Downton Abbey

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I had a Downton Abbey marathon this weekend, watching the show from S1E1 to the latest. Let’s just say, the mania is real! I didn’t buy into the hype when it first came out; in fact, I watched about 5 minutes of it on Netflix, and moved on.

I am not an anglophile, never been a big  fan of British period drama, and not a Jane Austen devotee. However, if I was still a bit skeptical after the first episode, I was completely sold after the 2nd! Downton Abbey has been described, quite rightfully, as a glorified soap opera, but such an excellently crafted one! The plot is melodramatic, of course, but the dialogs are deliciously smart (my favorite character, Dowager Countess, has the best lines). I love how they talked in that era: so refined, even the most wicked words were delivered with wit and precision. I got a kick out of hearing words like “odious” used in the script — I don’t think this word is ever used in “modern” TV shows (esp. American ones). The characters are so interesting that you can’t help rooting for some, loving some, hating some, and crying for some. Strangely, you feel for every single one of them, even the scheming villains that set your teeth on edge at one point could snag some genuine sympathy from you at another. The performance is top notch. The costumes are fabulous. I can’t wait to watch the Season 2 finale aired tonight (hopefully available on the PBS website tomorrow).

P.S. Watched the S2 finale: comical (e.g., Thomas scrambling to search for the dog that he kidnapped, the fight between Matthew and Sir Richard), memorable (again, Dowager Countess stole the scene every time she appeared), touching (e.g., the “talk” between Mary and his father, Daisy and the cook, and Daisy and Mr. Mason), and altogether deeply satisfying (no cliffhanger!). The proposal scene brought happy tears to my eyes. Thank you for not torturing M&M (and us audience) anymore!

The Four Agreements

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I had never heard of Don Miguel Ruiz or The Four Agreements, but my curiosity was piqued when a professor I worked with recommended it. We were just chatting about our winter break, and he mentioned his conflicts with his mother. I could see pain on his face. To make him feel better, I said, “It’s not your fault that she is difficult; it is what it is. People don’t change.” He looked at me and smiled, “No, it’s NOT my fault. I decided long ago not to take things personally. She’s always been that way, and it’s not my job to make her happy.” Then he told me about this book, and how he lives by the Four Agreements.

It’s a very slim book (I was expecting a big psychology tome, but it’s more a Jonathan Livingston Seagull than Stumbling upon Happiness), and the writing is frequently repetitive (a common problem in many New Age spiritual books, as if the message needs to be delivered as a lengthy chant, drilled into our mind by repetition). However, I find the ideas illuminating and make a lot of sense. The philosophy is very similar to that of Yoga. Let’s be honest, attaining personal freedom is a VERY VERY challenging process, and will possibly remain a life-long work-in-progress. We are (or at least I am) too “domesticated” (in the author’s words) by society and culture to set ourselves free easily, no matter how inspired we were when we read the book. The habits and thoughts are so deeply ingrained that they have become part of us (or in Ruiz’s words, “like parasites”). However, being aware is a good beginning.

Inspiration Quotes (or paraphrases)

Children are domesticated the same way that we domesticate a dog… with a system of punishment and reward… We soon develop a need to hook other people’s attention in order to get the reward… With that fear of being punished and that fear of not getting the reward, we start pretending to be what we are not, just to please others, just to be good enough for someone else… because we are afraid of being rejected.

The fear of rejection becomes the fear of not being good enough… Eventually, we become someone that we are not… we become a copy of someone else’s beliefs.

The domestication is so strong that at a certain point in our lives we no longer need anyone to domesticate us… We are so well trained that we are our own domesticator. We can now domesticate ourselves according to the same belief system we were given, and using the same system of punishment and reward.

The belief system is like a Book of Law that rules our mind. Without question, whatever is in the Book of Law, is our truth. The inner Judge uses what is in our Book of Law to judge everything we do and don’t do, everything we think and don’t think, and everything we feel and don’t feel. The punishment is shame.

There is another part of us that receives the judgments, and this part is called the Victim. The Victim carries the blame, the guilt, and the shame. It is the part of us that says “Poor me, I am not good/intelligent/attractive enough, I’m not worthy of love, poor me.” Breaking the rules in the Book of Law opens your emotional wounds, and your reaction is to create emotional poison, creating Fear.

Agreement #1: Be impeccable with your word.

Through the word you express your creative power… and… manifest everything. All the magic you possess is based on your word. We cast spells all the time with our opinions. During our domestication, our family gave their opinions about us without even thinking. We believed these opinions and we lived in fear over these opinions… By hooking our attention, the word can enter our mind and change a whole belief for better or for worse.

Impeccability means “without sin.” A sin is anything that you do which goes against yourself. Sin begins with rejection of yourself. Being impeccable with your word is not using the word against yourself. Being impeccable with your word is the correct use of your energy; it means to use your energy in the direction of truth and love for yourself.

Mostly we use the word to spread our personal poison – to express anger, jealousy, envy, and hate. Gossip is black magic at its very worst because it is pure poison. We learned how to gossip by agreement. Emotional poison was transferred along with the opinions, and we learned this as the normal way to communicate. Every single time others gossip to you, they insert a computer virus into your mind, causing you to think a little less clearly every time.

We talk to ourselves constantly and most of the time negatively. Change first in the way you deal with yourself, and later in the way you deal with other people. How much you love yourself and how you feel about yourself are directly proportionate to the quality and integrity of your word.

Agreement #2: Don’t take anything personally.

You take it personally because you agree with was said. As soon as you agree, the poison goes through you, and you are trapped in the dream of hell. Personally importance, or taking things personally, is the maximum expression of selfishness because we make the assumption that everything is about “me.” We think we are responsibility for everything.

Nothing other people do is because of you. It is because of themselves. All people live in their own dream, in their own mind, in their own world different from your own.

Even when a situation seems so personal, even if others insult you directly, it has nothing to do with you. What they say, what they do, and the opinions they give are according to the agreements they have in their own minds. Their points of view comes from all the programming they received during domestication.

You eat all the emotional garbage, and now it becomes your garbage. You feel offended, and your reaction is to defend your beliefs and create conflicts.

It is not important to me what you think about me. I don’t have the need to be accepted. I don’t have the need to have someone tell me, “…, you are doing so good!” or “How dare you do that!”, because I know who I am. Whatever you think, whatever you feel, I know is your problem and not my problem.

You create an entire picture or movie in your mind, and in that picture you are the director, the producer, and the main actor. The way you see the movie is according to the agreements you have made in life. Your point of view is something personal to you. It is no one’s truth but yours. If you get mad at me, I know you are dealing with yourself. And you get mad because you are afraid. If you are not afraid, there is no way you will be jealous or sad.

Even the opinions you have about yourself are not necessarily true; therefore, you don’t need to take whatever you hear in your own mind personally. Our mind can talk and listen to itself… with conflicting agreements.

Humans are addicted to suffering… and we support each other in maintaining these addictions. Do not expect people to tell you the truth because they also lie to themselves (as you do to yourself). It is painful to take that social mask off.

As you make a habit of not taking anything personally, you won’t need to place your trust in what others do or say. You will only need to trust yourself to make responsible choices. You are never responsible for the actions of others; you are only responsible for you. You can travel around the world with your heart completely open, say what you mean without guilty or self-judgment.

Agreement #3: Don’t make assumptions.

We have the tendency to make assumptions about everything, and believe they are the truth. All the sadness and drama are rooted in making assumptions and taking things personally. We only see what we want to see, and hear what we want to hear. We literarily dream things up in our imaginations.

Interesting way the human mind works: we have the need to justify everything, to explain and understand everything, in order to feel safe. It is not important if the answer is correct; just the answer itself makes us feel safe. This is why we make assumptions.

We make the assumptions that everyone sees life the way we do, think the way we think, feel the way we feel, judge the way we judge, and abuse the way we abuse. This is why we have a fear of being ourselves around others. Because we think everyone else will judge us, victimize us, abuse us, and blame us as we do ourselves. So even before others have a chance to reject us, we have already rejected ourselves. We even make assumptions about ourselves.

Your love will not change anybody. If others change, it’s because they want to change, not because you can change them. Real love is accepting other people the way they are without trying to change them. We have to be who we are, so we don’t have to present a false image. Practice “take me or leave me.”

