How does the weather know? But it does.

The weather today was supposed to be warm around noontime, which I took to mean sunny. Instead, it was gloomy with a slight, almost imperceptible drizzle.

Sat at the table after lunch waiting for my credit card to be brought back – staring blankly out the window, while the unintelligible chattering of strangers and the bustle of the restaurant swirled around me. Walked through the Embarcadero buildings on the way back to the office, stoic gaze fixed ahead, step after step, letting the world flow by me.

Reasons I Love Living in a College Town (RILLIACT)

I have had so many wonderful experiences in the past couple days, and they were all possible because I live in a college town. So I thought, “Hmmm. I should start a series of posts on the benefits I derive from living in Berkeley. I’ll call the series, ‘Reasons I Love Living in a College Town,’ and I’ll tag each of those posts with RILLIACT.” This will allow me to talk about RILLIACT whenever things come up without having to rewrite another introduction like this. So without further ado…

1. Eating a ginormous fat corn dog while sitting on the curb of Telegraph Avenue, and feeling like I fit right in. It was also a beautiful day to be sitting on the sidewalk. The corn dog batter was muy delicioso, and the Louisiana hot link inside was a nice twist, though the actual quality of the sausage wasn’t all that. But did I mention how tasty the crispy batter was? Yummm.

2. Easily accessible freshly baked glazed donut at 11:30pm. Yes, this was King Pin, and yes, the oily dough tasted sooo good, even as I wondered how much fatter I would get and how much more my arteries would be clogged.

Hymn 728, stanzas 2 & 6-7

“As the earth needs the clouds and the rain with the sunshine,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy,
So He places us oft in the fire of affliction
The dross from the gold to destroy.

As we travel the pathway thru life’s shadowed valleys,
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our troubles, our sorrows and losses,
Are blessings just sent in disguise.

So we’ll follow Him faithfully where’er He leadeth,
The pathway be dreary or bright;
For we’ve proved that our God is the ‘God of all comfort,’
The God who gives songs in the night.”

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassions and God of all comfort; who comforts us in all our affliction that we may be able to comfort those who are in every affliction through the comforting with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” — 1 Corinthians 1:3-4

Amtrak Math

On the Amtrak, traveling from Union Station in Washington D.C. to Penn Station in New York City. Boy, didn’t realize how expensive these tickets were; it costs pretty much the same as purchasing a same day plane ticket from SoCal to NorCal. The express train (2 hours, 57 minutes) would have cost $218, while the regional train (3 hours, 25 minutes) cost $153. Originally I had asked for the express train, but then I got sticker shock and balked at the cost. I did some quick calculations in my head and decided to settle for the regional. I figure being on the train an extra 28 minutes was definitely worth saving $65 for my firm. Good thing travel fare is expensed; otherwise, I would’ve just gone with the Bolt Bus (4 hours, 15 minutes) at a low, low price of ~$20.

So you may ask, “Well, Jon, if you’re willing to forgo 28 minutes for a $65 saving, why not lose another 50 minutes for additional savings of ~$133?” Great question. That seems to make sense, b/c the incremental savings to lost time ratio for the bus is 2.66:1, better than a 2.32:1 for the regional train, which is an additional 34 cents saved per minute. The problem with this logic is that a bus leaving in the afternoon may encounter heavy traffic on the road, potentially increasing travel time significantly, and thus eroding the value of savings per minute.

Furthermore, there is the consideration of my schedule. When I arrive back in New York, I need to do my laundry (which was part of the strategy in how I packed). Getting back at 7:50pm still gives me ample time to wash my clothes. I estimate it’ll take at least 1 hour and 30 minutes, putting completion time at around 9:30pm. Getting back at 8:40pm earliest (using the bus), but most likely 9:30pm or later, does not give me sufficient time as I really don’t want to be folding my laundry in the office at 11pm or midnight.

Oh yes, the washer and dryer are in the office.

Switching Web Hosts, or An Arduous Journey

Well, that took forever.

I had decided that I was tired of not being able to automatically update my WordPress build/themes/plugins on my former web hosting provider. Sure, I could still download a .zip file, extract the contents, and then bring it all in via FTP, but why do that if I could just click a single button for Automatic Update. Exactly.

And thus began my quest for another free web host. A long, tedious, and frustrating search, mainly due to the word “free.” With free web hosting, it always feel like there’s a catch or some aspect of service only reserved for paying members. I tried Zymic, but even just attempting to FTP the WordPress files was problematic since the connection to the server kept on dropping. (It took me about 3 days to finally install WordPress, only to find the plugin/theme searches not working.) I then tried RoyalWebHosting, which seemed promising at first, until I found out that outgoing connections were reserved for paying members, which eliminates the possibility of automatic updates, since you couldn’t request a file. (Figuring that out took me another 2 days).

