“It’s like you have a web 1.0 haircut,” said Hikaru.
Enough to push me to get a haircut this week after spending a month looking.
No frills please. I don’t do massages and wine with graces of “you look great, honey” and “buy this product to make your hair shine”. I don’t need my hair salon to be a nightclub at night. Making an appointment more than week ahead when I don’t even know my schedule the day before? No thanks.
Less than 45 minutes spending about $20 plus tip still an equivalent good haircut. Amore recommended.
I cannot find challah in the Bay Area. And where’s the matzo ball soup? I want my half turkey sandwich (I know, I am too American to do pastrami or corned beef) and my matzo ball soup combo.
And where are my sandwiches with fries in between layers of meat and cheese? Not that I miss that so much.
My coworker and his friends are in their late twenties, almost breaking into the thirties. Like every year, he throws a Halloween party–something to be the party of the year. But this year, he observed aloud, “Seems like the older we get, the less excited people are about things like this. When a core person gets a girlfriend or boyfriend, somehow things changes.”
I countered saying that it’s always the core people that matter. That to make something important and interesting to them will keep it going. But isn’t it? About half of my friends are in long-term steady relationships. There are the kinds where they disappear into their own world and there are the kinds where I actually meet the significant other. But will things cool off? Will we find ourselves in the predictable ways of white picket fences in suburbia, sending annual xmas cards without signatures? Is that our fate?
People naturally settle in rountine. It’s easier than living in spontaniety, but at the same time, the former whiff of youthful adventure is gone too.
In other news, I still have no idea what I should be for Halloween.
People have been spimming me with this today. Interesting how links travel around really fast.
I don’t know how I did it both losing sleep…but I was able to spend quality time with 7 friends in a mere 60 hours.
met up with a lot of people both from Microsoft and at UW
brunch at Julia’s
feasted at Cafe Septieme
drive through Volunteer Park
a gaze at the Fremont Troll
experience the Underground Tour
witnessed light fish throwing at Pike Place Market
money spending at Pike Place Market
walked into the first Starbucks ever…and walked out
spent $16.95 on a brown sparkly shawl
watched my first comedy show–a waste of $10
walked around GreenLake
sampled dozen of cooking jellies including beer
took 128 photos with my brand new-spanking sd630
asianize at a Japanese Tea Shop where I drank a whole pot of sencha tea
have a hoity-toity moment with a $3.50 crumpet (just a crumpet with maple butter) at the Crumpet Shop
lunched it at Matt’s in the Market
ambled throughout the Seattle Public Library despite feeling dizzy from the bright colors
feel satisfied with the greatness of finding parking in Seattle
saw a Lenin Statue!
drove past an Erotic Bakery Shop
“I would have been more upset if I lost $10,” someone in our group said while we stood in the black and white checkered kitchen afterwards eating roasted nuts and chips from Trader’s Joes at 1 am with a view overlooking the lake and the Seattle Space Needle in the distance.
Most of the time, I naturally overpack–packing multiple sets of clothes and the like. Who knows whether the weather will change? What if I go to a fancy place? The unexpected adventure?
So this time when I went to Seattle, I decided to pack less to squeeze everything into two small bags so I wouldn’t have a huge hassle going through security. Of course, what happened this time was that I forgot to pack long-sleeved tops leaving me with mostly camisoles to fight the chilly Seattle pre-winter.
And it’s not because I am from California.
The fall and rise of Friendster
I remember joing six degrees back in the mid-90s, but I was a timid high school student who barely knew anybody. I wasn’t prepared…until Friendster came along. I was more fascinated by how everyone was connected than viewing people’s profiles. Seeing that my friend also knew someone else I knew was the most appealing part of Friendster–the common people we shared. Then it was reading the testimonals and how people would describe themselves on their profiles.
But why I lost interest? Just like everyone else, other social networks had better critical mass. Or better speed.
Free choice is one of the things I have missed about living away from my parents. But this is the ability to say to yourself after work What do I want to eat? What do I want to do tonight? What do I want to buy? It’s a selfish, self-centered feeling.
And yet, it’s something that disappears with the addition of a significant other, family… We trade it off so easily with friends. It becomes What would they want to eat? What do they want to do tonight? What would they want to buy? And we let go of our flying dreams for selflessness.
But of course, for me, it also means there is nobody to help me assemble my heavy new bed.
What is that buddy icon? What is that thing?
Before college, a friend gave me this buddy icon, stating that it reminded him of me. It was the first and only icon I have ever used (besides the default on a mac — always a fortune cookie).
I also made it part of my first layout for my first journal/blog.