The way to keep yourself from making assumptions is to (have the courage to) ask questions. Find your voice to ask for what you want. Everybody has the right to tell you no or yes, but you always have the right to ask.

Agreement #4: Always do your best, no more and no less.

Your best can change with circumstances, but keep doing your best, but no more and no less than your best. If you try too hard to do more than your best, you deplete your body and go against yourself, but if you do less than your best, you subject yourself to frustrations, self-judgment, guilt, and regrets.

Action is about living fully, taking the risk to go out and express your dream. Inaction is the way that we deny life out of fear. When you surrender and let go of the past, you allow yourself to be fully alive in the moment. You were born with the right to be happy. We don’t need to know or prove anything. Just to be, to take a risk, and enjoy your life, is all that matters. You don’t need knowledge or great philosophical concepts. You don’t need the acceptance of others. You express your own divinity by being alive and by loving yourself and others.

Your own body is a manifestation of God, so honor it.

Most of the time we do things just to please others, just to be accepted by others, rather than living our lives to please ourselves.

Three ways to attain personal freedom:

Face each of our fears, one by one – do things to establish the new agreements.

Controlling your own behavior. Every day we awake with a certain amount of mental, emotional, and physical energy that we spend throughout the day. If we allow our emotions to deplete our energy, we have no energy to change our lives or to give to others. The way we see the world depends upon the emotions you are feeling.

We have a dysfunctional dream of the planet, and humans are mentally sick with a disease called fear. The first step to cure is forgive those we fell have wronged us, not because they deserve to be forgiven, but because we love ourselves so much we don’t want to keep paying for the injustice. The problem with most people is that they lose control of their emotions, saying things that they don’t want to say, and doing things that they don’t want to do.

Embrace the angel of death – to live every day as if it were the last day of your life. Be grateful for another day on earth, for the opportunity to be yourself again, and for having the things and people you have in your life.

Just Do It!

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Sometimes, the best thing you can do for yourself is stop thinking and feeling, and just do it.

I am not advocating that we should all be robots, but rather, that our thoughts and emotions can sometimes be our worst enemies.

I haven’t missed a day of exercise the past two weeks, even though I stopped tweeting about it. Given my record for the past year, this level of consistency is quite a feat. Ironically, my emotional state has actually taken a nose dive. I suspect that I have SAD (“winter blues”, which is weird since it’s been an uncharacteristically warm winter with more sunshine than ever), or the beginning of a mild depression. I don’t want to do anything. I feel apathetic about things that used to interest me. I haven’t practiced the piano, well, for a while, and am thinking about canceling class starting next month. I still hang out with friends and I still work hard, but the facade of cheer and drive just barely masks the underlying sense of emptiness.

So, it’s probably expected that I would have been a big sloth, popping french fries while watching stupid videos on YouTube to pass time. But I didn’t, because I obey the rule of “Just Do It!” Instead of asking myself “do I want to work out today” and rationalizing “well, I can start tomorrow”, and instead of indulging in the “I am so tired today — why am I so unhappy” and “I am never going to be thin again” negative self-talk, I shut myself off. I don’t allow myself to think and thus make excuses, or feel and thus draining myself of energy. I put on workout clothes, lace up the running shoes, shoulder the gym bag, and walk out the door. And without fail, every single time, after an hour of workout and profuse sweating, whether it’s a treadmill jog,  Zumba, kickboxing, kettle bell exercise, or a trail run, I ALWAYS feel better, much much better, afterwards. Nothing beats having fresh air in your lungs and more oxygenated blood in your veins. Even though the surge of endorphin doesn’t last, it’s enough to tide me through the night and the next day till the next round comes around.

I am not completely sure of the psychological reason behind my so far successful approach to stick to exercising. Maybe it’s about forming habits. When you do things on autopilot (no thinking/rationalizing/analyzing/emoting involved), you’ve reached a new level of behavior. Whether the feedback is positive or negative has almost no relevance (otherwise, there won’t be all those women who refuse to leave their abusive partners, or the whole Stockholm Syndrome thing).

Now if I can only apply this realization to other aspects of my life…

P.S. I had the most amazing trail run today: 7.83 miles/1 hour 11 minutes -> 9min/mile. Not sure if it’s my personal best, but definitely one of the “better.” I could have run more, but I stopped because I was bored after 3 circles in the small state park. All thanks to these wonderful shoes (best running shoes ever — not quite barefoot, but minimalist enough to make me go all light-footed and fast)!

Nostalgia is overrated

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Two weeks ago I had to go back to my old neighborhood for some personal business, so I made a detour to my old apartment complex just to see if anything had changed. Well, nothing apparently. The road construction is finally over. The neighborhood looks about the same, with some new signs and storefronts. I have missed the area lately (esp. on the days when I had to drive 20 minutes to get to a dirt trail in the woods); I miss its proximity to Forest Park and many trails literally in my backyard), its being in the middle of all kinds of entertainment/cultural/culinary establishments (never mind that I don’t exactly frequent those places), and… oh can you believe it… the youthful “hip” vibe (even though I am not a youthful “hip” person, living in the family-oriented semi-suburb of my current neighborhood definitely makes me feel rather out of place).

Well, what do you know? While driving through the impossibly narrow and often congested streets with stoplights every other block and trying to find a parking spot that’s not ten blocks away from my destination, my nostalgia evaporated. I remember all the things I don’t miss, and I remind myself of all the goodness of my current neighborhood.

It’s normal for us to look back on our lives and only recall the warm, fuzzy, beautiful moments. Nostalgia is our brain’s way to protect us — our existence will be so burdened with negative feelings if our memory filter only retains the bad experience. However, if we find ourselves longing for the “good old days” while lamenting the sucky present, just remember, nostalgia is overrated. Often there is a good reason for our leaving a place, ending a relationship, or giving up on certain things. The same applies to the other end of the pendulum, when we hang on to childhood traumas, the pain of lost love, inevitable past failures, and lingering regrets.

Whether our memory has the shimmering golden tone of romantic movies, or the granite gray of horror flicks, our “present” is the real “gift”, and our only “reality.”

Mini movie reviews

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I have watched a lot of new releases (rented from iTunes) lately:

In Time. Is it weird that this is the only new release that I semi-enjoyed? I watched it not because of Justin Timberlake (never understand his appeal), but because of Gattaca, made by the same writer/director, and arguably one of the best sci-fi movies of all times. I like the premise and the tone of the movie, but not the cardboard characters, and definitely not the poor performance of the lead actors. The plot could have been so much more interesting/meaningful (e.g., how about getting the guy to destroy whatever genetic engineering that made them that way to begin with? How about rocking the “whole system”, like a “revolution”? How about showing us the “puppeteers” behind the scene?). Although entertaining, the story just seems so shallow and… lazy. Of course, maybe I was just expecting too much.

A Very Harold & Kumar Christmas. Sequels rarely surpass originals, and unfortunately, this one is no exception. The H&K White Castle made me laugh hysterically and is one of the funniest movies I’ve seen. Christmas is NOT funny; I maybe chuckled a couple times. It’s still irreverent, crude, and outrageous; it still throws in social commentaries. However, something is missing. Creativity? Originality? Freshness?

Breaking Dawn. Slow, boring, vacuous. The Twilight saga just gets worse and worse. I friggin’ hate Bella & Edward (not just because the characters completely don’t appeal to me, but also because there is zero chemistry between the two actors). When the only saving grace is the Wolf Boy and the fluffy CGI wolves, you know it’s bad.

Contagion. Incredibly dreary given the star-studded cast and the Soderbergh fame. The story has no arc — just a flat line from beginning to end. The tone of the movie is surprisingly detached, almost clinical. It feels more like a documentary than the advertised “drama/thriller.” Where is the drama? Where is the thrill? I could just fall asleep through the movie.

Dream House: Shutter Island meets The Fugitive. Five things I “learned” from this movie:

  1. Living in the countryside is overrated.
  2. Living in a house in the forest is overrated.
  3. Do a complete background check (and I don’t mean just Google — I mean public records check and private detective grade background check) before buying a house, because you never know if something bad (very very bad) happened here.
  4. Do a complete background check on your future neighbors, because you might become the wrong target.
  5. Don’t buy life insurance because sooner or later when you get divorced and things get ugly, your loser husband is going to hire a killer to off you for insurance money.

