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Shioun is Done with Year 2!
So proud of her! Time for our awesome summer to begin!
Chris Is So Dirty (Thirty)
I made it.
Some of you know that in my teens and twenties, I’ve lived with an uneasy feeling that I’d never live past 30. Don’t bother asking me why, I can’t explain it but it’s true. For starters, I never thought saying “hi, I’m Chris and I’m thirty-____” rolled off the tongue. Even as early as 15 when these thoughts started to percolate, I imagined my “last days” of my twenties and started to speculate.
What would I look like? Would I still have a huge set of man boobs? Given my growth trajectory would I be 7 feet tall? Would I still have all my limbs, would I be paralyzed, would I be able to play sports? Would I have finally received that sex change operation? JK.
Who would I be? A doctor, a lawyer, or a criminal? An engineer or an astronaut? One thing is for sure, I never said a digital media and advertising professional with a background in Microbiology. In my youth when people asked “what do you want to be when you grow up?” I said “RICH.” Ha. Hasn’t happened yet and I have a fresh start to a new decade to try, but I’m finding that the currency most important to me now isn’t monetary.
Who am I going to know? Celebrities? Presidents? Professional athletes? Musicians? Who are my friends going to be? I’m lucky to still be close to my high school buddies, and have picked up some great college and work friends along the way. In that way I do feel rich. At the top of the list of “work buddies” is my future wife, who is a girl of such amazing qualities that I had previously written off that girls like this existed.
What would I have accomplished? I’m not the type to stick to a “need to do before I’m 30” list, but I did try to make one:
Make a certain amount of money and establish a career
Bungee jump
Attend the NBA, Stanley Cup finals, as well as the Super Bowl and the World Series.
Skydive
Ride a Shark with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads
Travel to many foreign places
Play an open mic in a public space
Find an amazing girl, have her fall madly in love with me, and marry her
I’m happy to say a lot of those are checked off, while some will continue, and some I’ll have to look forward to! Do I have a list for 40? Too early to say, but I’d think new additions are:
Have amazing kids
Buy a house
Learn to play another sport (hockey?)
Learn to play another instrument (piano?)
Make it to 40!
That leaves a lot of room to fill in the blanks, and I’m excited to see what I come across.
I have to admit that the last few weeks did feel a bit odd. A little bit of Final Destination cheating-death type of feeling from my earlier inclinations, and some wow I’ve been saying that I’m “basically 30” for the past 4 years and I really am 30 now would be the best description. Sidebar – the 30 year old version of me would tell the 26 year old version to shut the mouth, because 26 seems so young now! So you all that are still late twenties, stop saying you’re basically 30, because you are not.
Now that I’m here I look back at younger me, and want to tell him not to worry, that things will be more than fine, in fact life will be great at 30. I’m not sure what happened along the way, but there’s a sense of peace, satisfaction, and joy when I look at my life. There’s comfort, excitement, and laughter in every corner.
There are many ways to approach this decade. I’ve heard everything from “that’s when the $h!t hits the fan” for your body, that it’s also the most fun and exciting decade, to that the glory days are over and you need to hunker down and become an adult. I’m happy to report that all outlooks are positive. I get to marry the girl I love to kick things off. I get to continue spending time with my family of relentlessly loving parents and a rad younger brother who I think the world of, that I have been blessed to be born into. I get to invest and reap immediate benefits from meaningful friendships that have surpassed or are approaching a decade themselves. I get to continue learning and challenging myself professionally. All these things motivate me to take care of myself in all dimensions so I can make it to the next tens-digit changing, as I am sure there will be much to experience along the way and to expect for the decades beyond.
The joyful version of me is cheering saying “I made it!” and the downer is saying “it could have been worse.” Both are true. I’m a lucky dude.
10 Years and 1 Day Later
It could have been the memorial services on TV, the heightened security yesterday for our flight from LAX to SFO, the hours of documentaries I watched yesterday before sleeping, or the last year in general contemplating death as defining life, but I find myself wanting to put thoughts on [digital] paper.
I've been fascinated, though in a solemn and curious way, with the finite lifespan and the steady rate of time. The shock stories are fun to talk about (Nike MAGs coming out as we really approach 2015, current college students/grads we knew as young kids, and benchmark ages loved ones are reaching) but to me, it's when I take a serious step back and exit all my roles/identities/perspectives for a second and try to watch human progression as objectively as possible. In general, it seems that we're distracted from what people have enjoyed for thousands of years before us, because we're living after arguably the three most disruptive decades that changed the way we communicate and interact with each other.
