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No Love For The Press

Pete Souza/White House via Pdnonline.com. Let's do the high five right this time, please.


The administration decided to have a monopoly of its images and shut the press out of Obama's second secretive inauguration oath because the first one was just too embarrassing. As a pre-emptive measure, press photographers and TV crews were not allowed for the occasion just in case Roberts messed up again. That's just bad press and bad decision on the part of the administration.

White House Closes Obama Oath Re-Do To Press Photographers, by Daryl Lang, Jan 22, 2009

Yu Hua

The naturally sanguine, chain-smoking, chatty enfant terrible of contemporary Chinese literature Yu Hua spoke with Pankaj Mishra of The New York Times in an article called The Bonfire of China's Vanities published on Jan 23.

On Zhang Yimou (in defense of him being a sell-out).

"He would have reached the end of his career very quickly had he persisted in making films like 'To Live'."

On China's rising nationalism.

"I am really worried about the new nationalism. Anything slightly critical of China appears in foreign media, and the nationalists are swarming online, attacking it."

On The New York Times, angry youth, Chinese present form of capitalism.

"The New York Times doesn’t criticize China as much as it criticizes America. Basically they are ignorant. They think the American media is always praising American presidents. The problem is that the younger generation hasn’t lived through poverty, collectivism; it is lacking in restraint, its references are very few, the experience is so limited."
"These young nationalists have no sense of ambivalence, no idea of life’s ambiguities. But when times are hard, their attitude will change, become more mature, and because capitalism in this form cannot go on in China, it has to end, those hard times will come soon.”

Full article.

Inaugeration Messed Up And Others

Chief Justice Roberts couldn't get the oath right, and it was a total disaster, so much so that out of an abundance of caution, BO had to take the oath again on Wednesday. They couldn't get the oath right the first time, what's wrong with Justice Roberts? What's wrong with the guy?

Not to let China have the monopoly on perfection, the US wouldn't take any chance and decided to have a Milli Vanilli on inauguration. Of course, it was perfect only if Justice Roberts didn't mess up and it was perfect because Yo-Yo Ma was doing the fake cello thing. Citing extreme weather, the organizer decided it was best to have the classical bits recorded instead of playing it live. They should have invited me to do the Bow and Arrow Chinese Dance, I would do it live and on TV without resort to technical wizardry. What a shame.

The nascent administration not only wants out-perfect China, it also wants to be tough against China (But no way it can get as tough as China because here you won't send the CEOs to lifetime imprisonment, while in China, the penalty is death if you were to screw up so badly like mixing baby formula with melamine, so US, stop pretending to be tough.). Timmy, the Treasure Secretary hopeful is accusing China of manipulating its currency and therefore impairs fair trade between the nations or something to that effect. I think in China it's called fiscal policy or something to that effect.

Just after BO signed an executive order to shut down the detention center in Guantanamo, Cuba, news came in that at least one ex-detainee released has become some regional chief in Yemen Qaeda operation. That just provides ammunition for the Republicans who oppose the shutting down of the detention center.

Lobok Goh

Everybody has his own version. And this one is mine. I never measure anything so it's hit or miss, mostly hit. Because you can't really go too wrong. Notice the brand new cutting board. Isn't it gorgeous? See the first picture on top? That's a clean cut from a sharp knife. This is the first time I added some dried scallop.

For the photographer in you, more boring information: Nikon D70, Nikkor 35~105 MF, some shot in macro mode, manual focus and exposure as lens won't meter or auto focus. JPEG straight from the camera.

Kitchen Utensils

I bought this cutting board today, without knowing too much about it. I gave up asking the girl at the counter. But it looks pretty industrial to me, so I bought one, it's much heavier than what we have been using, I take it as a good sign. In fact it's very heavy. The honing stone at the top, my knife set since probably 13 years ago. My latest obsession is how to get things sharp.

Honing Experience

Now I just try to hone anything I can find around the house.  Or not around the house.  I found a pair of old scissors, all rusted, and god know used to cut what in the garage.  They were supposed to be hair shears at one point, anyway, I am sure I didn't do everything or anything right ... I just unscrewed the pair and ran them through the honing stone.  And they turned out pretty okay, actually pretty sharp.

Bill Gates and Mixed Martial Arts

Bill Gates, the ultimate badass

Rashad Evans, badass and Ultimate Fighting Champion, wears a T-shirt with a mug shot of Bill Gates.

Let's work the Bill Gates bad ass angle. It's a small step in the right direction. Let's say Justin Long is adulating how Apple just works, and then Bill Gates or his surrogate just knocks him cold with a left hook or just plows him and his Mac over with his car. I think that should work. Microsoft should be badass there is no reason it's not.

Mug shot from the smoking gun
Evans picture from the New York Times.

Official Portrait From The White House

Sourced from the White House.  First presidential portrait using a DSLR.  Photo taken by Pete Souza.  Apparently Mr. Souza shot this using a Canon 5D Mark II with a 105mm lens.

From Photo.net discussion on NYTIMES.COM Obama's People.

Obama's People from NYTIMES.COM.

Neighborhood Ball

Live blogging Neighborhood Ball: Inauguration

Denzel Washington has the honor to introduce us the President and the First Lady.

Obama, impeccably dressed in a black suit, single breasted, single vented, with a sensible fit that complements the President's railthin physique. The President opts for a white bowtie for the occassion. The only showy bits are perhaps the French cuffs of the white shirt. First Lady Michelle Obama in a white gown, looking decidedly elegant and resplendent, only if she can stop playing with her tongue inside her mouth.

Beyonce, the song bird sings for the First Couple's first dance.

Now cut to commercials ... McDonald's dollar menu or something.

OKAY, Obama dances to the tunes of Stevie Wonder ... Does he get the move, ehhh not really.

Now cut to more commercials.

Ray Romano does stand up. The guy looks good though the jokes are a bit underwhelming. He introduces Jay-Z ...

Now Jay-Z does his thing. Wow, he is good, not that I know the genre, but I think it's good.

Now more commercials, Zyrtec ...

OKAY, enough bull from me.

Whetstone

I have been wanting to get a new whetstone for some time. My knives aren't as sharp as I want them to be and the stone I have doesn't seem to be doing its work. The stone I had been using is of unknown quality, I don't know the material and grit size at all, other than it seems to be in the 1000 grit or finer category and looks like an oilstone.

