chiral conversations with Chun-Soon Li
From the monthly archives:
CClick the logo above to see a heated conversation generated by my post, “Say My Name” over at 8asians.com. How exciting! I’ll be a regular contributor to 8a, presenting the unique perspective of a thirty-something KAD with a fondness for comic books, one-eyed cats and maangchi.com (if you follow the recipe, the food will be delicious).
ooh check me out!
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“Nikamowin/Song” (2007, 11 min.) dir. Kevin Lee Burton
AAll NYC area residents, hear ye! This weekend marks the 30th annual Native American Film and Video Festival, held in downtown Manhattan over the course of four days. It ends on Sunday. Its 14 features and 43 shorts are by phone registration (think of it as a dinner reservation), or — if you want to try your luck during the day — on a first come basis. All of the screenings and talks are FREE. When’s the last time you got to view current Native American film? When’s the last film festival you attended that was FREE?
It’s at the National Museum of the American Indian.
The directions are here, the schedule is here.
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Monkey Bread gone terribly wrong
TThe Kitchen God, we are told, was once a wealthy farmer named Zhang who fell for a concubine at the expense, literally, of his dutiful wife. (In another version, he is a poor farmer who must sell his wife to pay off debt). Both versions of the story end with Zhang in a fallen state, his wife taking pity on and caring for him. Zhang, feeling humbled by her selfless devotion, jumps into the fiery hearth whereupon his ashes fly up toward heaven; the Jade Emperor appoints him Zao Jun, the Kitchen God, who descends from heaven at the end of the year to report on each family’s behavior. How exactly this Zhang qualifies for such a post is not clear to me: he was either a rich guy who wanted two women but failed to keep them happy, or a pimping husband. Of course, the storytellers are able to praise his wife’s piety, but it’s the farmer who heaven rewards.
I wanted to write a post about my latest attempt in the kitchen (see photo above for evidence) — but instead, you’ve only got this desultory ditty. I’m sorry.
I am not the Kitchen God’s wife.
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