A dumb “meme” that I couldn’t resist doing: using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title.

1. Your Artist: new order
2. Are you male or female? the him
3. Describe yourself: someone like you
4. How do you feel about yourself: doubts even here
5. Name one thing you are not: true faith
6. What is the best advice you have to give: every little counts
7. The first thing you think of when you wake up: leave me alone
8. If you could go anywhere, where would you go: all the way
9. Your favorite form of transportation: 60 miles an hour
10. Your best friend is: mr disco
11. Your favorite color is: everything’s gone green
12. What’s the weather like: sunrise
13. If your life were a TV show, what would it be called: blue monday
14. What is life to you: regret
15. Describe where you currently live: rock the shack
16. If you could change your name, what would it be: krafty
17. Your favorite food is: temptation
18. How I would like to die: dream attack
19. My soul’s present condition: in a lonely place
20. How would you describe your love life: world (price of love)

 

- Make sure Nora and E are healthy and happy
- Continue my return to making music, as I have been the last few months
- Continue to improve at fencing (and, to that end, improve my strength and endurance via workouts)
- More track or autocross than in 2008
- Bring the family budget under control and plan for the next couple of years and long term (college fund!)
- Keep learning at work and help make my company a huge success
- Somehow find time for my own stuff, for E and our joint projects, for travel, for Nora, and for all our friends and still sleep, eat, and work

As I assume most of you know, we jews have our own traditions about this time of year. No, I don't mean chanukah, though that can be nice; I mean jewish christmas. What is jewish christmas? chinese food and a movie. that's all we ask, chinese food and a movie. it rules; the chinese restaurants are always full of chinese and jews, and that's it. there's something about chinese food that really cuts through the relentless schmaltz of this season. though I have to say in recent years you christ types have been really infringing on the movie part. it appears that everyone wants to get out of the house and away from family, because frankly I've been seeing too many garish reindeer sweaters at jewish christmas not to be suspicious.

So anyway, this year, the grinch (another name for jesus, I assume) tried his best to take away jewish christmas. first he dumped a ton of snow on us (screw you, bing crosby) and kept dumping and dumping, just to make it extra difficult and dangerous to actually go anywhere. what the hell, isn't that what canada is for? and next, if you can believe it, he closed the one good neighborhood chinese restaurant on christmas. closed! on christmas! what the hell kind of chinese are you anyway? I won't even go into the movie situation, which came down to the options of some three hour brad pitt epic, a mediocre children's movie about a mouse, or a will smith film that one reviewer called the most morally repugnant film he'd seen in years.

but jewish jesus came through for us in the form of the hop thanh market. bok choy, gai lan, chinese sausage, a bunch of leftovers, and a rice cooker -- and we had magic jewish christmas fried rice. sure, it's not quite as good as lounging around in a quality chinese restaurant while the christ types say their mass or whatever, but we ended up having a good time. and of course the best thing about jewish christmas is you can have it whenever you want. thanks jewish jesus!

I am thankful to be basically happy, secure, and safe when many people are not. I'm thankful to be able to enjoy the things I do largely free from worry. And most of all, I'm thankful to be able to share my life and good fortune with E and project B, with family, and with great friends. And pie.

When your coach says it, "one more time" is always a lie.

Funk-related injuries are a sure sign of increasing age.

Hell, let's make it a trilogy: an article on several different approaches to "scientific" matchmaking, which is just sort of interesting to read.

And as long as we're reading dubious articles about love and sex, how about this one claiming that women really just aren't as interested in sex as men. I think it really fundamentally just isn't that true, but I think she does say some true things, for example about the way that we've developed an idea of the "empowered sexual woman" that may have more to do with men's porn than women's reality.

I'm not sure what I think about this column arguing that women should be more willing to settle for pretty-good men, but it was an interesting read.

RW sent me this interview with a guy who spent a year following every rule in the bible (and here's the book). It's insane, but also pretty interesting. I especially found his comment about wearing white interesting, that the way you look and behave affects the way you think. I in particular like to think of myself as purely self-driven and rational, and systematically underestimate the effect on me of external emotional factors (e.g. seattle weather, or having a good haircut). But I really liked what he says about the bible giving him structure; I'm one who often has a lot of ideas floating around but can slip into a sort of structureless mess. I can see where putting some rules and rigidity around things not makes it easier to not slack off, but makes you feel better about doing the things you want to do but are too lazy to organize.

and now there follows a long IM discussion with E about rational choice, precommitment, the paradox of choice, and structuring parts of your life so that your future less-rational self can't undo your decisions. and how that relates to things like buying ice cream at the store and going to the gym when you don't feel like it. which I won't reproduce here because it gets kind of personal. but hey, interesting stuff.

