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I posted an entry each day during my 26th year of life.

Day 341: racism

It being MLK day and all, I thought it might be an appropriate time to talk about racism.

Nobody wants to be a racist – at least, nobody that I know.  I certainly don’t.  But I suppose it depends on how you grow up and the environment you were raised in.

And despite the best intentions of my parents and growing up and learning in diverse places of education, I’m afraid that I am a bit of a racist.  While I don’t do things like shout slurs at people on the streets or become friends with people based on their skin, there’s something ingrained in my subconscious that causes me to notice skin tone and have it affect my judgment of that person’s character.

I think there are a lot of influences to this.  People of certain races I’ve known in the past and the portrayal of different races in the media are perhaps the two major factors.  I treat people differently based on their personalities; I wouldn’t tell the same story the same way to two different people if I know ahead of time that they’ll have opposite reactions.  Does this apply more so if the people are of different races?  It’s hard to tell for sure, but I may.

Additionally, if I meet someone for the first time, I am fairly certain that I do a bit of racial profiling somewhere in my brain.  It’s not something as negative as: well, this guy’s obviously a thug.  But I probably do have certain expectations, like an Asian person being logical, that I can attribute to nothing but their race.

What can I do to combat that?  To treat each person as nothing but an individual and bring no racial assumptions or expectations to the table?

Maybe it’s because my parents and I (and I expect, almost all families) never overtly talked about race when I was young.  Sure, there were vague affirmations, like “everyone is equal.”  But this book excerpt in Newsweek (from the Freakonomics-esque book NutureShock) got me thinking.  Let’s put aside the exact study and sample size for now and just focus on what questions come from this.

Babies are able to differentiate skin color before we can really even communicate to them effectively about what race is.  And children tend to group themselves into homogenous groups; as a child, I’m more likely to seek those peers that look like me.  So do we need to actively enforce the idea in children’s heads that different-looking people are just as deserving of friendship and respect?  Is it a comfort zone that we have to break out of to talk directly and specifically to our children about race (or even specific races of their classmates) or would they learn it on their own if not for our subtle racist cues that we may unknowingly present?

And if I have certain connotations (be they negative or positive) with certain races already, how do I prevent those from appearing in my behavior around my child?

Day 340: the naming

The most frequent question we get as imminent parents, behind “When’s the baby due?” and “Do you know if it’ll be a boy or a girl?” is: “Have you picked a name yet?”

Naming is serious business.  It’s a brand that our little human is going to wear for the rest of his life.  It’s a word that he’ll hear probably at least once a day.  And it also is a social message about who he is.

So, have we picked a name yet?  No, we haven’t.  We have a few front-runners right now (Simon, Oliver, Isaac), but we haven’t quite settled on any of them yet for certain.  And while I wouldn’t say that we’re agonizing over the decision, it is something that intrigues me because there are so many factors to take into account.

The name should be common enough that he doesn’t feel like an outsider for having a weird name, but unique enough that he doesn’t feel like he’s getting confused in a classroom with four other students.  The name has to sound good with Dai, and the initials can’t be something demeaning, like STD or LSD.

For our personal sakes, the name can’t be “tainted” – that is, we can’t have known someone with that name that we disliked or had a bad experience with.  It can’t be a unique name of one of our friends or our friend’s babies or other family members (unless we intentionally decide to name it after a family member).

And it can’t remind us too distinctly of one particular celebrity with that name, even if that celebrity is likeable.

There are a lot of guidelines, but in the end, the baby’s name will kind of be like our wedding.  No matter how much planning we do, we won’t account for something – maybe even a future connotation with the name that we could have never anticipated – but the name will turn out to be just fine regardless.

Still, I’m curious: if you had a child recently, how did you go about coming up with a name?  If you know, how was your particular name picked?  Do you anticipate giving your future child a particular name that you’ve always loved?  I’m curious as to how much thought other people give (or have given) to the naming of children.

Day 339: things that happened

I beat Uncharted 2 last night. It was a non-stop thrill ride, even if I’m still not entirely sold on the treasure collecting part of the game. I played a bit of multiplayer today, where I was mainly manhandled by skeletons with shotguns who sounded like British people.

We made decent headway on the vine infestation in our backyard, despite strong resistance and being completely outnumbered. We will continue our quest to prevent our walls and the tree back there from being choked to death by these evil vines tomorrow if the rain doesn’t make the prospect completely miserable.

We ate at a small Chinese restaurant in San Leandro tonight named Little Namking. While we were there, Katie asked me where Namking is. I wasn’t sure. After returning home and looking it up, there actually is no Namking. It probably is a bad transliteration of Nanjing, which is actually close to Shanghai. Either way, the food was pretty good and very cheap. I can’t wait to go back another and try their signature beef chow fun. There’s nothing that compares to a good chow fun.

Then we watched the scandalous second episode of The Bachelor on a laptop in bed. I tried to log in through Facebook Connect so that I could create a text commentary for the episode with all of the snarky things Katie and I spouted but technology was not on my side tonight. I hope, however, that my attempts did not – as Katie suggested – post to my wall that I was watching The Bachelor a dozen times. I only watched it once, and that’s shameful enough.

I also played a bit of the Saboteur today, where I eliminated an entire Nazi radar station single-handed, but accidentally shot a nun in the process.

Day 338: donating

Yesterday, I gave $35 to Doctors Without Borders to help with earthquake recovery in Haiti.

Overall, I don’t give too much money to charity.  It’s never really bothered me, never made me feel guilty, but I realize that the giving that I do make is somewhat random.

For the past two years, Katie and I have given to our local NPR station because we listen to it on a daily basis and feel a bit obligated to support it in return.  Last year, I also additionally gave a small bit to WBEZ, the Chicago NPR station that hosts This American Life and is responsible for paying for the podcast, which I listen to most weeks.

The only other regular donation is to CMU, just to help boost alumni giving numbers, but that’s really only when I remember to do it.

The last voluntary donation that I gave (aside from the odd dollar at checkout in supermarkets or pet stores) is probably to the Red Cross for Hurricane Katrina.  So, does it really take an epic disaster for me to step up to the donation table?  Should I carve out a portion of my yearly income to go to those that need help?

Is money given to the Red Cross or Doctors Without Borders during a non-major-disaster any less useful than now?

Am I not pulling my weight in doing more for the greater good?  Alas, I don’t give blood as often as I could either!  Am I just being too greedy?  Or is donating to charity above and beyond normal duty?

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