Would Smell as Sour Sweet By Any Other Name?
I believe that the title Sour Sweet has a double meaning. On the simpler side its refers to the Chinese restaurant that the Chens run. Lily complains when Chen says that they will be serving sweat and sour pork as their staple dish because that is what the english like, but Lily complains about its authenticity to real Chinese foods. I believe this is a metaphor for their lives in England. They are having to learn how to adapt themselves and their cultures to fit into the society a little more.
I believe the second meaning of this title goes a little deeper than the food and talks about the ups and downs of the immigrant experience. They have particular highs when their business takes off or when Man Kee is going through school. However they struggle with how they fit in, and the authorities that they look up to. In particular they struggle with the triad and their authority. Right now Chen is potentially in a life threatening situation because he borrowed money from the Hung Family awhile back. This stems from the fact that Chen did not take a tradition english route like a loan to getting this money but instead trusted the other group from Hong Kong having more in common with them than anyone english person.
~Sahale
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Chinese Food For Thought
In the past few chapters we have seen Lily and occasionally Chen disregard England's rules and regulations such as licenses, paying taxes and census. Do their irresponsible feelings of non commitment to these economic and social responsibilities stem from them feeling like "the other" and therefore have no self imposed duty to participate. Or are these actions derived from the fact that they truly do not understand these systems. When Lily proposes her plan to cheat on taxes, is this because she does not understand what the taxes truly do, or does she plan on cheating, not because she doesn't understand, but rather that she doesn't feel as if she belongs and therefore has no need to pay the fines that accompany that. Furthermore, does their refusal to fairly participate in taxes and driving regulations separate them farther than if they abided by British laws. We often find the Chen's living in their own personal bubble and are viewed from outsiders with many stereotypes. Are some of these assumptions self imposed by the Chens while they pretend to not speak English to the census director, plan on cheating their taxes and drive recklessly on the roads while being unlicensed.
~Sahale
In the past few chapters we have seen Lily and occasionally Chen disregard England's rules and regulations such as licenses, paying taxes and census. Do their irresponsible feelings of non commitment to these economic and social responsibilities stem from them feeling like "the other" and therefore have no self imposed duty to participate. Or are these actions derived from the fact that they truly do not understand these systems. When Lily proposes her plan to cheat on taxes, is this because she does not understand what the taxes truly do, or does she plan on cheating, not because she doesn't understand, but rather that she doesn't feel as if she belongs and therefore has no need to pay the fines that accompany that. Furthermore, does their refusal to fairly participate in taxes and driving regulations separate them farther than if they abided by British laws. We often find the Chen's living in their own personal bubble and are viewed from outsiders with many stereotypes. Are some of these assumptions self imposed by the Chens while they pretend to not speak English to the census director, plan on cheating their taxes and drive recklessly on the roads while being unlicensed.
~Sahale
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
TBT
Meet mini Sahale and Connor. This picture was taken before I was in school so that must have been back around 2004. Well, one could agree that my ballerina class was indeed a class, and to be taken seriously. Just kidding, we played with magic wands and ran around like fairies. That however did not stop me from thinking I would really grow up to be a ballerina and CONSTANTLY dressing like one. My brother thought he was quite the badass. Together we we stereotypically represented our genders, while also being an unstoppable duo, despite our opposite costumes. That night we feasted on all our candy!!
~Sahale
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
The "Other" in the Picture
3 years ago my family and I went to Beijing China and then later traveled down to a more southern region called Guangzhou. We went there to visit my sister who had been living there for a year and continued to live there for another year teaching english to preschoolers as a second language. While she was there she learned to speak Mandarin as well. We were so proud of my sister for going on this great adventure and we wanted to see what it was like for her so we got on a 14 hour plan.
While there, I was constantly confused by the rude public behavior. When there were lines, the majority would cut in front of you, when there were crowds, everyone was pushing and when there was only one seat left, people fought over it. At first I was astonished and insulted at their behavior towards me and each other. Over the course of the trip, I found myself not fighting it, not joining, but not even worrying about it when it happened to me. I realized this was something my sister had to do every day when taking the subway to work. People were not singling me out in the community in this aspect, they were pushing everyone.
