Friday, November 8, 2019

Centrists, Progressives and Europhobia

Centrists, Progressives and Europhobia

Who’s out of touch with reality, again?
Opinion Columnist
Credit...Jordan Gale for The New York Times
Will the Democratic presidential nomination go to a centrist or a progressive? Which choice would give the party the best chance in next year’s election? Honestly, I have no idea.
One thing I can say, however, is that neither centrism nor progressivism is what it used to be.
There was a time when arguments between centrists and progressives were framed as debates between realism and idealism. These days, however, it often seems as if the centrists, not the progressives, are out of touch with reality. Indeed, sometimes it feels as if centrists are Rip Van Winkles who spent the last 20 years in a cave and missed everything that has happened to America and the world since the 1990s.
You can see this in politics, where Joe Biden has repeatedly declared that Republicans will have an “epiphany” once Donald Trump is gone, and once again become reasonable people Democrats can deal with. Given the G.O.P.’s scorched-earth politics during the Obama years, that’s a bizarre claim.
From The New York Times

Monday, November 4, 2019

The Korean Secret to Happiness and Success: "Nunchi"

The Korean Secret to Happiness and Success

With “nunchi,” all you need is your eyes, your ears and a quiet mind.
Ms. Hong is a journalist who writes about Korean culture. 
Credit...Hannah K. Lee
I was born in the United States and raised in an English-speaking household. My parents spoke Korean with each other — it was great for secret conversations — but not with me and my siblings. Nonetheless, some Korean words were impossible to escape.
One of the first I learned was “nunchi”— literally translated, “eye-measure.” Nunchi is the art of sensing what people are thinking and feeling, and responding appropriately. It’s speed-reading a room with the emphasis on the collective, not on specific individuals. It might be the most important word I ever learned.
Click here to see the entire article by Euny Hong in The New York Times
From The New York Times, 11/02/19

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Is Tiger already the GOAT without 18 majors?

Randall’s Rant: Is Tiger already the GOAT without 18 majors?

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You don’t need to be a world class litigator to make a convincing case that Tiger Woods is already the greatest player of all time.
The argument is laid out in the formidable nature of the foes strewn in his path.
The guy is golf’s version of Keanu Reeves blowing past an onslaught of enforcers in the John Wick movies.
With his 82 PGA Tour titles, Woods has Nicklaus, Hogan, Palmer, Nelson, Casper, Hagen, Mickelson, Sarazen, Middlecoff and Watson in his rearview mirror. He’ll have Snead behind him with his next title, which doesn’t seem such a daunting task with the form Woods showed tying Snead’s victory mark in Japan.

Friday, October 25, 2019

What Andrew Yang Means

How to interpret the staying power of a long-shot presidential candidate.

By October 25, 2019
I winced — just a bit — the first time I heard Andrew Yang deploy what would become his most reliable applause line. We were in the warehouse of a newspaper in rural New Hampshire in February, and, in front of several dozen white folks, he delivered his now-familiar refrain: “The opposite of Donald Trump is an Asian man who likes math!"

As a wave of laughter rolled through the room, lingering a few beats longer than the joke probably deserved, I watched the faces in the crowd exude relief, even gratitude, over the permission they’d just been granted to treat the good-at-math-Asian-guy stereotype as benign, even funny. For the crowd, the joke was cathartic, releasing a tension most would not have quite known they were feeling before he dispelled it. By leaning into the stereotype, Yang effectively said: Remind me — why should I be on the defensive about this?

Outlook • Perspective
Wesley Yang is a columnist for Tablet and the author of “The Souls of Yellow Folk.” Follow @wesyang
The line is now shouted in unison by the boisterous crowds he draws to his rallies. Members of the #YangGang, as his admirers are known, are among the most energized factions supporting any presidential candidate on social media: They wear blue hats and shirts emblazoned with “MATH” — an acronym for the slogan Make America Think Harder. They chant “PowerPoint,” and they pumped $10 million into Yang’s coffers in the third quarter of this year, putting a once-unknown candidate who’s never held elective office ahead of multiple governors and members of Congress in fundraising, and he’s tied for sixth place with 3 percent support among those planning to vote in the 2020 primaries and caucuses, according to the most recent Economist-YouGov poll.

Click to see the entire article in The Washington Post

From The Washington Post

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Thursday, October 24, 2019

Eulogy on Doris and Dick Feaster Passing

Eulogy on Doris and Dick Feaster Passing
By Yong Chul Shin, October 18, 2019

Richard  Carnwath FeasterDoris "Happy" Feaster

         Richard Carnwath Feaster              Doris "Happy" Feaster

When Jill Feaster LePan told me last Wednesday, October 15, 2019, the passing of her mother Doris in February and father Dick Feaster two weeks ago, whom I have known for over 65 years, the images of my entire adult life were streaming through my mind.

I met Dick for the first time not long after the Armistice of Korean War in 1953 through my older brother Youn Choul Shin who worked for then Marine Captain Richard Feaster at ASCOM (Army Service Command) located in my hometown Bupyoung, Incheon Korea. He had shown such special affinity to my brother that Dick gave him some information about his family in the United States. My brother gave me that data when I came to New York in 1966 to look for him. With that I was so lucky to find Dick in Moorestown New Jersey, only 90 miles from New York City where I lived. I believe it was the providence of God that I met him, Doris, Dick and their children in 1967.

I thank Dick Feaster so much for sponsoring me in 1968 to go to the Graduate School of New York University. While in school, I frequented to their home on weekends, mowed their lawn and picked apples on their home backyards. I brought some of them to my other unforgettable benefactors Eva and Steven Wormser who too died a few months ago. They made the sauce with those apples, which came to be known as “Feaster Sauce”. On Christmas Holidays, I used to wrap gifts for their young children, Ricky, Holly and Jill, with Christmas Cards written “From Oriental Santa”. They all laughed about it and began to realize the Santa Claus did not bring the gifts down through the chimney.

When I got engaged to Kee Won Park in 1969, Doris and Dick were so nice and kind enough to throw our engagement party at their home. Since her own parents in Korea were not able to come, Doris and Dick acted as her parents and Dick walked her down the aisle to give her away at our wedding. Eva and Steven Wormser filled in as my parents for mine had already died. What a wonderful honor for us both to have them bless us in those capacities!

We visited Dick’s family in Moorestown whenever we had chances, and they came to our house in New York from time to time. Dick showed us some of the old pictures taken in Korea and afterward when we visited them. They took us to their summer home in New Jersey shore and introduced us to his parents, relatives and their families. In all these years, I can never forget Doris had always mailed Birthday and Christmas Cards with update notes to us every year without fail. I am ashamed of myself not being able to do the same and more. The only thing I remember doing anything for them was that I once shipped a box of Maine lobsters to them and bought life insurance policies through Dick. I am so glad I have been able to call and talk with Doris and Dick several times a year even after I moved to Seattle a few years ago.

Dick had always treated me like his own son as Steven Wormser had done throughout my adult life. He is the greatest benefactor to me and my family. He had shown me how compassionate and loving person with good humor he really is. He had always cared for my well-being and how I had been doing in my life and venture. I wouldn’t be where and what I am today without his help and guidance. I am eternally grateful for what they had done for me and my family. I cannot thank them enough. I hope and pray I could see and express my sincere appreciation someday to Doris and Dick in Heaven, and my children and grandchildren understand our kinship and maintain similar relationships with theirs.

Doris and Dick, rest in peace and may God bless you and your descendants!