I don't think we should live a day without reminding ourselves the oddities and miracles of life's beginning and ending. Modern day science and technology allow us to analyze, engineer, and arbitrarily define aspects of life just to admit that we don't understand why it's around. We still only observe and manipulate with science, not create. Does creation then come strictly from art, with science as mere tools? A person spends the time between birth and death being able to understand themselves, their families, their spouse, kids, and friends, without any technical instruction. Are we all artists, and is our life our sole piece of work?
You can see how I've been driving myself bonkers in this steadily contemplative mood for the past 12 months. I suppose a lot has happened -- decided to ask someone to live their life with me, grandfather passed away, started to plan a wedding, switched jobs, and now fast approaching a birthday that for some reason I never thought I'd reach when I was younger (odd and morbid, I know). Maybe it's seeing my friend's Facebook photos overrun with their babies and witnessing another generational iteration of life. Whatever the case, life seems very short, very quick, and very real that you only get "one take."
I loved procrastinating when I was younger. In my twenties I suppose I procrastinated selectively, usually with chores and things I knew were good for me, like exercising. Now, I hate the thought. Not only are we born with a biological timer, but life can really be taken away from you at any moment. Though you may take care of yourselves, there are accidents, crimes, and diseases that can take it all away.
The people that passed 10 years and 1 day ago, were parts of families, sons/daughters, fathers/mothers, husbands/wives, beloved friends. I'm sure some sat in the nosebleeds, and some sat courtside, while some loved their spouses while some despised theirs. And some were probably still looking for theirs, or had just met them. Even when I watch cars drive by I wonder where all those people are going, what in all of their lives require them to be on that road at the same time? What leads them to all individually live their life and unknowingly collectively be a part of something bigger? All of those people that got on those planes, went to work at those buildings, or went to work by heading into those buildings all... had plans for 9/12/01.
I'm beginning to see life isn't what you do but how you do it. It's not the size of the canvas but the colors you use. Your lines may be straight or your brushstrokes may be sweeping and curvy, it's all up to interpretation isn't it? I see Facebook and Twitter feeds stream by, and to me it's just an invitation to take a look ast the picture you're painting. But it's not the painting as the Marketing team isn't R&D.
When all that's left is our painting on a white wall and we're not around to shout invites to look, I believe that the lives best spent will be masterpieces that simply cause someone to briefly stop, stare, and inspire the next brushstroke to another canvas. There have been many masterpieces that I've seen, in remembering 9/11/01.
-chris
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In Hayes Valley. The best chocolate ice cream I've ever had. Candied jalapenos to boot!
Success! Venue... check.
We finalized a venue! It took multiple trips up to Sonoma and some long deliberation but we ended up going with what was in our gut the top choice the entire time =)
first green smoothie!
two big handfuls of kale, one handful of spinach, 1 stalk of celery, 1 persian cucumber, 1 fuji apple, 4 strawberries, watermelon juice, and some leftover fruit smoothie from yesterday (pineapples, banana, strawberries, watermelon juice).
initial thoughts: first taste the greens with apple, then some celery. it's still sweet from the fruits and watermelon juice though. i like.
At henry’s hi life before the concert for Jenn’s birthday!
Quinoa cooked in low sodium chicken broth, garlic, and crimini mushrooms with English peas, tomatoes, white onion, chives, olive oil, salt an pepper. Topped with grated parmegiano reggiano. Tastes like a healthy risotto.
One hour of studying left before bedtime and an early morning (last) final. Afterwards, year number one of law school will be in the books! So proud!
Congrats Antho and Christina!
Shioun shared this video of a UC Davis Law student's rendition of "Empire State of Mind" and though it was a perfect mix of her current days in law school and my days back in Davis!
On a separate note, I pointed out to my friend Lolo that kids that are entering Davis this upcoming fall were basically born when he (HS class of '97) was entering high school. Have we really become THOSE people already?
The Proposal (as told by Chris)
Shioun's busy studying for finals so I'll post this up in my POV.
How many of us have really sat through an entire essay telling a proposal story? I'll make it easier and replace 10,000 words at a time with a picture.
For 3 months, I had my friend Jon "Living Legend" Fong pretend that he wanted to practice taking pictures with his wireless flash system and posing people for photo sessions. He bugged Shioun for weeks on multiple email messages for her and I to help him out and be his models for the day. Free lunch and hopefully a few good shots were promised.
The modest girl that she is, Shioun was resisting to be any sort of model for anyone. I said it would probably be fun, and Jon's a good friend so we should help him out. In the end, her compassion was larger than her shyness.
Really long story short, there were lots of email threads going around for planning the day and what to be saying to Shioun to a unified story. Looped in my brother and our friend Em for photoshoot assistance, the story being that Em was interested in photography and that my brother had a dentist appointment in SF that morning, so he'd stick around to help. Jeff also helped to be POC at Palomino's, but more on that later.
