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December goals.

Who writes goals a month before the New Year?

Apparently a lot of people.

But I get it – it’s a satisfying feeling to start off a new year knowing you’ve accomplished exactly as you wanted the past month rather than hoping you’d accomplish alllll these things for the next year.

(We all know how well those New Year’s Resolutions stick.)

So here it is, my December goals:

  • Finish Yellow by Frank Wu.
  • Finish Black Swan by Nassim Nicholas Taleb.
  • Do a 6 mile run once a week.
  • Picture book.

I used to be a big fan of the under-promise, overachieve outlook, but then I realized that by holding myself to lower standards, it was making me under-perform.

Let’s get out of the rut for 2016, but until then, I have December to think about.


The Joy Luck Club

It’s amazing how well Amy Tan captures the struggle of growing up Asian American.

From the mothers’ fears of their daughters losing touch with their cultures to the daughters’ frustration, shame, and guilt – it’s hard not to see our own childhood being echoed in this book.

Here’s an excerpt from a scene that really struck me. June’s mother just passed away and her aunties asked her to tell her estranged half-sisters about their mother. But June Woo doesn’t know what to say or how to say it:

“What will I say? What can I tell them about my mother? I don’t know anything. She was my mother.”

“Imagine, a daughter not knowing her own mother!”

And then it occurs to me. They are frightened. In me they see their own daughters, just as ignorant, just as unmindful of all the truths and hopes they have brought to America. They see daughters who grow impatient when their mothers talk in Chinese, who think they are stupid when they explain things in fractured English. They see that joy and luck do not mean the same to their daughters, that to these closed American-born minds “joy luck” is not a word, it does not exist. They see daughters who will bear grandchildren born without any connecting hope passed from generation to generation.

If you’re interested, my updated reading list is here.


Weekdaze: grass is greener.

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while – work has been different.

But, exploring my new city – bit by bit.

I love whenever my friend David asks me to hang out and shoot with him – I always get to see a different part of San Francisco. He’s an SF native with a taste for detail, making exploring with him always a really fun and joyous experience.

Last weekend we explored Golden Gate Park & walked from one end to the other.

Here’s a few shots! If you like them, definitely check him out.


Life outlived.

“I am constantly found guilty of the sin of words. Vulgarity is not my downfall, though I am vulgar. My sin is having words that are far more beautiful than my life. How graceful are those whose lives outshine their words. Perhaps my life will catch up to my mouth someday. Perhaps my body will catch up to my heart, my hands to my eyes, my feet to my soul.”

Gordon Atkinson