Feb 20, 2007  •  In Books, Reviews

Thursday Next

Can I just say how much I love the Thursday Next books? I think this may be about the tenth time I started the series again, yet I still find something new and amusing every time.

An excerpt from Wikipedia:

Thursday Next is the protagonist in the series of novels by Jasper Fforde. Thursday is an agent with the Swindon SpecOps department 27, the Literary Detectives or LiteraTecs, which means she investigates cases that seem rather bizarre but are perfectly normal in this parallel world such as illegal book trafficking, bootleg poetry etc.

Thursday lives in a parallel late-eighties, where England has been fighting the Crimean War for more than a hundred years with a Russia that still has a Tsar, there is no United Kingdom, Wales has become the “People’s Republic Of Wales”, England is a republic with President-for-Life George Formby as head of state and apparently Operation Sealion was carried out successfully. In the world of Thursday Next, literature is a much more popular medium than in our world.

Did you read that last sentence? “In the world of Thursday next, literature is a much more popular medium than in our world.” A world where thousands of people make pilgrimages to gawk at original manuscripts. Where participating in Shakespearean theater is considered a fun and trendy event. Where the kidnapping of one of the most beloved figures in literature, Jane Eyre, would be declared a national tragedy.

Don’t you love it? Well, if you’re a true bookworm like myself you would. 😉

There are four books in the series: The Eyre Affair, Lost in a Good Book, The Well of Lost Plots, and Something Rotten.

If you’re at all familiar with literature and is an avid reader, you would love the Thursday Next books as well. There are numerous references, puns, and satirization of famous works and authors. In addition, the world that Fforde has webbed around Thursday is so imaginative and outrageous that you cannot help but marvel at his genius.

Fforde has written two spin-offs of the Thursday Next series: The Big Over Easy and The Fourth Bear. While I don’t believe they are as good as the Thursday Next books, they are still very entertaining. The first book is a mystery based around Humpty Dumpty’s fall, and the second deals with the Gingerbread Man.

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Feb 17, 2007  •  In Finance, Korean, Personal

Koreans and The Man

In my last post, I talked about the Korean kye. Many people may wonder why I would not just deposit the money into a high-yielding savings account or stocks/bonds.

The thing is, a kye is more about camaraderie, trust, and the sense of jung (one of the most difficult words to translate – loosely, it means warm sentiments, emotions, and attachments – a very important quality in the Korean culture). Even if you don’t profit at the end, you still join to help out your friends who may need quick cash to start a business, buy a car, etc.

And it’s another way for Koreans to stick it to The Man. Passively.

Koreans generally don’t trust financial institutions or government-endorsed solutions. With their tragic history, they have reason not to. And just when they started to change their minds and started to invest, the Asian financial crisis hit.

My generation is changing the trend. But my parents’ generation still believe that cash is the best way to go. They hate taking out loans, and will go great lengths to avoid them. They still hide money under the mattress, above the kitchen cabinets, etc. Sure, the value will most likely decrease with inflation (and they are aware of this), but they would rather that than have The Man know about the money.

And through kye‘s, Koreans can save/lend/borrow money with no papertrail. They can give a lending hand to new immigrants with no or little credit history (in fact, there are several papers out there which discuss how kye‘s were one of the driving factors in helping the first Korean immigrants start their lives in the states). Plus, the monthly meetings are great places to socialize, network, and have good food and drinks.

For more information on the kye, visit:

http://www.asianinfo.org/asianinfo/korea/fam/cooperative_organization.htm


P.S. – I don’t know why I used that picture of Kim Jong Il. Maybe because he’s a very extreme example of The Man? Oh, and it’s funny.  😀

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Feb 16, 2007  •  In Finance, Korean, Personal

Kye

When I first started working full-time my parents knew that I would have trouble saving without a rigid plan in place. And so they asked me to join a kye.

The Korean kye, which means contract or bond, is a credit rotating system built on trust and honesty. It dates back hundreds of years when it was first used to pay official grain loans and military taxes. Since then, the kye has been transformed to finance small businesses, weddings, and funerals. These days, the kye is not only a financial function but a social one as well, where members meet every month to socialize, choose the winner, and celebrate.

A typical kye has fifteen members who contribute $500 every month. The winner of the jackpot (in this case, $500 x 15 = $7,500) may be determined by lottery or a group vote. The kye will continue until every member has won once, at which the group can choose to disband or start a new kye.

