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13Feb/10

Chinese New Year 2010

Chi­nese New Years

Like it or not Chi­nese New Year is upon us.  February 14th is the first day of Chi­nese New Year for 2010 and marks the begin­ning of yet another Lunar year, this one repre­sen­ted by the Tiger.  To see a great expla­na­tion of Chi­nese New Year and it’s influence and impor­tance see Wiki­pe­dia.

What does it mean today?

Asian cul­ture is ama­zing how over the cen­tu­ries it’s tra­di­tions have endu­red through so much war and geno­cide.  Even today watching friends of Asian des­cent born in the sta­tes or rai­sed in the sta­tes, they carry on the tra­di­tions as the duti­ful des­cen­dants they are.  Some of them the chil­dren of fami­lies that fled Main­land China, Viet­nam, or Cambodia’s com­mu­nist regime carr­ying with them this tra­di­tion of Chi­nese New Year and pas­sing it on to the next generations.

For some it is the com­mer­cial, family get together that Christ­mas has become to the world.  It is hard to change this notion when the media and busi­nes­ses have so much to gain from pro­mo­ting it as a “rea­son to spend money for gifts”.  Iro­ni­cally money is the num­ber 1 gift at this holi­day in those famous little red envelopes.

The most impor­tant thing

If you take anything away from this in regards to Chi­nese New Year remem­ber this, it’s about family.  It’s about hono­ring our ances­tors for paving the way.  It’s about hono­ring our living rela­ti­ves for sup­por­ting us now.  Lastly it’s about giving to the chil­dren to be here to sup­port us in the years to come.  In the homes I have been for­tu­nate enough to cele­brate Chi­nese New Year in around the world this is what I always saw.

Food and Chi­nese New years

The feast of the first day of Chi­nese New Year is the really big event that I have always enjo­yed every time I’ve been inc­lu­ded.  In one home the meal was pre­pa­red and then pre­sen­ted to the door step and incense bur­ned to offer to the ances­tors first.  Then a place was set for those not pre­sent and the rest of us devou­red a glo­rious meal of roas­ted chic­ken, stea­med fish, nood­les, soup and always an assort­ment of many more foods.

One home I was for­tu­nate to be at in Cali­for­nia one year was bles­sed to have a HUGE family of 15 chil­dren to the matriarch and patriarch that had fled Viet­nam in the early 70’s.  The food of all those fami­lies coming together.  I remem­ber tas­ting every kind of fla­vor and fee­ling so full after­wards that I sha­me­fully undid the but­ton to my pants as we res­ted.  Need­less to say that tur­ned to be quite a com­pli­ment to all of the cooks that one that towe­red almost a full foot over them could feast to the point where his clothes could not con­tain them.  Truly the Prince’s clothing — Sihk Duhk a FOOK, Jeuhk Duhk a Luhk.

How I observe it today

Today my wife and I observe Chi­nese New Year every year by taking time to go to Dim Sum at one of the local res­tau­rants with friends.  This year we’ve added two new friends to the mix and we’re going to Impe­rial Gar­den here in Colum­bus.  While being run by a cou­ple that immi­gra­ted here from Tai­wan, the Chef is from Szechuan in Main­land China and his coo­king is some of the best I’ve had in the world.  No exag­ge­ra­tion there.  I look for­ward to unbut­to­ning my pants to make breathing easier on the drive home.  Sun­day when the day finally comes my boys and I will sit down and talk about our ances­tors and what they mean to us.  Then when we can we’ll talk about our family today and what we mean to each other.

What does it mean to me today

Chi­nese New Year is a part of who I am.  A quar­ter of my life I spoke, ate, thought, and breathed in Chi­nese more than I did in English.  Many friends have invi­ted me into their homes to share with them by all accounts the most impor­tant 5 days of the year.  It sig­nals the coming Spring and coming hope.  It is a time to remem­ber the past and look for­ward to the future.  In my own English/American/Chinese way I will be pas­sing this onto my chil­dren hoping that it will make an impres­sion on them and they will learn a little of who I am, who their ances­tors were, and who they can become.

GUNG HEI FAAT CHOI! — GUNG TSI FA TSAI!

