Pay It Forward – the book

Make sure to watch the debate tonight. It’s bound to be interesting. I’m not eligible to vote and I’ll be watching.

Last night, I stayed up late and finished Pay it Forward. I started it at 2pm yesterday and was done the same day, which must mean some positive things about the book. The interesting thing is that I didn’t really enjoy the way the book was written and organized. I didn’t like the jumping of viewpoints amongst several characters and I didn’t like that she switched from 1st Person to 3rd and back. But the story was engrossing, at least for me. The idea that you can change the world is always a good topic of discussion for me.

I love the rush of reading a book all day long cause I can’t possibly put it down. Especially when it’s not pure trash. .

3 days till I go home! Yeeeaaaaay!

Class Thoughs

Lots of thoughts today. I had a long day, starting with a 10am Art History class, moving on to a Japanese class, a chat with a Columbia Deaf Education professor, and ending with a Novel Writing class.

In the morning class, two interesting things came up. One was the use of the word “primitive.” Whatever the initial intentions, the word has evolved to have pejorative meanings. And, in this side of the world, is often used in conjunction with African Art and the likes of such. We were discussing how that’s really a matter of judging and bias and prejudice and a student mentioned that it could also just be a means to categorize and asked what a more appropriate word would be. The teacher suggested primary as an alternative. It’s interesting, to me, how we can easily refer to other culture’s traditions, artwork, products as primitive without noticing that we’re judging them with our word choices.

The other topic of discussion that I noted to mention was about walking through a museum. A student asked the teacher if he knew any tricks about how to view an exhibition. The teacher said that in the cases of a special exhibition (which draws a larger crowd since those are only around for a limited time) it’s a good idea to start from the end. This way you get to avoid the crowds and to look at things in a different perspective. He also advised looking at pieces which weren’t surrounded by crowds. Paying attention to what others avoided. We also talked about whether people like or dislike listening to the audio information (which is available at some museums and it gives you detailed information about the piece, mentioning it’s period and other historical facts). How do you like to visit a museum? Do you like people to tell you what the pieces mean or do you like to not know anything and just feel them?

During my novel writing class, an interesting discussion surrounded the topic of dislikable characters. Would you read a book that had a protagonist you really hated? One that was truly evil? One that was immature? Why? What makes you come back and look for more? Are you only interested in characters you can relate to? All interesting questions for an author.

I also noticed how I think about my novel all the time, unconsciously. As I was explaining my plotline and setting to another student in the class, I noticed that I was saying things that were new to me. It was as if I had figured out the purpose and the tone of the novel without realizing it. It seems I think about it even when I don’t realize it. Why else would all these ideas roll of my tongue on the spur of the moment?

Before?

Rabbit!

Oh and before the day ends, Rabbit Rabbit.

Banner

I finally finished Driving Mr. Albert. For some reason, the book took me forever to finish, I could never read more than a few pages at a time. The book had some historical facts about Einstein, some interesting travelogue pieces and a few emotional musings. Overall, I think it was a worthwhile read, but I’m glad I took it out from the library.

This glassdog banner is, by far, one of the greatest personal banners I’ve ever seen. It’s the small white one at the bottom of the page. It’s really funnie.

Before?

SATs and TMJ

Last night, we saw The House of Yes. A very weird movie starring the likes of Parker Posey, Tori Spelling and Freddie Prinze Jr. I’ve been thinking about since last night and I still haven’t come to a conclusion on whether I liked it or not. I guess that proves it was interesting at least.

Last March, on a trip from New York to Japan, my ears suddenly started making clicking sounds when I swallowed. After several Japanese and American doctors and six months, we still don’t know the actual cause of the sounds. The big theory is TMJ since I actively grind my teeth in my sleep. Then again, I’ve been grinding since I was 3 so I’m not sure why the injury would pop up after so many years. All I know is that it’s painful and really, really annoying.

If you ever took the SATs and scored low you should read this week’s Slate diary. Brendan Mernin, a tutor with the Princeton Review for the last 11 years, talks about his adventures in tutoring. The fact that the SATs don’t really prove any level of intelligence is no revelation to anyone who has even glimpsed at an exam, but Brendan’s tales are really neat to read. My favorite part is the very end and I quote:

“The story students tell more than any other is the one about the friend who scored a perfect 1600, even though he got drunk the night before. I’m sure you know him. So many people do. Who is he? (It’s always a he.) He’s a genius, they say. I haven’t yet met him, but I can say this: Whoever he is, he’s not necessarily who you want to be.”

Fixed

Bye Bye More Than Words. Since no one seemed interested in the lyrics and neither was I, I decided to stop doing them. Lemme know if you think otherwise.

Thoughts
Last night, I got spam about voting in the upcoming presidential election. Obviously, these spam people didn’t do their homework correctly. What’s point of sending that email to a foreigner?

