Alicia Keys
I don't usually post my own pics on my blogs, but I thought I'd share this one.

Alicia Keys stopped by our studio for an interview and a short meet & greet with the staff yesterday. She took pics with everyone and signed autographs as well. From my short time with her, I would say that she's very down to earth and nice. Lately I've been hooked on her song "No One", which she said she wrote out of the blue. The song just suddenly hit her and it wrote itself. Wish songs would suddenly "hit" me like that.

Brain Gyms
There is an interesting article in today's SF Chronicle about an emerging industry - the Brain Gym. http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/12/13/MNMETNGMV.DTL

In summary, as our population age and continue to work later into our senior years, we need to keep our brains as physically fit as we try with our bodies. The physical gyms where people go to exercise their bodies have been in service for many years, but now there is an emergence of "Brain Gyms". Like conventional gyms, seniors can pay for a membership with these brain gyms and go regularly to exercise their brains by participating in cognitive activities. As the article says, this is sort of like WD-40 for the brains.

Kudos to the people behind this idea. I think it's wonderful. Sure one can say it's just another gimmick to earn money from the vulnerable, in this case seniors. Seniors can exercise their minds for free by playing chess, crossword puzzles, or otherwise engage themselves in cognitively beneficial activities without paying a dime. But isn't that the same with the conventional physical gyms? Sure we can simply walk more each day and do more physical stuff to keep fit. Who needs a gym? Those who don't have enough self-discipline to walk more each day and be more active on their own. That's who. Some people just very well need to join a gym, pay the dues, and then make a point to go for a workout however many times a week to make their gym dues worthwhile. I see the same thing happening with these Brain Gyms. I can see some seniors going for their cognitve workouts (however reluctantly) because they paid money for it. But in the end, they reap the benefits of a fitter brain.

I also see this as a form of recreation and companionship for seniors as (1) their life partners pass or (2) their children "abandon" them as they live their own lives with their own families. Brain Gyms have much to offer to lonely seniors as these.

I look forward to seeing how this new concept will take shape. In the meantime, since I'm not admitting to being a senior (and frankly I'm not), I shall engage myself in more MJ games to exercise my brain.

Only a baby unaffected by the stress of life can laugh this whole-heartedly and genuinely. So very precious. If the video doesn't come up, here's the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HttF5HVYtlQ

The Excused Absence Network
This is an actual product that people can buy and use, and frankly, I think it’s ridiculous. It’s a computer software that let’s you print out a fake doctor’s note, jury duty summons, or something of the sort to get you excused from going to work. What has this world come to? It’s appalling that people will go to this extent of dishonesty and fabrication. I put this in the same category as people who use a mannequin to use the carpool lane. And one word describes them all – shameful.

Click on this link to read more about this: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21459535/

Jalapeno Burn
I’m almost embarrassed to tell this story, but hey, there may be people out there as clueless as me about cooking with/handling jalapeno peppers. I learned it the hard way last night and I want to prevent others from having to go through it. While the following blog entry is sort of a crybaby’s whining, it is also a spreading of information for the otherwise clueless. So the story goes…

I made a stuffed jalapeno dish last night similar to one that my mom makes every so often. She cores the jalapeno peppers and stuffs them with fish or shrimp paste. Since RF likes spicy food, I thought I’d try making that dish.

I cut up about 10-12 large jalapeno peppers. Cored and seeded them. Stuff them with a mackerel paste I bought from R99. Then I pan fried all of them on high heat and added oyster sauce, garlic power, minced onions, and chicken bouillon for flavor. The dish came out pretty tasty and spicy. Just like mom’s.

BUT! Of course there’s a “BUT” with an “!”. This is an “almost embarrassing” story remember? So what did I do wrong to turn this otherwise happy story of a successful cooking venture sad? The answer is… I handled the jalapenos with my bare hands all through the cutting, coring, seeding, and stuffing process. 3 hours later my hands started burning...intensely. It felt like a 1st degree burn. Not that I know what a 1st degree burn feels like, but it might as well have been a 1st degree burn. My hands were just flaming with heat. To clarify, my hands FELT like they were burning and in heat. But in actuality they weren’t any higher in temperature than the rest of my body. RF touch my hands and he said it felt normal. But to me, my hands were surrounded by fire.

