Monday, April 8, 2013

Cali shots

For Cynthia's wedding, I took a month off from work. Stopping over in California for two weeks, I managed to take a lot of photos (because I was so goddamn bored there). I also briefly considered on starting photo project of all the cul de sacs in our stupid, boring little town, but my lack of driving skills put an end to it. 

Nevertheless, here are some of northern Cali, where it was only about 10 degrees warmer than snowy New York, where I stopped in for two weeks as well


Cul de sac

Same cul de sac, different settings

Even my cat was bored

Nothing says suburban ennui like skateboarders in an empty park



I skateboarded too!



Word.



Sun setting

I went to San Francisco for a day to meet up with friends

I know these three from three different groups of friends. It was awesome to have them together.

Walking to Delores Park with beers to hang out

attempting close-ups



lavender shoes

Once I got to New York, I barely took any photos just because I got so busy.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

My best got married

The happy couple, post-ceremony
My best friend from high school got married on March 10. I flew back to California to attend the wedding. It was held at a winery high above the city, away from the noise and people and crowd. The weather was perfect, the bride looked beautiful, and I might have even teared up just a bit during the ceremony.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

CBR5 #1: Ghostwritten by David Mitchell



The writing for Ghostwritten is amazing -- which is to be expected for David Mitchell. The plot is interesting, and I was invested enough to keep checking through the previous chapters for connections/links. Characters were developed and sympathetic, even the ones who were crazy or supposed to be villains.

All that said, I did not like Ghostwritten as much as I thought I should have. I think part of the reason is because this is the fourth Mitchell book that I've read, and so many of his other novels are so absurdly ambitious that it's hard to not feel like I'm getting short-changed by the time I got to Ghostwritten. This was his first published book -- his first! And it's so good and so well-done, but perhaps because it is his first, he might have dialed down a little on how far he could soar. If you consider Mitchell's entire ouevre, it's plain to see how Ghostwritten is just a stepping stone to Cloud Atlas, to the Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet.

Ghostwritten is most structurally similar to Cloud Atlas as there are several stories that are all connected in some way, and each chapter is titled after the city/place it takes place in. There are nine locations, traversing the globe from Japan to Mongolia to London. In Okinawa, Japan, a member of some cult is in hiding after releasing some gas (I assume, like the sarin gas attack) in a Tokyo subway train; in Tokyo, a young man who lives his life for jazz music meets a girl and falls in love. Meanwhile, in Mongolia, a spirit who has no memory of his origin is jumping from body to body, trying to find out where he came from. Then there is a quantum physicist in Ireland trying to escape US Pentagon agents who want her formula that could lead to nuclear war.

Because all the stories were so interesting to me, it took me a little too long to figure out that cause and effect was the underlying theme that tied them all together. With each story indirectly (and even directly) connected to each other, it felt like no event is ever independent of the other -- which is kind of vague, but I'll admit that the theme felt vague to me.

Meanwhile, each chapter's protagonist seems to be really isolated. Quasar, the cult member, feels alone, not just because his fellow brothers had been arrested in connection to the Tokyo gas attack, but also because his way of thinking is so detached from reality. Satoru, the jazz lover, is the son of a prostitute who does not really aspire to do very much except live his life through music. Neal, a financial lawyer in the Hong Kong chapter, finds himself digging his career deeper and deeper into a hole. And then in the Holy Mountain chapter in China, an old woman has lived her entire life tending a tea shack near the foot of the mountain and is bearing witness to the historical upheaval her country has gone through.

But with each little connection, you can see that these people are not alone in their feelings of isolation and in their hope for some sort of happiness. But again, that is such a vague and terrifically generic way of putting things.

As I said before, this is a really good book, and it's certainly ambitious for a first book. But knowing what Mitchell is capable of -- which is the literary prowess of packing an emotional punch to certain turn of phrases -- I think this book falls short. He could have push the buttons harder, urged the plot and people's reactions to things further, been more overt about the theme and made it have more of a meaning than the vagueness I got from it. And then again, more people might like his subtle writing hand more.

Either way, a good work of Mitchell is, in comparison to other authors, a great work of fiction. As I've said before, if I haven't read Cloud Atlas, Thousand Autumns and Black Swan Green first Ghostwritten would have blown me away. (As an aside, I want to say that BSG really packs the emotional punch. It may have the most straightforward narrative, but it is fucking amazing in its execution.)

