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04 May

Channelling mommy...

Elliott complained about his slightly runny nose this morning as I dropped him off at daycare.  I took him out of the car and did what any dad does in my situation; used the bottom of my t-shirt  and wiped the snot off.
 
E (looked at me funny): "Daddy, you use your shirt for the nose?"
Me: "Yeah, sorry buddy, that's all I got right now."
E: "That's very dirty!"
Me: "...eh..."
E: "You should use a tissue..."
 
In my very limited sample size, my favorite kid age is generally between 18 months and 2 years old.  They start to understand the things you say to them and they have a small, but creatively-utilized, set of vocabulary to express their thoughts.  You get strange, unexpected gems like, "nose broke" (a nosebleed) and "waffle sauce" (syrup). 
 
I've come to realize though, that the strange stuff continues, its just in slightly more sophisticated connections and associations the kids make and learn...
04 February

25 Things You Might Not Know about me

(x-posted from Facebook)
 
 
  1. I'm envious of optimistic, positive people since optimism and positivity does not come naturally to me.
  2. I go through phases of musical and hobby obsession, only to be replaced by new music and new hobbies.  My recent musical obsessions have included Brandi Carlile,  Muse, Weezer, Rodrigo y Gabriela, Fleet Foxes and most recently, Joshua Bell.  Over the last 10 years I've had fast and furious flings with fishing, aquariums, volleyball, grilling, poker and, most recently, board games.
  3. I have a foul temper when I'm tired but not when I'm hungry.
  4. I'm friendly with most people, but picky about who I call my friends.
  5. I'm extremely absent-minded.   Never lend me anything, as I'm really bad about giving things back.  Not because I'm evil or covetous, I'm just not very good at remembering things like that.  I forget peoples' names almost immediately after learning them and I sometimes forget what I'm talking about while I'm talking.
  6. I've broken 2 bones in my life; my right and left pinky fingers, broken in separate and unrelated incidents.
  7. I've been clinically diagnosed with ADD.
  8. I take Lipitor for high cholesterol.  The men on my dad's side of my family nearly all have high blood pressure and high cholesterol.
  9. My favorite type of steaks are Ribeyes.  I like them rubbed with sea salt and fresh ground pepper.
  10. I eat very fast; I don't mean to, but that’s just how it shakes out.
  11. I've eaten a salad for lunch nearly every day (over 90% of the time) for the last 2 years.  I hated it initially, but now, walking through the cafeteria at lunchtime, all of the non-salad choices look heavy and like a food-coma waiting to happen.
  12. Oliver is actually my middle name (Kuo-ding is my first name).  Growing up, I never liked  the name "Oliver", but I do now.
  13. I would donate a non-vital organ for more Firefly/Serenity.
  14. I smoked cigarettes (Marlboro Lights) for 7 years and quit in 2002.
  15. I had Lasik surgery 2 years ago to correct my near-sightedness and astigmatism.  It was easily the best money I've ever spent in my entire life.
  16. I sort of believe in signs.  I saw contrasting allegories in 2 of my neighbors which tilted me towards having kids.  One set of neighbors, in their mid-to-early 40's, had no children.  Their house is perfectly kept and everything is pristine.  They have beautiful furniture, everything is spotless and orderly.  My other neighbor has 5 kids and their house is borderline chaotic.  I felt like someday 15 or 20 years down the line, looking back,  I think I'd rather have the house with more bumps and nicks and a richer,  lived-in legacy.
  17. When I was about 6 years old, I was playing outside at my babysitters' house and I couldn't make it back to the toilet in time to poop, so I just dropped that bad boy right where I stood: in her backyard.  My babysitter later asked me if I did it and I blamed it on the dog.  But since my babysitter lived on a farm, she immediately ID'ed it as non-animal poop and called me out on it.
  18. Around the same time, for Christmas, my mom bought me a Baltimore Colts sweater.  I wore it one day to school and the other kids taunted me mercilessly because the Colts were terrible.  After I got home, I was so unhappy about my Scarlet Letter-Colts patch, I chewed it off the sweater.  My mom was livid because the chewed hole made it un-returnable.
  19. In 10th grade, I was the only kid in my Honors English class to fail the Maryland standardized writing test.  I had to take a remedial writing class which I hated, but actually learned a lot from.  I retook and passed the test, but wasn't allowed back into the Honors class.
  20. 2 teachers in my lifetime left an indelible impression on me: Mrs. Gribbin and Mr. Ishikawa.  Mrs. Gribbin was a living, breathing example every day of deep passion and rock-solid commitment to her craft and her students.  Mr Ishikawa really imprinted me with the idea that you never need to be ashamed of your work or yourself, so long as you tried your hardest and he would stay after school as long as you wanted or needed to help you do better.  I really need to find and thank them...
  21. I played piano for 10 years and was pretty decent.  Eventually I stopped because although I do love music, I don't have a natural curiosity or inclination to perform or create it.
  22. I never drank coffee before I moved to Seattle.  After 4 or 5 years here, I started having at least a cup a day.
  23. I'm vain.  Especially when I'm feeling good about my hair, waistline or skin (my 3 appearance-nemeses)
  24. I'm a good tipper because I delivered pizza and Chinese food in college.  I remember how much different a $1 tip felt from a $2 tip, even though the actual monetary difference was so small.
  25. I'm bad at taking criticism.  But, I do appreciate criticism when it comes from a sincere and well-meaning place. 
23 December