I put ice on them to soothe them but that served only as a temporary relief, not a cure. Another thing that gave me instant relief was running it under cold water. But less than a minute after I took my hands out from under the faucet and my hands began to dry, the burning came back again. RF and I had no idea what to do to take the burning sensation away. I thought of tiger balm, but we didn’t have any. RF offered to go to the drug store to get me some. But right before he was about to leave, he decided to look online for information regarding this type of burning. Sure enough he found a plethora of information regarding this thing called a Jalapeno Burn.

The first link that came up on the search was, believe it or not, Yahoo Answers. Apparently a lot of fellow Yahoo users had suffered this condition before and wrote about it on this site. Isn’t the WWW amazing? Anywa, back to the subject. RF read about several home remedies people suggested for dealing with Jalapeno burns. Many of them suggested soaking and washing the affected area with milk. Milk acts as a base to counter the acid in the oil of the pepper. So he poured some milk into a large bowl for me to soak my hands for 5 minutes. I did as the “doctors” ordered. After that I rinsed my hands in cold water. A minute later the burning came back.

Next he read that rubbing alcohol helps to wash the oil away. Someone on Yahoo Answers said he called the paramedics and the paramedics washed his hands out with rubbing alcohol. RF confirmed this method by looking at some paramedic site. So he poured rubbing alcohol into the bowl for me to soak and wash. 5 minutes of soaking and a rinse later, the burning sensation came back.

Next he read that vinegar also helps to dissolve the pepper oil. You guessed it, 5 minutes of soaking in vinegar and a rinse with water. Same result. Burning came back.

As I was about to give up and decided to give sleeping a try, he said a lot of people also suggested coating my hands with a mixture created with baking soda and water. He made me the pasty mixture and I coated my hands with it. I didn’t leave it on too long because the grainy texture of the baking soda did not do anything to taper off the heat. My hands were so tender and sensitive at that point that the grains felt 100% larger that they were. So I quickly rinsed off my hands and declared a lost battle.

I went to bed with stockings on my hands to prevent myself from rubbing my face in the middle of the night. The last thing I wanted was to transfer the oil from my hands to my face or eyes. No more than 5 minutes after I got into bed, my hands were flaming like mad. There was no way I could’ve slept with the burn. RF pulled the stockings off my hands saying I need to let my hands breathe.

Unable to sleep, I went out to the living room to apply an ice pack on my hands once again and laid on the couch to watch TV. I usually fall asleep watching TV so I was hoping that might do the trick. But it didn’t. The burning was too intense. I got up every half an hour to run cold water on my hands. By about 1am I made RF go to sleep without me. He wanted to stay up with me and keep me company. But knowing how tired he gets at work if he doesn’t get enough sleep, and knowing that the top CEOs of his company are in town this week from their parent company Australia, I told him he needs his rest. Since there wasn’t anything he could do to help my situation anyway, better just one person lose sleep over it than two. He reluctantly listened to me and went to sleep.

I continued to ice my hands and intermittently ran cold water over them for another 2 hours or so. It finally got too cold in the living room and I became really sleepy. So I took a brand new ice pack with me and crawled into bed. It was difficulty to refrain from moving too much in fear of waking up RF. Through the rest of the night I heard the neighbors’ automatic sprinklers spraying and by early morning, I heard a car pull up and then several thump thumps. It was the newspaper person tossing newspapers to people’s doorsteps. That was the first time I heard the newspaper delivery person while living in this apartment.

Eventually I fell asleep. I had no idea I fell asleep until I heard my alarm clock. I estimate I got about 1.5 hours to 2 hours of sleep. RF was still sleeping when I dozed off and he usually wakes up an hour before me. From that I am positive I got at least an hour of sleep. But how much more than that? I’m not sure. When I came to, my hands felt warm. The hot burning sensation had subsided to a warm feeling. As I got up to get ready for work, everything I touched felt amplified. The ribbed cap on the tube of toothpaste felt like rough sandpaper. My tea thermos felt hotter than it normally does. Even at work right now, freshly printed paper from the printer feels hot to my touch. My hands, especially my finger tips, are extremely tender and sensitive right now. But at least it’s not burning anymore.

From about 9:30pm when my hands started feeling the effects of the jalapeno burn to now, it has been a long 13 hours. The most intense feeling probably subsided about 7 hours into the ordeal. That’s a very very long time to endure such excruciating pain. But to think of it the “glass half-full” way, RF read on those links that most people cited 18 hours for the pepper oil to dissolve/evaporate out of the body. I guess I shouldn’t be complaining compared to them. But I did suffer through the night. So I am entitled to complain for as least a bit. In this case, for almost 3 blog pages worth.

