I arrived at Justin Trudeau’s Dad’s Airport in the evening. I scanned my US passport at a machine. The machine took my photo and gave me a slip of paper. I walked to the bearded uniformed white man seated at a podium and gave him my passport and paper. He asked:

• Why are you coming here?
• Do you have any friends and family here?
• Do you have anyone travelling with you?
• Where are you staying?
• How long are you staying?
• What do you plan on doing?

I responded:

• Vacation.
• No.
• No.
• Le Plateau…

It’s a miracle.

(L to R) Chan Is Missing, In Between Days, Gook

In an ideal world, I wouldn’t give a shit about Crazy Rich Asians. I’d be hazily drifting through post-collegiate underemployment, rereading Murakami novels and halfheartedly attempting to quit drinking coffee, until around noon when I get a headache and make myself three cups and stay up till two in the morning reading Wikipedia articles about ethnic cleansing.

But alas, I am an Asian-American with free time and an internet connection and Hollywood hasn’t made a movie with an all-Asian cast since The Joy Luck Club 25 years ago, so I’ve spent the past week or so reading about Crazy Rich…

We live in strange times. A man at a desk in a building outside the capital of a nation signed a sheet of paper. A 65-year-old mother of an Army sergeant was put in handcuffs; a daughter wishing to visit her terminally ill mother was denied entry; a husband was separated from his wife; an estimated 60,000 legally issued visas were revoked — all with the stroke of a pen.

I’ve seen that phrase (“stroke of a pen”) in article after article, often accompanied by the precise time (Friday, January 27, 2017, 4:42 p.m.) and location (The Pentagon, Alexandria, Virginia)…

On the uneasy similarities between Christian and secular music

Christian music is the “easiest, crappiest music in the world,” says Eric Cartman in the South Park episode “Christian Rock Hard.” “If we just play songs about how much we love Jesus,” he continues, “all the Christians will buy our crap!”

I’ve never been a fan of Christian music. Growing up in a church, I had trouble differentiating between one acoustic guitar-driven, three-cord rock song and the next, with lyrics that seemed to be randomly assembled from a grab bag of Christianese buzzwords. …

Boen Wang

MFA candidate in nonfiction at the University of Pittsburgh. Read more at boen.cool

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