Recently I was humbled by an event that put my English skills into question. Quick test: Do you know what "bi-weekly" means? Does it mean twice a week, or every 2 weeks?
Tough, right? I didn't know, and apparently it's both! In the dictionary it says "bi-weekly" can be used interchangeably, and it's up to the reader to figure out. Well I'll be damned. My first thought was "I didn't know that," but my second thought was, "they should really come up with a better word for both concepts," because if I tell someone to water the plants bi-weekly, how does that person know how often to water the plants? Water them too often and you could flood them out and they die, but don't water them enough and they could dry out and die. In case you're wondering, it's the same for tri-weekly as well.
Other examples I struggle with:
1.) fewer v. less
2.) maybe v. may be (when to use each)
3.) when to use hyphens between words like Anglo-Saxon or semi truck? See I'm not sure, and if I'm not sure, I don't think most of the world is sure. It's almost like most American people need a refresher course on English (as well as my proposed financial literacy course upon turning 18).
English is FULL of these conundrums , paradoxes, unclear points that didn't get hashed out, and at this point they're not going to be. It makes you wonder what people who started this language were thinking, and makes me want to go back and tell people to "do better!" But then again, language is like a really incredible thing, able to describe things that are difficult to express and which saves a lot of people a lot of time. When asked about what's the greatest invention in history, rarely do people say "language" because there's so many of them, but shouldn't that be near the top of all inventions, in the top 5 at least? It has a huge utility, is used by almost every single person in the world,
MJ and I purchased matching iPhone XR's today to replace our older models. For some reason I have an eerie feeling about being sucked into this trap by Apple where our lives, our minds, our souls are sucked into the Apple Universe (and not a cool one like Spiderman: into the Spiderverse). It's all part of this subscription business model nowadays that reminds me of the "the first hit is free, but then they got you" drug culture.
There's been just a bit of buzz recently about 2020 Presidential candidate Andrew Yang, notable to me because he's Asian American. He's never held public office before, but he has these ideas about implementing a universal basic income and imposing a value added tax on huge corporations like Amazon and Google, and the most salient (am I using that word correctly? I'm doubting myself now!) point is accepting that robots/ automation are taking over the world, and what people should be doing about it. His big example is self-driving truckers replacing the 3 million truckers in the US. My first thought was, out of 300 million people in the US? 1% are truck drivers? That's kind of a lot, given how many people aren't in the work force, and that we don't think about truck drivers as a normal profession. I've always wondered what it'd be like to be a truck driver, just you and the open road and maybe a podcast or radio station on, with your thoughts. And in this fantasy I have it's always like driving through verdant fields and through the mountains with rainbows peeking through, but in reality it's probably like a lot of toll roads, stopping for checkpoints, sleeping in your car, missing your family, the same boring stretch of the I-90 or I-80 cross country over and over again, there and back. Probably not my cup of tea, not anyone's cup of tea. It's at this point I remind myself how cushy of a job I have.
As the Korean phrase goes, 눈코 뜰 새 없다
I'm so busy I don't have time to open eyes or nose. Sometimes I wonder if I'm lowering my quality of life by trying to rush through life. I always feel pressured to get things done like I'm in a race, I have no time, which I do feel pressure of......I feel like I only have a finite time left to live, I feel myself getting older all the time, I have so much stuff to do before having a baby and my life being over! (not really over, but people who have kids tell me they can't do ANYTHING!) But by rushing all the time, I lose the quality of experiences, like when playing dodgeball I rush through it like I have somewhere to be and need to end the game quickly, which makes me impatient and play worse. I barely have conversations with people before I have to go to my next activity (a BIG problem I've had and probably why I don't have that many deep relationships), and apparently I don't spend enough time washing myself/ washing dishes thoroughly/ really focusing on something). I just want to get things over with and go on to the next thing. Probably another millenial problem, and probably will be exacerbated by getting a newer, more advanced Iphone. Maybe I should open my eyes and nose once in awhile and enjoy life for awhile......and keep them open.
