Archive for April, 2006


Untitled – April 26, 2006

April 26, 2006

Today’s post marks my one-year anniversary of my blog, “because i’m asian.” Happy anniversary to me. In the past year, I have written about many topics. Most of them being personal ranting about the banality in my life. Or frustrations about my lack of relationships.

On September 20, 2005, I asked Tully’s girl out on a post it note. On July 26, 2005, I write about me forgetting my wallet. On January 11, 2006, I address the rain streak in Seattle. On August 20, 2005, I write about my best friend’s wedding. On April 6, 2006, I realize that I feel guilty about being adopted. On March 12, 2006, I ask out a married woman on a date.

Most of my blog entries are dreadfully boring. Take the entry from July 28, 2005, I write “It was a beautiful Seattle night. The temperature was around 75 degrees and there was not a cloud in sight. Seattle went on to lose the game that night but I could not help but thinking about my lucky good fortune.” That could make the best of us fall asleep.

I hope that over the past year, you have learned something about me. Hopefully you have learned about my insecurities and my passions. I hope you have learned about the irony in life, the happiness, and the complete commonness of our existence. And during this process, I hope you have learned something about yourself. In my first entry, I ask, “Who in God’s name barbeques a yam?” During this year of blogging, I have learned that maybe I should try it before I dismiss it. Yes, this is a simple lesson. But at the end of day, it took me a year to learn that lesson.


Untitled – April 17, 2006

April 17, 2006

I had my birthday extravaganza over the weekend. It was great. Good food, good friends and good drinks – what more does one need in life. Here are a couple of photos from the evening.

Photo of Paul and I on April 15, 2006 at Paul and Kellis. Photo courtesy of Kelli Larsen.

Photo of Paul and I on April 15, 2006 at Paul and Kelli's. Photo courtesy of Kelli Larsen.

Photo of Kelli and I on April 15, 2006 at Paul and Kellis. Photo courtesy of Kelli Larsen.

Photo of Kelli and I on April 15, 2006 at Paul and Kelli's. Photo courtesy of Kelli Larsen.


Untitled – April 11, 2006

April 11, 2006

Well I am back from Boulder Colorado. It was an interesting trip for sure. The attractive girl I sat next to on the plane was quite interesting. I saw her reading Malcolm Gladwell’s book the Tipping Point. And I asked her if she had read any of his other books. That led to an hour-long conversation. It turns out that she lives in Seattle and grew up in Spokane. She went to the UW as an undergraduate and now works for a large pharmaceutical company. I asked her is she was a sales person or a scientist and she said scientist – in all honesty, the fact that she is a scientist turned me on a little bit.

I left the plane and headed toward baggage claim. I saw a fellow board member from Notre Dame. We picked up our bags, bought a shuttle ticket and went to get lunch. As we were walking past a crowded bar, I saw the attractive girl again. She waved at me and I waved back. Our encounter reminded me of the movie Red Eye where Rachel McAdams keeps on running into Cillian Murphy either on the plane or the airport. I never did get her name.

Boulder is a strange place. The brown, tumbleweed filled landscape reminded me of Eastern Washington but with less basalt. But the Rockies were breathtaking – well maybe that was me out of breath – Boulder is 200 feet higher than Denver. The city is filled with a progressive affluent white majority. I can honestly say I did not see one black person there. I must say that I was a little depressed when I got there. It was my birthday and I was spending it with the company of near strangers.

The campus is beautiful. The temperature shifts were dramatic. On Friday, I woke up to snow and by dinner, it was 70 degrees. One final observation from the trip was that they don’t sell alcohol in grocery stores. The have privately owned alcohol stores. We ended up at Liquor Mart where my fellow board members bought a fifty-dollar bottle of scotch for the meeting. Justin from Notre Dame recommended grenadine and Schweppes for the five Mormons on our board. With our new refreshments, the meeting went extremely well. Only my hotel mate Serge was visibly intoxicated at the end.

But the conference was a success and the board meeting was good. Flying back in to Seattle was stressful again. In addition to my flight leaving late, the bag belt at the airport broke and it took forever to get my bag back. I texted updates to Katie who had volunteered to pick me up. It was nice to see the Seattle skyline. I knew at that point, I was home.


Untitled – April 6, 2006

April 6, 2006

I had lunch with a friend yesterday and she asked me which airlines I was using to fly to Denver. I said Alaska. She wrinkled her nose, made a face and asked me why I was flying with them, with all of their recent problems. I responded by saying they make many flights everyday and I have faith everything will be okay. You already know where this is going don’t you.

I sat in the terminal soaking up the beautiful Seattle sunshine. I could see the Olympics in the distance. I was having a great birthday. The Starbucks line was longer than security. And everything seemed to move smoothly. I even had a few minutes to browse some magazines. I boarded the plane and I was seated next to a fairly attractive girl. Everyone was seated. And the minutes passed. The pilot soon got on the intercom and said the ground crew needed to replace a headlight and we would be leaving in a few minutes. Fifteen minutes pass. The pilot comes on the intercom again and says that the ground crew found dents in the cargo door and that they needed to have the engineering crew measure the distance of the dents to see if they can fly the plane. He said this process would take 45-60 minutes. They gave us the option to stay on board or leave the plane. The girl next to me left and I decided to stay here and report on the goings on

As I mentioned before, today is my birthday. I always think about my birthmother on my birthday. Wondering if she is still around and whether she thinks about me on my birthday. I was over at Paul, Kelli’s the other night, and I had a few too many drinks. One glass of wine lead to another and before I knew it, I was tipsy. We started to talk about career choices and the factors we evaluate before having a family. I have often struggled with what I want to do with the rest of my life. I think about how privileged I am because I came to America. Through all the wine of that evening, I had a moment of clarity. I said that I have guilt to work in a profession that betters society because my birthmother left me at the doctor’s office in Korea because she wanted me to have a better life. I said that my educational path at the Evans School and my desired career in non-profit management is my silent tribute to her. I thought about that statement again when I was sober and I still feel that way. I always had guilt about how good my life is because I am an American. I knew that I would never have braces in the fifth grade or back surgery in high school if I were still in Korea with my birthmother. Well I will raise a glass in honor of her tonight – it is the least I can do.