After doing some research, I finally found Frihost. From the reviews, it seemed that this web host would fit the bill. However, it did have a catch – Frihost apparently is in the forum business (they make money off the ads displayed in the forums), and so in return for free web hosting services, you’re required to be an active member in the forums. (You need a minimum of 5 intelligible posts first in order to even request the web hosting service.) Initially, that seemed kind of lame, but quickly perusing the forums, it turns out that there were all kinds of topics to comment on, which wouldn’t be too hard since I have opinions on almost everything (and if I don’t, give me a few minutes to read up on the subject and I will).

So I posted in the forums, requested the web hosting service, and was approved. Proceeded to FTP the WordPress files without a hitch, installed the platform, downloaded some plugins (with the automatic functionality, yes!), imported the content from my website residing on the other web host, and then selected a theme. Themes don’t always exactly match up with what I have in mind (or perhaps I’m just bad at figuring out what themes to look at), so I spent another day tinkering with the PHP script. Not entirely satisfied, but the site is in decent shape, and so this post is here to inaugurate the transfer.

Yay for automatic install/updates! Yay for free web hosts that work!

Clutter = Annoying (but maybe I can live with it b/c I’d rather not try to think of where things should actually go right now)

After watching the Super Bowl, I decided I would tidy up my desk. No, there’s no connection between football and a desire to clean up—I simply got tired of seeing the unorganized sprawl of mail, papers, and books. And it was also 7:30pm, so I had plenty of time on my hands.

It feels a lot better when things are tidied up, and really, it doesn’t take that much time to keep things organized. But comparatively speaking, it’s a lot easier to keep the sink free of dirty dishes than to keep my desk free of clutter, simply b/c the dishes should always end up in the same place. You take a dish, soap it up, scrub it down, rinse off the suds, and then place it on the dish rack. Pretty straightforward. But with things on my desk, I have to put some effort into thinking about whether I should keep it or toss it, where it should go, whether it fits in with a particular grouping of items, do I have enough space to put it there, etc. Sometimes it’s easier to say, “Eh. I’ll just take care of it some other time.” Hence, a messy desk, which does bug me and sometimes makes it harder to find something that I’m looking for. But at least for now, it’s been straightened up a bit.

In other news, you know you’re not so young anymore when you walk by a team of auditors working in a conference room and think, “Gosh, I wonder why they stuck their college interns here instead of giving them their own cubicles.” Or “Awww. Look at those college students working hard and looking all professional-like.”

The Staleness Factor

One of the annoying things about blogging, if not done consistently, is the staleness factor. What is that, you ask? What a great question.

So, imagine that you own a blog that you write in once in a while. But you don’t write in it everyday, either because you’re busy, would rather be distracted by other things, or you’re feeling lazy. And so, as things happen in your life, you may have thought of a number of topics to write about [e.g. being a terrible baker (three attempts to make a batch of cookies that weren’t even that good), replacing a car battery by yourself at 1am in the morning, being handed a free Starbucks card on the street, owning a piece of both AAPL and GOOG by buying the dip, etc.], but because you didn’t pen your thoughts within 24 hours of the occurrence, they become dated and no longer seem that relevant. In other words, stale.

Or, it simply just feels kind of lame to write about something that took place a month or even a week ago as if you don’t have an unlimited store of current, interesting material drawn from your always exciting life. The problem is, most of our lives really aren’t that extraordinary, but who really wants know that you go downstairs to the SF Soup Company pretty much every day to buy a regular-sized cup of soup that you eat for lunch by yourself at your desk. Well, maybe there are people who would be interested in knowing about that kind of stuff. But in the end, I think we have a thing about not really wanting to write at all unless we can write something good, good being defined as thoughtful, deep, profound, scintillating, witty, hilarious, dramatic, heart-wrenching, and/or well, awesome.

And he showed me a river of water of life, bright as crystal…

Today, around noontime, I enjoyed singing Hymn #394 with YEP at the table.

  1. Unto him that hath Thou givest
    Ever more abundantly;
    Lord, I live because Thou livest,
    Therefore give more life to me,
    Therefore speed me in the race,
    Therefore let me grow in grace.
  2. Deepen all Thy work, O Master,
    Strengthen every downward root;
    Only do Thou ripen faster,
    More and more Thy pleasant fruit;
    Purge me, prune me, self abase;
    Only let me grow in grace.
  3. Let me grow by sun and shower,
    Every moment water me;
    Make me really, hour by hour,
    More and more conformed to Thee,
    That Thy loving eye may trace
    Day by day my growth in grace.
  4. From Thy fulness grace outpouring,
    Show me ever greater things;
    Raise me higher, sunward soaring,
    Mounting as on eagle-wings.
    By the brightness of They face,
    Ever let me grow in grace.
  5. Let me, then, be always growing,
    Never, never standing still,
    Listening, learning, better knowing
    Thee and Thy most blessed will.
    Till I win the glorious race,
    Daily let me grow in grace.