On the way home last night, what I’d done wrong with my bio page hit me and I fixed it. It loads much quicker now. Apologies for being so stupid before.

Can You Change The World

Reading the latest long discussion threads in MetaFilter and then reading this and this made me think, so I decided to share my two cents.

I agree with Stewart that, for the most part, today’s problems are less severe than the past’s. Reading it made me thing of the wheel-thing in Disneyworld where as it moves from the 60s to the 70s and so on, everyone sings about how they’re living in the best of times. (For those of you who’ve never seen this, I will try to find a link.) While there are still a lot of issues to resolve, there are many improvements that have already been made and the past is and has been far from perfect.

I also sympathize with Matt‘s frustration but have a slightly different perspective on the issue. I’ve been lucky enough to come from a well-to-do background. My parents could afford to offer me many luxuries that others didn’t have. I managed to come to the United States cause they could afford to send me to college without a scholarship, which is truly difficult to get as a foreigner with my kind of background. I tried hard not to take advantage of the situation and worked hard during college to receive both my Bachelors and Masters simultaneously to make sure their sacrifices weren’t for nothing.

Since I was seven, I wanted to be a computer programmer. I didn’t even know enough about the machines to make an educated decision but I wanted it anyhow. So I went to a school known for its good computer science program and studied hard. I graduated and took a job in the field and I should have been happy cause I’d achieved my lifelong goal, right? Well, several months ago, I decided that I wasn’t doing enough good for the world. Instead of spending my days in a cubicle, I wanted to go out there and touch people, change people’s lives, make the world a better place.

While I agree with Matt that there’s so much to change and that it’s an unreasonable goal to set, I have a slightly differing view on what constitutes as change. All of us would agree that finding a cure for cancer would be a drastic improvement to humankind. A cure for any major disease would be a huge accomplishment. I know that it’s unlikely I will find that cure. Actually, it’s impossible since I’m not even trying to. I have the highest respect for those who are and I’m thankful for people like that in the world, for without the people who try to achieve these unreasonable goals, we would never move forward in big strides.

What I can do, however, is make small strides. It’s unlikely that I can change a million people’s lives, but it’s not only possible, but highly plausible that I can change one person’s life. I might even be able to change five people’s lives, or maybe thirty. Even more. I feel that, if I’ve made one person’s life truly better, my life has been worthwhile. I know that’s an optimistic look on things but all great things start with a small step. What if you helped some kid decide to go to school and he grew up to be the man who found a cure for cancer? Would you, then, think your life had a meaning?

In an effort to make my life more meaningful, I decided to reduce my work to three days a week and use the other two to volunteer. Have I saved the world? Nope, nowhere close. Have I made a drastic change? Not, yet, but I plan to and I’m hanging on to the belief that I can.

I’m not saying that everyone should care to change the world, neither am I saying that it would be easy to do so. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t undermine the importance of a small change. You might not have the power to rid the world of all bigoted people, but you do have the opportunity to educate the two or three that might be at close proximity to your surroundings.

All this talk makes me think of two quotations I like by two amazing people. The first is a well-known saying by Ralph Waldo Emerson. “To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a little better; whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is the meaning of success.” Again, maybe it’s an optimistic view, but I believe it.

The second by George Bernard Shaw, says: “Reasonable people adapt themselves to the world. Unreasonable people attempt to adapt the world to themselves. All progress, therefore, depends on unreasonable people.” All I can say to that one is that I strive to be unreasonable and I hope you all do the same.

Looking back at all my words above, I wonder why I even bothered to write all this. I guess the main reason is that when I read pieces like Matt’s I get saddened by people’s loss of hope. Yes, there’s a lot of work to be done but please don’t be sad that you’re one of the rare people who think about improving the world. The world might never reach your ideal and it might be true that few things will change in your lifetime but if we stop being unreasonable and trying, even those small changes will not happen. The world needs as many ‘unreasonable people’ as possible.

I’m glad that Matt says he won’t stop trying and I hope all the other disillusioned souls out there feel similarly cause if everyone stops trying, how will progress ever be made?

My apologies to Matt and Stewart if I’ve misinterpreted any of their words. I don’t know either of them personally or otherwise. I certainly didn’t have the intention of making it seem like they might have said something that they didn’t. And if I have, please feel free to let me know and I will make all the necessary changes.

Another set of apologies for having such a long post, I will try to move this to a page of its own.

Kitty

I’m really a dog-person but I also love cats. How can anyone look at this and not love it? Actually, I’m an animal-person. I love all animals. Except cockroaches.

Wanna read yesterday’s?

Gym

More Than Words
Yesterday’s lyric, “And if you said this life ain’t good enough, I would give my world to lift you up.” is from Smooth by Rob Thomas and Santana.

Here’s today’s lyric: “You want a part of me? Well I’m not selling cheap.”

Know the source? Hate these lyrics? Have better suggestions?

