Brown Skin Lady.



Thursday, July 28, 2005

You will never know what it's like to be he only kid with black hair and slanted eyes in your kindergarten class.

You will never know what it's like to be called Chinky Chinaman on the playground at 5 years old.

You will never know what it's like to ask your 1st grade teacher about Vietnam.

Only to have her tell you that all humans are created equal.

(Please.)

You will never know how dehumanizing it feels when your grade school friends ask if you can see when you laugh.

You will never know what it feels like when those same grade school friends tell you that all Asian People are rich.

You will never know what it feels like to see your cousin, aunt, and uncle immigrate to this country and try to survive off welfare.

You will never know what it feels like to want to be something more than just the "Asian Kid."

You will never know what it feels like to be told that, "you don't even act Asian."

You will never know what it feels like to be stigmatized as the model minority.

You will never know what it feels like when somebody asks you while standing in the buffet line, "Do Japanese people like gravy?".

You will never know what it feels like to be held at gunpoint by Asian Gang Members.

You will never know what racial harassment feels like as you get pulled over by cops and get accused of being part of the Asian Mafia.

(Asian Mafia? Oh that's right, they're upstairs in the Chinatown restaurant. Just like Rush Hour.)

You will never know the true meaning of identity crisis.

You will never know what it feels like to be plagued by the small dick Asian Man rumor.

You will never know what it feels like to have this desire to whip it out on stage and say, "Ha! We are gigantic!"

You think you know.

But you have no idea.


andycat stayed in the red at 10:37 AM


Monday, July 25, 2005

To be a Vietnamese American means to share with other Vietnamese Americans a sense of common history, traditions, and practices that may not be shared with non Vietnamese-Americans. When I think of other Vietnamese-Americans who I share these practices with, I undoubtedly think of those who I grew up with -- my mother, father, and sister. The concept of masculinity is not as easily defined. Throughout history, the very concept of masculine ideal has been redefined countless times.

For many centuries, pharaohs, kings, and czars adorned themselves in furs and jewels while the lower classes dressed in non-exquisite, flea-bitten garb. The oafish macho caveman who lumbered aimlessly around the planet looking for a woman to club over the head was standard. However, as the class system began to fade, the roles of males and females changed accordingly.

During the twentieth century, Hollywood played a pivotal role in defining masculinity. Clark Gable, Cary Grant, and Marlon Brando all offered unique and diverse masculine ideals in the roles they played. Popular music has also played a part as Elvis, the Beatles, and David Bowie all frightened the older generations of their respective eras. I believe the new breed of man is one of style, sophistication, and self-awareness. Secure in his masculinity, he no longer has to spend time defending it. He is just as strong and confident as that of his predecessors, but far more diverse in his ideals, tastes, and most importantly his self-perception.


andycat stayed in the red at 3:01 PM


Friday, July 22, 2005


Why is it that Hockey Video Games and Hockey Movies are always more entertaining than the actual game of Hockey itself?

Don't believe me?:

Youngblood -- The hockey version of Hoosiers.
Miracle -- Again. Again. Again.
Mighty Ducks -- I remember really enjoying this movie along with Cool Runnings when I was 13.

Who hasn't played a hockey video game? Action packed, non-stop, checking people against the glass, line changing fun!

Blades of Steel -- I mean, you could actually fight!
Ice Hockey -- Fat Dude! Fat Dude! Fat Dude!
Sega Genesis NHL Hockey '93 -- Lemeuix was ridiculous.

I once took a girl to a hockey game on the first date. We drank budweiser and watched ugly canadians without teeth. We got drunk too. Good times. Surprisingly, we never went out again.

(Joe Montana Footbal was fun.)


andycat stayed in the red at 1:35 PM


Thursday, July 21, 2005


"Fabiani thinks Carlos looks like Maroon 5" -- Matt, on Carlos's resemblance to American Pop Singer

First Sip of A Beverage Appreciation Post.

Why is it that the 1st sip of any beverage is satisfyingly delicious?

The silky smoothness of cafe con leche earling in the AM.
The deceptively sweet taste of cabernet with a pretty blonde sitting across the table.
The deep down body thirst quenching sip of Gatorade after a sweat infused workout.
The copious purity of water at 3AM when sitting at the diner in a drunken state. (8 glasses a day, cuz that's what they say.)
The crisp bite of Corona when chillin with your boys a la playa en Punta Del Este. (Or Pilsen for that matter.)
The "I know I'm gonna get hammered" sensation because of this Adios MF'er at the bar when you were 20 years old and had no idea what a real cocktail was.

!Salud!

Feliz Jueves.


andycat stayed in the red at 9:38 AM


Wednesday, July 20, 2005

As I am taking a "Stereotypes, Race, and Marginalization in Education" class...