So what happens if someone wins the first one and runs off with the money? This very rarely happens, for two reasons: 1.) you only join kye‘s with people who you trust, and 2.) if you do, you will be a social outcast for the rest of your life. Everyone knows how much Koreans talk and gossip, and we all have families all over the world. Or we know someone who knows someone – unless you run away to remote place with no contact with your previous life, you will get caught and there will be consequences.

I’ve heard of million-dollar kye‘s in LA where people try to run off with the money and get caught. I’ve also heard of $50 kye‘s in Korea among high school girls who pool the money for plastic surgery.

What is in it for the last person to win? Being the last person to win is no different than just saving that money, right? Well, you can do it for social reasons. Or you can change the rules a bit so that the first person to win gets the least money, with the jackpot going up just a bit more each month (similar to an interest-based savings system). This is beneficial to those who need a quick loan (without credit checks or anything added into your credit history), as well as to those who want to earn some interest without the aid of a financial institution.

The kye that I’ve joined will enable me to accumulate enough money over time to pay for a down payment on a house or an apartment. I trust my parents and their friends, and without the money sitting in an account that is easily accessible, I really do think that this is a good financial plan for me, at least in the short run.

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Feb 13, 2007  •  In Personal, Shopping

Seamless

Hi, my name is Jenny and I don’t like Victoria’s Secret. I think their bras and underwear are overpriced, ill-fitting, and over-hyped. I can see how the American public can be drawn to Vicky’s by their mass advertising and their gorgeous models. I mean, c’mon – how many guys do you know who don’t stop whatever they’re doing and absently stare, drooling at the screen whenever a Victoria’s Secret commercial comes on TV? Heck, I would probably jump on Adriana Lima if I ever saw her in person. But their products? Not so good.

To all men who are reading this – bra shopping is not fun. I’m sure you all have wild fantasies about girls trying on bras together in tubs of KY Jelly, but in reality it’s almost as bad as swimsuit shopping. Not only are you in a constant rush to change as quickly as possible (because who wants to be caught topless by a stranger when they opens the door without knocking?), but it’s almost impossible to get a good idea of how something fits when everything has those damn sensor tags on them. Then there are the unflattering lights that magnify every little imperfection on your body while pictures of size-0 models blaze down at you.

To add to the insult, I’m not sure if my boobs are just shaped weird or what. But I’ve always had trouble finding seamless bras. By that, I mean bras that don’t show through thin shirts.

There are two areas in particular that bother me like no other: the top of the cups, and the sides. Ladies, you all know what I’m talking about when I write about the bra bulge. Like when women wear bras that are too small for them and their fat hangs over the bra straps in the back. Eww. This is such a pet peeve of mine that I sometimes wear bras that are larger than my actual size to avoid this.

The lines formed by the top of the cups can easily be eliminated by wearing unpadded bras. I don’t need any help in the chest department so I want to wear unpadded bras. However, there is a big problem with unpadded/unlined bras:


(Although this picture of Jessica Alba is pretty hot,
you can’t help but think to yourself that she must be a tad chilly.)

I’ve been searching for the perfect bra since I donned my first trainer bra at the age of 11. A slightly lined/padded, comfortable, SEAMLESS bra. This mission becomes even more impossible when seeking strapless bras. *Sigh* I wish I were born a guy.

I had been dreading going bra-shopping for some time now, but I really need some new bras. Seriously. Like, the elastic on some of my bras aren’t stretchy anymore. And some of them have little holes. (Don’t you wish you were my boyfriend?)

But there is some hope. I discovered that Frederick’s of Hollywood was having a huge sale. Alas, I will continue on my quest by trying this line. In addition, they carry the NuBra:

I’ve been meaning to try for a while now. And it’s on sale for $49.99!

While my order takes its time getting here, does anyone have any suggestions for seamless bras? Any help would be appreciated.

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Feb 12, 2007  •  In Food, NYC, Reviews

BonChon Chicken

Last Wednesday, the NYTimes had an article about Korean-style friend chicken. The word soon spread and I read about it again and again on the Gothamist, Curbed, and other blogs I read regularly.

I started salivating as soon as I read the article. See, my parents used to run a friend chicken place back when we were still living in Korea. My sister and I used to walk there every day and pig out, probably making a big cut in their profits. Since then, we’ve always craved Korean-style chicken – our mother’s garlic sauce slathered on the hot, crisp chicken, with a side of cool, refreshing moo (pickled radish) was just unbeatable.

Needless to say, I had to check out these chicken establishments. So J and I stopped by BonChon Chicken on 5th Ave and 32nd St on Saturday.

The decor was very modern and trendy, suited more for a bar/lounge than a fried chicken establishment (I later found out that the space had been used as a Korean bar before BonChon). We arrived around 4-ish, and were very lucky to have beaten the crowd. Soon after we sat down, a line started to form and the crowd became agitated.

Because they make the chicken after you order, it usually takes 20 minutes for your chicken to arrive. However, the NYTimes article brought a lot of extra publicity and so they were short-staffed and unprepared. To put it bluntly, the service was pretty bad. Luckily, J and I got our order in less than 30 minutes, but most people were waiting a lot longer than that. Several just left, complaining that it was taking too long.

But the chicken? Mmmmm….


(image via the BonChon website)

Delicious! It was crisp, light, and the seasoning was perfect. I made sure to ask for extra moo, and maybe I asked for too much, because they ran out of moo soon after.

They have two kinds of seasoning: spicy, and soy and garlic. I definitely recommend the soy and garlic one…the spicy seasoning was a bit too spicy for even my Korean tastebuds. Well, scratch that, since I am a spicy food lover. I think it may be because I’m so used to American-style hot buffalo wings that the different type of spiciness threw me off guard.

I ordered some extra and took some home for my parents. Despite the fact that the chicken was cold by the time we got home, the skin was till crisp and light. My parents loved it.

Luckily, my office is only 2 blocks from K-Town. Methinks visits to BonChon will become a regular part of my life..

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Feb 7, 2007  •  In Funny, Personal

Two Left Feet

A long time ago in a place far, far away, a kindergarten class decided to do a dance for an upcoming recital. The choreographer had the little girls in a formation with the tallest in the middle, gradually tapering down to the shortest at the ends. The girls practiced for weeks and weeks and looked forward to showcasing their talent.

The day of the recital arrived. It was a full house. Relatives traveled from hours away to see the kids perform.

When the time came for the girls to do their dance, the teacher realized that although they had practiced many times in different rooms, they had never practiced ON STAGE. “Oh well,” she figured. “They know their routine well enough. It’s too late anyway.”

The music started, and the dance began. Then halfway through the dance, the girl at the at far left FELL OFF THE STAGE.

A collective gasp rang through the room. Flashbulbs exploded left and right. A man lifted the shocked girl onto the stage and whispered, “Keep going!”


Flash forward twenty years. Yes, I was that little girl. My family still cracks up about it. I, on the other hand, have had terrible stagefright all my life (the main reason I never pursued the piano and violin) and I STILL CAN’T DANCE.

Allow me to clarify. Sure, I have no trouble shaking my booty along with the music at clubs, where it is crowded and most eyes are elsewhere (the liquor helps too). But I can’t do choreographed sequences or follow along to simple dance steps. I mean, I can do it, but I look like an idiot.

Over the weekend J and I attended a friend’s birthday party. After dinner, the restaurant gave us free salsa and merengue lessons. The instructor would show us a few steps while we followed along.

Hmm. I’m starting to get the hang of this…

Then the instructor shouted, “Now! With your partners!”

Panic sets in.

J even said at one point, “Babe, what are you doing?”

Yeah, so I still can’t dance.

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Feb 4, 2007  •  In Personal, Relationships

The Other Arm

I’m not a very affectionate person. I don’t coo at babies. I feel uncomfortable when people stand or sit too close to me. I have trouble saying “I love you” even to my family.

And I don’t like cuddling.

Yes, that’s right. I’m a girl and I don’t like cuddling. Because I need my own space when I sleep, dammit.

This causes a bit of a problem because J is a cuddler. He loves to cuddle. He’s always begging and whining for me to cuddle with him.

Being the dutiful girlfriend that I am, (ha – that sounds funny even to me) I oblige most of the time. If he is lucky and he catches me when I’m mucho tired, I will fall asleep in this position. But when I wake up, I’m on the opposite side of the bed. See, even in my sleep I don’t like cuddling.

I guess I can see how most girls like to cuddle. You want to stay close to those you love. Or you need some tenderness after having crazy animal sex.

