Thursday, May 27, 2010

p90x: Day 3

On a forum there was the question "What are things that are scams that actually work?

p90x was one of them.

It seemed like a solid program during the late-night infomercials (which was already a plus since most of them sound completely bogus), but as with all the fat-loss exercise programs, I assumed it was too good to be true and that most their 'before/after' photos were from google images.

Then my PE professor at Emory vouched for its nutrition plan. They had Emory faculty look over it and it was sound. Nothing dangerous, nothing ridiculous. Just solid eating habits.

Overhearing the conversation, a couple students talked about its success for them.

Dang it, I guess I'll give it a shot.

I've never been visibly overweight or chubby (unless you count 5th grade, in which I still had all my baby fat) but then again I've never been able to cross the line into 'amazing fit'. Chinese just weren't built for six-pack abs. My resting endurance level (say my endurance after not having exercised for a month or so) is terrible. If I ever stopped exercising, it just plops. I've tried may strategies to get the athlete's build to no avail. So I'm giving p90x a shot.

I forgot to take a before picture, but I guess I'll do that soon. And I'll only post it if the after picture is that much better. Ha.

Oh and after the first three days. I hurt. A lot. Feels great though!

How I Read...

The following is my approach to reading. So why I'm writing about it? Not sure, but its results from a bit of self-analysis during conversation. It's always fun to learn more about yourself.

I tend to select books based on their sociological response and philosophical pursuit rather than on content, genre, or immediate enjoyability of reading.

For example, classic Russian literature such as that of Dostoevsky or Tolstoy generally escapes me (Why are there thirteen different names of each character, none of which sound similar?) as my meager attention span gets loss in the dense text. But for some reason these works have survived through time and popularity, so my curiosity piques. Only then did I begin to recognize and appreciate the author's subtle ability to break down simple situation into its minute details -- stuff I would have never realized. These works make concrete the thoughts that generally pass fancifully through one's head, without ever realizing they were there. It's cool stuff.

(Although I'll admit I've yet to finish a single Dostoevsky or Tolstoy from cover to cover... I always get bored shortly before the end)

Back to the premise of this post, it is for this reason that I am a big fan of science fiction, but not fantasy. Science fiction such as Asimov (arguably the father of science fiction) and Card (arguably the father of modern science fiction) forces me to think and re-think about my own everyday life and sometimes, reality itself. Heavy, right? The Foundation Trilogy (for example) was written in a time that atomic power dominated the energy scene. Thus, the future is written based upon the technological acceleration of atomic power. The whole idea of psychohistory is an idea I think any mathematician or engineer has toyed with. What if I could calculate the behavior of human beings? It would have been the middle school years much easier to predict and handle, eh?

Fantasy, however, often offers little intellectual tinkering. Occasionally there are analog situations or lessons that can be applicable to life, but not enough to capture my interests. I want books that will really stir up my thinking.

Then what of Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter? LOTR is an iconic work in its own right, that's enough of a reason for me to read it. And Harry Potter is an exception, as I grew up reading those books long before I ever realize my own strategy at choosing them.

Part of me still dislikes getting sucked into a book series. One reads the first book and a whole new world is opened up. Your own brain struggles to categorize and illustrate the new realm created by the book (think reading Harry Potter for the first time). You can feel your own brain working to fit room for new concepts and new ideas -- a truly fun process. But then with books 2, 3, and onward, there is often less to be gained. Instead, you continue to read out of a mental procrastination. It's easier to read books that already fit within an understood universe without having to exert much more mental processing. It goes from reading for intellectual pleasure to fanboy fanaticism (in some cases). But perhaps I am being too critical.

I read the Foundation Trilogy last summer and it revolutionized my opinion of science fiction. Asimov is an incredibly philosophical author, especially about questions that our world undoubtedly will face in the future.

This summer, I continued in the next book in the series "Foundation's Edge." Immediately, however, I could feel a difference. I almost felt guilty at reading this book. There was little new mental fodder; I only continued to read in order to learn more of the story... although at some points it became a bit of a stretch. One of the only redeeming points was that it tied the Foundation novels to his other series (Nemesis, Robot).

After reading, I found out why. Foundation's Edge was written thirty years after the original trilogy because the fan-boys wanted more to the story and the publishers offered him a large amount of money. Asimov even admits that those were the only reasons he continued the story. There's even a final book "Foundation and Earth," which I may finish simply out of a desire for completeness -- I might as well finish the story after coming this far, right? But that won't be until later.