I was singled out in many other way however. People had two different responses to me and my family. Some of them were amazed by my sister and I's blonde hair and would stop us on the street motioning a "clicking" in the air which we eventually figured out meant that they wanted a picture with us. The first time I thought this was very strange, but again, over the course of the trip I came to accept selfies with stingers as the usual.
The other response we receive was the term "gwai low" which is a very derogatory term for foreigner or westerner that directly translates to ghost person in Cantonese. When people treated us like this, we didn't respond with hate but rather ignored it because we knew we had done nothing wrong. None the less, these attempts to single us out of the community prohibited us from truly viewing the experience from a locals perspective. Being stopped to take pictures, while somewhat flattering, also pointed out our differences and made us the "other". The fact that we were such a distraction in every environment was exhausting.
~Sahale
3 years ago my family and I went to Beijing China and then later traveled down to a more southern region called Guangzhou. We went there to visit my sister who had been living there for a year and continued to live there for another year teaching english to preschoolers as a second language. While she was there she learned to speak Mandarin as well. We were so proud of my sister for going on this great adventure and we wanted to see what it was like for her so we got on a 14 hour plan.
While there, I was constantly confused by the rude public behavior. When there were lines, the majority would cut in front of you, when there were crowds, everyone was pushing and when there was only one seat left, people fought over it. At first I was astonished and insulted at their behavior towards me and each other. Over the course of the trip, I found myself not fighting it, not joining, but not even worrying about it when it happened to me. I realized this was something my sister had to do every day when taking the subway to work. People were not singling me out in the community in this aspect, they were pushing everyone.
I was singled out in many other way however. People had two different responses to me and my family. Some of them were amazed by my sister and I's blonde hair and would stop us on the street motioning a "clicking" in the air which we eventually figured out meant that they wanted a picture with us. The first time I thought this was very strange, but again, over the course of the trip I came to accept selfies with stingers as the usual.
The other response we receive was the term "gwai low" which is a very derogatory term for foreigner or westerner that directly translates to ghost person in Cantonese. When people treated us like this, we didn't respond with hate but rather ignored it because we knew we had done nothing wrong. None the less, these attempts to single us out of the community prohibited us from truly viewing the experience from a locals perspective. Being stopped to take pictures, while somewhat flattering, also pointed out our differences and made us the "other". The fact that we were such a distraction in every environment was exhausting.
~Sahale
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Nation of Wimps
I think when discussing our generation being far wimpier than previous generations we are talking about that fact that we can't stand up for ourselves, or live in an overprotected home. I do not however think the policies of AYSO apply here. I think that having a league that has the motto of "everyone plays" is a great idea. It cultivates a love of the sport at a lower level of play, commitment and pay if you cannot reach the standards of any of those three. I think competition is healthy and we should have to compete for what we want because that is what it is will be like for the rest of our life, however that doesn't have to start on the soccer field in 1st grade.
I think when discussing our generation being far wimpier than previous generations we are talking about that fact that we can't stand up for ourselves, or live in an overprotected home. I do not however think the policies of AYSO apply here. I think that having a league that has the motto of "everyone plays" is a great idea. It cultivates a love of the sport at a lower level of play, commitment and pay if you cannot reach the standards of any of those three. I think competition is healthy and we should have to compete for what we want because that is what it is will be like for the rest of our life, however that doesn't have to start on the soccer field in 1st grade.
Our generation has parents that micro manage our work, brew over our safety when we are not home and check our electronics. The term bullying now is something that is used in everyone kids vocabulary but how many of those kids are bullied to the extent that others in the past were with physical violence. This is not to say that kids now are not still truly getting bullied and that electronics have made it easier to do so, but that those cases are few and far between. Yet 83% of girls and 79% of guys say they were bullied either in school or online. This is most likely not true but a combination of parents overreactions' and kids melodrama causes situations to escalate quickly to so called "bulling" when in fact this is an overreaction. Bulling often stems from competition and I believe that competition is healthy and necessary to teach that life isn't always fair and you need to really go after what you want if you have any hope of achieving that goal. However this does not always need to be present in Kindergarten soccer tournaments.