Maybe it’s late and my mind is mush, or there’s too many thoughts to process at once, but I’m not able (at least as of right now) to put into words my appreciation of the sentiments borne by the words of this hymn.

Yesterday, BVH told his story. And one part that resonated went something like this — “Sometimes, we want something so badly that it causes things to become more cloudy” (paraphrased). When we’re so hung up on whatever it is, we begin to have a difficult time figuring out whether it’s of ourselves or of the Lord. And there is no clarity, because we may be unwilling to come and really open to the Lord regarding the matter, even though the Lord’s response is a “Yes,” because we’re afraid of hearing the “No.” Which is silly, because whatever the Lord’s response is, even if it’s “No,” is where we want to be, since only in His perfect will is real rest. But there’s usually that disconnect between what we know and how we actually are, although to some degree we have seen something through the Lord’s operation in us and on us.

But as to the matter of clarity, back in May 2007, the first excerpt on L&ER’s program from Life-study of Revelation, message 65 made quite an impression on me:

The fact that the water of life is bright as crystal means that it has no dimness or opaqueness. When this water of life flows in us, it purifies us and make us transparent. Nothing is more clear than the flow of life within us…

We all must submit ourselves to the Lord and walk the golden way of the divine nature. There is only one way—the golden way. We must submit to the headship of Christ and say, “Lord Jesus, You are my head and my sovereign Lord. I submit myself to You.” What an inner flow there is when we do this! And what an inner supply! Immediately, the flow makes us clear, and we are assured of the Lord’s will.

“Deepen all Thy work, O Master, strengthen every downward root…

Let me, then, be always growing…listening, learning, better knowing Thee and Thy most blessed will…”

Docosahexaenoic Acid

I’ve always felt that after getting into college, I’ve been getting dumber and dumber ever since. With every year that passes by, I think I lose some more synapse connections. Sometimes, when I’m picking through my archive of past projects, essays, poems, drawings from grade school and so on, I think to myself – “Gosh. This is pretty good stuff. Man, I used to be a smart kid.” And then I lament the regression from such pinnacles of creativity and imagination.

Today, I was reminded of a theory I had come up with as to why this sad phenomenon might be. One word…one number……Omega-3.

That’s right. Omega-3 fatty acids.

So growing up, my mom made it a point to put fish on the table at pretty much every dinner. Dinner was usually one meat, one fish, two vegetables, and a soup. And that was great for our development. My siblings and I had a healthy diet, and especially a healthy consumption of the grey-matter strengthening goodness called DHA.

But after coming up to Berkeley for college, my intake of fish decreased substantially as it was much more inconvenient to store/prepare or more expensive to buy. An entire live fish at 99 ranch isn’t that much more expensive per pound, but there’s a little bit more involved in preparing and storing it for later use. Hence, inconvenient; it’s a lot easier to rub salt and pepper on a piece of chicken breast and throw it into the oven. On the other hand, fish steaks and fillets are easy to handle but cost a pretty penny per pound.

When I eat out, I do tend to make a point to favor the fish dishes if available, but there’s only so many places that serve fish and you can only order fish so often. So, less fish, less smart. And that’s my theory. True story.

Now this morning, I read an interesting article on MSN entitled, “52 Ways to Cute Fat in 2012.” And one of the things it said was this:

Choose tuna swimming in water. Stick to tuna packed in water not oil. Three ounces of water-packed chicken of the sea contains 109 calories and 2.5 g of fat compared with 158 calories and 6.9 g of fat in the oil-soaked kind. Plus, it’s a good protein source that’s rick in omega-3 fatty acids…

There we go—tuna in a can. Problem solved. Convenient, cheap, and also a rich source of omega-3 fatty acids. Of course, it’s nice to have the salmon and sea bass once in a while, and I heard that trout and sardines can be had for cheap. But when I just want something quick and simple that I can also stock up in my pantry, there will always be chicken of the sea.

I am definitely going to try to work this into my diet. I can feel myself getting smarter already…

Osmosis

I find it funny how, when you’re out trying to do your own thing, the Lord goes, “Yeahhh……how about you minister some of Me instead.”

And so you’re out doing your thing, when all of a sudden, the person standing next to you turns out to be a fairly new believer. They’ve been talking about this and that, blah blah blah, and out of nowhere they mention off the cuff that they go home and read the Bible. And you hear the words, “read the Bible,” loud and clear, but…b/c you’re still trying to focus on your own thing and not wanting to be drawn into a conversation about the Lord, you just let it go.

But the Lord doesn’t let you go that easily. Eventually, something about the end-times, Bible, state of human society, prayer, etc, comes up again and you just can’t help but overflow and share something about God’s dispensing. Because here is a fellow believer, a member of the Body of Christ, and you have food to give that you cannot withhold.