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Sunday, February 17, 2019
Artsy-Fartsy (見栄を張る)
Today MJ and I went to a lot of artsy places! The Paramount Studios was open to the public and hosting an art gallery called the Frieze Gallery. I'll be honest, when I go to art collections/galleries/ exhibits I really don't know what I'm looking at, whether it's "modernism," "cubism," "post-modernism," "conceptualism," surrealism," "etc. I do know, though, that going to an art gallery can be a cool experience just from the atmosphere, the kind of people who go (usually well-dressed, popular-looking people) and the layout of the artwork. I think part of presenting the artwork is not the artwork itself but the layout, the design of the museum and how to lay everything out. These are art people after all who are handling art, so they make that part of the experience. I like the white walls of an art gallery (although, it does make it feel like an insane asylum after awhile) but also the building where it's located, the carpet installed in the room where it's located, whether the art is inside or outside, the location of the work, etc. The Broad Museum, which opened in L.A. a couple years ago, is so curious because the museum exterior itself is a piece of work, as is the building that's next to it, the metallic futuristic-looking Walt Disney Hall. You just get the feeling walking around that area that you're surrounded by art, surrounded by human possibilities that you wouldn't experience just walking through a normal neighborhood or street or something. I've always felt like artsy people are a little hoity-toity (pretentious), like they think they know something other people don't and feel superior to others, that you have to really appreciate the art first before joining their high-scale society. But even if that's true, it is nice to actually join that society and take part in the pretentiousness of looking at things, to drink wine and chocolates and cheese while enjoying such hors d'oeuvre in a carefully crafted location. I like being artsy-fartsy once in a while.
Paramount Studios was really nice, had the normal studio-like feel to it of the New York buildings, the storefronts and lights making it look like an urban neighborhood. But then we also went to the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, almost hidden in the midden of the Hollywood Hall of Fame but it has a really nice old-school vibe to it ,with a noir swimming pool and a penthouse opening up to a roof with a great view of Hollywood and the Hollywood mountains, the Hollywood sign. Very Hollywood all-around. The rooms on this particular day were used to host an art exhibition called the Felix, where a whole floor of the hotel was used to put works of art and generate interest in particular artists. Each artist had kind their own little room where you walk into a carefully designed room featuring the artists' work and displayed in their own crafted way, all with a window allowing its own individual great view of the outside, the Hollywood area. Really cool experience, getting to get the whole hotel experience (being inside, using elevators, pool, and even the open-air roof) without paying AND an art gallery at the same time. Living in Los Angeles does have its benefits.
It also pays to have friends in various walks of life! I have a diverse array of friends/ acquaintances I've developed over the years while living in L.A., from fellow USC law students to fellow lawyers to musicians to dodgeball players to Japanese learners to fellow Mandarin speakers (ABC's) to just random friends of those friends who I meet with. I guess it's reflective of my various tastes and interests, and sometimes those worlds collide. MJ and I randomly met a dodgeball friend who worked for a chocolate company who was giving out sweets at the Paramount Studios Gallery. She got us some awesome chocolate and a chance encounter to remind us we're not alone in this world and we might bump into people even in a city of 12 million! Last weekend, we went to a concert where the first trumpet player was an old law school friend of mine. It just brought back some great memories and reminded me that I've had some cool experiences in this city, including an internship in Century City back in law school at the Avenue of the Stars! One day I thought I'd have made it to working on that prestigious street with lots of law firms, a major TV studio (Fox), and one of the nicest business districts in the world, but just having that short work experience was enough to bring back memories of my stay in L.A. When MJ and I do move out of L.A. (maybe soon!) it will be with more than just a little fondness for this great city!
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
Paramount Studios was really nice, had the normal studio-like feel to it of the New York buildings, the storefronts and lights making it look like an urban neighborhood. But then we also went to the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, almost hidden in the midden of the Hollywood Hall of Fame but it has a really nice old-school vibe to it ,with a noir swimming pool and a penthouse opening up to a roof with a great view of Hollywood and the Hollywood mountains, the Hollywood sign. Very Hollywood all-around. The rooms on this particular day were used to host an art exhibition called the Felix, where a whole floor of the hotel was used to put works of art and generate interest in particular artists. Each artist had kind their own little room where you walk into a carefully designed room featuring the artists' work and displayed in their own crafted way, all with a window allowing its own individual great view of the outside, the Hollywood area. Really cool experience, getting to get the whole hotel experience (being inside, using elevators, pool, and even the open-air roof) without paying AND an art gallery at the same time. Living in Los Angeles does have its benefits.
