Saturday, August 13, 2016

some thoughts

  • A large part of what interests me about poetry is encountering new ways of thinking about things (in general, new ways of thinking about things is something that I love). More specifically, I realized today that an easy way of generating that kind of poetry is through breaking collocation norms.  In linguistics, a collocation is when two words are found together often, and substituting a synonym for one of the words just doesn't work.  Or as the dictionary defines it, "the habitual juxtaposition of a particular word with another word or words with a frequency greater than chance."  For instance, Wikipedia has the example of the collocation of "strong" and "tea" in "strong tea" instead of "powerful tea," which is a phrase that people don't use.
    • So, going along with that, I can see breaking collocation norms, changing up phrasemes, as a really productive way of forming poetry.  This is just a fancy way of saying that no one wants clichés.  But think about how much more interesting something can be by just substituting (loose) synonyms.  Like, looking through this list of collocations, what would it mean to say, "confess defeat" instead of "admit defeat"?
    • similarly, I can see some good poems coming out of exploring/breaking/substituting language metaphors.  Like how in English (in many... most... all? languages), up = happy, down = sad. More specifically to English, illness = war (battle illness, immune defenses), whereas in Nepal, illness = eating (disease eats you).  Also in English at least, time = money (spend time, waste time), anger = heat (hothead, keep your cool), etc.
  • I've been reading a lot of criticisms of capitalism in the articles and it brought to mind how Jesus' views and teachings were developing a pre-communist society. How I think I heard that Marx developed communism from reading about the early church in the NT [source?].
    • I haven't really thought about critiquing capitalism until recently. But I can see how that structure of "the more productive you are, the more useful you are." is a really damaging idea.  It locks out those who can't work because of disease, disability, etc. It implicitly encourages euthanasia. It fails to see the humanity and the value of people just as people. And perhaps reflecting on those critiques can help alleviate my current existential crisis of not having a job, aimless yet again, failing to get off the waitlist of med schools, seemingly falling behind all my peers in career/romantic relationships/life/etc. Seeing how much we elevate productivity in our society and knocking that idol down a few notches could be good for my (and others') health.


Saturday, August 6, 2016

Pedro, the guy I have a huge crush on, kissed me last night.

I move to Seattle tomorrow morning.

C'est la vie.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Say We Will Do Better.



Say We Will Do Better.

(Fourth of July:  we’ll spend $800 million on fireworks this year.
Because what could be more patriotic than blowing things up?
What better way to celebrate our independence than explosions masked with pretty lights?
What could be more American than shooting missiles into blackness?)

My father tells me that he’s put up
the flags already for the weekend
and then asks,
If someone asked you
whether your allegiance was to
China or the US,
what would you say?

当然美国啊!
(America, of course!)
我是出生在这里.
(I was born here.)
I respond.

Good. he says.
Always say America.
Don't end up in an internment camp
like the Japanese during
World War II.

But I think about
the Temple University professor,
Xi Xiaoxing,
who last year was falsely accused of
stealing US secrets for China.
Twelve FBI agents arrested him at home,
but they didn’t consult any experts
about his actual work
before doing so.

Or Sherry Chen,
the hydrologist with the National Weather Service,
who two years ago was falsely accused of spying for China
and was arrested by six FBI agents.
She accumulated tens of thousands of dollars in legal fee debt.

Both had all charges dropped.
Both were naturalized American citizens.
Both had received awards for their work.
Neither got compensated for our government’s mistakes.
And yet you know who invented modern fireworks?
Chinese people.

Always say America.

Say the Pledge of Allegiance.
Say it in English only.
Say the Bill of Rights.
Say your Miranda rights.

Say veterans.
Say 14% of veterans have PTSD.
Say let’s set off fireworks anyway.
Say 15% of veterans are Black or Hispanic.
Say homeless veterans.
Say 40% of homeless veterans are Black or Hispanic.

Say Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Say Go Richland Bombers!
Say Nuke 'em.
Say 3,500 gallons of nuclear waste leak at the Hanford site.

Say NRA.
Say mass shooting.
Say second amendment rights.
Say Sandy Hook, Emanuel church, Pulse nightclub.
Say my thoughts and prayers are with you.