Back in the saddle...

Dear Blog,
 
  Sorry for the lack of entries lately.  Since my dad passed away seems like my blogging Muse has been on bereavement leave.  Nevertheless, life is like a box of chocolates and even as our dad-chocolates fall out of the box...the box keeps on going?  (OK not my best metaphor, but cut me some slack. it's been a while...)
 
  I came back to Washington having to catch up on my PROG120 homework assignments as well as facing my manager I wouldn't have had to face had the Zune team been sufficiently fooled by my practised imitation of a software tester (I've never tested software before) 
 
At Microsoft (probably like most companies) depending on how long you've been in your job, you need to either ask permission or at least notify your manager that you want to interview in another group.  I sought said permission and did not get the job, so we were left in the awkward spot of Oliver's manager now thinking, "Great.  I have to deal with this schmuck who wants out" and me dealing with a smidgeon of, "Great.  I'm back in the crummy spot I was trying to leave." 
 
  There's always a silver lining though and in this case, his low opinion of me not withstanding, my manager decided to find me a spot in our team where I can do some work I'm into, learn some nifty testing skills and contribute in a meaningful way to our team.  So, like it's always been with me, now that I'm on the brink, I gotta step up and overdeliver for the rest of the year (our fiscal year ends in June).    At this point, I'm not quite put out to pasture and I still like my chances of making a fan out of him yet (Though it will likely include a helping or two of Adderall, periodically-elevated blood pressure be damned)
 
  Plus, there are still lots of reasons to be positive.  I finished my PROG120 class (with an 'A'; holla!).  K & I went to the do some refinancing paperwork today and Colby started walking in the last couple of weeks.  He toddles like a drunk/zombie/4-legged-animal-walking-on-hind legs, but he's getting there.  The boys do something nearly every day that surprises me or makes me laugh.  And I've been trying to honor my dad by starting to try and do some of the work he wanted to spend his retirement years doing, i.e. uplifting others, making the world a better place...
 
  Still, in quiet and random moments, I've found myself crying over strange things or feeling a void that my parents aren't out somewhere doing something or around to pick up the phone if I called.   I wanted to write a Christmas letter this year (I started doing that last year) but whenever I thought about sitting down and cranking it out, I just couldn't summon a happy place in me to put sincerely joyful holiday wishes down on paper (or monitor).  Doesn't mean that I don't love Christmas or I don't want everyone to have a merry Christmas; I guess I just feel a little awkward putting it out there...
 
Still, I do wish everyone a Merry X-mas.  Stay warm and safe and I hope your holidays are filled with laughter and happiness.
 
K, Elliott & Mochi in the snow.  The apple box that Elliott is sitting in, was his sled.  We upgraded it by tying a jump rope to the front of it so we could drag it around, but our neighbor still felt so sorry for us they lent us their (actual) sled.
 
Coco-bean (as his nickname has turned out to be) bundled up.
 
Me & my pops from back in the day.
 
 
The boys making faces.
 
Also, I've clued into a couple of kind of awesome bands from playlists on Zune pass.
 
Rodrigo y Gabriela, acoustic guitars played with just relentless energy.  I like the album version of this song more than this one b/c the album has a mic up close to Gabriela's guitar, so when she's banging out the rhthyms, it's a lot louder...
   
 
Fleet Foxes, representing the 206!  The video is creepy (I hate puppets and clowns), but the harmonies and melodies are lovely.
   
 
 
 
19 November

Lessons learned...

...from the funeral experience.   You might call it a funeral post-mortem (haha, little gallows-humor there for you nerdy types)
 
Thus far it's been hard to muster much gusto for the day-to-day business of home-life.  Elliott's running a little bit of a fever, I've put regular Adderall-usage on hiatus and extended feelers out for a database engineer job over at Zune.  I didn't get the tester position I originally applied for over there, but I'm not devastated.  I did as much as I could to prepare and give the best nterview I could, but it just wasn't in the cards for me this time.  No big deal.
 