It also pays to have friends in various walks of life! I have a diverse array of friends/ acquaintances I've developed over the years while living in L.A., from fellow USC law students to fellow lawyers to musicians to dodgeball players to Japanese learners to fellow Mandarin speakers (ABC's) to just random friends of those friends who I meet with. I guess it's reflective of my various tastes and interests, and sometimes those worlds collide. MJ and I randomly met a dodgeball friend who worked for a chocolate company who was giving out sweets at the Paramount Studios Gallery. She got us some awesome chocolate and a chance encounter to remind us we're not alone in this world and we might bump into people even in a city of 12 million! Last weekend, we went to a concert where the first trumpet player was an old law school friend of mine. It just brought back some great memories and reminded me that I've had some cool experiences in this city, including an internship in Century City back in law school at the Avenue of the Stars! One day I thought I'd have made it to working on that prestigious street with lots of law firms, a major TV studio (Fox), and one of the nicest business districts in the world, but just having that short work experience was enough to bring back memories of my stay in L.A. When MJ and I do move out of L.A. (maybe soon!) it will be with more than just a little fondness for this great city!
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Yo! (요, よ)
I used to use very casual language when talking to others, liberally starting off sentences with "dude," or just "yo!" "hey man...." I became famous with my co-workers at one job I worked on for starting off sentences with "Hey, so..............." Over the course of time, I've become more watchful of how I address others, so I don't usually start off with "Yo!" because it's not as respectful. Especially after learning about Korean and Japanese and their emphasize on using polite language, I've definitely lessened the use of "yo!" except for really close friends who I can show more casualness to.
Except in Korean and Japanese, "Yo" is pretty polite......It's a sentence-ending particle in Korean, for example, used specifically to make sentences more polite, to have the ending sound softer, less abrupt. So yo is back in style! In Japanese is also a sentence-ending particle but doesn't really change the politeness level, more just affirming a fact or assuming the person you're talking to knows the information.
Casualness is not all bad.......When I use "yo" in English it indicates that I trust the person and I can relax because we both know who we are, we don't need to convince each other through language that we're decent person. However, when meeting other people, though, it is important to be as polite as possible, even in English! I do kind of judge people based on how they talk to me. (for example, when the guy at Oleego, a Korean restaurant keeps calling me "boss" when I order from there). I don't think being called "boss!" is that polite. It has a bit if a saucy nuance to it, like "what up boss." "Hey chief." Maybe it was corrupted in high schools across the U.S., but calling someone "boss" doesn't make them feel more respected, in fact the opposite, like kind of making me your friend, but not your friend! I prefer being called "sir."
I bring this up because it's important to watch how we speak, even filler words and sentence-ending particles like yo, in any language! Language is precise, each variation in how someone says something changes the meaning just a tad. Heck, Nancy Pelosi completely changes the meaning of her clap at the President's State of the Union Speech with a slight tilt of the head and the changing of her hand position when clapping! And language is the same: Adding one little part to a sentence or leaving it out can make a ton of difference. it's one of the more fascinating things about how people communicate. In Japan and some Asian cultures, the right politeness level makes all the difference between getting the job or not!
I've also taken out swear words/ expletives almost completely from my jargon, my word bank. At my new law firm, there's a culture of using expletives, but it's in a funny way, used sparingly for bigger effect when used to describe other attorneys' bad behavior and express dismay at certain results. Can't overuse it or else it loses its effect. I'm trying to learn Korean now, and MJ has done a good job of not teaching me many swear words, but I have picked up on one word, "saekki," and unfortunately it just kinda rolls off the tongue, so I say it pretty often because it's fun to say. I feel like most new words are spread this way: they're kind of just fun to say. None of them are as as easy and addicting to use as my original, though: "Yo!"
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
Except in Korean and Japanese, "Yo" is pretty polite......It's a sentence-ending particle in Korean, for example, used specifically to make sentences more polite, to have the ending sound softer, less abrupt. So yo is back in style! In Japanese is also a sentence-ending particle but doesn't really change the politeness level, more just affirming a fact or assuming the person you're talking to knows the information.
Casualness is not all bad.......When I use "yo" in English it indicates that I trust the person and I can relax because we both know who we are, we don't need to convince each other through language that we're decent person. However, when meeting other people, though, it is important to be as polite as possible, even in English! I do kind of judge people based on how they talk to me. (for example, when the guy at Oleego, a Korean restaurant keeps calling me "boss" when I order from there). I don't think being called "boss!" is that polite. It has a bit if a saucy nuance to it, like "what up boss." "Hey chief." Maybe it was corrupted in high schools across the U.S., but calling someone "boss" doesn't make them feel more respected, in fact the opposite, like kind of making me your friend, but not your friend! I prefer being called "sir."
