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Month: March 2025

  • projector

    Well I’m glad someone’s enjoying it

    So I bought a super cheap projector on Amazon, one of those with a brand name you’ve never heard of, but with somewhat reassuring reviews. If you just focus on the positive ones. I wasn’t expecting much and in fact I wasn’t even sure it would last the month. But the Warriors were in the playoffs, the game was on Friday night, and a few of us dads needed an excuse to hang out.

    Of course, I’d never set one up before, connected it to the internet, or even knew if Warriors games were available online but hey only one way to find out: Invite a few friends over so you’re time boxed and pressured into making it happen. It took one of the dads 45 minutes to set things up and balance the projector image. I’m still not sure how to do it correctly to be honest. But my goodness the image was more than good enough, I somehow found an actually legitimate and legal stream, and the tiny bluetooth speakers were perfectly fine. Victory.

    Sadly the game didn’t go our way, what the heck Curry, but we were too busy munching on snacks, eating the fried chicken and free corporate launch party food somebody stole brought, enjoying some ice cold ones, and just catching up. One of the guys’ wives packed custom snacks (the good kind, not the gas station kind). And well, losing means you actually have a lot of time to talk.

    It was perfect. Everyone helped clean up afterward like it was some sacred ritual—fold the chairs, pack up the chips, take out the garbage. Like I sad, a great group of dads.

    So then I brought the projector home, not exactly sure what to do with it. Kacie had been against buying it, giving me that classic “absolutely not” look, the one she reserves for impulse purchases and general views in my direction.

    But I hatched a plan. Just pointed it at the ceiling in our bedroom, and turned on ‘Descendents of the Sun. She walked in frowning, took a look at the ceiling, then lay down, and just sighed. “Ahhhh.” We watched a couple of dramas like that, horizontal and happy. It felt very luxurious in a way such a cheap purchase shouldn’t make us feel.

    And then… my daughter found it.

    Now my room is no longer my room. It’s her personal YouTube Shorts theater. She’s a one-kid projector hog, lying flat on the bed, wrapped up like a burrito in her blanket, scrolling through thirty-second videos like they’re oxygen. I walk in and she doesn’t even blink. In fact I think her look towards me is a tad unwelcoming.

    Um… daughter?

    Can I have my room back?

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  • reading

    After growing up in Minnesota and Edmonton until I was 8, my parents decided to move back to Korea. I vividly remember being devastated by the news and charging up the stairs to my room. I loved my school in Edmonton, had a lot of friends etc despite the extreme cold and mosquito filled summers. Kids don’t really notice that stuff, do they.

    My parents though, were probably homesick and lonely, as there was only one other Korean family nearby, and worse my moms English wasn’t good to the point we struggled to communicate with each other. It was a no brainer decision for them obviously and I’m happy that opportunity arose.

    So we moved back and I sort of had to learn Korean, as it was… not good. Still once you’re immersed in that environment as a kid, its simply a matter of time until you get used to it and become fluent. I even adjusted more or less to living at my stern grandparents place. The Korean education system on the other hand however, as I got to know very soon… holy lord almighty wow. I’m pretty sure one spank with the rod for every one question you got wrong on an exam is… not it. 67 questions I got wrong on my first exam, gee I wonder how I remember that exact number.

    Anyway, after some point, my mom realized that I might forget all my English skills, as she had seen happen to other kids that had moved back at a young age. So she then commenced regular book buy sprees despite my dads very modest salary. We’d bus to these places that sold english books and bought them by the multiple bag load. Tons of Choose Your own Adventure books, The Hardy Boys, even all the Tintin comic books series among a lot of other, not exactly Pulitzer Prize worthy, stuff.

    So until 11 years later when I returned to attend Michigan, I was a voracious reader, without even speaking a single word basically during those years. I remember on the flight out wondering it I could still speak it, after only reading. And well, turned out you could!

    I’m double more thankful at work these days, because words to matter. The exact one, the tone, what you’re trying to convey, in what order. And of course, trying to be as concise and easy to understand as possible, because at the end of the day, what exactly is this persons ask is what everyone is wondering. After becoming an em, I asked my dad for advice, and this gruff, old school guy told me be extremely careful with your words.

    So obviously, thanks mom and dad for all the books, even though none of them were exactly Shakespeare or Hemingway!

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  • rotating sushi

    My kids’ favorite restaurant—hands down—is a local chain rotating sushi place. They love it. A few taps on a screen, no need to talk to anyone, and like magic, food shows up at the table. We actually don’t go too often as its not particularly cheap, but sometimes special occasions do arise and we give in.

    They order the exact same thing: udon noodles. Every single time. And vanilla ice cream for dessert. Despite our many attempts—asking, encouraging, even flat-out pleading—I’ve yet to see either of them eat a single piece of sushi(To be sure, I hated it as a 14yo too… until I realized how expensive it was and it suddenly, magically started tasting much better)

    That said, it’s honestly not a bad choice for me and Kacie as we’ve always enjoyed Japanese food. I pick a few rolls here and there, and she loves uni. The entire family doesn’t eat too much curiously, so the bill is actually manageable enough.

    And apparently, we’re not the only ones that like this place. It’s is always packed; by 5 p.m. on a Friday, the waitlist is already 30+ minutes. Yes, we have the restaurant’s app. Yes, we collect rewards points. And yes, I more or less know the wait times by heart depending on the day and time. So at least we get seated in less than 5 minutes by planning ahead.

    As for quality? I was never a Michelin-star kind of guy anyway, so I always leave happy. So do my daughters—mainly because they’re obsessed with dropping empty plates into the counting slot, which tallies your dishes and adds to the bill. Enough and this plastic egg drops with something inside.

    It makes me wonder—what is it about places like this that appeals to adults, too? Maybe it’s the freedom of choice, the low stakes of trying something new (if you don’t like it, it was only a few bucks), or the sense of control when everything’s literally at your fingertips.

    Going on a wide tangent, maybe that’s why we gravitate toward dashboards at work too—the desire and requirement to know what’s happening at any given moment, to feel like we’re in control. Just with fewer sushi plates and more charts though yes I’ve seen many a dashboard be silently retired.

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