The Grey

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The Grey is a taut and intense adventure film that stands out in the “Bad Movies of January” crowd. The story is pretty simple. A plane carrying an oil-drilling team on their way back to Anchorage (Alaska) crashed in the middle of nowhere, seven survived initially. They had all the odds you can imagine stacked against them: extreme weather, isolated location, hazardous road (or roadless) conditions, and wolves that were hungry to feed, and kill. As the “lucky seven” struggled to flee to safer ground (or so they hoped), they were picked off one after another by the aforementioned harsh elements and forced to confront their ultimate destiny: death.

I didn’t have much expectation going in, but was pleasantly surprised. There was so much tension in almost every scene that it kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time, hands clapped over my mouth, nervously guessing “What’s going to happen? Who is going to die next? Who is going to survive?” The poem probably should have tipped me off. The Grey has one of the scariest crash scenes and some of the most haunting deaths I have seen in a movie, bringing tears to my eyes several times.

It’s an ultimate Man vs. Wild movie, with amazing cinematography (the Arctic in the movie is both brutal and beautiful, sinister and surreal) and an emotional score. I found myself rooting for the characters, even including the mouthy Sawyer-esque (LOST) (ex?)criminal Diaz.

Despite the thrill and suspense, The Grey has a couple “light” moments, like the one where  Liam Neeson’s character sat on the snow, stared into the big white nothing above, and bargained with God. “Show me something real! I need it now! Show me something and I will believe you, and love you forever!” (not exact words, but in this vein), he pleaded in desperation. Of course nothing happened; no miracles were delivered. Crushed, he muttered to himself despondently, “Okay, I will do it myself” (surviving, that is). Bargaining with Higher Beings — that’s what people do when they run out of ways to help themselves. This scene really hit me on a visceral level: I chuckled and shed tears at the same time.

Although the ending might “seem” ambiguous, there is really nothing ambiguous about what was going to happen. It’s perfect; anything more (e.g., some kind of epilogue) would have ruined it.

Born to Run

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Born to Run is one of the most captivating, informative, and inspirational books I have ever read! It covers a dizzying array of subjects: history, philosophy, anthropology, nutrition, geography, physiology, (the dark side of) business, biographies (of ultrarunning legends), and more. Ultimately, it is a story of adventure, discovery, and way of life.

There are so many takeaway lessons. I listened to the audiobook but feel like getting the print or digital version so I can take notes of the particularly scintillating tidbits. Some of the best parts include:

How humans are designed by natural selection to be long distance runners. The author told a fascinating story of the Univ. of Utah professor and his quest to prove that humans are “born to run”, and a South African mathematician’s journey to learn to catch antelopes (by running them to death) like a true bushman. As I listened, I couldn’t help feeling, “Wow, science is SO COOL!” I have always loved biology and even dreamed of becoming an biologist/naturalist when I was in high school, and stories like these make me want to be a scientist all over again (of course it’s too late, but I still enjoy reading science-related books). The researchers even claimed that humans can outrun horses over long distance on a hot day due to our superior ability to sweat.

How modern shoes contribute to running injuries. According to the the author, the modern running shoe industry, pioneered by Nike, is a scam. He argues that human feet get stronger when they have direct contact with the ground, or at least with minimal protection, and the thick cushioning of the modern shoes actually weakens the feet muscles, therefore causing all kinds of injuries. He claims that the cheap sneakers with little cushioning are actually better than the $100 high-end shoes that are pushed to us by marketers. The whole “throw away your shoes after 300-500 miles” is just a fear-mongering tactic used by shoe manufacturers to sell more. Hmmm… I have long suspected that, even though I still dutifully spend $90-ish for a new pair of Asics once a year. So… That’s a total waste of money?!! Ack! The author champions incorporating “barefoot running” in your training routine. Well, not gonna happen, for me personally. I don’t want to get an infection by running outside, stepping on stones, rocks, dog poo, glass, etc., and my gym specifically forbids barefoot running on their treadmills. The Vibram FiveFingers shoes look pretty ridiculous, and I think they are also forbidden in my gym (I remember a poster on the door, but may have to verify that next time I am there).

How nutrition is important to running. This is no brainer, but we as humans need multiple reminders all the time to transform a new or difficult-to-execute idea into action. The modern life is full of temptations, and “eating like a poor person” (which is an oxymoron, since in this country, health comes at a price — healthy foods are far more expensive than nutritionally poor but cheap fast foods that poor people can actually afford) is not as easy as it sounds. However, the basic idea is something we have heard over and over again: ditch SAD (Standard American Diet), eat more veggies and fruits, and portion control. But, breakfast salad? No, thank you. I will stick to steaming hot mixed bean soup on a cold day and refreshing fruits on a hot one.

In addition to making science and running tips (which are nicely summarized in this article) interesting, the book is full of amazing stories about ultrarunning (e.g., the Leadville 100 Race), and anecdotes of colorful characters, such as Caballo Blanco, the enigmatic fighter-turned-runner; Jenn Shelton, the school teacher/ultrarunner; Barefoot Ted (a bit of a nutcase I think); and of course, the Tarahumara, the “running people”, aka “The Hidden Tribe.”

I have to admit, as interesting/idealistic as the Tarahumaras seem to be, some of their “secrets” sound a bit faddish. Chia is the super energy food? Well, I guess I’d better stock up! Tarahumara beer? Surely available at Whole Foods? I am now as skeptical about nutritional supplements as about running shoes. The whole supplements industry sounds like another giant big scam pushing pills with every far-fetched claim you can imagine, while the placebo effect might work just as well.

Inspired by this book, I am ready to embark on the vegetarian diet (again), and can’t wait for fairer weather to come when I can run outside again (too bad I lost easy access to trails after my move)!

random tidbits of life

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True story: after a lengthy Q&A, here is the conversation between the old lady, whom I helped for half an hour, and me:

TOL: You are so wonderful. Thank you so much! How many kids do you have?
Me: Hmm… Zero?
TOL: (Laughs) Oh, you just look like you are used to being asked a lot of questions. You are so patient with me, like you know how to deal with 15 kids!
Me: Hahaha, maybe that is why I have so much patience!
TOL: Haha, maybe so!

It’s true. Patience is a limited resource; I used it all up at work.

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One morning last week, the hot water heater in my building broke overnight. I got up in the morning, already a bit late, and found out, to my horror, that there was no hot water. Called the emergency maintenance phone number but nobody answered (later the maintenance guy said that he was fixing the heater when I called). I had to wash my hands and face with ice cold water, brushed my hair to a ponytail because otherwise I looked like that caveman from the GEICO commercial, and generally felt wretched and unclean. Just when I was about to leave, the hot water miraculously came back, and I just had to take a shower, which had never felt so luxurious. Of course I was late for work, but it was worth it.

Don’t take things, even the most common or familiar ones, for granted. You will only value and miss it dearly when you lose it, even for just a few hours. I am now grateful for having hot water (and many many other things) every day.

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Two days ago I started having sharp pain in my lower back when I walked around, esp. when I bent backward. I freaked out: could it be a herniated disc? I am too young for this crap!

I am not a “massage person”, that is, I get massage very infrequently, partly because it’s so darn expensive, and partly because I had never felt the money was worth it. But I got a Tuina (a deep tissue type Chinese massage) by a lady recommended by a friend. O.M.G. It was intense. The muscles in my shoulders and lower back are still sore from the Tuina session Friday. But, my pain is gone! It was miraculous! Being pain-free is like being pardoned after a jail sentence. What a relief! The lady asked if I had a lot of stress in my life (she could tell?!), and said that my back was very tight and had a lot knots (I could feel the knots rolling under her fingers). It’s all true. She is the real deal. I think I might just go again next Friday to get the knots smoothed out!

In the meanwhile, I will be doing some serious stretching and foam-roller rolling every day. Can’t afford to be moving/feeling like an old lady at my age!

It’s a strange strange day

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It started out just a regular winter day, rainy, foggy, and gray.