Today I finally got the chance to shop at a specialty store to get one. They have a varieties of them but other than different prices the girl at the counter doesn't seem to know more than what I've already known. So that was pretty disappointing considering it's a professional kitchen supplies store. Anyway, I picked a Henckel with 250 grit on one side and 1000 on the other. The stone is encased in a plastic container which when opened can be used as a non-slippery base. Alas, the casing broke or had been broken when I took out the plastic sheet wrappings. Usually I am much more careful at checking merchandise but I guess I missed this one. In the store they opened one for me to feel the grit, that is at my request, and when I paid they gave me a brand new one with the plastic wrapping intact. I found the plastic casing totally unnecessary. You put the stone on a wet terry cloth kitchen towel and you are done. The case just gets into the way and inflates the price for no good reason. The stone does come with some instructions on maintenance which is nice especially on specifics like there is no need to soak the stone prior to use except wet with water. For general grinding instructions and techniques, you can easily find them online. What I don't like, in addition to the poor packaging is it does not spell out what the stone is made of. I want to know my stone better now I just can't. Why doesn't it give that information out I don't understand. I much prefer manufacturers list out minute details of their products. I don't think it's natural stone, more like artificial. In the beginning I thought 250 maybe too coarse. But I think it's fine. I ran my knives through the stone and I think it's definitely better than my older stone but I still need to see. Stainless steel knives are harder to hone or sharpen I guess I may try some higher carbon content knives some time in the future.

Friday

Free at last.

NYC is experiencing some Arctic weather now. I want my global warming back. It's bitterly cold.

Jobs Is Too Sick To Be CEO

If you have been drinking Apple's Kool-Aid for too long, it's time for a dose of reality. Steve Jobs by his own admission is indeed too sick to carry on his CEO duty at Apple. This is something I or most people hate to be right. I hope he gets well soon. Without health, there isn't much else to get excited anymore. Hopefully, six months from now, we will see a stouter Steve energizing Apple and giving the world "one more thing ..." many more years to come.

Color

It began inauspiciously with a few flakes then quickly came the flurries and by the middle of the night, the flurries had turned into sleet. It was the first snowstorm of the new year.

The following morning turned out to be beautiful. Beautiful if you didn't mind the pavements were carpeted with six-inch of snow with icy crust on top and all the power lines and leafless tree branches were coated with ice.

A beam of white light from the rising sun just came streaming in through the bedroom window, slanted on Molly's white porcelain face. Molly could feel the warmth of the gentle morning sunshine, kind of welcoming her to a brand new day. She was awake but she just wanted to lie still in bed, against the urge to the bathroom, waiting for the right moment to get up. She wasn't going to get out of bed until the alarm clock went off with the usual Ohayous. The Ohayous from the alarm clock had become one of Molly's favorite morning routines, something she almost looked forward to. Perhaps it had to do with the alarm clock being a gift from her friend. He told Molly he got it on a business trip to Japan. Molly just knew he didn't get it from Japan and there was no business trip. She liked the alarm clock all the same.

"Ohayou, O-ha-you, O-haaa-youuuuu!" Molly turned off the alarm on the third Ohayou and dashed to the bathroom.

Molly had long straight hair. She used to have it even longer when her mother would trim it for her before she died of cirrhosis a few years back, since then she reluctantly went to the hair salon just to take an inch or two inches off every six months or so. She untangled the few locks that had come tumbling down the forehead in her sleep, then parted the hair right in the middle, framing her almond shaped face perfectly. She stood still momentarily in front of of the mirror, as if admiring what a great job she had done to her hair or as if reflecting on something, for just a second.

It just took her a minute or two to put on her business suit. Her sartorial taste couldn't be more simpler: navy blue pant suits. In fact that's all Molly had, navy blue suits from Macy's, all five of them same color for each working day of the week.

"Good morning." And with that morning pleasantry came a snowball hurling in the direction of Molly. "You little squirrel." Molly, smiling and carrying her long white cane while locking the side door. That little squirrel was Molly's neighbor, Stephanie, who's in second grade. She had been playing in the snow outside for some time, all rosey cheeks, while waiting for her mom to drive her to school.

"How are you doing?"

"You are looking at it." Molly put on her shades and proceeded to walk to the bus stop.

"Can I walk you to the bus stop?"

"Only if you say please."

"Please."

Stephanie let Molly hold her arm.

"You are too slow. I am going to miss my bus. Again." "I am only six." "Age is not an excuse." "There is snow everywhere." "OKAY" "Molly, can I ask you something? "No." "Molly, do you dream?" "Yes." "Do you dream in color?" "I don't even see things in my dreams." "Then, how do you dream?" "Well, I don't see in my dreams, I just sense things. Do you understand?" Stephanie thought for a moment and said no. "Do you ever dream of me?" "All the time." "For real?" "Cross my heart."

The two slowly walked towards the bus stop, leaving two sets of foot prints behind them on the snow, one big one small. The sun was getting higher and warmer and it sure looked like it was the beginning of a beautiful day.

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More Color

topic by mad dog (my fault, I should have added this from day 1. my apology)

more color

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Micky Rourke Best Actor

Micky Rourke redeemed himself.  He won best actor in The Wrestler, beating out DiCaprio and Pitts in the 66th Golden Globe Award.  He got a bit old, out of shape and mellow but still has the bad boy within, he called the director son of a bitch and in return the director Darren Aronofsky gave him a finger, all happened live on NBC.

Today In Review

Bono writes for The New York Times. I did at one time like his album or more accurately U2's. It was when music was still sold in cassette tapes and it was indeed cassette that I bought long long time ago in Union Square. It was a live recording. It should be "Rattle and Hum" if my memory hasn't failed me yet. But those were the days. Now Bono doesn't do anything for me. I must have changed and so has he.

Google has a new favicon. It doesn't do anything for me either.

Week In Review

Free At Last.

The year began with a bang. Blah blah blah.

It has been pretty cold this past few days. But it's pretty OKAY.

Michelle Obama is responsible to save the American fashion industry while her husband, president-elect Barack Obama is going to be the spoke man for RIM's Blackberry with the potential of pocketing endorsement money in the neighborhood of $25 to $50 millions, according to the Times.

I still suck at ice skating, but I take proud in not hurting myself or anybody around during my daily practice. YouTube is my coach now. My career as a daredevil snowboarder maybe coming to an end ... sad but I just have to accept it.

Nikon D3X vs. Canon 5DMkII: A JPEG Comparison

Ken has spoken. The clear winner is Nikon D3X. Surprise. I thought it's going to be a Canon again as far as sharpness goes. But his test proves beyond a reasonable doubt that, this time, and this time alone, the out of camera JPEG from Nikon's D3X does trump the Canon 5DMkII's. Armchair photography reportage finished.

