Wednesday, December 12, 2007

East Versus West.

Photo: City Square. 07.2007

The upcoming 2008 Summer Olympic has already been the cause of much tumult and furor. As the event approaches ever more rapidly, the mix of emotions can only grow stronger and more polarized.

One of the factors complicating this inevitable face-off is the inherent difference between Western and Eastern cultures. The West, inheritors of the Greek and Roman ideals, has a tradition of open, frontal confrontations as a means to provoke and resolving conflicts. Ancient Greek warriors were all about one-on-one combat, even when it would be more prudent to stay within their city-states for a defensive war.

One well-known example is Hector of Troy (whose most recent incarnation is Eric Bana, in the 2004 movie). Although he knew that he was the strongest and best warrior in Troy, and its only hope of holding out against the alliance, and despite his wife's and his father's begging, his honor demanded he go out to confront Achilles one-on-one in battle. Despite his absolute knowledge that the result of defeat for Troy would be sacking and pillaging, with all the men killed and all the women and children enslaved, he will satisfy his honor. Thus his image is burnt brightly onto some abstract, eternal plane, forever symbolizing a doomed and tragic heroism. Which, in the Greek view, is the only kind of immortality us mortals could ever achieve.

On the other hand, we have the Eastern (fine, Eastern Asian) perspective, which was all about face, underpinned by practicality. Practically speaking, futile confrontation in war, while admirable, is wasteful. (The Art of War advocates the best war is won without ever having to fight. Our Greek warriors would have revolted against this blatant removal of their only chances to glory.) And face is often about preserving the public dignity of others, and allowing them to graceful retreat in defeat. To do this creates a debt upon the defeated, which one day will be paid back. This is the behavior of an admirable gentleman, an example to all.

As you can see, two totally different perspectives on the ideal behavior.

When reading news about China, I often find that western journalism seems to see the face of the CCP as its actual presence, and ignoring the underlying currents--which is where negotiations really happen in most Asian societies.

So in the Western world, we have a host of intrepid, muck-raking journalists and activities, rising up to Big Gov't CCP, face-on and confrontational, seeing the Olympics as an opportunity to force China, in this most public of its displays, into fixing all kinds of flaws and issues. From the Asian perspective, this is rude, childish, and embarrassing--which, were this played out between individuals, would force the host to be/appear even more rigid and inflexible, and hold its position long after this event, in order to preserve face.

A proper, Asian way of getting things done would be: respect what the host is trying to do on this occasion, shower praises, be agreeable, and this effort would be known--unspoken--among all participants. The host would then feel a debt to the guests--who clearly could have behaved otherwise, yet chose not to--and will give the guest face in return, and will find opportunities to grant favors in the future.

As it is, the West sees CCP as faceless, huge, inscrutable, and inflexible, and the East sees these "intruders" as rude and hypocritical (b/c, you see, in Asia, there are often two layers to everything that is publically spoken or written, and most people are used to this).

*Sigh!* I sometimes wonder how these differences would ever be reconciled.

Of course, miscommunication is only a very small element in the ultimate issue. I do not propose that either perspective is right or wrong. There are situations that would be more suited to be dealt either one way or the other--neither is correct in all circumstances: a foolish, unproductive rigidity. However, I do want to inject my thoughts as one, out of many, more balanced viewpoint.


As China becomes slowly integrated into the global world--indeed, as all the different cultures ascend to a more level playing field--such conflicts will increase in number and scale, and only time will tell how they will all eventually resolve.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Arlington Cemetary, Autumn.

Photo: The Path. 11.22.2007

November is drawing to its close, so suddenly--or so it seems to me. And yet the skies remain far above and blue, the leaves a wild tumult of orange, gold, and red. I, who am raised in the year-round winter of mid-Canada, where winter began in October and barely ends in May; who have lived in Michigan and scoffed at the Boston snows, could hardly believe that this year is nearly over, and that we are nearing winter.

A friend came visiting the other day, and we went to Arlington Cemetary, as neither of us had ever been. What a lovely view could be had from the top: the Washington Monument far away; Greek Revival buildings white between the fiery trees.