I also recently began reading other works in the Ender series. After reading Ender's Game last summer, I thought that it was a solid, well-written book with many philosophical points and social commentaries written in. Recently, I found out that the whole purpose of Ender's Game was to write the story of Speaker for the Dead, which was also fantastic (although some of the plot points were a bit of a stretch). The more I read, the more I realized how similarly Orson Scott Card and I thought. Or perhaps in the midst of reading, I had begun to understand his thinking a bit better. Subsequently, I finished Xenocide, the third word in the Ender series. This series, however, is unique. In each of the three books, Card plays with different cultures/languages thrown in (American, Portuguese, Chinese) -- he heavily researches them. The locations and characters within each book change greatly (aside from Ender, of course), and the ethical dilemmas dealt with in each novel are very different. I have found less 'series'-ness of a quality to these works than I do with others. With each page turn, he makes me think. And think hard.

Granted, I could easily have read the Ender series without abstracting into practical application, but if not, then what do we learn from reading?

Next post, I want to point out a few of those passage that make me love Card's novels.

Goals: Hawaii, Taiwan..

I've decided to take an interesting approach to this summer: Finish everything you've put off for the last 21 years.

I didn't realize I only had a couple months. Let's see how many I can finish.

1.) History of Self: This is a big one. I have been saving trinkets from important events, random meetings, etc since I was in middle school. Perhaps since I was aware of my poor memory, I wanted to be able to recall easily the more vague recollections. That and I tend to assign value to pointless objects
Journal: I journal in times that require much thought. Combined with my inability to be consistent, I have journals (including this blog) in hundreds of different places. Luckily they're all packed away, just not in any particular order. I hope to make it linear.
Photos: As much as I love the technology generation, I have always been hesitant to instill complete trust in it. I hope to print out photos from years past and put them into photo albums... in case Facebook ever goes under (::knocks on wood::). I'd just hate to tell my kids "well, I had many childhood photos; unfortunately I never had a physical copy..."
Scrapbook: Maybe this isn't the right word for it, but I hope to catalog all the memorable pieces of junk (homecoming flowers, movie stubs) into a scrapbook of sort while I still remember the memories behind them. They say around my age is when your brain reaches capacity. In order to learn something, you lose something else.
Bookcards: A strategy to remember books you've read. Taught to me by my Pre-AP English teacher in high school. Thanks Dr. Tilley!

2.) Music: As I've posted before, I need to learn how to focus on the music, for the sake of the music. If I was completely honest with myself, a portion of my motivation for learning how to produce music has to do with hopes for fame and fortune. I greatly and wholeheartedly dislike being told I can't do something. Maybe I'm just trying to prove a point.
Here's a current status on the songs I've written and/or nixed (these names aren't necessarily the song titles, just how I remember them):
Vanilla Valentine - on hold. I really like these lyrics, but I worked on it too long to be objective of it, so I took a break.

First time - Nixed. It had a solid intro, but some of the words became too cliche. This was the song that explore the different versions of 'love' as inspired by Love in the Time of Cholera. It may come back, but for now I dislike it too much to continue.

Envelopes - Working on it. Just finished halfway through the pre-production writing, but haven't been in the studio (I'm still travelling) so it hasn't seen ProTools yet.

Ignorance - Working on it. I love the concept behind this one, but I've only just started

There are about 4 others that I've written down on paper, but who knows if they'll ever see the light. I just want to finish at least four songs COMPLETELY before the end of the summer. Let's hope.


Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Summer Projects

So I somewhat did not live up to my goals. Did not complete 10 songs, or even one song. What I do have, however, is many hours spent in the lab with four unfinished songs. The great part about failing though is learning to start anew. Granted, there is something to be learned in finishing a song, even if it's not good, but I despise putting my name on a product of which I am not particularly proud. So I didn't.

Unfortunately, putting more time into music and friends this semester did cause a bit of strain on my academic life -- luckily it was a strain that is no longer a top priority. As much as I'll miss the life of undergrad, I'm excited for what is next.

I'd like to purchase my own equipment at some point as I've grown weary of using hardware that I do not 100% understand and did not put together -- it's limiting my productivity and growth. Don't misunderstand, I love the lessons I've learned from that music lab and the hundred of base concepts it has taught me, but I think going from hi-tech to low-tech (in terms of amount of equipment) will be a change. Learn to crawl before you can walk.

This summer I hope to make much more progress. We'll see.