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The last time the Olympics were in London in 1948 was also the first time an Asian American won a gold medal in the Games. That distinction belongs to 91 year-old Dr. Samuel “Sammy” Lee, who was born in Fresno, CA and is of Korean descent.
Dr. Samuel “Sammy” Lee, 91, was the first Asian-American to win an Olympic gold Continue reading Meet The First Asian American Gold Medalist, 91 Year-Old Sammy Lee
Filed under: 2012 London Olympics, 2012 Olympics, Amazians, Asian American Athletes, Asian American Doctors, Asian American Gold Medalists, Asian American Olympians, Californiasians, firsts, Greg Louganis, Greg Louganis Coach, Heroes, Inspirasians, K-Town, Korean War Veterans, Korean-Americans, London Olympic Games 1948, OGs, Olympic Divers, Olympic Gold Medalists, Pioneers, Sammy Lee, Samuel "Sammy" Lee, Segregation, The Korean War, the Olympics, Trailblazers
If there’s one thing we Californiasians should be bummed about, it’s that Prop 19–the initiative to legalize and regulate marijuana in our state–didn’t pass.
Which means, among many things, that we will not be able to start serving cannabis cookies at family functions in order to force our Hardass Asian aunts into being slightly less awkward, perhaps… almost… warm.
And that California, for all of its Wild West-ness and reputation for progressive mantras, has proven in just two election cycles–by attempting to snuff out gay marriage and recoiling from legal pot–that the state is really just an uptight asshole. It wears a tweed dress jacket from Talbots. It should really smoke some weed.
More importantly, the inability to pass Prop 19 means that we will sadly not be seeing more of Lynn Chen as a stoner:
Filed under: 2010 U.S. Midterm Elections, Always bet on Jen, California, Californiasians, Election results, Joseph Cao, Joseph Cao loses House seat, Legalizing Marijuana, Lynn Chen, Midterm Elections, Rep Joseph Cao Now Just Joseph Cao Again, Uptight Assholes
Name: Phil Yu, aka Angry Asian Man
Hails from: NoCal
Occupation: Blogger, Community Leader, Full-Time Mensch
Why He’s a Babe: Our friend Phil is on the cover of this month’s KoreAm Journal lookin’ hella hawt. His scruffy good looks aside, however, it’s what Phil reveals in the the accompanying Q & A–conducted by our other pal, Jeff Yang, in what is probably Phil’s most candid interview to date–that explains why everyone crushes on Angry Asian Man. Dude’s a total rock star–we’ve spoken at packed conferences where people line up just to get a whiff of his Angry Asian Man Essence–yet he couldn’t be more humble, self-effacing, and dedicated to his readers, his community, and the things he writes about.
But the KoreAm interview also reveals some bad news for all of us AAM groupies: Continue reading BABEWATCH: Phil Yu, aka Angry Asian Man
The 35-year-old mayor of California city San Gabriel was arrested in the wee hours of this morning after an incident in which he allegedly scuffled with a 33-year-old woman (relationship unknown), grabbed her purse of belongings, and attempted to drive off with her still clinging to his S.U.V.
Here, I’ll stop paraphrasing and give you all of the juicy alleged details. From LAT:
Police said they received a call about 1:15 a.m. Friday about a heated argument between Huang and a woman. Investigators determined Huang was arguing over money with the woman outside a restaurant in the 300 block of West Valley Boulevard.
Huang allegedly took the woman’s purse, which contained her car keys, cash and personal belongings and got into her car, Duran said.
The woman attempted to prevent him from leaving by reaching through the vehicle’s window. Huang then allegedly pushed the woman, got out of her car and entered his own, a Nissan SUV.
The woman then reached through the passenger window of Huang’s SUV and stood on its running boards, Duran said.
“It’s a 25 mph speed limit zone, and he’s doing 45 with the female hanging on the car,” Duran said.
Huang drove more than a quarter mile with the woman on his car, Duran said.
The woman was apparently unhurt by the incident. But mouths are still agape–each detail of the story more jaw-dropping than the previous.
And I know what you’re thinking: HE DRIVES AN S.U.V.? THAT IS SO NOT “ECO!”
Filed under: Albert Y.M. Huang, California, Californiasians, Elected Officials, Mayor of San Gabriel, Mayor Snatches Purse And Drives Off, Mayors, S.U.V.s, San Gabriel, Scuffles, Woman Clinging to S.U.V.
Name: Mike Shinoda
Hails from: LA-ish
Known for: Staying busy. Shinoda is beloved by some for his decade of rockstardom with rock-hop (hip-rock?) band Linkin Park and side project Fort Minor. Others hail him for his music producing achievements, which include tracks and albums with the likes of Busta Rhymes and X-Ecutioners, and a slate of remixes from Depeche Mode to Metric.
