Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!

And yeah, let's just pretend that the sketch ends once Lucy shows up...

Thursday, November 19, 2009

A Typical Day

So this one time, I got a paper cut. It was really scary. I did this:

I ran into the kitchen to wash my finger and my roommate was watching movies. I like movies. I talked about one of my favorite ones:

Then, I caught someone eating my triscuits:


Thursday, November 12, 2009

Recent Happenings

So, I'm sitting in the library. I'm in the middle of writing a monstrous research paper and I need a break.

Yesterday, I got to meet with a former member of the General Relief Society Presidency, Sister Chieko Okazaki. She was the first non-caucasian to be called to the hierarchy of the church and has also written several notable LDS books. I'm in a show here at BYU called A Thousand Cranes (which I am now realizing I never wrote about here. Look forward to a post once tickets go on sale). Sister Okazaki heard about our show and was so interested that she made a trip here to meet the people involved. She met with us, the cast, first. The seven of us made a little presentation for her and told her about the show and such. We told her about why this piece was chosen, the educational outreach of the show towards children, and our concept and plan to honor Japanese citizens through awareness.

We then got to sit around a table and simply have her chat with us. She told us how her early life in the United States was a "living hell" even though she was never put into an internment camp. She told us how it was nearly impossible for her and her husband to find living accomodations (they eventually lived in a church member's basement, secretly) and how her husband was discriminated against in grad school. She had to watch her elementary school class dwindle in number since her student's parents "didn't want their children to be taught by a 'Jap'." She even said she had to fight for her children who were liberally harassed, starting in Kindergarten. All of this was so hard for me to hear. Yes, it does hit home with me, being a Japanese-American myself, but at the same time, I almost felt guilty. I am only a second-generation Japanese-American, yet I have lived a life that is almost completely devoid of any discrimination. I can't say that I know what the future holds, but I truly realized how blessed I have been throughout my entire life to live in such perfect conditions.

Also present at this meeting was a representative from the Topaz museum, whom we are partnered with. Our show will feature a lobby display with artwork and photography not only from Hiroshima, but also Topaz. The most exciting part of this display is the 123,000 (yes you read that number right) cranes that will be hung in conjunction with the artwork. The 123,000 cranes represent the 123,000 Japanese citizens who were sent to internment camps during World War II. And lucky for us, Topaz has kindly allowed us to borrow them and display them for the public for the very first time.

All of this is overwhelming to me. I can't help but feel that this project is so very inspired. Having family that fought and were victims to World War II on both sides, I have always been very passionate about World War II. I am so very grateful to be a part of this project; I'm not only excited to be involoved in an art form that I love so much, but also to tell a story with subject matter that I am very passionate about.

That'll wrap it up...back to my paper.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Thank You

So I wrote this back in October. I decided I would wait until Thanksgiving to post it but then I thought about it, and realized that if I did wait until Thanksgiving, it would lose some of its meaning. Don't get me wrong, Thanksgiving is one of my very favorite holidays and I love taking time to be extra grateful then, but I shouldn't have to wait for a holiday to thank people. People are always worthy of praise and thanks, no matter the time of year.

Thanks to:

  • Heavenly Father
  • Anyone who ever passes me on campus, driving, at Alpine, or in the library, and either smiles, waves, or says hello.
  • The guy that rides his bike up and down Bulldog Boulevard everyday. You make me smile
  • Children on YouTube. You're hilarious.
  • Idiots on YouTube. You're hilarious.
  • People that walk and listen to music and dance to it as if nobody is watching.
  • Brigham Young University
  • Davis High School
  • Farmington Junior High School
  • Knowlton Elementary
  • The city of Kaysville, Utah. Even though I'm from Farmington by technicality, Kaysville will always be my home town.
  • The kids that wait outside Brother Bott's mission prep class a half hour early in order to get the best seats. I wish I were like you.
  • The two guys who, without fail, sit on the front row in Brother Bott's class every class period and then give up their seats to any girls that are sitting on the floor.
  • Anyone that uses the phrase "on my mission" sparingly, not liberally.
  • Music.
  • Old friends that come and sit by me when I'm studying in the library.
  • The drivers that give me, the pedestrain, the right of way.
  • The girl that pushed a man in a wheel chair across the sloped street by the Tanner Building. I was watching you.
  • To the Young Ambassadors that walk behind me on my way home and practice their duet. It gives me chills.
  • Advanced Theater 2008-2009.
  • People that text me for no reason at all. It helps with the loneliness.
  • Art.
  • Anyone that comments on my blog, comments on anything Facebook related, or follows me on Twitter. I appreciate it.
  • All the virtual friends that I've accumulated since the beginning of 2008, especially those who've come to me with questions about "that light about him."
  • Friends that go out to eat with me when I'm craving something. Even if they just watch me eat.
  • The man that runs India Palace on Center Street. You are the nicest restaurant owner I know, not to mention the food is spectacular.
  • BYU 14th Ward
  • Farmington 8th Ward
  • Whoever, to this day, continues to swim in the pool every morning. You're somewhat of an alarm clock and I marvel at your desire to swim in 30 degree weather.
  • Whoever throws apples into the pool. I laugh every time.
  • The group of people that rode through the courtyard on bicycles and blowing whistles at 11:00 PM every night for two weeks.
  • Everyone. My most valued posessions are my relationships with others, even if I don't know who you are. "To exist is to radiate; to exist is to be the recipient of radiation" -David O. McKay.