My typical cuddling cycle:

Cuddle starts: Mmm. This is nice.

After 2 minutes: I start getting bored and restless. I fidget. J holds me tighter so I can’t escape.

After 5 minutes: My arm (the bottom one) starts to fall asleep. I start squirming. I finally break loose of his kung fu grip.

To all the girls out there – what do you do with the other arm? The one on the bottom? Guys don’t understand this because they’re lying on their backs, as comfortable as they can be. Girls, on the other hand, have to lie on one side, with one arm below their bodies. You can’t put it in front of you, because the guy is there. You can’t put it behind you, because that’s just ridiculously uncomfortable.

It must be one of those mysteries of life. Like why we keep our mouthes open when applying mascara.

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Dec 29, 2006  •  In Colors, Geek, Personal

I Have Super Mutant Powers

…or so I think.

I had written before that I have a gift of seeing color. I always saw colors others couldn’t…but I just brushed it off as one of those weird, quirky things about me.

Now I’ve discovered that there may be a scientific explanation: I may be a tetrachromat. A what-a-mat? A genetic mutation that allows some women (sorry guys, girls only) to see 100 million colors as opposed to the normal 1 million.

Here is the full article from Pittsburgh Post-Gazette:

Some women may see 100 million colors, thanks to their genes

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

By Mark Roth, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

Susan Hogan can’t be sure, but it wouldn’t surprise her if she turned out to be a tetrachromat.

A tetrachromat is a woman who can see four distinct ranges of color, instead of the three that most of us live with.

A genetic test would be needed to verify whether Mrs. Hogan truly fits that description, but it could help explain why the interior decorator can hold up three samples of beige wall paint, “and I can see gold in one and gray in another and green in another, but my clients can’t tell the difference.”

It may be impossible for us trichromats to imagine what a four-color world would look like. But mathematics alone suggests the difference would be astounding, said Jay Neitz, a renowned color vision researcher at the Medical College of Wisconsin.

Each of the three standard color-detecting cones in the retina — blue, green and red — can pick up about 100 different gradations of color, Dr. Neitz estimated. But the brain can combine those variations exponentially, he said, so that the average person can distinguish about 1 million different hues.

A true tetrachromat has another type of cone in between the red and green — somewhere in the orange range — and its 100 shades theoretically would allow her to see 100 million different colors.

That may be why Mrs. Hogan can look out the windows of her Mount Washington home and tell the relative depths and silting of the three rivers at the Point by discerning the subtle differences in their shades.

“I have a very hard time even giving names to colors because I see so many other colors inside them,” she said.

Dr. Neitz, who conducts his research with his wife Maureen, said only women have the potential for super color vision.

That’s because the genes for the pigments in green and red cones lie on the X chromosome, and only women have two X chromosomes, creating the opportunity for one type of red cone to be activated on one X chromosome and the other type of red cone on the other one. In a few cases, women may have two distinct green cones on either X chromosome.

But it’s unlikely, Dr. Neitz said, that all of the women with four types of color cones will have the potential for superior color vision, because for many, their two red cones will be so close to each other in the wavelengths they detect that they won’t see things much differently than a three-color person does.

He estimated that 2 percent to 3 percent of the world’s women may have the kind of fourth cone that lies smack between the standard red and green cones, which could give them a colossal range.

Finding tetrachromats through genetic screening is one thing. Proving they can see tens of millions of additional colors is another.

One research group that believes it has identified a true tetrachromat is headed by Gabriele Jordan of Newcastle University in Great Britain.

Dr. Jordan started by working backward from certain “color blind” boys to their mothers.

About 8 percent of the world’s men have color deficiency, which is the term vision researchers prefer to color blindness.

Most of them inherit two red or two green cones along with the standard blue cone, making it impossible for them to distinguish between red and green peppers, or tell how well-done a steak is, or pick out matching clothes.

Dr. Jordan’s team used vision tests to identify more than a hundred schoolboys in the Newcastle area with that kind of color deficiency.

She knew that the mothers of those boys would have either two red or two green cones, and she is now in the process of testing those women to see which of them might be “strong tetrachromats,” as she put it.

To single out such women, she came up with a clever test. Each woman looks into an optical device that shows her three tiny discs in rapid succession. Two of the discs are a pure orange wavelength and the third is a nearly identical mixture of red and green. The women aren’t told which is which.