Photo: The Kennedys Now. 12.22.2007

On the way, we stopped to contemplate JFK and Jackie O, forever united in death. Later, while wandering in the Tomb of the the Unknown Soldier, we caught the guards changing their post amidst a subtle thunder of clicking cameras. But apart from the beauty of the day, I found it difficult to synch myself to the place's solemnity. Is it because my history do not mingle with those who made their final resting place here?

The longer I live, the more I feel I have no Home. Whether weary or joyful, my thoughts do not fly thankfully to some distant soil, but neither do they dwell upon this glorious land. I don't feel alien, necessarily; more a transient, like a kite without its controlling strings. I can pick up anytime, and travel far, and not feel the reality of change. Even then, as I stood in one of DC's more famous monuments, I found it necessary to mentally pinch myself--yes, I have moved 700 miles, and have a career now, and must plan my future and live and grow old like billions before me had and billions to come.

Maybe I am merely the logical next step of globalization. As standards of living converge, and international corporations multiply, I could as well enjoy my Starbucks here as I could in London, Cairo or Beijing...

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Lust, Caution?

Photo: Movie Still.

So I went to see Lust, Caution, directed by Ang Lee. I don't feel like doing any blurb of it right now, so if you are interested, you can check it out on rottentomatoes.com here.

It is a well-acted movie. Tony Leung and Tang Wei portray complex and believable characters. Their interactions most clearly depicted via scenes of explicit and painfully-intense sex, which has nothing to do with Eros and everything with our eternal struggle against Thanatos.

In the end, though, it all seems like much ado about nothing. True, one person was stabbed multiple times and bled to death before horrified perpetrators /witnesses. There was a semi-staged rape scene. There was intense power play between a powerful man and a seemingly-powerless woman. And yet, the ending dissolves these potentially devastating elements into a mere tempest in the teapot, a puff of hot air that quickly fades into nothing.

Perhaps I missed some critical nuance, but I do not find it pleasant to have my emotions all stirred up—and then, it ends. Was the evil, powerful man changed by this potentially life-altering potential-love? No. He got cracks in his armor, and she was summarily executed along with her band of co-conspirators. All her experiences meant nothing. --If the movie had meant to portray nothingness to give us an understanding of the ultimate futility of this world--OK. I can accept that. But the entire movie was spent on the nuance of their relationship, the background which was their unspoken context--the focus was all on the people.

Alas. What a waste.

I will give it THREE STARS out of a potential FIVE.


Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Another Venture.

Photo: Korean Food. 11.03.2007

I like to eat. I don't deny it. I like good food, good restaurants, exotic ingredients, comfortable ingredients, beautifully made, humbly formed, I love 'em all.

And I also like taking photographs.

Therefore, my blog is rapidly turning into a food photog!

No, I will not let this happen! NO!

Regardless, the above is from an excellent Korean restaurant in Annandale, Virginia. It was so awesome and I was so immersed in the food, that I do not know what it is called. Blargh!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Exploring Virginia?

Photo: Carlyle. 10.22.2007

So I've settled into my new apartment, and began exploring Virginia in earnest. My impression of it so far, is that it is full of shopping centers. Acres and acres of shopping centers. At the present, I haven't decided whether this is an accolade or condemnation. Virginia, state of the consumers!

A recent and wonderful discovery is Carlyle, an American-style restaurant at Shirlington, VA. I will go on record to state, this is one of the best restaurants I've ever been to, bar none (And I've been to quite a few!).

Photo: Delicious. 10.22.2007

Doesn't it look amazing? It is absolutely delicious also, not to mention good prices. This place is looking to become a regular favorite...

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Washington, DC.

Photo: Chinatown, DC. 09.29.2007

First day in DC, and guess where I go?

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

A leave-taking.

Photo: Indian Desert. 09.24.2007

A last dinner with some friends at an Indian restaurant on Newbury.

One last chance to look at Boston, bustling in the night. What a thing it is, to take one's leave!

