Densho is a great organization engaged in archival work and political activism around the World War II Era Japanese-American concentration camps in the Western United States. It’s based out of Seattle, where they have frequent events. I look forward to learning more about this important organization and hopefully even using some of their archival materials on a future history of education project.
Another Japanese incarceration lead that I just became aware of is this novel, No No Boy by John Okada (Charles E. Tuttle, 1957). Unfortunately I had to find out about this in a NYTimes article this week describing a copyright dispute between the Okada family and Penguin Books, who apparently treated it as part of the public domain when they published the latest edition (pictured below).
Source: It’s Time to Retire WWII-Era Euphemisms for Japanese American Incarceration – Densho: Japanese American Incarceration and Japanese Internment
Densho also has a great article outlining the story of this book and its publication here.
From Rob Brezsny’s Astrology Newsletter
“We should not think of our past as definitely settled, for we are not a
stone or a tree,” wrote poet Czeslaw Milosz. “My past changes every
minute according to the meaning given it now, in this moment.”
So, yes, you have the power to re-vision and reinterpret your past. Keep
the following question in mind as you go about your work: “How can I
recreate my history so as to make my willpower stronger, my love of life
more intense, and my future more interesting?”
Author Junot Díaz, a ramen junkie, explains why Fukuoka is Japan’s next great food city—and it isn’t just about the noodles.
Díaz is also won a Pulitzer for The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, which I am reading now. It’s a great, high-energy book sprinkled with Spanish and Dominican History. He also shouts out Shimokitazawa, the neighborhood in Tokyo he mentions in this piece. I was intrigued, and when I tried to find more, I came across this article.
Source: Junot Díaz on Fukuoka, Japan’s Next Great Food City – Condé Nast Traveler
Stephen Colbert’s Story of How He Met His Wife Is As Adorable As You’d Imagine
By Matthew Dessem
Over the long weekend, The Late Show With Stephen Colbert posted this wonderful clip from the audience Q&A to its Facebook page, in which Colbert is asked how he met his wife. His answer is far-ranging, charming, and erudite. While visiting his family in Charleston, South Carolina, to try to decide whether to marry a woman he’d been dating for years, he went to the premiere of Philip Glass and Allen Ginsberg’s chamber opera Hydrogen Jukebox at the Spoleto Festival.*His wife to be, Evelyn McGee, was there too, and the rest was history.
All love stories are the stuff of poetry, but this one has more than the usual amount: not just Ginsberg but Homer and Chuck Sullivan. Other topics addressed include the difficulty of judging sincerity in the South, home of “the Hitlers of politeness,” strawberries, line etiquette, and fateful sneezes. It’s the most romantic TV host love story since Milton Berle met Aimee Semple McPherson. Which, honestly, wasn’t very romantic at all—so if Colbert does a whole show about his courtship of his wife, he’ll lock down the title for all time.
Source: Stephen Colbert’s Story of How He Met His Wife Is As Adorable As You’d Imagine
I don’t think my son is old enough to experience these complicated, deep fears, but I remember very clearly when they struck. I wonder how common this is across different cultures– how parents deal with these fears in their children– how I will handle this coming stage of my children’s intellectual development. Is this a problem that is ever truly resolved in us?
Source: Why We Never Die – The New York Times
A feedback question from James led us to discussing why we chose the languages we are learning right now.
From the email announcement about this podcast episode:
Do you think you’re a crazy person for learning a language?
Do you ever get asked why you would possibly spend your time doing this?
If you’re learning a language and you “don’t have to”, other people think you’re nuts.
Yep, totally bananas. And when you’re busy as hell and trying to sneak in 5 minutes of flashcards at the supermarket till, you may feel tempted to agree.
But I don’t think you’re crazy. I know how it feels when you first speak to someone in their own language and have genuinely made their day. It’s unbeatable to have that conversation in another language. It’s probably as close to space travel as most of us will come.
Interesting podcast and blog, which I have recently begun cluing into when a topic strikes my fancy. Something about the comparison between language learning and space travel (the transcendent perspective both activities promise perhaps) really struck a chord with me. From when I was very little up until I went to college I fantasized about space travel a lot, and even very seriously (to the point of visiting NASA headquarters in Washington D.C., my senior year of high school) considered pursuing a space-related career. Eventually, through the tough reality checks provided by my undergraduate education, however, I eventually landed on English and Linguistics as a course of study.
Am I just a BAD POLYMATH? How far do my abilities actually go to support my interests in these seemingly disparate subjects. Or is there some kernel of who I am that has subconsciously been pursuing a common thread all along this winding educational path. If so, what is that common thread exactly? And what if anything does this reflective exercise I am engaged in mean for me now, as an EFL teacher, and bilingual parent?
In any event I was happy to come across this beautiful comparison between language and space travel because, on the surface at least, it seems to tie up several of my loose ends. I have a lot of loose ends at the moment.
Source: Podcast Episode 36: But WHY!!! Would You Learn a Language? by Fluent Language
The Japanese toilet is said to be about “comfort, health, functionality,” but in America, the washlet with its bidet has not widely caught on.
Source: The Cult of the Toto Toilet – The New York Times