Ramblings of a Pseudo-Intellectual: Part Tres
By Andrew Chung
July 04, 2006

Uno, dos...and tres. Here we are once again. It's been awhile since I've last rambled. And I'm sure I've tortured you all with the sheer anticipation.

I wanted to address the name, The Pseudo-Intellectual. I've never actually explained it, and I'm sure most of you don't get it. I thought it was just a peculiar but very descriptive term for all of us. Knowledge by nature is limitless - many may say they have a lot of it, many may say they don't, and many may pretend they do (or don't). But the thought of measuring your own or another's knowledge (even if it is in our heads) is outlandish. What's the point really? It's immeasurable. Sure many may seem very knowledgeable by the sole fact that they constantly demonstrate it to others out of their own masturbatory tendencies. And many may seem very naive from their absolute lack of common knowledge.

21st Century Living: Part Two
By Andrew Chung
May 11, 2006

Rather than the highly touted idea of technology bringing people closer together, it has pushed us further away from one another. New forms of communication, while more efficient, have prevented us from being comfortable with any regular human contact. The Internet is one of the main drivers behind this phenomenon, while being one of the main proponents of progress at the same time. The Internet has created the danger of treating others exactly as we please behind a guise of anonymity. Aside from the pedophilia and hate propaganda that exists on the information highway, the Internet has become dangerous. The reason it is dangerous is because it threatens our very humanity. Sounds extreme, I know, but hear me out.

21st Century Living: Part One
By Andrew Chung
April 27, 2006

As winter finally winds down, there is only one word that could sum up this time of year: cold. Well, yuh think? Oh, but you misunderstand me my friends.

There are two major stereotypes people have of Canada: it's cold and the people are very polite. But I'm only sure they're half right. The stereotypes are in fact a bizarre paradox for someone who has grown up in Toronto. I mean sure, I'm freezing my ass off as I write this, but the people of Toronto have become as cold as its climate.

Ramblings of a Pseudo-Intellectual: Part Deux!
By Andrew Chung
January 18, 2006

The scatterbrain column of the century has returned. Why you ask? Have I run out of ideas once again? Well sort of. But looking back I felt this column was a good one. Good because it discussed the wide range of arts that I've indulged myself in as of recent. I thought it might be an excellent way to turn people on to some wonderful art that they may not have otherwise been attuned to. So without further ado let part deux begin!

The Time of our Lives: Part Two
The Usual Graduates
By Andrew Chung
November 15, 2005

"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist." - Verbal aka Keyser Soze, The Usual Suspects

You've graduated, you're ready to move forward and make your life the way you envision it to be. No one is holding your hand anymore. You're in control and your destiny is only yours to make. Days turn into months and months turn into years, and you look back since you've graduated and realize life isn't much different. What happened?

The Time of our Lives: Part One
Generation Opportunity
By Andrew Chung
October 21, 2005

When I finally graduated from university, marking the end of my academic career, I had this overwhelming feeling that I was freer than I've ever been in my entire life. I had an endless wealth of possibilities laid out before me, so much so that I wasn't quite sure where to begin. There was so much I was looking forward to, from sleeping in late to spending more time doing what I love (art for those who haven't quite figured that one out yet) to hanging out with friends and family more often to starting a business. It seemed like I had the power of a sun in my hand, and the only thing that could let that slip away was me. Fast-forward to more than a year later, and alas it somehow feels as if it is starting to slip away. It's the worst feeling in the world.

Ramblings of a Pseudo-Intellectual
By Andrew Chung
September 26, 2005

I admit I've run out of ideas. Some of you may have noticed that the Pseudo-Intellectual hasn't been updated in a quite a while. I've just been caught up with many things outside of this web mag. So in an effort to keep this column alive, I thought why not write a piece about just any random thoughts I may have at the time.

The Genocide in Darfur
By Andrew Chung
June 15, 2005

Darfur? What's a Darfur? No, it is not the sequel to Hotel Rwanda, it is a reality and it is happening right now. While we worry about going to work the next day or which pair of shoes we're going to buy next, there is a genocide occurring in the Darfur region of western Sudan. Genocide. In the 21st century. It's strange to say it, and many may have feared finally terming the conflict as a 'genocide,' but the harsh truth couldn't be denied.

Jung and Fun
By Andrew Chung
May 16, 2005

In the novel, Diary by Chuck Palahniuk, there's an interesting chapter where Peter Wilmot plays a game with his wife Misty and asks her a series of questions. The game is a psychoanalysis that involves Carl Jung's beliefs on archetypes and is supposed to help one discover their unconscious views and feelings. Being skeptical (in my typical fashion), I tried it on myself to see if it might have any validity. And it proved very telling, for me at least. So I thought it might be fun for all of you to try the test out on yourselves.

Jaded
By Andrew Chung
April 08, 2005

As a boy, being Asian never really occurred to me. Not in the 'I didn't know I was Asian!' sense, but in the sense that I never quite completely understood what my race meant in a larger social context.

I didn't understand how being Asian could mean the difference between employment and unemployment, having a voice and lacking one, or belonging and ostracism. As a boy everything was simple. But as is expected, reality bites you in the ass as you grow older and the world doesn't appear as sunny as it used to. Don't get me wrong, I'm not this disgruntled, embittered, angry, and pessimistic person with a firmly planted nihilistic worldview. No, quite the opposite. I'm determined, a firm believer in change, but most importantly I'm hopeful. However, these qualities often come into question when I also possess my most criticized characteristic: realism.