Photo: Flowers! 09.26.2007

My co-workers surprise me with flowers today, on my last day of work. Thinking back, I've only received flowers three times, ever. First was when I graduated from college. Second was when I graduated from law school. And the third-- This probably means I need some romance in my life.

But they are lovely, and sit on my window ledge, in the morning sun.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Modern love?

Photo: The Odd Couple. 10.15.2005

The New York Times published an article this week titled, "Putting Money on the Table." Within, the author outlined a new dilemma for modern men and women - tensions over money that tossed the rules of traditional love on their heads:

"For the first time, women in their 20s who work full time in several big American cities - New York, Chicago, Boston and Minneapolis - are earning higher wages than men in the same age range...

"53 percent of women employed full time in their 20s were college graduates, compared with 38 percent of men. Women are also more likely to have graduate degrees...

"To her, his lack of income masked a greater problem: a lack of drive."

From my own prior experience - unbacked by scientific data, I freely admit - I agree with "her".

These days, it seems like American men are the domesticating gender. They are looking for that sweet girl to settle down. They are shopping for that house in the suburbs. They are seeking that work-life balance, but with an increasing emphasis on leisure. Some are getting older, yet refuse to grow up, as though by denying their age, they are excused from the responsibilities of adulthood.

Instead, I see more young women who burn with ambition: to trot the globe, to write that novel, to strive for that mega-salary, to find that near-perfect boyfriend, and live the ever more consumer-glorious American dream..

Note: by this, I emphatically do not mean that money and power are the only gauge of a worthy human being. The breakdown of traditional gender roles, and the opening of new social possibilities, can only be to the good. I applaud the rise of new-age men, emotionally expressive and accepting of equality. And many young women certainly have not stopped dreaming about weddings and babies.

But why the disparity in education, salary, and life goals? The opening up of one social niche should make for a more equalized society, with a similar percentage of women and men oriented to power and advancement, another to love and leisure, and others distributed everywhere with out and in between. The growth of one should not mean the diminshing of another!

I ask you: To have clear goals, a sense of purpose in life, and taking focused, realistic steps to achieve them... That isn't asking too much, is it?

But my deepest kudos - to everyone, chefs, soldiers, lawyers, artists, doctors, interior designers, what have you - who are already on their path!

Monday, September 24, 2007

State of the Profession.

Photo: Going. 08.25.2007.

This morning, The Wall Street Journal posted this article, titled "Hard Case: Job Market Wanes for U.S. Lawyers," on their front page.

It gave dire statistics which are old news to recent law grads, and outlined the dismal state of the profession. Namely, that the elites are doing better (top law firm salary hikes to $160,000 this year), while the peasants merely scrape along (starting at around $35,000).

Some bitter discussion then deluged The WSJ Blog. Lawyers, law students, commented by the hundreds, with eloquence fueled by frustration and despair. They spoke of their crushing education debts, and the lack of lucrative jobs. They denounced law schools for being profit-driven, promulgating the fiction that lawyers lived a Boston Legal lifestyle, with Law & Order excitement. They put forth salary calculations. What is the point of a Tier 2 education, if BigLaw pays it no mind? And for those who graduated Tier 3 and Tier 4? Verdict: Might as well go and shoot themselves, to end the income-less misery.

Since becoming a lawyer, I am familiar with the low morale of the profession. I have heard the horror stories. I have experienced some on my own. One interviewer came right out and said, "I hate what I'm doing, but this was the only job I could get. And now, I am hiring you so I could do less of this crap."

And yet, I do not understand it. A law education--like everything else--could only benefit those who consider it an asset, and use it with strategy. It serves only one purpose--to add value to you. Who thinks, have goals, and makes decisions that ultimately control your life.

The profession is indeed saturated, but you are not trapped in a dead-end street. Be prepared to suffer some drastic short-term hardship, in order to acquire the tools for long-term success. Graduated from other than a Top 10 law school? Apply to be a prosecutor, and package yourself into a great trial attorney. Hate the petty back-and-forth of litigation? Network into regulatory or in-house or consulting fields. Want to make the big dollars? Start spending time with entrepreneurs, and see if you could catch the flights as they go up and out.

