sophie's world

After a 13 year drought...

2007-04-18T22:00:00.000-07:00

Warriors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I'm just kicking myself for not betting on them the last time I was in vegas. Is anyone going there in the near future??

I got D

2007-03-09T15:36:00.000-08:00

Check out my photo on nba.com! (click on Women's Basketball camp, then pictures #5 or #7)

Whoa.

2006-11-14T12:20:00.001-08:00

Tony, my hero, almost got killed. What an unreal story. http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2006/07/28/bourdain_beirut/

On a separate but related note, here is a picture of happier times:

A victory for Asian Guys everywhere

2006-08-31T11:57:00.000-07:00

Here is an interesting article about how the massive talent of an unknown 20-something korean guy playing the guitar in his room at mom and dad's house came to shock and awe the internet & guitar rock communities everywhere. This video brings a tear to my eye not just because of the way his guitar skills transcend any other guitar playing I've seen, but because the cold precision of his playing is reminiscent of the hours of piano and violin playing that ABC's like me put in everyday as we were growing up. Only on a much cooler instrument!

What's so sweet is the totally unassuming nature of this beast. His video was somewhat anonymously posted on the internet and it bore only screen names. In the video, the face of the player is obstructed by a beige baseball cap, and as word of this guys skills grew, the thing people wanted most to know was his identity. Through all the imitators and frauds who have popped up through the months, it looks like the real creator of the video has been found, and he looks like the kind of guy I went to chinese school with all throughout my childhood. It's refreshing, the way he wants his work and skill to speak for itself, with no packaging, or pizazz. He didn't want even his face to have an impact on the way people saw his work--when questioned about the use of his baseball cap to block his identity, he replied, “Main purpose of my recording is to hear the other’s suggestions about my playing.” He added, “I think play is more significant than appearance. Therefore I want the others to focus on my fingering and sound. Furthermore I know I’m not that handsome.”
In any case, you go, Jeong Hyun and Jerry. I'm proud of you!!

Hitting pretty close to home

2006-08-30T12:33:00.000-07:00

You probably all heard of the rampage a Fremont driver went on yesterday, when he hit a pedestrian with a bicycle in Fremont, killing him, then drove to the city where he hit 14 more people in different locations. What you probably didn't know is that the road he lived on was just a few blocks away from my old home! And the place where he swerved from the far left lane to hit the pedestrian on the right side of the streen? at the Ferry lane and Fremont Blvd intersection, where I used to turn in to ranch 99 to shop for groceries and get pho, and greasy chinese.

I'm convinced this is the new form of terrorism, taking the killing to the streets of the US where all us infidels live. they say he started to get mentally unstable after a trip to afghanistan 2 months ago, and was paranoid about the devil being out to get him.

Feels like home

2006-08-09T16:16:00.000-07:00

I found this to be an accurate portrayal of the flavor one gets from exploring and shopping in HK. It made me a bit reminiscent!

Breakdown

2006-08-04T15:52:00.000-07:00

Almost 5 years since 9/11 and I still can't read about it without welling up and feeling like something inside is going to explode. Perhaps it's because of the constant new testimony and discovery of information about what really happened that morning.

Reading or listening to anything that has recording or the transcripts of real people has a tendency to crush me (as brad pitt would say). something like this, which was just released earlier this week, is particularly brutal because of the way we seem so helpless in our ability to defend ourselves. Most of this stems from systematic difficulties on communicating and synthesizing information, whether it be through the chain of command, from one location to another, or in the worst case, between organizations. working in a large organization myself, I deal with communication breakdowns and politics every day...but at least within the high-tech sector we have what's pretty cutting edge from an infrastructure perspective--instant messaging, web conferencing, web telephony. What's especially sobering is thinking about how antiquated and slow moving the IT systems of our miliary and government are--in these transcriptions, all conversations are one to one, phones are constantly buzzing, and so much information is passed by shouting over the shoulder.

After reading something like this, I wonder if there are countless other stories of people being organized, knowledgeable, heroic, and reacting to the situation in the right way; saving us all from a number of other unknown 9/11's that could have changed the world in a way that we'll never know. Hopefully.

Hi, Steve Jobs

2006-08-01T17:21:00.000-07:00

Check out this funny blog written by (Someone Impersonating) Steve Jobs. It's pretty brash, but I imagine something pretty close to the actual truth. I especially love that entry about Larry. although I think that since they're friends it would be a bit more kind!

Serious Gaming

2006-07-26T12:30:00.000-07:00

This is a pretty interesting article about a new wave of "Serious Games" which take real life scenarios such as the conflict in the middle east or food distribution in areas of poverty, and craft them into games. In playing them, players immerse themselves in the complexities of different sides of the situation.