Around 11am, lo and behold, I got an email! Not an email, but the email! The research grant I applied for a few months ago — I got it! My jaw dropped. Seriously? It’s not NSF, but still a pretty significant grant in my little field. I don’t know how many people from around the country we competed with, and I really don’t care. I just know that this is the biggest grant (big for my field, not a lot of $$ though) I have ever applied for and received, and it was MY IDEA! I dragged a colleague/friend to join me because I didn’t have the confidence to do it alone (even though I drafted the entire proposal), because I want a more experienced collaborator to bounce ideas off of, and because I need the motivation inherent in a partnership (so I won’t slack off and procrastinate). My friend enlisted me for her last project so I decided to return the favor (but of course, also for the above-mentioned selfish reasons).

Anyway, I was giddy all day. I don’t think I have been so happy at work for a while (well, I was pretty elated after that awesome class last week, where I totally clicked with the students, and the instructor sent me an effusive thank-you note afterwards saying that students even thanked her for my presentation, which never happened). I emailed my friend LH immediately, and even though I tried really hard not to tell my coworkers, I finally spilled it to a couple close ones. I was always afraid to put myself out there, doubtful of my ideas and writing abilities, and was hesitant to seek out grant opportunities because I didn’t want to feel rejected. But I guess I am getting a lot more thick-skinned these days (it’s about goddamned time — you are not a little girl anymore!). I do believe that even though the project doesn’t save lives or explore outer space, it is worthwhile in my little area. And that’s good enough for me. The current Administration is all about research (papers, grants, conference presentations), and since I am required to do research in my job anyway, I might as well do it with some extra motivation!

Around the same time this morning, I also got another email, this time from my supervisor, that my request last week regarding workload got approved. I debated with myself for days, and even after I submitted the request, whether I was doing the right thing. I was brought up to “work hard, keep my head down, and complain about nothing”, but this totally doesn’t work in this environment. My workload is about 1.5-2 times of most coworkers in similar positions, and I have put up with it for as long as I know, while all the new people came in demanding special treatments so they can work (as in, do their job) as little as possible in order to be “productive” in research, because everything (e.g., merit increase & promotion) is tied to “productivity.” It’s a horrible system when doing your “job” well is not going to get you anywhere, but publishing a lot (even if the articles are total crap), even if you suck at your job and are a jackass, will. I can never be as aggressive as they are, but I am sick of being a pushover. Two things I am finally coming to terms with, after observing the organizational culture: 1) “squeaky wheels get the grease” — if you don’t speak up for yourself, nobody else will, and 2) I don’t care what other people think of me anymore; I am done with feeling timid or apologetic, as long as I believe I am doing the right thing.

The winning streak continued even after I got home. In the mailbox was a special letter that I had been waiting for the last three months. Hallelujah! It’s getting close. I am keeping my fingers crossed. Dear Universe, please, just let me have this, okay? It’s been a long and arduous journey. Please make the rest of it smooth sailing from here on, pretty please? Thank you.

Yes, this is a strange strange day, in a very very good way. Is my luck finally, finally, turning for the better in 2012? I hope so! I am sure it is!

Finding Everett Ruess

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I first heard about Everett Ruess on NPR, where the author David Roberts was interviewed about his book, Finding Everett Ruess. I thought, “Hey, that sounds fascinating!” but since I was driving I didn’t remember the details and upon getting home, didn’t look it up. However, the name stuck with me, and so did the story of the 20-year-old that went missing in the desert Southwest wilderness in 1934.

The first half of the book is a reconstruction of Ruess’ life based on his letters, diaries, and other primary materials, while the 2nd half covers all the search efforts and speculations about his fate.

This is a well researched, and dare I say, “balanced” book, where the author acknowledged Everett’s legacy without shying away from his “faults and foibles.” However, the title is contradictory, since after many theories, false leads, and even a sensational “discovery”, Ruess (or what happened to him) was never “found.” His missing remains an “unsolved” mystery till this day.

Since I took a road trip to the desert Southwest in 2010 and loved every minute of it, I was particularly interested in this book. I have been to, driven through, or at least remembered many of the locations mentioned in the book, such as Monument Valley, Tuba City, Keyenta, etc. I felt as if Everett were a kindred spirit due to our mutual admiration for the striking landscape, the vermillion sandstone buttes and spires, and the open desert horizon. Of course, he took that spirit to a whole new level, while I was just some tourist.

Roberts aptly called Ruess “a precocious artist, a writer of promise, a romantic visionary verging on the mystical, a bold and resourceful solo explorer of the wilderness, and in some sense the first true celebrator of the beauty of the Southwest for its own sake.” Ruess’ blockprints are indeed excellent (esp. given that they were made when he was between 16 and 20). I personally find his writing, while lyrical, at times pompous, grandiose, and melodramatic, but again, amazing for a teenager (I have seen worse writing from college seniors). Some of his most memorable euphoric lines include “Once more I am roaring drunk with the lust of life and adventure and unbearable beauty” and “I am overwhelmed by the appalling strangeness and intricacy of the curiously tangled knot of life.”

Despite the accolades, Roberts didn’t pull any punches when it came to Everett’s flaws. He described how Everett’s parents unfailingly financially sponsored his vagabondage during the Great Depression when they were struggling to make ends meet, how Everett took their generosity for granted due to his “streak of self-indulgence fueled by a sense of entitlement.”

Like most of the “wilderness explorers” we have read about, Ruess was a loner that craved companionship and “true deep friendship.” He once wrote “I don’t have much trouble getting along with people, but I have the greatest difficulty in finding the sort of companionship I want.” Hmmm… I wonder why. Maybe he was too willful and selfish, and true companionship is not all about you, but about what you can bring to the relationship? In his correspondence with family and his practically only friend, Bill Jacobs, he often assumed the moral high ground, with full on distain for their lives, openly “contemptuous of his unambitious pals”. No wonder Bill turned him down or let him down over and over again, because people don’t want to travel or be with someone who doesn’t respect them.

In fact, this is the problem with all the “wilderness explorers” I’ve read about so far, whether it’s McCandless (Into the Wild), Morgensten (The Last Season), or Ruess. They all regarded their lifestyle as superior to that of the common masses. They all wanted their partner to be just like them and to adopt their lifestyle. Did they want to contribute something to the relationship that was outside their comfort zone? Were they willing to make sacrifices, compromises, or accommodation for the other person? NO. They were all selfish human beings with a God complex that made poor partners.

Roberts made a fair assessment of his character, “One of the least attractive aspects of Everett’s five-year swagger across California and the Southwest is the way that, surrounded by the detritus of the Depression, he managed for the most part to ignore the hopelessness and poverty he saw at every hand. And when he did not ignore it, he sometimes railed against the stricken men and women whose paths he crossed as if their blighted dreams and everyday misery were their own fault, the natural outcome of failed imagination and sedentary torpor. All this, while Christopher and Stella [his parents] were subsidizing his endless ramble.” Touche! I must say I found his arrogance downright repelling.

In the book Ruess was compared to John Muir. I think this is an overstatement. Maybe Ruess peaked too early; if he had started the journey when he was a bit more mature, he might have reached the height of Muir. However, the whole time I was reading this book, my only impression was that 1) Ruess worshipped beauty for beauty’s sake with a blind idealistic fervor, and 2) he is a taker not a giver. Ruess took everything in sight: he took the lives of rattlesnakes, he robbed the Native American sites, he ignored the sacredness of the Navajo hogans… He took the beauty of the Southwest and turned it into art for his own gain (selling his art), but he never bothered to give back to the land. Had it ever occurred to him that there was more to just appreciating the beauty? Did he put in any preservation effort like Muir did? No. He loved to wander, pure and simple. I don’t fault him for that, since he was so young; I just think that comparing him to Muir is an insult to the latter.

To conclude: recommended for people that love the “wilderness adventure” genre.

The Piano Shop on the Left Bank

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As an adult beginner discovering (instead of “rediscovering” like the author did) the joy (and frustration) of learning to read music and play the piano, I am particularly fascinated with “piano memoirs — grownup edition” (instead of chronicles of child prodigies, which only discourage me). I was fairly unimpressed by Piano Lessons by Noah Adams, but The Piano Shop on the Left Bank captivated me from the first page. What a charming little gem!

