It’s been about ten years since the last time I went to the Korean Street Festival in Chicago and not much has changed since then. It’s still small, noisy and dirty. All of the booths seem to have been thrown together pretty haphazardly. Aside from the exhibitions that are scattered throughout the weekend there really isn’t a large display of Korean culture; unless you count the various array of food stalls that make up the majority of the booths lining the street.

Interview and Concert Review

I sat down for a telephone interview with David Yoo, the author of Girls for Breakfast, on a Monday evening.

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Most of the worship-praise stuff is a bit too dramatic for my tastes and some of the Christian artists seem to be permanently stuck in the 80’s. But most importantly, none of the singers looked like me.

Although it is sad that he is often relegated to the sub-genre of animation — Spirited Away should have been in the Best Picture category — it is of note that, along with Brad Bird (The Iron Giant, The Incredibles) and others, animation post-Eisner’s Disney is being lifted from the mass-production assembly line and back into the respectable realm of auteur filmmaking.

When I was younger, I didn’t question my parents’ faith. Among my earliest memories are those of Sunday school, the church building and the scary bathroom in the basement. I remember frilly dresses on Easter and getting in trouble when my grandmother caught me running through a sprinkler in the dress.

On February 16, 2005, four days before then vice president Arroyo’s oath-taking as the new president of the republic, people went in droves to the Edsa Shrine, site of the historic 1986 Edsa People Power Revolution.

As a Vietnamese adoptee, I always searched for a sense of legitimacy, a sense of purpose, and somewhere to place myself comfortably in the spectrum of identity.

What’s ironic is that the term means keeping those skeletons in the closet, not putting it out for everyone to see. But when those skeletons somehow find their way out, that’s when we truly know where and from who love can be found. Sounds a little cliché? Don’t worry; the film will definitely surprise you.