Report from Life

RFL is my personal blog about my life in New York City. I blog to share my stories with friends.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Anti-robot. Quasi-

Freelancers Union often posted their posters on NYC subways. Their symbol is a bee hive surrounded by three bees.
Being a freelancer means busy not just working, but busy changing jobs too. I cannot say how many times I have changed employer in the past few years. I changed my employment yet again. I do not always have something lined up when employment takes a break, because I always feel the need to take a break myself. I am the opposite of a robot---I do not like working repetitively; I need to be entertained even at work. 

I do not even want to remember what I did at the last job. I think I forgot already. I am only glad I do not have to work there for too long. It is like going to bathroom --- it is okay to be there for a little bit, but not too long. Life is out there, not in there.

I will never ever work for a southern Chinese company again, Cantonese or otherwise. I do not like their way of living, working, talking, thinking. There is no way around it for me. I think it is personal. Why am I even mentioning them, for they are not even worth mentioning. I know I am seemingly generalizing, but it is fair to say at least some Chinese are very shamefully annoying. Chinese is a overly large group of people of all sorts. Unfortunately they were horribly represented in America. Tragically horrible --- slave jobs, tax evasion, dirty floors, ugly accent, worship of money, yelling and screaming, and many more. 

The point is, I am fed up. 

Would it be discrimination to say I am not like them? 

I am ethnically northern Chinese. My family is from the middle of the Middle Nation. Middle Nation is the literal name of China since 1911. 

But in America there is no community of middle Chinese. Most East Asian here are south coast Chinese, Taiwanese, Koreans. 

Most of my friends are not Asians. 

I am Asian, but I am not like Asian.  





Sunday, September 11, 2011

10 year anniversary of 9.11.2001




   Today is 9.11.2011, 10 years anniversary of the infamous attack. Right now, I am wearing jeans for the first time since summer begun. I just came back from the Ground Zero wearing shirt and shorts, and I felt the wind getting too cold for my skin. I am going back there later tonight with Victor, a friend of mine I met at Ground Zero after Bin Laden was wiped out.

   Do you remember where you were 10 years ago?

   People of older enough remember where and what were they doing when John Kennedy was shot.

   I remember I was driving on the freeway, near my home to go to my morning class in Hayward, California. I was enrolled in the Interdisciplinary Studies of Letters and Science program, consisted of long lectures in the morning and discussion in the afternoon.

   There is a 3 hour time difference between New York and California. When I woke up the news was already out. I found out about it in my car, driving, turning on NPR, my usual channel. I was shocked but school would go on and I needed to hear what my professors have to say in the lecture.

   Mr.Albert, the oldest of the four professors in the program was the lecturer. Even he, at the edge of retirement, an ex-special force, a UC Berkeley graduate, who grew up in Up State New York, had not prepared to give a speech for such an event. Albert was commenting in a calm manner, but the emotions were surging among some students. Some students were angry, others were pleading guilty on behalf of the nation, and the rest seem to be in denial. At least it looked like denial when you were too shocked to say anything thoughtful.

   The beautiful morning view of the freeway 13 in front of my old 1988 Honda Accord's wind shield, and the classroom where Mr.Albert stood and tried to make short comments were the only two moments I could remember on that day.

  California is a liberal state where most people are not as angry as from the mid west. In one of my UC Berkeley classes, two young White students who said 9.11 needed to happen so Americans would wake up to their wrong-doings. I did not like their statement, neither did it come true in a public way. Most TV stations and newspapers still consist that Americans have never done anything wrong to deserve such attack.

  A few people have asked about my opinion about 9.11, and I never had much to say. It is too over-whelming.

   A friend of mine said she cried on that 9.11---she said she cried when she saw a man jumped out of a window. I think that sums up what 9.11 is to me. It is a sense of lost innocence.

   I never thought that I would come to live in New York when I was watching the burning towers on TV. Towers have often represented military power in history. The sacking of the twin power ushered in this new era to our time. It put New York back to the map, to be the frontier, the fortress. But I prefer it to be just another city where peace and love reign. I will do my part.

  Tonight, let us honor the dead.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Barbara Yung --- rediscover her, my childhood star.