The book starts almost like an adventure, with the author being intrigued by a mysterious piano shop and its equally enigmatic owner in his Paris neighborhood. As the story unfolds, it becomes a “romance”, as he slowly got to know Luc the owner and his business, and embarked on the quest to find his dream piano. He was first an outsider, but after he was finally accepted into Luc’s inner circle, he described in great detail the “French Way” of socialization, obviously enamored by the French culture of intricate social connections, sophistication, intellect, and subtlety. Thrown in the mix are memories of his early piano student years (a mix of happiness and horror) and taking lessons again in the present days as an adult after he finally purchased a piano from Luc. A large part of the book is also history, about piano, tuners, etc.. What’s really remarkable is that the story itself is actually rather prosaic (there are thousands or more piano sales every day in the world), but the author wrote in such an elegant and fluid style that it almost seems to have come from another era. If it were to be made into a movie, I would picture it in a warm sepia tone, like a nostalgic old movie, a romantic French movie.

The biggest glaring flaw is the author’s unfortunate habit of peppering the book with a lot of French words, phrases, and sentences, and often without translation, as if he assumed that:

  • having French on the pages (often arbitrarily, as Luc would be quoted in English in one paragraph and then uttering French in another) made the story look more authentic and sophisticated, and…
  • his readers understood French so translation were unnecessary. Typical Francophile arrogance/pretentiousness– I see it happen quite a bit with writers using French, while people that incorporate foreign languages other than French almost always provide translation.

Furthermore, I can’t get a clear feel of the author’s personality. He doesn’t seem to have his own voice; he comes off just a gentle shadow, hovering on the edge of French conversations, listening with a starstruck reverence and humble naïveté. At times, it sounds almost like he is more infatuated with pianos as “objects”, rather than the act of “playing the piano”, although either way is completely fine.

** Recommended, but only to those that are interested in music or piano, or, well, France/Paris.

Staycation Goals — mostly accomplished!

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I’ve been an exercise fiend the past few days (ever since I made the early New Year’s Resolutions)!

  • Today: 20 minute treadmill (3.5 walk with 5 incline), followed by a Zumba class.
  • Yesterday: 30 minute treadmill (5-5.5mph run for 20 minutes and 3.5mph walk + 5 incline for 10 mins), followed by a “Heavy Metal” class, followed by a yoga class.
  • The day before: 40 minutes of treadmill (interval training, 20 min run + 20 min incline walk), followed by a kickboxing class (it was so intense I wanted to leave after the first 15 minutes, but somehow persevered).

Since this is the week before the new year, lots of people are prob. vacationing in Hawaii so the classes are uncharacteristically uncrowded. I expect it’s going to be insane once people are back in town, armed with their new resolutions, and the extra pounds from all the holiday merriment.

I love all the classes I’ve taken so far, but my favorite is Zumba (also the most popular class in the gym), followed closely by “Heavy Metal” (cardio-based strength training with kettlebells). I hate upper body exercises — I just don’t feel motivated to use the machines in the gym. “Heavy Metal” really works my arm and core muscles, and in a fun way. My body is sore all over, in a good way!

A new epiphany about eating healthy: out of sight – out of mind, and out of hands – out of stomach. Two nights ago I came home all pumped up from the workout, and ate a very light dinner. Unfortunately, I also stayed up late so around 11:30pm my defense crumbled like a sand castle. I ate a whole packet of salty crackers, which I hadn’t touched or thought about all day! Lessons learned:

  • don’t buy any snacks that you think you can resist, because you will surrender at the worst time (midnight),
  • if you are tempted, do something that involves the use of your hands (playing the piano, cleaning the kitchen, typing on the computer… anything to keep your fingers off the snacks,
  • go to bed early — midnight oil requires oil (fuel)!

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My staycation is almost over! *sobs*

Anyway, I’ve been rather prolific (in terms of blogging) and productive (in terms of getting things done). I am pretty happy and stress-free. I’ve accomplished most of my staycation goals:

  • Got over the cold, YES!!!
  • Mastered one piano piece (okay, falling short on that).
  • Finished reading a few books.
  • Checked a few long overdue things off my to-do list.

The most shocking revelation today, is that I am was absolutely ignorant when it comes to personal finance! It just occurred to me that what I thought was 403(b) was actually a pension plan that uses TIAA-CREF. The whole “optional” and “voluntary” and “employer matching” totally got me confused. Turns out, my employer only matches (a small amount) the pension plan, and 403(b) is something we have to initiate on our own with no employer matching. Seriously?

Oh, and there is more… I logged in my account for the first time in… 2 or 3 years (maybe longer), and realized that my fund allocation was so conservative that it looked as if it belonged to someone nearing retirement (why did I even invest in Money Market?!). So I adjusted it to “moderately aggressive”, and did a ton of research (not the sophisticated charting and graphing, just reading up on concepts) on 403(b) and Roth IRA.

I am pretty sure I will set up a Roth IRA, just not sure with which company (Fidelity vs. Vanguard), although I don’t know if I have enough left to contribute to 403(b). One thing is for sure: savings account in a bank is the worst idea in the long run, and I have been doing that for as long as I can remember. Should I get a financial advisor to “plan for my retirement” (target retirement date, blah blah blah)? I always thought retirement was sooooooo far away, but I guess I am finally mentally ready to take that step. Yikes!!!

Switch: How to Change Things When Change Is Hard

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This is an excellent (and timely, considering all the NY resolutions) book! If you want to save time, you can just read the first and  last chapters, as those in the middle are just examples (case studies) to illustrate their points. Or, you can read my notes below (all quoted or synthesized from the book) — not a cliff-note, but better!

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The Three Surprising Truths about Change and What You Can Do about Them:

  • Direct the Rider (our analytical side): What looks like resistance is often a lack of clarity. Provide crystal-clear direction (instead of telling people to “eat healthy”, give them clear directions like “buy 1% milk instead of whole milk.” Don’t think big picture, think in terms of specific behaviors. Change is easier when you know where you’re going and why it’s worth it.
  • Motivate the Elephant (our emotional side): What looks like laziness is often exhaustion. Will power is exhaustible so it’s critical to engage people’s emotional side in addition to their analytical side. For example, “show, don’t just tell. Cultivate a sense of identity and instill the growth mindset.
  • Shape the Path: What looks like a people problem is often a situational problem. For example, use smaller plates for portion control. Break down the change into small attainable steps until it no longer spooks the Elephant.

People pay closer attention to the bad stuff, reflect on it more, remember it longer, and weigh it more heavily in assessing the person overall.

This negative focus is not confined to emotions. Across the board, we seem wired to focus on the negative. We call it the “negative positive asymmetry

We need to switch from archaeological problem solving to bright-spot evangelizing.

As we face more and more options, “we become overloaded. Choice no longer liberates, it debilitates. It might even be said to tyrannize.”

Decision paralysis can be deadly for change-because the most familiar path is always the status quo.

People are sensitive to social norms — power of social pressure.

People often succeeded by formulating solutions that were strikingly smaller than the problems they were intended to solve.

SMART goals-goals that are Specific, Measurable, Actionable, Relevant, and Timely.

First, follow the bright spots. You’re sure to find some things that are working better than others. Don’t obsess about the failures. Instead, investigate and clone the successes.

Highly successful change efforts, people find ways to help others see the problems or solutions in ways that influence emotions, not just thought.

The sequence of change is not ANALYZE THINK-CHANGE, but rather SEE-FEEL-CHANGE.

Positive illusions make it hard for us to orient ourselves-to get a clear picture of where we are and how we’re doing.

The positive emotion of interest broadens what we want to investigate. When we’re interested, we want to get involved, to learn new things, to tackle new experiences. We become more open to new ideas.

People find it more motivating to be partly finished with a longer journey than to be at the starting gate of a shorter one. Make the change small enough that they can’t help but score a victory.

People who have a fixed mindset believe that their abilities are basically static.

