AASU March 2018 Retreat: love reax only

Thank you to everyone who joined us on the afternoon of Saturday, March 3, 2018 for our AASU retreat, artivism: love reax only [love reacts only].

It was exciting to see everyone. We hope you all can join us again for more upcoming events!

Thank you to Sarah Wong SCR’18 for the wonderful poster!

AASU Retreat sarah wong design march 3 2018 saturday

Spring is full of events!

Queering Porn: Empowering Queer People of Color through Porn

This 2.5 hour event with Scripps alumni Shawn Tamaribuchi brought in 70+ people to Vita Nova and it was a blast! Taking over public spaces and semi-public spaces, the impact of the financial crisis on the adult entertainment industry, non-conventional Scripps theses….

Alumni Mixer at Lydia’s House

Dream/Vision Boards, delicious food, a beautiful house and amazing people. Vision boards will be posted up soon!

Uncle Greg, aka Dr. Gregory Mark, Professor of Ethnic Studies at SacState and Interim Dean of Asian American Studies

If you need to know anything about how ethnic studies got started, the fight for Asian American studies, coalition building, Civil Rights movement, grant-proposals, building youth programs… this is the man to talk to. Such an OG. Thanks to Prof. Kathy Yep @ Pitzer/IDAAS and Kristin Fukushima, Pomona Alum and current IDAAS Community Engagement Coordinator, for planning this intimate lunch. If you’re in the Bay Area, look to get involved with the 75th Street Corridor and Asian Health Services this summer!

The Margo Okazawa-Rey Summer Fellows report back

IDAAS awards one or two Margo Okazawa-Rey Summer Fellowships each year. The awards are given on a competitive basis for student-initiated, interdisciplinary projects. The project may be creative, research-oriented, or community “service”/social justice oriented. For Summer 2011, 3 people received the fellowship:

  • 2011: Alda Caan, Pitzer: (Workshops) Prototypes
  • 2011: Evyn Espiritu, Pomona: (Film) Vietnam and Diaspora
  • 2011: Samuel Pang, Pomona: (Book) Malaysia, Food, Immigration

Each project was so well thought out and so beautifully presented. Margo Okazawa-Rey is among the first generation of mixed-race children born to a Japanese “war bride” and an African American soldier. Her work examined the connections between militarism, economic globalization and impacts on women of color. She was at the presentation, and she is so eloquent. I cannot even start to describe how well she speaks, and how beautiful her words are.

TODAY!

Emily Bluck (’12) is holding a workshop as part of her senior thesis and plan to (re)construct the 92 office

We love poetry!

On Feb. 19, we wrote collaborative poems with each other during our AASU general meeting . AASU women wrote for 5 minutes on “home and family” or “my favorite food.” Then, we traded the poems with a partner and wrote a new poem based on the verbs in our partner’s poem! Here are some (anonymous) poems from the workshop. Enjoy!

~~> HOME IS WHERE MY MOM IS.

My mother called me down to eat

She quietly says “eat rice”.

The smells of the soups come drifting into my room

and the scent lingers on my clothes

The kitchen is dim as I sit beside her.

The vegetables and meat staring straight at me.

Everyone taskes their food away, but I sit

with my mother, bare feet touching

the cold tiles.

An exchange of silent glances.

Home is where my mom is.

—–

Drifting, drifting

Someone called to me from the shore,

begging me to come back,

But all I can do is stare.

They try to force me

to say this

to take that

until all that lingers is but a shell,

or maybe a hologram of a person.

But I refuse to listen.

Drifting, drifting,

until I find my path.

——-

Clouds flipping, lifting

to let daylight through

swirling, curling into each

other

a dragon, cupcake — wisps

of imagination drifting

cooking in my mind pouring

out through my words

imagination creativity dreaming

words power action.

———

She lets panko fall through

the small crevices between her fingers,

flipping the shrimp expertly in the

dim light of our kitchen.

Lifting up the glass lid of the

rice cooker, steam clouds her

expression.

She pours oil into the pan

and cooks the shrimp to a crisp.

Golden particles drift.