The Secret Asian Man's Grand Unification Theory

I have a Facebook account, and Facebook has a function that produces a list of the things you posted on Facebook on that particular day in previous years. Today Facebook reminded that I'd posted the following a number of year ago while my mother was still alive, but suffering from dementia: " for those of you not celebrating mothers day for whatever reasons, have as good a day as you can." I've already gone into some detail about the relationship I had with my mother in a post titled "Narcissism". The reality was that I really never celebrated Mothers Day as much as simply observed it by doing the bare minimum to claim that I'd fulfilled any inherent obligation expected of a loving respectful son - two adjectives I wouldn't use to define the ambivalence I've struggled with most of my life. I mourn that I never had a chance to have a meaningful conversation with my mother that would have helped me gain some sense of closure in terms of our fractur...

I switched to an internet browser resulting in Micro-trash throwing up various internet links on each new page before I choose a URL hoping to get me to click on the link by appealing to my apparent interest based on my browser history and other data mining procedures.  They eventually figured out that I'm of Asian heritage and today included a number of links all addressing the Asian American experience in some way. I clicked on a few and began to itch a bit when I saw that these articles/links were written by Asian American women. The first article was about an angry Korean woman's story about how her sense of shame contributed to becoming an Asian American activist. What I find alarming was her placing all the "blame" for that shame on White America; she seems to be completely oblivious to how shame based Asian cultures are, and especially oblivious to how her own specific culture has a unique sense of shame called "han" which I will attempt to describe a...

My first car was a BMW, but this acronym will refer to becoming more whole as this process continues.  This is a continuation of learning how much one of my autistic students looks forward to spending time with me. It's occurred to me that I've compartmentalized how I give of myself. I have no expectations of reciprocity when it comes to serving people making dinner for the homeless every week, and of course, these students are paying for my time (for which I get a relatively meager percentage, but that's entirely another story) but when it comes to socializing, my approach is a lot more transactional, as in "what's in it for me?" - in particular when dancing is involved.   The thing is, where social partner dancing is involved. the 'better' partner is the one better able to compensate for their partner's shortcomings, so all things being equal, the less experienced partner ends up being the one who has the more enjoyable experience while the other...