I babysit a lot of kids in my neighborhood and whenever I babysit on Saturday the kids will still have their soccer jerseys on so I ask them how their game went. You can just see their face light up when they tell you that there team won and that they score. They don't understand that the other team won too, they are just so happy that they feel like they did something good. This is a quality that high school soccer is lacking. When we are losing, we get down on ourselves and walk away kicking ourselves for the miss pass instead of being elated by the goal that we or our teammate score. Encouraging kids to play a sport not to win but to love it is extremely valuable and does not make them wimps.
~Sahale
Thursday, October 2, 2014
I have been thinking about this week's blog post of what time I have tolerated great injustices for my own personal convince and when I have stood up against it and walked away. I would like to be able to say that I boycotted Apple or Hershey products when it came out that they used unethical ways of producing them, but sadly I cannot. I did not do anything about it, but instead went along with my daily life, texting on products created in sweatshop like conditions and snacking on the sugars of child labor.
To find times when I walked away, I looked at situations that had popped up that were a little closer to home, a little smaller scale. I am proud to say that when people around school or on the weekends, begin to talk poorly about my friends, I simply walk away from the conversation. I refuse to participate in bad mouthing my friends so I remove myself from the situation.
Sometimes as we discussed in class, walking away isn't always the 'hero" move but I believe while there might be better options like standing up for them or voicing your disapproval, walking away is better than staying. When you do nothing about it, you are silently saying "I think this is okay" which is why I could never stay and here my friends bad mouthed behind their backs.
~Sahale
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
This week we are suppose to explore the idea of fear and how the media can dictate and manipulate us with different topic focuses and literary devices. This is an exert from the chapters we have been reading about fear.
"Watch enough brutality on TV and you come to believe you are living in a cruel and gloomy
world in which you feel vulnerable and insecure. In his research over three decades Gerbner found that people who watch a lot of TV are more likely than others to believe their neighborhoods are unsafe, to assume that crime rates are rising, and to overestimate their own odds of becoming a victim. They also buy more locks, alarms, and- you guessed it- guns, in hopes of protecting themselves. 'They may accept and even welcome,' Gerbner reports, 'repressive measures such as more jails, capital punishment, harsher sentences- measures that have never reduced crime but never fail to get votes- if that promises to relieve their anxieties. That is the deeper dilemma of violence-laden television.'"
I believe that there are many industries out there that are benefiting from the news's priories to focus on topics that cause irrational fears. Guns, locks and alarms are obviously selling fast so that might be an influencer of why these topics are being promoted so much.
Other than benefitting those few industries and the news getting more views, this over saturation of news on random topics like razor blades helps no one.
The short story we read this week I believe was a perfect metaphor and really interesting. It talks about how this society was perfect but in order for them to be happy and live in this Utopia, they had to let this child suffer. Everyone was so afraid of what would happen if they helped this child but ruined their society that they didn't even help him. The brave ones who saw this injustice and were brave enough to do something about it, left and went somewhere even better. I felt like this were an awesome metaphor to the gated community idea of the "other" and that this child in the broom closet is an "other" so we are fine with him suffering, but if we could all see this wrong doing, our society as a whole would be a lot better.
~Sahale
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
The Right to be Yourself
Original:
The Veil is a requirement for all women that prohibits men from seeing too much of women. This then makes women feel like they need to hide their true self when around other people (305). This head piece and dress robes take away these women's individuality and forms them into a big blog.
Corrected Version:
The Veil is a requirement for all women that prohibits men from seeing too much of women. This then makes women feel like they need to hide their true self around other people (305). The head piece and dress robes takes away a woman's individuality and she therefor looses her outstanding qualities, resulting with her being just another makeup less face in a crowded of veiled women.
