Showing posts with label Jeremy Lin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeremy Lin. Show all posts

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Mindhive: Jeremy Lin, Downton Abbey, Justified

This week's cultural touchstones are pretty much reflected in two topics that invariably arise in conversation: Jeremy Lin and Downton Abbey.

About the first, I will say, bravo mon ami Jeremy, thank you for single-handedly reviving interest in pro basketball and, by expediting an agreement between Time Warner and MSG, basically brokering world peace. Yes, the Knicks lost, finally, but they had to sometime, and thus let some steam out of the balloon. It's been fun, anyway.

And DA: I have not watched it. You heard me. At least yet. I KNOW it's a great show, so don't go lecturing me about how it's Gossip Girl but a hundred years earlier. I will probably get to it on dvd, but it ain't happenin' right now.

Clearly I am among the show's demographic because, to a person, I am asked conspiratorially whether I saw this week's episode. It seems extra saucy to people that it ran at the same time as the Grammys, as if dvr's were never invented. No offense, but who actually watches tv livetime now? I say that with the same certitude folks have toward me and DA. See, I can't even say the whole name it annoys me so much.
I feel like I should make a t-shirt that on the back says

LIN
17

and on the front says:

No, I don't watch
Downton Abbey

but I'm afraid it would only fuel the fire.


Top priority for me? Justified, on FX and dvd. Seeing how Graham Yost and Timothy Olyphant have actually plucked meat from the new Raylan novel, which sings clearly in Elmore Leonard's slangy syntax while seemingly drawing mutually from previous Justified plot lines and characters.


The last episode (3.5) actually went much farther visually than expected with the implications of organ removal on poor Dewey Crowe. But even such ick-inducing scenarios as that, or how Raylan shoots one person (a woman, at that) through another, are treated with dash and humor in this show's hands.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Grades of Asian

Even now, in one of the most diverse cities and times, people I've just met find it perfectly acceptable to immediately ask "where are you from?" The correct answer would be "New York now, raised in Connecticut, born in New Rochelle," but that's not what they want to hear. 

They say, "You know what I mean. Originally..." (Duh. Of course, I'm not stupid, I'm Asian.) "Your family." That would be China, two and three generations ago. Because I'm Asian-American, I'm immediately tagged who-knows-how-many ways. And I'm hesitant to turn the tables, because for the most part, I don't care/it doesn't matter, and I find it sort of rude. As if by virtue of being Asian it's part of my duty to disclose personal facts that have little to do with the conversation at hand.

But of course, when it comes to Jeremy Lin, it cuts both ways. The Lin-nomenon that exploded this past week to grab the spotlight from the Giants' Superbowl win. (Go Giants!) Lin, essentially a bench warmer for the Knicks, stepped in for the team’s two absent stars, and has scored career highs in four subsequent games. He happens to be Asian and a Harvard grad, two facts that clash mightily with his presence in the NBA. I've felt some strange, overwhelming pride about Lin that seems to be preverbal.

Upending cultural stereotypes is pretty great, but what is stranger is that he has somehow sparked this soporific team to win, and give its fans something to root for. It's also a reason to make up dumb puns, and apply any old Asian-related chestnut that comes to mind, like Kung Fu or Emperor Lin. Yeah, go ahead and sum up the largest race in the world with one stupid phrase that has little to do with the individual, for your convenience. We're not offended because we're smarter and work harder than everybody and you can't tell us apart. Seriously.

Okay, this just in, a Spike tweet: "NBA celebrates Black History Month By Profile-Lin Jeremy Lin and Abraham LINcoln. INSANE." All is forgive-Lin.