16Jan/10

Favorite Tweets of the Week

I am going to start pos­ting my favo­rite tweets of the week and it may become a page that just upda­tes.… but for now we’ll post it.

Inggrie_Tehku: Don’t let other people’s opi­nions burn holes in your dreams… 1/14/2010

Tiger­Tree: Cof­fee just tas­tes bet­ter when you are drin­king it out of a ther­mos…  1/16/2010

TheO­nion: Opi­nion: Kids, Your Mother is ready to start F**king again.… 1/12/2010

Sassy­Ti­nATL: That’s y my motto is: “The butt u kick 2day may be the butt you kiss tomo­rrow”  It’s a small small world. 1/11/2010

TheSD­Cow­Girl: Making elk ten­der­loin quesadilla’s for sup­per! Yummy 1/11/2010

liz­less­ner: When nerds marry.  My hus­band just told me I look good sit­ting in front of his mac 1/11/2010

You can see some of these are quite obviously funny.  Some good advice.  TheSD­Cow­Girl I’m just jealous.

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12Jan/10

Website Review of Localharvest.org — WORTH EVERY PAGE

I love to find cool infor­ma­tive sites on food, bbq, books, wri­ting.… you get the idea.  I espe­cially like the sites that I don’t have to follow every day to stay on top of but are more an infor­ma­tion hub around a par­ti­cu­lar topic.  I have found just such a site.  A site I find myself chec­king second to goo­gle in some cases.
What is this ama­zing site?  Why Local Har­vest of course.  What does this site have that other sites don’t have?  It is a hub of infor­ma­tion on orga­nic local agri­cul­ture and the busi­nes­ses that sup­port them.  From their map it has what appears to be hun­dreds and maybe even thou­sands of these types of enterprises.

Want to find a local resource for yarn pro­duc­tion?  They have it.  What about a res­tau­rant or mar­ket that uses locally grown pro­duce or rai­sed meat?  They have that too.
What if you wan­ted to get invol­ved in a CSA to aug­ment your own gar­den pro­duc­tion or as an oppor­tu­nity to get really fresh vege­ta­bles.  They got that.

Then there’s the forums where peo­ple talk about ques­tions, con­cerns, events, rates, etc.  Next tab over and it will show you events.  For us it hel­ped us find a local farm that we are con­si­de­ring par­ti­ci­pa­ting in a csa with this year.  Now we can do something with them to get to know them.

It’s a veri­ta­ble cor­nu­co­pia of locally grown and sup­por­ted food.  So go to the link, book­mark it, and use it.  Who knows it might just change your life. At the very least the way you eat.

8Jan/10

Managing Information Overload In the Age of Twitter and iPhones

Today I woke up and chec­ked the weather.  Then I loo­ked at the over­seas mar­kets and inter­na­tio­nal head­li­nes for finan­cial infor­ma­tion.  I did this without get­ting out of bed on my iPhone, of course.  This is a fairly nor­mal ritual for me these days.  By 6:30AM every mor­ning I have gau­ged what my boys day is going to be like based on the weather, and what my day is going to be like based on my Bloom­berg feeds. 

After the ritua­lis­tic rush of get­ting the boys dres­sed, break­fast star­ted, and myself clea­ned and ready for work I check my email.  Then my rss and finally twit­ter feeds.  It’s a huge volume of infor­ma­tion and it can send me into hyper­fo­cus hell if I’m not care­ful.  I have lite­rally been sit­ting in my car for an hour just rea­ding everything trying to soak it in.  It makes me wish my com­mute to work every day was on a train or bus. 

What infor­ma­tion of value could pos­sibly come from all of this rea­ding?  How can one brain pos­sibly con­tain or manage all of this infor­ma­tion?  I don’t.  My brain is full.  It’s overwhel­mingly full. It’s so full it feels like it’s explo­ding some times.  Ok you get the pic­ture.  What I’ve come up with is a sys­tem.  It’s my own per­so­nal infor­ma­tion mana­ge­ment system. 

At the heart of this sys­tem is a great if not the grea­test infor­ma­tion gathering-storing-retrieving sys­tem on the web today.  it’s called Ever­note.  I for­ward emails, I cut and paste links, save pages, quo­tes, ideas, anything and everything.  It rocks.  How much it rocks is another post in a future date. 