In the weeks leading up to the photo shoot (picked a Saturday during Shioun's spring break so I can pry her away from her books for a day), I was working on a "cookbook" where recipes were different memories such as trips, holidays, or meeting and working together at CNET.
Working on the book from right under her nose! Sneaky!
The day arrives, and Jon Fong picks me up. I triple-check that I have both the photobook and the ring, and we head out to pick up Shioun. She looked nice =)
First stop, Treasure Island: Trying to look cool.
Using the curb to equalize the heights a bit, ha.
O RLY?!
My favorite shot from Treasure Island.
Of course, shortly after, we had to break for lunch! The running joke is that Carl's Jr. has been Shioun's eatery of choice ever since she tasted a Six Dollar Burger for the first time last year when the three of us drove down to LA for Steve and Kathy's Wedding Banquet, so she was expecting Jon Fong to buy us all Carl's Jr. for lunch, haha. But we ended up going to Gordon Biersch which was next to the Embarcadero areas we wanted to stop by.
Was good but it ain't no Six Dollar Burger!
Haha, no matter how dolled up she gets, the girl can still put it away.
Not the best picture but I am a sucker for candids. Plus, I didn't have any other group shot, sorry guys! Especially my brother who looks like a deer in the headlights.
At this point, Em, Jon, and Athena all meet us at Gordon Biersch to eat with us, and after we're done we cross the street and visit the waterfront.
Dang I need to grow a butt.
Cool black and white.
Favorite among the Embarcadero shots.
Jordan sighting!
We were running out of time, so we cut the Presidio/Crissy Field locations and decided to head straight to Land's End, where I was planning to pop the question. Good thing we did, because it took 55 minutes to drive through the city from the Ferry Building area to Land's End (the most North-Eastern point in SF).
I'm sure the traffic was a bit atypical and I didn't choose the most efficient route, but we were stuck on Mission in SOMA for maybe 15-20 minutes. I was getting really frustrated which was probably the first sign that something was up. After all, why would I be the one frustrated if it really was Jon Fong's idea and it was his schedule that was being disrupted? Right? Anyway, Shioun said later she didn't think anything of it because I hate traffic in general, ha.
The big problem now was that though I wanted to propose at Land's End, I hadn't hiked the path myself yet at that point. I just knew there were some points along the way that had a great view of the Golden Gate bridge. The plan was to have a verbal cue from me to Jon Fong to let him know that I was going to propose at a good spot we see. Luckily, we saw this which perfectly matched my simple criteria of the spot having a stump/bench and a great view of the Golden Gate bridge. What we found was better than what I expected to find.
The spot.
Jon Fong had brought a couple of props, one of which was an ampersand. We took a few pictures with that prop, and without any verbal cue (unnecessary at that point) he moved onto another prop, which was the Cookbook I made of our memories, wrapped in a weird green handkerchief I got from Korea 14 years ago.
Jen said this looks like a Real Estate ad, haha. She was a Realtor so she would know!
Visibly confused.
Jon Fong told Shioun to unwrap the green square, and Shioun saw the book. We started to go through and look at the book for the next 10 minutes or so. All the while, Em still was gripping the flash for Jon Fong, and my brother was taking video.
Happy and surprised.
Safest bet in the world that Shioun would cry, haha.
Reaching for the pocket...
Question, popped. Not the best shot of Shioun's face who looks like she's about to bust out laughing and say "heck no" but, it's the best shot I have of the overall scene. Sorry!
See what I'm doing right here is sparing you all the kissy pictures. You're welcome.
At this point, Shioun hears that the whole thing was a setup, that Jon wasn't really in town for a dentist appointment and that Em, well, she actually is interested in photography, but she was also out there just to help too.
Had to take a picture of all the associates! From left to right Jon Fong, Em, Shioun, Athena, my brother Jon.
I ask Jon Fong if it's ok to stop by CNET to take a couple of pictures since that's where Shioun and I met, and of course he says yes. The idea though, was to get a celebratory drink after our last location, which is why CNET was a better last location than Land's End since... I had invited a group of close friends to meet at Palomino to have a surprise engagement happy hour. The added crazy extra bonus was that I told Shioun's sister Sylvia that plans were finalized a couple weeks prior, she bought the first flight she saw that arrived the Friday before.
Sylvia and me pigging out on Korean BBQ the Friday evening before D-Day.
The CNET pictures...
235 2nd Street!
A close-up.
Must have made this walk a thousand times...
Jon Fong: "And that's a wrap! Let's go have a celebratory drink! What's around here?" Chris: "I guess there's Palomino, the Mariott bar, or Americano-" Jon Fong: "Let's go to Palomino." Chris: "OK."