As a member of the generation that grew up on Mario brothers, and an admitted addict to the Baldur's Gate/Icewind Dale series of RPG's (that's Role Playing Games--to you uninitiated), I am behind this movement all the way. I can attest to the addictive nature of gameplay--at some point during the times I was playing most intensively, I was logging 10-12 hours per day, something which I know contributed heavily to my RSI. I loved the aspect of RPGs which allowed me to build a character and imbibe it with experience and to collect worldly goods on its behalf. The storylines in these games were mesmerizing and left me always wanting to find out the consequences of the decisions I'd made, and how the plot would unfold.

A time of reckoning came when I realized how much time I was investing in these characters which essentially only existed in the context of the game I was playing. They, and the knowledge of that world, had no real value in the "real world". The saddest thought came when I realized if I'd spent the same amount of time in building a hobby or skill (in my other interests like basketball, pool, or guitar playing), I'd have been expert. All this changes with "serious games", as the game play can help one to understand the subtleties of events in the real world! (I always did wonder why it was so hard to distribute our food surpluses to the poor. Just take the sacks of corn and ship them to africa, right?)

When I see the youth of today, I know that the world they are growing up in is significantly different than the one I experienced. There are so many ways that technology has broken down communication and knowledge gathering barriers. The advent of serious games is yet another very positive example of this, and I applaud their makers in harnessing technological resources to explain complex experiences and situations in a way that is appealing, and understandable. Plus, it takes all the guilt out of the equation--you get all the immersion, all the fun, and you learn something in the end, too!

Yo Quiero Tacos

2006-07-21T12:41:00.000-07:00

I was tickled to find this NY times feature on the best tacos between LA and SF. Check it out! I was never a big fan of tacos as a kid, when my corrupted understanding of what they were involved that hard, U-shaped shell which usually held some salty-seasoned ground beef, a few strips of iceberg lettuce, and velveeta. But since moving out here to California that all changed. I first fell in love with tacos through introduction of my frosh year roommate Edith, a mexican native, whose father **actually ran the border between LA and Mexico**. The source was this grubby one room restaurant off telegraph avenue, where the grill was in front, and had just a few dirty benches clustered around small, greasy tables. It wasn't the type of establishment I would have frequented on my own, but all that changed when I sampled their fares. The tacos were made of tender, slightly fried corn tortillas, stacked two to a taco. and the beef was actually in chunks, like eating a steak that had already been cut up for you! eating those tacos was how I finally learned to appreciate the contrast of raw onion and a salty base meat. and I thought it was so thoughtful and inventive how they always provided a wedge of juicy lime, and crisp fresh radish as contrast.

The restaurant (whose name I can't even remember) had closed by my senior year but I was happy to find tacos of a similar (though inferior) breed at a number of restaurants in the area. In fact, I came to understand that what I had associated to be a "taco" in my youth was wrong and I actually enjoyed them very much.

My own taco search continued after moving down to the peninsula after graduation. the first place I started to frequent was El Charrito, at the intersection of Holly and El Camino in belmont. but a personal favorite that c and i found together (in our early days--which might be part of the reason why I always find the food so delicious) is La Taqueria. It's featured in this new york times article, and you can see our own picture here.

So here's the idea....

2006-07-11T23:28:00.000-07:00

Hey folks,

Yep, I finally joined the 21st century. Check it out! and come back often since I think the posts will be frequent until I catch up. For some of you, this'll be like a walk down memory lane. enjoy.

If anyone is a blogger expert--let me know! I have questions that I can't seem to find answers for...

Look at that guilty smile!

2006-03-27T00:49:00.000-08:00

j and the sheep have a very special relationship.

Las Vegas Birthday

2005-10-23T19:56:00.000-07:00

In 2005 we revisited the old Vegas stomping grounds again, this time for my birthday. This trip held a series of firsts--my first time dining at Nobu, and first time staying at THEHotel at Mandalay bay. Firsts of many times I hope!

Ever since a few friends of mine got me the Nobu cookbook a few years ago, I've wanted to try the restaurant. They say that the Original in new york is the best, but the vegas one was pretty good in my opinion. the "new style" japanese food reminded me of some establishments in SF like kabuto A&S, but will hipper ambience and little details like how they served their house sake in a frozen bamboo container. Cups too! The one problem with eating at a place like that is that you have to have a lot to get full, which gets expensive pretty fast. That said, we did see Dave Navarro, guitarist for Red hot chili peppers & janes addiction, eating with his crew (minus carmen electra).