Still others gasp at Shinoda’s art (he’s an Illustration grad of Pasadena’s Art Center, and created a scholarship there five years ago), which is integral to LP’s visual identity. Continue reading AMAZIAN OF THE WEEK! Mike Shinoda
Filed under: Art Center, Artists, Asian American Artists, Awesome Dudes, Busta Rhymes, Californiasians, Depeche Mode, East West Players, East West Players 44th Anniversary, Eric Nakamura, Fort Minor, Giant Robot, Illustrasian, JANM, Japanese American National Museum, Japanese-Americans, Linkin Park, Metric, Mike Shinoda, Musicians, Record Producers, Scholarships, Solo Exhibits, Visionaries, X-Ecutioners
There really isn’t anything we don’t love about the figure skater, who placed fourth at the Winter Games. We love that she’s from our neck of the woods (SGV, Holla!). We love her face, her crazy-high cheekbones and the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles, which she does a lot. We love how devoted Mirai is to her mama, who’s been battling thyroid cancer. (Of her mother’s prognosis, she’s said, “They say there’s an 80 percent chance of her being cured. But that 20 percent is still something to think about. It’s like getting a B on a test. It’s good but not the best.” We love that, too, OBVS.) And we love that she’s accomplished so much at such a tender age.
Waitaminute. No we don’t.
Because going to your first Olympics, and–despite the naysayers (ahem, Sasha “Bitter Much” Cohen) and the nonstop Queen Yu-Na hype–performing quite beautifully while presenting yourself as the future of figure skating at SIXTEEN when you should be, like, getting wasted on Captain Morgan’s Rum outside a suburban 7-11 or having your thumbs fall off because you’re texting your stupid friends all day long…well, that just makes the rest of us who are much older, much less Olympic, and much more dependent on alcohol look really really baaaaaaaaad.
So maybe there’s one thing we don’t love about Mirai Nagasu. If she were just a little less perfect, she’d be um what’s the word oh right…perfect.
Would you consider working on that in your 17th year, Mirai?
In the meantime, happy birthday, you adorable little showoff!
Filed under: 2010 Olympics, Adorableness On Skates, Arcadia CA, Birthdays, Californiasians, Figure Skaters, Gifted Teens, Ice Skating, Mirai Nagasu, Olympians, Overachievers, People Who Make Us Look Bad, San Gabriel Valley, Teenage Olympians, Teens, the Olympics, Vancouver Winter Olympics, Winter Olympics
When we have babies, we’re going to play them Goh Nakamura‘s music when they’re fussy. Because the Bay Area singer-songwriter’s voice is magic, a hazy brew of soothing, yearning, and melancholy. His songs are about love and life’s little moments, or, as he puts it, “parking tickets, impossible crushes and faraway dreamlands.” And he performs gorgeous duets with ROA cutie Jane Lui. You’ve gotta respect his clever lyrics, too, because how many songwriters are there, really, who can rhyme with “Fibonacci sequence,” as Goh does in the theme song he wrote for White on Rice?
Goh and friends are coming to a city near you this month and next. Click here for dates.
Hails from: The Central Valley, CA
Occupation: Organic peach farmer and author
Known for: In the culinary world, Masumoto peaches are synonymous with the best. The heirloom variety Masumoto Elberta peach, in particular, is prized by chefs, but it’s so delicate, it can’t travel to market. Devotees of the Masumoto Elberta must, instead, adopt a tree for a year and harvest it themselves, usually in late July to early August.
But the history behind these peaches–and the nectarines and grapes the Masumoto Family Farm produces just south of Fresno–is as extraordinary as the fruit itself. The Masumotos first arrived in California in 1898 and have been farming the Central Valley for over a hundred years. Patriarch David “Mas” Masumoto is not only a 3rd-generation farmer but the author of eight books that weave together stories of food, farming, family, and Japanese-Americans (the Masumotos were interned during WWII). Masumoto’s latest, Wisdom of the Last Farmer: Harvesting Legacies from the Land, debuts this month.
Do you dare eat a peach? If it’s a Masumoto, the answer’s yes. Tom Colicchio’s Craft restaurant in Los Angeles is currently offering an all-Masumoto Elberta tasting menu–it’ll set you back $100–through early September.
Historian Him Mark Lai passed away at the end of May at the age of 83. Educated as an engineer, Lai taught the first course in Chinese-American history in 1969 and was known as “the dean of Chinese-American studies.” Bi-literate in English and Chinese, he wrote over 100 essays and 10 books, including A History of the Chinese in California, a Syllabus and the sometimes heartbreaking Island: Poetry and History of Chinese Immigrants on Angel Island, 1910-1940, a translation of poetry written by Chinese immigrants found scratched on the walls of the detention barracks there.