In the spirit of continuing to masquerade as a blog having some marginal life-utility, in no particular order, I have these thoughts on the week that was (last week):
 
1.  When you're trying to organize a funeral, lots of people will offer to help ("if there is anything I can do...")  If I could go back into time, I would've taken-up on more on peoples' offers to help.  Maybe not even funeral-specific stuff, but even stuff like watching the kids for a few hours now and again would've been tremendously helpful.
 
2.  It's probably smart to make someone the central point of contact to coordinate and organize all the efforts; a person to manage other people who order flowers, order death certificates, talk to banks/state about probate issues, organize the program and get copies printed, manage photo collages and prints for the proceedings, talk to pastors, get the word out to the right invitees, handle travel-stuff for family/friends, etc...
 
3.  Between doing stuff, talking to people and generally being physically/spiritually/emotionally spent, it's a good idea to write everything down and verify it back to people you're talking to.  My sister and I both got the locale of my dad's viewing wrong and a lot of his close friends never made it.
 
4.  Before you die, if you expect to handle the funeral expenses yourself (and you really should, unless you are a colossal douche) make sure that the funds are readily available to the person(s) who are in charge.  My sis and I always thought things were set but while he was alive, it was never comfortable asking/talking my dad about his funeral and we ended up having to jump through a lot more hoops than anticipated to get things paid for.
 
5.  For the euology-writing, if you're having a Christian funeral, apparently there's no need to worry about this since the minister crafts the end-to-end memorial service (according to Karen)  If you're having a pagan-style funeral, a few tips that I found useful:
    • plan for about 120-150 words per minute when you think about length.
    • writing for something that'll be read on the page is different than writing for something that'll be spoken.  It helps to try your handiwork out loud to see how it rolls off the tongue or if it's easy enough to follow when spoken.
    • If you have a lot of anecdotes to include, you can't spend too much time setting up or elaborating.  I think you need to efficiently set the point/idea up and deliver the story.  I had tons of stuff I wanted to share but couldn't b/c I was on top of 1500 words (the 10 minute mark) before I knew it.
    • it's good writing advice in any context, but think a lot about your audience.  I was writing to like, 95% 1st-generation Chinese (though mostly college-educated) so I had to axe a lot of the more flowery prose in favor of to-the-point and easier-to-follow.
    • Tone-wise, try to stay conscious of whether you're shooting for more nostalgic or cathartic.  Both will be in there in one form or another but wherever you're going with your eulogy, you're taking an audience with you so it helps to have a defined overall direction.

6.  When I'm emotionally-stressed, I have a trigger-happy anger/lash-out reflex and I would guess most other folks do too.  It's helpful to de-stress when you can and consciously try to be extra patient and calm and even-keeled when you know this stuff is going on.

7.  Invite a friend or two of your own.  It was oddly comforting to have Hoon & Mimi in attendance because even though they live in MD now, it felt like part of my extended Seattle life/family/existence was there supporting me.

30 October

Adderall after all...

It's been nearly 24 hours now since I took the 1st of 2 blue pills (Adderalls.  Actually, Matrix-metaphorically they would probably be the red pill) and here are my impressions:
 
Pro's
  1. Vastly better ability to focus and maintain current trains of thought.  It also seems easier to think clearly in general.  I could work on the same thing without distraction for upwards of 40 minutes+, an approximate 10-fold improvement over my doped-free self.  Also, I'm able to do things without getting sidetracked or forgetting mid-stream what I meant to do, both of which were regular occurances for me.
  2. Sort of a corollary to 1, but I'm able to ignore distractions much more effectively.  E-mail, web surfing, side coversations, IM all seemed less enticing draws while I was working on stuff.
  3. Higher energy level.  I went through a 6-hour interview loop yesterday followed by 3 or 4 hours of finishing my programming assignment.  I really didn't feel tired at all through the whole thing until about 30 minutes before I finally went to bed.

Con's

  1. A mild headache that isn't enough to take medicine for, but enough to be annoying.  I had it nearly all day and night.
  2. Sleeplessness.  I went to bed at 1 and woke up at 5:30 and didn't really sleep fitfully in-between.  I did chuckle hearing Karen talking in her sleep, in a very sarcastic and caustic tone...hahaha...it's weird, it was like she was condescending to someone she was dreaming about...maybe the dream-version of me?
  3. I found myself many times yesterday talking loudly and excitedly.  I had to consciously curtail my chatter...
  4. Most alarmingly, a skyrocketed BP increase, post-Adderall in the neighborhood of ~137/97.