i LOVED TheHotel at Mandalay bay. Somehow my friend d with his infinite knowledge of the inner workings of las vegas got us good rates for the room and I'm spoiled for life. There were a total of 4 flat screen TV's in the suite--a huge one in the outer "entertainment" room, one in the bedroom, and two(!!) in the bathroom. I took a luxurious bath in the lovely bathtub while watching TV--a great way to pass time. Speaking of water, the best thing about Mandalay bay is the pool area complete with tidal wave, multiple hottubs, waterfalls and the lazy river--a circular pool complete with gentle current--on which I could have spent hours drifting around on the pink innertube I bought for $8. Unfortunately the pool area's only accessible to hotel guests so I'll have to wait till the next time we decide to stay a bit off strip to enjoy it again.

n and m also took us to a special tour of old las vegas, which had a decidedly different flavor than the flashy strip. Reminiscent of Reno, the two focal points were the enormous light display which put on a show coordinated to music every 15 minutes, and binions, where the world poker tour is held. It's always cool to see a place in person that you've seen many times on TV. although we seemed out of place walking among the Vegas locals, old vegas had a charm of its own and would be worth a repeat visit.

Cooking

2005-07-25T19:19:00.000-07:00

I like cooking, but the effort which material acquisition requires is usually something I'll only expend for special occasions. One instance that I am especially proud of was for m's bday. After planning surprise parties, costume parties and various other productions, I was happy to do something a little more chill. The polls are out but I think he was happy with the results. :)

On the menu that evening was rack of lamb (difficult), moroccan couscous with mint (medium), grilled asparagus & tomatoes (easy) and a fruit pavlova which we invited friends over to share. The pavlova was not so much difficult as tricky as I didn't whip the cream enough to really hold its shape. In any case, the results were not the prettiest but it still tasted damn good.

In contrast to the "liberated woman of the 90's", I find cooking to be therapeutic and a great way to see results with minimal effort. There's a certain satisfaction which comes from investing just a few hours of work so that people you care for can enjoy a good meal.

I think you'll all agree

2005-01-22T01:13:00.000-08:00

This is a pretty representative picture of me.

No Words necessasry

2004-10-30T01:05:00.000-07:00

We saw Rachmaninoff being performed at the SF symphony, and then followed it with dessert at Jardinere. What a great day.

5 Favorite Days

2004-10-19T23:52:00.000-07:00

I have a bias in my memories towards the good times rather than the bad, but I can't remember anything bad about the 5 days I spent with m in Hawaii. It was my first trip to a tropical location, and we spent all 5 days in Kauai, exploring the island and relaxing.

There's a vibe to the place that I can still feel when Iz's "Somewhere over the rainbow" comes on. Driving around with the windows down, snacking on tuna poke which they sold *everywhere*, the chickens and roosters which ran freely around the island, all brought a smile to my face.

We did some tourist things, like visiting the Alberton botanical gardens. The garden was built on what was originally the site of Queen Emma's estatees, and there were well kept examples of much of the native plants which grew wild in Kauai, as well as beautiful specimens of plants from various other climates and regions. Scattered throughout the grounds were charming sculptures of children which added a whimsical quality to the tour.

We also tried some adventurous activities which I'd never done before, but both of which I loved. Ziplining reminded me of the fun I used to have as a kid, playing around on my neighbors pulley system growing up in Sudbury. The course we took was a serious of 8 zips which led gradually down to a grotto between two mountains at which you could swim. Since each person was strapped into a harness which was then clipped onto each zip line, there was an illusion of control and safety; still the course had only been open for 3 months so who knows! It took some grace getting on and off the ziplines, but once you got the hang of it, it was so cool flying through the air, and if you had the guts, looking down hundreds of feet into the valleys.

We also went around the island in a sea raft. This took two tries because the first time we tried, we had to turn back because of a storm which suddenly hit the island. I have a tendency towards seasickness, but did not have a problem with the sea raft because it was a smaller craft with plenty of fresh air. I'll never forget the school of dolphins which came to play around our raft just a few minutes into the trip! They were close enough to touch, although they were so fast that you never quite could. There were even baby dolphins among the school which were still learning how to jump through the air. It was my first time snorkeling which admittedly I didn't completely get the hang of (kept on breathing through the nose which messes things up). It was cool to go snorkeling off a boat though, no coral to bump into and the fish swarm around and bump into you. I fed them potato chips crumbs from my lunch. :)

Hawaii also had abundant things to eat and buy. Plenty of the cuisine in Hawaii involves raw tuna, which is a positive in my book. We had some good meals everywhere along the culinary spectrum, from Kalua pork at a hole in the wall local lace (we also tried poi at this place which despite being made from taro--I did NOT like) to a delicious new cuisine/hawaiian meal at A Pacific Cafe. m and I also discovered yummy kona coffee glazed macadamia nuts (which we searched out to bring home with us to the "mainland") and drank plenty of Hawaiian Sun iced tea.

Hawaii is indeed paradise. I bought that Iz CD before I left the island, and sometimes play it when I need a pick me up. It brings me right back to those blissful days and I feel better no matter what's going on. See why.

Viva Las Vegas!!!!!!!!!