“There are some people in this world who assume you know less than you do because of your name and your complexion, but math is a great equalizer.” Jaime Escalante, Stand and Deliver

"All test are biased, except Math Sat, because Math is universal." -- Laurence Fishburne, Boyz N the Hood.

On the playground at the tender age of five, the racial taunts of “Chinky-Chinaman” still ring clearly in my ears. When I came home and told my parents of the harassment, their only advice was to ignore the other children and to prove them wrong by excelling in my studies. As much as I wanted to voice my displeasure to my classmates, I became accustomed to the racial slurs and stayed true to my parents’ advice of remaining humble. My teachers addressed the bullying by telling the students something along the lines of “all humans are created equal;” an apathetic and quick solution to a critical problem. The taunts continually became stronger and more wounding as my classmates took advantage of my supposed timid demeanor; however the lack of self-defense was out of humbleness and not apprehension.

I internalized all the discrimination and spent a majority of my adolescence in dejection, wondering what was wrong with me. I realize today there was nothing wrong with me; it was just that my classmates were never educated on the virtues of diversity. Because the subject of race was hardly ever mentioned in the classroom, their knowledge on racial matters was undoubtedly limited to media perception.

My parent’s advice was given to me only because these were the values they had as children in Vietnam and having immigrated to the United States in 1975, their knowledge of Western Culture was unfamiliar. I accept this fact and give my parents the benefit of the doubt for their oblivion. However, I am curious as to why my teachers never tackled the subject of ethnicity. Perhaps it was too delicate of a subject? Perhaps they honestly felt that the best policy to discuss ethnicity was to avoid it altogether? It is ignorant to ignore ethnicity. Because we live in a “salad bowl” of ethnicities in America, diversity should not only be embraced, it needs to be taught directly and candidly within the classroom so our youth will learn and practice the value of open-mindedness when they invariably encounter those of various backgrounds along their educational careers.


andycat stayed in the red at 7:39 AM


Tuesday, July 19, 2005

phoonzy: Hello andy
ANDYDOAN1: girls love to talk
ANDYDOAN1: they love to talk to their man
phoonzy: Hahah why do u say that?
ANDYDOAN1: because i'm on the phone right now, and she won't stop talking
phoonzy: Cuz their men don't have choices...
phoonzy: They have to listen
phoonzy: Hahahaha
ANDYDOAN1: i don't even know what she's talking about
ANDYDOAN1: she's telling me about every second of her day. the cereal she ate. the type of cheese she put in her quesadilla. sheesh.
phoonzy: Its cuz at the end of the day...we have a lot to complain about
phoonzy: And u guys r the only ones we take it out on
ANDYDOAN1: oh yeah, lots of complaining


andycat stayed in the red at 12:25 AM


Monday, July 18, 2005



Sometimes you reflect back on your childhood and see the ingenuity of such simple devices.

For example:

The Muppet Show.

My favorite character was always Dr. Bunsen. Remember him? Scientist, inventor of stuff, and all around swell guy. He used to always light Beaker on fire!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

And how could you not love the endearing qualities of Rowlf Doggy Dogg with his soul-inspred funky piano loops?

(Although I do recall finding the Nanny in Muppet Babies kind of creepy because everytime she entered the room, all you could see was her green and white bumblebee socks.)

Muppet Show on DVD, August 9th.

I really enjoy the senseless acts of nonsense perpetrated by these weirdos.


andycat stayed in the red at 1:14 AM


Thursday, July 14, 2005


Kwame. Kwame. Kwame. Kwame. Kwame.

You see, he's in L.A. now, out of Jordan's Shadow, doesn't have to live up to the pressure of being a former #1 pick...and really, who wants to play in D.C. besides Chad Cordero, Mark Rypien, and I don't know...ummmm...Gheorge My Giant Muresan????

Now Kwame gets to be Horace Grant to Kobe and Lamars Jorden/ Pippen, while Luke passes out of the high post to a streaking Bynum and daddy Bill shouts over your television speakers:

Throw it down, big man! THROW IT DOWN!

I can see Phil really getting into Kwame's head to bring it on the defensive end and while we don't have a point, at least things look a bit on the rosier side.

My inside sourses (RE: Cbass) tells me Antonio Daniels is out of the picture so I'm openly petioning for a Jay Williams.

Starting Five November 1st, 2005.

PG: Moto Williams
SG: Rapist
SF: Smokey McSmokerson
PF: KWAM-IZZAY!
C: Chris "Starting Center on My All-Whiteboy Fantasy B-Ball Team Next Year" Mihm

2nd Round playoffs next year.

DJ feels me.


andycat stayed in the red at 4:43 PM


Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Warning: When meeting a girl at a bar who is a doctoral candidate at a prestigous university, do not, I repeat DO NOT ask her what her dissertation is about.

