Which lamp shade?

I have this family-heirloom lacquer lamp, which was made by my mother's lacquer company 30 years ago.  She may have hand-carved it herself.

I am buying a lamp shade for it.  Which one is better?

A: B:

survival school photos, part 2

Ajax in the stream, on the last day of hiking.

Canyons above juniper field. This photo is beautiful, but slightly stress inducing because the photo-taker is clearly not standing in shade.

Cooking on our penultimate night.

Stream during solo. We were each assigned a section of the stream. The instructors asked us to reflect on the fact that as we used the water, we were upriver and downriver of each other. If one of us polluted the water, it would affect everyone downstream.

Packing my versa-cloth with items I need to use throughout the day. My pack is already done, behind me.

In the rain, reunited after solo. We were giddy from being around humans again.

On the last day, we crossed a stream about 30 times. Parts of the path near the stream were sandy like a beach.

On a break.

Just after daybreak. We looked like vultures.

Walking through trees. Since I was often slower than others, this view of their backs is a familiar one for me.

I loved survival school so much. I can't wait to go back next summer. It is peaceful and pure.

I feel like everyone should want to go to survival school. Logically I understand that many people don't want to fast and get bitten by mosquitoes and have the skin on their hands crack from dryness. But emotionally it seems unfathomable that the majority of people will choose to live their entire lives without experiencing the wonder and pure joy of survival school.

Minted white party!

Second annual Minted white party in Calistoga.

Most of us took the party bus from the office to Calistoga. Here we are walking off the bus, up to the house. 

Me with Melissa, my wbff.

Mariam hired a magician, who was surprisingly talented.  He had one of my engineers hold an object, and his girlfriend put her hands around his, and then he morphed the object inside their hands.

The magician came around to each table but skipped Melissa's.  I couldn't stop telling her how great he was, making her very jealous.  Then I got to use a line that my brother morphed from the jelly meme: "Be jelly donut!"

Snack table, overlooking trees.

It was nice to meet my coworkers' significant others.  At one point, our executive admin came off the dance floor to pull in her fiance.

"I thought I'd be able to hide, since it's dark," he said.

"You're all in white!" she said.

...

Our print-quality specialist Joe told me, "My birthday used to be my favorite day of the year.  But now it's the Minted white party."  I saw him dancing avidly on the makeshift dancefloor, then suddenly sitting quietly by the smores fire pit.

"Why aren't you dancing?" I said.

"I want to make sure to enjoy every part of the party fully," he said.

Our executive admin bought the white curtains for party decor!

On the bus back, my coworkers sitting in the back of the bus sang songs for the entire ride.  They sang the song "One, you're like a dream come true, Two...  Four: repeat steps one through three.  Five -- "

"How do you ever get to step five?" someone asked.

"Step four is to repeat steps one through three, and then you're on step five."

Also, Joe did an imitation of a pro wrestler with a Minted twist.  "Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!  This baby shower comes with skinny wraps!"  

Latest painting class!

I am happy with the top left quadrant of this painting. Not so much the rest.

Painting is fun because I have low expectations of the result. So I can only be pleasantly surprised, never unpleasantly surprised.

a suspenseful story

This story is the funniest thing I read this week.

I manage to peel back the leather seat top to find a rather luxurious looking commode, with a nice cherry or walnut frame. It had obviously never been used, ever. Why this moment of clarity came to me, I do not know. Perhaps it was the realization that I was going to take this toilet’s virginity with a fury and savagery that was an abomination to its delicate craftsmanship and quality. I imagined some poor Italian carpenter weeping over the violently soiled remains of his once beautiful creation. The lament lasted only a second as I was quickly back to concentrating on the tiny muscle that stood between me and molten hot lava.

a few photos from survival school

Dusk during student expedition.  There was crypto-bionic crust (a type of algae) everywhere in our campsite.  If you step on the crypto, you destroy 90% of it in a single footfall, and it can take up to 200 years to grow back.  We tried to step in each other's footprints.  A lot of missteps and profanity that night.

After hacking through backcountry for hours, breaking out into a scene like this is awe-inspiring.  

This was the day I came up with the "door" innovation.  We were each making a "tent" out of our rain poncho.  I had my group tie our light wool versa-cloth to each end of the tent, to form a door.  Having the entire tent enclosed sealed in the heat.  

The next day, I overheard other groups telling each other about the tent door idea.  By the next night, most groups were doing it.  As I walked through camp, I saw a bunch of tent doors.  It was a very visual illustration of Viral Marketing and Word of Mouth Virality.

This structure was used to dry jerky from our sheep.  The jerky was excellent.

We crossed this stream at least 20 times on the last day.  The water varied from ankle-deep to waist-deep.  Our hiking boots got wet with each crossing, which was conducive to blisters.  Thankfully it was the last day.