2004-10-01T22:32:00.000-07:00

Despite the fact that I don't gamble hard, drink hard, or party hard, I actually love las vegas. Which is good because given its proximity to the bay area, a group of friends typically make an annual weekend long trip there. This trip included a tasty trip to Samba, the brazilian barbecue place and a trip to the ghost bar. In case you've never been, the ghost bar is on the top floor of the palms casino, and the balcony has a glass floor. You know the glass is really thick but it's a trip to walk on! As usual, I also spent a lot of time in front of the bellagio fountains. those fountains take my breath away, and every time I see them, I'm impressed with how thoroughly we Americans understand entertainment. Want to see more pictures? And, the bellagio fountains.

I heart NY, Part 2

2004-07-04T00:10:00.000-07:00

The thing I love most about new york is the abundance of character you can find in the simplest of things. While gentrification is a fact of life and encourages efficiency and sets expectations, I find that New York is one of the places where the lack of standardization is mostly delightful. For one thing, some of the best ethnic food I've had, including even chinese, I've found in New York. it's almost as if they took the best of what the world has to offer and stuck it all in one city for me to discover and enjoy.

My second trip was also characterized by an abundance of walking, and it was during this trip when I discovered the "video" function on c's camera. Magically, both the sights I encountered as well as the sounds were captured in small new york moments to share. highlights included:

- discovering some new boundaries of chocolate, and trying to keep it unmelted in the hot july weather
- the complex simplicity of the guggenheim, the speechlessness of the media exhibits at the whitney
- "documenting" the purple couple and our antics trying to do this while being surreptitious about it...
- Seeing one of tony bourdain's old haunts
- the cheezy, buttery, sinful corn at cafe habana, fresh pita bread, olive oil gelato and the best pearl tea ever
- seeing s and "Sacha's Castle" which she'd always told me about
- Running as the clock ticked down, off the commuter rail, and towards the water, through crowds, and eventually finding a spot behind an overpass near the united nations to watch fireworks!

See for yourself--
Day 1: images, washington square park,
Day 2: images, inside the guggeheim, about that carpet: article & video,
Day 3: images, fireworks 1, fireworks 2, fireworks 3, fireworks 4
What lightning looks like from 30,000 ft

Gualala

2004-06-27T01:22:00.000-07:00

Somewhere about 40 minutes north of SF on highway 1 is an other-worldly small chapel, plucked and dropped suddenly next to the highway in the middle of a grassy field.

The chapel was built by a stonemason, architect, woodworker, and tile-layer--I think it was one person--and it was an expression of his or her love for the sea. the place is resplendent with curved, asymmetrical lines of constantly changing waves, blues and greys of its depths in all seasons, satiny polish of wood tossed about in rough and fickle surf, and unyielding edges of stone which have been the demise of so many foolish enough to disrespect its power and grace.

Words are inadequate to describe the way I felt sitting inside the chapel. peaceful, awestruck, overwhelmed, and illuminated all at the same time. And these pictures really don't describe the beauty of this place. you should really just go and see it with your own two eyes, hands, and ears, you'll know what I mean.

lovely arizona

2004-05-24T17:08:00.000-07:00

The last time I was in the grand canyon it was as part of a field trip for the "Olympics of the mind" national championship I went in 5th grade. Aside from some vague memories about the actual championship, I can remember that it was my first trip to Circus Circus, and that we drove for hours in the boiling hot desert, in a car lacking air conditioning, with me and Rachel Weiner crammed in the front seat. Finally, we stayed for a grand total of about 2 hours before heading to the next destination! In any case, The grand canyon is one of the natural wonders of the world, and given that it's relatively close to us here on the west coast, c and I decided to pay another visit.

We went by way of Scottsdale, where we saw Taliesen West, Frank Lloyd wright's Winter Home. I loved Taliesen west. It was my first visit to a FLW official site, and a good way to get some more insight into the way of life of the man and his apprentices. Although I really don't have the attention to detail and the capacity for tremendously difficult, and oftentimes unrewarding work that is expected before being able to stand on ones own as an architect, I had a fleeting interest in being one when I first started school. That small flame was rekindled--briefly--when the docent was talking about the apprentices living in the wilderness, and the evenings of culture and performance that were inherent to their time there. It sounded fun!

After a beautiful though hot afternoon there, we sped over to the Grand Canyon where we were just in time to catch a sunset. We then spent the next day hiking up and down the elementary levels of the canyon, and taking a guided tour of the flora and fauna in the surrounding area, collecting some breathtaking views along the way. There really is nothing like a 20 mile wide gorge to give you a better perspective on how truly small you are in the world. Anyway, check out some pictures, and make sure to take a look at the captions which are crammed with lots of info.