So we have the des­ti­na­tion of the data, now how do we find the time to read, fil­ter, and store?  Twit­ter, Goo­gle RSS Rea­der, Face­book, etc.  They all have a way of mar­king something as a favo­rite or sta­rring it.  As I peruse the feeds through the day I star the ones that are of sig­ni­fi­cance one way or the other.   Then each day I review the sta­rred posts, tweets, artic­les, pic­tu­res, and I for­ward the ones I want to hold onto into Ever­note.  Assig­ning tags for their pur­pose and con­tent.  If something beco­mes a TODO I follow up with it at the next chance.

So now you have this gro­wing volume of data in your data store.  How do you find it?  How do you recall what you sto­red?  Easy.  Evernote’s search engine not only searches the text in your notes, it searches the text in your pic­tu­res.  All I worry about now is making sure when I see something I store it.  Tech­no­rati Tags: , ,

7Jan/10

My Love Affair

Peo­ple that know me know at least one thing about me, I love my iPhone.  I mean I LOVE my iPhone.  I take it to bed, I take it into the bath­room when I’m get­ting a sho­wer.  I had a spe­cial ste­reo for it spe­ci­fi­cally in my car so that I would never be without it or it’s cool fea­tu­res.  

What is it about this device that has cau­sed such a dra­ma­tic love affair?  There are millions of iPhone users that don’t have this type of love and devo­tion.  Besi­des the obvious thought going through yours and ever­yone else that knows me of “he’s a freak” there are some sim­ple things about the iPhone that just make it supe­rior.

Rea­son num­ber one,  “It’s a phone, it’s a com­pu­ter, no it’s iPhone!“
A lot of pho­nes out there can play music.  Some can get your email.  Some have web brow­sers.  Some have games.  Some have pro­duc­ti­vity apps and can sync with your com­pu­ter.  The iPhone does it all and a whole lot more.   Plus it’s an ipod, an online store, an exchange client, net­work tool, home auto­ma­tion con­trol tool, note­book, recipe book, kindle, check regis­ter, shop­ping tool, inven­tory trac­king, medi­cal trac­king, calen­dar, mail, con­tact, face­book, twit­te­ring, office, pdf, strea­ming audio pla­ying handheld com­pu­ter.  That has the abi­lity to be used for a phone.  

Rea­son num­ber two, I can cus­to­mize it any way I want.
I have about 24 dif­fe­rent apps on my iPhone that I use somewhere bet­ween every day to once a week.  Next week I might take some off and put some new ones on.  I might rea­rrange the order of the apps today.  Maybe I’ll down­load some more “use­ful” apps.  I can set it up any­way I want.

Rea­son num­ber three and pro­bably the big­gest rea­son, I’m an infor­ma­tion jun­kie. Lear­ning new things is a high to my ADD­led brain.  Bet­ween my twit­ter­la­tor, face­book, email, sms, rss rea­der, kindle, rea­dit­la­ter, Ever­note apps I can’t stop get­ting infor­ma­tion.  I’m hoo­ked.  

Rea­son num­ber four and the last rea­son for this dis­cus­sion is it’s really cool.  It has chan­ged the “smart phone” world fore­ver.  It has chan­ged the phone world fore­ver.  It has given access to peo­ple that didn’t have it before and that’s kinda cool, but it’s just really cool to have.  If being cool isn’t a good rea­son then I’m scre­wed.  That’s always my bac­kup excuse for anything.  

Do I love my iPhone?  No.  I LOVE MY IPHONE!  Ok, that’s all.  Thanks for tuning in and see you same­time later this week.

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10Sep/09

What does it mean to be a foodie?

Foo­die is an infor­mal term for a par­ti­cu­lar class of afi­cio­nado of food and drink. - Wikipedia

I am a foo­die, but I’ve never thought of myself as an afi­cio­nado. More as an avid, almost mania­cal love of food and the beve­ra­ges that go with it. Many peo­ple like food. Most peo­ple enjoy some food. I love food. I love tas­ting, sme­lling, and fee­ling it. The funny thing about my love of food is that I do not eat everything. I can walk into a store or a res­tau­rant, eat what I want to, and then leave some­ti­mes still hungry as it was less than I wanted.