Russia Stops Global Warming

Russia stops global warming the only way it knows how: cutting all gas supply to Europe via Ukraine. According to geologists, meteorologists, and bullshitologists, very soon, Europe will experience the Second Ice Age and Vladmir Putin would take all the credits for this enormity.

Random Thoughts

It's an unalterable fact of life that everybody who is ever born is going to die one day. The question is when and how and in some cases, does it move the stock price? Being the CEO of Apple, a publicly traded company, I would like to see Jobs more forthcoming in terms of his health not reporting after the fact that he had pancreatic cancer or spinned his dramatic weight loss as the result of a "common bug." Journalists (or bloggers) should have the displeasure and courage to ask heartless impolite questions not just drinking up Kool-aid fed by Apple's flacks.

Apple Announced MacBook Wheel

You have to see it to believe it. Apple just did it again. Full video follows.


Apple Introduces Revolutionary New Laptop With No Keyboard

Sourced from The Onion.

PS: THIS IS REAL.

MacRumors Got Hacked

MacRumors got hacked.

In the mid of live blogging the MacWorld Apple keynote address, the site was hacked and inserted in it a text saying "Oh, wait, sorry, Steve did die. Our condolences." The site was temporarily shut down and later re-opened.

The truth of the matter is Jobs is too sick to do the keynote address. And he had in the past tried every possible way to hide his health problem either to announce his bout with caner after the fact or to spin his weight loss as a common bug. It does raise certain issues here. Does he under any obligation legal or otherwise to report truthfully on his health to the shareholders, given that he is the CEO of Apple and the embodiment of all things Apple?

Getting Back To The Routine

Routine can be a good thing, it keeps you grounded. It gives you certain comfort knowing what's next, and what's coming after next.

I read the NYT on my way to work. I take pride in reading the NYT while strap hanging on the train. It takes a man with certain agility to do this stunt, without greatly inconveniencing any of your fellow commuters like falling on them while the train is in motion. Well sometimes it happens inevitably when the motor man had too much to drink the night before (jussst kidding) or more likely the all too often "signaling problem" and the train just jerks along in the labyrinth wasteland that's called New York City. When you bump somebody, you say excuse me, not a big deal. Just make sure you bump the right type, OK?

I know I must have missed something when I was hard at work on my critically acclaimed short story on New Year eve. And sure enough, the NYT reports Kathy Griffin says something "vulgar" on the CNN New Year Eve count down livecast as hosted by Anderson Cooper and herself. I remember reading the newspaper ad for the show on the morning thinking wow CNN and Griffin that ought to be fun. It's like reading the Playboy with the cover of The Economist. Plus I always like Griffin, I like her sense of irreverence both to the establishment and herself. Another woman comic I like is Joan Rivers. I have a weakness for women comics perhaps. Anyhow, I still haven't seen the actual footage for the alleged offense except reading it on print and online. and the New York Times is again too lame to even print the exact words, well family paper, can't blame them I guess.

Talking about Kathy Griffin, I think she and the other Steve was a couple. That kind of what makes Steve Wozniak special I guess, he can come to appreciate the Hollywood D list or so she herself alleges to be. On another Steve related news, Steve Jobs finally admitted he has an health issue that is probably the reason he is not doing the MacWorld thing tomorrow. Wall Street reacts to this piece of news with Apple stock going up more than $4. How do you make of that? You can always explain what happened but I dare any pundit that can accurately predict the uptick of the stock in the mid of this arguably Apple bad news. I guess in a way, the market is writing Jobs off, taking him out of the valuation equation. His health should not be playing a part in Apple's valuation in the future. Apple has turned a new page in 2009.

Let The New Year Begin

Any self respecting worker bee won't begin to work until tomorrow so for that reason most people's New Year begins tomorrow.  If you had to park yourself in the office any time between Christmas Eve and Jan 5, I salute you.  I parked myself twice in the office.  I was so in demand or at least so self-important.

Before the actual New Year begins, I would like to reflect on what happened in 2008, culturally, geopolitically, and metaphysically.  And gives a full analysis to the financial meltdown and what's more important a complete turn-key solution on to how to fix this god awful state of affairs that we dug ourselves or actually "they" dug us in.  But before I can tell you these stories, I have to tell you this story:  I am a liar.

Whatever happened happened.  What's going to happen in 2009?  It sure doesn't look very promising.  But like what the good old adage says, take it one day at a time.  And take it easy.  And with any luck, we'll all flourish and make it through 2009.  Good luck comrades.

Pictures Of The Day

More New Year Greetings

To all the proletarians, the cubicle farm dwellers out there who have to work today, I salute you.  And for all the proles who go to work and yet subversively goes online to conduct whatever they want to conduct, like browsing my useless blog, I salute you even more--you know who you are.

I just might need to go to work tomorrow on Saturday.  It's about time.

But tonight I am going to have a dinner party.

Bolt

Some of the better movies I have ever seen are actually cartoons or animations.  Disney's latest animation, Bolt, is one of those movies.  Bolt belongs to the "lost and found" movie genre if there ever has one.  The protagonist is a cute little dog who got lost and has to do a cross country trip all the way from New York to find his way back to California where he is a TV star.  The cross country trip of course turns out to a self discovery journey which Bolt, much to his dismay, finds out that he doesn't have super power, but develops the street smarts and stamina to survive and and even saves his friends from dire troubles.  The movie is exceptionally well made.  The opening action sequence is on a par with any modern action movies, perhaps even better than most.  The acting, voice actings that is, from John Travolta as Bolt and Miley Cyrus as Penny are pretty right on the money.  I saw the 3-D version and I am pleasantly surprised how vivid and life like the movie is.  Imagine 3D action movie, 3D horror movie and 3D . . . okay you got the idea.  I heard in the future, all movies will be made 3D, and I am not kidding (since I am not authoring for wikipedia I don't bother with citation or footnote).  Even I had to wear the grayish 3D lenses over my corrective spectacles, I didn't find it too bad.  But the tinted lenses do make the overall picture a bit dimmer.  Overall it has been a great experience.  But we don't get something for nothing, even for the first show, we got to pay full price, something like 11.75 for adults and 11.25 for children.  So the difference between an adult and a child is fifty cents not five inches as some says . . . .  Add the popcorns, sodas, and nachos, you do the math.  But hey the movie magic, my kids memory that we are one big happy family, that's priceless.