I bring this up because it's important to watch how we speak, even filler words and sentence-ending particles like yo, in any language! Language is precise, each variation in how someone says something changes the meaning just a tad. Heck, Nancy Pelosi completely changes the meaning of her clap at the President's State of the Union Speech with a slight tilt of the head and the changing of her hand position when clapping! And language is the same: Adding one little part to a sentence or leaving it out can make a ton of difference. it's one of the more fascinating things about how people communicate. In Japan and some Asian cultures, the right politeness level makes all the difference between getting the job or not!
I've also taken out swear words/ expletives almost completely from my jargon, my word bank. At my new law firm, there's a culture of using expletives, but it's in a funny way, used sparingly for bigger effect when used to describe other attorneys' bad behavior and express dismay at certain results. Can't overuse it or else it loses its effect. I'm trying to learn Korean now, and MJ has done a good job of not teaching me many swear words, but I have picked up on one word, "saekki," and unfortunately it just kinda rolls off the tongue, so I say it pretty often because it's fun to say. I feel like most new words are spread this way: they're kind of just fun to say. None of them are as as easy and addicting to use as my original, though: "Yo!"
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
Saturday, February 9, 2019
Mixed Race (혼혈, 混血)
This morning I was sitting at the Little Tokyo library in Los Angeles reading a magazine article about Naomi Osaka, the newest sensation in the tennis world (and apparently in Japan) after winning the U.S. Open last year and the recently completed Australian Open and realized the cosmic significance of what I was doing: reading about a half-black, half-Japanese (father is black, mother is Japanese but took a Japanese last name to help her better assimilate into Japanese culture growing up, which is in itself a reflection on Japanese culture) tennis sensation while sitting in a library that is half-black, half-Japanese in its constituency: it contains Japanese books and built near a Japanese American population, but also near a large homeless population that unfortunately consists of a large African American population. Both Naomi Osaka and the library are examples of races being able to co-exist within one body, whether it's a human body or an intellectual gathering place kind of body. The homeless population at the library kind of makes the place smell and the bathrooms unusable, and there will be occasional burps and weird noises, but all in all these homeless are the tame homeless who are there to use the computer and find some place to hang out for awhile, and that''s not too different then what Japanese are there for: have somewhere to gain intellectual knowledge, sit for awhile in peace, listen to the piano recital going on in the conference room next to the library. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday morning.
Osaka's rise in popularity (suddenly EVERYONE in Japan knows her and she's constantly on the news) isn't that surprising: it's a country that's starved for sports stars, and human beings naturally gravitate more towards liking sports stars and entertainers more than politicians, world leaders, etc. You could tell from the Japanese women's soccer team winning the World Cup in 2011 how important sports can be for the country as a sort of pride, that we're not just a wimpy Asian country that produces smart but unathletic people. I think Asian countries and people (myself included) feel a source of pride from Asian sports stars, fighting stereotypes and being a rarity out of all the sports stars in the world. I was privately holding out hope that I would be the Asian representative in dodgeball, but my lease on dodgeball life is growing short and I'm near retirement, if not semi-retirement. In many ways it's better that Osaka is half black and half Japanese, because the native Japanese can claim her as one of her own, but also embrace that Haitian father-side of her and understand other cultures, not just use her as a source of cultural dominance of a pure-bred Japanese (like Osaka's male counterpart, Kei Nishikori). Osaka understands Japanese but only answers in English, which also plays to the "I'm kind of Japanese, but I'm not totally one of you guys, but that's OK, everyone's a little different." Osaka is also a great sports star and role model have for the coming decade, as personally I think Serena Williams's dominance has grown a little stale and she's not the best role model (getting upset at the refs, throwing tantrums, etc.), and Osaka is like a new wave of fresh air.
I think people, including me, are fascinated by half (mixed) people not only by their physical features, but by their personalities and behavior. Just learned today at the library also: Kamala Harris, senator from California and newest Democrat entry into the 2020 Presidential race, is also a half: African American and Indian. I think it's a good reminder that no matter which race we are, we can embrace other races, embrace their differences even though those differences might be negative. At least understand, don't just dismiss as "those people" are weird. Whenever someone says so-and-so race is this way or that way, I go back to one of my golden rules that "there are good people in every race or group, and there are bad people in every race." There are like 1.5 billion Chinese people, some of those people are bound to be good, some are bound to be bad.