Reasons Why:
The original version of this essay excert was alright, but there were many grammatical errors such as tenses and first person versus third person voice. Also, in the original excerpt, I used the word "blob" which is very non descriptive and slang. I replaced blob with "another face in the crowd" to portray a more powerful imagery and eliminate any slang from my writing.
~Sahale Greenwood
Original:
The Veil is a requirement for all women that prohibits men from seeing too much of women. This then makes women feel like they need to hide their true self when around other people (305). This head piece and dress robes take away these women's individuality and forms them into a big blog.
Corrected Version:
The Veil is a requirement for all women that prohibits men from seeing too much of women. This then makes women feel like they need to hide their true self around other people (305). The head piece and dress robes takes away a woman's individuality and she therefor looses her outstanding qualities, resulting with her being just another makeup less face in a crowded of veiled women.
Reasons Why:
The original version of this essay excert was alright, but there were many grammatical errors such as tenses and first person versus third person voice. Also, in the original excerpt, I used the word "blob" which is very non descriptive and slang. I replaced blob with "another face in the crowd" to portray a more powerful imagery and eliminate any slang from my writing.
~Sahale Greenwood
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Seeing is Believing
Women from 1970s in Islamic countries were seen very different before the Iranian Revolution. Now the women are stereotypically concidered quitter, uneducated, and generally blobbed together losing all their unique qualities.
When pictures like this are a commonly promoted image, one has to wonder, who is sponsoring these this... Are they being put out there to control public opinion or the Iranians in a negative light because they treat their women so poorly? Or is this the Americans/ Westerners promoting pictures like this because when we see the veil we immediately associate it with Islamic people and for some people jump right to the events of 9/11, feeding the War on Terror? Or are the Islamic Traditionalist sponsoring this because they are proud of their strict interpretation of the Qur'an? Or are groups fighting for female rights putting these images up to drum up support and awareness for their cause of fighting for equality?
I personally think that there are many different groups and different forces supporting these images and the single story they promote, but all of them have different motives. And some of these objectives are more obvious than others and some more effective, but when we don't have access to more than just these pictures, we see that the women don't look educated and look quite and boring, so we believe that.
~Sahale
Women from 1970s in Islamic countries were seen very different before the Iranian Revolution. Now the women are stereotypically concidered quitter, uneducated, and generally blobbed together losing all their unique qualities.
When pictures like this are a commonly promoted image, one has to wonder, who is sponsoring these this... Are they being put out there to control public opinion or the Iranians in a negative light because they treat their women so poorly? Or is this the Americans/ Westerners promoting pictures like this because when we see the veil we immediately associate it with Islamic people and for some people jump right to the events of 9/11, feeding the War on Terror? Or are the Islamic Traditionalist sponsoring this because they are proud of their strict interpretation of the Qur'an? Or are groups fighting for female rights putting these images up to drum up support and awareness for their cause of fighting for equality?
I personally think that there are many different groups and different forces supporting these images and the single story they promote, but all of them have different motives. And some of these objectives are more obvious than others and some more effective, but when we don't have access to more than just these pictures, we see that the women don't look educated and look quite and boring, so we believe that.
~Sahale
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Too Memorable to Recall on Paper
The Picture I have chosen to wright about is my profile picture. I love this picture not because my hair and makeup are perfect. If you look at the picture it is evident that I haven't work anything but dirt on my face for a couple days. And the high altitude winds don't make my hair fall in natural curls.
The reason I love this picture so much is because when I look at the picture, I remember every part about this moment.
First I would like to start by explaining the backstory to this picture. 20 years ago my parents were climbing this mountain when my dad got down on one knee and asked my mom to marry him. The name of this peak is Sahale Mountain. They decided that this place and their memories climbing Mt. Sahale were so beautiful that they wanted to name their daughter that so every day they could be reminded of this incredibly beautiful mountain and time in their life. And this summer my parents decided my brother and I were finally strong enough to make this very technical climb. They were wrong...
