Enyaraya!

While I was in Seattle, I got a chance to do a little research at the University of Washington. Their library is huge and intimidating, yet everyone was wonderfully accommodating. In their Special Collection area I was able to go through two volumes of Japanese school readers from 1908 and 1903. Near the end of …

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I have never watched Buffy

Now, that doesn't mean I won't at some indefinite time in the future. The only reason for not having watched it thus far is that it came out at the same time I was edging into my thirties and felt the need to distance myself from my own teen angst. The reason I bring this …

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Lies I Tell Myself: Week $$%#$@#

I had started with good intentions, truly. But like all things that crash and burn, the flame of inspiration is the start. As I'm nearing the end of my time in the Masters program, I am beginning to look forward: to a PhD program, to the GREs, to the continued deferral of my undergrad student …

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Jam Tomorrow

In Dirlek's attempt to pinpoint the era of postcolonialism in his essay "The Postcolonial Aura", he suggests three definitions: "literal description of conditions in formerly colonial societies [...] "global condition after the period of colonialism" and lastly, "a discourse on the above-named conditions" (563-64).  Over the last weeks, we have focused on the last, learning …

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Resistance is futile

The word I keep coming back to is assimilate. Like a long ago episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, “assimilate” is not only the command of The Borg, it is, in their mind, the inevitable duty of all species in the galaxy. And in both Pérez-Sánchez and Puar essays, I felt that assimilation was …

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It’s not about the head scarf, it’s about who decides the head scarf must be worn.

If this were a film blog, I'd love to talk about the sound design in Persepolis. The ominous sounds of the tanks as they moved in, the wheels of the bicycle as the children chased after it, the frantic footsteps as the young men were chased across the roof; if you weren't wearing headphones while …

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None are named “All of You”

Note: I apologize to my classmates for missing last week's discussion. My time management skills apparently had not yet returned from break. I have since forcibly extracted them from the void and, battered as they are, am working diligently to get them ship-shape. Considering the time-stamp on this post, they are still a little...disgruntled. Language is like …

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“Because he’s naked and ashamed”

Your listening for this post: When I read Dr. Clemens' post about this week's reading, I was worried that "the most depressing book they have read" consensus of Nawal El Saadawi's Woman at Point Zero would unduly influence me. It prepared me, in some ways, to build up a wall against what I might find. Thankfully, Saadawi's …

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