the plan

The plan, if it can really be called that. When I actually type it out it does sound kinda crazy…
  • Ride Uber or Lyft from my house to the Sac Airport.
  • Rent car at the airport and drive 250 miles to Florence Lake.
  • Take ferry and hike (or just hike if ferry is closed due to low water) 11 miles to Muir Trail Ranch.
  • Hand keys to my rental car to two guys (who I still actually haven’t met in person) who will drive it back to Sac Airport.
  • Hike on the John Muir Trail approximately 110 miles from Muir Trail ranch to Whitney Portal.
That’s the part I had signed on for, because I thought I had a ride from Whitney Portal back to my house. But that ride seems to not be a possibility anymore. So now in addition to the above I’ll need to:
  • Hitchhike or hike 11 miles from Whitney Portal to Lone Pine.
  • Ride the Eastern Sierra Transit Authority bus from Lone Pine to Reno.
  • Take Amtrak or Greyhound bus from Reno to Sacramento.

For some reason it’s the second portion of this that’s giving me second thoughts. That’s crazy huh…


the POST finale

Today was my last day with the California Commission on Peace Officer Standards and Training, or POST as it’s known internally. On Monday I’ll be starting a new job at the California Department of Education.

My final day at POST was like most endings in my life so far– anticlimactic. I spent the early part of the day filling out my exit paperwork, then I spent a few hours wandering around shaking hands and saying goodbye to the people I’ve worked with. That’s probably what I’ll miss most about this job, the people. Because it’s such a small organization it’s almost like an extended family.

The work itself I won’t miss too much– Initially I really enjoyed it, and it was something that I wanted to try my hand at. I was hired on as a web developer, and because the agency is pretty small I was able to do a variety of things as a web developer, from graphics design to database administration to programming and even some photography. At least that’s how it was initially. But towards the end of my time there I was almost a pure programmer/developer, which I found I didn’t enjoy as much. I found that I enjoyed working with databases, and so I’m fortunate that I was able to find a job that works with data more. Starting on Monday I’ll be working in the data reporting office of the CA Department of Education.

I’m fortunate that I found a new boss that was willing to take a chance on hiring me as a database/report developer, even though I don’t have a whole lot of experience with databases or data reporting. And I’m fortunate that four years ago I found a boss that was willing to take a chance on hiring me even though I didn’t have a whole lot of experience in web development. Looking back I realize that I’ve been blessed in my career– I’ve always been blessed with great managers, and I’ve always been blessed in being able to find a job in something that interests me, even though I might not have all the qualifications on paper. I’ve found that what I like most is learning, and I’m lucky that every job I’ve had has been a great learning experience, even though sometimes I learn what I don’t like doing.

promiscuous writing

The seventeenth century French playwright Moliere had this to say about writing:

“Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.”

I can’t say I know too much about prostitution, especially in seventeenth century France, but I can’t imagine how it would ever be done for love or friendship. What I can say is that Moliere’s thoughts on writing seem accurate to me, at least as it pertains to this blog.

I was a computer science major in college. Most of my time was taken up by my programming projects. I did have the chance to take one creative writing class, and I found that I really enjoyed it. It was probably my favorite class in college. As a side project, to sort of bridge my interest in programming and writing, I created a little blog platform in php and mySQL. After a while it became too much of a hassle to run my own blog, so I joined the Xanga bandwagon, which was a popular social blog platform at the time.

After college Xanga just sort of died a slow death. And not just my own. Xanga as a whole was dying, replaced by social networks like MySpace and the later juggernaut Facebook. I jumped on the Facebook bandwagon like everyone else, but I found that I still wanted a place to write longer and more in depth. Facebook just wasn’t a great platform for that. It’s not really meant for long form writing.

So I started a new blog. I had a domain that I owned,– and decided that I would start a blog on one of its subdomains. Thus this blog, was born. This time around, instead of developing my own blog I decided to use WordPress, a full feature blogging platform that’s freely available to download.

So it was the love for writing (combined with a little bit of knowledge in technology) that got me started on this blog. After five years I’m actually kind of amazed that it still exists. Back to the Moliere quote, it’s like he said. It was love that got me started but it’s friends that kept me going. Most people know that I’m terrible at keeping in touch with people, and so this is my small way of keeping in touch with friends, letting them know what I’m up to. There are a few friends out there that semi-regularly read the blog, and once in a while I’ll get an email or chat or text message from them about something they’ve read which gets me back in touch with them. So that keeps me motivated to write at least once every few months. And I suppose that I’m my own best friend, in that I find that I continue to blog largely for myself, so that I can go back and relive past experiences.