New Year's Resolution

11:50PM. It's ten minutes before midnight. It's another midnight and it's not. It's going to be a spanking new year. Year 2009. Vincent is trying to set some goals for the new year, something he has never seriously done in his entire adult life. Maybe that explains his lack of focus in life. He feels like he is running out of time. In actuality, he ran out of time two years ago. He is on borrowed time. His mom used to remind him he doesn't prioritize, always does things he shouldn't be doing and let things he ought to be doing slide. He doesn't let his mom down. He knows he should be sleeping yet he is not. Every night. He needs a New Year's Resolution, an ultimate to-do list now. Before mid night. To right his life.

It's been cold outside, just cold, no wind, no snow, no drama. The silence of the night is almost deafening if not for the occassional bangings and hissings of the radiator. The whole heating system is old and it's good at making noises but not heat. The house is always under heated in the winter he could never wear shorts or short sleeves like people live in apartment buildings do.

Vincent takes out a piece of paper and a pencil and sits himself down at the kitchen table. He starts pondering a list. He starts to think about goals and objectives, something he learned from long time ago. What goals are, what objectives are, and how to be realistic so that they are attainable and measurable. The kitchen reeks of cooked food that he doesn't normally notice except during this time of the day. Winston* Vincent lights a cigarette as if to combat the stench. The nicotine kicks in and now his brain is oozing with ideas. He begins his list by writing:

New Year's Resolution 2009

His penmanship has never been good, it is bad, actually bad is an understatement. But he almost takes pride in his bad handwriting. He has this twisted theory that only ugly people have good penmanship and only snobs would dwell on and take pride of good penmanship. But for the resolution, he tries to write as neat as possible, as neat as his mom would write, as neat as only an illiterate knows how. The kitchen should be the warmest place in the house but it is not. Vincent thinks the cold is hindering his resolution. He moves one flight down to the basement of the house where the mother of all heat comes from, the boiler room.

It's been quite some time since he left his bedroom to start his New Year's Resolution. He thinks he needs to find out what time it is, he wants to see Times Square on New Year Eve, he wants to know what is going on. So he turns on the computer in the basement. The computer is a big beige box from the '90s but it simply works. Vincent always feels like he mistreats his old trusty machine by leaving it in the basement, out of sight, together with the aging heater, the sewage system, the entrails of the house, the necessary unpleasantries of modern living. Vincent lights another cigarette while the computer slowly comes to life. It's 1:25 AM 1/1/2009. Vincent just can't locate the paper anymore. Perhaps it's not the cold that made him go down to the basement. He just needs be distracted. But distracted from what? That's something he needs to figure out. Meanwhile he is checking on the news, his emails, and more news, just like every night.

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*thanks to Haricot for catching that.

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Pictures

A Private Message

Happy Birthday!

H&M Comme des Garcons Still Available

Shocking. There are still pieces of Comme des Garcons hanging around in the H&M store at 5th and 42nd Street. Those I saw were women's items inconspicuously hung on the second floor. The store wasn't even a destined store for the collection so how they landed there I can only speculate, they are probably returned items from different stores? They are solid white, black and pink dress shirts, black and pink polka dot shirts, a couple of ruffled white shirts, a black cocktail dress, a few black wool sweaters. They are mostly small or large sizes. If you wear size xs or 10 or 8 you may find something that fits you. If you wear size 4 or 6 then I don't think so.

Previously.

Thank You Guys

This is a good time for the lamest bloggers like myself. The topic just presents itself during this time of the year.

I would like to thank all the ardent readers of this blog, past and present, old and new. Without you my blog won't be such a great success. And mostly I would like to thank myself, without me writing all these transformative and life-altering posts, there won't be this blog.

You wonder what's the greatest hit here. Without a doubt, it's the posts about Range Hood, the San Yang Pai and PacAir range hood posts are the all time favorites. On any given day, they attract hundreds of hits. Maybe I should really concentrate on kitchen range hoods instead of whatever reviews I tried to write in vain, there sure is an under served kitchen range hood market out there waiting to be filled like cavities or something.

Also, since I am at it, I also like to thank some of the bloggers out there, actually all of the bloggers out there who have been a positive influence on me. If I haven't yet benefited from some of them, it's probably I haven't read hard and long enough to see the beauty of their posts, the fault, as usual, lies in me. Sometimes as if polluting the blogosphere in my own blog is not enough, I actually go out of my way to comment on others' posts, out of sheer stupidity and admittedly egoism: the uncontrollable urge to seem clever. And along the way, I am sure I have made an ass out of myself and might have hurt some feelings which I committed out of ignorant mis-arrangement of words and certainly not a result of malice whatsoever. For those I have inadvertently offended, I apologize.

What am I trying to say? I really have this talent of writing a lot and yet saying so little, I am just not effective as a writer. Whatever.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
PS:
UPDATE with blink and exclamation mark on almost 12/24
Please bear with my childish blinking behavior and the use of an exclamation mark. I am aware of it.

End Of The Year

It's Christmas, it's end of the year. It's time to be reflective. It's just another time to give myself to buy some junk if I so choose. For some reason, this year, I am just too depressed to even get a tree for the household. Must be the economy. Must be the dismal weather. So what have happened this year. For one thing, I am still the loser just like last year or the year before, so there is really nothing to write home about except I sort of make it through the year without any major mishap. I consider that my major achievement that I am still breathing.

The economy has been bad and we are in a recession. So what does it mean to me? It means I am a bit scared by the big unknown by the big what if? But like an irresponsible man that I always am, have been and will always be, there is nothing I can do to make the economy better. When it's good, I don't exactly feel it as I never have the fortune to work on the Street. So I can only hope as the economy nose dives, I won't be feeling the pain right away.

Like any aging middle-ages men, my hope is on my kids. But also like most other middle-aged men, I don't take too much of an active role in rearing my kids except the occasional yelling and screaming.

OKAY, time for dinner.

Friday

Free at last.

What I Did During Lunch Break

I returned my book and picked up another one from the midtown library.

Then I headed to Bryant Park in the mid of a minor snowstorm trying to have my winter routine, that is, ice skating in midtown. Alas, because of the winter snow, the rink was carpeted with an inch of snow and they weren't even trying to clean up the place yet, I saw just one man with a shuffle kind of doing some clean up but with the snow keeps falling relentlessly, I don't think they are going to re-open any time soon. The weather report says very likely we are going going to get about six inches for the day.

On my way back, I stopped by a Japanese take out place and ordered a Chicken Katsu Don, $5.96 tax included, that was a pretty good price.

