Happy Late Blogoversary, and Statistics Galore!

I thought that WordPress would notify me when my blog turned a year old. I mean, it sent me an amusing email containing a bunch of statistics at the end of 2010, so I figured that could happen again. But it didn’t, and here we are, approximately a year and six days removed from the day I created this blog. I say approximately because although my first post (“Before We Get Started“) went up on June 23, 2010, I’m not entirely sure that I wrote that immediately after creating this thing.

The past year and possibly-plus-but-definitely-not-minus six days have been reasonably good to it. I like most of what I’ve written, although I don’t think any of it has the brilliant sparks of mastery that some people have and which first enticed me to write. I see an unfortunately definite decline in quality over the months, which is expected considering the disparity of effort between the first couple months and more recent days. I see one body of work that I can be particularly proud of, the decade-end countdown. Incidentally, those eleven posts still produce roughly 95% of the traffic here. (If you’re wondering why I don’t do that anymore, I’ve been writing regularly for hellokpop.com; my articles are available here. End of shameless plug.) I see a sleek, new WordPress interface, in fact for the first time. (Look, I haven’t had a chance to see this screen for two months.)

On to the more interesting stuff. Because WordPress won’t do it for me, this is a snapshot of Found In Translation today:

39 posts in twelve categories have been published, with a total of 498 tags appended to them. Like I said, the decade-in-review posts get the overwhelming majority of views, referrals, Google searches, comments, and just about every other quantifiable category. If you Google “Korean top 100” or something similar (in English), chances are I’ll be at the top. Consider one small niche of the Internet claimed here.

Two of the 39 published posts are poems with bad titles. I need to learn how to title things.

The most-viewed post is “Top 100 (Korean) Songs of the Decade: #20~11“, with 1,882 views. I’m not sure why this has more hits than the #10~1 post, but that one is close behind, at 1,806. Apart from the Home Page (#3), the nine next-highest posts are all part of this series. Humorous posts tended to be more popular than serious ones, with some of my favorite non-countdown posts like “QWERTY” and “Dorm Move-In 101” ending up high on the list.

There are nine unfinished posts sitting in the lonely “drafts” bin, some dating back to July 2010. Of those, four are good ideas. One of the four will be moved to Hellokpop; two will remain unfinished, because I have completely forgotten where I was going with them and left myself rather unhelpful hints. One draft ends with this:  “But the reason I bring this up is because I’m about to transition into that different topic right about now.” Thanks, younger self. The last of the good drafts might yet see the light of day. All the other drafts are completely wild ideas that would probably require the reader to be on powerful psychoactive drugs to find meaningful.

Akismet has been busy, allegedly protecting my blog from 855 spam comments. This is about eight times the number of actual comments I’ve received. Spammers are stepping it up.

This week, visitors have clicked into here from Google Malaysia, Google Thailand, Google Translate set to go from English to an Indonesian language (shoutout to K-pop fans in Southeast Asia), an unofficial Adriana Lima blog, and my friend’s blog’s comment section, among others.

Speaking of referrers, such lovely and sketchy sites as “howtomakelove.net”, “sex991.com”, and “teethwhiteninginfo.co.tv” have randomly linked here before. In a non-advertorial twist, the official website of the city of Alexandria, Virginia has also sent visitors. Twice. Wikipedia tells me that Alexandria is a smallish city of 140,000 located on the Potomac, with centuries of colonial history and a ton of government work. Not my kind of place, but hey, it sounds like you could get a stable job if nothing else.

My tag cloud is totally screwed up after the music posts, and you’ll likely get very little useful information out of it.

WordPress had pranked me a total of once. It was the only April Fools joke I fell for this year.

I’m seeing 2,205 hits logged for the month of June, a blog record. (Blogocord?)

And with that, thank you to everyone who took time out of your busy lives to read my stuff! Here’s to another year of sporadic posting, a disproportionately generous number of views, and actually remembering the blogoversary next year. Until next time, take care.

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The Dilemma of the Homeless

[The following is an essay that I wrote for my current English course. It’s obviously a little different in tone from any of the… stuff that you’ve seen on this blog, like that incoherent string of sleep-deprived thoughts or the sexually implicit (no typo) discourse on the merits of the British accent or even the viewcount-exploding music stuff. You will notice that it actually incorporates something that I briefly wrote about before, though. It’s here for your reading and critique if you like, unless you’re someone that I’ve specifically asked to review it, in which case it’s here for your reading and critique whether you like or not. I am sorry.]