With a fixed mindset, you believe that you may get a little bit better or worse at those skills, but basically your abilities reflect the way you’re wired. Your behavior, then, is a good representation of your natural ability,

If you are someone with a fixed mindset, you tend to avoid challenges, because if you fail, you fear that others will see your failure as an indication of your true ability and see you as a loser. People feel threatened by negative feedback, because it seems as if the critics are saying they’re better than you, positioning themselves at a level of natural ability higher than yours. You try not to be seen exerting too much effort.

People who have a growth mindset believe that abilities are like muscles-they can be built up with practice.

A growth mindset compliment praises effort rather than natural skill

“Everything is hard before it is easy”

“Nobody laughs at babies and says how dumb they are because they can’t talk.”

The growth mindset, then, is a buffer against defeatism. It reframes failure as a natural part of the change process. And that’s critical, because people will persevere only if they perceive falling down as learning rather than as foiling.

Our inspiration to change ourselves comes from our desire to live up to those identities.

People have a systematic tendency to ignore the situational forces that shape other people’s behavior.

Fundamental Attribution Error.” The error lies in our inclination to attribute people’s behavior to the way they are rather than to the situation they are in.

Action triggers (visualizing when and where you are going to do something important) simply have to be specific enough and visible enough to interrupt people’s normal stream of consciousness.

The value of action triggers resides in the fact that we are preloading a decision.

What action triggers do is create an “instant habit.” Habits are behavioral autopilot, and that’s exactly what action triggers are setting up.

“Free spaces” -small-scale meetings where reformers can gather and ready themselves for collective action without being observed by members of the dominant group.

Cultivate good habits and reinforce them. Reinforcement is the secret to getting past the first step of your long journey.

Most of us are terrible reinforcers. We are quicker to grouse than to praise. At work, we love to bond with our colleagues through communal complaining. (this is called “verbal grooming.”) But this is all wrong: We need to be looking for bright spots-however tiny and rewarding them.

Learning to spot and celebrate approximations  (rewarding each tiny step toward the destination) requires us to scan the environment constantly, looking for little rays of sunshine, and it isn’t easy.

Exposure effict, which means that the more you’re exposed to something, the more you like it.

Cognitive dissonance works in your favor. People don’t like to act in one way and think in another. So once a small step has been taken, and people have begun to act in a new way, it will be increasingly difficult for them to dislike the way they’re acting. Similarly, as people begin to act differently, they’ll start to think of themselves differently, and as their identity evolves, it will reinforce the new way of doing things.

The people who change have clear direction, ample motivation, and a supportive environment.

Comcrap, Part II

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Have I said “Comcast sucks!” before? Yes, I believe so (the whole billing mess when I moved, if I remember correctly). Then I promptly deleted it coz I didn’t want the rant about this stupid company to pollute my blog space. I will prob. delete this too at some point, but I need to get this off my chest, now.

For the months of Sept to Nov, my “broadband” had been behaving badly: dropped connection and frequently slowing down to crawling speed (1.2mpbs download speed — awesome!). It was a miracle that I waited so long to call for tech support. I called customer disservice. The person told me that the tech visit would be free if it was Comcast’s problem (equipment, lines, etc.). Okay, so far so good. The tech came over, determined that the previous tech left a “reduce speed clip” on the cable (whatever that means, sneaky previous tech!), and that my rented modem was failing. He swapped in a new one. End of story, right? Imagine my surprise when I saw the whopping $32 of “service charge” in my bill!

When I called Comcrap this morning, the lady nonchalantly declared that: 1) Comcrap is NOT responsible for the failed modem (“Comcast is only responsible for the cables outside”), and 2) in order to get the $32 waived, I had to sign up for the $2.99/m “customer protection plan”. What a load of @#$%! First of all, I RENTED the modem by paying $7/m precisely because I didn’t want to deal with modem problems, and because when I signed up, the customer disservice informed me that Comcrap will replace the modem if anything goes wrong, FREE OF CHARGE, if I rent their modem instead of having my own. In other words, I am already paying $7 for “protection.” Secondly,  forcing me to sign up for “customer protection plan” in order to get rid of a charge that should not have existed in the first place — what kind of extortion is that?! Sure it’s not a lot of money, but it’s a matter of principle. I demanded to talk to her manager because “I don’t think it’s fair.” She reluctantly put me on hold, then came back and said that she would “waive the fee as a one-time courtesy” (yeah, right, more like “I want to get you off my back and then go all voodoo on you”).

Three things I learned from all the unpleasantness with Comcrap:

  • Monopoly is like dictatorship — it’s a blight on human civilization. We finally have Quest in the area and I am going to go for them after my current subscription is up — it might be just as bad but at least now I have a choice in my area.
  • Comcrap is looking more and more like a Mafia.
  • You have to play hardball with these people — if the disservice people refuse to help you with your reasonable requests, insist on talking to their manager. It doesn’t pay to be nice, unfortunately.

2012 Resolutions — Starting Today!

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Well, 2011 SUCKS big time, so it follows that 2012 is going to ROCK (no, not that kind of rock)! I just know it! I drafted a long post a couple weeks ago reflecting on/examining my “midnight blue” — instead of “skyblue” — 2011, and upon reviewing, realized that I was whining about the same old stuff that I’d been lamenting about for years: low/zero self-esteem, guilt & resentment (in that order), feeling of unworthiness… You get the picture. I am just tired of it. I don’t need soul-searching; I already know my problem(s). Since I can’t change my past 30+ years, I can only change in the next year, and the year after that, and so on. As LOA states, the more you focus on the negative stuff, even if it’s “I don’t want that…”, the more you are likely to 1) wallow in it, 2) use it as an excuse for your unhappiness so you don’t have to be personally accountable for your situation, and 3) attract exactly the kind of yucky stuff that you don’t want.

So, without further ado, here is a list of my resolutions (you don’t think I only have one, right?), based on the S.M.A.R.T. (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, Timely) Goal-setting Principles:

BE HEALTHY:

  • Goal: Lose 25 pounds by next June. (* I shaved off 10 pounds from my original goal to make it more attainable)
  • To do:
    • Exercise at least an hour a day, at least 5 days a week. Exercise can be gym stuff (treadmill, group class, etc.), swimming, Yoga, hiking, or even just gentle walking. Just get your butt off the couch!
    • Learn to make interesting and delicious vegetarian dishes so I won’t binge due to the boredom factor.
    • Bring home-made lunch to work instead of eating out.
    • Go to bed before 11pm; disconnect (from the Internet) half an hour before bedtime.

CULTIVATE A JOYFUL, ABUNDANT MINDSET:

  • Goal: reduce (I am realistic enough to recognize that there is no way I can completely “eliminate”) negativity from my mind.
  • To do:
    • Anger management (you are NOT a slave to your thoughts, and patience is truly a virtue).
    • Meditate, even for just 5 minutes, daily (no excuse!).
    • Immerse myself in emotionally nourishing stuff (no more depressing movies, grim books, dark music, etc. — as an adult working full-time, I have limited free time so I need to be selective about stuff I want to spend my precious time on).
    • Surround myself with upbeat, optimistic, and cheerful people (no more gossiping and bitchin’ at or about work — it only makes me even more bitter).
    • Cultivate a sense of gratitude for the stuff that I have, instead of fretting over the lack.
    • Deal with the low self-esteem issue ** this is a biggie and prob. should have its own category, but for now, I am going to address smaller, more “attainable” (let alone “measurable”) issues as a start.

BECOME FULLY COMMITTED TO PIANO STUDY:

  • Goal: attain “intermediate” level playing, can sight read proficiently, develop a repertoire of at least 5 pieces (on average, less than 1 piece every two months — totally attainable) (* I cut down the number from the original 10 to make it more attainable)
  • To do:
    • Practice every day for at least 30 minutes except for special occasions (sick, travel, etc.)
    • Learn music theory, techniques, and ear training, in addition to developing repertoire.
    • Participate actively in the Piano World ABF to stay motivated.

BECOME FULLY COMMITTED TO WORK:

  • Goal: since I am stuck with this job for a while, I might as well learn to fully embrace it, with a cheerful attitude. Remember that in the long run, you are working for yourself, not your employer.
  • To do:
    • Network with faculty at my liaison departments (shyness is NOT an excuse!): attend their meetings, have informal chats with the friendly ones, curriculum mapping. JUST SHOW UP.
    • Be less of a perfectionist: don’t spend countless hours perfecting something when most people won’t notice the difference — good enough is good enough. Be strategic about your time.
    • Be more ASSERTIVE: speak up at meetings and participate in committees (incl. those in professional organizations), be collegial to all coworkers (including those you dislike — find the bright spots).
    • Get PUBLISHED (2 academic articles this year).

