Notes from Taiwan, vol. III

It appears that I'm too soft for academia. Or maybe I just shouldn't listen to Cat Power while researching.

Reading about, writing about, and talking about politics and history is much more emotionally taxing than I thought it would be-- I've got friends interviewing recovering heroin addicts for their theses and telling me how harrowing their stories can be, but I'm feeling a little more than distressed myself just reading about the political and ideological tussles (past and present) that have been going on for the last hundred or so years over my favorite North Pacific island. One can't help but feel that one's unborn thesis will just be another useless pile of junk to be added to the Great China-Taiwan Cross-Strait Debate.

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In lieu of having an available adviser to suggest potential avenues of inquiry or new resources, I've stumbled upon a curious and largely Caucasian community of academics and Sinophiles (is this derogatory?)--foreign bloggers living in Taiwan and writing political commentary on the issues of the day and, from those newer to life in Asia, the funny things they've eaten since arriving. They've all read up on their Chinese, Japanese, and general East Asian history, and some of them have lived in Asia much longer than I have. Their posts (on issues, for instance, like the mess at CKS), often draw impassioned comments in broken English from native Chinese and Taiwanese. These folks often end up battling each other fiercely while the Academic Sinophiles periodically insert their factual bits to calm the waters and remind everyone to be civil (smiley face smiley face wink ~~ I hate emoticons). Case in point: a post on the DPP's name rectification movement by Roy Berman (alias Mutantfrong), evidently a scholar studying in Japan who once lived in Taiwan. Reading the comment war that follows makes me cringe, realizing that these are truly arguments that people have every day; it also makes me think of all those videos of Taiwanese legislators throwing fists in parliament sessions. (YouTube it if you're curious. "Taiwanese legislators fighting" will do. These videos also come with strings of sad and entertaining comments.)

(Oh, and I'm not actually using blogs in the place of research. Really.)

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On a slightly related note, another thing one finds a lot in blogs and opinion columns are revelations about the Asian American woman's identity crisis: the one in which they realize that for all practical purposes, they are not American-looking, and will always fall into those good old-fashioned Oriental aesthetic stereotypes--almond eyes, petite frames, high cheekbones. My revelation this time around is not really about being or becoming someone's Asian fetish, although recently, a Google sponsored link assured me that there are good people out there actively making sure that everyone's Asian fetishes and green card needs are being satisfied--that URL was under the link "Taiwanese penpals wanted."

What I was surprised by this time was that I often smile at non-Asian people when passing them in the street. It's a habit I have in America with everyone, but I do it here because of a few faulty assumptions: a) I assume that if they're not Asian, they're American, or otherwise, speak English; b) I assume that if they're American, or speak English, they will recognize this as a familiar and friendly gesture; c) I assume they would welcome a friendly gesture from a fellow American or English-speaking person, especially if they look particularly lost or concerned; of course, that all depends on d) I assume that I look "American." But, oh wait, I don't, so the big revelation is that maybe all those foreigners have thought I was trying to subtly hit on them. Can one do this just with a glance?

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And on the Ultimate side, World Ultimate competition is going on right now, without my participation, of course. I hope those basketball-playing Taiwanese girls are doing alright, but to be honest and selfish, I hope even more that Michael Hu and his friends are regretting not taking another female player (cue my shaking fist). Renegade Province has begun its training for the Singapore Open in earnest though, and in some strange turn of events, I find myself again in the place of a reluctant handler. They tell me most mixed teams round these parts like to have a female back, but I haven't found this to be the case necessarily in American mixed, so I don't really know what the reasoning is.

The boys out here (as, perhaps, with certain Cantabrigian mixed teams) must sometimes be reminded that they should respect their female players for what they can do. In the interest of such reminding, I embarrassed the heck out of one of my friends last Sunday. He is about 1 foot and some inches taller than I am and so thought he could play arrogant by poaching, marking lazy, and trying to throw an easy break around my head. I responded by scoring deep, throwing a backhand break for the assist, and kickblocking the crap out of him, respectively. He took it well, I think.