• All About a Boy

    On March 3, 1978, in the only hospital in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, I was born into this world kicking and screaming, and my parents often remind me that I haven't changed much since. I choose to take that as a compliment. My kicking and screaming isn't a vulgar retaliation against the injustices of this world that have caused me great suffering and misfortune, for I've lived a truly blessed life. Wonderful parents, wonderful siblings, wonderful friends. I even had a wonderful dog once, but he ran away. And I've had my fair share of wonderful experiences. My kicking and screaming is a celebration of life, a manifestation of the joy I feel for being alive. It's a manic urge to express myself through a number of mediums in loud, bright colors that say "Thank you God for blessing me with so much!" Not to say that I don't paint gloomier themes in darker colors sometimes, as manic urges are just one part of an alternating cycle of highs and lows. I'm sure a graph of my life would alternate erratically back and forth across that central axis that represents "normality", but I can say truthfully that I'm happy the curves of my life have never become lines, especially ones that rest flat on that central axis. I plan to go on kicking and screaming when I can, and when I can't, in those periods of self-reflection and soul-searching that I sometimes desperately crave, I hope to learn how to kick harder and scream louder. Not to lash out, but to be heard. Not to hurt, but to help. To change. And to create.

    That's my deepest desire, my one true driving energy. To create. And a tortuous, sometimes agonizing path it has been to discovering how best to create. It's a path I'll most likely spend my entire life stumbling down, discovering new outlets for my creative urges as I go. I see a lot of Vincent van Gogh in me. Not that I'll ever have his talent (although he'd be the first to argue that talent can be a very subjective thing), or necessarily find that one medium of expression to so faithfully, and painfully, pursue, but I feel that same feverish drive to create at times, and I've seen how it can lead me to both great joy and misery, often simultaneously. And to think I was once an aspiring engineer. Oh, the roads we travel in life. Never knowing the way because we never know the final destination.

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EWC Beijing Alumni Conference

Posted on 09/04/2012
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Every two years the East-West Center, a Honolulu-based Asia-Pacific research institute that funded my M.A. studies in Hawaii, holds an alumni conference biennially somewhere in Asia. Having served as the official photographer for the last three conferences (Hanoi in 2006, Bali in 2008, and Honolulu in 2010), I almost had to miss the conference this time around despite it being held here in Beijing. Another job in Los Angeles came up at the same time as the conference, but the week before the conference the job dates got pushed back, so I was able to join my dear friends as they gathered from all over Asia to pose for my camera. Ok, so they actually came for the booze and partying, not my camera. But alas it’s nice to think they enjoy having me blind them at every conference with my rapidly firing flash. When it causes them to trip and fall I just blame it on the booze of course.

This year’s conference featured yellow dancing dragons, a dapper US ambassador, loquacious Chinese technocrats, a cute 6-year-old who stole my wife’s heart, and the usual crowd of rambunctious older alumni who can actually afford to come attend the conferences. Fortunately a dozen or so of the younger crowd I knew from my time at EWC made it to Beijing for the conference as well, including my good friend Wilmar who I hadn’t seen since a 2007 visit to LA. We commemorated our reunion with a “special” picture on the Great Wall together, and by special many of you know what I mean. There is a reason that picture didn’t make it onto the website.

The next conference location has yet to be fully decided, but it looks like it might be a tossup between Manila, Okinawa, and Seoul. I’m hoping to be there for my fifth alumni conference in a row!

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