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Short blog posts, journal entries, and random thoughts. Topics include a mix of personal and the world at large.

Yeah maybe not

Okay, maybe this is a bad idea.

Every weekday I try to watch at least one hour of Korean-language television. It’s part of my ongoing quest to learn Korean that’s going on its fifth year. I’ve long surpassed the stage of book study, and now must rely on Korean shows to keep my mind fresh of the language. In my day-to-day life, there’s obviously very little exposure to Korean, outside of music.

The television shows I tend to watch are variety shows, because the words spoken between people are more natural and “everyday”, matching what you’d hear if you were dropped in the middle of Seoul (I can confirm). In contrast, the dialogue in scripted drama series always sounded a bit contrived to my ears, which is why I seldom watch them for my studying. Besides, I’m afraid that a series would be so good, I wouldn’t be able to stop and move on to other tasks.

Today I made the mistake of choosing a travel program to watch. Its’ a show about Kpop group ITZY’s adventures in Paris, France. Not to say there’s anything wrong with the program, it’s just that seeing people traveling to foreign countries and enjoying life threw up a massive mirror back to our current coronavirus predicament - none of us are taking a trip anywhere via airplane anytime soon. It’s a bit sad that I wouldn’t be visiting somewhere far in 2020, a would-be continuation of a binge of foreign trips in the past five years.

This would have been the year I finally make it to Europe, or go back to my beloved South Korea; you know, to use my improved Korean skills. But, as we can all see on social media, there are far bigger things going on right now.

Zoom zoom

Someday, I am sure there will be books written on just how Skype have utterly lost the video-conferencing market to Zoom. In this new coronavirus world, Zoom has become the de-facto standard for remote communication, the keyword that comes out of the tongue when we wish to contact a group of people simultaneously. Zoom is now to video-conferencing what Kleenex is to tissue, an astounding achievement given that just a decade ago, Skype was the verb for remote video calling.

How the tables have turned.

Working in the field of IT support, it’s thanks to Zoom that my coworkers and I were able to transition to telecommuting so easily. More than simply providing a medium for face-to-face contact, Zoom has support-focused features such as remote control of a user’s computer, allowing us to troubleshoot as if the particular laptop were physical right in front of us. It even allows a tech to prompt a user to restart their computer, and upon boot up, Zoom would automatically launch and rejoin the same meeting.

It’s all rather magical, and it just works. (Shoutout to Apple.)

Of course, Zoom has nearly singlehandedly keep education alive during this quarantine, enabling teachers and students to conduct virtual classrooms. It wasn’t without an adjustment period, but for the most part, at least from an IT support perspective, Zoom has been consistent and super reliable. I can remember some time ago when Zoom was announced as the official conferencing platform for our school. My initial thought was: why not Skype? What the heck is a Zoom? Little did I know that many years later, Zoom would play such a crucial part to campus functions during COVID-19.

Of course, having a paid Zoom account - due to work - allowed me to host meetings with my friends on weekends. No need to worry about the 40 minute time limit that free Zoom accounts are restricted to. To be able to remotely gather around each Saturday to chat and play some games was a much-needed distraction from the lockdown situation, a semblance of the human connection we dearly missed being thus confined to our respective homes.

Microsoft isn’t hurting financially by any means, but they’ve got be a little sour that Zoom has taken the crown from Skype, right?

Out of the fire

And into the frying pan.

Today was suppose to mark the end of the coronavirus quarantine. It was suppose to be a day when we can finally begin to rebuild some semblance of our old normalcy. Yet here I am, typing this on June the 1st, under curfew conditions in San Francisco because protests and riots have broken out all over America. We’ve come out of one hell and onto the next. The uprising is caused by the brutal killing of George Floyd - a black man - at the hands of police in Minnesota last week. In what is another graphic episode of police brutality towards African Americans, it seems to have lit the fuse to an explosive tinderbox that’s been at a boiling point for a very long time.