Climbing Yosemite

2004-04-25T13:56:00.000-07:00

In April of 2004, a&j were cool enough to organize a group trip to Yosemite National Park, which is about 3 hours east of the bay area. Thanks a&j!! :D They both are avid hikers and know the park well, because they knew best places to stay and how to plan out the days there. We stayed at the Yosemite bug, which is a very comfortable and convenient hostel-type place. our group broke up into various rooms with bunk beds, and ate in the communal dining room which had delicious food--like steak, delicious asparagus, and these very unique barley pancakes which were super heavy to prepare you for a full day of hiking.

Since we were all relative newbies from a hiking perspective, we stuck to low to moderate impact trails, which put us in view of some lovely waterfalls. The occasional spray from the falls was helpful in the heat and sweat from exertion that at times threatened to make even the strongest among us quit. Both the times I've been there, I've been pretty much awestruck by the unadulterated beauty of nature. I love Yosemite because it really is a wilderness, there are bears and a relative lack of fencing and rangers--you could really get hurt if you weren't careful or if you were foolish. But there are also some safeties in place so that non-professional hikers like me can still enjoy it..clearly marked, paths, stairs in most areas where they're needed, and just the right number of people on the paths in case something went wrong. The climbing and effort we had to invest to get to places where the views were made the scenery at the top all the more beautiful. Take a peek at some of the views.

My first trip to middle America

2004-04-14T10:04:00.000-07:00

Having been born in NY, raised in Boston, and now living in San Fransico, I hadn't had a lot of opportunities to travel of the parts of the US bordered by shore. Although Chicago can't really be determined as a true part of middle america...it was a good place to meet j, r, and e who were in Boston and Detroit respectively.

Since it was the first time in chicago for many of us, we spent a good portion of it just walking around and getting a lay of the land. a few things are big in chicago: sports, and beef. These two interests sometimes co-incide as we found many of the restaurants had sports themes, or sports-related owners, two of which we tried: Mike Ditka's, and Harry Caray's. Portions in this town were in general huge, and well prepared. We also had deep dish chicago pizza in the original Uno's! Unfortunately one place we missed was the restaurant of charlie trotter, c's favorite celebrity chef. Just an excuse to go back for a repeat visit--hopefully when the weather is a bit warmer.

Chicago is certainly a windy city. Temperatures were in the 30's to begin with, but the windchill made it worse, cutting through my clothes and swirling around my nose and inside of my ears. There weren't that many trees so sometimes walking across those unprotected fields and plazas brough up images in my mind of eskimos crossing tundras in the snow and blowing wind. I probably fared the worst out of all of us, though--the bay area really has made me soft! Anyway, check out some snaps!

Grandma and Grandpa's adventures in SF

2004-03-18T22:34:00.000-08:00

Once in a blue moon, my grandma and grandpa will leave their nice home in Boston to come visit me and my uncle's family here in the bay area. During this time, I'll see a lot of my uncle's family, and my food intake is always more and of better quality during these brief stretches.

I think my grandparents like california. The weather is in general nicer and you can pretty much get by not knowing how to speak english, which is especially useful for my grandma. Only it's not as convenient to get around as Boston is...especially in the suburbs where my uncle lives. So despite the fact that they enjoy the time, visits tend to be short as my grandpa goes a bit crazy when he's cooped up and dependent upon others.

During our last trip, my uncle took us to a nice lunch at HK flower lounge in Millbrae. I was especially impressed by the dim sum there...it was obvious that it was made in house, which is more than can be said of most of the dim sum places in the area. We then went for a nice walk around the part of 280 close to san bruno. There was a beautiful reservoir there, which was shaded and paved in most places--probably a great place for running if it weren't so far away. We finished off the day with a jaunt through the richmond in SF, checking out the wares in the various chinese markets, comparing prices and purchasing pastries. It's always so great to see my grandma happy and comfortable, enjoying herself and her environment.

Party on Oracle!

2004-03-06T18:40:00.000-08:00

The one and only party I've been to at Oracle's expense was a 10g release party, which was held by the server tech (the profitable) division. they rented out San Francisco city hall, and decked it out with food, entertainment, and music. They had different rooms with musical and food related themes, but I remember many of them being pretty loud. Entertainment included cultural dances of various nations, including a dragon dance with the dragon throwing out candies at the audience!! All in all, I always love an excuse to get dolled up in formal wear, so it was a fun time.

Swoosh!

2004-01-11T21:43:00.000-08:00

At some point after my gaming phase, I decided I needed to get outdoors more and I'd always wanted to know how to play basketball. I got a few friends of mine to join me, and we were matched with a bunch of free agents down in the Campbell beginners league. The team was called Swoosh. it was the first time playing organized ball for many of us, and we didn't realize how uniquely talented the other girls on our team were. Specifically, our center was a russian model (and I mean runway, folks) named vallya, who I'm convinced I remember used to play for the russian national team or something. She was tall, graceful, and attracted so much attention in the block that the rest of us were open to take wide open shots.

