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Pictures

Posted by Jules - May 31, 2007 at 09:05:58 pm

Here are some pictures that I was supposed to send my sister but neglected to- the Cho sisters in full silliness:

My sister is graduating from Univ. of Washington next week with a bachelor’s degree in Architecture, so I’m taking next friday off and flying up to Seattle, and will arrive at SEATAC 1.5 hours before her ceremony begins. When I arrive at the oakland airport at 1:05 pm on Sunday, I need to go home, grab my violin and head out to St Johns, because I have a performance at 3, and need to be there by 2 pm. Talk about cutting it close. Anyhoo, congrats Jen! Even though you never update your blog anymore, I still love you ~_^

Online Shopping

Posted by Mike - May 29, 2007 at 10:05:39 pm

I just spent an hour looking for a good online retailer to buy a throat microphone from. After a little research I decided that the Iasus Sniper Pro would be a good all around choice for me. I mainly want the microphones for use while motorcycling but I thought they would be handy for doing other things like paintball or snowboarding or something.

I rejected maybe a half dozen websites based on bad return policies or just for having a terrible website before I finally settled on one. I get to the first step of the checkout process and actually click on the privacy policy. Like most people I don’t usually read the privacy policy, but since this wasn’t a website I had ever been to be before I thought it’d be a good idea. And lo and behold, the privacy policy page is blank. Not the best sign for me. Thus I am still mic-less. Not really sure what to do now. All of the “authorized retailers” have terrible websites. Argh.

The First [THING] I do when I get home..

Posted by Jules - May 25, 2007 at 05:05:41 pm

… is do laundry. There’s something relaxing about having clean clothes. Maybe more so since I work in a lab, and don’t wear my clothes more than once before washing. Washing clothes is a zen moment. Others might say that I might not have anything better to [DO]. But seriously, I really like doing laundry. Dishes are another story.

[Man I hate how I can't type straight] >_<

Don’t these people work??

Posted by Mike - May 22, 2007 at 08:05:41 am

That’s something I’ve asked when I take a day off and walk around the city. I’ve never had the answer, until now! Someone over at the Chronicle wrote a column about it.

Because look out your window. Who are these people? At any given hour on any given workday, well, it turns out it’s not a workday at all. Not for these hordes roaming free, anyway. By rights our parks and movie theaters and stores should be minor ghost towns between 9 and 5 — chanced upon by the occasional tourist or late-night bartender but otherwise peaceful. Instead, they’re inexplicably packed. I didn’t doubt that the packers had sound explanations. I just wanted to hear them.

The mystery of the daytime idle: Why aren’t you working?

I got 2,954th place!

Posted by Mike - May 20, 2007 at 06:05:21 pm

Runners: 70-80k
Distance: 12km (7.46mi)
Time: 1:08:54
Time to top of Hayes Hill: 29:46
Naked people: Lots
Drunk people: even more
Girls who look at you disgusted when they are crouched peeing behind a porta-potty: all
Guys peeing on trees: enough to reach down and touch each other

So I ran Bay to Breakers today for the second time. I ran it with my younger brother, Kathy, and some friends four years ago. It felt a lot more crowded this time. It took a good five minutes for me to even get to the starting line after the race had officially begun even though I was in “Zone 1″ which is in the front. I ran most of the race alone until my coworker caught up to me in Golden Gate Park. His pace was faster so I ran with him the rest of the way.

Initially I was pretty excited with my time. Then I asked my brother what our time was from four years ago and he said it was 55 min. I had been telling people it was 1:30:00, so that’s a bummer. But it was good fun anyway. It’s nice to run in a sea of people. You kind of get lost in the herd and don’t really think about the running. But next year I will have a loftier goal for myself. To beat my youthful time.

On the way to the finish line it’s all business for the most part. Everyone is running or jogging or at least walking with some kind of pace. On the way back it’s a completely different story. The course basically turns into a giant street party. There are bands on every corner and people blasting music out of their garages or apartment windows. Carts of beer and music are pushed up the streets. Lines for the porta-potties go on and on. And of course a lot of people just skip the line and pee on a tree or in a corner somewhere. I think that’s the most public peeing I’ve ever seen.

The best costume I saw was a guy in Spartan-type armor. Sure there were a lot of others dressed up like the guys from 300, but this guy had metal chest armor and helmet. And to top it off he was running, well jogging. I passed him up in Golden Gate Park where he was chugging along with a clank clank clank. Impressive.

Forks

Posted by Jules - May 14, 2007 at 09:05:31 pm

The fork and me, we don’t agree. I exist on a diet of spoons and chopsticks. I even eat ice cream with chopsticks sometimes (I eat small bowls, so I finish them before the actually have a chance to melt. Mwahahahahaha). And scramblings eggs with a fork is just weird. It is, man. Well, maybe not. But the worst thing about forks is the sound. I absolutely hate that sound. That shivery, metal sound the fork makes when it scrapes against the plate or the knife. Geh, I get goosebumps just thinking about it. Perhaps I am just handicapped when it comes to forks. (~_~ )

Cibo Matto - Sugar Water

Posted by Mike - May 13, 2007 at 11:05:32 am

I saw this Cibo Matto music video a while ago, but it just popped up again over at Digg. It’s pretty creative. What do you think?

It was bound to happen someday

Posted by Mike - May 12, 2007 at 09:05:37 pm

I finally dropped my motocycle. I always knew it was going to happen one day. I just thought it was going to be from someone swerving in front of me or from hitting a patch of gravel or something. But here’s how it went down.

Jules was preparing some fried rice when she opened the fridge to discover… no eggs! You can’t make fried rice without eggs. So I am sent on an errand to the store. I shoot over on the bike, stuff some eggs in the backpack and pull out of the parking lot. Except… I left the disc brake lock on. Doh. I stop abruptly and fall over. Wonderful. Fortunately it was more like I layed the bike on its side rather that it falling hard. So the only real damage was to my ego.

Another Useless Gift

Posted by Mike - May 3, 2007 at 04:05:05 pm

From i am 8-bit. Nice art, terrible website.

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