(Unless of course you enjoy learning about the psychology of burmese emptomologist conducting research in jungles of Southeast Asia.)

C'mon Kupchak! Pull off the sign-and-trade!
KWAM-IZZAY!!


andycat stayed in the red at 1:31 PM


Sunday, July 10, 2005

All that's good about west life -- sun, cleavage, and in-n-out.

Oh yeah, here we go with the

LOS ANGELES APPRECIATION POST
.

People hate, but like my main man out in Chile says...

once you live here for a while, you understand.

This is the greatest city in the world.

I think you've only received just a glimpse into my adoration for this city. Look beyond the sun, the beach, the mountains, the women...

and witness the soul this city possesses.

And those that come to visit cannot possibly comprehend the beauty of this city. You never witnessed what us native Angelenos experienced growing up:

Chavez Ravine
Gibby's High Fly Ball, Deep to Right in 88.
Showtime.
The majestic colums of the Great Western Forum.
AC Green's Gheri Curl.
Wayne Gretzky and Luc Robitaille in 93.
The '92 Uprisings.
Politically Conscious Ice Cube.
2Pacalypse Now.
Captain E-O.
Pioneer Chicken.
10 West and 405 South.
Vegas.
Rick Dee's and The Weekly Top 40.
Tom Bradley and Daryl Gates.
The influx of Blacks, Mexicans, Asians, and Indians.
The scary Raider Fan with the spiked shoulder pads at the Coliseum.
Earthquakes.
'84 Opening Ceremonies at the Coliseum.
Rose Bowl.
Harold Miner, Bo Kimble, and Hank Gathers.
Toby Bailey, O'Bannon Brothers, and Tyus Edney.

And with my pending employment in South Central. I'm bout to rep LA to the fullest.

Word.


andycat stayed in the red at 9:59 AM


Wednesday, July 06, 2005

I live 15 minutes away from Chavez Ravine, and 5 minutes away from Santa Anita.
Lethal combo, no?

When taking a leisurely stroll about Dodger Stadium, you will notice lifesize printouts of Dodger players plastered against the column support. Players such as:

Eric Gagne, Cesar Izturis, JD Drew, Jose Valentin, Milton Bradley, Jayson Werth, Odalis Perez, Paul Bako (Paul Bako???), I LOVE RAZN SLAW, Ricky Biday I mean Ledee, etc.

Or should I just say tommy john surgery, pulled hammy, wrist made of tracing paper, pulled hammy 2, rock climber injury, broken wrist 2, inflamed shoulder, busted knee, Wilson "Hey He Stole My Dodger Dog When I Wasn't Looking!" Alvarez, and Ricky Ledee.

I think the PR people at Dodger Stadium should just tear down those same lifesize printouts and replace them with gigantic MRI Scans. Elmer Dessens's Elbow Ligament.

Now, that, would be cool.

I love watching the Las Vegas 51's.

Now that Chin-Feng Chen has been called up, its only a matter of time before we see 3rd Basemen Norihiro Nakamura again.

In fact I'm petitioning that Jim Tracy move Chin-Feng to 2nd once Porn 'Stache Kent inevitably lands on the 60-Day DL, just so we can have a Pan-Asian Infield of Choi, Chen, and Nakamura.

Oh and once that happens, can we please put the names on the back of the jerseys again. How will us loyal fans tell all those asians apart???? We all look the same, for crying out loud.

(I had a difficult enough time telling those hapas apart on the UCSB track when they sprinted down the polevault lane. Yikes!)


andycat stayed in the red at 2:44 AM


Tuesday, July 05, 2005

I am an ardent fan of clever wordplay.

So when I hear Juice spit out lines off the top, talkin bout

I don't care where he from, from here to Connecticut
He get shredded with etiquette, subject and a predicate
.

I nearly fall to the floor.

And I was in my car.

Dudes need to step up their 7th grade grammar references when entering the cipher.


andycat stayed in the red at 8:28 AM


Sunday, July 03, 2005

I wonder how close we are to witnessing a white girl rap act.

I wonder if the new ditch digger is the guy wearing headphones and holding the big arrow-shaped sign on the corner advertising new homes.

I wonder if i'm just a frament of your imagination.

I wonder if when the low-carb revolution will stop being televised.

I wonder about Gil-Scot Heron.

I wonder about brand new trucks and butter soft seats.

I wonder out loud sometimes.

But then tell myself..."Shhh....the (dodger) bats are sleeping."

I wonder if Adam Dunn is really on the radar.

I wonder if I'll ever go on a safari.

I wonder about hippos.

I wonder abut the Latinization of California.

I wonder about seduction and abandonment.


andycat stayed in the red at 9:11 AM