Karen was our captain. A student at San Jose state, she was fiery but very patient with us, teaching us the most basic fundamentals about the game. She also used to throw these wicked lob passes down the court to me so that I could make fast breaks. We were fast back in the day, comparatively at least. In fact, one team in particular commented in a nasty fashion that we were "too young for this league". It was as close to brawling I've ever gotten. Tracy and Teresa were two other adept and friendly players. Tracy, I remember, played our last games of the seasons and then broke the news she was a few months pregnant! And then there was Laura. Laura stayed with us after the campbell league had ended, through the brief forays we had in Menlo Park/EPA, to our current home in San Carlos. Always enthusiastic, and always opinionated.

My dad happened to catch our last game of the season, the championship, which we won!! i made two fast breaks, and c and the crew said he was going nuts on the sidelines. In my family, none of us are all that althetic, so he was very surprised. My mom told me later he went home and said, "s plays basketball, and surprisingly she's pretty good!"

One of the best ever.

2003-11-23T00:27:00.000-08:00

This is one of my favorite pictures ever. It's my crazy family, doing our crazy Tseng (and Su) thing. We're all in North Carolina, celebrating my grandma's 80th birthday. In case you can't tell, that's her in the middle of the picture. I think she's having fun. Notice how all the guy cousins responsible for carrying on the family name are down on the floor in front? This photo is aptly named, "Big Laugh".

Caroline and Yu tie the knot

2003-10-26T21:24:00.000-08:00

Caroline and Yu started dating all the way back in high school. After four years of college and another few after that, they were practically common law already, but made it official with a beautiful bash at the Palace Hotel in San Francisco. The ballroom was grand, and the food was delicious, and Caroline changed outfits twice! It was also pretty cool seeing a lot of folks whom I hadn't seen since we graduated, but this time in SF. Take a peek at the festivities.

Surprise!!!

2003-10-23T00:50:00.000-07:00

There are few greater feelings than walking into a room, (somewhat) unsuspecting, and finding all your friends in there, shouting "surprise"! and wishing you a happy birthday. A very honest and jittery c pulled it off when I turned 26--the happy event was replete with good friends, presents!, and legolas (who eventually was banished to my closet door).

It's hard pulling off a surprise, especially when people are on asian time, and you aren't there to drill-seargeant everyone in to place because you're busy keeping the surprisee busy. But it's the tiny mishaps along the way that make surprises funny and memorable, like n, m, and d trying to hide behind the mailboxes in the entryway to me and e's apartment, doing their best not to be discovered!

In any case, tow has, hands down, the best pictures. He makes everyone shine!

Goodbye, Fremont

2003-09-26T00:22:00.000-07:00

Many people don't know this but I didn't learn how to drive until I'd graduated from college. Because of this, while deciding on a place to call my post-collegiate home, choices were limited to areas accessible by BART, so that I could commute to my job in SF in the mornings. I was very lucky at the time--completely naive, I didn't even have a roommate and ended up finding Old Roomie on an alumni mailing list. she was a few years older and so much more liberated and worldly...she certainly made life very fun.

We settled in a four room single family home, just off the bridge in fremont. Through the years, a number of 3rd roommates cycled through the place, some real cool but some just plan psycho or difficult to live with. For four years we lived there! I never thought time could pass so fast. Despite the stigma of living in Boring Fremont, I found that when the time came for our landlady to sell the place (and us to move out), I was sad to leave.

Reasons why Fremont is a great place to live.
1) Half Price Books - my favorite bookstore to this day. Spacious, clean, and browseable, they carry a very current selection of new releases at very reasonable prices. and they pay cash for the stuff you trade in!
2) Largest afgan community in the United States, making for some great Afghan restaurants - my favorite was the "Kebab Place" on Fremont blvd, a literal hole in the wall with two grandmas behind a charcoal stove. The lamb kebabs were excellent, as were the stuffed potato crepes served with yogurt. If you could get past the grit, so delicious.
3) Uncle Yueh's - this place closed down, but they had the best scallion pancakes I've ever had in my life (except yours, grandma :) ) peppery, and crispy on the outside, chewy on the inside. they also had excellent shao bing jia rou (sesame pastry with beef & cilantro), lots of cantonese slow cooked soups, and a very tasty taro and duck dish.
4) Pho 99 - in its day, excellent pho, vermicelli bowls, rolls, and pearl tea. cheap, too!
5) Accessible: to 680 - a beautiful drive to pleasanton as I did for about a year, 880, 84, and 237. Fry's electronics, what used to be Tri-City sports, Old Navy and Marina Foods
6) Little Taiwan. enough said. If you like hot, look for ninji hot pot, which comes in three intensities: mild, hot, or searing.
7) it's cheap, cheap, cheap. we had a huge place, and the landlady liked us...I think I paid around 650 a month!