HAVE A LIFE:

  • Goal: have a healthy social life
  • To do:
    • Be nicer to my friends: I pushed away all my friends this year because of my depression; I will do my best to mend these broken friendships.
    • Accept who you are and stop comparing yourself to others: you have a lot to offer — BELIEVE IT!
    • Cultivate new friendships. Join an interest group, get out there, SHOW UP.
    • Start dating again. I want to get married (there, I said it, it’s out), and not because I want to appease my parents, or because my best friend (who declared in all seriousness year after year that we would travel and grow old together if we didn’t find someone) “abandoned” me by getting married and is now expecting a baby, but because I am tired of being alone. Marriage is out of my control, but I need to get out there and date, because I ain’t gonna meet anyone if I stay home all day watching The X-Files for the umpteenth time.

Those are the big ones I can think of at this moment. I will continue modifying the list.

I already started today — why wait? I went to the gym (after a full month of hiatus due to the cold, which is still not completely over), did yoga, will meditate before bed tonight, practiced piano, posted on PWABF, didn’t lose my temper when I found out about yet another Comcast shenanigan, didn’t get all worked up when Mom sounded very irritated with me on the phone (I can’t change her; I can only change myself and how I react to things. I empathized with her without dragging myself down the bottomless hole of guilt. I forgive her and myself for the way things are. I hope things will improve next year.). Not bad for a first day!

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo / Midnight in Paris

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I didn’t know what to expect when I bought the ticket to the new movie The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, since I’d read the books and watched the Swedish version. In all honesty, I was drawn to it because of Daniel Craig (how can this man look so darn dashing in practically everything?). However, it rewards me with much more than eye candy. This is one of the best thrillers I have watched in a while! It’s taut, grim, stylish, suspenseful (even if you already know the story), visually stunning, socially provocative, and the two main characters are absolutely magnetic. The opening is also worth mentioning — it’s like the punk/goth version of 007! The movie is so good it makes me want to read the brilliant Millennium Trilogy all over again. I hope David Fincher & Co. will do the other two installments.

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I “rented” Midnight in Paris from iTunes (I gave up on Netflix streaming — the selection of newer releases is abysmal) because I read good reviews on it when it was aired in the theater, and also because I am a Woody Allen fan (in addition to the classics, his recent works Match Point, Vicki Cristina Barcelona, and Whatever Works are all excellent). However, I was sorely disappointed. I don’t know if it’s the color of the film (and I mean the “film” — the overall “golden” tone with exaggerated bright colors is terribly annoying), the cast (Owen Wilson is a funny comedy actor, but he is just too slick to play the unfulfilled bookish aspiring novelist), or the story itself (I love fantasy, but the whole “saved by magic and lived in Paris happily ever after” is such a cop-out). Every character is a caricature/stereotype. This movie is like a tourism video gone bad (Vicki Cristina Barcelona is also like a tourism promotion for Spain, but at least it has a thought-provoking story) — the only saving grace is the quickly glossed-over message that people always romanticize the “good old days” instead of valuing the present.

The Last Season

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I am a sucker for the “outdoor adventure genre” — so far I’ve read Into Thin Air (excellent), Into the Wild (wonderful),  Touching the Void (too technical for me), and The Call of the Wild/White Fang (amazing), and have 127 Hours on my Kindle (even though I already watched the movie). I have a deep appreciation and reverence for Nature; the few brave (or stupid, depending on your view) souls that dare to venture deep into it fascinate me (although I am not one of those people).

It’s then no surprise that The Last Season, recommended to me via Good Reads (the Netflix for books!), caught my attention, and I devoured it in two days. This is an excellent piece of work, on par with Jon Krakauer’s two “Into’s”. Interestingly, Into the Wild and The Last Season even look alike (I guess the publisher for The Last Season is targeting the readers of Wild): both covers feature a photograph of the outdoors followed by some words from the book, chapters in both books start with quotes from various personalities, both stories are engrossing page turners, and Krakauer and Blehm even write in a similar style (both books are meticulously researched with rich details, both authors use language that is straightforward yet engaging, and both regard their subjects with compassion).

Looks similar? (Image from GoodReads.com)

The Last Season is about the disappearance of and subsequent Search and Rescue operation for Randy Morgenson, a backcountry ranger that had worked 28 seasons for the National Park Service, mostly in the Sequoia & Kings Canyon National Park in California. The incident itself is at best an investigative piece in a newspaper or magazine. What’s amazing, however, is that the author, Eric Blehm, weaves that perfectly with other aspects of his life: childhood, parents, friends, marriage and affair, adventures, work at the NPS, his writings and thoughts, and events that happened after his disappearance, and a “biography/mystery” is born (his body wasn’t found until five years later and even today, there is no absolute certainty why or how he died).

What’s truly great about this book, is how Randy is presented, and how you can’t but be captivated by him and his stories, and can’t stop reading until the end. Randy was a complicated man. He was a hero to many park visitors, a role model for many rangers, an excellent employee to supervisors that appreciated his dedication, a headache to NPS (the bureaucracy that didn’t recognize his contribution or heed his suggestions), a passionate protector of the backcountry, a devoted son to his parents, a reliable friend, a romantic lover, and a lousy husband. He was both an idealistic dreamer and a cynical misanthrope. He was both selfless and self-absorbed, good with people and yet an ultimate loner, a philosopher and a hypocrite. Throughout his life he suffered from his inability to “reconcile his life in the mountains with ordinary life outside that world”, and therefore hurting his wife. Blehm obviously has great sympathy for his wife, as he stated,

She understood that his most heated love affair hadn’t been with some “other woman”, or even with her — it was with the High Sierra. In a sense, when she finally decided to make the separation permanent, the divorce papers had been walking papers. She had simply set him free.

In Randy’s personal turmoils, the only true victim was Judi, his wife (and not because I am biased, being a woman). The truth is, even when he was an attentive husband and romantic lover at the beginning of their marriage, it was BECAUSE OF the mountains. Throughout their relationship, he didn’t make any compromises — Judi had to “hike in” to meet him, Judi had to be more adventurous in order to “impress” him, Judi was expected to give up everything to live the backcountry lifestyle that he desired (and she was wise to refuse), and Judi helped take care of his mother when she was dying, while Randy didn’t even ask when her mother passed away. He was a charismatic man, and yet, a gigantic failure as a life partner because of his selfishness and his single-minded fixation with the backcountry.

Despite the apparent similarities between Season and Wild, the two characters couldn’t be more different: Randy came from an intact and almost perfect family, he was a seasoned backcountry ranger, he died of an accident (although this is still debatable) instead of stupidity. Was Randy a tragic hero, or just a tragedy, like McCandless? A little bit of both. He was… human, albeit maladjusted. I wish he had dealt with his emotional issues earlier, and apparently, escaping into the mountains didn’t actually heal him.

My emotions were all over the place as I was reading this book: I was intrigued by his early life, impressed by his achievements, admired his love for the mountains and his vision for the backcountry, enjoyed his writing (no matter how “vague” it is), respected him for being an exemplary ranger, happy about his courtship with Judi, angry at his betrayal, sad about his death, sorry that the initial search party missed his body by 0.25 mile (!!!), and relieved that he finally got the recognition that he deserved (like such things in life, it always comes too late). Blehm brought out the whole person, the flawed but real person. Underneath it all, however, I cared about him, flaws and all, and wondered about his fate. Making the readers care about the character — that is the true proof of a book’s success.

Verdict: highly recommended.

Juliet, Naked

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Nick Hornby has finally returned to form! High Fidelity and About a Boy are still the epitomes of his brilliance, but I am very pleased to have read and enjoyed Juliet, Naked, esp. after being thoroughly unimpressed by his more mediocre efforts, namely, How to Be Good and A Long Way Down.

