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Tuesday, February 21, 2006


Moving Out
February 21, 2006

After a bit of prodding from some friends, I've caved in and decided to move my blog over to blogger. You'll be able to find me now at meandering neanderthals.


Friday, June 03, 2005


Back to the Bay
June 3, 2005


Your Political Profile

Overall: 35% Conservative, 65% Liberal
Social Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
Personal Responsibility: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
Fiscal Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal
Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
Defense and Crime: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal

I'm proud to show that I'm more liberal than conversative, although is that a big surprise? But look at my score for Fiscal Issues. Just goes to show that four years at Berkeley hasn't gotten all of the Orange County out of me.

After two years, I'm finally going to find my way back to the bay. It will be my first time where I can really explore San Francisco, and I want to make the most of my time.

On the top of my list of things to do: Eat at Cha Cha Cha and drink sangria. And to those of you gasping and thinking "You've never eaten at Cha Cha Cha???" I respond a defiant "No! But I will have soon!" I can't even begin to count the number of times I've had this conversation with people:

Friend: "The best sangria I've ever had was at Cha Cha Cha."
Me: "Really? I've never been there."
Friend: "You've never been to Cha Cha Cha??"
Me: "No, I've never been to Cha Cha Cha."
Friend: "Wow, you should go there."
Me: "Thanks."

So I will finally get a taste of Cha Cha Cha's famous sangria. And to those of you who may feel the need to comment "You've never eaten at Cha Cha Cha??" in response to this posting, c'mon, you're more clever than that.


Friday, May 13, 2005


Modern Convenience?
May 13, 2005

Many things in the modern era make life much more comfortable. The vacuum cleaner, the dishwasher, sliced bread - it all serves to bring efficiency and convenience to daily living. And all of those things are very appreciated, but the one thing I can't take are toilets that flush when triggered by sensors.

The toilets in the ladies room at the office all have sensors installed so that they flush automatically at the first sign of movement. This, at first, seems like a great invention as, like most people, I don't enjoy touching the lever to flush the toilet. However, to circumvent that problem, I typically use my foot to flush. Even though it's worked great for me for the past 20 years, I do run the risk of losing my balance and slipping using that technique, so I was excited to see the sensors in our bathroom. I quickly learned to hate them.

When I first went into the stall, the toilet sensed me moving and flushed. Well, that's okay, since I do like a clean bowl even though I'm afraid of any bacteria whooshing up into the air. With fresh water in place, I got ready to do my business. As mentioned in The Unmistakable Smell of Urine, I prefer the hover technique and settled into a comfortable angle when the toiled decided to flush again. Did it detect any motion? Maybe. But now I had a tornado of water swirling below my bare ass, which made me feel rather vulnerable to incidental splashing.

Finally finishing my business, I stood up and tried to trigger the sensor to flush the toilet again. No matter how many times I waved my hands infront of the sensor or pretended to hover and get up again, the toilet wouldn't flush. If anyone could have seen me, I'm sure I looked like an idiot dancing around in front of the toilet in hopes of tricking it into flushing. Finally, there was no choice but to manually flush the toilet, but the normal lever was replaced with a small button the size of a pencil eraser right above the toilet seat (I'm supposed to touch that??). I had to get a wad of toilet paper to achieve the task.

All in all, it took three flushes to finish one pee. Modern convenience? Seems more like a waste of water and energy.


Monday, May 02, 2005


Blind-Sighted
May 2, 2005

Imagine a square within a square. This is what my office looks like. The perimeter of the larger square is lined with offices and conference rooms, while the perimeter of the smaller square is essentially the “hallway” for the entire floor. Between the hallway and the offices are all the open cubes where peons, like myself, are seated.

This type of office set-up lends itself to four very blind turns when walking along the hallway. For example, not long ago I left my cube to use the restroom – a journey that requires two blind turns. As I made the first turn, I threw off the balance of someone coming the other direction. The poor guy ended up stutter-stepping, losing his balance, and running into the wall, all as a result of my unexpected arrival.

Someone here needs to install those mirrors that allow us to see around corners.


Friday, April 29, 2005


Please Watch Your Step!
April 29, 2005

Last week I served jury duty for the first time. Although every American seems to dread this civic duty, I spent two very welcome days away from the office.

I decided to go to my favorite restaurant in Chinatown for lunch during my second day of jury duty. After a very filling and greasy meal of sticky rice and scallion pancakes, I headed downstairs to use the restroom before heading back to the courthouse when I noticed a sign I never saw before.

Mid-way down the stairs was a sheet of paper taped on the wall above the handrail at an angle parallel to the stairs. "Please watch your step!" I read. And then laughed. And then wondered, who would think to put that sign here? Usually these signs are posted at the top or bottom of a staircase. I would hope that a person who was halfway up or down the stairs would notice the steps by then.

Too bad I didn't have a digital camera with me. It would be perfect for times like this, and then I could be one of those Asians who take an excessive amount of digital pictures of everyday life and post them on my xanga. Hey, at that point, why even write a xanga - it could turn into a photo diary. But that's a whole different topic I could write about another day.



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