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The Huntington Beach City Council in Huntington Beach, CA votes tonight on a proposal to publish the mug shots of repeat DUI offenders on the city’s Facebook page.
HB–a 200k-person town with a high douchebag content–is a town I know very well from my years growing up in Orange County. With a downtown area packed with bumpin’ bars, the city apparently ranks number 1 of 56 similar-sized SoCal cities for the highest number of alcohol-related traffic fatalities–in 2009, 195 people were killed or injured and there were 1,687 DUI arrests.
Now, let me pause for a second and say that I write this post during a visit to my “second home” of a small town in Oregon, and just discovered that a well-known local idiot with priors hit and killed a 26-year-old woman who was walking her bike home from work last week in Portland. He was stupidly driving two friends home, shitty drunk and speeding. After spending much of today reading online reports about his charges and the fallout of her death–the bikers’ blog posts, the grieving statements from her family and friends, the public vigil–I am filled with a deep sense of sadness, anger and frustration. I hate the story. I hate that the former slaps on the wrists and multiple friend interventions never hampered his alcohol intake and poor choices. I hate that an innocent person is dead, gone forever from everyone who loves her, because some dude was having a rad, ragin’ night.
So I am in a particular state of mind while considering whether or not the Huntington Beach proposal is a good idea.
Is public shaming ever effective? According to AP reports, which cite multiple short-lived attempts to maintain similar Facebook-photo-shaming campaigns in other cities, the jury is still out. Opposition of this proposal is high–for a variety of reasons–even though it is legal for police to publish arrest photos. But I can’t help but wonder if the potential for web humiliation, however unsavory it may seem, could motivate friends and family members to press harder on someone who’s showing a habit of driving under the Continue reading Look Into The Eyes Of A DUI
Filed under: Alcohol, Alcohol-Related Traffic Fatalities, Bicycles, Drunk Driving, Drunks, DUI, Good Idea Bad Idea, Huntingon Beach City Council, Huntington Beach, Poor Choices, Public Humiliation, Public Shaming, Sadness, Stupidity, Vehicular Homicide
Flywheel Sports no longer wants Tiki Barber‘s cheating ass to be their spokesperson, and–ouch–they’re also suing him for $1 million. [New York Post]
File under UNFUNNY STUFF: Joran van der Sloot is being investigated in connection with the disappearance of Thai women that occurred while he was in Bangkok, working as a recruiter for the sex trade. [The Enquirer]
It’s difficult to believe even as we write the words: Our friend John Delloro died suddenly on Saturday from a heart attack. He was 38.
Like our cohort Phil, we met John this year when he invited us to speak to his freshman Asian American Studies students at UCLA (God bless him, he was the first professor ever to cite us on a final exam). We instantly knew that John was a special person, pure soul and our brother from another mother–and we can only imagine the loss felt right now by those that have known and loved him longer. We only wish we’d had the pleasure.
John is certainly overdue for the honor of Amazian of the Week. In addition to his work in academia, he was a community leader, and a longstanding activist for labor unions and immigrant rights: he ran the Dolores Huerta Labor Institute, co-founded the Pilipino Workers Center of Southern California, sat on boards for the Koreatown Immigrant Workers Alliance and PWC, and organized for the SEIU as well as a number of other union groups. Never without action, he defined the word “activist.” And hell, with all those jobs and achievements, he also defined “Amazian.” No Hardass Asian Parent would disagree with that.
Since he was a reader and supporter of this site, we think that John would have been happy to see himself honored as this week’s Amazian. He would have probably wanted us to write more jokes in the post, but right now we just can’t seem to muster any.
We hold his family and friends in our thoughts, and know that right now he’s smiling that warm smile somewhere up in the sky.
Filed under: AAPI Activists, Activists, Asian-American Studies, Community Leaders, Community Organizers, Dolores Huerta Labor Institute, John Delloro, Koreatown Immigrant Workers Alliance, Pilipino Workers Center fo Southern California, Professors, Sadness, SEIU, Students, UCLA, UCLA Professor John Delloro, Unfunny Stuff
Hands down, the coolest thing ever to happen to Yellow people’s pop culture is Giant Robot Magazine.
Think of it this way: On this day 16 years ago, there was no glossy print publicasian featuring rising Asian/Asian American artists or filmmakers or writers or toymakers or skaters or bands. There were not yet hilarious Asian YouTube Stars, no awesome slant-eyed bloggers. Asian and Asian American pop culture certainly existed–but most of us couldn’t touch it, taste it or claim it.
Filed under: Blogs, Culture Vultures, Death of Print Media, Donasians, Down Economy, Due Merit, Eric Nakamura, Giant Robot, Giant Robot Needs You, Giving Back, Godfathers, Goodbyes, GR, Martin Wong, Pop Culture, Print Publicasians, Sadness, Save Ourselves, The Art World
That ignorant windbag Pat Robertson’s theory as to why Haiti was struck by yesterday’s devastating 7.0 earthquake, which has tragically taken hundreds of thousands of lives, is not surprising: the country made a pact with the Devil to escape French colonialism, of course! (Crikey. Let’s not forget that this man and his evangelist buddy, Jerry Falwell, once blamed the 9/11 attacks on gays and the ACLU.)
