What a Nightmare!

This past week Americans have united in bashing UCLA's Alexandra Wallace for her, admittedly, rude and ignorant critique of "Asian" mannerisms. Allegedly infamous mannerisms that include the terrible sins of bonding with family over shared duties and communicating on those satanic little devices we call phones. No buddy else uses them really, or ever talks too loudly. This behavior is relegated only to those of Oriental appearance and descent.

This controversy has left in its wake an outpouring of angsty You-Tube videos, and other college students sadly and slowly shaking their heads. "Thank you American education," I heard one of my friends say.

What I'm frankly more concerned about is the American portrayal of Chinese education. I saw this political commercial play during the Rachel Ray show this past Wednesday, and stopped mid-bite of Dannon Peach Lite Yogurt and Granny Smith apples to turn up the volume.

This advertisement depicts Chinese people as not our fellow global citizens, but our conniving competition. They have been study our failures, it implies. They have worked since the dawn of history to watch for the flaws of other great empires (like ours, clearly- we put it up there with the Romans after all) and have been waiting for us to fall. Now the own our debt. They own us. They are the enemy, and a victorious one.

This commercial (which followed the Morning News, I might add) breeds ignorance and ethnocentrism. Its rhetoric is powerful, and pathos driven- reaching down the shadowy fears kept in bottoms of American hearts and wallets. Logos wise- it's disgusting. And poorly constructed- note how the wording implies that previous ancient empires also had problems with deficit spending and providing adequate health care.


 Don't even get me started on the ethos of this commercial. On television it was aired without translation- the climax is Chinese laughing at the problems of Americans; the audience is purposely kept out of their dialogue. the imagination is allowed- no- encouraged to run wild. It intends to isolate and scare the viewer- a manipulation of American fears against a people who clearly look and speak differently than the conventional middle class WASP.

And this commercial stings! If this is a commonplace on any grounds, no wonder we have comments like those of Ms. Wallace making head lines. My point is perhaps the uncouth ranting of one beach blond isn't what our real concern should be. If we condone such ignorance in a more professional form, like this commercial, are we not as bad ourselves? Would our silence in response to the attitudes in this ad, to much of the world,  appear as a quiet agreement?

Poking Fun at PP

All you have do do is type "bad powerpoints" into youtube.com's search bar and you get a slew of related videos: powerpoints on how to make powerpoints, failed powerpoints, and gag powerpoints galor.


How many of us had seen these sort of presenters. Just to awkward to bare- you're embarressed for them. Unprepared and utterly uncomfortable presenting. A skit, true, but it typifies many powerpoint fails.

How many errors can you find?
My favorite, by far, are the comedic remarks on the subject. Just like the page 426: Highlighting How Not To Use Powerpoint, this stand-up routine series points out many of the quirky contridictions of PP use:

And this one is sadly, a real powerpoint so bad it is nearly a mockery of itself:

Perhaps the speaker had a very detailed and interesting speech to fill in the...erm...gaps in understanding within these slides. Or maybe a screenshot of an English weather-cast can really convey more information than what I seem to be getting. An example of graphics left to speak on their own...and largely remain silent.

Bad powerpoints are embarressing, perhaps because the mistakes are so easy to avoid than once you know and recognize them, they become blaringly obvious in other presentations. Or maybe I'm just bias against the Unite Kingdom (England).*


*false, the UK is more than just England, but also Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. Maybe fact check the first slide of your presentation. Just sayin'.

In the Spirit of Spiritual Conversation

I expected to be turned away right away. I wouldn't even want to talk to me, I thought. I've always dreaded these sort of people, these sort of conversations. Now here I was, on the other side of them.

For my mission trip in Philadelphia over break we surveyed people in the area of the city (Manayunk) where my youth group (ACF or Alliance Christian Fellowship), would be planting a new church (CityLight). We were to go up to people- on the street, at a park, in a mall- and ask them some questions. Simple enough right?

Are you a local here? Do you consider yourself a spiritual person? What do you think of Christianity? If you are Christian, describe your faith like. Likes and dislikes of the church? And so on.

Some people flat out said they would not discuss faith. Others, like one girl leaning against the wall outside a Hollister, said they were too busy to talk at the moment. At first I was annoyed by their apathy of flat out refusal to talk. I wasn't trying to convert them, I huffed. I just wanted to know why they thought what they thought.

Talking about spiritual beliefs, even in a non-argumentative way, requires are risk because it requires commitment. If you state your beliefs you risk being asked to stand behind them. Why? That dreaded question.

When prompted about their faith (if they did answer, which many did) they commonly said things like: "My family was such and such," or "I was raised so and so." Or, in one case "You know what enlightenment is, eh? Well, at 18 I experienced that." ...still not sure what to make of the last one.

But the overwhelming things seemed to be people didn't understand why they believed what they did. I wonder how far this expands not just beyond religion but into politics, philosophies, morals and even daily choices like coffee vs tea. Why? And more importantly, why are we so afraid to answer?

Oscar Awkward...

Didja watch the Oscars? Didja?

If not, here's a quick summary:

But it's no who won (I hadn't seen half these movies, I'll admit) that interested me as much as what the winner said. Thanks, a few tears, some humble platitudes- and nothing really beyond what's to be expected. But how they said it! The best manner of delivery seems to be extemporaneous. Those who appeared both candid and sincere, yet well-prepared (like Natalie Portman) gave good speeches. But the ones who spoke in an importune manner, or even with note cards- they seemed more stilted and confused. Less honest, less genuine. (like Colleen Atwood).
The confidence and decorum with which one delivers makes a big difference.
In our speeches last week, our grades depended on good delivery. But in the Oscars, one's reputation is at stake.

And remember- when in doubt- auto tune: