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Short blog posts, journal entries, and random thoughts. Topics include a mix of personal and the world at large.

Dopamine nation

The WiFi has been spotty at work this week, so my iPhone is effectively useless during work hours. (There’s no cellular network in our dungeon of an office.) Be that as it may, I still find myself reaching for it to check stuff, even though there’s nothing that can be checked. It’s like unlocking your phone during a flight: you know there’s nothing new to see, yet reflexes that’s been honed for over a decade is difficult to pause.

I like to think of myself as a mindful person, but I guess I’m not immune to the smartphone dopamine addiction. Every second of downtime must be filled with brand new information. The latest sports news on ESPN, or the latest nihilistic banter on Reddit. Boredom has been extinct since the first iPhone introduction. We did it!

Everybody does it, though. If anything, you look like the weird one if your face isn’t plastered to your phone. Imagine waiting with a crowd for an elevator, and you’re the only one staring into space. The strongly introverted me is not ready to stand out like that.

A coworker’s car failed, so he’s been walking to work. The obvious perplexity is: he doesn’t live anywhere near walking distances from work. (Otherwise the car failing would have zero bearing.) Instead of replacing the broken car, he’s choosing to commute on foot for over an hour. I admire the grit, but I have to wonder at his financial situation if he can’t easily replace the broken twenty year old car. Our State government job doesn’t pay extravagantly, but it’s sufficiently middle-class.

I get it: needing to replace a suddenly out of commission car is a huge blow to the wallet. But that’s why you keep an emergency fund. You know, for emergencies. I can’t fathom the stress living with such thin financial margins. Yes, right to privileged jail, right away.

Let him cook

President Trump has enacted tariffs on imports from Canada, Mexico, and China. Begun, the trade wars have. For what reason, it’s not immediately clear. For the general public, the salient thing is prices will be going up. If you’re looking to buy a car this year, pray that it isn’t manufactured in Canada or Mexico! You really think automakers are going to eat that tariff costs entirely?

The best thing to do right now is to let Trump cook (as the kids say these days). Whatever he’s got planned, be it Project 2025 or whatever, let him execute. The good ideas will work, and the bad ideas won’t. You have to allow people to directly feel the consequences. Otherwise the lesson never gets learned. I wonder how Trump-voting Federal employees are dealing with the freezes and return-to-office mandate. Your vote, your consequences…

What’s disgusting to see is people appealing to Democrats to do something. First of all, it’s extremely pointless to badger the minority party. Secondly, the party that has been pilloried for their empathy (the path to DEI is paved with very good empathic intentions) can’t then be asked to utilize that same empathy to save you. It’s like the woman who rejects the nice guy but yet wants the supportive benefits the nice guy provides.

You cannot have it both ways. Democrats ought to turn off their empathy muscles for the time being. They should not let their tendency to want to limit harm be used to save the same people that rejected it. Like the nice guy that refuses to leave, at some point you’re just allowing yourself to be abused.

I’m for letting winning Presidents to implement their agenda. The market (read: U.S. population) will determine whether they are good or bad. High inflation knocked out Biden/Harris; if Trump - due to the tariffs - causes another high inflation period, the Republican Party will surely be in a precarious position in the next election cycle.

Like winning the lottery

In our current national crisis of severe egg shortage, finding a two-dozen pack at Costco feels like winning the lotto.

It’s as if god himself wants me to continue having a constant egg supply. There I was at my local Costco on Saturday afternoon. It seems I had just missed a resupply of eggs: I saw many a cart with them, but when I got to the fridge section, there were no eggs to be found. That is, until I saw at the corner a fully intact two-dozen carton stacked underneath a few cartons with broken eggs. Pure luck is what that was. My two eggs a day habit shall not be interrupted. For now…

For all the joke about President Trump lowering produce prices - I really don’t care! Just let there be eggs for me to buy! I can absorb high groceries prices because I’m only buying for the singular me. (straight to privilege jail, right away.)

Of course, high grocery prices during the Biden years contributed a lot to Trump’s second ascendancy. You can throw statistics about how wages have kept up (or outpaced) with inflation - it doesn’t matter. Higher produce prices feel like a penalty, while a wage increase feels like something you’ve earned. It’s not a good feeling to get a raise, only for that money to get wiped out by inflation. Typically, a wage increase should mean more disposable income.

President Trump seems determined to curtail illegal immigration and deport illegal immigrants already on U.S. soil. Many of whom work in farming. When you diminish the labor supply, cost of goods go up. When cost of goods go up, so do prices. I’m skeptical that Americans would tolerate another inflationary shock to their grocery bills. Then again, it’s not like Trump can run for office again. For now…

Exploiters adjacent

On Shark Tank last evening, there was a woman peddling premium hiking socks for $24 a pair. I cannot wrap my mind around such extravagance. My modus operandi for socks is to buy in bulk at Costco (brand doesn’t matter). They get thrown away when holes inevitably develops. For a heavy wear item such as socks, I don’t see the utility of spending heavily. This isn’t a winter jacket that will last a lifetime kind of thing.

I’m sure premium wool socks feel fantastic. But who can afford them but millionaires or sock enthusiasts. It’s a luxury item for sure, not a must-have. At least with an expensive mattress one can make the argument the improvement on sleep is worth the money.