Cape No. 7 - 2

Obviously Aga's situation is not unique. Tomoko (Chie Tanaka), a Japanese ex-model fluent in Mandarin whose career as a dead-end publicist stranded in Taiwan fares no better than Aga's budding career as an irresponsible postal delivery man. Both persons are down on their luck and just as fate would have it, they cross path when Tomoko reluctantly becomes the liaison between a Japanese singer who is coming to perform for a resort there and the local impromptu warm-up band fronted by Aga. The band has been a constant struggle and a flash point among the band members and Tomoko; the keyboardist is too young, the bassist is too old and the second song is never ready. Just when Tomoko is about to throw in the towel and call it quit, a wedding banquet changes the course of events to the unexpected or rather expected: Aga and Tomoko are actually in love despite their constant bickering. The main story has a simple structure, the plot progresses in an orderly manner with the cumulation of a successful opening act where Aga demands and receives a confirmation of his love from Tomoko right there on stage. Also running parallel and in contrast with this main storyline is the sub-plot of a pair of star-crossed lovers from sixty years ago whose presence are felt mainly by voice-over reading of the seven unsent letters by one of the ill fated lovers, a Japanese high school teacher who got to be in Hengchun when Taiwan was a Japan colony between 1895 to 1945. The teacher fell in love with one of his Taiwanese students also called Tomoko but when Japan lost the War in 1945, he left behind Taiwan and deserted his girlfriend right when they were supposed to board the ocean liner to Japan together. In his letters to his jilted girlfriend who finally gets to read them some sixty years later, he bemoans the shame and guilt he has to endure as a Japan national when Japan, the aggressor was condemned and defeated in the War. And for whatever logic, twisted or not, like national pride or guilt or just being a plain coward, he just couldn't bring himself to be with his love anymore. In one of the letters, he writes he doesn't know if he is returning home or leaving home, his disorientation, probably not induced by seasick, is heartfelt and understandable. Their doomed love affair is as much personal as it is historical in the sense that it is really a product of their time. Only a few men made history, most others are just by products of an era.

"Cape No. 7" also tells many other stories. A precocious ten year old from a single mom, a geezer who plays some kind of Chinese guitar thinks he is a national treasure, an ex-SWAT turns traffic cop whose wife walked out on him. A motorbike mechanic who has a crush on his boss's wife and wouldn't mind her husband is still around and they have a triplet of young boys. Some characters may appear stereotypical and the plot line straight forward but perhaps it's this no nonsense film making approach that makes it enjoyable, just pure powerful story telling without all the convoluted techniques or plot twisting gimmickries. Cape No. 7 puts south Taiwan ethos on celluloid and it is beautifully done.

Cape No. 7 - 1

"Cape No. 7" (海角七號) (2008) opens with a young man, Aga (Van Fan) in the wee hours of Taipei city. The young man's face is not shown on camera and for that reason the director seems to suggest he can really be any one of those many losers who can't make it in the big city. We find out later Aga has wasted fifteen years of his youth trying to crack a rock career in Taipei without success. Now dispirited and yet not losing his rock and roll modus operanti, he smashes his guitar and curses Taipei goodbye before embarking his home coming trip to Hengchun, a southern coastal resort town where the young yearns to leave and some geezer just won't die. Taipei 101 sure does not look too good in the rear view mirror but neither is what he is about to face: his stepfather, the town representative who has a penchant to carry a manbag and a bunch of other losers just like him.

Cape No. 7 - 0

"Cape No. 7" asks questions about human conditions: What do you do when confronted and confounded by failures? Do we carry burden of our nation? Are we mere products of our time? How do you love somebody? First-time feature director Wei Te-Sheng may not have all the answers to all the perennial questions he raises but he sure puts all these questions into his director blender and with the skill of a true master produces a rich multi-layered unostentatiously beautiful movie that at once entertains and enlightens and more than anything gives hopes to human conditions. This little big movie may very likely turn out to be a Zeitgeist of south Taiwan.

News From The Far Side: Celebrities Are Human Too . . .

Celebrities are human too and they are just as stupid as you and I.

Chow, as one can sure make the case, is actually stupider than your average pretty girl. This kind of tragedy unfortunately happens way too often or not often enough if you want to be a Ngai kind of a guy. Chow, an otherwise very pretty and intelligent girl got cheated, repeatedly may I add, by Ngai, his boyfriend and yet being totally blinded by what do you call it, love, still comes to his defense and alleges that it's the fault of the public and gutter media. Hey, I didn't ask Ngai to screw around and being unfaithful. As an average man, I am just infinitely fascinated by his seemingly endless debauchery with pretty women without shame or consequence, maybe except this time when caught on camera. And I see no reason Chow has to blame it on the the gutter media. The gutter press is not your PR firm, the gutter press is just the gutter press, you go and hire your flack to say how nice and good you are. And personally I don't see how their on again off again relationship is a "revolution, " as proclaimed by Chow. She simply picked the wrong guy who totally botched her intended revolution and freaking ruined her life. And if there ever is such a revolution I think one did it long time ago, and she is the one and only Momoe Yamaguchi, married and never again in show business since 1980.

Every man wants to be Chow's mistake if not her man but only Ngai succeeded, that son of a bitch.

The White Tiger

Can you keep a white tiger in a rooster coop? No. Not according to first time author Aravind Adiga, who won the 2008 Booker Prize award with his debut novel The White Tiger.

The story is about one man's revolution against his world, as told through a series of letters written within a week, addressed from Balram Halwai, the protagonist, the once poor honest country-mouse, the chauffeur, the social entrepreneur and ultimately the rich business entrepreneur, to the Chinese Premier, Wen Jiabao who is embarking on a business trip to visit India. Adiga, in searing indignation and raging dark humor, through the narrative of Balram, exploits and magnifies all the ills he finds in present day India. In the end, one is left without a choice but to sympathize and empathize with Balram even when he does the unthinkable; a revolution is not a dinner party as Mao once eloquently put it and somebody has to sacrifice, and when that sacrifice happens it's better him than me or so must Balram thinks.

Some have criticized his characters are caricatures of the Indian society and his lack of in-depth understanding of India renders his social commentary shallow and superficial. But in his defense, I don't think this is meant to be an account of true events and I actually appreciate the heightened reality of his characters and its feverish kaleidoscopic characterization of India, they go well with the author's pizazz and his wry sense of humor.

It is entertainment with some thought-provoking message. What more can you ask for?

Further readings from real reviews from both sides of the Atlantic.