And it’s hardly shocking the Rush Limbaugh discouraged Americans from contributing to relief efforts, at least those linked at the White House “propaganda” website:
Filed under: 7.0 Earthquake In Haiti, ACLU, Christmas Bomb Attempt, Colonialism, Conservatards, Conservative Pieces of Shit, Dead Babies Dead Children Dead People, Death Toll, FOX News is a Joke, Gays, Haiti, Haiti Earthquake, Human Suffering, Intel, Jerry Falwell, Pacts WIth The Devil, Pat Robertson, Politicizasian Of Tragedies, President Barack Obama, Propaganda, Race Dialogue, Red Cross, Relief, Rush Limbaugh, Sadness, The White House, This is Bullshit, Tragedy, Tragic Events
Did too many of Tiger’s low-rent mistresses rise up to tell their tales? Did enough of his sponsors threaten to drop him? We’ll never know. But one of the world’s greatest atheletes has decided to step away from professional golf to focus, finally, on the shit circus that is his life:
I am deeply aware of the disappointment and hurt that my infidelity has caused to so many people, most of all my wife and children. I want to say again to everyone that I am profoundly sorry and that I ask forgiveness. It may not be possible to repair the damage I’ve done, but I want to do my best to try.
I would like to ask everyone, including my fans, the good people at my foundation, business partners, the PGA Tour, and my fellow competitors, for their understanding. What’s most important now is that my family has the time, privacy, and safe haven we will need for personal healing.
After much soul searching, I have decided to take an indefinite break from professional golf. I need to focus my attention on being a better husband, father, and person.
Again, I ask for privacy for my family and I am especially grateful for all those who have offered compassion and concern during this difficult period.
Filed under: Affairs, Apologies, Dayum, Detroying Your Family, Disrespecting Your Wife, Fucking Around, Fuckups, Golf, Hiatus, Homewrecks, Indefinite Hiatus, Infidelity, Life As A Circus, Low-rentitude, Mistresses, Never the Same, Professional Athletes, Sadness, Tiger Woods, Whoopsieeee
Tai Shan, the panda Americans have watched with awe since his 2005 birth at the National Zoo in Washington D.C., is going home. On loan from China, Tai Shan was allowed to stay at the Zoo for two and a half years longer than originally agreed upon–but now he must head to his native soil to enter into the main breeding program at the Beifengxia base in Sichuan.
Sad, but neccesary. Let’s just hope that China doesn’t call in any of our other debts. [quivers]
Filed under: Breeding Program, China, Goodbyes, Homecomings, Little Bears, Loans, National Zoo, Pandas, Pandas Are Sickeningly Cute, Sadness, Sichuan, Tai Shan, U.S. Marines, U.S. Public Debt, Washington D.C.
Worst outcome possible:
Euna Lee and Laura Ling have been sentenced to 12 years of hard labor for illegally entering North Korean territory, a verdict issued by North Korea’s highest court that is final and cannot be appealed.
It is time for our government to step up and right this wrong: we need an envoy immediately. Do your part–email the State Department to step up negotiations now.
Yoko and I don’t always agree, and I’m often rough on the woman (Don’t worry, Yoko fans–Jen typically has a soft spot for her).
While skimming recent headlines about the Ono-curated exhibit,“John Lennon: The New York City Years”–which launched this week at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Annex in Manhattan–I noticed that most leads bore mention to her decision to include a bag of Lennon’s bloody clothes, still soiled from the night of his 1980 murder, in the display. Naturally, I was ready to pounce.
But after processing a bit, I actually began to understand where Ono might be coming from. The bag of clothes is apparently Ono’s statement against gun violence, an epidemic that has claimed 932,000 lives since Lennon’s death. And though she may be crazy (read: though she may have broken up the Beatles) the woman is an icon, a lover of peace, and–in her simplest state–a woman who loved and lost her husband. She may sometimes show it in funny ways, but I do believe she loved her friend/lover/companion truly; and there is not a morning that she rises without missing him or aching at the thought of his bullet-induced death. It’s a pain I can’t even imagine, and something she clearly doesn’t want anyone else to ever experience.
So, in this instance, I’m with Yoko. Trust me, I’m more surprised than you are.
Filed under: Curasian, Gun Violence, John Lenn's Bloody Clothes, John Lennon, John Lennon Murder, John Lennon: The New York Years, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Annex Manhattan, Sadness, Tough Losses, Yoko Ono
I want to believe that you started taking the women’s fertility drug H.C.G. because you had some harebrained idea that you could make a buck or two being the first pregnant man that is also a professional baseball player. Maybe you thought you could hit a few homers with Manny Jr. in your tum-tum. That’s actually very sweet.
But I don’t believe that. I believe that you’ve been trying to cover up your juicing. You are a cheater. You may be a good guy on the inside, but you’re a cheater all over.
It makes the Dodgers sad. It’s got my bestie Colin, the world’s biggest Doyers fan, practically in tears. The residents of Mannywood are left destitute. The Sports Guy and his kid may never recover. I don’t even want to know what Jen is thinking about how these actions reflect on her BoSox–and the two World Series you shared with them–right now.
Cheating hurts people, dude. If you aren’t already, you should be severely ashamed of yourself.
Cuz everyone else is ashamed of you.
So sorry, Colin…
Filed under: Asterisks, Beyond Shame, Boston Red Sox, Cheaters, Disappointing Everyone, Disappointment, Fertility Drugs, HCG, Hormones, Manny Ramirez, Pregnant Man, Sadness, Suspension, The Los Angeles Dodgers
HAPPENING RIGHT NOW: at least four people have been killed, dozens shot, and more taken hostage at a Binghamton, NY American Civic Association, which offers services to immigrants.
When we woke up to this news, we dreaded hearing eyewitness accounts that the gunman (who is still in the building) was Asian. But those accounts keep coming.
Watch the story unfold at CNN.com.
*Update: Local News 10 (aired on televised CNN) just reported that two men of Asian descent have been removed from the building in handcuffs by officers in regular police uniforms.
[CNN: 12 die, up to 40 held hostage in Binghamton shootings]
Tim Russert–honorasian, patriot, politico, brainiac, worker bee, journalist, perfectionist, NBC friend–we don’t know why we lost you today, but we hope you’re reading the Times somewhere nice in the sky.