To those of you who know about jalapeno burns and feel I was stupid to have handled them with my bare hands, stop laughing. To those of you who didn’t know such pain can come from cooking with jalapenos, beware and be warned. Don’t make the same mistake I did.

Life Was Hard for the Over 30
The following passage was forwarded to me from a friend. It’s one of the funniest email forwards I’ve received in awhile. It’s also one of the few that I can really relate to. I guess this dates me as an Over 30 huh? :P

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning ... uphill BOTH ways … yadda, yadda, yadda

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!

But now that... I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help butlook around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!

I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves,…in the card catalog!!

There was no email! ! We had to actually write somebody a letter ...with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there!

There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music? You had to hitch-hike to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!

We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like " Space Invaders" and "Asteroids" and the graphics sucked! Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

When you went to the movie theater there was no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, you were just screwed!

Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 15 channels and there was no onscreen menu and no remote control! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel and there was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little bastards!

And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove or go build a frigging fire ... imagine that! If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid Jiffy Pop thing and shake it over the stove forever like an idiot.

That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled!!!!!!!!!

You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980!

Regards,
The Over 30 Crowd

Why I'll Never Live In LA
RF and I went to LA over the weekend for a friend’s birthday. While I like LA to the extent of visiting for a couple of days every now and then, I would never want to live there. Every time I go I get reminded of why - the smog, the traffic, the people.

The smog…you can see it with your bare eyes. Not a pretty sight. In fact, it’s pretty disgusting when you can see what you are breathing in.
The traffic…there’s no beating/avoiding/getting rid of it. It just comes with the territory. As RF’s friend says, everything in LA is 20 minutes apart…until you hit traffic. At that time it’s anyone’s guess how long it will take to get anywhere. LA’s traffic is so notorious that even Google Maps indicates a travel time with traffic and a travel time without traffic when you ask it for driving directions. From RF’s friend’s place in Valley Village to my friend’s place in San Gabriel, with a total distance of 22 miles, it takes 28 minutes without traffic or 1 hour and 30 minutes with traffic. Yes, Google Maps told us that.

The people…they are too superficial, artificial, self-centered, snobby, and ghetto. I really don’t like using this word but alas, it totally fits the bill in this situation. People do not care about you, your feelings, or what you think because it’s all about them. The world revolves around them. I can raise a few cases from this trip and a previous trip to illustrate.

Case #1 - Ghetto and Self-Centered: I was waiting in a long line to use the bathrooms at Venice Beach. If you haven’t been there before, Venice Beach has two or three bathroom facilities that each has 8 or so unisex bathroom stalls. Each facility often has a line of 10-15 people deep. Since I needed to go pretty badly, I got in line. About 10 minutes my wait, a guy walked up to the stalls and started shopping for an open one. Everyone in line called out to him that there is a line and he needs to get in it like everyone else. He ignored all the screams. Then a gentleman stepped out of one of the stalls and this guy went over and stepped right in. Noticing that the guy wasn’t the next in line, the gentleman who had just gotten out attempted to stop him by telling him “buddy, there’s a line”. The buddy didn’t care. He proceeded into the stall and closed the door behind him to do his business. We all gasped in disbelief. But what could we do? He could’ve pulled out a gun if we pressed further.

Case #2 – Ghetto and Self-Centered: Shortly after witnessing the guy cut us off and still waiting for my turn, an elderly woman (I’m guessing she’s in her late 50s) walked up to the front of the line and said out loud to everyone, “I really need to go. Can I go first?” Still irritated by the previous guy, people ignored her. Someone said softly but audibly, “We all need to go too, so get in line”. Normally I would’ve let her go ahead of me seeing that she’s an elderly person, but since I was already irritated by my surroundings and the previous happening, the situation got the best of me.

Case #3 – Ghetto/Rude/Self-Centered: As my friend was driving along Valley Blvd, a pick-up truck was stopped in the middle of the road blocking all lanes. He seemed to have backed out of a driveway and stopped there diagonally for some reason. My friend stopped up close to the truck and honked. The truck started to back up slowly, inching towards my friend’s car. I was sitting in the front passenger seat and saw that the driver wasn’t even looking as the truck was backing up. His head was down as if he was adjusting the stereo. My friend honked more vigorously seeing that he was about to get hit. The truck driver finally looked up and stopped. He looked back at us and then sped forward. My friend started driving forward as well. Then the truck suddenly stopped dead in front of our tracks. Luckily my friend was able to stop in time to avoid rear-ending him. We looked up at the driver and he laughed and drove off. This case shows how people drive as if they own the road.