I enjoy tal­king about food almost as much as I enjoy eating it. Wri­ting about it, taking pic­tu­res of it, wor­king on reci­pes, coo­king some new dish that I have just read about. I’ve wal­ked a mile in a down pour of sleet and snow on the pos­si­ble chance I would get into a res­tau­rant for a chance to try their steak.

This week I am going to Chi­cago on one of my food adven­tu­res again. The oppor­tu­nity to eat at a steak house that will be one of those rare oppor­tu­ni­ties. Follo­wed by a day and a half of pure indul­gence at sta­diums, local dive bars, and then a tri­bute to Ger­man Americans.

Did I men­tion I get to do it while enjo­ying the com­pany of friends? That’s impor­tant too, right?

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10Sep/09

Riding Trains

I am sit­ting on the second floor of a metra train lea­ving Chi­cago to the ‘burbs to see friends. I’ve rid­den the train dozens of times all over the world, yet I feel oddly dif­fe­rent on this trip. It’s almost a giddy exci­te­ment of thrill and fear, like the first time you get on a roller coaster.

Then I rea­lize it’s not the exci­te­ment of me riding a train, but the thought of how ama­zingly exci­ted my boys would be if they were riding it. How it would be all new and dif­fe­rent to them. My oldest would want to unders­tand how it all wor­ked. My middle would imme­dia­tely equate it with Tho­mas the tank engine. My youn­gest would. Attempt to climb every sca­la­ble surface.

As a father of boys it is very easy to ima­gine and appre­ciate their exci­te­ment. This trip with us so far apart i think of them and how much they would love and enjoy it.

Don’t worry boys, we’ll go on one soon!

9Sep/09

Home Improvement — The Beginning

When I embar­ked on the jour­ney that has become a mas­sive under­ta­king in remo­de­ling the outside of my house, I never rea­li­zed what that would mean to my family, my neigh­bors, my per­so­nal time, or my savings account. It star­ted as a sim­ple exer­cise of wan­ting to get rid of the 10 inch wide vinyl siding that had cove­red our 80 year old house for the last 40 years.

In doing that we dis­co­ve­red many won­der­ful and frigh­te­ning things. The first dis­co­very that the wood siding hiding under the mons­tro­sity of vinyl was mostly in good shape was exci­ting. This was follo­wed by the horri­fic dis­co­very that all of the win­dow and door trim had been des­tro­yed to accom­mo­date the siding.

A brief dis­cus­sion with my friend and brother in smoke(bbq) led to the dis­co­very that this could be repai­red or repla­ced enti­rely with his expert help. This in turn invol­ved a fun filled week of repla­cing the win­dow mol­dings and trim work to repre­sent what it most likely loo­ked like when it was built 80 years ago.

The work was just beg­ging there as we dis­co­ve­red asphalt shin­gles over asbes­tos shin­gles on the gables and side overhangs. This frigh­te­ning dis­co­very was quickly follo­wed by the even worse dis­co­very that the shin­gles were 4 and 5 layers deep with mul­ti­ple nails in every one. It was weeks to remove all of them as it was exhaus­ting work of the nature that I was not accus­to­med to performing.

Weeks and months later these shin­gles have been repla­ced with either siding or cedar shake stai­ned a beau­ti­ful red­wood color. The crac­king paint stri­ped, san­ded and repain­ted a beau­ti­ful gun metal grey with a bone white trim. Now as we approach the sides and attempt to com­plete the remo­val of the last remai­ning pie­ces to begin the pri­ming and pain­ting I look at it as a sign of hope to com­plete something prior to the end of this year lea­ving only the back to finish next year. Over the coming weeks look I will attempt to docu­ment the pro­gress we’ve made and docu­ment the trials we’ve encoun­te­red and what I’ve lear­ned through others or by my per­sis­tence that I will com­plete this Everest.

I have enjo­yed the work and hope that someone will bene­fit from my expe­rien­ces in their own attempts at taking on the impossible.