 

I'm not sure what % of the perceived pro's and con's are just placebo effect.  For right now, it's not a slam-dunk for me one way or the other, i.e. it's an easy call to keep taking it or not take it anymore. 

I took 2 yesterday and it was too much.  As such, I'm refraining today and I'll have another one tommorrow AM, as per my doctor's actual instructions (1 week take 1, next week take 2, week after that try 3, all the while monitoring BP and stopping if it gets too high)

I'll play the guinea pig just a while longer...=)

 

28 October

Under (blood) pressure

For a fistful of reasons, I need to lower my blood pressure.  Mundane remedies (diet, exercise) aside, googling the internets turned up interesting counter-measures I'm going to try:
 
 
On the surface of it, the combination of the last two options seem like a trainwreck waiting to happen.  I've been to exactly one yoga class in my life.  At that time the combination of trying to do the stretches, not fart myself while resisting my forever-11 giggle reflex at other people's farts was too much for me.  But I was young and immature 4 years ago and I'm totally ready this time...but if one happens to slip past the goalie, woe to the poor yoga-stretcher behind me...
 
I needed to be mindful of my blood pressure anyways, but this whole thing re-surfaced when I (after much internal hemming and hawing) decided to see a therapist about what I've long-suspected about myself; that I'm on the low-attention side of the ADD/non-ADD spectrum.  I've always had problems focusing on details. 
 
For example, I recently ordered my gramma a down comforter and a duvet.  Except the 1st time I ordered the wrong comforter, so I cancelled and reordered both items.  My 2nd pass at it, I got the shipping address wrong and I had it shipped to my house.   So I did it a 3rd time, this time w/ the right comforter and the right billing address.  Except, upon closer inspection, the sheet set I ordered never included a duvet...
 
And, at work, I've always had problems focusing except on the rare occasion I get something truly interesting to workon, or experiment with.  I can't read anything for more than 4 or 5 minutes at a stretch before my mind starts to wander.  If it's something I'm not interested in, it's probably closer to 2-3 minutes.
 
The good doctor explained to me that what we term "ADD" today is really a bit of a misnomer; there's nothing "wrong" per-se with people who have ADD.  She explained that in more savage-times, certain cavemen of the tribe were better suited mentally to be the watchmen (b/c they didn't focus on one aspect of their surroundings, rather constantly scanning the entire landscape) while others were the ones who organized and analyzed the tribe's movements and hunts, etc.  I, it would seem, am from watch-cavemen stock...
 
Anyways, the medication I'll be taking is Adderall.  Since it's a stimulant, high blood pressure is a poor starting condition.  I'll report back in a week or two to fill you guys in on what, if any, effects it has on my work-life efficiency...
 
 
13 October

Letters home

Dear Elliott & Colby,
 
  I miss you both very much right now while I'm in Maryland with your Grandpa.  I am writing this blog entry to let  the two of you know that, at the risk of sounding immodest, daddy has set a CRAZY-HIGH BAR for good-son-ness.  Should the, dare I say, catastrophic circumstance of daddy's incapacitation arise, all of the following fall into the category of "Been there, done that:"
 
  • Holding daddy upright and manual intervention for daddy's pee-pee guidance system.
  • Enema assistance . It' sounds worse than it is in reality; not that much different than say, squeezing frosting into a butt-shaped cake...
  • Diaper-change.  TBH, this is almost a vacation compared to you two.  At least here, grampa won't get up and run away before the new diaper or kick his feet into the diaper-payload.

Love, Daddy.

 

In some other Md-related current events, I went over to All Around Tech today to check up on the progress of my dad's home theater system.  Mike from All Around was super-nice and, with great enthusiasm, showed me around his shop as well as my dad's system (this is just the cabinet without the speakers or TV):

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Images like these make me wonder why there isn't some sort of male-targetted marketing equivalent of those ubiquitous diamond engagement ring commercials  (with this type of hardware)  Something where it's Christmas, and the wife covers the husband's eyes and steers him into a room with something like this to surprise him.  The lighting softens, the children jump up and down in ecstatic joy, Christmas-y music plays.  Chokes me up just thinking about it...

Speaking of technology,

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Uncle Chien bought this for my dad from Resonant Light (if you click on the link, check out the price)  You're supposed to put your feet on the two paddles on the right which are connected to wires that then connect into the console unit.  I'm not completely clear on the science; the general idea is that they zap electricity into one's body to kill cancer cells.  There are also handles you can grip instead of putting your feet onto these paddles or you can just detach the wires and connect them directly into the bolts on your neck.  Seriously, I'm no theologian, but I'm more or less positive there's an extra-hot space in Hell reserved for people who take advantage of the emotionally vulnerable state of the sick and their loved ones with mean gimmicks...