For a brief time in early 2011, the nation was abuzz over the story of a homeless man whose life had turned around literally overnight. Ted Williams, dubbed “The Man with the Golden Voice” by an engrossed media, was a former radio and TV announcer who had fallen into drug and alcohol addiction before becoming homeless. He lacked a permanent home, and relied on his voice to keep himself fed; but in January, a YouTube video made Mr. Williams a national figure, and within days the combined efforts and generosity of hundreds of donators and companies nationwide as well as the media had given him a completely new life.

Tales like this are heartwarming. But we don’t hear them often enough, nor does the story portray the reality of how life turns out for the vast majority of homeless people in the nation. It does not portray the reality of the homeless around us, in our immediate community. Just outside the cozy comfort of the University of Washington’s campus, an estimated 10,000[1] homeless people reside in the greater Seattle area (P-I Staff). These people have two things that they continually lack in common: a permanent place to call home, and a stable source of sustenance. The community relies on aid organizations and services, such as the Rising Out of the Shadows (ROOTS) program and its Friday Feast project, to serve these people and potentially resolve this tenuous problem. Both ROOTS and Friday Feast succeed in addressing short-term needs of the homeless; however, its efforts to provide them with a permanent solution for housing and food are hampered by the transitory, noncommittal nature of its services and limitations in resources. To overcome these obstacles and meaningfully alleviate the problems that the homeless face, the community, as a whole, must turn to more long-term solutions and tackle the underlying issues that cause people to be forced out onto the streets in the first place.

The need for food and the need for shelter are two of the traditionally considered basic needs of human beings. Lacking food and/or shelter is certainly physically painful: we try to avoid hunger and exposure to the elements on an instinctive level. In the often volatile weather conditions of Seattle, a healthy body and warm, dry shelter are critical, and without them the homeless often do lose their lives. Additionally, this condition is psychologically troublesome. Especially for those who fell into homelessness rather than being born into it, the fact that they can no longer sustain the most basic of needs for themselves is a crushing blow to their dignity. And even for others, the lack of guaranteed access to food and shelter represents a lack of security: the homeless live in continual uncertainty (which many people have a hard enough time accepting in their daily lives) over whether they will have enough to eat and a place to sleep. It is the ultimate form of insecurity.

When these needs are not met, people abandon other pursuits to secure them first. Those who do not have guaranteed access to food will seek out food; the same applies to those without a guaranteed shelter. A job and an income would satisfy these needs, but even ignoring the fact that it is difficult even for non-homeless people to get jobs during hard economic times, a homeless person would be more inclined to spend his or her time searching for what satisfies an immediate need. Thus the problem is self-perpetuating: a lack of food and shelter forces people to always seek out immediate food and shelter rather than work or long-term solutions, which means that they will continue to be unable to secure stable access to food and permanent shelter. The homeless find themselves stuck in a cycle that becomes very difficult to break out of.

The plight of the homeless does not stop there. Keeping contacts becomes nearly impossible when one doesn’t have a permanent address; this in turn becomes another obstacle to securing employment. The lack of shelter leaves the homeless exposed to possible violent crime, and also makes for an inability to obtain and safely store food in quantities.

It’s clear that society has a role to play in helping the homeless get back on their feet—they should not be abandoned to continue in the cycle described above. It makes sense from a utilitarian perspective: if only the homeless could break out of the perpetual cycle, not only would they be living a more stable, secure life, but society would also gain an influx of productive members. The lives of countless people would be affected.

The ROOTS center, located in the University District, is an example of a traditional attempt to alleviate the hunger and housing problem. It is run by a group of volunteers, who work to maintain an overnight shelter for young adults 365 days a year, as well as to serve a restaurant-quality meal each Friday night for anyone who shows up. ROOTS itself aims to “deliver critical services to homeless young adults and other low income persons”[2] (ROOTS Info); the mission of Friday Feast is more specific, simply attempting to provide a meal to people of all ages and, according to the volunteer coordinator I work with, operating with a no-questions-asked policy in regard to the diners[3]. Both services are used extensively: the shelter has had to come up with rules for turning down people who cannot be offered space on crowded nights, and around 150~200 people show up each week to eat at Friday Feast for a nearly full house. The Feast attracts a variety of people: from visibly exhausted, subdued folks to smiling, talkative ones, and from those wearing worn clothing to some actually dressed as if they weren’t doing too badly, it’s a diverse group that frequents the soup kitchen. But presumably they all come for the same basic reason—they could use a free meal. Homelessness affects people from every background, and the sheer number of and seeming differences between the diners that I saw illustrate that. The deficiencies in adequate food and shelter seem to be spreading to the young homeless in particular. ROOTS says that the number of youths being turned away from its shelter has increased by 1000% during the last five years, and that more young adults are “spiraling out of the foster care system and onto the streets, fleeing abusive homes and failing to find work opportunities to survive”[4] (ROOTS Info). In today’s harsh economy, teens and young adults are often unable to be fully served by societal safety nets, and with unemployment as high as it is, they usually have the hardest time getting jobs.