When you've been living in a place for a while, a home is like a living entity, it becomes a part of you with a personality of its own. In the four years we lived there, we had collected various furniture and had gotten things to a state where they were "just right". It was hard to leave when it was time.

I heart NY

2003-07-08T18:56:00.000-07:00

I love, love love love new york. It is one of my favorite places in the world and I would seriously consider living there if the right opportunity presented itself. My affinity for this city that so many people say is cold, unfriendly, and impersonable is in a large part due to the guide I've always had. Having lived in boston her whole life, n knows its close cousin well, and has always been a terrific guide, showing me the beautiful insider's view and ignoring the ugly. And of course, the fact that Cousin lived smack in the middle of downtown manhattan helped matters.

My happiest times there have involved walking so much the whole soles of my feet had blisters. And typically, we would walk to destinations involving food. Whether it be ginger mint lemonade on a bench outside of balthazar cafe, sipped along side petit fours and raspberry tartletts, finding the perfect cup of pearl tea inside the ten ren in Chinatown, to actually eating sweet and salty chicken off a stick purchased off a street vendor outside H&M (unheard of under typical circumstances!) n and I scoured avenues and streets alike to find new culinary delights.

and OH. H&M. a new world opened for me when n showed me H&M. my understanding of the world we live in changed. Even with my spoiled retail outlook resulting from years of living in hong kong...i could recognize that the ikea of clothing would revolutionize the industry in the US similarly to her furniture-producing brother. i loved it!

We're free--let's roast marshmallows!

2003-07-04T23:02:00.000-07:00

Ahh....there's nothing like the smell of a wood burning fire. Unfortunately, with California's environmental laws, wood fires are few and far between. You can hardly even find them in home fireplaces anymore as new homes are mandated to be built with gas--a shoddy substitute. After some research, I found that one of the only places in SF to create this elusive scent in public was at Ocean Beach. I few friends and I donned windbreakers, packed up the tiki torches and campfire forks, bought plenty of marshmallows (and other roast-friendly foods) and were on our way.

It was ridiculously hard to get the fire started. 100% of the attendees were engineers and more than 90% were EE/CS, so I guess you could say weren't well versed in the material science/chemistry aspect of the exercise. After numerous attempts using a variety of methods, materials, and a dangerous (and probably not appetizing) amount of lighter fluid, we finally threw in the towel and "bartered" for a flame from some of our fellow fire lovers on the beach. In no time at all however, we had a cheery blaze going, and started on our way to quenching the flame of hunger.

A few notes about roasting things to eat on the beach: 1) it's sandy 2) it's windy too, so sand will likely get in your food no matter how hard you try to block what you're eating with your body 3) foil is your friend 4) curry fish balls and pre-cooked sausages work well 5) potatoes and corn do not 6) no matter the sand, the cold, the wind, and the consumption of undercooked food--everyone is guaranteed to have a fabulous time.

Photo credits to t and jk--thanks guys!!

Adventures in San Diego

2003-05-25T22:47:00.000-07:00

Memorial Day 2003--c and I took a trip down to the warm and beautiful San Diego, by way of Tijuana, Hotel Del Coronado on Coronado Island, and finishing off with a lovely dinner at Cliff House in the ritzy town of La Jolla. The trip was a bit spur of the moment--the weekend before memorial day c and I realized we didn't have any plans for the vacation and took advantage of a last-minute travel deal on yahoo travel.

Plans got adventurous when we decided to take our love for tacos to the next level and seek them out in San Diego's close cousin, Tijuana. After tickets were booked, we started to figure out ways to get into Tijuana and were a bit alarmed to find that all travel guides were adamant that under no circumstances should Americans drive into the country itself, due to the high probability of car accidents and insurance scams! The recommended approach was to part one's car in "secured" parking lots just outside Tijuana (on American soil) and walk into the country.

Tijuana had a rough and somewhat desparate feel that border towns often do. I definitely got the feeling that people were always trying to make a buck off us. I'd been to Tijuana once when I was young and remember my parents and I finding lots of interesting things to buy--ponchos, marble chess sets, agate wind chimes carved in the shape of a bird, lots of pretty silver jewelery, and mexican jumping beans! but things had changed in the 15 years since I'd been. I wasn't that interested in many of the seemingly mass produced knick knacks that were available, for the most part devoid of craftsmanship.

c and I still managed to have fun, though. We were determined to find a local market we'd read about in our research, the mythical Mercado Hidalgo. armed with a not-to-scale walking map, and the solitary spanish phrase we had between us--"Donde esta mercado Hidalgo?" we set out on an ambitious plan to walk what turned out to be a multiple mile journey, oftentimes with only the direction of a local pointing vaguely and reassuring us, "three blocks". c definitely started to get nervous, and we attracted our share of attention from the locals, at one point even prompting a mexican police trooper to slow down and ask if everything was ok. But the destination at the end was well worth it. stalls of exotic and fragrant mexican fruits and spices, and the best tamales, fresh from what was sure to be a local woman's kitchen--warm, sweet, and redolent with that distinctive masa flavor that I've grown to love.