We were given two days' worth of rice near the end. We didn't eat any until the last night of the trip. My cooking groupmates asked me to cook the rice, since I'm Asian.

I carefully washed all the rice. Then we learned slowly and horribly that you cannot cook two meals of rice in the pot meant for one portion of rice. Half of it burnt and the other half was still raw.

I spent 30 minutes scrubbing out the pot with a stick. My groupmates went hungry that night.

It was the lowest point of the trip. Later PJ asked me how bad I felt about it, on a scale of 1 to 10. I said 9.5.

friendship

I had started to feel that friendship is mostly determined by spending a lot of time together. Proximity and unexpected encounters and shared interests.

But then Sha-mayn came to visit this Monday through Thursday, and it reminded me how you could be on opposite sides of the coast, and only see each other a couple weeks per year for the past six years, and you could still feel extremely close to the friend.

Me to Sha-mayn yesterday: "You are so in-demand. Every time we're in the Google cafe and need to walk 100 feet, it takes forty minutes because everyone wants to say hi to you. And every time it's your birthday, Facebook has an outage due to all the people writing on your wall. But you're my Google BFF. That's pretty awesome."

Bachelorette night.

On the topic of people living far away, I miss my brother. I have a dream that one day he'll move back to the Bay Area, and also my parents will come live with me after my dad retires.

Hosting Product Design Guild this Saturday

Minted is hosting Product Design Guild this Saturday!

If you're in San Francisco, and you're a great UI designer, come hack with us!  It will be fun.

Here's the Facebook event invite.

Post survival school musings

It has been a week since survival school. I am getting readjusted to the feeling of being surrounded by walks, and the luxury of running water available at all times.

I realized that I do not want to have dinners at restaurants any more, unless it is a local organic place like Plant or Chow or one of these Ferry Building places. At other restaurants, I end up mindlessly consuming so much unhealthy food, and then feeling weighed down after.

Survival school 14-day field course

I am in Provo. Survival school just ended this morning.

Killing and processing the sheep was emotionally intense. Solo turned out far more liberating and creative than I expected.

Twinsies!  I am wearing the same shirt style and shorts as another student.  He is an actor who played Ziggy in The Wire.

At base camp, preparing to embark.

Laying out my blanket pack on the first day.

On the last day, two of the students ran after our shuttle van, to be playful.  I miss our little community!

The other students blew me away with how incredible they are. Not merely in athletic prowess (there were so many marathoners and pole vaulters and super hikers) but also in attitude toward life. I felt like the frog in the well, who did not realize how big the sky is, and how many amazing pursuits people could have.

Survival school round 2

Driving in the van to start my 14-day field course at survival school!

In my course is a VC, a 19-year-old college student studying industrial design, an AMD chip engineer, an actor, and a few others we haven't yet met.

Weather forecast is sunny with daytime temps around 90. Here we go!

Luck

Recently I was asked how I started programming. Telling the story made me reflect on how sometimes what appears unfortunate on the surface turns out to be a stroke of luck.

When I was 5, my parents decided to buy me a video game console. They were both very busy (my dad getting his PhD, my mom working multiple jobs), so I had a lot of spare time. Nintendos were all the rage, but my dad bought a Radio Shack system, either because it was cheaper or due to his unfamiliarity with popular trends.

We only owned four games, so after I had played each of them hundreds of times, I got tired of them. It turned out that the console had a BASIC interpreter if you turn it on without a game cartridge. It came with a book with short programs at the back. I started typing them in and it would draw cascading lines and circles on the screen.



We did not own a memory cartridge, so I had to re-type the whole program every time. I also did not know how to touch type, so it would take an hour to type a 5-line program. But I had hours of time every day, so I would do this often.

When I was 8 or 9, the local school offered an introductory programming course, and my dad signed me up. The first day resembled the scene from Karate Kid where the kid discovers to his shock that he has internalized karate without realizing. The teacher handed out a syllabus with an overview of conditionals, loops, gotos (remember this was BASIC), and I knew it all already. I remember being confused. Programming is a challenging school subject, so how could it be the same thing I had been doing for years on my video game console?


I went home and announced to my dad that we can drop the class and get our money back, because I magically knew all the material already. He must've thought I was joking. He insisted that I keep going, even though I learned nothing new from that class.

A couple years later, our family friend (a CS grad student) saw that I knew the fundamentals and taught me LISP for fun. I wrote little adventure games for my brother; "You see a book that says TOM. Read / take / north / south?". Then Pascal and C in high school, the unforgettable euphoria of my first program which drew a circle using trigonometry, and eventually realizing at 16 that computer science was my life calling. There has never been a moment of doubt since.

Last year, my dad mentioned wistfully that he wished he could have given me more material possessions as a child. "You never wore designer clothes growing up," he said, "Kids love McDonald's, and I couldn't take you very often. And you only had that cheap Radio Shack game system with so few games."