  It has been a hard work day for me today. So when I came home my mind was pretty blinded.
  For some strange reason, maybe a sense of nostalgia, I thought of an actress that as kid I used to watch on TV.
  Her name in English is Barbar Yung, her Chinese name is Mei-ling.
  She was the main character in the famous Hong Kong period TV drama "The legend of condor heros". A story about a Han Chinese grew in Genghis Khan's Mongolia, returned to China and tried to help the Sung Dynasty. The character she played was the witty girl who was in love with that hero and helped him along the way. It was very long TV series, and one of the best ever came out from Hong Kong if not the best.
   I had to admit that I am not a Hong Kong commercialized TV or movie fan anyway. But when I was a kid and when they dubbed everything into Mandarin Chinese, I did enjoy a great deal.
   I still remember vividly Wong Mei-ling (Wong in Mandarin) in her period customs. She looked well and very, very charming. I think she is the most charming character ever on TV, to me, at least, and probably to many others too.
   Maybe I thought of her because I was nostalgic of my childhood, maybe it was the charm that I missed in those serious working days.
 Anyhow after a shower and feeling settled down, I googled her up. At first all I found were people's facebook accounts, etc, people share the Meiling name. I tried to put "-" as in Mei-ling, and it worked --- I found her Wikipedia page, which led me to discover her life and her past relationship in England.
   I really did not know much about her, except that she died of carbon-monoxide sucide from disappointment in life at the prime of her act career.
  According to Wiki, her death was a mystery as there is no confirmed reason except rumors. I found out she was 26 at that time.

  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara_Yung


 Most importantly thing to me however, is that I realized the reasons she was so charming. She actually lived in England for long period of time. I could relate to that experience as I moved with my mother across the continent, leaving behind friends.

The English life style, like southern California, is very relaxed. People know how to have fun and enjoy life. Barbara embodied that, and it was completely shown in her acting.

What even amazed me more, was that when I looked for her on Youtube, I found picture slide shows taked from her old boyfriend in England whom she went to school with. It daunted on me that she had a completely different life than most people who watched on TV before her career on acting. That is why she was such a star---her charm was a life of only child having to cope with a new environment and keeping the innocence while coming in age. That type of charm can become so ingrained in a person that it masks other hidden feelings.

http://www.barbarayung.nl/index.php?option=com_content&view=section&id=7&Itemid=67

Rob, her boyfriend in England, has this website dedicated to her. On there he shared his memories.

It is an excellent webpage, and a great discover for me. I have not read through it yet. It already made my evening.











Saturday, September 3, 2011

Renaissance Fair was more than fair---it was awesome!



It's been a few weeks since I last blogged. Why did it take a long time to blog again? Well, I started working again. It should feel good, right? I mean, working is making money, however little that is, still better than not earning for a living. Here is the thing though---how much do a person have to make to be making a living.
I honestly don't think American small businesses pay their workers any thing they deserve. Often the hardest workers get little pay, unless they work for the government, in which case they are taken care of most of time.
I know I am whining, but that's because I am a mild proletariat revolutionary. Okay, that is an exaggeration, but you get my point.
I don't want to talk about politics now; it is a year away---more than an eternity in politics.
I do want to talk what I did this summer so far before I completely forget:
Start from last weekend, we went to the Renaissance Fair in Tuxedo, NY, one a hour and a half from the city. I went with my Lutheran buddies---Dan, Kelly, Kate, Kelly's friend Missy.
Kelly drove the rented minivan. First thing on the road I noticed Interstate 80---it is the interstate that starts from one coast to another coast, east to west, the whole 3000 miles. I used to drive on it all the time in California Berkeley. I almost felt home sick. Oh boy.
We knew in advance that it was going to rain that day. For that reason, Kristine even canceled her trip with us. But the rest of the us braved on---I am glad we did, we had a lot of fun:
I have never been to Renaissance Fair, though I have heard of friends talked about their experience in it. It was really better than I thought. Tuxedo actually has the better RF than some other places, I heard from Missy, and it was really so nice to me, very calm and yet exciting. I guess folks in the middle ages were quite like that, you know, without TVs, radios, cars, etc, just idyllic, rustic, country life.
I saw so many things; too many to list one by one. People were dressed in their funny medieval/pirate addresses. (Why they dress their pirate suits? Beats me but I adventure to say those were left-over dresses from some Halloween.) We did dress up, we were not that serious about this event but if we ever go there again maybe I will suggest that we do bring some customs to make it more fun.
I am watching College Football USC playing Minnesota as I am typing. It's the Labor Day weekend, and I have worked pretty hard in the past few weeks. I want to type it down before I forget---sometimes work can get to you, make you forget about fun things. So watch out I'd better.
I think they were getting some falafels---yes falafels in the Renaissance. To make my Renaissance experience more authentic, I decided not to eat that or hot dogs.
USC just scored the first touch down.
Back to the story, okay while they were waiting in line to get food, I went across to the leather shop for some window shopping. Nothing was on sale, well everything was hand-crafted, including wrist guards, mug holder, quiver, chest plate. I tried the wrist guards. But I realized I don't have a sword or a bow to go with it. Later in the day I would get a bow as a souvenir.
We went the glass blowing shop after that. Kate was lost for a second, Kelly had to make a call. They were glad to have cellphones in our fake Renaissance time.
I hadn't seen how they make glass that way, not the whole process at least. It was actually a half-hour work, involving several trips taking the glass in and out of the furnace. You can probably find the correct and detailed information on how to make blown glasses on line, so I won't get into it here. What surprised me were:

