Sorry it's been months without a post. As a reward, I'm going to tell you my favorite childhood story.
When the Wong kids were young, the youngest of us liked to keep pet hamsters. By the time she had her last hamster, we had our first family dog, Jackie. Jackie loved to watch my little sister's hamster in its cage. She'd be focused on the hamster for hours. One night, Mom was helping Meredith clean the hamster cage. It was necessary to restrain Jackie during this process. Unfortunately, Mom forgot to put the lid back on the hamster cage before letting Jackie into Meredith's room. Jackie went into full stalk mode, jumped on the table, and grabbed the hamster with her mouth. Mom screamed, "Jackie", and Jackie gave a little squeeze before letting go. Hamster, back in the cage, was traumatized and had an eyeball hanging out of its socket after Jackie gave the squeeze. Mom's hysterical, Meredith is crying, and Dad had to take the hamster away and "take care of it". His solution... putting the hamster in a bag and sticking it in the car's tailpipe. He GASED the hamster!! I still laugh whenever I think about it. It's an awful story... sorry, sister...
April 26, 2012
April 1, 2012
Me and Dirt Don't Get Along
If there's one thing you should know about me is that I hate being dirty. Not that I'm not messy... I am messy. But I literally cannot stand to be dirty. Watch me eat chicken off the bone or something sticky. I'm meticulous, not to make sure I get all the meat off the bone... but meticulous in not getting my hands or face dirty. I hate it.
If there's one thing you don't want to do, if you hate getting messy, is warrior dash. But, I will say.. it was fun. Running in mud is the least pleasant thing to do. Your shoes stick in it, and many people were left shoeless during the last 2/3rds of the course. Then, people stop in front of you and ruin your running momentum. I think that was the most annoying part. People didn't want to get muddy, so they tiptoed through the mud causing a huge pile up. The obstacles weren't difficult. A lot of climbing and swimming in mud (as seen below). Sliding down a wet tarp was fun. There was a nice waterfall at the top of the hill that I showered in only to get muddy again.
If there's one thing you don't want to do, if you hate getting messy, is warrior dash. But, I will say.. it was fun. Running in mud is the least pleasant thing to do. Your shoes stick in it, and many people were left shoeless during the last 2/3rds of the course. Then, people stop in front of you and ruin your running momentum. I think that was the most annoying part. People didn't want to get muddy, so they tiptoed through the mud causing a huge pile up. The obstacles weren't difficult. A lot of climbing and swimming in mud (as seen below). Sliding down a wet tarp was fun. There was a nice waterfall at the top of the hill that I showered in only to get muddy again.
February 8, 2012
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And... we're back.
Have you ever thought to yourself: I wish I could fast forward [insert time period]... life is going to be so much better.
What a crappy and lazy thought! I actually thought about what my life would be like in 3-4 years... hopefully done with my phd program, doing research for real, blah blah blah. I'd have a degree that comes with a funny looking robe and hat, a nice paying salary, etc... But, then I'd be 30! What's the rush? Sure, the lifestyle would probably be better, but the story is more fun than the end. I think that at times, we want to rush through life because the issues we face now seem so tough.
For me, it's tough to be told that I'm wrong. Recently, I submitted a research idea to my advisor, something that I was extremely excited about. He thought it wasn't good enough and/or that there wasn't enough application, implication or tension behind the story to make it a good research idea. And, now the idea is shelved and will probably be laid to rest. The disappointment stings. It's one of those times where I really wanted to destroy something, like this:
But I think there's a sense of liberation once the fear of being wrong is gone, or at least caring if you're right or wrong. I'm beginning to realize that 95% of my ideas, as far as accounting research, is garbage (not scientific. I'm still searching for that 5% of good ideas). But because I'm starting to release my desire to always be right or on point, I feel more inclined to offer up as many ideas as possible to see if anything sticks. Most won't, but that's okay. My holster runs deep and I've got a million bullets to fire.
Have you ever thought to yourself: I wish I could fast forward [insert time period]... life is going to be so much better.
What a crappy and lazy thought! I actually thought about what my life would be like in 3-4 years... hopefully done with my phd program, doing research for real, blah blah blah. I'd have a degree that comes with a funny looking robe and hat, a nice paying salary, etc... But, then I'd be 30! What's the rush? Sure, the lifestyle would probably be better, but the story is more fun than the end. I think that at times, we want to rush through life because the issues we face now seem so tough.
For me, it's tough to be told that I'm wrong. Recently, I submitted a research idea to my advisor, something that I was extremely excited about. He thought it wasn't good enough and/or that there wasn't enough application, implication or tension behind the story to make it a good research idea. And, now the idea is shelved and will probably be laid to rest. The disappointment stings. It's one of those times where I really wanted to destroy something, like this:
But I think there's a sense of liberation once the fear of being wrong is gone, or at least caring if you're right or wrong. I'm beginning to realize that 95% of my ideas, as far as accounting research, is garbage (not scientific. I'm still searching for that 5% of good ideas). But because I'm starting to release my desire to always be right or on point, I feel more inclined to offer up as many ideas as possible to see if anything sticks. Most won't, but that's okay. My holster runs deep and I've got a million bullets to fire.
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