As hard as they may try to resolve these problems of hunger and homelessness, ROOTS shelter and Friday Feast face critical limitations in their mission. The most prominent one has to do with the type of assistance that the homeless in these situations most often need—long-term solutions with self-sustainability. This kind of aid is nearly impossible for ROOTS to give under its current structure. The shelter provides a night’s sleep and a couple meals, while Friday Feast offers one dinner and a few hours of warmth for people to stay in. Anonymity is maintained for all, and the Feast runs on a no-questions-asked basis. This sporadic assistance will make little impact in the long run. So long as these shelters and kitchens remain transitory places for people to simply drift in and out of, with unbroken anonymity and no accountability for either those helping or those being helped, they will have no effect on breaking the cycle of basic needs that many of their visitors are stuck in. In this way, the two programs’ greatest strength is also their most glaring fault: the lack of need for commitment and the simplicity that comes along with it keeps a large number of homeless people frequenting the ROOTS shelter and Friday Feast, but that same characteristic renders the programs unable to perform truly impactful service for the people.

Further complicating the issue is the disparity between the scale of the problem and the scope of the project. There are many more needy people in Seattle than ROOTS alone can possibly hope to serve, and as noted before, the organization has seen a tenfold increase in the number of people turned away by lack of room. For groups like ROOTS to provide all the service that we would like them to provide, they need resources—and public awareness. Right now, that’s not something that the homeless always get to have.

Writer Peter Marin, in his 1987 essay Helping and Hating the Homeless, talks about the misperceptions that modern Americans have come to develop about the homeless. He argues that the “margins of society” had turned from a place for the transient, who simply wanted out of the societal order temporarily or permanently, into a place that people were forced and thrown onto. According to Marin, that transition also changed the public’s mindset about the homeless; they became undesirable and alien.[5] While he eventually arrives at the conclusion that some of the inhabitants of the social margin live there because they want to, and that they should be allowed to continue to exist there, he also takes care to note that we have a responsibility to help those who are there against their will. It’s hard to get people involved, though, when their paradigms have been shaped to disregard and ignore the homeless.

What, then, can be done? For ROOTS’ programs to truly deliver the kind of long-term solutions it advocates for in its mission statement, there must be some way to handle the aforementioned commitment issue. I suspect that launching another program alongside the existing two might be the workable solution: one with the primary purpose of developing relationships with some of the homeless and establishing solutions that set them on the track to supporting themselves through cooperation with housing agencies and local businesses. The current programs provide valuable service, and perhaps most importantly, have that aspect of anonymity and non-commitment that appeals to certain clients, and should not be shut down; the new program could work alongside the others, but it should not replace them.

The resource issue then kicks in—too many homeless, not enough aid. As much as the community can fund ROOTS to do their job well, it also owes itself the responsibility of not letting people who wish to stay afloat fall to homelessness in the first place. Providing affordable housing, funding fair and effective education, and strengthening social safety nets are all policies in that vein, and they require efforts well beyond the capabilities of any single individual or group. The only way to make this happen is to increase awareness of the daily deficiencies in the lives of the homeless—the things that they must endure.

During my time at Friday Feast, I had to opportunity to talk to a man from El Salvador. He told me that he had no schooling, either there or here, and that it didn’t bother him. He was an artist, proud of his Mayan heritage and what his life had given for his heart and soul. There are thousands of people out there who resemble this man, resemble Ted Williams: people who, if they can be helped up to a place where they can independently sustain access to food and permanent shelter, will become enriching members of our society. So long as we are willing to see and be aware of the homeless, it is a goal that we can reach.