1, you don't blow the glass that much, you spin it.
2, you can add color during the process by crumming it dye crystals.
3, you add the buttom of the glass in the end.
4. glass opening can be very small until the end.

Next, to the...uh, I forgot where we went. I think we stroke along the Renaissance park, or kingdom. We walked passed a purple-roped wizard, complete with pointed hood and stars patterns, reading someone's palm; investigated a zoo keeper with a small California King snake on him. I stroke the King snake. As I did so the zoo keeper said that King snakes are immune to other snakes' venom and which allow them to eat them...wow!

Next Kelly and Missy got themselves some dessert. I went around and found a hat shop, saw a suede leather archer's hat and decided to collect it---it was beautiful with the long feather on. I am a Robin Hood fan---one of the original proletariat heros before they were called that.

I caught up with the gang; they were drinking in the beer garden. "A cherry wheat Sam Admas please." I said to the bartender in his long dress.


We were talking and waiting for the chess game show to start. While we sat and talked, the bangs started their show in the back. One of the bands was a royal band---the Queens was among them.

All was good when music was on.

On our way to the chess game, I saw a tomato throwing ground. You can buy tomatos and throw at the guy on the other end hiding behind a wall except his head.
We also saw birds in cages---an owl, a vulture, a hawk. There was also a big cage of white parrots/macaws.

The chess game was not a chess game, instead it was a theatrical play and staged sword fightings, which was fun and entertaining for everyone. But it was longer show than we had time for it as it turned out--- I thought that baby boy sitting behind me was kicking my back as he did earlier and it was Kelly poking me with her umbrella signaling retreat. I thought I was killed by the kid.

We came across a little bridge over a beautiful pond. Over at the foothill of the forest was the knife-throwing show. The two knife throwers are pretty funny. A father and a son supposedly. The father of course sacrifices himself by being the target. The son did not disappoint! I hope they will never ever miss. Now I think about it, William Tell had to shoot an apple over his son according to the legend. Now it is the reverse, and funny.

What next?

The final game was the jolting knights. To save the best for last we had to wait until the end of the day. I went around the swords shop. They had a beautiful Holly Roman Empire theme-colored broad sword---red, gold, and black. When I have extra money one day I will hang one on my wall, to ward off evil spirits, according to Chinese folk traditions.

Dan had to pull me out of the shop.

As we all sat down on the bleacher to wait for the jolting to start in...half hour/eternity, the rain started to came down. Umbrellas were up, no problem; temperature still good, no complains.

But the knights were soaked when they finally came out of the castle. I guess getting wet was not the first thing you would worry about if you were getting jar in the front with a spike by a knight galloping on a horse.

There were total of of 4 knights I think, could be more since there several rounds of jolting. I saw the wood chips from the disintegrated spikes the flying off in the air. After a few rounds, the winner (Robin Hood) put down the rest. Just as the Queen was about to honor him, an uprising!
....if you want to know who won, you should go to the fair!

Friday, August 19, 2011

Summer I have been working, please wait for me.

It's been a good summer, a little faster than I would like it to be, but here in NY everything is quick. I have been trying to post some pictures and blog about what I did in summer. But since I got this job in Brooklyn I have been working for too long hours. I hardly have time to do anything else. So I will come around to blog retrospectively....!
Having said that, I am going to sleep now. 2:54am. I went to dinner with coworkers paid for by the boss's friend---very Chinese indeed.
I am calling it a night....