Happy Holidays

Once Upon A Time in China

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Friday Night

Woo-hoo it's FRIDAY NIGHT.  It's the beginning of the end.  It's full of possibilities but mostly it's the inevitability, a ride on the train with some fellow passengers who are just as boring as you.

OKAY, here is the essential reading from the best of craigslist, the cross section of America at its very finest.  The banal life of being urban and online . . . here in all its wart and glory.

Please 18 or over.  Click.

Free At Last

Friday, free at last. woo-hoo.

Film

Photo: Robert Wright for The New York Times. On the print edition, I can make out it's Kodak 160VC.

Every now and then, the New York Times likes to remind me how great big film really is. My problem, I always have problems, is it's expensive to get the film developed let alone printed. I am sure it's fun to shoot, develop and print your own pictures. 4x5 large format is my next photography frontier, my uncharted territory, my holy grail of all things unnecessarily complicated photographic quest.

If I Can't Improve Blogging . . .

Maybe blogging can improve me.

Because of blogging, I got to meet some bloggers and learned a thing or two from them. And since I am easily influenced by somebody I like and admire, I have been reading books more often than I used to be thanks to those bloggers who shall remain nameless for not to be associated with a low life like me (OKAY, it's readandeat and snowdrops). Certain books I wouldn't have read if not because of them.

"Pull over and ask for direction"--this is my lame translation of a Chinese three-part novel 停車暫借問 by then 18-year old literati prodigy Zhong. I have not been reading any Chinese books for a long time so it took me some time to warm up to her brand of writing which is not exactly easy for a semi-illiterate like me. I am quite at awe to know that the three-part novel, with the book's title taken from the second part, was written by a 18-year old, especially the story has a strong historical background and spans a few decades. This just shows there are really early bloomers who really can make the never bloomers like myself want to kill themselves. The book is full of imagery and beautifully written. The only thing I don't quite understand is the first part of the story seems separate from the rest of the book and doesn't relate except for the lead female character. It seems like a totally different story. On the whole, it was a sappy story about unrequited love with a few male loser characters bobbing in between. And you always wonder why and how a beautiful girl would fall for some losers but hey it happens and it happens every day. As a man, you always hope you are one of their mistakes.

"Falling Leaves: The Memoir of an Unwanted Chinese Daughter"--An auto-biography written by Tianjin born Chinese American Adeline Yen-Mah who is a physician turned writer. I guess she writes because she can of course but also because she understands the power of writing--how Mah witnesses the power of writing early on when her childhood classmate cries over being made a villain in her early literary creation. More importantly, this book is perhaps a therapeutic way of getting back at or getting over her own unloving family. The story of Mah begins in the late 30's in Tianjin, China and spans across continents and decades until the late 90's, chronicling how she overcomes adversities imposed upon her by her own unloving family mainly orchestrated by her beautifully devilish cruel and unusual French-Chinese stepmother, Niang and other inevitabilities like wars and her own race and gender. It is a story well told and along the way I also got a glimpse of modern Chinese history as an added bonus in addition to the sometimes sappy but always inspiring storyline. The moral of the story, if you were born to an absolutely unloving family, make sure it's at least rich enough to send you to England to get a medical degree.

News From The Far Side III

李嘉欣一邊與亨亨手拖手，一邊手蹺覑媽媽，笑容滿臉離開福臨門。（攝影﹕黃梓烜 劉一立 劉永銳）
photo and Chinese caption from mingpaonews.com

My delusions of grandeur are working in full throttle. I feel like I am the most influential blogger around. Finally it's "手拖手," a much more palatable description. I can hold my food down in the stomach without throwing up, my keyboard is finally safe. But in balance or while dropping the cringe-inducing "ten fingers entwined tight," the caption writer decided to reduce and belittle, in my mind, the guy to a "亨亨." Maybe it's a new way to be affectionate to the rich and famous, but I am old school I think in most cases it's more of a put down, treating him like a baby or an imbecile buffoon as if he can't comprehend any adult speak. Maybe that just suits him well.

Part I, and II.

Your Mother Is A Woman

The National Bureau of Economic Research tells us what we already knew long time ago, we are in a recession. Again it's like telling your mother is a woman. But of course, we need to have these highly trained and qualified economists working in a national bureau to make the call, you don't think you can make the call, do you? And they say the down fall of Western civilization began last December.

The Dow crapped out yesterday and shed almost 8000 points (errr 679.95 to be exact but who cares really). So today can be the rebound day as crazy people are most likely to hunt for bargains like they would kill you if you get in the way that kind of craze. The economy is bad, but to buy less or not to consume anything at all is just absurd. Hopefully the consumers can lead the way out of this god awful recession sooner than later.

Nikon Did The Inevitable

Nikon introduces its D3x, a 24MP monster of a camera that has a price tag of $8,000 minus 5 cents. With D3, D700 and now a D3x, Nikon finally completes its full frame trinity.

Once again, Mr. Rockwell, in his usual hyperbole self, proclaims that D3x is poo. I concur. For $8,000 it's expensive but still poo nonetheless. But I must add if for any reason anybody is willing to give me this poo of a camera for free or at quarter of price, I will take it and thank you very much.

I am still rocking a D70 . . . I don't really think I should use rocking and D70 in the same sentence but anyway, should my D70 die on me, I probably would get a point and shoot, don't buy a replacement in protest of the high price, or get a D90 and be done with it.

UPDATE:

Wow, everybody, I mean everybody who is somebody or nobody is bashing the Nikon D3x.  The high price, the lack of added features, the whole launch itself.  This seems like the biggest mishap so far for Nikon, just after back to back highly acclaimed launches of its D3 and D700 and to a certain extent the D90.  At no time did I ever that see much negativity towards a flagship Nikon.  This is just unprecedented.

Break Dancing

Shot outside the New York Public Library on 5th Avenue and 41st Street.

Balto In Central Park

Mr. Alex and Balto

Mr. Harry and his favorite dog, Balto.

Mr. Harry was very excited when he read about the story about Balto. The dog that practically saved Sarah Palin in Alaska. So we finally made a trip to the city and let him see Balto first hand. What a magnificent dog, very quiet and very still.

Taekwondo

Giving Thanks

I would like to give thanks to me and myself. OKAY, that sounds too self centered. I will try one more time.

I would like to thank my family who gives me a reason to stay alive and get out of bed.

I would like to thank my employer and all the people who work with me. Work is sacred, let's not talk about it.