One thing that's really fun though is that there are certain things found in Ghostwritten that make references to his other books, so Mitchell fans will find themselves rewarded. For example, in the New York chapter, there is a caller into a radio show named Luisa Rey, which is the name of the reporter in Cloud Atlas. One of the peripheral characters, Kathy - wife of the financial lawyer - has a comet-shaped birthmark. Neal Brose, the lawyer, is also the name of a teenager in Black Swan Green, and he sometimes reminisces about his childhood in England. Stuff like that makes me wonder if Mitchell is taking his whole interconnectedness/cause and effect theme to a whole meta level, and all the novels he's written so far are really a huge plot device to a larger project.

Crazy? Maybe, but it's also fucking genius, and that's seriously what I believe Mitchell is. 

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013!

Happy New Year!

My resolution for 2013 is to read more non-fiction books. I'm really bad about completing non-fiction books, whereas it would kind of pain me not to finish a novel. I guess I just need to read better written non-fiction – which I sometimes stupidly refer to as real-life books – since I usually get bored with it.

Cannonball Read 5 will also help me with this. Any recommendations would be greatly appreciated -- I do tend to prefer books written by journalists (they tend to be better written than the average real-life book) but I'm thinking I should branch out a little more to historical non-fiction. Add a little knowledge to my brain, is the idea.

Though I didn't participate in CBR4 last year (2012 is now officially considered last year, yo) I was paying attention to some of what the Pajibans were reading, and sometimes took up recommendations. And I definitely read a fair amount this year – but all fiction, of course.

Off the top of my head, some that I enjoyed were The Night Circus, Ghostwritten, The Sense of An Ending, Game of Thrones and Ms. Hempel Chronicles. Ghostwritten by David Mitchell was the last book I read this year, so I'm going to have a review up for CBR5 soon.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Christmas cheer in Phnom Penh


Secret Santa gifts under our anemic office Xmas tree!
Our office Christmas tree, which droops a little, is covered with joke editions of our newspaper. It sits in front of the desks of me and my colleague, so it's nice to be a little bit cut off by the busy-ness of the newsroom.

Her name is Pinglinda.
My Secret Santa got me a giant pink pig, which is kind of awesome. It's now sitting at the corner of my desk -- my colleague says it should remain there as our corner mascot. The EIC said, "You don't seem like a stuffed animal type of girl. You're too serious." He's half right, I suppose, so he gets half a credit for that.

There were plenty of other really great/hilarious gifts. Our editor-in-chief got a watch with the prime minister's face on it, one of the Khmer editors got two bottles of soju and a gangnam style T-shirt, and one of the copy-deskers with long hair (and some dreads) got a hairbrush. Booze and mugs was a favorite though for the Secret Santas. And only one person got a crappy pen! (which was incidentally in a box that was beautifully gift-wrapped) -- so we can say that it was a successful round of Secret Santa.

I've been through a couple of these office Christmas parties, but this one was actually really fun. Everyone seemed pretty excited about the gifts, which were all nicely wrapped (surprising to me, since Khmers don't really celebrate Christmas). Since we had all filed our stories, we just hung out and drank beer, shot the shit while our poor editors wrestled through our don't-give-a-fuck-because-it's-Christmas-bitches copy.

I do miss New York desperately though, and wish I could experience a cool Christmas. I guess I'd just have to make do with Phnom Penh's dropping temperatures. It's down to seventy degrees now. And it's windy!

So cold I had to wear a scarf with my thin T-shirt!
I signed up for Cannonball Read 5 for next year, so hopefully this means more posts to this blog. I've more or less neglected it (as I always do) but not having Cannonball Read this year was a real lack -- I missed being a part of the reading community and staying on top of commenting on other people's reviews. And besides, it motivated me to read, so why the fuck not, yea?

Anyway, Merry post-Christmas and Happy New Year!

(PS. Crappy image quality is due to me taking the photos with an iPhone.)