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
Osaka's rise in popularity (suddenly EVERYONE in Japan knows her and she's constantly on the news) isn't that surprising: it's a country that's starved for sports stars, and human beings naturally gravitate more towards liking sports stars and entertainers more than politicians, world leaders, etc. You could tell from the Japanese women's soccer team winning the World Cup in 2011 how important sports can be for the country as a sort of pride, that we're not just a wimpy Asian country that produces smart but unathletic people. I think Asian countries and people (myself included) feel a source of pride from Asian sports stars, fighting stereotypes and being a rarity out of all the sports stars in the world. I was privately holding out hope that I would be the Asian representative in dodgeball, but my lease on dodgeball life is growing short and I'm near retirement, if not semi-retirement. In many ways it's better that Osaka is half black and half Japanese, because the native Japanese can claim her as one of her own, but also embrace that Haitian father-side of her and understand other cultures, not just use her as a source of cultural dominance of a pure-bred Japanese (like Osaka's male counterpart, Kei Nishikori). Osaka understands Japanese but only answers in English, which also plays to the "I'm kind of Japanese, but I'm not totally one of you guys, but that's OK, everyone's a little different." Osaka is also a great sports star and role model have for the coming decade, as personally I think Serena Williams's dominance has grown a little stale and she's not the best role model (getting upset at the refs, throwing tantrums, etc.), and Osaka is like a new wave of fresh air.
I think people, including me, are fascinated by half (mixed) people not only by their physical features, but by their personalities and behavior. Just learned today at the library also: Kamala Harris, senator from California and newest Democrat entry into the 2020 Presidential race, is also a half: African American and Indian. I think it's a good reminder that no matter which race we are, we can embrace other races, embrace their differences even though those differences might be negative. At least understand, don't just dismiss as "those people" are weird. Whenever someone says so-and-so race is this way or that way, I go back to one of my golden rules that "there are good people in every race or group, and there are bad people in every race." There are like 1.5 billion Chinese people, some of those people are bound to be good, some are bound to be bad.
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
Thursday, February 7, 2019
Recovery (回復, 复苏, 회복)
The human body is an amazing thing. It's capable of jumping high, running fast, lifting a lot, contorting itself in various ways, fighting disease, breaking down food, excreting waste, and thinking hundreds of thoughts at the same time. With all those functions though, comes a need to recover. I neglected that fact in high school and college when I thought I could just get 4 or 5 hours of sleep the next day and be fine, but eventually your body needs to recover, and sleep is the best way to recover. Your body craves it, your body needs it to function, and at this moment MJ is sleeping next to me while her body tries to recover from consecutive weeks of hard work without much sleep.
Recovery is important in all facets of life. The U.S. stock market just had a massive recovery from its December 24 lows of last year (Red Christmas Eve that almost seemed like a flash crash), and it was reflective of most recoveries: it tries to get back to normal as soon as possible, and it's our decision-making brain's job to let it as much time as needed to do so.
I always liked Wolverine and Claire Bennet (from Heroes), superheroes who had the quick recovery (regenerative abilities is the fancy term) powers, because I felt I had a similar power: I could heal pretty quickly from cuts, bruises, etc. They would hurt the day of, but then gradually fade away without issue each time. I just counted my blessings and accepted it, but now I realize it's because I probably got some good sleep the nights those injuries happened and my body fully recovered by the time I woke up. It is really cool to see living things recover, especially the human body. Unfortunately, most living things don't have as good of regenerative abilities as humans: flowers can't regrow their petals, etc. Even for humans the regenerative abilities are limited, it's not like humans can regrow a finger, limbs, etc. But for those things that do regrow, its remarkable. It's amazing that dead skin can regrown into new skin fairly quickly, that acne that was really gross and disgusting a few days ago can drop out due to the formation of new skin; it's cool that hair grows up (at least for now for me), I actually like the feeling of shaving every week and feeling the hair grow from scratch, it's like growing a new lawn every week or so.
By the way, for those people who have acne, I got tons of advice before from doctors, my parents, friends, TV commercials, online websites, etc., etc., but I feel like I need to share my one recovery pill: water. Drink lots of water. Water seems to be a recovery device already to help avoid dehydration, cramping, etc., but it keeps the skin hydrated and pores from getting clogged, is my theory. If the human body is a well-oiled machine that regenerates constantly, water, I feel like, is the oil. And add oil! 加油!
