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September 12, 2009

Filed under: North Korea,Uncategorized — ltethe @ 9:41 pm

12 hour flight.

It’s gnarly, I’m real bad on flights, anything past 3 hours and I start to wig out. Too much energy to coop up into a seat for that long.

I didn’t realize that the flight arc would take us over the Bering Strait, truly the most northernly I’ve ever ventured. Nor did I realize that we’d be over the continental US all the way till Oregon. I understand that the shortest line between two points on a globe is not the same on a map; still it trips me out all the same.

Asiana is my carrier, based out of Seoul, South Korea. Supposed to be a fancy carrier. I’ll just say that it was passable. I dunno, US domestic carriers get a bad rap, but they don’t seem to me to be terribly better or worse then their international competition.

Supposedly they serve the best bip bim bap in the sky, but again, I’ll just let you all know that it was passable. Korean TV is surprisingly decent. They must preload a bunch of shows onto hard drives stored on the plane, as the quality was always excellent, no static and loss of picture as you venture out of the continental US, like you get when you fly domestic. Or maybe they’ve got some Korean voodoo.

The tech blogs would have you believe that South Korea/Japan is miles ahead of us, especially insofar as cell phones go, but I saw a surprising crush of iPhones everywhere here. Guess we finally caught up in that regard.

Seoul International Airport

Seoul International Airport

Arrival in Incheon, (suburb of Seoul) where the international airport is located was largely uneventful, but you get an immediate feeling of newness and grandeur. This rivals and surpasses the best airports I’ve seen in the US (DIA, Austin, Albany), supposedly it ranks #1 or #2 in the world for how nice it is.



Quarantine checkpoint.

Quarantine checkpoint.

Right away upon disembarking you hit quarantine screening. They’re on the look out for flu, bird flu, swine flu, influenza, Ian flu, any flu. Lotta peeps in those hospital masks covering their faces, each checkpoint has infrared cams that can detect anyone with a fever. They are for serious.




It’s striking how clean the airport is, wood panel floors, designer airport benches that let you sleep on them, nice bathrooms (with fake wood paneling.) Playgrounds for the kiddies. Seoul International Airport is the picture of modernity.

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Finally the sun is rising, my first sunlight in 18 hours. Looks kinda hazy outside. Cute little cars everywhere. Time to scrounge up… Breakfast? Lunch? I dunno. I had two dinners last night, I had a shitty omelette on the plane… I understand jet lag finally, it’s kinda like working for a week straight, you start to lose track of the time and day.

Next stop, Beijing.

March 6, 2009

Updating the archive.

Filed under: Uncategorized — ltethe @ 8:13 am

Myspace is dead to me. The only reason why I haven’t put it out of its misery is because I realize I have a lot of blog entries on it that I would like preserved… Not knowing any automated way to bring the blog over, I’m copying the entries over one by one…

Which is amusing, perusing the old blogs certainly allows for some nostalgic trips.

But as of now the clock is ticking. My Myspace account will live as long as it takes me to get all the blog content off of it.

January 11, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — ltethe @ 8:27 pm

oOOooo…

A blog. So now I can pretend that you all are interested in what I’m noodling on, and you all can pretend you’re interested.

 

But there’s nothing here now, so neither one of us has to pretend anything yet.

Phew.

May 22, 2006

Stolen!

Filed under: Uncategorized — ltethe @ 11:37 pm

I’ve been on a string of stolen blogs lately… But this one is fucking hilarious and worthy of sharing.

A CHRISTIAN DEMOCRAT: You have two cows. You keep one and give one to your neighbor.

A SOCIALIST: You have two cows. The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.

AN AMERICAN REPUBLICAN: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. So what?

AN AMERICAN DEMOCRAT: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You feel guilty for being successful. You vote people into office who tax your cows, forcing you to sell one to raise money to pay the tax. The people you voted for then take the tax money and buy a cow and give it to your neighbor. You feel righteous.

A COMMUNIST: You have two cows. The government seizes both and provides you with milk.

A FASCIST: You have two cows. The government seizes both and sells you the milk. You join the underground and start a campaign of sabotage.

DEMOCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government taxes you to the point you have to sell both to support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow, which was a gift from your government.

CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.

BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government takes them both, shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, then pours the milk down the drain.

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.

A FRENCH CORPORATION: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.

A JAPANESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create clever cow cartoon images called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.

A GERMAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.

A BRITISH CORPORATION: You have two cows. They are mad. They die. Pass the shepherd’s pie, please.

AN ITALIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are. You break for lunch.

A RUSSIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.

A SWISS CORPORATION: You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for storing them.

A BRAZILIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You enter into a partnership with an American corporation. Soon you have 1000 cows and the American corporation declares bankruptcy.

AN INDIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You worship both of them.

A CHINESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported on them.

AN ISRAELI CORPORATION: There are these two Jewish cows, right? They open a milk factory, an ice cream store, and then sell the movie rights. They send their calves to Harvard to become doctors. So, who needs people?

AN ARKANSAS CORPORATION: You have two cows. That one on the left is kinda cute.

May 15, 2006

Numbers numbers numbers

Filed under: Uncategorized — ltethe @ 11:35 pm

how old were you when you first…..

FELL IN LOVE – 13

LOST SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOU – …

DRANK ALCOHOL- 5

SMOKED WEED – Never

GOT KISSED- 5

WENT TO THE HOSPITAL- 8

GOT YOUR HEART BROKEN – 13

LOST A PET – 9

GOT ARRESTED – Never

SMOKED A CIGARETE – Never

BROKE A BONE – Not yet

GOT A JOB – 16

GOT CHEATED ON – I don’t think i have

CHEATED ON SOMEONE – Never

GOT A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND – 5

RODE THE CITY BUS – 10

WENT TO A CONCERT – 19

MET SOMEONE FAMOUS – 10 She wasn’t famous at the time.

GOT IN A CAR CRASH – Never

DYED YOUR HAIR – never

RODE IN AN AIRPLANE – 4

WENT TO ANOTHER COUNTRY – 23!

HOW MANY LONG TERM RELATIONSHIPS HAVE YOU BEEN IN- 0

HOW MANY TIMES HAS YOUR HEART BEEN BROKEN – 2

HOW MANY PETS DO U HAVE – 0

HOW MANY PEOPLE DO YOU HATE – 0

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE U GOT DUMPED – 1

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE U DUMPED SOMEONE – 4

May 12, 2006

Heros

Filed under: Uncategorized — ltethe @ 3:21 pm

Steve Jobs has been a hero of mine for close to 15 years now. When I first learned that he created Apple computer, a bold company that stood in the path of mediocrity and standards, I had respect for him. The day after he came back to Apple after being fired from Apple over 15 years earlier, was the day I inducted him officially into Ian’s hero hall of fame. The man has a lot about him to inspire all of us. The following text is from a commencement ceremony that I stole from Valerie, I’ve seen it for a while, but Val has reminded me that this is worth sharing with everyone.

“You’ve got to find what you love,” Jobs says

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting…

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something: your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation the Macintosh a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960′s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Next up, Julius Ceaser’s address to the class of 30 B.C. to the Third Triumvate war college where he talks about the importance of keeping good friends around you as key to any successful rise to power.

May 11, 2006

I’m going HOME!

Filed under: Uncategorized — ltethe @ 3:19 pm

It’s official! May 20th, I’m going back to LA!

11 months in this OC place. 11 months of crashing out on couches on the weekend (thanks Yuki)

11 months of living 50 fucking miles away from the traveling rings.

You cannot possibly imagine the relief I feel at this point. When I lived in LA, I just thought of it as another place, and the OC yet another place where I chased opportunity, but time has proven that LA is somewhat more then just a place, and the OC somewhat less.

Anywho, the 20th I’m installed in Mariner’s Village in Marina Del Rey. Many thanks to Jess for giving me the grand tour and Bob for planting the seeds of the idea to move there.

Outta my way! I MUST PACK!

May 2, 2006

Immigration battle lines.

Filed under: Uncategorized — ltethe @ 11:51 pm

Some of you know I’m pretty political. Some of you on here are pretty politcal as well. Recently I’ve found myself in protracted debates with family members over immigration and they are opinions and ideas that I am sufficiently impassioned about to share to the public at large. Excerpts from my correspondences will follow for the next few weeks for anyone curious as to my political ideology. (I know, I’m a strange brand of republican.)

*Excerpts follow*

And Russians were not allowed to leave the USSR under most circumstances, and certainly no westerners, or any foreigners were allowed any sort of free reign to live, work, or visit in the USSR, yet we still welcomed any Russian citizen barring ultra sensitive individuals that could lead to the outbreak of outright war.