We head to Palomino. Shioun still hadn't called her family yet, which was tough for her since she talks to them a lot and they're very close. I had to tell her not to call on the drive across town from Land's End to CNET since she's going to probably want to talk to them without being interrupted with having to take more pictures. Once we get to Palomino, I told her that she should probably call now, before we get into a crowded bar. I suggested calling Sylvia first, because I knew that Sylvia was inside waiting.
Shioun was still on the phone telling Sylvia that she's engaged when she was walking into the bar. When she looked up to see all of our friends there, she started to juggle the surprise along with trying to tell her sister what happened that day. Moments later, Sylvia popped out from her hiding place and Shioun saw Sylvia there walking toward her while on the phone with her at the same time.
Surprised to see friends waiting!
Surprised to see Sylvia there!
We had a few drinks, the Cookbook was passed around, parents were called and photos were taken. Sylvia also bought a bunch of cake pops from Starbucks (she's a partner) to share, that were decorated with handwritten tags she made on the flight to the Bay Area. Such a fun time seeing people there and joining us to celebrate! There are too many photos to post individually so a small slideshow of the happy hour is below.
We went to Japantown for the afterparty, ate some yummy crepes, and there may or may not have been an after-afterparty at Playground =)
Hopefully that wasn't too painful to get through and that the pictures helped. Thanks for reading!
Happy Hours and Your 20's
I remember when I was in my starting position at CNET, and happy hours were so fun to go to, especially since friends my age were in similar entry-level jobs where our salaries demanded us to always find a good deal. Not that we make that much more now, but with age and other responsibilities, happy hours now have become an occasion and not a ritual.
Ironically, even though beers are $3 and appetizers half off, but it always seems to add up, and definitely used to cost more than the current free-99 cost I incur enjoying a nice drink at home with some snacks watching my latest torrent download. One could argue that I'm not having as much fun as I'm not out and about as much, but that kinda stuff doesn't appeal to me too much anymore unless it's for a reason like a close buddy getting promoted or saying goodbye, getting out of work early before a long weekend, our favorite teams playing a game, or a big sports event. But it makes the happy hours I do to seem even more fun.
HH Now (Reason x Scarcity) > HH Then (Reason x Scarcity)
I guess it's peaks and valleys of a more dynamic range centered around the constant plateau of enjoyment it used to be. I suppose I prefer that because I can fill the valleys with other post-work activities. Net-net, I guess I'm having more fun at 29 than I did at 24. Either that or my efforts to justify this through BS math is a big Nile River (denial) running down the middle of my life.
Though, I speak to early 20-somethings and think, damn it feels good to be a gangster.
Advertising and Mad Men
Shioun wanted to do marketing and was in advertising club placing in competition in college. Me? I was busy growing my own strains of e. coli in Micro lab. However, we both ended up in digital media and advertising and met at CNET Networks. I guess she was pursuing her advertising/marketing ventures, and I just loved the site.
It's been fun watching Mad Men together, though I'm 3 seasons ahead of her. We were saying how amazingly simple and easy advertising was back in that time period. It's like a slogan alone wins millions of dollars of ad spend!
It's toasted. - Lucky Strike
Though all tobacco was toasted, DD (Don Draper) took one common process and highlighted it giving people the perception that it was unique. A lot of products do that today from coffee, beer, spirits, bottled water, etc. Now I'm starting to think if it's a common tactic in liquid goods. Hmm...
Take it break it share it love it. - Popscicle
Celebrating the ritual. A lot of CPG and pharmaceuticals do this. Tap into people's childhood to inspire nostalgia through using a product. I read some reseach a while back that studied the pain medication people take (Tylenol vs. Advil for example) with what their mothers gave them as a child. Not surprisingly a large percentage of people used what what they were given as a child. As if using Advil over Tylenol reminds them of a time where they were taken care of by their mothers.
Commercials themselves are becoming rituals, like the Coke polar bears during the winter. Super Bowl commercials also -- they're now such an institution. Super Bowl commercials don't look like... commercials. It's somewhat its own genre.
The Kodak "Carousel."
I love this. This is the typical spinster type of move. It's like calling the Taliban "Freedom Fighters" before they attacked us and became "Terrorists." I loved the move Thank You For Smoking as I thought Aaron Eckhart's character was a natural born pro and spinning things. Sure, Kodak's projector design isn't as extreme of an example as terrorists or the tobacco industry but.. it's still the same projector! A duck is a duck is a duck, until it's called a beautiful billed bird.
The more I think about it, though advertising was simpler I guess those tactics were groundbreaking back then. Their longevity is evidenced by those tactics still used today. That slogan though is now a part of a brand's identity, and advertising is more and more being left for the 1's and 0's. How exciting. For me.