The Wing Luke Museum’s Chinese Heritage Tour of the American West takes place this week – and I’ll be helping the Seattle institution devoted to the Asian Pacific American experience file blog dispatches from the road.
Please visit the museum’s travel blog. Among the places tour participants and I will visit in Washington state, Oregon, Idaho and Nevada will be the mines where Chinese immigrants once searched for gold.
It will, I think, be good stuff all around. And yes, please pass on the word about the journey and travel blog.
My thanks to Gil Asakawa for posting this on his blog, Nikkei View. He also gives his thoughts about Akebono, sumo wrestling and the clip.
Yes, I remember Akebono, the sumo champ who was born in Hawaii. He made it, um, big in Japan.
I admit that I owned albums (as a kid)Â by Journey. But I’ve never watched “Glee.”
Oh, yes. This video, in a way, reminds me of the fun exhibited in this trailer, which is part of the Chinatown Film Project in New York City. And Asakawa spotted the Akebono clip on Angry Asian Man.
UPDATE: The original video that I saw on Nikkei View has been removed by the YouTube user. I’ve posted the same video from another YouTube user. AsianCorrespondent.com gives context on the issue of Akebono, the former sumo champ who sings, if you’re interested.
I’ll admit that finding balance, in terms of thought, can be difficult when weighing the fact that a drought is hurting millions of people in China’s southwest provinces.
And that it hailed and rained Friday morning in the Seattle area. When it did, my wife remarked that it sure would be nice to share some of our rain with that part of China.
It’s especially hard to find balance in thought when, well, you see an appealing advertisement for chocolate-dipped fortune cookies.
But I’ll admit: In this case, the advertising at Uwajimaya, the large Asian supermarket in Seattle, worked.
We all know that change happens – sometimes for the better and sometimes when there’s no opinion at all.
But it’s always good, I think, to pause to remember a place and its role in a community.
This time, the news involves China Gate, a restaurant in Seattle’s International District that stayed open late at night and dished up old-style and tasty dim sum.
In 1996, after I had visited China twice and pedaled my mountain bike 1,200 miles on a solo trek through the country, I wanted to know – firsthand – what life as a Chinese peasant was truly like.
So, I went to the Taishan area of Guangdong province – the same region my grandparents and relatives on my mom’s side left in the 1910s and 1930s – and scouted out a village to lend a hand.
I didn’t go directly to my mom’s village, which only had dozens of people at the time and didn’t have much money, because I knew people there might ask for financial help to make their lives better.
Jung, a retired professor, wrote and published the book, which looks at the families that ran these establishments, the themes that emerged from them and why the independent restaurants surfaced in the United States.
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