No doubt the COVID-19 lockdowns and the disastrous economic situation - 100,000 plus Americans dead, and 40 million plus unemployed - are contributing factors to the sudden and rapid proliferation of chaos. It’s morbidly interesting that both sides of the political spectrum - even Republicans who have generally sided with police - have condemned the horrific murder of Floyd, and yet this is the one to break the proverbial camel’s back, the very last straw. Having been stuck inside our homes for three straight months with huge looming economic uncertainty probably added significant fuel to the fire.

The people was waiting for something to rebel against, and police corruption is as good a platform as any.

So it’s great to see crowds fighting out there in the streets, protesting for justice. Though I have to say it seems we’ve forgotten about the coronavirus entirely: can’t exactly socially distance amongst a protesting crowd, can you? I fear in two weeks’ time there will be a huge spike in cases, though I obviously hope I am wrong. Also, shame on the opportunists who are using the peaceful protests as a cover to destroy businesses and loot from stores. Destruction of property is never the answer and should not be tolerated. These terrible people completely undermines the message, and the damage caused will have negative ramifications long after this is over.

But it isn’t over yet; San Francisco’s curfew is indefinite. I pray the worse isn’t yet to come before the eventual resolution, whatever it may be.

The E30 BMW probably belongs to someone who works here.

The typist

It’s been a long time since I bought my first mechanical keyboard, way back when it was a weird and quirky niche of the overall computing peripheral market. Why would anyone want a relatively huge keyboard with incredibly loud keys? Especially when Apple practically ushered in an era of small “chiclet” style keys with very flat caps and small travel. Mechanical keyboards were suppose to be a relic of the past, back when the biggest name in technology was IBM.

I purchased a mechanical keyboard because I think of myself as some sort of a writer, and as we all know, an artist is only as good as his tools (am I right?). I’ve read online from serious typists about the beauty of mechanical keys and how the tactile feeling really contribute to a satisfying and comfortable typing experience. I didn’t exactly think of it that way: back in those days the thought of spending a hundred dollars on yet another computer accessory was irresistible. I mean, I truly need it so I can type better!

Indeed I quite enjoy the feel of typing on a mechanical keyboard, though to say it contributed positively to my writing would be a lie. Much like a fancy sports car, it’s a nice thing to have, but functionally it’s the same as any other car. In recent years I’ve actually stopped using a mechanical keyboard because of how unwieldy it is compared to the modern wireless units. In these contemporary times when technologies are run wirelessly, any remaining vestige of cables stands out way too much. So I went for the aesthetics play, opting for form over function.

Because back in the days before the proliferation of mechanical keyboards (to where every major manufacturer has one), you were stuck with buying these behemoths that did not come in wireless versions. Worse if you’re Mac user like me: good luck finding a keyboard with the appropriate Mac-specific keys. Fast forward to now, not only can I easily find mechanical keyboards geared towards Apple laptops, the boards have also gotten much slimmer in build, and many bluetooth versions can be found for sale. It’s a supremely good time if you’re in the market right now, though sadly I am of a stage in life where spending a hundred dollars on a redundant accessory is not something to do.

Maybe if I sell my admittedly fabulous Das Keyboard…

It's my Summer

It’s difficult to believe we’ve moved past Memorial Day already. That means the Spring 2020 school semester has finished, and Summer has officially begun, even though from the earthly orbit perspective there’s still about a month to go. In usual times I would have gotten on plane already, probably towards somewhere in Asia for two weeks of fun and galavanting. Of course, that’s most definitely not happening this year; chances are, I’m not flying anywhere for a very long time.

Indeed it’s the coronavirus that have made the turning to Summer such an awkward feeling. It seems like I’ve been in a mode of limbo ever since the beginning of March, when San Francisco announced a shelter-in-place order. As of this writing the order hasn’t even expired yet, which further exacerbates this feeling of disorientation. It’s great that we’ve turned the leaf over on another school year, but there’s really no change in joyfulness, not when we’re still stuck in our homes. What’s the point of taking vacation days when you can’t go anywhere?

