Asian American Eves Photo Shoot; Baby Boy Thoughts
Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar?
It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point,
and in that I learn of him.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sorry, my service has been down for the past couple of weeks. I’m gonna switch from rayhom.com to asian-america.com (yes, it’s finally coming…) as my main server. Without bogging you cute gals and ugly guys with all the tech jargon (sometimes I don’t even know what I’m sayin’… especially when I talk to myself), let’s just say it’s time for me to get down to business about my future projects.
Asian American Eves:
The Photo Shoot 07.21.01
Last Saturday, July 21, 2001, was a fun, successful, and historical moment as we did the photo shoot for the Asian American Eves for my upcoming asian-america.com. Yes, after long delays and dealing with bureaucratic interns (well, I need some current relative excuse), the site will be up soon. Thank you all for your patience. You are such a morale group of people.
If any of you haven’t checked out John Singleton’s Baby Boy yet, you should be taken out and shot. And if you come back from the dead, you should be exorcised. And if you still annoyingly hang around, at least haunt your nearest favorite theater and check out this flick.
I know, ya’ll saying,”Tyrese? An actor?” I’ve heard many of times from a lot of you gals out there that smack and slurp your lips when you speak about him. In Baby Boy, he gets nekkid and does what nature calls for… I hope that motivates ya’ll to go see it. But let’s clear the air. That is not why I saw this movie, okay?! I’ve always admired John Singleton’s work. I don’t have to explain Boyz-N-Da-Hood. But I liked the Coming-Of-Age characters that are portrayed in his films like Poetic Justice and Higher Learning. (In an interview once, Singleton explained his inspiration from George Lucas’s American Graffiti, which is another great Coming-Of-Age flick.) The Coming-Of-Age years always seemed liked the beginning of an epiphany for most… from child to Man, from girl to Woman… the hardest days when you learn to humble yourself when you realize, as Socrates would say, you “know nothing”. Sorry, I’m going off tangent here…
Which brings me to a question: Where are Asian Americans with their Coming-Of-Age stories? I know they’re out there. I hear you gals and guys speak everyday. I hear you all speak of your relationships with mates, friends, and family… I hear you all speak about how you use to be and how it is now and how you wish it to be… I hear you all talk about the shit you all go through, who’s loyal and who fucked you over, who you are fucking and who you are making love to… I hear of all of you having confused and struggling thoughts about life, for meaning, and the criticism/praise of a God or gods… So, I call on all Asian American artists, writers, filmmakers to courageously (as well as humorously…) tell their stories… We have an audience that hungers for a mirror…
What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say,’This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!’ Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer,’Never have I heard anything more divine’?
We shall meet again…