Case #4 – Rude: We were walking across a relatively busy street at a two-way-stop intersection. We were already halfway thru the intersection as a car that could’ve and SHOULD’VE stopped to yield to pedestrians drove by right in front of us, narrowly missing our toes. So much for pedestrian rights.

All four cases above happened in one day. In just one day I got a good thorough look at what Los Angeles people are like.

The superficiality and artificiality of people in the LA area can be seen every which way you look. People sporting brand name clothing, the latest trends, the newest gadgets, the most expensive cars, the best figures, the cleanest shaves, the nicest hair styles, the brightest teeth, etc. I saw the most Hummers in one day in LA in a previous trip. In this trip, RF pointed out to me that practically all cars, whether new or old, nice or trashy, have a nice set of rims. Why? To show off of course. For example, we saw an old trashy Corolla that is probably worth no more than $1000 with a set of shinny rims that can probably fetch $2000 or more. The rims are more expensive than the car itself. Go figure.

In a previous trip, I noticed that all girls in Studio City had big boobs. I’m sorry to say, but they caught my eyes, especially those that were attached to a body of a girl no older than 16 years old! No friggin way EVERY girl in LA can be born with nice boobs. Unless you want to tell me the smog-filled atmosphere somehow trickles into the water system which somehow causes the human gene pool to naturally produce big boobs, I’m gonna have to say they are all fake! Those must have been artificially Pamela Anderson boobs on those 16-year-olds hanging out at the Cold Stone Creamery! Maybe I’m just jealous. But I’m pretty sure I’m not.

Anyway, enough of my LA encounters. I need to go eat now. I don’t care if my waist line grows as a result.

Jasmine Lime Iced Cooler
Wanwanha and another friend of mine recommended Peet’s Jasmine Lime Iced Cooler to me as I’m a tea addict. Peet’s describes it as follows: “Jasmine scented green tea is mixed with refreshing limeade and served over ice.” I tried it for the first time today and sure enough, I like it. I like it a lot. It’s very refreshing. As it enters your mouth, the limeade dominates your taste buds. But after you swallow, the tea comes up strong and crisp. It’s an interesting blend of flavors. My only complaint is that they put too much ice. Maybe it’s just the girl who made it for me this time that put too much ice. The ice filled about 90% of the cup and left room for just 10% tea. After a few swigs of my Small cup, I ran out of tea already. I was a little disappointed cuz I was still craving for more. Since I like this drink so much, I’m definitely buying it again. Next time I’ll ask for more ice.

Transformers
If you are looking for a good time at the movies this summer, I highly recommend Transformers. For the price of admission, you get 2 hours and 20 minutes of action, fun, and humor. As a kid in the 80s, I loved the Transformers cartoons and action figures. Heroic Optimus Prime and adorable Bumblebee were my favorite and probably many people’s favorites. They’re back in this 2007 summer blockbuster and to no disappointment to this old time fan. From the very beginning scene to the last, the movie is action packed and humor packed. While I expected the action, I didn’t expect the witty humor. Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised. Besides the action and humor, other elements of a good movie such as realistic CG, good acting (especially from young Shia LaBeouf), and fitting soundtrack, all came together in this one and gave me the best time I’ve had at the movies in a long time. I give it 4.5 stars out of 5.

Half a star is subtracted for the overuse of product placements. The entire movie is a Chevy commercial. Even Bumblebee somehow became a Chevy Camero instead of the VW Buggy. That aside, there were also numerous references to Ebay and a few shots of its website. Apple’s MacBook laptop appeared onscreen two or three times. Then there was a reference to a Nokia cell phone and a quick shot of a Panasonic SD card. If your Marketing 101 instructor gives you an assignment to point out some of the products placed into this film, you will have no trouble coming up with all I’ve mentioned. They were just too blatantly obvious.

As Chevy was a big sponsor of the film, it was not surprising that some of the cars that ended up being destroyed happened to be BMWs, Mercedes Benzes, and Volvos. Figure that.