I would like to thank my mother who has always loved me no matter how not a good son I am. She just has a way to bend the fact to make me look better than I really am. And I like to thank my sisters and my brother for their support.

Regarding this blog I would like to thank myself and all those who has stopped by. If my blog has ever provided something to you, I feel like I have achieved something. It's the idea of sharing, giving something back that matters me the most.

Thanksgiving

In a break from the last three years, this year I am not cooking any Thanksgiving diner.  I am still waiting for Paulson's bailout and help is not on the way yet.

This year I am going to be a "pineapple chicken" and shall eat in one of the soup kitchens offered by our friend.  Trying to be a good guest, I just prepared some mashed potato and cranberry sauce to bring to the host family.  Two very simple side dishes even a man with room temperature IQ like myself can handle.

Have a safe Thanksgiving everybody.

Kissena Park

Otherwise known as my backyard.

Breaking: Terrorists Want To Blow Up Your Turkey

During this Thanksgiving, the terrorists want to further rob the joy of this already depressing holiday season by plotting to blow up our much hated, err, I mean beloved subway system. Terrorists should not have the pleasure to hate the subway system, only New Yorkers could.

AP reports.

News From The Far Side II

嘉亨新婚日夜纏綿

李嘉欣與許晉亨愛得癡纏，十指緊扣拖到實，忙了一天依然容光煥發。

Headline, caption and picture copy-and-pasted from Mingpao online edition.

So here we go, the 十指緊扣 again. Come on now. It's a passe. Give the readers something new, something better than "十指緊扣."

The headline is tabloid-y enough, the implication is they have sex day and night . . . fuck like rabbits. And the caption goes on to say they were busy all day but still looking fresh. Man what a great looking couple.

But please no more 十指緊扣 anymore. I can't stand it any more. I just puked all over my keyboard again.

While the world is financially shattered and gradually coming to an end, the rich and famous are having sex all day and all night . . . . Man, it's good to be rich.

News from the far side.

Taxpayers Once Again Save The Day

Taxpayers once again save the day by bailing out irresponsible financial executives. The onus of saving the nation's billionaires fall on our taxpayers, which, in turn signals relief to all the masters of the universe on Wall Street which in turn sends the Dow soaring once again. This series of bailouts proves that the US economy is really into privatizing gains and socializing loss. Their gains are always theirs but their losses are mine too. That's pretty much how this bailout economy works.

Shitty Assets Doomed CitiBank

Citibank finally is having its eponymous moment, being shitty and all. Fear not, the stock market is staging a upward swing like a sneer at Citi. Oh well, just when I am in the mid of typing up this great post, the index is have a turn around, OKAY, back up again. There is really no logical explanation to the intra day market movement except the trend is really a downward death spiral I would say. With the bailout money from the US government, hopefully comes February, Citi and all the banks would have enough money to pay out bonuses to CEOs and senior officials for a job well done.

News From The Far Side

明艷照人的李嘉欣穿著粉紅色長裙，與官仔骨骨的許晉亨全程在花車上十指緊扣，恩愛非常

Picture and caption copy-and-pasted from mingpao online edition.

I can't funtion as a blogger if you were to pry my ctrl c and v keys from my notebook.

Whenever and wherever I see "十指緊扣" I can't help but throw up all over.  I seriously challenge the Hong Kong tabloid to use something else, it's about time, come on now.  Give us something other than "十指緊扣."  Oop, I puked again just now.  All over my keyboard.

While the world as we know it crashes and burns in this financial clusterfuck, the rich and famous reminds us that they are not only different but seriously better than the rest of us.  Eat your heart out people.

News from the far side II.

Online Retailers Gone Spam Crazy

I have never in my young tender life received so much spam telling me to make my dick bigger or lose some 10 pounds in 2 weeks. All the online spammers are in a mad dash to fight for my pocket money this depressing holiday season, yeah right it's pocket money because the banks are just sucking balls now. It's unprecedented, it's outrageous, it's capitalism at its worst and at its best. It's just schizophrenic.

The Economy Is So Bad . . .

Even ebay, the online flea market for garbage and junk, is offering a 10% discount on the winning bid via PayPal. Ebay prices have been like the stock in the DJIA, they have been seriously overpriced. I think it's time for a downward adjustment anyway. Even with the 10% coupon factored in, some of the junk can't still be a treasure from the price point of view, they need to be at least 30% off to get to a more reasonable level as far as from junk to gem is concerned.

The Red Camera Actually Exists

I thought it's all marketing BS but when I read "Robbie Cooper, a British photographer who employed a Red Camera--a very-high-resolution video camera . . . " then I know it's real--a video depicting kids paying full attention while gaming, a kid was so attentive that he teared up because he didn't blink while gaming.

Stills were made from the footage and appear in print in the NYT Sunday Magazine.

Looking at the video, I came to the sordid realization that there is no such thing as attention deficit disorder, only you can't get their attention.

About Books

Culled from the comments I have written . . . .

Never buy a book you don't intend to or can't finish. It's a waste of natural resources, a waste of your living space and in the end a reminder of how pathetic you are.

Borrow from the library.

Owning books don't make you an intellectual, reading them may.

From the hopelessly illiterate.

Usually I don't have the above problem or what I perceive as a problem, as I don't buy books for decor reason. I just bought some lately for reading, probably inspired by other bloggers I come to aspire to.

On my recent book buying experience . . . .

I don’t even trust myself, usually what people say and what people do are different if not totally opposite. Let me tell you how and under what circumstances I bought my most recent books . . . .
I was on my way to McDonald’s having my dietary equivalent of a slow suicide and I passed the street vendor who usually sell books there. The man is in his 50s with questionable personal hygiene selling mostly popular titles. Regarding the source of his books, we share the Clinton military gay policy–Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. I decided to have some adventure and totally judged books by their covers and titles. I bought “Indignation” and “The Last Lecture,” totally on the strength of its title and cover. I didn’t even know “The Last Lecture” was on the best seller list and the fact that the backstory of the story is bigger than the story itself. The first one turns out to be an excellent short story at least in my mind. The Last Lecture is a book that can make a manly man like yours truly wells up in the train, more than once. Usually I avoid reading any self-help and preaching book at all cost because no manly man can tolerate people telling him what to do with his life, but The “Last Lecture” turns out to be a very fine read. There is nothing like an intelligent dead man talking to you.
Then I bought Ansel Adams’ “The Picture” from a library booksale, it cost $3. It was almost like an insult to the master, because we are talking about greatest American photographer Ansel Adams here. But I guess we shouldn’t judge a book by how much it was sold, Jane Austin was like 3 for $1, so there you have it. I also picked up “Bag of Bones” by the King, $1, just, it’s hardcover and an inch and a half thick, it looks tremendous and substantial.
If you still don’t know whether I would buy or read your book, don’t despair, I don’t either.
With warmest wishes and best of luck.
. . .
Jane Austen was once spelled like Jane Austin in the 1800s, basically Austen and Austin are interchangeable or so many people say. . . . Never mind.

