The good thing about guitar is that as long as you know some chords, you can strum some ok progressions to entertain yourself. But after a while I realized how limited I know about music theory. I was playing Am G F G , and thought that the second G sounds kind of weak, and think that maybe I need to play something else, but couldn't come up with something nice to replace that second G. Sigh.
Well, at least I contentiously messing with my guitar everyone. That's better than not practicing.
The quality of internet connection in this town house is like a cheesy theme park roller coaster. It goes up and down, but never high enough to amuse me.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Pessimistic
For some totally unexplainable reason, I kept thinking about raising a cat or even a kid these days. Maybe my biological clock of fatherhood is starting to kick in these days. Still, I am very conscious about the responsibility, consequence and trade off of having something to raise, and consciously decided that this is probably a bad moment to do something like that. Call me selfish, but I am still not ready to give up my freedom for raising another life,
A friend was complaining about the cold treatment from some old friends as he didn't get the enthusiastic response he expected for his homecoming trip. My take is like, first of all, he goes to his hometown frequent enough that it isn't such a "precious thing" seeing him coming back. Then, he has a tendency to show up only when he needs help from the others. (I, by contrast, don't look for the others even when I need help.) Friendship is a two way street. You can call it utilitarianism, but the among of effort to pay on sustaining a friendship usually equals to the treatment you received. It's just fair. Just because you show up in front of some old friends doesn't necessary mean that they have to treat you like prince. I know it because I experienced something similar when I was younger. You might complain how cold heart your old friends are, until you start walking on their shoes later, and found that you don't find as much enthusiastic about some old folks who suddenly pops up in your busy life.
After all these years I learned to set my expectation really low and don't bother expecting much from people in general.
Still, precious the friendship you have right now right this moment. Stop craving about the past, and don't expect too much for the future. Just work on what you have right here, right now. As a thirty something, I am old enough to be pessimistic about human nature.
A friend was complaining about the cold treatment from some old friends as he didn't get the enthusiastic response he expected for his homecoming trip. My take is like, first of all, he goes to his hometown frequent enough that it isn't such a "precious thing" seeing him coming back. Then, he has a tendency to show up only when he needs help from the others. (I, by contrast, don't look for the others even when I need help.) Friendship is a two way street. You can call it utilitarianism, but the among of effort to pay on sustaining a friendship usually equals to the treatment you received. It's just fair. Just because you show up in front of some old friends doesn't necessary mean that they have to treat you like prince. I know it because I experienced something similar when I was younger. You might complain how cold heart your old friends are, until you start walking on their shoes later, and found that you don't find as much enthusiastic about some old folks who suddenly pops up in your busy life.
After all these years I learned to set my expectation really low and don't bother expecting much from people in general.
Still, precious the friendship you have right now right this moment. Stop craving about the past, and don't expect too much for the future. Just work on what you have right here, right now. As a thirty something, I am old enough to be pessimistic about human nature.
There are times ...
There are times when you wake up, and you feel like down, feeling ignored, feel like the world is against you, and you are not worthy. The kind of day can come in no particular reason at all. It just come. That's when reading or listening to stories about others that really help. Try This American Life, a podcast of story about people in America. They were not stories about heroes, instead they are about ordinary living their life. Listening to story about the others really help giving you another perspective about being a human, instead of continuously drilling into the spiral of your own little problem.
I wonder if there are podcast like this about people in other countries.
I wonder if there are podcast like this about people in other countries.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Tablet PC at Sunday service
這個星期日我首次帶我的Tablet PC往星期日的崇拜。我的理念是:我的資訊工具應該要有能力溶入我生活的所有層面,否則那件所件工具就變成了純誶玩具。我用Tablet PC寫筆記,效果尚算不俗。不過現在不過是英語崇拜,終極試驗將會是在中文崇拜後,看看Tablet PC的電源是否仍然健在。
It seems like that when I do handwriting recognition, Chinese hod recognition seems to work much better than the English one. Maybe it's partly because my English handwriting is just that bad.
The weight of the Tablet PC is also a problem hinder me from using the Tablet PC more frequently. This makes my Pocket PC a much better candidate as a daily life information tool.
So after using the Tablet PC for two consecutive Sunday service, my Tablet PC still have 57% of battery left (estimate 2:09 hours of usage) which is darn good, but consider that I didn't really heavily using it (besides using to read NIV bible and take notices), I would say I much rather carrying my Pocket PC to accomplish the EXACT SAME tasks. So no more Tablet PC church.