I do not see how the despotic actions of other nations should in any way dictate how we treat our own immigrants. Many nations believe in torture, that does not mean that we should tolerate the practice in our nation. If our nation is supposed to be a nation of ideals (especially the ideals of your parents and grandparents) then we should never let the actions of other nations serve as examples of how we should conduct our affairs.

Life is complicated, living in a melting pot country is even moreso. If you ever have an opportunity to rent the Academy Award winning movie “Crash” I highly recommend it. To a large extent, it gives a decent representation of how life in LA is like.

For the past 9 months I’ve lived in a neighborhood that is 90ispanic. I live next door to an elderly immigrant couple that work hard to scrape a living here in the US, they’ve become home owners, and have quietly but proudly built their life. Their son is a hardened criminal. Supposedly on the run from the law for violent crimes in his past and looks plenty the part. His parents have disowned him, but he spent a month hiding from the law in their home when they went to tend to family back in Mexico. During that month I got to know him. I never discovered what his crime was, but he regularly held my FedEx packages, some of extreme market value for me since I was at work all the time. With gang tattoos criss crossing his body, a wife beater and a heavy accent he was the picture perfect of what the US dosen’t particularly want in this country, and while I paid carefull attention to his activities for a brief time, I quickly determined that he wasn’t a harm to person or property in the neighborhood and never reported him to the authorities. Once I knew him, he was trustworthy enough and never brought anything particularly unpleasent to the neighborhood.

I present this story to you just so you can get a better picture of the environment I live in. It is easy to speak of ideals and perfect societies from the opposite side of a picket fence, but when you live in that environment, the lines become much more complicated and the personalities become more, personal.

I can’t, and won’t support any legislation that strives to seperate people by social class, racial distinction, or economic status. I will be moving back to the melting pot of LA to find an apartment back in the heart of West Los Angeles, because it is only by living with the individuals that compromise the educational and industrial backbone of a city, that you can appreciate the day to day struggle that goes on a microcosm level. Venice is a particularly great neighborhood, with multi-million dollar houses next door to rent controled low income housing where 8 familes live illegally under one roof to make the rent. It is this diversification of enonomic strata that allows us to best understand our fellow neighbors.

A fence to me seems to me to be a tool of the insecure. Only those that are afraid of losing something have need of such things. These illegal immigrants speak the wrong language, that don’t have social security numbers, they don’t have 12 years of education, they don’t have any contacts in this nation that could help them up the social economic ladder. Most of the immigrants, if lucky will become upper lower income citizens that only can hope that their children succeed them, I fail to see how such individuals are a threat to my well being in any shape or form. They bring a burning desire to do better for themselves, which I find highly admirable. They bring riff raff as well, but then, we have plenty in this country as well.

Given the time, I could refute every point of the letter to senator Frist from personal experience. Is America the world’s police? No it is not. Is it the world’s lifeboat? No it is not. But the struggles of a people are easy to dismiss untill you see the crying eyes, you see the hope for a dream, and you listen to the story. Because no two stories are alike, and no story is as simple as what that Border Patrol agent tries to paint.

We turned against the flood of Chinese immigrants, we turned against the flood of Irish, we turned against the flood of italians, we turned against the jews, we turned against the Blacks, today we turn against the Hispanics. In time the US will integrate them, and it will be a Hispanic majority that turns its ire toward the next immigrating population. History never fails to repeat itself.

But today the lines and the issue is clear. Holding onto the past has always been a losing equation that is eventually conquered by successive generations. Repeating the follies of the past is counterproductive, I must follow a path that is not only compassionate, non xenophobic, but practical to our economic condition.

EDIT 10/28/09: Gotta love how a shitty economy rendered this whole argument moot.

May 1, 2006

In Memory of:

Filed under: Uncategorized — ltethe @ 11:53 pm

Stephanie Knowles

RIP

A brighter light that turned the frost to brilliant sparkles of dew.

You are missed.

EDIT 10/28/09: Shit. I don’t have a clue who Stephanie Knowles is or was. Sorry.

In Memory of:

Filed under: Uncategorized — ltethe @ 11:49 pm

Stephanie Knowles

RIP

A brighter light that turned the frost to brilliant sparkles of dew.

You are missed.

EDIT 10/28/09: Shit. I don’t have a clue who Stephanie Knowles is or was. Sorry.

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