My blog really sinks to a new new low, in parallel with the latest stock market trend, as I have to resort to recycling my own stuff. No amount of verbiage can deflect my own deficiency for lack of imagination. But it is what it is hope you enjoy it in the early morning.

NYT Sinks To New Low

NYT is doing its fair share of tabloid journalism or sugarcoated as media or cultural reportage. Today out of the blue, NYT has a piece on Ms. Angelina Jolie essentially telling us what we already know--how a manipulative, cunning, conniving, shrewd husband-stealing bitch that she is. Of course, not lost in between paragraphs and punctuations are also the not so subtle accusation and condemnation that People, who won the exclusive rights of publishing photographs of Brangelina's newborn twins, lost its journalistic independence by succumbing to the demands of the powerful Hollywood couple or actually only Jolie because Pitt is just Jolie's bitch, as the saying goes.

(Editor's note: personally I think Jolie is great, all the moaners and groaners can eat their hearts out. Come on, the woman is doing charity works, adopting orphans, saving kids one at a time. So leave her alone except only when she wants to be a media whore when one of her Oscar worthy flicks comes out.)

YAPITA

When I see a photograph I like, I always wonder and imagine what gear was used, under what circumstances, and by whom. If gear obsession makes me a bad photographer, so be it.

The latest photographer that got my attention is Catherine Opie. The time it takes to snap a picture may in the tenth or less than a hundredth of a second, but the time to actually make a photograph can be a life long endeavor.

YAPITA: Yet another post in the afternoon. Yes I make that up, as if the world needs another meaningless cutie acronym.

Today Is Oppsite Day

Chow time at PS 123 Lunch Room

Mr. Harry getting his cheeseburger . . .

Class monitor: Do you want ketchup?
Mr. Harry: No.
Class monitor: Today is opposite day.

Good Morning

What is so good about the morning? You dread the rays of sunlight into your room. You dread the sound of the alarm clock. You dread the day in front of you. You do all the obligatory morning rituals that remind you as frail human being. You pull out your limp dick, the only asset your dad ever gave you, to relieve yourself. Over the years, this part of your body has become just a faint memory from years back, as your stomach is getting in the way and you hardly got to see it anymore; you only grope your way down there. You have your morning coffee--that's just a polite way of saying dishwater with caffeine, so you are steady and ready to stand in line to wait for your bus, if necessary running after it, rain or shine. Just when your bus is pulling in, then you remember you forgot to take your medications . . . .

Quantum Of Solace

If you want to see a non-fun James Bond movie, this is it. Look like the whole production, director and Mr. Craig are all allergic to fun. The whole movie is way too serious and totally devoid of any fun factor for its own good. Everyone looks like his father just died. The whole movie collapses under its own self importance.

In recent years, there is this trend of rendering any action scenes in rapid cutting sequences and in close proximity of the actions a la Bourne, Jason Bourne movies; presumably letting audience into the actions, an immersive and engrossing experience if you will. I say that's just way overused and a bit of a horseshit. I say let's just watch Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, the courtyard fight scene between the two female leads, see how the fight scenes are photographed, just the cinematography, not the wire-fu. Audience generally appreciates what is happening on screen. As of late, all the actions are just a blur and then somebody drops dead and nobody knows when and how exactly.

Of the Tom Ford wardrobe that drapes 007, the nipped waist is just too much, the fine tailoring is just too much. It looks so anal that you wonder how can he even move let alone going mano-a-mano with all the badies. You see Mr. Craig on screen and you can't help but think of Mr. Tom Ford and his ever perpetually sun tanned open chest look.

There you have it, my mini review.

Hell yes this is a movie review.

New York Is Somewhat Freezing

If you are old and senile, please take care of yourself, I know I am. New York City is experiencing some minor Arctic revival now.

I want my global warming back.

Paulson, let's burn some money on Wall Street to heat up the City already.

Yeah, Paulson thinks autoworkers aren't as important as Wall Street's masters of universe. No pork money for them.

Fuji Did Send Me The Sample Film

This is a follow-up to my Photo Expo post a while ago. I promised my readers I will let them know if I actually receive any sample film from Fuji.

After Fuji scanned my pass I expected to receive only spam, like in this economic downturn, spam is the only viable food source. So I am pleasantly surprised Fuji actually mailed a couple of 120 160S just like what I asked for except I might have greedily expected them to send me a 5-pack box of them but that would be really unrealistic, wouldn't it?

Credit Crisis Is Over

I spent two minutes filling out the some credit card application, knowing that the next round of bail out from Paulson would be for consumers, and bang, I got instant credit of $10,000,000.  I here solemnly declare the credit crisis is over.  Gas is now $2.55 a gallon.  Business is back as usual.  Woo-hoo.

Autumn 2008

It was windy, I couldn't get any critical sharpness from the leaves as the wind kept blowing. I might have opted for a longer exposure so the leaves hopefully could appear as an orange blur. To bad as it is now, it not sharp yet not blurry enough.

Early Morning Blogging Just So You Got Something To Read

(Don't say I didn't do anything for you . . . )

The sullen rain outside refused to be ignored.

Late Night Blogging Just So You Got Something To Read

(Don't say I didn't do anything for you . . . )

On my way to 51st and 5th earlier today, I noticed Rockefeller has the tree up already. I can't believe the holiday season is almost here. Pretty soon or already happening, we will be bombarded by legions of retailers through every channel possible that we should shop, shop, shop and shop. I am very susceptible to advertising and so should you. The lighting ceremony will be held real soon . . . errrr December 3 that is. This year reformed fatty slash weather man Al Roker together with R&B singer slash hottie Beyonce will put the tree on fire, I mean, light the tree, and of course with an entire cast of stars, to make an event out of it. Usually every year, I will go to see the tree, to soak up the holiday spirit. It always reminded me of salmons swimming upstream when I walked on 5th Avenue in December every year.

I wish peace on Earth. I can write in complete sentences and paragraphs with accurate and correct punctuations. If I can't be interesting or entertaining at least I should try to be earnest. Do more book readings instead of reading crap online . . . .