It's unfortunate that some people try to cheat the recovery process in order to engender their athletic performance (through steroids, testerone, etc.) I prefer the natural, organic process of letting one's body do the work on its own. It works miracles.
I need to recover after a hectic Chinese New Year's! Ate a lot of food with my parents and cousins who came from China with her 7-year-old daughter! I'm not one to gush about how cute children are, I've worked at a summer camp with tons of kids 4 to 10 years old (arguably in the "cute zones") so I don't get impressed as easily, but my niece is definitely very very cute. She laughs a lot, which helps, doesn't cry (as far as I can tell), imitates adults, thinks adults are cool, says funny things, and is willing to jump around and socialize with adults. That's a dream kid package (she has some small flaws like being bossy, but those can slide when she's really cute). And yea, she's a cute kid. Definitely a kid that can make people hardened against having kids change their minds and hope to have a kid like her.
But anyway, need to recover form the Chinese New Year diet of dumplings, duck, fish, red bean soop, Korean BBQ ribs (somehow has turned into a Yan family dinner tradition). The problem with the Chinese is there are too many foods to eat! Especially with the winter-like temps in L.A. recently, I haven't been able to get rid of the water weight. If only the body can also "recover" back to the weight that I want to be! Actually, that is a thing, the body loses weight while sleeping, and if I don't get enough sleep I gain wet. True fact. That's why MMA fighters weigh in in the morning at their lowest weight and why I weigh myself right after waking up, cuz that's the most favorable time.
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
Recovery is important in all facets of life. The U.S. stock market just had a massive recovery from its December 24 lows of last year (Red Christmas Eve that almost seemed like a flash crash), and it was reflective of most recoveries: it tries to get back to normal as soon as possible, and it's our decision-making brain's job to let it as much time as needed to do so.
I always liked Wolverine and Claire Bennet (from Heroes), superheroes who had the quick recovery (regenerative abilities is the fancy term) powers, because I felt I had a similar power: I could heal pretty quickly from cuts, bruises, etc. They would hurt the day of, but then gradually fade away without issue each time. I just counted my blessings and accepted it, but now I realize it's because I probably got some good sleep the nights those injuries happened and my body fully recovered by the time I woke up. It is really cool to see living things recover, especially the human body. Unfortunately, most living things don't have as good of regenerative abilities as humans: flowers can't regrow their petals, etc. Even for humans the regenerative abilities are limited, it's not like humans can regrow a finger, limbs, etc. But for those things that do regrow, its remarkable. It's amazing that dead skin can regrown into new skin fairly quickly, that acne that was really gross and disgusting a few days ago can drop out due to the formation of new skin; it's cool that hair grows up (at least for now for me), I actually like the feeling of shaving every week and feeling the hair grow from scratch, it's like growing a new lawn every week or so.
By the way, for those people who have acne, I got tons of advice before from doctors, my parents, friends, TV commercials, online websites, etc., etc., but I feel like I need to share my one recovery pill: water. Drink lots of water. Water seems to be a recovery device already to help avoid dehydration, cramping, etc., but it keeps the skin hydrated and pores from getting clogged, is my theory. If the human body is a well-oiled machine that regenerates constantly, water, I feel like, is the oil. And add oil! 加油!
It's unfortunate that some people try to cheat the recovery process in order to engender their athletic performance (through steroids, testerone, etc.) I prefer the natural, organic process of letting one's body do the work on its own. It works miracles.
I need to recover after a hectic Chinese New Year's! Ate a lot of food with my parents and cousins who came from China with her 7-year-old daughter! I'm not one to gush about how cute children are, I've worked at a summer camp with tons of kids 4 to 10 years old (arguably in the "cute zones") so I don't get impressed as easily, but my niece is definitely very very cute. She laughs a lot, which helps, doesn't cry (as far as I can tell), imitates adults, thinks adults are cool, says funny things, and is willing to jump around and socialize with adults. That's a dream kid package (she has some small flaws like being bossy, but those can slide when she's really cute). And yea, she's a cute kid. Definitely a kid that can make people hardened against having kids change their minds and hope to have a kid like her.