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Tips on job hunting. I wrote to my friends about ways to hunt for a job. Help yourself!

Preparation by writing cover letter and resume in a way that tell your story in concise and sincere words. It is easy to understand this, but very few people write personable and meaningful cover letters. Write cover-letter like writing to a good old friend, someone you are not trying to impress but simply to tell him or her what you have been doing in the recent past, what you have learned each time, what have you made you a better person and better worker, what would you plan to do in the future, what your dream since you were young and how that influenced your goal in life. The person would love to learn more from you, if you wrote in a intelligent way.
Your résumé is simply an extension of your cover letter. It is the middle part part of your master piece novel. Make it a book in one page, each paragraph is a chapter in your professional life. Never make it a dry laundry list, don't use bullet points, don't make it a standard résumé everyone else is using.
Put a small picture portrait on your résumé. You will stand out.
A good story filled, inspiring biography that happens to be your résumé will continue to keep your reader intrigued.
Now you can meet your reader in your interview, if there is no interview don't feel bad, since writing about yourself is something you enjoy anyway!
That's right---every job application deserves a fresh and unique cover letter and resume. It is the only way you can show your seriousness and dedication in applying for that job.
But to write such tailored-perfect cover letter and résumé requires research on the organization you are applying job to. Think of it as a college research paper---find out everything about that organization. Its history, founder, achievements, CEO bio, everything. Then relate yourself to your research of that organization.
By the time the interview comes, you are already prepared---most other applicants are not likely as prepared because chances are they didn't write about themselves that much, they didn't do a college paper research on that organization and they couldn't relate themselves to the organization, not as well as you did.
So in the interview, you already know what you are going to say, you know so much about information related to the organization, and you know yourself so well because you write about yourself so often.

Try this method.
Use your creativity and write it up! Don't forget your picture on résumé!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Steve Jobs commencement speech 2005 Stanford

just saw a twitter feed, and it is this---Steve Jobs' commencement speech in 2005 to Stanford grads. Now I have just started working back in the architecture/construction field last week. I hope this will be my major turn-a-round to do what I love to do. So here it is, "Find what you love to do".

Steve Jobs:
"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much."

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

"Despicable me" on Hudson River Pier 46--- I love the crowd!





  I and my housemate Eagle Lee went to see the Pixar's very heart-touching movie "Despicable me". I knew the movie from its trailers. But to see it for the first time was truly an enjoyable moment.
  We got by just when the movie started. All the space has been taken and conquered by an army of kids and their parents.
  So much for bringing the picnic blanket!  I thought to myself.
  We spent a few minutes scouting for a good spot to sit down, and finally I found a spot.
  Eagle told me, "I can't understand why people can't watch it on dvd, instead of coming to here."
  Obvious he was turned off by the big crowd.
  But I like the crowd....no----

  I love the crowd!
   

Ok you get the idea! I thrive in a social environment. I am a people person.
Oh I was falling love with this movie!
It's love at the first sight.
A sight that lasted 90 minutes!

Why do we make such beautiful movies?


So beautiful----it is from Utopia.

Do you have Utopia in you?

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Street Salsa! "Learn to Salsa---Change your life?" But I think it is addictive!


I like to dance. I haven't danced much recently. I took ballet and jazz dance classes in college, and I loved them.

But I have just learned Salsa can change your life! That's according to the organizer of street salsa on 14th street and 9th avenue. Every Thursdays from June till September, you can learn to salsa for free on the street---and there are dozens of dancers.

Some of them were good salsa dancer, really good. I was so impressed that I took a video of two dancers.





There is another place to go. Last Sunday night I went to the free salsa night at Sheraton Hotel on 160 west 25th. There is no class there, just dancing. I was impressed for the first time. Today the second time here on the street.

Salsa music is fun too. You have to like its warmness, the love of life, simple life.

I have a friend who used to live in Peru. He said he had stomach aches in Hong Kong where he grew up, after moving to Peru his sickness was healed. Because he became more relaxed over time, influenced by the local easy going culture. He said that people would be drinking beer all the time and fall asleep on the street afterwards---like all people who get drunk. Most people were poor in South America, but they find happiness in simple life. 


 

Crooner Jazz Vocal performance honoring WNYC's Jonathan Schwartz, River to river festival, Rockefeller Park

      
     This show was my first attendance at a long Crooner show. It was in Rockefeller Park by the Hudson. Having just rain-showed, the grass was wet---perfect for sitting down on my butt.
     
