiac Foundation event when Jenn took over my duties and made me take a nap before the Gala that evening). I don't tell my parents because it worries them. I just take it easy for a day or so and it gets better.

The only scar I have on my body is a scar I got from my mace - when I was first learning how to spin, and some high winds crashed my mace tip into the middle finger of my right hand - I think bone was exposed...I'm not sure. But we had a football game that night (where we play in-stand music and perform the field show), so I simply wrapped it up and went to the game. This is only one among many many injuries during my tenure as Drum Major at TO (I've lost countless brain cells, no doubt, though the many times I hit myself in the head. Bruises and blood were an every day occurrence - come to think of it, this may have been the time in my life when I simply stopped complaining about pain because I've learned how to deal with it - I once spent forever practicing a move that involved body-wrapping the mace around me, and kept dropping my mace on the same spot on my hip, which bruised so much it ended up oozing blood by the end of the weekend).

I've had Scout or Sabi or other dogs get so excited they've accidentally bitten me or scrapped me with their teeth or claws. They tend to go unnoticed (only my mom would make some horrified comment about how there are huge red scratches on my arms that look on the verge of bleeding).

So, what prompted this post in the first place? Well, there's been this sort of muscular pain in my, erm, groin area for a month now. It feels like I just pulled a muscle there, and it started out rather painlessly - more or less just a subtle uncomfortableness - more accented when I stayed on my feet for extended periods of time. Unfortunately, in New York City, I'm on my feet all the time walking places.

I thought it would get better on it's own, but Paris is, of course, a walking city. Between the walking tourism I've been doing (museums, gardens, Paris in general), walking places I need to be (classes, dinner, afternoon excursions with our professors), being tired, being on my feet all day, the pain in my groin got worse. It came to a head yesterday when we had a welcome dinner for the people in the new class. We sat in a sort of set-up where we had to move rather heavy tables for people to get to and from their seats during dinner. During one of these exertions (as I was moving a table out to let someone out), I felt that weak muscle give, and it HURT. I limped all the way home, and it's the worse it's been. I was worried enough to ask Grace to ask her sister what I should do. Her sister said it might be a hernia, but a second opinion from Dr. Emily seems to state that it's probably just a pulled muscle.

Still, I've made a point to stay off it as much as I can (Grace and Sarah went out and got me lunch today as I sat around and waited for our next class to start), but I can't avoid going to class or going on excursions and the other basic necessities of using my legs. So I went and found myself a cane today - it's not that I need it all the time, but it'll help with some extra support when I've been on my feet for a long time, which will no doubt happen during one of our museum trips later this week and next and the next one after that.

I hate having a cane though - I feel ridiculous and I feel like people will think I'm making too big a deal of something (yes, I realize people really don't think much about me, but I don't want people thinking I'm trying to garner sympathy). Back in college, Adam, Cris, Kevin, and I went to Catalina one summer to kayak, and my feet (and only my feet) got incredibly sunburned. It was REALLY bad. And hurt really bad. So much that I had trouble walking (we went to watch Fiddler on the Roof once shortly after - our seats were Mezzanine, and Xia had to literally carry me up the stairs) - Cris, among some other friends, apparently were talking smack behind my back (things like "What a faker, it can't be THAT bad."). A couple days later, we were at my place watching a movie or something, and my socks were off. This is how the conversation (in my very very muddled, perhaps somewhat re-constructed memory) went:

Cris: Uhh...Cynthia, why are you feet black?
Cynthia: It's sunburned.
Cris: Ohh it really IS that bad...

Later, I realized it was a second-degree burn and probably needed to go see a doctor, but it eventually got better on it's own, with the help of lots of aloe, and friends. Actually, when I sprained my ankle the week after I came back to school after taking a week off to heal up my collapsed lung, Adam, Cris, Xia, and whoever else was around were regularly giving me piggyback rides to my car since I couldn't walk.

In any case, two points. Point 1: This muscle in my groin hurts - not bad enough for me to go to the doctor, (I've only been to the doctor once for pain - and that was the collapsed lung), but bad enough for me to speak up and do something about it - which is getting this visible evidence (argh) of my gimpy-ness to prevent potentially more serious damage. Point 2: I have awesome friends that may make fun of me for being a baby, but are there for me when things like this do get bad. (Muahahah - they're being taken advantage of and don't even know it. Shhh.)

