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an old necklace, a new life

an old necklace, a new life

December 30, 2011 |  Category:   life remembering

I have very few relics from my past, if anything – photos, records, old concert tees, clothes, yearbooks, artwork. My parents moved out of our childhood house when I was living on the West Coast and couldn’t bring a lot with them to the smaller apartment they were moving into at the time so I’m assuming most of my stuff got trashed since I wasn’t there to save anything.   I don’t miss much and in a way there’s something to be said of having to remember things from memory and not through material bits of old relics and ephemera, but I must admit, sometimes I miss the objects of my childhood, particularly my high school years (records!!!).   The… CONTINUE READING

what else can I say? Thank you Steve Jobs

what else can I say? Thank you Steve Jobs

October 6, 2011 |  Category:   life remembering

It goes without saying that not a day goes by that I don’t have some kind of Apple product in my hand. I spend more time with my computer than probably anything else in my life. Steve Jobs and Apple have impacted my life in ways I can’t even fully comprehend – the way I work and create, the way I capture my children on video and in photos, the way I communicate and share, and most notably in my 16 year career as a designer. I’m part of a generation who didn’t grow up with computers. Other than those early gaming consoles like Atari and ColecoVisions, we didn’t have a computer when I was a kid. I remember somewhere… CONTINUE READING

first best friends

first best friends

July 12, 2011 |  Category:   friends life outings remembering

We had a reunion of sorts last week. Some old friends of ours who moved away to Australia 4 years ago finally came back to Brooklyn for a visit. The younger siblings were just babies when our friends moved away, but Mia and her old friend could not have been more excited to see each other after all those years. Quite honestly, we’re all sort of surprised at how much the girls remember. They were only 3 when they parted, but they still often refer to each other as best friends. I don’t think any of us really knew what to expect as each girl had built up the moment so much as the week of their visit drew near,… CONTINUE READING

…and the rest of coney island

…and the rest of coney island

June 23, 2011 |  Category:   life nyc outings remembering

If you’re a longtime reader, then you might remember that 2nd photo from one of the earliest posts on this blog exactly 3 years ago. The years go by fast doesn’t it? And in that post about Coney Island I waxed nostalgic about the impending demise of Astroland, though every year the historic amusement park seemed to steal time by managing to stay open another year. But the park did close 4 months after that photo was taken and last year a new park opened in its place. I’m not a huge fan of amusement parks, but of course as a kid I thought they were the greatest things in the world. Growing up, our amusement park jam was the… CONTINUE READING

roadtripping

roadtripping

June 14, 2011 |  Category:   life remembering travels

It’s been a good 8 or 9 years since I did a proper road trip and this drive down to North Carolina was probably as close to a road trip as I’ve taken since then. As tedious as it is to sit that long in a confined space (and doing it with kids probably brings on a whole new dimension to the word “patience”), there is something really lovely, really romantic, even really American, about seeing parts of the country from the windshield of your car (as a side note, Mia kept track of all the different license plates we saw on the road during our drive from NY to NC and back, and we tallied up plates from 40… CONTINUE READING

The Bunnymen and An eighties sort of Friday

The Bunnymen and An eighties sort of Friday

May 16, 2011 |  Category:   life nyc remembering

I used to live here. That doorway where the woman is standing? 128 St. Mark’s Place, right around the corner from Avenue A. It was a crappy 400 square foot garden level studio that was 3 blocks away from art school and a centrally located meeting point for all the East Village characters in my life back then. Funny, but I realized that I hadn’t walked on this stretch of St. Mark’s in well over a decade. It’s really hard to walk around this neighborhood and not feel a lot of nostalgia, but Friday it felt fitting to walk down those streets that at one time felt like home, but now often feels so removed from what it was like… CONTINUE READING

mothers

mothers

May 13, 2011 |  Category:   family life parenting remembering

I meant to write this post for Mother’s Day, but it was pretty nice not dealing with the internet or this blog or twitter or facebook for a couple of days over the weekend. I recommend it. Now that the girls are a bit older, I sometimes imagine what kind of mother/daughter relationship I’ll have with the girls when they’re both adults. Will we be close? Will they feel like they can come and talk to me? Will they feel like I can understand them? Relate to them? Be there for them? And then I ask myself the same questions about my mom. It’s such an interesting journey, that relationship with your mother. My relationship with my girls are still… CONTINUE READING

neither one, or the other

neither one, or the other

March 24, 2011 |  Category:   family favorite posts growing up half life me remembering

When I wrote that Tiger Mom related post last month, I was reminded of the identity struggles I grew up with as a first generation Asian-American. I often felt that I was straddling between 2 cultures, never completely one nationality or the other. Often I felt like I was expected to behave one way with my family, which sometimes conflicted with what I felt was the “American” way of doing things. I’m a US citizen, but I wasn’t born here. I came to NYC in the 70s with my dad when I was 3 and reunited with my mom who had already been working here as a nurse for 2 years when she left Korea when I was a year… CONTINUE READING

the ny parties of my youth

the ny parties of my youth

February 24, 2011 |  Category:   nyc remembering

I’m not much of a party goer these days, but I was thinking about all the various parties that I went to when I was younger in school. Those all night parties were epic, particularly when you were 18 and living on your own. At the time, you felt like you knew it all at that age, but of course when you look back, 18 seems so young, a child really. I didn’t even intend on moving out of my childhood home in Queens when I first went to college. The intention was to commute every day with my best friend who had also gotten into the same art school as me. We would drive in her hand-me-down yellow car,… CONTINUE READING

who needs Tiger Mom when you have stereotypes to fulfill?

who needs Tiger Mom when you have stereotypes to fulfill?

February 10, 2011 |  Category:   family parenting rambling remembering

Blah blah, Tiger Mom, blah blah. After reading the WSJ excerpts, every X/Y generation Asian-American comes forward with their own war stories! Westerners are appalled! It’s old news by now so why do I bring this up now? I admit that I didn’t read the original article till rather recently. I snorted and dismissed it when I saw how the article was titled: “Why Chinese Mothers are Superior”. But then you know, a rap song came out…and parodies… and memes, so I finally followed a link and read the essay (here you go if you’ve been living under a rock). None of it was shocking, but not because I was raised by a Tiger mom (this phrase is seriously cringe-worthy,… CONTINUE READING

this is the brooklyn we live in, this is the brooklyn I remember

this is the brooklyn we live in, this is the brooklyn I remember

January 17, 2011 |  Category:   life nyc remembering

When I was in my 20s, moving around from house to house, apartment to apartment, from city to city was a standard way of life. Like many people that age, I don’t think I ever lived in a single place for more than a year. 2 years spent in a single home or neighborhood was rare and by the end of that stint, the itch for a change would be overwhelming and it was time to move again. It’s really hard to fathom settling down in one place when you’re in your 20s. This year is officially the year that we’ll call our current apartment home longer than any place either of us have lived outside of our childhood homes.… CONTINUE READING

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