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!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
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."
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
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.
I enjoy living in New York City, and this blog is centered around my life here.
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