The only fun thing about a cane is that I can spin it when I'm bored. Perhaps I'm destined to always carry a long, blunt object that I can spin close to my head.

(Juliana, I know you're going to make some pointed comment about the paper cut at the LA zoo, but that's an anomaly, right?)

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Chasing Pigeons

There is really no greater joy that running through a huge flock of birds and watching them all scatter and fly away. I love it so much that I put it into a film of mine in college. Granted, it was completely unplanned and spontaneous, and they were seagulls, but it was one of the most beautiful shots in the film (that, and the shot that made it look like we were floating on water). And it's not just with things that fly either. Chasing squirrels is perfectly fine too. As is fishing for them. But I digress. I meant this entry to be an update of my time in Paris.

I'd have to say, Paris is just like any other big global city, except everyone speaks French. So it's harder to know when someone's speaking badly about you. "Stupid Americans, they don't even know how to ask for water correctly." With my hoodie and my backpack, I have never more felt like a stupid American. Our apartment is AWESOME - it's huge, and HAS NATURAL LIGHT (for those of you who don't know, I love my apartment in NYC, but one thing that really bothers me is that it doesn't get any natural light), and is big enough that I have to really motivate myself to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. There's a boulangerie/patisserie downstairs that sadly doesn't have Chausson aux pommes, but I'm sure I can find that at one of the other dozen patisseries on my way to the metro every morning.

Other than getting lost at the Louvre, other exciting moments include one of the most delicious dinners EVER (at Les Papilles in the Latin Quarter - when we walked in, there was a photographer from the New York Times taking pictures of the room and of our set table with meats and bread on it - for starters - there's apparently going to be an article about the best 10 tables/rooms in Paris). We had the meat dishes for an appetizer (which included slices of sausages, including blood sausage and tuna pate, which was my favorite), then a summer soup-type thing (ok, I know all these have names, and while I may claim to be a foodie, I'm a foodie who doesn't know proper names of foods):



This picture is pre-soup being added. You ladled this cold broth into the bowl and mix everything up.

The main course was penne pasta in a pesto sauce/soup/stew thing with chicken. Maybe better to say it was chicken in a pesto sauce thing with penne pasta:



Then a bleu cheese with prunes. I actually really don't like bleu cheese, but this bleu cheese was really really good bleu cheese, whicn simply meant it didn't induce vomit when I had half of it to be polite. It's pretty though, isn't it?




For dessert, strawberry something or other. I can't remember what it's called, but it's deliciously creamy and very rich. This was actaully my favorite part of dinner.



Of course, this 5-hour dinner led to none of us doing the readings for the next day, so our professor, Ben (who was also at this epic dinner), decided to show us a documentary about the Gutenberg Bible, which took most of class.

Other than that, we've started our final project already, which is a "dossier" on the Prosperity Gospel, which is really just a wiki page. Wiki pages are rather annoying to build and edit. There's no easy button that says "make new page". Instead, you have to create a link to a nonexistent page, which then becomes "orphaned", then follow the link, which will take you to the page so you can edit it. WTF?! In any case, if you're interested, here's the homepage. Just click on the link below that says "Prosperity Gospel".

All this keeps me from chasing pigeons all day.

There is a flock of sleeping pigeons (they puff themselves up and just sit there, and there are a LOT of them) on a great big piece of lawn next to the Invalides that we pass every day on our way to class. One of these days...

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Quick headachy thoughts/rhetorical questions

These could go in a status update, but that'd just be silly. Why is it that now we have status updates that I think in short sentences?

I have a headache. Perhaps I should finish the Toblerone sitting on my coffee table.

Does anyone else feel like panicking after reading Marita's syllabus for the summer?

My new glasses make me look like I'm perpetually sleep deprived. Though now I can see really really well. (Contacts don't correct for my astigmatism. These new glasses do)

What the heck am I going to do without a guitar for 2 months? Write poetry?!