But anyway, need to recover form the Chinese New Year diet of dumplings, duck, fish, red bean soop, Korean BBQ ribs (somehow has turned into a Yan family dinner tradition). The problem with the Chinese is there are too many foods to eat! Especially with the winter-like temps in L.A. recently, I haven't been able to get rid of the water weight. If only the body can also "recover" back to the weight that I want to be! Actually, that is a thing, the body loses weight while sleeping, and if I don't get enough sleep I gain wet. True fact. That's why MMA fighters weigh in in the morning at their lowest weight and why I weigh myself right after waking up, cuz that's the most favorable time.
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
Saturday, February 2, 2019
Sudden Change (급전, 急変, 突变)
Life has a funny way of lulling you into a false sense of stability, and then drastically changing into a different reality. We learned about this in 6th grade science class: the idea of entropy, a lack of order and unpredictability, basically that a clean room with everything in order will naturally shift to disorder. (Marie Kondo, with her new Netflix series "Tidying Up," might hate to hear that, but it's true: I think many humans like me tend to like randomness, disorder in their lives. Obviously there's some benefits to predictability like having a family that's consistently there to support you (I realize how lucky I am to have grown up in a 2-parent household) and steady paycheck, steady stream of income, steady roof over one's head) but I've realized that maybe I like disorder more than others (I think MJ would agree, given how I organize my clothes: NO SYSTEM!)
When I was a kid (and even now), I had a weird way of taking exams, or at least multiple choice exams with lots of questions like the SAT: I would start at No. 1 on the test, finish it and go on to No. 2, but then after the first 2 or 3, I'd tend to go to No. 11, or to the 2nd page of questions, basically skipping around to different questions. I couldn't really explain why I did this other than I was curious to see what the rest of the test was, etc., but now I realize it might just be my mind not wanting to have such order. Just like how I live my life, sometimes I like a little disorder in ordering my test questions. When I look at fantasy baseball players, I don't go in order, I like to skip a round to different parts of the rankings from the Top 10 to maybe like the 50-60 range, or skip from looking at closers to second basemen. It's weird, but I think disorder is like a kind of sugary snack for my brain: I know it's not the best for me, but it feels stimulating for a second, and it doesn't kill me, so I do it.
As a contract attorney, my work life is prone to disorder. I sometimes work exclusively at home, I sometimes work in downtown LA where I live with a nice walk to work (by the way, I mix up the ways I get home too, not taking one path all the time), I sometimes travel to faraway cities to do jobs, I sometimes don't do any jobs. Recently I started a new job in Mid-city L.A., near LACMA, and it is TOUGH to get to. Its not really close to any one highway, it takes a lot of local roads to drive there, and it doesn't have a subway stop until the purple line gets extended to LACMA.......in 5 years or so. So it's been tough commuting an hour each way to and from work and then actually doing the work, which is different: new desk, new elevators, new computer, new location, new scenic view all around L.A., new bosses I have to report to. A lot of new stimulus and a lot of disorder which I try to organize. I think that's why I like dodgeball too: A LOT of disorder that I revel in, trying to keep track of each ball and who is doing what. It might be why sometimes I get a craving to drive through traffic.........nah, I hate traffic. As I'm writing this (in a kind of disorderly, rambling kind of way) I kind of realize that's how I think: I create disorder to try to find some order within disorder. Kind of a paradox, and maybe I'm giving myself too much credit.
Anyway, having so much disorder does cause sudden changes, and I've had to adopt to sudden change in my life a lot the last few years. I used to be on a project that lasted almost 2 years where every day I would go to the same office and see the same people and do the same thing over and over again, a lot of repetition and predictability, but now I have a lot of randomness.......and I kind of like it and thrive on it. It might drive MJ crazy though. It is amazing sometimes to look back and think, "wow, just 2 weeks ago I was doing something completely different (for example, staying at home learning Korean every day and reading To Kill a Mockingbird). Or just 2 years ago I was freezing my butt off in Chicago while MJ was able to go to the Art Institute of Chicago as one of its esteemed members. How life changes so quickly! But maybe that is life, the entropy of life, the science of life....to change quickly. Maybe life is just one of those pinball machines and we're the balls that get put into motion and bounce around in no particular order. Sudden changes are an essential part of life, and it's part of what makes what our life experience is. So I'll try to enjoy it........at least until I get sick and tired of sitting on the bus stopping to pick up passengers every 0.3 miles.......how do people bear it?
Fantasize on,
Robert Yan
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