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

No burgers for you

Word on the street is that sole In-N-Out burger location in Oakland is closing down. Not because that location isn't making money, but because that location has high crime. I get it: no amount of profit is worth it if your employees and customers aren't safe (or don't feel safe). The staff persons standing outside taking orders for the drive-thru lane must have PTSD from witnessing all the car break-ins. If it's anything like our local Target, the self-serve soda machines at that In-N-Out must be chaos. If you know, you know.

What I am not reading underneath the calls for 'the community to come together to address the issues' - whatever that means - is any concrete methods to deter crime, to stop and hold criminals accountable. In-N-Out management literally told us what the problem is - crime, and yet all people can say is we must come together, that city government must come together. Stop it. Stop the rampant crime from happening, so that people who work and visit that area feel safe.

Our local H Mart supermarket immediately implemented a phalanx of security guards (on electric golf carts, interestingly) on patrol, after a rash of vehicle break-ins in the parking lot. There's security at the front door checking receipts, too. While it is sad that in a first-world society we need such visual deterrents to crime, but at the very least, I feel safe whenever I visit that H Mart. Same with the local mall, where there's security at entrances to stores with high-priced items.

If on top of that, the municipal governments can arrest and prosecute the criminals, I think we'll be just fine moving forward. Because not everyone has the monetary power to hire private security. Let's not wait until bustling strip malls and thoroughfares all become empty ghost towns before the right thing is done.

Sunny afternoon.

Parenting is hard

It is the start of the Spring 2024 semester on campus. Nice to see a bustling campus once more, though the only downside is the bathrooms will certainly be dirtier. The flu and cold virus is also going around, so we've got to protect ourselves the best we can. Wash or sanitize your hands often, and try not to touch your face. Even post COVID pandemic, people can’t seem to stay home when they are sick. Supposedly, the area around the eyes are potently vulnerable entry points for viruses.

Was there a chance the Spring semester was going to be delayed? The CFA - the union representing faculty and librarians - were on strike just last week. But on that Tuesday, the two sides came to a tentative agreement. CFA basically got the same deal as we, the employees union - got: five percent raises last fiscal and this fiscal year. Equality is great, isn't it? (The CFA was asking for more.)

Also included in the new contract is an increase of paid parental leave from the current six weeks to 10 weeks. As a housemate to two new parents with five months-old twin boys, I must say parents deserve all the time off they can get from their employers. Parenting is truly another job onto itself. It's not like folks on parental leave are at home playing videos games. In fact, some are happy to return to work, partly to escape the baby responsibilities for just a few precious hours. (Who knew that eating an entire lunch undisturbed can be so precious?)

Anything to encourage and incentivize people to have babies should be pursued. The education industry - the one I am employed by - is predicated on having an endless supply of replacement pupils, year after year. If the population is having fewer babies, then that supply will naturally dwindle. And with it the future stability of this job. So in a totally self-servicing way: good for the CFA in getting an increase in parental leave!

The marshmallow test.

I'm going to miss it

While I am extremely happy the San Francisco 49ers made the Super Bowl, I am extremely sad that I will miss the big party. Because I am due to fly out to Guangzhou, China at the end of this week, and scheduled to return after a fortnight. Indeed I will be at the opposite end of the globe whilst friends gather here in the States to cheer on our local team. The fear of missing out is incredibly strong right now.

It will be early morning in Guangzhou - the Monday after - when the Super Bowl is happening in Las Vegas on Sunday afternoon, February 11th. As far as I know, American football is not big at all in China. Finding an establishment over there showing the game will probably be impossible. Especially not during that hour of a work day. Perhaps there's some die-hard NFL fans (dozens of them!) in Guangzhou doing a viewing party? Or maybe the NFL is blocked wholesale over there. Because, you know, too much western values. (Huge American flag and military planes flying over.)

I got to find a way to watch it somehow. Hint hint, wink wink.

Funny enough, the last time San Francisco was in the Super Bowl, it was back in February 2020. That was just before the COVID-19 pandemic effectively shut everything down worldwide. The opponent in Miami then is the same as it is now in Las Vegas: the Kansas City Chiefs. Sports can be coincidentally weird that way. It is going to take the maximum best effort on the 49ers to beat Patrick Mahomes, who is well on his way to becoming the greatest quarterback of all time. He will be playing in his fourth Super Bowl in the past five seasons.

I think Patrick should be kind and let the 49ers have one. Please.

If you steal my sunshine.

Food for thought

The tricky thing about ordering Chipotle online for pickup is that the amount of food you receive varies wildly - for the same order. You’re obviously not there in person to watch the worker build the burrito bowl. The physical presence does something psychological: the worker can’t be too stingy to the live customer without risking potential wrath. You’d better give me the proper amounts, or I’m going to say something not nice!