When I look at this picture or think of Sahale Mountain, I do not think of my dad proposing because that is not a personal story of mine. When I see this picture I think of my struggle up this monster of a mountain. The climb was incredible technical and difficult and way beyond my experience and comfort level. Which made it all the more triumphant when I reached the top. The view from the glacier of the snow camped peaks and Mt. Rainier was WELL worth every once of sweat, blood and tears that it took to get there. I also love that my brother
Connor is in this picture with me. Without Connor I wouldn't have made it up the mountain, or for that matter, down in one piece. Somehow no matter where Connor was on the mountain, every single time I lost my footing, feel into the ice, or started slipping down the glacier, Connor would spring out of nowhere and self arrest us. I have never felt safer around anyone and couldn't have asked for a better person to share a stinky tent with every night!
~Sahale
The reason I love this picture so much is because when I look at the picture, I remember every part about this moment.
First I would like to start by explaining the backstory to this picture. 20 years ago my parents were climbing this mountain when my dad got down on one knee and asked my mom to marry him. The name of this peak is Sahale Mountain. They decided that this place and their memories climbing Mt. Sahale were so beautiful that they wanted to name their daughter that so every day they could be reminded of this incredibly beautiful mountain and time in their life. And this summer my parents decided my brother and I were finally strong enough to make this very technical climb. They were wrong...
When I look at this picture or think of Sahale Mountain, I do not think of my dad proposing because that is not a personal story of mine. When I see this picture I think of my struggle up this monster of a mountain. The climb was incredible technical and difficult and way beyond my experience and comfort level. Which made it all the more triumphant when I reached the top. The view from the glacier of the snow camped peaks and Mt. Rainier was WELL worth every once of sweat, blood and tears that it took to get there. I also love that my brother
Connor is in this picture with me. Without Connor I wouldn't have made it up the mountain, or for that matter, down in one piece. Somehow no matter where Connor was on the mountain, every single time I lost my footing, feel into the ice, or started slipping down the glacier, Connor would spring out of nowhere and self arrest us. I have never felt safer around anyone and couldn't have asked for a better person to share a stinky tent with every night!
~Sahale
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Which came first, the desire to enjoy yourself or to be successful?
Living in the OC, there is a widely known single story that people here are just out to earn money so they can live extravagant lifestyles. While I acknowledge that some of my single stories such as white girls liking Starbucks and wearing Ugg boats are true, that does not mean they all are. Much like the chicken and the egg, I believe that wanting success and enjoying yourself are dependent on the other. Those who come to the OC selling their happiness to make it big are missing half the equation.
This summer I ran my own summer craft camp for little girls. I did this not because I wanted to put it on college apps, make big money, or pull a career out of it in the future, but simply because I love crafts and little kids and had some spare time on my hands. It ended up being extremely successful and popular, earning me lots of babysitting jobs and a promise of returning next year. This, to me is the perfect example of success and joy being an "and" not an "or" situation.
No one can say for sure which came first, the chicken or the egg, but it is safe to say that one would not exist without the other. The same applies to doing something you enjoy, and being successful in that. That is not to say that if you are doing something you love, you will be incredibly successful, but more that if you really love it and are getting something out of it, isn't that really what success should be measured in?
~Sahale
Living in the OC, there is a widely known single story that people here are just out to earn money so they can live extravagant lifestyles. While I acknowledge that some of my single stories such as white girls liking Starbucks and wearing Ugg boats are true, that does not mean they all are. Much like the chicken and the egg, I believe that wanting success and enjoying yourself are dependent on the other. Those who come to the OC selling their happiness to make it big are missing half the equation.
This summer I ran my own summer craft camp for little girls. I did this not because I wanted to put it on college apps, make big money, or pull a career out of it in the future, but simply because I love crafts and little kids and had some spare time on my hands. It ended up being extremely successful and popular, earning me lots of babysitting jobs and a promise of returning next year. This, to me is the perfect example of success and joy being an "and" not an "or" situation.
No one can say for sure which came first, the chicken or the egg, but it is safe to say that one would not exist without the other. The same applies to doing something you enjoy, and being successful in that. That is not to say that if you are doing something you love, you will be incredibly successful, but more that if you really love it and are getting something out of it, isn't that really what success should be measured in?
~Sahale
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