On the fly

I’m actually on vacation with my family but since I constantly have little reminders about topics to write about but do not get around to, I figured I would do this now on my little ipad no matter how shoddily it is formatted.

Technology has made our lives so much better. The future looks bright. We’re not moving toward the physically feeble people depicted in Wall-E. Technology is moving us toward a healthier, more enlightened future where people can focus energies and resources on better and better things. I’m so grateful to be alive today. When I go into work every day I bring a small messenger bag that carries an 11” MacAir and a tablet. When I was in high school, I had to lug a giant backpack around wearing a jumper made of intolerably heavy cloth in the hot Spring. That improvement occurred within a short time span. Soon it won’t even have to be a personal computer AND a tablet. The PC/tablet (pablets) like the Microsoft Surface Pro 3 are getting better and better.

The other day I was thinking about how I sometimes wish I had a bigger laptop so I could watch shows on it (like my favorite: KBS’s The Return of Superman reality show about Korean dads raising their kids). Then I thought, ‘No, not a TV, a smart TV that talks to the internet…but no. Even those have unnecessary limitations. A big computer screen would be best.’ Those are prohibitively expensive. HOWEVER:



PROJECTOR technology has gotten better and better. It’s all of the utility of an ultra portable personal computer like an 11” MacAir with a bigger screen when necessary without the hassle of lugging an enormous traditional television around. There are kinks and variables to consider with projectors versus traditional TVs (throw distance, ambient lighting, sound) but all in all, it is a very feasible option for people nowadays. With streaming services and powerful portable speakers like Jawbone’s Jambox, these projectors are very good alternatives to the traditional bulky home theaters of the past.

I’ve known Kelsey since we were kids. Kelsa-Kiki-Kelsey-Jujubee lived down the street. She drove us to our kooky all-girls’ high school at unholy hours to attend mass with the nuns that ran the joint——mass was at 6:00am sharp. Kelsey taught me how to drive a manual transmission car when I was 16!

It’s a peculiar feeling to see the changes and constancies in people, whom you’ve known for a decade. She’s tanner and obviously more passionate about food than she was in her younger years but her heart and her energy are the same beautiful, magical things that they have always been. Moreover, it warms the heart to see a friend doing something that they enjoy, actively trying to make positive changes however large or small. 

I’ve been to Gustorganics and can personally attest to the deliciousness of their vegetable juices, teas and salads. The rest of the menu—particularly the desserts—seem phenomenal. 

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The less wasteful way to travel #resources

The less wasteful way to travel #resources

Art by Erica, a surprisingly macabre palette for my baby sister
It is also rather large and constructed of…paper maché? 

Art by Erica, a surprisingly macabre palette for my baby sister

It is also rather large and constructed of…paper maché? 


Peace out, MS1. It’s been real.

School has been out for a little over one week now. I’ve been getting oriented on a wonderfully applicable project that meshes two great loves: global health and technology (and getting paid! Hurray!) but overall the pace of life is so much better. These past two weekends in particular have been a great social binge of sorts for me.

My friend Rose is flying off to Stanford. I genuinely fear that the West Coast has taken her forever. She’ll fall in love with the climate. When she initially broke the news, I played a small sad violin but now it’s more akin to Coconut Records “West Coast”—still a bummer but tempered with a groovy rift and some solid drum work. We had lunch on Sunday at this new discovery: Cafe con Leche. This great restaurant has been behind my #1 favorite ice cream spot and I had been too busy eating ice cream for 10 years to notice.

I went for a walk with Sara and her dog. Sara, Ty and Jessa adventures have been well documented here and it’s basically the same blissful routine: walk, faux-TV, hours and hours of talking, some fro-yo, some cheese and bread if things are getting really snazzy. It doesn’t get old for me. If I could spend the rest of my life basically doing that, I would call it a rich, fortunate life. 

Prior to that I spent some time at the beach, which reminded me that experiences are all about appreciating who you are with. I go out to beaches in a baseball cap, SPF 50, and a rash guard, dreading my enemy, the sun, and the scarcity of natural shade that inevitably occurs at beaches. There’s no use in scurrying from tree to tree because there are no trees. Nevertheless, I had a wonderful time. Later in the day, I was able to chat up older-folk (my friend’s elderly aunts and uncles) under a big umbrella—basically I was really in my element and super bliss’d out.

I took more pictures last year and will hopefully return to that habit. Lately I have been into “Superman Is Back” which is a Korean reality show chronicling dads raising their kids. (You break those traditional gender roles, Korea!) One of the dads is a startlingly creative amateur photographer so this summer, I hope to approach my day-to-day life with similar vigor, appreciation, and creative perspective. 

Parenting by Tablo & Hyejung.

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I am going to watch the HELL out of this show. 

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Lizzie Widdicombe: Could Soylent Replace Food? : The New Yorker

Lizzie Widdicombe: Could Soylent Replace Food? : The New Yorker

Easter 2014

I ended up in a Protestant church this year. There is actually a Catholic church very close by, but it’s hard to beat what amounts to a stone’s throw in distance. That combined with the fact that I have an exam tomorrow is ultimately how I found myself in a cozy, well lit church, surrounded by a bunch of pastel-clad kids and well-dressed adults. 

Church and I have had an interesting relationship. Growing up, it was not a question. It was habit, routine, without choice or very much thought to be honest. Then as I grew older, I actually resented attending church. I felt surrounded by Judge-y McJudge-y Pants and I felt out of place, a misfit. Now I’m more of the mind that while there are some narrow-minded, Holier-Than-Thou sorts at church, there are almost plenty of wonderful people who are just trying their best. 

So when I went this afternoon for the first time in awhile, I found myself oddly touched. The music, the space, the light, the flowers. Everything and everyone seemed very sweet and well-intentioned. To a certain extent, everyone’s trying to get by, to do their best, and I felt that commonality very deeply today. 

Some highlights: 

  • I sat in the very last, high-backed pew and in front of me was a man, his two small children, and what appeared to be his mother. The kids were funny because the little boy was insane (as kids tend to be). His collar was popped and he was full of energy. Eventually his dad pulled out a clipboard, crayons, and blank paper to try to settle him down. Instead this 3 or 4 year old just started talking more because he needed a lot of help writing The Next Great American Novel. At one point he asked “How do you spell ‘sleepy’?” which amused me. I imagined this whole Easter “church” endeavor was taking far too long for him. He eventually fell over or something happened to cause a loud BANG. 
  • During peacetime, Catholic masses usually have everyone shake hands with adjacent people only. In this Protestant mass, everyone got up and circulated around. I thought, “Oh, is this what we’re gonna do now? This is how we’re going to play it? Alright.” And it was really lovely. Mass probably ran “over” due to this but c’est la vie. Catholic masses are over strictly at 1 hour. Today I didn’t mind. In the middle of mass, an elderly gentleman made an announcement about some kind of Church event at a nearby amusement park. “We might even have mass there!” He said. I was totally taken aback. Church in an amusement park? You can’t even get married on a beach in Catholicism—-true story. My 3rd grade teacher told us that the Catholic church did not recognize wedding ceremonies done under the open sky. 
  • Afterwards there was coffee and an egg hunt. 

I left the service thinking that that was how church should be. Granted, their church was very small so it is probably easier to create that sense of community and pleasantness, but it was just such a lovely experience. 

"Faith begins where science ends.” 

True words and a jam-worthy song of similar values 

(Source: Spotify)

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