Goody Links
If you’re into books, and I am if you haven’t guessed so far, you’ll enjoy the mp3lit page with lots of mp3s on books read by their authors. While it is hard to navigate and it’s still missing most of my favorite authors, I did enjoy listening to Kurt Vonnegut and Anthony Burgess. They also have poetry and non-fiction. Thanks go to megnut for this link. Go listen to some books!

Thoughts
For the last three months, I’ve been going to the gym here at work. I’ve never been a shower-in-public person. I don’t feel comfortable being naked around other people. To be totally honest, I don’t even feel comfortable being naked alone. I’m sure many people would say that it means I am oppressed and have issues. Most likely, they’re right. I always told myself that if I can get rid of the weight I gained during college, I can be at peace with my body once again, but I’m not even sure that’s true. While I’d finally be more comfortable, I still don’t think I can prance around naked in a room full of other people, even if they are all members of my gender. Maybe I should have gone to burning man, it might have freed me. It’s really not possible for me not to be self-conscious. If anyone has any good suggestions, I’m all ears.

One of the greatest things about sleeping in the same bed with a male is that men are walking heaters. As I lay in bed, shivering, I feel utterly thankful for the heat Jake’s body gives off. I’m sure there’s a scientific explanation for why men are much warmer than women. While I look into the matter, I’m gonna keep enjoying my personal heater.

Some people have differing thoughts about the TiVo Giveaway. I think it’s perfectly fine not to enter. I already wanted one. I can’t function without the TV on, so it’d be good to have the shows I enjoy instead of most of the crap I end up having to watch.

Oh, and, Happy New Year.

Exactly one week from today, I’m flying home. Hooray!

Death

More Than Words
Yesterday’s lyric, “Trying to make some sense of it all, but I can see that it makes no sense at all” is from Stuck in the middle with you by Stealers Wheel.

Here’s today’s: “And if you said this life ain’t good enough, I would give my world to lift you up.”

Know the source? Mail me.

Have suggestions?

Goody Links
I usually don’t link to anything that’s already mentioned in MetaFilter but I’ve talked about these cows before, so I figure it’s fair that I let you know that amazon’s auctioning them tomorrow.

Openletters has a new letter everyday. I’ve enjoyed quite a few of them. The conversation with the most popular girl in school was one of my favorites.

Thoughts
It’s amazing how short life is. It’s also sad that we only think about how short life is when someone dies suddenly. While I don’t necessarily subscribe to the “be thankful you have arms and legs” mantra that most parents preach to their children, I do think that it’s not a good idea to spend too much time being upset over things. (Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful that I have arms and legs. I am thankful for much more than that. But every time something makes me sad, I can’t just smile cause I have all my limbs. Sometimes, I want to be sad and look up at the people who have more than I do, not less.) Life really is too short. If you’re in a job you don’t like, get out of it. Or at least start thinking seriously about how you can get out of it. If you have friends who make you sad or angry more often than happy, they’re not your friends. If something isn’t working out for you, then change it. Believe me, you can. I just think that most people are too lazy to make their life into what they wish it could be. Days pass so quickly and as Derek put so wonderfully: “I think that you only get one go at this life, and it’s up to you to make sure you leave a story worth telling.”

Sorry about the little preaching session. Someone I met a month ago, died today and I just realized, once more, that life is too short. I wish it didn’t take such tragedy to knock some sense into me.

I would lie if I said I read his page but I do think this is truly well-said. I would give credit to the source of my link but I read it in several places and I can’t remember which one was first.

Won TiVo

I won a TiVo, too. Ordinarily, I’d think this is an amazing thing, but it seems the competition is really a giveaway disguised as a competition. I would link my entry but I don’t even think I saved a copy, it was that lame. Oh well, I own one now. If you wanna read the essays of others, here’s a bunch.

Empty Nest

More Than Words
Yesterday’s lyric: “I just don’t understand how you can smile with all those tears in your eyes.” was from Everclear’s Wonderful.

Here’s today’s lyric: “Trying to make some sense of it all, but I can see that it makes no sense at all.”

Know the source? Mail me.

Have suggestions?

Goody Links
I can’t imagine there’s anyone who reads my page and doesn’t read MetaFilter, but I figured I should mention it anyhow. Since I read it often, I don’t repost the links on my page. If you want neat links with interesting discussions, check it out.

If you want food for thought, checkout inequality.org. It’s a site created by a bunch of journalists, writers and researchers. It’s nonprofit and tries to cover information that isn’t widely covered by the media. I also like their quotes.

Thoughts
Last night, Jake was away recruiting in Baltimore and the house didn’t feel the same to me. Most nights, at least one of us comes home really late so that we don’t get to spend a lot of time together, but when I wake up in the middle of the night, he’s always there, sleeping. Knowing that gives me a level of comfort that I just came to take for granted.