Dr. Jordan reasoned that women with two distinct red cones would see the red-green disc differently than the orange discs.

Of the 20 women she has tested so far, only one was able to instantly and accurately identify the red-green disc each time. She is now conducting genetic tests on the woman’s saliva to verify whether she has the genes for distinct red cones.

Dr. Jordan said that the woman, who has not yet been identified, is a physician near Newcastle.

For a doctor, she speculated, super color vision might give her the ability to tell whether a patient is ill just by noticing subtle changes in skin tone that a normal doctor wouldn’t see.

Based on Dr. Neitz’s estimates, there could be 99 million women in the world with true four-color vision.

But before they pat themselves on the back for their superior evolution, he said, it’s important to note that humans are just getting back to where birds, amphibians and reptiles have been for eons.

Those creatures have long had four-color vision, but a key difference is that their fourth type of color detector is in the high-frequency ultraviolet range, beyond where humans can see.

In fact, that finding allowed scientists to figure out recently why the males of some species of birds did not appear to have brighter plumage than the females, Dr. Neitz said.

The problem was in the observers, not the birds, he said. When those species were viewed through ultraviolet detectors, the males had markedly different feathers than the females.

In a similar way, he said, our eyes aren’t capable of seeing the world the way a true four-color viewer perceives it, and so we have no way of knowing how many advantages that might give to the tetrachromats.

“There are many things in the world that are physically different from one another that you can’t tell apart now” with three-color vision, he said, but a four-color woman presumably would see the distinctions.

And sometimes the edge may just be aesthetic.

Which could be why, when Susan Hogan’s husband puts a new piece of fruit in their fruit bowl, “I have to rearrange it so the colors go together right,” she said with a laugh.

First published on September 13, 2006 at 12:00 am

Mark Roth can be reached at mroth@post-gazette.com or at 412-263-1130.

Although this is pretty cool, I don’t think I’ll get my DNA tested. Who knows what other weird things they’ll find out about me?

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Dec 20, 2006  •  In Funny, Personal

Jenny vs. Destiny

Is this a deep, thought-provoking, “where is my life going” entry? No. Destiny is a person’s name. Keep reading – it gets interesting.

Ever since I switched my cell phone number two months ago, I’ve been receiving numerous calls for someone named Destiny. I had just figured that my new number must be a recycled number, and that the calls will eventually stop.

But they never stopped. Sometimes I would receive up to 5 calls a day asking for Destiny. Several times these calls came in the middle of the night. And they were all from men.

I should have suspected something. But I never would’ve guessed… And then, a call came today:

ring, ring…

Hello?

Hi.

Uh…hello.

So can you come to Brooklyn or should I meet you somewhere?

Who is this?

Is this Destiny? I got your number from the internet.

No, this is not Destiny. You have the wrong number.

click.

Alrighty then. He got my number off the internet? I’ve gotta get to the bottom of this…

I googled my own cell phone number. Guess what was the first hit. THIS (warning: NSFW!). A site for Destiny Love, a New York escort. And that wasn’t the only one. Destiny Love, along with my cell phone number, are listed on numerous escort service sites.

As a friend said when I told her the story, this is the type of thing that would only happen to me. Geez, thanks.

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Dec 17, 2006  •  In Art/Design, Music

Music as Visual Art

Are you a musician? Do you play a musical instrument? Do you know how to read music?

If any of these questions pertains to you, you might be interested in a composer named George Crumb. Crumb is famous for distorting his scores in shapes indicative of the mood he’s trying to set. Case in point, the spiral-shaped score for “Spiral Galaxy: Aquarius”:

Try playing THAT. I wish I had a piano handy.

A few more examples of his scores can be viewed here. (And if you can read Japanese, maybe you can tell me what the site says.)

Reading about Crumb reminded me of one of my favorite painters, Wassily Kandinsky. Considered to be one of the fathers of abstract expressionism, Kandinsky was fascinated with the emotional response evoked by music. He translated the essence of music as well as his theoretical reflections and insights from listening to music onto the canvas.


Dominant Curve, 1936.


Composition 8, 1923.

(Both these paintings can be viewed at the Guggenheim Museum in NY. Two must-sees for any Guggenheim visit.)

Can you see the music? The beats, the melody, the emotion? I can. 🙂

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