Details are fractal
Right, so to discuss some actual stuff, not just bitch about my feelings.....
We have moved to an area sort of between the Galleria and a place known as the "Mahatma Ghandi" district. I am not sure how I feel about that moniker. I love living where I have a choice of places to cure my biryani yearnings, but the label just strikes me as very tacky and outdated. I view this as a demonstration of what I simultaneously love and hate about Texas or America in general. Yes, we have more than two kinds of minorities here, however, we feel the need to point that fact out. It certainly makes my dinner decisions a lot classier to have all these biryanis instead of hamburgers, but it's also condescending, in the Victorian sense of the word. What am I, some minor nobility who is pleased to have upstart restaurateurs around as long as they don't actually live next to me?
This is probably just normal American growing pains. Immigrants have their own communities before they blend in, and I am watching the Indo-Pak community disperse into the wider American culture. Of the cultures I have watched from the outside, this has been my favorite. The lines of where I should and should not go are more obvious, the clothes are brighter, the food is spicier, the average level of education is higher, and pretenses are more understandable. America will be a better place when these people are an unremarkable part of it. I probably have a weird perspective of this right now, given that work lately has been all about emulsions. I'm definitely noticing pockets of inhomogeneity more than usual.
Yeah, still bitching about feelings, but I have couched it in cultural terms. Do I get a cable news commentary show now?
We have moved to an area sort of between the Galleria and a place known as the "Mahatma Ghandi" district. I am not sure how I feel about that moniker. I love living where I have a choice of places to cure my biryani yearnings, but the label just strikes me as very tacky and outdated. I view this as a demonstration of what I simultaneously love and hate about Texas or America in general. Yes, we have more than two kinds of minorities here, however, we feel the need to point that fact out. It certainly makes my dinner decisions a lot classier to have all these biryanis instead of hamburgers, but it's also condescending, in the Victorian sense of the word. What am I, some minor nobility who is pleased to have upstart restaurateurs around as long as they don't actually live next to me?
This is probably just normal American growing pains. Immigrants have their own communities before they blend in, and I am watching the Indo-Pak community disperse into the wider American culture. Of the cultures I have watched from the outside, this has been my favorite. The lines of where I should and should not go are more obvious, the clothes are brighter, the food is spicier, the average level of education is higher, and pretenses are more understandable. America will be a better place when these people are an unremarkable part of it. I probably have a weird perspective of this right now, given that work lately has been all about emulsions. I'm definitely noticing pockets of inhomogeneity more than usual.
Yeah, still bitching about feelings, but I have couched it in cultural terms. Do I get a cable news commentary show now?