THE TRUMP WALL IS AN ASIAN FAIL
I grew up under the principle of Asian Fail. It has informed me that the Trump Wall probably won't work because...we've tried it before.
Allow me to explain in the video.
-Ed.
I grew up under the principle of Asian Fail. It has informed me that the Trump Wall probably won't work because...we've tried it before.
Allow me to explain in the video.
-Ed.
Last week, I joined Martin Strong in studio on Roundhouse Radio 98.3FM Vancouver for his storyteller segment. I shared two stories: one about how my fortune telling father predicted the moment I was going to meet my wife, and being way too close to a tornado in St. Louis.
You can listen to the complete segment HERE.
Also, a few months ago at the Limestone Comedy Festival, I joined comedian Peter Heinz on his podcast "Who's Drinking What?". where I awkwardly made it through the entire podcast dedicated to craft beer by having just a Coca Cola, courtesy of my allergies.
You can listen to the episode below:
In conclusion, my dad is kinda creepy.
-Ed.
So recently at the 2016 TEDXYouth@Granville, all speakers and performers were told they had 15 minutes. So everyone followed the instructions and the talk went fabulously. Well, everyone but some idiot named Ed who did 25 minutes.
Good job to me. Enjoy the clip below.
-Ed.
Recently I had the chance to be on Ryan Lowery's In The Springs Podcast when I was in Colorado Springs. I talk about being the most anti-social social person ever. Check it out:
-Ed.
A few months ago, I shared a video of me performing at the Teen Angst Night, where I read from my grade 8 and grade 11 yearbooks. For those who missed it, here it is one more time:
In my yearbook manifesto, I mentioned a childhood friend, Brett Glosli, who kindly signed my yearbook, and as a ungrateful, angry teenager, I also wrote "Fuck Brett Glosli" for taking the time and leaving his autograph in my empty, lonely book. Although the performance brought back many memories, I thought nothing more of the incident since that night.
And then, as I sat stuck in an airport in Arkansas, this happened on Facebook:
Brett and I laughed about it over Facebook. He hasn't changed a bit. Still a good sport. Still kind like I always remembered. 20 years later, I reconnected with an old friend all because of a stupid comment I made on a silly yearbook. What seemed so trivial became something so beautiful. Sometimes it may seem impossible to believe that things happen for a reason, but sometimes it is also difficult to deny the opposite. It's nice to see you again, dear friend.
Oh, and I didn't forget to remind him:
-Ed.
I honestly had a difficult time writing this post.
I write and tell jokes. In the last year, I have posted a number of tweets poking fun of the lack of Asian representation on the big screen, and the ridiculousness of non-Asian actors playing the roles of Asians. Tweets such as these:
Like all things, the responses to these tweets were mixed. Some people found them funny, while others responded with a slew of grammatically incorrect tirade of discrimination. What made this post difficult to write, however, was not the bigotry that followed these jokes. It was one particular tweet, which I am copy and pasting in order to preserve the author's anonymity, that read:
"Why does it fucking matter so much?"
This was a legitimate question, and the legitimacy of this question is what made this post difficult to write. When it comes down to it, who plays what doesn't really matter. What face with associated to what character doesn't matter. None of this matters.
For you.
The minute I choose to accept another non-Asian Allison Ng or Major Kusanagi, the message I would be saying to Asian children and youths is that their skin colour, complexion and family background are not good enough to appear on the big screen. I would be showing the Asian kids that we are replaceable as people. I would be telling them to give up on their dreams. Now don't get me wrong, I am not saying white actors, or any other actors of any origin, don't struggle. We all struggle as people, in every goddamn profession. However, silence is not a privilege I can afford. What I am saying, especially to the generations to come, is this:
You do matter.
-Ed.