With intellect and flexibility, tempered by careful financial planning, what can limit you, but yourself?

Friday, September 21, 2007

Preparing to say goodbye.

Photo: Boston at Dusk. 09.2007

In the days before I had my driver's license, I used to think Boston was a small, boring city.

My mind was full of tender yearnings for New York, or Chicago, or LA. Or Shanghai, or Hong Kong, or Beijing. Or London. Or Paris. Or Venice.. --Wait a minute, it still is! Nevermind.

Regardless, after one full year, I am finally synching to the rhythm of this city. Despite a truly moronic memory for geography, I now know a few secret parking spaces, as well as some hole-in-the-wall restaurants.

I have walked the banks of the Charles.

I have hanged in a reasonable number of hip places, and saw the trannie show at Jacques, and played pool at Felt, and partook of the desserts at Finale's.

I have window-shopped in Copley. I have spent slow afternoons, flipping through magazines at Borders Downtown, then ransacked the inventory of So Good Jewelry. I have breakfasted mid-Sunday morning on Newberry. I have dined post-clubbing in Chinatown, at 3AM.

I am conversant with the T. I can navigate Storrow Drive.

I am finally starting to feel like a Bostonian--or at least, no longer a stranger. But now, I must pack up and start the show anew, all over again. This is heartbreaking. Just a little.

On a brighter note: I have never taken the duck-tour, which according to some (drifters themselves from other cities), is the one activity that makes for a true Bostonian. That, and become a die-hard Red Sox fan.

Maybe I should put that on my to-do list, before I leave. Or maybe I am just deluding myself that I'll actually finish packing before the day I leave, and have the time for such irrelevance!

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Strange item.


Photo: Car. 08.2007

Some things just happen for no reason.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Relationship. (What else?)


Photo: The Party. 08.2007

Sometimes I wonder how people manage to find and connect one with another. So many elements could potentially clash or mismatch, so that after the initial passionate fires, we are left like anonymous ships, only tenuously moored together.

I've had a few of those before. The joyful excitement of the initial days, followed by rapid decline into flatness and ennui. His beautiful physique becomes nothing special--I've seen better on billboards and commercials. His amazing ability to dress like a modern Cary Grant on budget? Ugh; he spends more time getting ready than I do.

So I admit: I've spent my green years committing the sin of superficiality. So I confess: I have sought to pleasure only the eyes, but not the mind. So I conclude: It is easier to say no, than to force together what (I predict) is not meant to be, or merely settle for mediocrity.

Yet most people seem to do fine. They meet, they hang, they attach, and happiness--or at least a good semblance--ensues. And not only so, but seemingly so easily. How? Somebody, throw me a clue!

Am I blinded by the myth of compatibility? Do I expect too much from what is, after all, only one of the many relationships in life? Am I suffering that ridiculous malais of modern women, expecting not companionship, but love and soul-deep understanding, in a package repleat with ambition, humor, intellect, and a six-pack to boot?

Or worse, am I turning into Carrie Bradshaw?

So I return to reality: 運命惟所遇, 循環不可尋. What will come, will come.

New daily affirmation: "I will be open to all the opportunities Life present me, and be content."

--Ha ha, hell no! Do you even know me? Daily affirmations, indeed!

Monday, September 17, 2007

So it starts.

These days it seems like everybody has a blog.

I was reading just the other day that we are entering a new age of absolute disclosure. Apparently what separates one generation from the next is ... the sense of privacy. On the one hand, we have a tide of precocious little kids, flickring and youtubing and blogging away, revealing to the world all the painful and secret and irrelevant bits of themselves. On the other, we have geezers who barely understand the joys of Internet, let alone Web 2.0.

Regardless, it comes down to this. I, being a flotsom creature, moved by the winds and swept by the waves, have now decided to follow where the masses have tread a solid path. So this is my blog.

I wonder if life will imitate art (or merely artifice)? Will I, like Cecilia from The Importance of Being Ernest, create a wildly entertaining online self, in the hopes that my real life will follow?

... Nah.