[Day 876] I’m a street doctor

I was walking home from work today when I saw a man listening to what looked like a stethoscope, except that the earpieces were on the ground instead of someone’s chest. There was water spilling from the ground around him. Continue reading “[Day 876] I’m a street doctor”

[Day 876] I’m a street doctor

[Day 809] The problem with not being on Facebook

I have recently deactivated my Facebook because I found it distracting. The problem with not being on Facebook is that people don’t believe you’re not on Facebook. Today, a new friend asked if he could add me on Facebook. I said I wasn’t on Facebook, and he gave me the disappointed look that says: “Sure, if you don’t want to be my friend on Facebook, just say so.” Sad. Continue reading “[Day 809] The problem with not being on Facebook”

[Day 809] The problem with not being on Facebook

[Day 804] Adult things to do

1. For the first time in my life, I invested in a nice set of sheets and expensive pillows. I used to go to IKEA and buy the cheapest thing that didn’t repulse me, so this leap of faith made me feel very adult.

2. I promised to watch a rugby game with Dylan 3 years ago, and today, I finally fulfilled it. It was my luck with it was Rugby World Cup Sevens — a version of Rugby played with only 7 players on each team, with each half lasting 7 minutes. Continue reading “[Day 804] Adult things to do”

[Day 804] Adult things to do

[Day 800] A thought experiment

Stanford sent me an email about “intent to bill” for damages in the room I used to stay. They must have been confused because when I moved out of that room almost 4 months ago, they came to clean/inspect and everything was fine. Then somebody else moved into my room right after that and stayed until now-ish.

As I wrote back, I felt an intense desire to end my email with “Much love”. Continue reading “[Day 800] A thought experiment”

[Day 800] A thought experiment

[Day 791] The first Chinese woman to get married via online dating

I tried carpooling with Scoop. Richard picked me up — his house is one block away from my house and his office building is right next to mine. He must have been one of the earliest success stories of online dating. He married his wife in 1996, through Match.com. To make it more dramatic, his wife is from China. “She was one of six women in Asia back then on Match.com,” Richard said. “I flew to China to meet her, and a few months later, I came back to marry her.” Continue reading “[Day 791] The first Chinese woman to get married via online dating”

[Day 791] The first Chinese woman to get married via online dating

[Day 622] Is your life parallelism or just mere concurrency?

Today in our parallel computing class, we learned about two concepts that people often confuse for one another: parallelism and concurrency. Concurrency is when you deal with a lot of things at once, while parallelism is doing a lot of things at once.

For example, concurrency is when you switch between doing homework and chatting on Facebook with your friends. From your perspective, you’re making progress in both things and it feels like you’re achieving parallelism. However, the reality is that you’re merely doing concurrency. You do one thing at the cost of not doing another.

Parallelism would be to have two copies of you, one doing homework and one chatting on Facebook at the exact same time. Which is, of course, not possible. And that’s why multitasking is just a myth.

[Day 622] Is your life parallelism or just mere concurrency?

[Day 515] “I’m a pianist/juggler”

Today, Tucker had an extra ticket to “Mads Tolling & The Mad Men.” Tessy thought she should be the one going instead because it was almost her birthday and she *thought* she knew more about classical music than I did. “Do you even know what jazz is?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered.

I was excited about the show because Mads Tolling was a two time Grammy winner and I had never consciously been in the same room with a Grammy winner before. I was pleasantly surprised by how classy everyone in the room looked. Men were all wearing shirts or suits or both, and women were wearing dresses. By everyone, I meant everyone except Tucker. He came in jersey, tech hoodie, shorts, and sandals. When I was biking back in the cold I also realized that he was driving back. “You could have picked me up,” I screamed at him. “Yeah I suppose,” he said.

Continue reading “[Day 515] “I’m a pianist/juggler””

[Day 515] “I’m a pianist/juggler”

[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs

When I lost my bike key, I went to the campus bike shop to ask them to cut my lock. It was a fifteen walk to my bike. To avoid the awkward silence, I tried to make small talk with the guy assigned to help me.

“Are you a student?” I asked.

“Nah.”

“How long have you been working here?”

“Nine months.”

“Do you like it?”

“As much as I would like any minimum wage job.” Continue reading “[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs”

[Day 490] Working minimum wage jobs