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

I like fries

I remember the first time I had French fries as kid. It was of course at a McDonald’s. I was hooked to that crunchy and salty goodness ever since . If I’m ever heinous enough to be on death row, or unlucky enough to catch a rapidly deteriorating terminal illness, my last meal would definitely be French fries, with a side of fried chicken.

For heath reasons I seldom indulge in the French delicacy. A few times per years is the maximum. Nowadays also for price reasons, I am skipping the fries when I buy burgers. $5 for a scoop of fries is downright robbery when it’s just a bunch of potatoes and saturated fat. The margins on that has got to be up there with soft drinks.

Good news is, modern technology has made making fries at home easy and almost as good as the outside stuff. An air fryer is all you need, plus the requisite multi-pound bag of frozen pre-cut fries from Costco. Entirely self-contained, no oil splatters. Admittedly this still cannot beat the absolute freshest batch right out of a proper oil vat, but it’s pretty damn close. For the price difference, it’s unbeatable.

The trick then is to buy only the burger from McDonald’s, or the chicken tenders from Wingstop, as takeout. Have the air fryer at home set on a timer, and you’ve now got fresh fries to go along with soon as you arrive. Even better: I can have fries anytime I want without leaving the house. The kid me would have fainted at the thought of such joyous reality.

Healthy can be cheap

The greatest-of-all-time (GOAT) in terms of comfort food for me has got to be fried eggs. Pair it with some rice and roaster seaweed, and you’ve got the perfect poverty peasant meal. I am lucky to have income above the poverty line, and that combination still remains a constant meal choice for me. Love it.

Whoever said it is expensive to eat healthy is a lie. Rice, beans, and lentils are exceedingly cheap per pound. And it’s got your main three macros covered: carbohydrates, protein, and fiber. Beg at a street corner for a few hours, and you might be able to add an egg or two to that mix.

What does get expensive is variety. No one wants to eat rice, beans, and lentils for three meals a day, every single day, three sixty five days a year. A variety of healthy foods can get pricey. Especially if you’re like me and prefer the nicer kinds of fish (raw salmon is the GOAT), and the most prime USDA cuts of beef. Sweet potatoes are definitely pricer than lentils.

If I were indeed poorest of poor, I’d have no issues eating the same cheap thing for all the meals. Blaming poor health outcomes on the high cost of groceries completely forsakes the agency of a person. Even peasants have choices they can make. Of course it’s tough to eat without variety. I hate it too! But that’s the sacrifice one has to make for the sake of health.

The discipline to eat monotonously also comes in handy whenever I need to enact some austerity into my spending. That’s why eggs, rice, and seaweed will never go out of style for me.

Path of least insanity

San Francisco is experiencing its typical Summer weather, right as we are heading into the beginning of autumn. It’s been warm and humid for the past two weeks, and the next two weeks look to be much of the same. So far, so tropical. (Our family immigrated from southeast China to move away from this sort of weather!)

I now greatly regret weightlifting and getting buff because in this muggy weather, there’s too much chafing going on. The inner thighs rubbing on each other. The latissimus dorsi interacting constantly with the triceps. (Very not humble bragging.) The perfect body shape for this weather is an emaciated 130 pounds soaking wet.

BART - our area’s subway system - having a complete system shutdown last Friday morning is a fond reminder how fortunate I am to not have a commute. It remains a superpower to live within a 10 minute walk to work. That is, until they need someone in an emergency. My proximity at that time is not an advantage if I want to skip out of assisting.

To be at the whims of public transportation operating normally - can’t be me! This isn’t Japan where trains and buses are frequent and always on time. And if any one is ever late by one second, the driver has to commute seppuku as penance (very much joking, if you cannot tell.) Here in America, schedules are merely suggestions. There’s no telling when the next train will come, should you just missed one.

No wonder people will chose commuting by personal vehicle if the option exists. Even if you were stuck in traffic, at least you are in the private airspace of your own car. No bad smells, no rowdy passengers. It’s the path of least insanity.

Buona fortuna

I was at Costco doing my usual weekend shopping when I noticed the usual five pound bag of whey protein by Optimum Nutrition is now over $67! That is crazy. I’m old enough to remember when the same bag was only $35. Us weightlifters are in shambles when it comes to feeding our protein addiction. Instead of picking up weights ever, I should have joined a monastery…

The annual Monterey car week was only a few weeks ago. It’s always fascinating to me how certain car enthusiasts can drop multiple six figures on a car like it’s nothing. These people spend on vehicles like how I don’t think twice about paying extra for the larger size of fries. There’s a certain level of wealth that I cannot fathom or comprehend when way more than my entire net-worth is concentrated into a single object.

How bad can the overall economy be when hundreds of enthusiast cars are changing hands on a daily basis on sites like Bring a Trailer and Cars And Bids. People are capable of dropping $50,000 - $100,000 on what is most certainly a secondary car (if not tertiary or further). Heck, I don’t even have that. I’ve been contemplating and strategizing on buying a second car to compliment the BMW M2 for over two years now - still can’t financially justify pulling that trigger.

I can certainly relate to those Youtube videos about how seemingly everybody else has more money than me. Granted there’s zero envy involved here. I understand fully my income situation and how much I can spend. It is what it is, and it’s the only thing I can control. But one can always daydream, right? Especially when the PowerBall jackpot is sitting at 1.8 billion dollars.

It would only be due to buona fortuna if I am ever in a position to drop six figures on a car like ordering appetizers at a restaurant.

Pay attention!

Due to the retail theft situation that’s been going on in the Bay Area for far too long (if you ask me), some stores around here have hired their own private security guards. However, every time I see one of these guys, they are… staring at their phone. What in the world? Aren’t you paid (pretty well, I would assume) to be vigilantly aware of the surroundings? To notice and anticipate signs of trouble before they boil over into something expensive?

To paraphrase the great Don Corleone, how a man makes a living doesn’t concern me, so long as his interest doesn’t conflict with mine. Who wouldn’t want to get paid to stare at their smartphone all day? These token store security guards are like the living equivalent of a scarecrow: looks menacing, but in reality can’t and doesn’t really do anything. Surely the enterprising criminal isn’t as dumb as a crow.

I am unfortunately a naturally sweaty person. Put me in a sauna and I am drenched within minutes. I am capable of sweating from head down to the face simply by walking to work. I wish it wasn’t so, though word on the street is botox injections can curb excessive sweating. It’s not just for immobilizing your facial musculature!

In lieu of injecting a foreign substance into my scalp, one of then best purchases I’ve made this year is this $20 portable handheld, battery-powered, fan. Anytime a bout of sweatiness comes on, out comes the little unit to cool me down instantly. I was actually inspired by Kpop singers. After their stage performances they would use these handheld fans to cool down. Not sure why it took me so long to follow suit.

The device is so wonderful that I bought two: one for the home, and one for work.

Sick sucks, I know

Hello. I’ve returned to these pages after a month of involuntary off. The sickness got me good - for the third time this year! A lingering cold and cough that I truly did not fully recover from until just this past week. Mix in with two cold sore outbreaks, and a prolonged battle with invading mosquitos, August was a month to forget.

Never take normal for granted, folks. I try hard not to.

Today I was wondering why on the barbell bench I was failing at rep six, when two days I ago I was maxing out at nine reps with the same weight. Turns out my big galaxy brain used the incorrect plates. The barbell was 10 pound heavier than last time. That’s a jump I tend to avoid due to wanting to preserve my elbow tendons. I’m surprised I even got five reps out of it, and no lingering elbow discomfort afterwards.

I guess sometimes you just have to load up the bar and try to move it.

The aforementioned mosquitos: it took some trail and error - with the bites to prove it, but I’ve found the entry point for the invasion. It turns out the bug screen of my bathroom window isn't fine enough to stop mosquitos. Like Thanos’ army fighting through the Wakandan shield, these winged menaces have no qualms about squeezing though the blockade at the risk of their appendages.

One night I was woken up by four of those invaders. Naturally I did not go back to sleep until they were all dead. Moving forwards, my bathroom window will be shut at all times during mosquitos season. Thankfully there are other fresh air entry ways into this studio space. Chinese Feng Shui is all about fresh air!

Expensive socks

I’m the type of human that sweats easily. Get me into a sauna, and within five minutes I’d be creating lakes underneath me. It is what it is, nothing I can do about genetics. At least I don’t stink when I sweat, at least not intensely enough that I notices it. Isn’t it something like if you can smell your own dankness, you must really stink?

Anyways, a problem my sweaty self creates is stinky socks. Not the feet, just the socks. There must be something in the material that causes my socks to soak up the sweat and incubate something horrible. Worse, I don't even know or remember on the packaging what my socks are made of. Some blend of cotton and polyester, most likely.

I’m the type of human who doesn’t think a lot about socks. I buy the bulk package from Costco, and when the socks wear out, it gets tosses and I buy another package. Easy, cheap, and utterly forgettable.

But not when those socks are stinking up the place! There are antiperspirant sprays and powders for the foot, though I would prefer a more natural solution before throwing chemicals at the problem. Turns out there is a sock material that’s natural, moisture-wicking, and controls odor: wool. The only downside to wool? It’s bloody expensive.

Instead of paying $20 for dozen pairs of socks, I can’t believe I paid $20 for a single pair. That’s how much it costs to buy from Darn Tough Vermont. The company’s socks was what got recommended to me by ChatGPT when I asked “what’s the best wool sock to buy that’s available on Amazon, as recommended by Reddit?” $20 is indeed very expensive for socks, but Darn Tough has an unconditional lifetime guarantee. Customers can send any damaged socks to the company in exchange for a new pair. No questions asked.

It’s entirely possible I just bought my last pairs of socks ever. Solvency of Darn Tough Vermont withstanding, of course.

As advertised, the wool material absolutely stops any foul odors. My feet are still sweating into them - again, nothing I can do about that, but I will gladly take the lack of stink. The Darn Tough socks smelled neutral even after a heavy eight hour day, right off the feet. If you share my unfortunate sweat problem, I can now provenly recommend paying a lot more for wool socks.