That being said, it does appear the quarantine situation in San Francisco is de-facto over, and officially so in another four days on the 31st (unless they extend it again for a third time). Traffic have returned to their normal levels (which is to say, heavily congested), and the streets were mighty rowdy this past Memorial Day weekend. Compounded by a recent wave of excellent weather, plenty of people are so ready for the lockdown to be over that they didn’t wait until the official date. I don’t exactly blame them, though at the risk of virtual signaling, I’ve continued to stay at home unless absolutely necessary.

But I too am ready to go back outside. Cautiously, of course. Four more days to go untilI I can freely take the 911 out for a meditative drive. Four more days until I can freely hang out with my friends and share a meal. Four more days until the extroverts can return to their milieu (that’s you, not me). Four more days until we can see what this next chapter in the COVID-19 saga will look like. I am optimistic.

Survivor's guilt

With the world having turned upside down for so many Americans in losing their jobs and the massive amount of uncertainty that brings, it’s a somewhat awkward feeling from where I am standing in comparison. I’m immensely lucky to have kept my employment through this COVID-19 pandemic, and the rest of my family is doing alright as well. News of millions of people filing for unemployment brings me slight pangs of unease, that I am somehow undeserving to not be amongst the unfortunate. I am not all that special, so why has the lady of luck chose me?

That sense of guilt regarding my relative prosperity during this coronavirus situation gets turn into anxiety over if and when the pendulum of hurt will swing towards me, that the wheel of fortune will surely begin a downward fall from its heights. So then I overdo and overthink it when it comes to work, on the silly belief that I have to work extra hard to be deserving of me being okay while so many others are not. That’s when I start to become careless about details, and worrying about things that I have no control over. If another team is particularly busy with tasks, I would feel bad about not contributing, even though it’s decidedly not my area of expertise and focus.

This sort of useless grasping is super tiring, and not productive at all from a work standpoint and that of mental health. But I cannot help to be sucked into that line of thought from time to time, especially when I’ve just read on the news about companies laying off employees, or State budgets getting obliterated due to the shutdown. There must be something I have to do to keep my positive situation static, so I extend myself in fretting over things I have absolutely no control over.

And that’s a fraught path to go down. The fact that I have a job that the pandemic have not adversely affected is by pure chance. I am entirely grateful for it, obviously, and the only thing I can do is to continue execute tasks at work to the best I can. It’s not helpful to feel bad about being fine during this quarantine, and that I’m greatly looking forward to the end of sheltering-in-place. I shall deal with events as they arrived, rather than being anxious about potentialities. As of right now, everything is okay.

Pocari Sweat: the best non-alcoholic drink!

The joy of pet

It’s been a little over a month since my family adopted a two-year old cat, and I have to say the experience thus far has been an absolute joy. It’s a special sort of feeling when I wake up in the morning, head downstairs for breakfast, and the cat is there to meow and greet me enthusiastically. It automatically makes all the mornings that extra bit happier and nicer, even if there’s a dreadful workday up ahead. In some ways it actually makes me want to get up from the bed, rather than laze around a little more scrolling through twitter.

Unlike a dog, the cat doesn’t ask for our attention constantly: it’s fully content just lying around here and there as we go about our daily business. I’d be working in front of the computer, and often times the cat would jump onto the loveseat to take a nap. Because we adopted a relatively older kitten (compared to one that’s just been born), it’s already domestically trained (and neutered!). We don’t have to worry about it going to the bathroom outside of the litter, and it knows where the food is being served, so long as we keep the bowls full of its favorite cat food (Purina One).

Whenever I get bored or am taking a break from things, it’s wonderful to have the cat there to play with. Our kitten loves to lie on its back, showing us its stomach so we can playfully scratch it. In true lazy cat fashion, it wants us to do all the work, while it just lie there not really moving anything. I can forgive it for that, because it sure beats having to take it outside periodically like we would if we had adopted a dog instead. Dog owners during this time of coronavirus quarantine must have it slightly tough.

We definitely should have gotten a cat way sooner; I’m looking forward to many more splendid years with our little mitten.