[1] Staff, P-I. “Harassing homeless now a crime in Seattle.” 12 December 2007. Seattle P-I. 29 January 2011 <http://www.seattlepi.com/local/343084_homeless12.html&gt;

[2] “ROOTS Welcome.” ROOTS Info. Shalom Zone Non-Profit Organization doing business as ROOTS Young Adult Shelter , n.d. Web. 31 Jan 2011. <http://www.rootsinfo.org/&gt;.

[3] [Blog post… name removed]. Personal interview.

[4] “ROOTS Welcome.” ROOTS Info. Shalom Zone Non-Profit Organization doing business as ROOTS Young Adult Shelter , n.d. Web. 31 Jan 2011. <http://www.rootsinfo.org/&gt;.

[5] Marin, Peter. “Helping and Hating the Homeless: The Struggle at the Margins of America.” Harper’s Magazine. (1987): Print.

Confessions of a Blogaholic.

Well. Not really. It’s not like my posts have been all that frequent, or my reading of other blogs all that voracious. I assume the title of blogaholic for myself simply because of the ridiculous amount of writing I’ve been doing recently. Yes, the writing will eventually find its way onto this blog, but that won’t be for some time–possibly not until November or December. Even if I get it done early, I might wait a little to post it. It’s the completion of a large project that I’ve been planning and preparing for a while, way before I decided to start a blog.

I’ve been working on it steadily for the past couple weeks, making myself write at least a few hundred words a day. It’s making me realize how much work writing can be. I know that writing is often a chore, and I’ve been totally worn out more than once before by AP essays and the like. But this is different–it’s writing that I do on my own. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this fatigued by pleasure writing. I’m still enjoying every minute of it, to be sure. The going is steady, I’m having a lot of fun with it, and every finished paragraph is something to be proud of. I’m completely immersed in the process when it’s happening. The only thoughts going through my head are the ones that are being created, contemplated, embellished, and finally translated into words as I write. But the moment I wrap it up, I realize how exhausting the past half-hour or 15 minutes or whatever have been for me.

It must be a good sign. At least I want to think so. If it’s taking this much effort out of me, the results must be something presentable, right? Although the topic of this little project isn’t something that’s going to appeal to everyone–that is, only certain people will find it interesting to read about–my hope is that I can somehow make this an enjoyable read for everyone, regardless of whether they have an interest in the topic or not. Now the only thing I need is for WordPress to not destroy my drafts (one of my pet peeves, although it swears that that will never ever happen) until I’m done with this. However many weeks and immersion-exhaustion sessions that may take.

That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop writing other posts until December. I’m still going to be blogging regularly (read: whenever I feel like it). If there’s no new post for two weeks, it won’t necessarily mean that I’ve abandoned the blog or that I’m having blogger’s block or that I’m dead. I mean, hopefully it won’t. It’ll most likely be because I’ve been writing myself into a frenzy and need to take a break.

Oh, sorry if the title made you think that this post was going to be more interesting than it turned out to be–I needed some kind of title, I didn’t want to make it boring, and it came out like that. In case you were wondering, I did actually see the film, so I wasn’t pulling a reference without even knowing what it was. In case you weren’t, well… now you know!

August 4th.

Weary, tired, anxious, still taking baby steps
Was I, when we met in bond so closely to be kept
And though I would not say that I’m completely free,
Your vibrant soul was the breath that rescued me

Who induced me to wait daily for
A moment coming twice a day, no more?
I once said to you, in no simple haste,
that if the President of the United States
was in the same room, I wouldn’t care
That I’ll still wish with you; like a prayer
If airplanes in the night sky really were shooting stars,
Their wishes that day still would have nothing on ours

Tell me how, our elaborate nicknames
Our labor in pick-up games
(You know what I’m trying to claim)
The bad reception that we overcame
The shared communion cup, one and the same
The prose we used to write, in noble aim
That Christmas, with chopsticks and bears and exclaims
Tell me how you made it all so worthy of a frame?

Through you I relived
The memories of this someone
Who had been through so much, had fought, had won
And still fuller of life than anyone, bar none.
Through you I understood
A love that makes the world go round,
The kind based on a smile, not a frown
The love with which you surround us around.

You touch the lives of many, and not one’s ill-disposed;
How you do all that which you do, I can only suppose.
I know it matters not, what the world tries to hurl;
For you have a heart bigger than all of that world.

So thank you, for having touched my life
For being the best friend that I could ever ask for
For putting up with my imperfection, my faults
For still choosing to be in my life, and letting me be in yours
And

For ignoring the lack of rhyme in these last lines!