      I used to listen to Jonathan Schwartz DJing those vocal songs, including Sinatra and other contemporary singers on WNYC public radio. Listening live is a little bit more exciting. There were a lot of older audiance---which means peace and quiet. They were annoyed by a few kids running around, laughing out loud. But it is hard not to enjoy such a beautiful evening at the Hudson River.

    
     
      Concert ended at 9:30pm, time to head to meet up with my friend Thao at Verlaine's, problem was---where the heck is Thao. 

     "How come this bar has so many Asians?" 
 
     Whatever I did, I couldn't find Thao. So I headed home.

       Woke up this morning, saw a text messege, "OMG, U left? I was there, you didn't see me?" 

      It's hard to spot an Asian among Asians in the dark space.


      Last night I dreamed of my father. He came to visit me. He was shorter now, still 6 feet. Maybe he was getting older or I got bigger. But he was the same way---happy but caring. He was networking for my job

     He bought me a bus ticket for but didn't tell me where I was headed. I asked but he wouldn't answer. So I had to tell him if he doesn't tell me I won't go. He then said it is going to Connecticut! What?! I say, why??
He replied, "There are more Californians in Connectict than any other places."
  
    I thought, oh my god, is this his idea of networking?

    I woke up.






       

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Brooklyn Rider


       Last night I went to this River to River Festival event in Pace University to see this quartet called "Brooklyn Rider"---lo and behold, they were the best string quartet in terms of how much fun and creativity I had heard and seen.

      What attracted me in the first place was that they were part of the Yoyo Ma's Silk Road Project. Surely they blew me away with the quality of their show.

     They started with Mozart's "Quartet No.8 in F major, K. 168"---written when he was just 17. So that was classy and familiar.

    The next was of course Philip Glass' "Quarter No.2 "Company""---you could hardly miss Glass every time you listen to classical music in NYC.

    A teen boy sitting behind me complained to his mother about falling asleep listening to Glass.

   "Unidu" was their third piece. That's where the fun started. They had two additional performers joining in---one bass, another percussionist.

   If you know the Silk Road Project, it is tied to Asian music roots. This "Unidu" is  in Central Asian style. Written by Joao Gilberto, arranged by Colin Jacobsen.
 
   I love that mellow, winding, occasionally chanting sounds....

   Blue Grass was next, called "Sheriff's leid, Sheriff Freude".

   Kojiro Umezaki played solo Japanese pipe---a stunningly masculine instrument. The first pieced named "As if none of this ever happened..." It was written circa 1921 when Japan was devastated by an earth-quake, now re-dedicated to the latest one there. It was followed by two more separate pieces. One which he combined digitally synthesized sounds to his pipe called "Lullaby" by Itsuki. The third piece was a transitional back to the quartet, where everybody joined in.

   The funnest part of the show was the Gypsy pieces. I thoroughly enjoy Gypsy party string music!

   "Music of the Roma"
                  Doina Oltului (song of the river Olt)
  "Tchavolo Swing"
                 This one by Dorado Schimitt. Can you swing dance? The girl sitting in front of me was bobbing her head up and down...
  "Sirba in E-flat Major"
                       Moldavian traditional
                      Another excellent piece!! It was just so much fun.  The same girl sitting in front of me started to wag her head left and right....ok
   "Briu"
                   by Sapo Perapaskero --- it is a birds' chirping piece!!! The percussionist must used more than 10 different devices to mimic different birds' chirping, played to the string music.  
                       


      I was so delighted by the show, at the end I decided to take a walk from there to Chinatown---subway station was just too stuffy with its hot air.
     A beautiful, quiet summer Tuesday night, even Chinatown has all but silenced down. I felt like eating La-Mian, or Ra-Men, the wheat noodle; and I found one after a random scouting.  Still open at 10pm, it was very small but good enough for, because apparently the cook sounded very Northern Chinese---that's where Ramen came from---not from Japan!
     Oh yeah---it was delicious. I ate the beef, chewed the noodle, and yes, drunk all the soup. Salty and with MSG. It was worth it but next time I will tell them to be easy on MSG!
     After I went home and woke up in the morning my mouth was dry thanks to MSG!

About me

I work as a freelancer in New York City, mostly related to architecture. But I have become interested in social work and the government. I consider myself a liberal, a socialist, a free-thinker.
I enjoy living in New York City, and this blog is centered around my life here.