Maybe I’m just being a miserable miser. Half the stuff I see on Shark Tank, I can’t believe there are actually people who would spend money on them. In the same episode from yesterday, another entrepreneur was selling a metal trunk for people to store their keepsakes - for hundreds of dollars. A Sterilite plastic container from Target for magnitudes less money would have sufficed the same. I wonder: are we in so much consumer debt because of such frivolity?

Then again, the American economy would grind to a halt if a majority of the populace spend only on what’s truly necessary. DoorDash would not be worth billions because people understand it’s stupid to overpay menu prices plus fees and tip to have someone chauffeur a burrito to your home.

But please, by all means, spend. Debt spending is singlehandedly sustaining the r/churning subreddit. There aren’t thousands of dollars in bonus travel points to earn if on the slip side there aren’t customers to siphon heavy interest payments from. Those of us on the positive side are directly adjacent to the exploitation of people in severe credit card debt. That is, if your level of empathy causes you to regard credit card companies as exploiters.

A waste of money

Some would think it perverse the second inauguration of President Trump is the same day as the annual Martin Luther King Jr. Day holiday. I would think it’s a shame because people now have to follow the inauguration ceremonies while not at work. If you’re going to hate watch (or love watch) something, you might as well get paid for it, right? It sure was a wild time at work four years ago watching the January 6th riots.

But since it’s a holiday, I’ve no desire to watch the Presidential inauguration - no matter who it is. Unlike a monarchial coronation, the swearing in of new American President happens every four years (until Trump ends that practice, certain folks on the hard Left would say). It’s difficult for me to pay attention when the occurrence is not uncommon. I certainly cannot imagine myself spending thousands of dollars to fly to Washington D.C. - to attend an inauguration (in typically freezing January weather). I sure as hell hope I never develop that degree of parasocial relationship with anybody.

(I’m a fan of Taylor Swift’s music, but never fanatical to point of dropping thousands on overpriced concert tickets.)

Parasocial relationships can indeed be quite lucrative. Taylor Swift actively cultivates a special connection with her fans. Twitch streamers rely on directly interacting with people on chat. Legions of young and attractive women earn a living on OnlyFans by dangling a tantalizing false promise to lonely men. When your favorite Youtuber gets (verbally) attacked, their fans are at the ready with the pitchforks; their messiah can do no wrong.

The position you want to be on that equation is the creator side, the person offering the value. The consumer side is only going to be separating with their money. Like the people who flew to D.C. for President Trump’s inauguration, only to find that it’s changed to indoors due to weather (therefore, not open to the public). There’s no refunds on plane tickets and hotel bookings!

Where it all went

As a person who doesn’t typically do New Year’s Resolutions, I have but one in 2025: no buying new books until I’ve read all the ones I already bought. Tolstoy’s War and Peace will finally be devoured before I can clear off additional books on my Amazon cart. It’s the right thing to do. The least a book can do before becoming a gatherer of dusts on the shelf is to entertain me with its infilled information.

As 2025 gets underway, a good exercise to do is to take a look at your money in 2024. Credit cards make it super easy to gather and export all your purchases in an Excel file. The Chase cards that I predominantly use even categorizes the spending for me, and lets the user compare year to year. That’s how I was easily able to know that I successfully spent thousands less money (2024 compared to 2023) on Amazon.

I think it’s valuable to know the big picture of where my money went, so that I can intuitively plan for the new year. Performing the audit (if you will) was how I found out I only filled up my BMW M2 a total of twelve times. For a car that goes 200 miles before the gas light comes on (which is to say: pathetic), that means I did very little driving in 2024. I endeavor to accumulate a lot more miles in 2025. To pay for that extra gas, the amount of money not spent on books should cover a good chunk of it!

A surprise spend of last year was food delivery. How it can add up to so many hundreds of dollars, even though I’ve only ordered seven times. Those fees and tips really add up to already inflated food prices. This year there will be zero food delivery orders, unless I am so unfortunate to become incapacitated.

Spend wisely, my friends.

The Christmas ideal

As a first-generation Chinese immigrant of poverty (I think the incoming administration wants to ban people like our family from coming here), Christmas was never a thing. Firstly, it was not in our culture back then. Of course the corporations have managed to commercialized it in China now, so even my relatives over there wishes each other Merry Christmas on WeChat. I’m happy for the children, who get presents.

Secondly, our family was too poor to afford Christmas. Presents? Just be happy father is able to make enough per month to put food on the table. Contrarily, I don’t remember being jealous of fellow kids talking about presents and trips over the Christmas holidays. Granted, social media was not yet invented. I wasn’t able to see on TikTok how millions of other kids live so luckily and lavishly. Envy only materializes when you have something to compare to.

Because of this upbringing, Christmas is merely another day off for me. Which is just fine: I don’t have the financial burden that other people experience during the holidays. All the presents and wrapping materials cost money! Imagine going into credit card debt to fund a holiday deemed necessary by the cultural milieu. Imagine if your kids were never taught the expectations of Christmas presents.

It’s all rather wasteful, too. As we grow older, we come to truly know what we like and don’t like. That makes gift giving difficult because it’s rather easy to buy a thing that others accept out of politeness, but in truth it’s yet another piece of trash clogging up precious space at home. So you either have to toss it or donate it, and that takes time out of your days off. Never mind the decorations and packaging and go straight to (hopefully) recycling.

My ideal of a Christmas: hang out and eat. No presents, no over-the-top presentations.