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Read Dan part of my blog for the first time tonight.

"But you're not Chinese!" he says.

"Yes I am. Can you not see the slanty eyes? This means that I am Chinese."

"Dude, you're Swedish."

"Have you ever befreinded and studied the ways of what you claim to be a real Chinese person?"

"No."

"Well then you're not the most reliable source in this matter."

"But you're not Chinese!"

"I know what I am, but what are you?"

Dan's blatant denial of my heritage kinda reminded me of the scene in Cannibal the Musical, where these Japanese people have decked themselves in feathers and war paint. We meet the Cheif when Bell, Part of an expedition to Colorado is passing through the cheif's camp.

Bell: Could you tell me what tribe this is?

Chief: We are...Indians.

Bell: Yes I see that, but what Indians?

Chief: You don't think we are Indians?

Bell: No, no, no, I just uh...

Chief: We have teepees!

Bell: Right! I see, but...

Chief: Look at aaall these teepees we have. Because...we are...Indians.

Packer: Yeah, they have teepees.