I spent my 22nd birthday in New York City, stayed a few blocks lower than where I used to live a few summers back as an intern, and bummed around with a friend who I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with.
Don’t worry! This project is real easy (there are only 4 steps lol). It’s basically a frame loom with little notches to keep you better organized.
Here’s what you’ll need:
The length of the pieces of the wood are up to you! But it’ll dictate the size and ratio of the weavings you’re able to make.
- 2 rectangular dowel rods (mine were 3/4in)
- 2 1in x 2 in pieces
- Jab saw
1. Take your two dowel rods and mark off every centimeter. I would leave some room on both ends of rod (I didn’t and it made it hard to drill in the nails towards the end).
Also! Make sure to line your two dowel rods up as you measure and mark so that the increments are exactly the same.
2. Then, take your jab saw and create little slits. Make these about half the depth of the dowel rod. You could use another type of saw, but I think a jab saw creates the ideal thickness for your notches. Remember to sand down the notches.
This is the most time consuming part! It’s annoying but you can do it!
3. Next, place your dowel rods on top and perpendicular to the 1in x 2 in pieces. Hold it down to keep both pieces in place, and drill through both pieces about the length of your nail.
4. Do this on all four corners. Then, take a screwdriver and secure your loom.
A May playlist coming at you the last week of the month because I don’t have my shit together.
Either way, here it is. It was really warm when I added most of these songs, so it really feel like a beginning of summer playlist. Which I guess for most of us it is!
Recently, I reported an incident of work place racism. My manager then proceeded to tell me all the wrong things. Literally all the things that you should not say!!!!!
As expected, nothing really changed, and I started to think about why I even felt the need to report it. After all, it was pretty mild racism. Probably a 3/10 on the racist comment scale. And I don’t think that I’m naive to the circumstances. I know that in any situation I face in life I am prone to hearing racist comments, I know that these instances of workplace racism are extremely ordinary, I know that reporting this to my supervisor is not going to create any sort of change within the system. But I still did it.
When you, as an employee, reach out to a supervisor because you’ve experienced some sort of office racism its pretty much just because you need a little validation that you are valued and respected. Most places in the world, I classify in my head as not-safe and I just wanted to mark where I worked as a safe space. The incident threw me off balance and I really just wanted somebody to say “That sucks and I’m sorry that this happened to you. I want you to know that you feeling safe and not being hassled by racist comments from other employees is important to me. And while I can’t promise you that this won’t happen again, I will do everything within my power to make sure that this workplace is an inclusive and safe space.”
Honestly this just made me realize that people on the management level need some general training on the right and wrong things to say when employees come to them with incidents of racism/sexism/other forms of bigotry because I really think that all we really need is a little reassurance.
If you’ve reported workplace racism to your supervisor and they told you all the wrong things than I will just tell you now. That sucks and I’m sorry that it happened to you! Feeling safe and not being hassled at work is really important and I hope that you find a workplace that is inclusive, welcoming, and safe. Love ya.
The playlist is a lil late this month. I’m obsessed with this song by Willow and also what is up with Frank Ocean releasing so much music right now. I’m not complaining, I feel very fortunate.
This is a repost from Yellow Peril, an ongoing project/ blog about Asian American narratives that I run with my friend Sue.
This project has been in the works in my head since about 2014. And now it’s finally real!!!
I’m very thankful for a tarot card I drew at work, and to Sue for giving me the final push that I needed (and for also agreeing to be my partner is this very vague and fuzzy project).
Yellow peril is a funny phrase to me, but that’s because I view and understand it from a place of privilege and from a context completely separate from its origin. For so long and for so many, yellow peril has been something that is very literal and threatening. Just a lil context, yellow peril was a phrase coined by sociologist Jacques Novikow in the 1890’s. It was rooted in the idea that East Asians, or Orientals as they used to call us, where an inherent threat to western culture, since we were primitive, greedy, children, but also had special powers (yes, very contradictory. I’m not sure how people made sense of this). Especially in the American context, the term has been the focus of so much propaganda that makes me feel some kind of way. It’s also very interesting to think about how we’re transformed from the fear of Yellow Peril to the model minority (an article topic that I’ve called dibs on).
Right now, I’m hoping we can use Yellow Peril for our own mobility. Lots of you, the future Yellow Peril family, have been asking me about what exactly the project entails and how to contribute.
Yellow Peril will be a chance for us to collect and catalog our stories and narratives: the things that we’re doing, feeling, or angry about. We want to collect the things that few seem interested in collecting because they are important, ever-changing, and right now. I come across little pockets of Asian American-ness in my life, and I want to create an anthology of those experiences. My hope is that we can document at least some of these moments and feelings, and meet some cool/empowered/loud Asian friends along the way. Right now, this project exists in the form of this blog where Sue and I will post stories, music, art, and rants that you send us. However, we have dreams of Yellow Peril taking different forms in the future.
I’ve been planning this trip to Boston since 2013 when we first started college. I’ve wasted a decent chunk of money on non-refundable tickets Four years later it finally happened. I realized when editing this that I only like to record certain things, usually food or like pretty stuff. Which is dumb because when I think about what I’ll remember from this trip, it’ll be different moments 😦
Honestly, you should be following Willow’s channel bc there’s songs there that I have trouble finding in other places. She’s such a gem I love her.