Monday, November 5, 2012

buildings in the sunrise

I love this video, absolutely love everything about it. I love that it has the streets of lower Manhattan and bars of Brooklyn. I love that the frontman and his bandmates remind me of the Boys I know in New York (even if they would hate me for making this comparison) and I love that they are eating gyros at a street cart. I love the soaring anthemic Carry Onnnn as they slide across the marble floors of Grand Central, and I love the piano in the bar, and I love the fist-pumping to the chorus. I love the view of buildings (Water Street?) as dawn arrives.


Maybe it's because I've been feeling impossibly heartsick for New York, and the repetitive chorus probably punched a little harder with the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. I don't know, don't care – I just love this song and I love this video.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

[im]patient

"This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to figure it's going to be a long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time." 
Murakami, Norwegian Wood.

I met someone a month back who told me that he's seen too many young reporters drop out of the industry too soon, give up too quickly, duck for cover before anything's even been shot. He said it's a pity because you just never know what could have happened. Nowadays, I just keep holding that in my head. 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Here's a Cambodian legend (provided with no comments)

I've been really lax about updating my blog. Can't promise this will change (mostly because I always do and it never happens, so we know what good it does) but this particular story has been nagging at me. It was just begging to be retold. 

My Khmer teacher and I were talking about the Mekong dolphins. They live in the Mekong river and can often be seen in the northeastern Cambodian province of Kratie. He asked me, "Do you know where the dolphins come from?"

"No," I said.

"Well, a long time ago, there was beautiful Cambodian girl. She was the most beautiful girl in her province and her parents were afraid that she would be stolen away so they kept her in the house. Because she was never in the sun, she had the most beautiful white skin."

(I'm jumping in to say that Cambodians—and Asians in general, actually—are obsessed with having fair skin. Women here would wear sweaters and gloves to keep the sun from marring their skin, even in 90-degree weather.)

"There was a giant snake who lived in their village that everyone believed was a magic snake. It was very big and beautiful. So the girl's parents decided that she should marry the snake."

And I thought, "Woah, this story got weird quick."

"So they got married, and the parents made the girl sleep in the same room as the snake. But the snake was hungry in the middle of the night and he ended up swallowing the girl whole."

"What the fuck does this have to do with dolphins?" I wondered.

"In the morning, the parents found the snake with a giant stomach and they realized that their daughter had been eaten. So they took a knife and cut the snake open. And the girl was still alive!"

"Oh, good..." I said.

"But the inside of the snake had made her dirty. Her skin was very black and no matter how much they tried to wash her or clean her, they couldn't get her skin to be white again. So her family disowned her as she couldn't be married anymore. She was very sad so she went to the Mekong River, put a bottle over her head, and then walked into the water."

I was stunned silent.

"And that's why we have the Mekong dolphins! That's why the dolphins have heads that look like bottles," my Khmer teacher finished with a smile.

"Wow. That wasn't what I was expecting," I said, totally traumatized.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Craving coffee in Vietnam

Sitting in a coffee shop in Hoi An looking at my photos.
When we were in Vietnam, we kept going on a search for good, Western-style coffee. While I enjoy the thick, sweet-flavored coffee that are usually served in most places in Vietnam (and also in Cambodia), we started to miss the familiar kick of espresso. In Hoi An, we found this little coffee shop that actually had a Lavazza machine! The first we've seen in Vietnam!

The owner of this little joint boasted that foreigners would come back day after day on their vacation just for their poison since theirs is the only place with a superior Italian coffee-brewing machine. Well, call us typical, but we stopped back at least once a day for the three days we spent in Hoi An.

Also, despite its sign, the place does not serve banh mi sandwiches.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

I'm back! I promise!

Hi! It's been a long while! Did I mention that I went to Vietnam in February?

Fruit and flower sellers on the streets of Hanoi, near the Shoe Market.
I went to Vietnam in February! It was fabulous and I had so much fun. When I have more time, I will (try) to blog about my trip.

Until then, I got inspired by my best friend, Cynthia, to try to make an effort with this blog. The girl is blogging every day with arts and crafts or recipe ideas! Talk about motivation. You can see her work here. Some of her ideas are really interesting and fun — others seem just way too time-consuming (Or maybe it's just me because, if you haven't gathered from my lack of blog posts, I am extremely lazy.)

Anyway, I've been wanting to share some photos I took in Vietnam anyway, so consider this a primer for more to come.