I wasn't sleeping well last night for some reason. So l took the opportunity to practice a little bit of stretching. It was pretty nice and l got some nice practice done.
I went to Fries Electronic today and played with iPod Touch for a short while. I still found it a very nice device, but US$299 for 8Gb of memory is just way too expansive.
It seems like that when I do handwriting recognition, Chinese hod recognition seems to work much better than the English one. Maybe it's partly because my English handwriting is just that bad.
The weight of the Tablet PC is also a problem hinder me from using the Tablet PC more frequently. This makes my Pocket PC a much better candidate as a daily life information tool.
So after using the Tablet PC for two consecutive Sunday service, my Tablet PC still have 57% of battery left (estimate 2:09 hours of usage) which is darn good, but consider that I didn't really heavily using it (besides using to read NIV bible and take notices), I would say I much rather carrying my Pocket PC to accomplish the EXACT SAME tasks. So no more Tablet PC church.
I wasn't sleeping well last night for some reason. So l took the opportunity to practice a little bit of stretching. It was pretty nice and l got some nice practice done.
I went to Fries Electronic today and played with iPod Touch for a short while. I still found it a very nice device, but US$299 for 8Gb of memory is just way too expansive.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Strange dream
Once in a while, I will have dream so strange that even I couldn't comprehend. I had one of those last night.
First of all, the setting of the dream so strange that I didn't know what it is. In fact the location morph as my dream progress. Basically it's like a shelter like those hosted by YMCA. So I was living there. Yet I was totally aware that I was about to leave, and didn't feel like I was attached to that place at all.
At then somehow I feel like I was about to leave, so I start packing up my stuff, only to find out that my stuff got moved around, and I couldn't find my belongings at the spot I used to find my stuff. I got pretty pissed, if not straight out blastic. I checked around, and found that the place already morphed into some church center where fellowships were being hosting. I saw people lining up to get food for party. Most of these people were teenagers, and they all looked at me as if my existence at that place is so out-of-place. Finally I found my stuff at my sleeping spot, and saw my MOM was sleeping at my spot. She was playing some portable video game device, and kind of ignore me when I told her that I was about to leave.
So I left through some strange elevator that looks like elevator in industrial building. And at that moment, I realized that I was still wearing some dance wear (the kind that I wear in dance class) underneath.
That's basically my dream. Dreams like these usually mean something that bothers me but was being suppressed by my subconscious. I wonder what that is.
First of all, the setting of the dream so strange that I didn't know what it is. In fact the location morph as my dream progress. Basically it's like a shelter like those hosted by YMCA. So I was living there. Yet I was totally aware that I was about to leave, and didn't feel like I was attached to that place at all.
At then somehow I feel like I was about to leave, so I start packing up my stuff, only to find out that my stuff got moved around, and I couldn't find my belongings at the spot I used to find my stuff. I got pretty pissed, if not straight out blastic. I checked around, and found that the place already morphed into some church center where fellowships were being hosting. I saw people lining up to get food for party. Most of these people were teenagers, and they all looked at me as if my existence at that place is so out-of-place. Finally I found my stuff at my sleeping spot, and saw my MOM was sleeping at my spot. She was playing some portable video game device, and kind of ignore me when I told her that I was about to leave.
So I left through some strange elevator that looks like elevator in industrial building. And at that moment, I realized that I was still wearing some dance wear (the kind that I wear in dance class) underneath.
That's basically my dream. Dreams like these usually mean something that bothers me but was being suppressed by my subconscious. I wonder what that is.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Say goodbye to all the legacy cables
After keeping all these SCSI cables for years (including the days in the storage), it's time for me to throw them away. The biggest reason why I do it now it's because based on eBay's current posting, NO ONE want these cables (that seller got 0 bid on his cables). Better throw them away and get back some space in my closet.
slow Uwant ....
I wonder what is happening, since UWant the Hong Kong discussion forum is getting very slow here in Houston.
Am I getting fat?
Realized that I was running clothes to wear, I spent sometime on Friday night and then Sunday morning (after Sunday service) to buy some clothes and pants. In general, for pants, 31 (inch waist) x 30 (inch length) fits me pretty well. But somehow for khakis I prefer 31 x 32 as the longer length suits me better. For jeans that's a different story. 32 inch long jeans seemed too long for me. So I settled with 31 x 30. In fact I brought a pair of 32 x 30 jeans and I found it comfortable to wear.