The thing is, there are all sorts of things (things, experiences, sensations, relationships -- all sorts of things) in life that I desire. But here is the dilemma:
- attaining these things rarely provides anything but the most transitory satisfaction
- not attaining them causes a feeling of dissatisfaction out of all proportion
- trying to remove them from my perception so I don't even think to desire them seems to leave life seeming pale and dull

so, what the heck do I do? your thoughts please.

I've been thinking about "flow" a lot lately. It started with David Rakoff's essay "Martha, My Dear" in Don't Get Too Comfortable. He's talking about his hobby of "making stuff" and says, "During the act of making something, I experience a kind of blissful absence of self and a loss of time. ...I almost never get this feeling any other way. I once spent sixteen hours making 150 wedding invitations by hand and was not for one instant of that time tempted to eat or look at my watch." He later uses the word "flow" and cites Csikszentmihalyi.
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I hereby declare that spring is with us. We've had a few days of gorgeous weather, I've started going out without a jacket, but tonight I participated in a real ritual of impending summer: walking around eating an ice cream cone. S and I went out for dinner (to Chun, the sushi place near u. village where Thai Dusit used to be; it was good, though fairly basic in its menu, no Mashiko-style adventure). Afterward we went to u.village, got ice cream at ben & jerry's, and walked around gauging the degree of u. village's Xtreme yuppiness. For one thing, they've got a crate & barrel, a williams-sonoma, a pottery barn, and a restoration hardware. what mall needs all that? for another, I think they're up to 4 starbuckses. and this is not a large mall. I remember when u.village was a seedy little place. One day I went there to get some nails and the actual hardware store that used to be there (remember ernst?) was gone, but a restoration hardware had appeared. restoration hardware, despite its name, does not have nails. and back then everything cost a nickel.

we're over-fastidious about the word "perfect". To often we save it for, you know, big perfections, when there are so many little ones. There are several pop songs that, every time I hear them, I think "that song is a perfect what-it-is"; it may not be a perfect, or even a great, song, but it's perfectly what it is. whatever that means. anyway, today was a perfect day. I had a great day of high performance driving school, where for 8-9 hours I didn't think about anything but cars and turn-in points and throttle control and trying not to get too wet... and not one thought about all the various stresses and excitements (good and bad) that usually make a hubbub in my head.

oddly enough, the point when I said to myself "today was perfect" wasn't a during or at the end of driving school but when, once I was home, I decided I would get a pizza from my favorite pizza place. I can't convey exactly why racing + relaxing with a movie and pizza makes for a little perfect day, but maybe you understand.

yes, it's xmas, and while most of you are doing your, you know, xmas things, the jew is cooking and catching up on his LJ

Note to self: don't bring a knife to a gunfight.

Well I woke up at 4:00 for some reason and lay in bed unable to sleep, my head buzzing with depression (if that's not too oxymoronic a phrase). but there's little depression that can't be forgotten at least for a little while in a good book, and I can forget about the alarming rate at which people seem to be departing my life lately for a bit. I don't look forward to trying to sleep again, but I don't really look forward to spending the day tired either.

From a slate article on the effects of gender bias on women's ambition:

"Another study examined how stereotype threat affected Asian-American women's performance on math tasks. When subjects were asked questions related to Asian identity before taking the test (prompting the stereotype that Asians are good at math), their performance went up. When asked questions related to gender (prompting the stereotype that women are bad at math), their performance went down."

Fortunately, these bias effects can seemingly be mitigated:

"many of these studies suggest that bias' effects on performance and self-perception are, like a stain, fairly responsive to spot treatment. In Schmader's word-memorization study, a third group was told that exposure to stereotypes might lead women to underperform. In this group, the women and men scored equally well, suggesting that awareness of bias may mitigate its effect."

There are a lot more interesting bits of data in the article.

Today:
- Our regular Monday morning one-hour meeting only took two hours
- I saw a cyclist wait at a red light even when no cars were coming
- My doctor's office did an audit, determined I had been overbilled, and sent me money

What should I be doing with my last three hours and fourteen minutes of being in my early 30s? not posting to my LJ, I'm thinking.