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Day 222: award shows

We taped the Emmys yesterday and watched them tonight. I’m not sure why, but award shows are all about reinventing themselves these days.

It supposedly worked as this year’s telecast pulled in more viewers, although I’d also wager that NPH had something to do with that as well. The overall shake-up, though, seemed to have to do with the order of presentation, grouping types of awards with each other. It was nice to streamline it, but there was a promise of “a complete transformation of the stage” between genres which was wholly unfulfilled.

Also, I’m not sure about Oscar’s decision to have double the number of nominated films this year. First, it puts a serious damper on the annual tradition of watching all the nominated films the Saturday before the actual awards show. Second, I’m not sure it can deliver on either of its promises: that it will allow popular mainstream movies to be nominated or make the race more exciting.

I’ve always also been a bit unclear on the number of nominees per category. Some categories seem to have a set number (usually 5) and some seem to just have as many good nominees as they have that year. Why not be consistent? Either make every category pick 5 nominees or just open it up to however many make it above a certain nomination threshold. It’s sad to see a nominee that clearly won’t win, but it’s also odd to see a film win when it’s in a category of only two.

Ah, well. Award shows are never really about the best of the best anyway. They’re a big political game, and that’s just the way I like them. it’s like trying to reform the election process: an idealistic thought I have once in a while, but ultimately, too much work and doomed to fail.

Day 220: promises

As reminded a few days ago, I promised to upload a video of me cutting my own hair with the Comb ‘n Cut.  I have not forgotten.  I’ll try to make some time tomorrow to edit what I currently have (so you won’t have to watch 10 minutes of me cutting with no comments in real time) and maybe record a short epilogue (as the video currently cuts off rather abruptly).

I don’t make promises that often, because I feel terrible when I break them.  The word carries with it such heavy connotation that it’s hard not to think of all the weight I put onto myself when I make a promise.

While there’s no physical or material loss for breaking a promise, I always assume that a broken promise (no matter how big the promise is or how it was broken) will result in a loss of trust that will be hard to regain.

Maybe that isn’t true.  Maybe people don’t take the idea of promises as grandly as I do.  Still, words are important.  A firm handshake, a promise, a sincere glance.  All of these may not hold up legally in court, but they hold up in my court.

My honor court.  My hourt.

Day 219: yellow

Katie and I went to see Yellow Face tonight, which is a play about Asian-American racial identity, among other things.

It was interesting.  I don’t spend all that much time thinking about the fact that I’m an Asian-American, and I haven’t really dwelt on the advantages and disadvantages that this label/community confers, but I do feel like I’ve always been aware of it my entire life.

That, and a recent splashy Newsweek cover article labeled “Is Your Baby Racist?” got me thinking.  How much of my Chinese heritage will I impart onto my child?  How much can I?  How much should I?

Ideally, I’d like to give my baby the best parts of being an Asian-American and spare him or her the worst, but is it really up to me to decide which is which?  Do I even know?  And how good of a teacher will I be anyway?

As I’ve grown, I’ve felt less and less Chinese.  I hardly speak the language anymore.  I can’t read it at all.  I can’t speak too intelligently on most Chinese culture and history.  When I visit the country itself, I feel like a tourist, not like I’m returning home.

But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a part of me, that I was born there, that I lived there for the first four years of my life.  I like that I’ve Chinese, I’m proud of it.  I guess I’m just not sure what it actually means to me or my unborn child just yet.

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