Caught the tail end of what I gather is the second installment of Becoming American: The Chinese Experience on PBS. Once I had it on I felt obligated to keep watching despite Bill Moyers’s smarmy narration (and the way he gets to keep saying “Chinaman,” albeit with ironic inflection). When I tuned in there was a segment on Chinese American…

Instant gratification! Barely 20 minutes online and Stephanie has already given me a lovely mention. Actually, the fact that I’ll be moving away in the fall is one of the reasons I wanted to start this–I’m hoping it will keep me connected and alive through the long Chicago winters…warm bloggy hugs all around.

Up until now I haven’t told anyone of the existence of this blog, although it’s been up for days; I’ve been more comfortable maintaining the illusion that I’m talking to myself. But I’m about to reveal it–yipes. So: Hi Cassie, hi Del, hi Jennifer, hi Stephanie. Tell all your friends about me.

Cassie Lewis, poet and impresario, reports her first two sales of Postcard Poems books through the media juggernaut that is SHAMPOO. These books are beautifully written (by Cassie, Stephanie Young, Del Ray Cross, and Jennifer Dannenberg) and assembled with loving care by Cassie in her Fremont studio. Buy yours today! (Okay, I realize anyone who’s reading this probably already has…

The current contents of my car trunk: Tan Lin, Lotion Bullwhip Giraffe Karen Tei Yamashita, Tropic of Orange Sesshu Foster, City Terrace Field Manual and an aluminum Louisville Slugger baseball bat. I think it’s a new image for Asian American literature.

So what are capers, anyway? Are they seeds? Do they grow on trees? Are they little fish, like anchovies? Someone seems to have tied a bow in my hair.

Favorite sign at last Saturday’s protest march in SF: “Did it scare anyone else when Bush said Iraq was about the size of California?”

Geoff Nunberg, a Stanford linguist (also of the NY Times and NPR), gave a talk recently and made an offhand comment about blogging, which he said he’d always thought of not as “public” but as “in public”–as in “taking off your clothes in public.” At first this seemed right to me: a blog is not the “public” of the “public…