Work gong

One of the lead graphic designers at Minted brought in a gong. This has given me a lot of joy in the past week.

Here is our engineering intern ringing the gong to celebrate the launch of an improved data deployment system. He is using a plastic bowling pin, as we do not yet have a proper gong mallet.

Starcraft tournament

I had incredible fun playing in an entrepreneur Starcraft tournament last night, hosted by an ex-Googler friend.

Our former Minted intern Maverick was kind enough to be my 2v2 teammate, even though he is platinum league and I am an unranked noob.

I caused us to lose the first game by Zerg rushing the enemy Terran instead of the enemy Zerg. I did the six pool correctly but chose the wrong opponent.

Our second opponent ended up placing second overall, so we were outmatched from the start.

It was fantastic! My only regret is that as the only female player, I felt a need to represent, and then I promptly caused two losses. Ah well, next time I will get a new laptop and practice my APM!

The winning team was Maverick's classmates from University of Waterloo.  At one point, they played against their classmates who became the third-place team.  They wrote "uw represent" at the start of the match.

At one point early in the night, I was talking to "Hat-guy", Maverick's friend from the winning team.

Me: "What league do you play in?"

Hat-guy: "1v1 or 2v2?"

Me: "2v2."

Hat-guy: "Master's!"

Me: "That's great.  1v1?"

Hat-guy: "Master's!"

Me: "Why did you ask me which one I meant then?  Did you just want to say Master's twice?"

Hat-guy: [beaming] "Master's!  Third time."

...

During the match, when they were doing the initial build order, the two opposing teams typed out messages to goad each other, such as "Tell me how your day was." and "it was allright."  And then "What's euler's formula again?" in the middle of the match!

I texted my brother many updates throughout the evening.  At one point:

Me: "I am such a noob!  I didn't even know what a baneling is."

Brother: "That explains a lot, lol"

Ephemerisle

This is my third year at Ephemerisle.

On Friday evening, we had a time-critical issue on the server, so I spent a few hours on my laptop from inside the white dome.

It was so peaceful sleeping on a floating platform, surrounded by twenty friendly fellow festival-goers.

Mom's visit

My mother stayed with me for 25 days. I just dropped her off at SFO on Sunday. As she walked into the airport terminal, I felt a wave of sadness, and wished she could stay.

We have evolved to an equilibrium where we get along very well. She cooked me breakfast and dinner every day. We both got addicted to "The Office" and watched the first seven seasons together. I felt motivated to tidy up the apartment and buy flowers and furniture to make it a more pleasant environment.

katy

Wow, Katy Perry looks really different with vs without makeup. Also, this highlights how we pretty much have never seen her without makeup in public. Kudos to her for being in a movie without makeup! That's great confidence.

ideal networking event

Over skype:

Me: Tonight I went to the ideal networking event.

Melissa, my work BFF: Was it held on a houseboat with cuddling [referring to Ephemerisle]?  Or ideal for a different reason?

Me: HAHAHA.

...

The event was free pedicures, with prosecco and finger sandwiches!  It was sponsored by SecondMarket, and held within walking distance of the Minted offices.  I chatted with various founders and lawyers, who were very witty.

Goodie bag: champagne, chocolates, nail care kit. Ideal!

I bet they had a meeting to plan this event, and one person said, "Let's corner the market on female networking events. Let's invite all the female execs, and give out pink gift bags with pink ribbon and nail kits!" And another person said, "That's really risky. What if it backfires and we look foolish? Pink ribbon?"

It totally worked! Any time that someone would like to host a networking event involving champagne and pedicures, I am in! 

Mother's Day

My mom is visiting me while my dad attends a college reunion trip in China.

One side benefit of my mom's stay is that my brother sent a pretty bouquet of flowers to my place for Mother's Day. Yay!

I gave all my paintings to my mom as my Mother's Day gift. She is going to hang them at home!

Christy Turlington at Minted!

Yesterday, Christy Turlington came to visit Minted.  Minted is working with her non-profit Every Mother Counts.  

Last night we held a press event announcing the launch of wall art on Minted. We're donating 50% of the proceeds from nursery art and children's art in May and December to Every Mother Counts.

Mariam (Minted founder/CEO), Christy Turlington, me.

Christy is an amazing speaker -- very natural.  She talked about her own childbirth experience, and how it inspired her to realize that women in developing countries often experience social pressure to avoid medical attention during complications in childbirth.  Women die unnecessarily in childbirth.

She talked about difficult topics, like how some countries ban abortion, even if the pregnancy is a result of rape or incest.  When people have seen such tragic events, sometimes their sense of indignation comes out so strongly that the audience wants to shy away.  But Christy said it in a way that elicits empathy and makes people want to help.

You can help by spreading the word about Every Mother Counts!