Juliet, Naked can be regarded as the third installment of the trilogy I would glibly call “Chronicles of A Man Child” (the first two being High Fidelity and About a Boy), even though they feature different males in these three books, and Juliet has not one, but three protagonists, one of them a woman.

In this book, the “pudgy 40-something” Duncan, is just like Rob, only a decade older. He is this aimless small town academic that is obsessed with Tucker Crowe, a 50-ish obscure rock singer that has been a non-producing recluse for 20 years. Duncan prides himself on his encyclopedic knowledge of Tucker Crowe, and his critical taste in music. Thrown in the mix is Annie, a 39-year-old woman, who has a loveless, passionless, and uneventful live-in relationship with Duncan for the past 15 years. She mostly tolerates Duncan’s obsession, until she takes a listen to “Juliet, Naked” (a recently released crude and unfinished collection of songs previously on Juliet, Tucker’s master piece 20 years ago, now known as, in the “inner circles” of his fans, “Juliet, Dressed“), gets exasperated by the pretentiousness in Duncan’s fawning review, and writes her own review that expresses exactly the opposite opinion. The review is later posted on the fan website that Duncan maintains.

This divergence of opinions and tastes set things in motion. Duncan cheats on Annie and gets kicked out, Annie accepts the betrayal without much grief because she is already restless and unhappy, increasingly lonely in the relationship, and secretly lamenting her wasting the past 15 years being stuck to Duncan. An email from Tucker sparks a correspondence between Annie and Tucker, and eventually, a meeting between the three of them results in them reexamining their lives and making changes, or not.

Duncan is your typical Hornby’s man-child: music elitist, obsessed with obscurity for obscurity’s sake, just kind of drifting without goals or ambition. He is even more pathetic than Rob and Will because he is a middle-aged bloke with zero self-awareness. Tucker, on the other hand, is the jaded has-been that is worn out and buried in mounting regrets, about his career (or the lack of) and his family life (four ex-wives and five mostly estranged children). His emailing Annie starts out as an innocent gesture of appreciation that someone sane finally gets it, but then develops into a connection that he may or may not be able to sustain. Annie, the woman that feels trapped in a small town, a boring job, and a dead-end relationship, is acutely lonely and the email flirtation gives her hope, even though she isn’t actually expecting anything concrete.

When the three finally meet, things quickly fall apart, but not in a disastrous way. They face each other and reveal fully who they really are. Tucker is just a regular guy, tired, aging, a wretched husband and somewhat lousy father. Annie is the uncool middle-aged woman that immediately assumes the role of a nagging (but caring) wife because that’s how she shows she cares. Duncan, ever the arrogant cultural snob, becomes an awkward babbling fool.

The ending is realistic, tentatively optimistic without being sappy, with a tinge of sadness. Do people really change? Will they make the effort to change? The reality is that sometimes they don’t. Most of us just carry on, in the only trajectory we know how. Once in a while, some of us take a brave step for a different track, and that is something to be celebrated.

Juliet, Naked is Hornby’s musing on life, love, relationship, parenting, art, and fans on the Internet, but mostly, about change, regret, and the predicament of ordinary people’s lives. Hornby’s the trademark bleak humor, smart metaphors, and incisive characterization are all there. The book is just as quotable as the other. Hornby’s established his own genre: engaging stories that humorously examine relationships and the human (mostly, men’s) psyche. He is perceptive, but compassionate. His characters are (sometimes deeply) flawed, but always real and likeable.

P.S. I highly recommend the audio version of this book! Unlike the monotonous “verbaling” that plagues many audiobooks, Juliet‘s audiobook is “acted” by three people. Their reading is animated, infectious, and true to the characters (great British accent and dead on with character mannerism and personality). I feel as if I were listening to a play.

P.P.S. If this is to be made into a movie, I think Simon Pegg will be great as Duncan, while Catherine Tate will make an excellent Annie. I can’t, however, immediately identify an actor for Tucker. Hmmm…

Sage

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The scent is heavenly

I have never been a very spiritual person, even though many elements of “spirituality” appeals to me (mind-body connection, Law of Attraction, homeopathy, etc.). I am not at all interested in dancing around a bonfire,  dressed in loose hippie robes, chanting magical words, and waving a bunch of sage to drive away the evil spirits. However, my lack of enlightenment didn’t stop me from reaching for the “sage smudge stick” while shopping at Whole Foods tonight. I was bored, and not particularly hungry, so I took my time wandering in the “natural paraphernalia” section (that is, candles, incenses, little eye pillows stuffed with lavender, and all kinds of cutesy “organic” “handmade” arts and crafts). They looked beautiful on the shelves, if nothing else.

For some reason, I got attracted to the little packet of sage smudge stick (I didn’t even know its name before, although I must have seen it a thousand times in various health foods stores). My Ex used it once in his house, but at that time I thought he was just trying to get rid of the burned smell in the kitchen.

A reminder to self: be healthy!

After getting home, I couldn’t wait to give it a try. The stick lighted up immediately. I let it burn a couple seconds, then stabbed it against the sink to put out the flame. Several swirling threads of smoke came out and filled the kitchen with a heavenly scent. It’s pungent, but not provocative; fragrant, but not nauseating. It smells clean, healing, and expansive, evoking images of forests and mountains. I took a few deep breaths. Wow, even though I don’t really believe the “warding off bad spirits” thing, I did feel great breathing in the aroma (which in a senses, is similar to calling “bad energy be gone!”)! I put it in a decorative ceramic bowl, walked around the apartment and used a magazine to fan the smoke around. I didn’t “wave” the stick because I didn’t want to trigger the smoke detector; fanning it dilutes the smoke.

I am addicted! I want my apartment to smell like sage all the time (although smoke is still a health hazard). I guess the takeaway lesson is: don’t knock something before you try it yourself. Who knows, maybe one day I will dance around a bonfire in a hippie dress, in the middle of the woods under a full moon (okay, maybe not, but never say never)!

Busy…

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I’ve been busy, with work (I am SO looking forward to the 2-week staycation the end of this month), piano (okay, not really, but I have this romanticized fantasy of me devoting myself to learning the piano that’s more gratifying than the real thing), reading, and… getting sick. Yup, suffering from a severe and prolonged cold has been my annual ritual for 3 consecutive years now (to put a positive spin to it, I call it “my immune system booster”).

"Cough! Cough!!" (CC Image by akahodag)

While in the past I managed to nib a couple colds in the bud, I reluctantly succumbed to it this time. I have tried everything: OTC Robitussin (ineffective), Mucinex (useless), Umcka (not working), Emergen-C/Airborne (too late), folk remedies (ginger tea, Daikon Radish soup, lemon honey water, you name it, all failed to deliver)… Ugh! My shoulders hurt from all the coughing. I have been waking up a couple times a night to cough up a storm, and mornings are esp. painful. Yuck! Anyway, I finally couldn’t take it anymore and went to urgent care. It’s ridiculous that we have to see a doctor (when I already know that it’s nothing but a terrible cold — and the doc confirmed it), when all I needed was just prescription for a strong cough suppressant (Codeine, baby!). Where are all the in-house nurse practitioners that we keep hearing about — nurses that work in the pharmacy that can prescribe common drugs? Not at Walgreens, not Rite Aid, not Fred Meyer, not anywhere in this town.

On a lighter note, a big accomplishment this year:

Top Goals for the staycation:

  • Get over this damn cold. Really.
  • Master the three piano pieces: none particularly difficult if I really put in the hours
    • Vandall Prelude #7 in B Minor (very “Moonlight Sonata”)
    • Vandall Prelude #4 in F Major (relaxing and dreamy)
    • Bach Minuet in G Minor (pretty melody)
  • Read at least 2 books (ever since I got my Kindle, I have become a book collector — ironic since I don’t collect paper books)
  • Get my personal finance in order: I have zero retirement planning (except for the account set up by the employer, and I rarely ever look at my asset allocation or earnings on that account). I need to get an Roth IRA or something. Maybe I should consult a financial planner. Or do some self-education.
  • Start writing that article I have been thinking about for the past 6 months. ** Only if I am bored — I need a break from WORK!
  • Start working on myself: emotionally, physically, intellectually, spiritually. This is a multilayer multilevel task for another post (or posts).
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