Say privatized prisons.
Say mass incarceration.
Say 4.4% of the world’s population.
Say 22% of the world’s prisoners.
Say God bless America.
Say land of the free.

Say LGBTQ youth.
Say 5% of youth are LGBTQ.
Say homeless LGBTQ youth.
Say 40% of homeless youth are LGBTQ.
Say LGBTQ people experience the highest number of hate crimes.
Say at least they can marry each other now.

Say militarized police.
Say Eric Garner,
Tamir Rice,
Rekia Boyd…
Say no indictment. No indictment. No indictment…
Say All Lives Matter.

Say Flint, Michigan.
Say Trail of Tears.
Say no refugees.
Say Holocaust.
Say no refugees.
Say mass deportation.
Say drone strikes.
Say 90% of drone strikes were not the intended targets.
Say All Lives Matter.

Say cultural appropriation.
Say racial profiling.
Say Blackface. Brownface. Redface. Yellowface.
Say skin bleaching.
Say white supremacy.
Say racism is over.

Say English Only.
Say ching chong.
Say no problemo.
Say Chinese Exclusion Act.
Say Mexicans are rapists.
Say immigrants are worthless.
Say Muslims are terrorists.
Say Make America Great Again.

Make America great again.
make america great again.

Always say America.

Always.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Megan tells me about her desire to see gay Christians mobilized to do Bible translation. She tells me that W should want me. That they should be sad that they don't have me. That PBT, the organization she's part of, should be sad that they don't have me. That I have all the right skills and that I'm the perfect person who should be a part of PBT.

For the most part, I think I'd much rather be a family physician. But I'd also really love having my job be just going to a place and practicing/learning the language of wider communication and then settling in to learn the minority language and do community development and other stuff with it. And I feel a tinge of envy that some of my friends will be able to do that and just devote their lives to it. Maybe someday. Maybe even both jobs.

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One of my friends (~acquaintance) was at graduation and told me that she laughed out loud when they announced my name. Whereas the other graduates had descriptions like "So and so is going on to serve in Papua New Guinea as a translation consultant," I just had "David Wang, in absentia, is continuing his studies." That was because when the Dean of Academic Affairs asked what we were doing after graduation in an e-mail, I could only stomach ticking off the box "School." I didn't even respond to any of the e-mails asking if I was going to be present at graduation, which was last Friday.

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Last night was my last night in Dallas. After a small going-away party that my grad school friends held for me, I drove across the street to GIAL, started walking around by myself at 10 PM and eventually began saying, "I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you." to so many doors, rooms, and buildings. I let the scenes of memory fade in and out, reflecting on the excitement I had to continue learning linguistics when I got here, how nervous I was that I would be an awful student, how happy I was during my first semester, and how invalidated I felt as a human being as second year went on. How maybe someday, I'll be okay enough to join a Bible translation organization.  But then again, I don't even know if I'll ever be okay enough to consistently go to a church anymore and not feel like I'm dragging myself to go each week.

I said "I forgive you" so many dozens of times as if saying it more would make it true. I forgive the people who (to me) didn't do enough. I forgive the people who left to do other things. I forgive the people who ruined my experience at the school. I forgive the people who were just ruled by a corrupt system that sees LGBTQ people as automatically lesser and "worse Christians." I forgive the people who just wanted me gone from campus already.

There's a hallway in one of the buildings where various important linguists or GIAL people have their headshots framed with a little description underneath them. One of the frames is a mirror, with a description that says something like, "This great future linguist graduated from a small but quality school focused on helping minority people groups." I've always thought it was rather cute.

I stood in front of that mirror and told myself, "I forgive you. I forgive you."

I forgive myself for coming here. I forgive myself for not doing more. I forgive myself for doing so much. I forgive myself for running away. I forgive myself for despairing. I forgive myself for wishing for non-existence.

I forgive myself.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Back to Blogging(?), Randomness, and Liberation Theology

I haven’t blogged in a while. And I still have what Ann told me at her wedding echoing in my mind—something to the effect of, “You should blog more!—which I felt honored by the fact that she wanted to listen to my thoughts more. Karen also told me that I should get back into blogging, and I thoroughly enjoy reading her blog, Ann’s blog, and so many others’ blogs.