There’s also the factor of them not knowing your entire order beforehand, whereas ordering online, the entire ingredient list is on the printout. The bowl (or tortilla) is the same size, right? So if me the worker knows exactly what needs to go into it, I can apportion appropriately as I please. For a live customer, I have no idea if they’re going to want to add guacamole in the end (always pay for extra guac). I can only fill each ingredient as the customer dictates.

This is a problem only at Chipotle. I expect the same McChicken no matter if I order at the a restaurant, or through the McDonald’s app.

If I wanted to maximize the amount of food possible, I would order in person every time. However, I tend to get Chipotle after working out (the best/easiest way to hit your macros, non cooking for yourself division). For expediency of getting to eating as quickly as possible, I order through the Chipotle app for pickup. Therefore I leave in the hands of the Chipotle gods how much food I get in each bowl. Some days it’s a bonus, and others I can make legitimate claim of getting ripped off.

What’s most important is feeding the body after strenuous workouts. A Chipotle bowl is just about perfectly filled with protein, carbohydrates, and fats. Sodium is a bit on the high side, typical of restaurant food, but post-workout you kind of need the extra bit of sodium - as electrolytes - fed back in anyways.

Smashing.

Do the work

One thing I don’t see talked about in the ‘how to get better sleep’ discussion is the importance of a good day’s work. I don't know about you, but when my day is full of action and getting things done, the satisfaction at the end acts as sweet melatonin. Also helping is that I tend to be more tired, compared to, say, laying on the couch all day. Kind of like how on the days that I workout, those nights I sleep extra well.

Procrastination is only a salve for the moment. The future you will most certainly be happier the current you just did the thing already. No one ever regrets doing the stuff they are supposed to do “early”. Damn it! I should have washed my car today instead of yesterday! More importantly, it contributes to better sleep because I’m not thinking about what I still have to do tomorrow. It’s already done.

Often times when I go to fast food restaurants, I would see workers at the end of their shift leaving. The sense of relieving joy on their faces can be readily seen. They’ve just done a shift of endlessly supplying food to paying customers, on their feet the entire time. Now they get to switch off and relax, and not have to think about work at all until the next day. Can you - with your six figure job - switch off your work brain so cleanly? I think not.

It’s really about putting in the work. Those fast food workers can’t slack off like us white-collar folks can (often on Slack). Many hours are not being lost to Internet browsing. At the end of a work-day, they are tired (it’s hard labor for sure), but they can be satisfied with the output. And I bet they sleep well at night too, the stresses from minimum wage pay notwithstanding.

For you.

Roast duck is how much!?

Hypothetical: if you were on death row, what would you choose as your last meal? (Also: what crime did you commit?) Easy decision for me. It’s got to be fried chicken. Funny enough, I actually don’t often eat fried chicken, given its problematic nutritional value. But when I do, it’s got to be KFC. That’s right, I don’t need anything fancier.

A close second to fried chicken would be roast duck. I loved roast duck when I was a kid. Anytime my parents bring home from a Hong Kong restaurant an entire roast duck, that dinner was special. I loved it so much that I vowed to buy and eat a whole one myself, when I become an income-earning adult.

Also funny enough, not once have I bought a whole roast duck and ate it by myself in one sitting. Similar to fried chicken, the nutritional value of roast duck is… not the best. These sort of fattening cheat foods are best reserve for just a few times year. Even though I’ve got enough money to buy all the fried chicken I want. That my friends is called self control.

This past Sunday I was at a Hong Kong restaurant for breakfast (I love porridge). Hanging near the window into the kitchen is the requisite BBQ selection. And then I saw the shocking price for a whole roast duck: $34! There’s inflation, and then there’s inflation. The current price for roast duck is the latter. I can remember a time not long ago it was half the price I saw. Are people still buying these days? I surely would hesitate, or buy way less often.

Things are not great in fried chicken land, either. $20 won’t even buy you a bucket of chicken at KFC. As of this writing, $23 only gets you eight pieces.

Good thing I seldom eat these two food items!

Ride into the danger zone.

13 miles from home

New year, new challenge. Word on the street is the annual Giant Race in 2024 will mark the return of the half-marathon. That race distance has been absent from the event since the pandemic years. I was disappointed in 2023 to see its continued absence, having done the 10K in 2022 and ready for something slightly more challenging. Better late than never: 2024 will be the year I challenge myself to run a half-marathon.

And then that would be it. I have no desire to run a full marathon after that (sorry, SF Marathon). Spending many hours to run 26 miles doesn’t spark any joy in me whatsoever (hashtag Kondo). And the training required would be detrimental to my set schedule. I would have to run almost every single day of the week, at about five miles per run. To prepare for such a long distance, it’s all about getting enough cumulative mileage - you don’t really run marathons to prepare for a marathon. Speed and intensity is secondary.

Training for the half-marathon entails a similar program. I’m going to be running at least 10 miles a week, every week leading up to the event. That is way less onerous of a time commitment, since I already run a little over four miles every weekend. I think I will simply add another day of running to accumulate the necessary mileage.

I am excited to finally tick running a half-marathon off my list. Let’s get it.

Season of protection.