Being Asian-American is a funny thing. A lot of people talk about its “in-between-ness.” Then there are those who don’t seem to get that where we’re really “from from” is right here in America. Lai’s work, which included saving documents, newspapers, and letters from trash heaps and dumpsters and archiving them, was devoted to showing just that–how we got here, stayed here, and made “here” our home.
Occupation: Football player
Known for: Trojans football, yo. Winning the 2008 Chuck Bednarik award for being the best college defensive player in the country (middle linebacker, to be exact), as well as being named an All-American. Often getting compared to our boyfriend and fellow USC alum and Samoan, Troy Polamalu. Emerging as one of the top prospects in the upcoming NFL draft during Senior Bowl workouts last week because of his speed and “agility in space,” scout-speak for phenomenal quarterback-face stuffing capabilities.
Rumor has it that Rey might go to the Detroit Lions, who finished 0-16 in 2008–a dubious first–and have the first draft pick. In which case, Rey will have his work cut out for him, and no time to embarrass himself by bumping and grinding with sideline reporters…not exactly a “win-win,” but a good thing all and all.
At some point during this recent long holiday weekend, in-between turkey helpings and wine guzzling and coming to the sobering realization that Thanksgiving dinner gives you epically grotesque, gladiator-strength gas, you may have logged onto the interwebz and discovered that Michael Phelps has a new girlfriend, whom he took home this past weekend to meet the fam. Her name is Caroline “Caz” Pal, she hails from Long Beach, and she’s a Vegas cocktail waitress at the Moon nightclub at the Palms. People in the blogosphere have been bitchily calling her Phelps’s “slutty girlfriend”, a “stripper” and a “skank,” and we’re probably expected to pile on like Caz’s girlfriends did to her in this picture taken from a certain “Beverly Hills Pimps and Ho’s” party…
But we’re here to make the case for Caz. Because dating an Olympian has got to do a number on a person’s self-esteem, especially dating one like Phelps, who has more gold medals than Zeus and is, like, the greatest everrrrrrr. Besides, the poor thing had to meet his smother, er, mother Debbie, this weekend, and that must have been harrowing, because you know Mama Phelps is super-protective of her ever-so-talented cub.
And, look, Caz has talents too (get your mind out of the gutter)! If you flip through her modeling portfolio, which was posted on TMZ and Just Jared, you see a woman of diverse interests, an appreciator of the finer things, a polymath after our own hearts. She’s not just a cocktail waitress. She’s…
…a Deaf Signer!
…and an Art Lover!
…a woman with an Inimitably Quirky Sense of Style!
…not to mention, Ambidextrous!
[For those of you wondering what Caz's ethnicity is--we can't say for sure. But based on her surname and Diana's "Jungle Asian Eagle Eye," we'd venture to guess Cambodian.]
Can I call you Alex? I feel like I can, since you’re Chinese-American and I am, too, and we have the same last name, which means we’re practically related. First things first–congratulasians on winning the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund award! You rule! Your clothes–a clever mix of grunge street urchin and 80′s lady—are the bomb! Anna Wintour has found room in her icy, unsmiling, chinchilla-clad heart to love you! In other words, you have arrived.
And now that you’ve arrived, you really don’t need advice from anyone, except your CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund mentor who comes with the prize. But allow me to make one small, albeit bold, suggestion–as bold as those raggedy denim cut-offs you designed for fall and had the balls to charge $285.00 for when they look like that item of clothing one feels is too trashed to even donate to the homeless–please start saying our last name right. “Waaaang” is waaaaack. “Wong” is right. There is, I’m afraid, no middle ground. Think of this as your Demi Moore moment. Remember back in the late 80′s, circa Ghost, when Demi Moore went from being known as “Dem-ee” to “Duh-mee,” seemingly overnight? Of course you don’t, because you were just a wee lad back then. But, look. It happened. And everyone got with the program. And instead of people being, like, WTF is up with that, they threw money at this born-again creature “Duh-mee” and she became the highest-paid female movie star in the land (until she did The Scarlet Letter, Striptease, and G.I. Jane in that order and all but killed her career, but that’s another story).
You’ve made it, sweetie. Which means that people have to start saying your name right. You could even pull a Prince and start going by a symbol, and people would have to respect that (please don’t). And you don’t want to mistaken for, like, Vera Waaaang’s relasian, do you? She’s so yesterday’s news. And you, my friend, are the future.
love you Wang time,