I’m not entirely sure why I had such a precipitous drop in blogging. I think part of it is because blogging was a primary source to pour out my angsty feelings, and I don’t keep so many of those angsty feelings to myself right now. I suppose that’s a positive thing, as it signifies that I have people I can chat with about whatever I need.

Not that I couldn’t have done that in college. (A little bit of a sidetrack here as I explain a bit about my personality.) I’m pretty much an open book and have a sort of internal policy that if someone asks me a question about myself, I will pretty much tell them the truth, no matter how personal the question is (although I find myself kind of throwing this principle out the window when I’m in interviews… I’d like to say that my nervousness gets the better of me, but part of it is that I just want to look good too, and that sometimes results in a little embellishment of truth). Coupled with that is my priority for not giving people more info than they want and boring them with my personal info. I suppose the key is persistence and asking the right questions. If you’re just gonna ask me, “How are you?” I might not respond with much more than “Good” or “Alright” because I need to know that you really want to hear the long, drawn-out answer. Chances are I only hold back that drawn-out answer because I’m hesitant to believe that you actually want to hear about it. It also saves me the trouble of hashing through that answer only to be disappointed by your lack of interest, haha.

Anyway, even though I’ve used my blog primarily for the angst-relieving-ness (and I’ve stood by that because this is my blog and I feel like I should just write whatever I want to write), I also feel like I should also use it to update people and to process some more about my own life. I mean, heck, I was reading through some of my older posts/drafts, and that stuff can be CRYPTIC. I’m like, man, I wish I had given myself more clues to figure out what the heck I was all sad about here. But I didn’t, and now I don’t know what I was talking about or thinking about here. haha.

Moving on from that semi-explanation about why the lack of blogging, an update on my life. I’m currently writing this on a cruise from Ft. Lauderdale to the East Caribbean with my parents, grandma, and aunt and uncle. I work only occasionally, and spend most of my time playing games, watching TV, reading articles/books that interest me. Life’s pretty great, to say the least, haha. I graduated from GIAL in December, and am pretty much done with that school and its craziness. I’ve been pretty shaken-up by the ordeal and have developed a general mistrust of Christian culture, and conservatism to an extent as well.

Let me explain a little bit more about that. I figured out a couple weeks ago what some of my distaste in Christian stuff comes from when my church in Dallas invited a children’s choir from an orphanage in Uganda to perform. They were singing about how God was all powerful and so great and everything and the lyrics were in these flashy fonts and animation, and there were all these happy-clappy people in the audience singing along and I felt a little sick from seeing it all. I felt my head reel a bit. And a lot of general Christian sentiment (maybe they’re more Christian platitudes?) makes me feel much more uncomfortable than it did in the past.

It’s not like I don’t believe that God is all powerful and great and mighty and etc. I think the feeling comes from realizing that there are so many Christians who believe those same things, but think about other things in a completely different way than I do. And sometimes, I feel like, “Oh, how interesting that God works both in conservative and in liberal mindsets and that we’re all one big, beautiful, messy Body of Christ.” But usually I feel like those different ways of thinking can easily (and do easily) result in damaging practices. And the fact is that they don’t even notice—or really particularly care—that their way of thinking can be so damaging.

It’s made me hesitant to pray much, read my Bible much, and to a much greater degree, memorize Bible passages, because the administration at GIAL did all of those things and they still believed in their decision to discriminate against me and silence me. They prayed so much about their decisions, and chasing me away from campus without an apology was what they decided on. The faculty/staff who were upset that I was still even on campus probably didn’t have people challenging them or fighting on my behalf and what ended up happening is that fear won. Their fear of losing donors and losing other students besides me trumped their decision to act in a compassionate and considerate manner towards me.

The world suddenly became way more unpredictable to me. And although I can certainly see the good that going through my education at GIAL and persevering through those trials did for me, at the end of the day, it wasn’t at all what I thought was going to happen going into the school. I thought it was great that I was going to go to a Christian school so that I could better figure out my faith and sexuality—and while I think I did figure things out much more, I never imagined it would be partly from being oppressed for my sexuality.