Though there was a bit of a “cheesy” factor in some of the dialogue, it didn’t amount to much. It was not enough to take away from all the positives that made this movie as good as it is.

Abuse of Executive Power
Here we go again, another blatant disregard of the law. Bush insists his executive authority trumps all else. (http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/07/20/MNG52R3U681.DTL) After using executive power to commute Libby, he once again abuses his authority, this time to prevent the Justice Department from pursuing contempt charges against White House officials involved with the wrongful firing of nine U.S. attorneys last year. Bush once again tells the U.S. public, “Screw all of you. Whatever I say goes.”

Words to describe my general feelings right now: Astonished, Annoyed, Disbelief, Frustrated, and most of all PISSED OFF.

I don't know much about laws and politics. My question now is how and when can we charge Bush for contempt. Forget about his friends and pawns in the White House, we need to go after him.

The Wii
My fiancé and I have been hooked on the Wii since he bought it about three weeks ago. Every night after dinner and before going to bed we are playing on the Wii. In place of surfing the web and watching TV, we play tennis, baseball and bowling; we train on various training exercises; and we take a daily fitness test to find our “Wii Age”. So rather than sitting motionless in front of the computer or TV, we are swinging our arms in response to the various sporting requirements. Clicking on a mouse or a television remote doesn’t constitute as bona fide motion if you ask me. Swinging your arm with the Wii controller to simulate sports play doesn’t constitute as bona fide exercise either if you ask real athletes, but at least the motion is bigger AND sometimes we actually do break out in a sweat, especially when we engage ourselves in a heated match of tennis. It’s heated because I get mad at him every time he beats me, but that’s beside the point. The point is that we actually are moving more because of the Wii. It’s sad, but it’s true. And I dare say this is true for many of the other Wii owners out there. I highly praise Nintendo for developing this console and all its interactive games.

Now I patiently but eagerly await the release of a new game called Wii Fit. Combined with a new controller called the Wii Balance Board, players can engage themselves into heart-healthy activities as:

• Yoga exercise
• Step aerobics, including a game in which the player steps on and off the Wii Balance Board in rhythm to the background music
• Hitting on-coming soccer balls by leaning forward
• Press ups
• Hula hoopping
• Ski Jumping, in which the player squats as low as possible while maintaining balance and then quickly stands as fast as possible to gain a good jump

The steps aerobics game sounds similar to the Sony PlayStation’s old Dance Dance Revolution. The concept of stepping to a musical rhythm sounds similar even though one has a dancing connotation while the other simulates aerobic exercise. If this is true, I definitely will be playing the Wii steps aerobics often. Back in the heydays of DDR, I was a hard-core fan and “danced” out a sweat almost every night. I still have that game tucked behind our main entertainment unit and I can switch out the Wii for the PlayStation anytime I fancy a good dance. But if I can get the same sort of exercise/satisfaction with the Wii, why go through the trouble of switching? On this note, I hope Nintendo develops more active games for the health of all its gamers.

My oh my. It's been almost a year since I last blogged. I'm surprised this account is still active. I'm glad it is. Would definitely hate to lose everything I posted in the past.

I was writing a review on Yelp today and thought, "this review sounds like my old rants on Blogger". So here I am, logging in for the first time in a year and about to rant once again. Here goes...

I'm a big fan of the original Osha on Geary, but I have to express my disappointment with the one on 2nd Street. This one serves the same kind of food but for couple bucks more. While that eats into my pocketbook, it's understandable given the posher location in the SOMA area. What is NOT understandable or tolerable is the poor management demonstrated at this location. I was there with 5 friends a couple of weeks ago for lunch. The place was packed and we had to wait for a table for 6. No problem. We waited, and waited, and saw smaller parties after smaller parties pass us by and get seated first. The final straw was 30 minutes later when two 4-seater tables opened up right next to each other and the most obvious thing to do was to pull them together to seat the 6 of us hungry and late-to-return-to-work souls. Nope, the manager didn't think so. He let 3 women who just walked through the doors take one of those tables and left the other one empty! Empty! While we continued to wait to be seated! After already waiting 30 minutes! It was another 5 minutes or so before we finally got seated. I wanted to complain really badly but refrained from doing so in fear of retribution from the kitchen crew.

Mr. Manager at Osha on 2nd Street: Three blocks from you is City College's downtown campus. Enroll yourself in the Hotel/Restaurant Management course cuz you sure have lots to learn in that realm.