After an uneventful return to US soil, historic Hotel del Coronado on San Diego's Coronado Island was the next stop. Built in the late 1800's, the hotel was someone's grand vision to be the best resort town in the united states. We enjoyed a nice breakfast at a cute cafe in the downtown coronado area, and then spent the rest of the time prowling the grounds and beach.

We capped off the evening with a stroll around the lovely La Jolla, and dinner at the Marine Room. The restaurant is built so that the ocean comes straight up to the walls and windows of the restaurant! When the tide is up and the water is stormy, the waves will actually beat against the window panes. and the food wasn't half bad, as you can see.

More pictures available, although none of Tijuana--we pretty much didn't bring anything of value, including a camera!

One of Many Ski Trips

2003-03-03T18:36:00.000-08:00

March 2003, I was still learning how to snowboard at this time and getting tutored by someone with personal incentives in me picking it up. :) A few of us hit the slopes together, staying close to Reno during one night of the two day trip so that we could follow a frustrating day of falling on one's butt by the exhilaration of winning lots of money! It was during this trip that I hit my head so hard on a fall I blacked out for a few seconds, scaring the people around me (although it was sort of cool riding the snowmobile down the mountain into the infirmary). I swear my memory hasn't been the same since...but maybe that's just old age?

We followed the trip with a group stop at Claimjumper's--my first time. They have humungous portions, as is evidenced by this large-portion lamb shank. But the food is not half bad--comparable to max's, but bigger.

I saw it first

2002-11-02T00:06:00.000-08:00

A few weeks after my 25th birthday, I took a trip to vegas with a few good friends of mine from childhood, who met me in this relatively central location from Michigan. We were tagging along with some avid gambler friends from the bay area who, found a us deal for $39 dollar rooms, something fairly unheard of these days. Among other things, I was delighted by my first trip to Bellagio, the lovely lovely fountains which transfixed me, and the better-than-average champagne brunch there...which featured chocolate dipped strawberries, a whole plate of them.

I also got to witness the pre-date "dance" of two said friends, who were by virtue of both being fans of autos enough to join the auto industry (for different reasons), getting to know each other better after having satellite circles of acquaintance through our childhood. "r, you should take e dancing. " :) Guys--if you're reading--I saw it first.

What Started It All

2002-10-26T01:29:00.000-07:00

The year I turned 25, old roomie and I decided to throw a party to remember. Although the cops did not show up this time...much fun was had by all, which is typically what happens when different social circles mix. Old roomie's friends really took "dressing up" to a new level, many of them coming in with group themes. The winning costume for the evening was a throwdown between anime couple, and hugh hefner/playboy bunny--I forget who finally won! See more of the festivities.

The Happiest Place on Earth

2001-07-04T00:02:00.000-07:00

Man, there is nothing like a road trip to make you remember why it's worth it to work so hard on the weekdays. a few of us headed south over independence day weekend...hitting up Disneyland, the Santa Monica Boardwalk portion of LA, and San Diego as major destinations.

highlights of the weekend included: 1) heart-racing driving on the most part by scott, always nimble in his good ole excursion which is actually much faster than it looks. Entertainment in its own right. 2) chasing fireworks through the city--no Independence Day is complete without them and as the evening got dark we were frantically looking for a place to park where we could get a good view. It's difficult when no one knows the area. I'll never forget driving back to the hotel though, on one of the raised highways that cuts through the city, people's homebrew firework displays going off to the left and right. 3) rollerblading down santa monica boulevard...just like out of 90210. The shopping wasn't half bad either, scored some cheap but very hip (yes, it's possible) sunglasses of the j-lo gradient variety. Oh, and scrapes and bruises all around. 4) Brazilian BBQ in the gaslight district of San Diego. So much meat should be sinful. I forget what my favorite kind was, but it was damn good. Plenty of pictures in my shiny new picasa web album.

Bridge Club

2000-06-13T23:38:00.000-07:00

Bridge is one of those games which is similar to many of the card cames you might have played in some form or fashion - hearts, "chasing the pig" (I think that's a taiwanese game), but like many games, it's a minute to learn, a lifetime to master. I don't think I ever really figured it out...but got pretty good at faking my way through.

Since bridge club happened every week and had the added incentive of a free, oftentimes homemade meal preceding the games, I started to hang with some of these guys on a regular basis. Here's the core group.