Really really enjoying Ender's Game. But I'm trying to read it as slowly as possible to make it last. There are other Ender-related books, right?

Why does chocolate make cankersores HURT LIKE HELL?!

Monday, May 25, 2009

The bugs have won!

A Short History of Medicine
2000 BCE - Here, eat this root.
1000 AD - That root is heathen. Here, say this prayer.
1850 - That prayer is superstition. Here, drink this potion.
1920 - That potion is snake oil. Here, swallow tihs pill.
1945 - That pill is ineffective. Here, take penicillin.
1955 - Oops...bugs got resistant. Here, take this tetracycline.
1957 - 2007 - 42 more "oopses"...Here, take this more powerful antibiotic.
20?? - The bugs have won! Here, eat this root.
-Anonymous

Saturday, May 23, 2009

The type of scamming that seems pointless

I've been in the process of subletting my apartment for the summer, since I will be in Paris for a study abroad program, then in Hong Kong, then back to LA until school starts in the fall. Like everyone else in the city, I've been relying heavily on Craigslist to get the word out (while also lowering the rent a bit every week).

One person, named Rachel Watson, emailed back with this message:

Hello There
I came across your AD posted on www.Craigslist.org that you have a
sublet space available...I am Rachel Watson,25,female,from USA but
lived and work in Spain,I am a graduate of Buffalo University,NY where
i studied Economics,I worked as a sales Representative in a fast
growing Industry,Goliath Industry,Spain.so i will be coming to USA
later this month to advertise some of our products.I will want you to
confirm the availability of the space,what price does it goes for?and
how long you are willing to rent it out? N.B..pls endeavor to reply
back my mails via talk2me2244@yahoo.com.i will be waiting to read from
you asap......
Regards...
Rachel


Ok, pretty standard, but I was a bit annoyed at the fact that this person obviously didn't read the ad, because she asked about the price, and how long the apartment was available for...and I think my annoyance shone through in my response email:

Hi Rachel,

As the ad states, the price per month is $1950, utilities and internet included, and is available for three months from May 30th till August 30th.

Please let me know if you are still interested. Thanks.

Cynthia


The next day, I get this email with the subject, "WAITING TO HEAR FROM YOU" (just like that, all in caps):

Thanks for your prompt responses and am okay with the price and explanations,...I am very happy for your reply that shows the kind of person i am thinking of renting from and how kind you are..For the payment that is not a problem at all...Because my boss will be highly responsible for all the expenses of the payment all i have to do is to confirm the amount of the space including the utilities and then get it sent to him including the information's in which the payment will be issued to..,So all i require of you is for you to send me your..
FULL NAME
FULL ADDRESS
PHONE
So that i can forward it to my boss because my boss will be paying you in advance because of my flight ,So you get back to my travel agent who is in United state with the rest of the money via western union...in order to get my ticket booked so that i can be in state asap... waiting to hear from you....
THANKS..


BAD grammer. I was getting a bit suspicious at this point, and really not sure I wanted to rent my apartment to someone who wrote emails like this (even though I've left COPE, I still subscribe to the Allen Miller School of Professional Conduct) so I wrote back:

Rachel,

I’ve lowered the rent down to $1950/month, but do want to know a little more about you, as you may potentially be spending three months in my home. What is it that you do (as a job), and what will you be in the city for? What is the name of your company, and what does that company do? What is your boss’s name? Could you also please provide me with a couple personal references? I’d appreciate it. Where are you currently located?

As for your inquiries, my full name is Cynthia Wang. The address of the apartment is (blah blah blah), and my phone number is (blah blah).

Please let me know if you have any additional questions. Thanks.

Cynthia


Didn't give out any information that I wouldn't give out any potential subletter, right? Next day, I get this, with the subject, "THE PAYMENT WILL BE SEND TO YOU SOON" (oooh boy, I can't wait for the payment to be SEND to me!):

Hello,
I got the information and will forward it to my Boss so as to make the payment as soon as possible....so as soon as you have it,just get back to me so i can send you my travel agent's info.where to send the excess money for my flight....thanks a lot and have a nice day...
Best Regards....