Realizing the randomness that comes with humans/the universe was disturbing. There are no safeguards when it comes to humans. It doesn’t always matter that you prayed so much and “felt at peace” about the situation; you can still screw things up horribly. And I certainly don’t think you always “feel at peace” when you’re doing something that God wants you to do. Sometimes, you feel great turmoil. That doesn’t mean it isn’t the right decision. But even feeling turmoil can’t be some kind of reliable predictor of what to do. Sometimes, everything goes wrong even when you did all the “right Christian things.”

I don’t think that’s something that’s talked about much. I mean, that point about how you can still severely delude yourself about what’s right is usually glossed over by making everyone feel more at ease with reminders about God’s sovereignty and grace over all situations and it’s okay because everything will be fine in the end!!

This is where my slow and continuing crawl into liberation theology and racial minority theology would depart from the traditional mindset that I would go into.

I’ve been reading Rescuing Jesus: How People of Color, Women, & Queer Christians Are Reclaiming Evangelicalism by Deborah Jian Lee after I got a signed copy at the Gay Christian Network Conference this year in Houston (which, interestingly, happened on the third and four floors of the Hilton and the third floor of the George R. Brown Convention Center just a week or so after HCC hosted the Chinese Missions Conference in the same place [plus I think the 5th floor of the Hilton]), and it’s been a book that I’ve been wanting to read for months ever since I read the title, haha. And some of the things in the book, which is mostly a journalist’s description of various movements in Evangelicalism, have been shocking. 

For instance, the fact that Billy Graham “declined the 1963 invitation to King’s famous ‘I Have a Dream’ speech, responding, ‘only when Christ comes again will little white children of Alabama walk hand in hand with little black children’” (page 29). Although as Lee notes later, Graham did apologize for his actions and how they helped perpetuate racism. 
But that kind of focus about how everything will be alright in the end can seriously impede work that leads to justice. It certainly placates those who are too lazy (or too invested) to change the status quo, but it does nothing for the oppressed. And I heard a similar sentiment from one member of the administration. That people just weren’t ready for changes now, but the landscape would change radically in a decade and I should just be quiet and wait for that. Not really sure why that person didn’t just fight for the change that she herself thought was inevitable and (I think) positive. I guess it was just something she didn’t feel was important enough.

The point I wanted to note about white theology is found in this excerpt in the book: 

"What the schism [between how black and white evangelicals interpret the world] comes down to is a gap between how much weight each side gives to individual responsibility, on the one hand, and systemic oppression, on the other. Evangelicals focus on personal responsibility as a core element of their faith, Emerson and Smith note:  if you want to live a positive, moral life, you and you alone are responsible for maintaining a healthy personal relationship first with Christ, and then with others.

For white evangelicals, this position is absolute; any social problems are seen as rooted in negative relationships and poor choices. There is little room for any way of thinking that places the blame for social conditions outside the individual. We see this in the multitude of worship songs and sermons that focus on the individual’s personal faith narrative; collective sin is typically ignored.

On the other hand, black evangelicals value personal responsibility but also understand that unfair systems and history deeply impact social circumstances and the fate of those subject to these systems. This is evidenced in theology that emphasizes deliverance for the oppressed and a salvation that is collective—as opposed to individual—in nature. These themes have translated into the language of civil rights and cohesive community action, which has its origins in the black church.


The segregation of churches around these radically different perspectives has given rise to a white theology that, developed in isolation, routinely invalidates black beliefs. This, in turn, has helped feed white evangelical support of policies and institutions that carry out black oppression.”

I am trying to wrap my brain around that, around the idea that maybe the Gospel to me in my situation right now as a queer Asian person is a "theology that emphasizes deliverance for the oppressed." In a sense, I've already been delivered from GIAL through graduating, but in another sense, those wounds of spiritual/psychological abuse still linger in my head. I often feel like I am barely holding on to my faith, or at least, the communal, church aspect of it. I still go on Sundays and on Wednesdays every week that I can and I serve on the Hospitality Team once or twice a month, but in most of those settings, I sometimes feel like I'm barely able to participate.

I dunno, we'll see what happens.