WTF?! So here's my response:

Rachel,

You have not answered my questions nor provided personal references, and your emails reflect an aura of unprofessionalism, and a whole lot of ambiguity and opacity. I’m looking for someone I can trust to rent this apartment. I’m sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable with this transaction – I’m going to have to pass. Good luck with your apartment hunt.

Cynthia


Lots of suspicion at this point. Definitely thinking something fishy's going on. So yesterday, I get this email, with the subject as "GET BACK TO ME ASAP":


Hello there

How was your day,the payment has already be sent to you, and am very interested in having the room that was why my boss made the payment out to you , so whats next now and i will be waiting to get the from you......Thanks alot for all and pls dont forget to have the $100 deducted for yourself ok..take care and have a wonderful weekend

Regards


My response (I should mention that Al was here watching Buffy and jamming with me at this point - this was yesterday - when I got this email):

Hey Rachel,

I found someone else to sublet my apartment, so the apartment is no longer available. Thanks for your interest, and good luck in your search. If I receive any money in the mail, I will forward it back to your company.

Cynthia


And, just for good measure, and because Al suggested it would probably be a good idea, I sent a second email:

Just so we’re clear, I will NOT in any way be accepting any of your money (I don’t know what this $100 deducted is about – you’re not making any sense) and I will NOT be subletting my apartment to you. It is unavailable. Sorry, and good luck with finding another apartment.

Cynthia


In hindsight, I'm being incredibly gullible (would have probably found it in the dictionary had you told me to look), but maybe not thinking it's exactly a scam just yet because I was not asked to offer anything to her (ie: to wire money somewhere - I was the seller, not the buyer). Late last night, I received this response with the subject, "PAYMENT COMING IN TODAY....HERE IS THE TRACKING NUMBER":

Hello,
Hope all is pretty cool with you over there? am very happy to informed you that the payment for my rent is coming in today unfailingly.Here is the tracking number (j223958 6195) go to ups.com and have it track so that you can know the exact time it will deliver to you today.As soon as you receive the check you should have it cash, deduct the rent and any deposit needed for my move in...After that You will deduct extra $100 for yourself which will serve as compensation cus i guess am taking you thru stress for helping me...Then you will have the balance forwarded to my travel agent via WESTERN UNION MONEY TRANSFER who will work on my paper and get my ticket booked so that i can be in the state as soon as possible.
So as soon as you have the cash and have deducted all neccessary charges ....You will go to western union outlet with CASH balance and my travel agent information then you will transfer the money to the travel agent using the information bellow

NAME........Johannes Gilo,
Street......611 Mallory Drive,
City........Panama
State......FL
Zip-code...32405

As soon as you have the money sent to him you will need to get back to me with the western union details such as..
1...MTCN (money transfer control number) Its always on the receipt that
will be given to you at western union..
2...Total amount sent after deducting western union charges
3...Senders name and address as it is written on the receipt given to you at western union..
Thanks alot for your understand and i will be waiting to hear from you again as soon as you read this message...Tak
e care and have a blessed working day.........
BEST REGARDS


After doing some research online, I realized that both buyers AND sellers can be scammed. My response:

This is a scam and I am reporting you to proper authorities.


...and copied abuse@craigslist.org on it. On the Craigslist scam site, I found a situation that fits my experience perfectly (it was #2 on their list of Examples of Scams):

2. distant person offers a genuine-looking (but fake) cashier's check

  • you receive an email (examples below) offering to buy your item, or rent your apartment, sight unseen.
  • cashier's check is offered for your sale item, as a deposit for an apartment, or for just about anything else of value.
  • value of cashier's check often far exceeds your item - scammer offers to "trust" you, and asks you to wire the balance via money transfer service
  • banks will often cash these fake checks AND THEN HOLD YOU RESPONSIBLE WHEN THE CHECK FAILS TO CLEAR, including criminal prosecution in some cases!
  • scam often involves a 3rd party (shipping agent, business associate owing buyer money, etc)
And here's an article that talks about it. If only I had read these earlier. My question is, what does the scammer get out of something like this? I mean, the worst thing I can do is deposit the check (if it comes - I'm sort of hoping it does so I can check it out) and be held responsible for it. The scammer seems to get nothing.

Thoughts, anyone?