So it was love that got me started on writing, friendship that kept me going, and it’s money that nearly got me to stop. My web hosting for the dahhh domain is set to expire in a couple of months, and for a while I debated whether to keep paying for it. It costs me ten dollars a month, not a huge sum of money, but enough that I was considering cancelling my hosting. But halfway through writing this I realized that I really want to continue with this blog. So I’m renewing my web hosting for another three years– for love and for friendship, money be damned.

So anyways, I’ll end by going back to where we started, by musing about prostitution. Again, I don’t know too much about prostitution, but I suppose the ones who make the most money from it are the most promiscuous. And so for this blog, if I want it to be worth my money, it makes that I should be more promiscuous with my writing in it. So for my friends out there who still read this (and for myself I suppose), I hope that I’ll be somewhat more promiscuous with this than I have been in the past.

korean market meals

One of my favorite things to do while traveling is to wander around the local markets and sample as much food as I can. Korea in particular was an amazing market meal experience for me, partly because I know and love the food. Much of the stuff in these markets I can find in America, but I found that everything was so much tastier here.


In Seoul there’s the Namdaemun market. I spent the better part of a day eating my way through this market. The first thing I had there was the ddeokbokki, which is rice cakes stir fried in spicy sauce. The ddeokbokki was okay, but the best part of this meal was the bit of fish cake soup that came with it. All together it was super filling for less than $3. In hindsight though, I wish I had eaten less of it so that I would have room for other stuff later.

kimchee dumpling. awesome.

These kimchi dumplings were ten for 5000 won. I didn’t have room in my belly for ten of them, so I asked for one, and they charged me 1000 won. In hindsight I should’ve just bought the ten, and saved them for later because they were incredibly good. It was a revelation to me, how good these could be when fresh, because I’ve only had the frozen ones before.

grandma's pig feet, with legit grandma.

Grandma’s pig feet stall, complete with a legit grandma. I’m a big fan of pig’s feet, and it’s been a while since I’ve had one, so this was really satisfying to me. Apparently it’s pretty popular in Seoul, since I saw a lot of pig’s feet restaurants and stalls in Seoul.


In the heart of the Namdaemun market there’s a tiny hole in the wall restaurant that specializes in kal-gook-su. Literally translated it means knife noodles. I eat these noodles from time to time in America, but I’m pretty sure the noodles are store bought and made by machine. This place still makes them and cuts them with a knife by hand. It was super tasty, for the equivalent of about $4 you get all this food, a huge bowl of kal-gook-su, a bowl of spicy naengmyun (cold noodles) and a bowl of barley rice.


In Busan I went to the famous Jagalchi market with my nephew to grab lunch. There are some foods there that I didn’t see in the Seoul markets. They had spicy pig skin, sunji soup (sunji is coagulated cow’s blood), and gamja-tang (literally translated this is potato soup, traditionally it’s made with pig spine). My nephew and I split a bowl of sunji soup. Typically I’m not a fan of food made with blood, but this was quite tasty. The lady was super nice too, she refilled our bowl for us, even though we were splitting a 3500 won bowl (equivalent of about $3). In hindsight I wish I had some of the gamja-tang too, since I like that stuff. I figure if something I don’t typically like tastes good here, stuff that I normally like should taste incredibly awesome. Unfortunately I didn’t have enough stomach space.


Jagalchi market is famous for seafood. There are literally seafood stalls as far as the eye can sea. It’s all super fresh, and much of it is still alive. Many of the stalls had little restaurants in the back, so you can pick out the seafood and they’ll make you a meal right on the spot. You could get the famous live octopus here. I was planning to eat it here, but I chickened out at the last minute when I saw how lively they were.


My nephew and spent some time just wandering through the Jagalchi market looking at the various fish for sale. We were pretty full, so we weren’t planning to eat anything. All of a sudden I heard this lady yelling (in Korean), “If it’s not good I won’t take the money.” So I stopped to take a look at the fish her husband was grilling. It certainly smelled good.

Before I knew it, this lady started dragging me and my nephew into the little restaurant behind the stall. So I’m thinking okay, I’ll order just one piece of fish, just to try it. But they said the minimum I could order was a meal for two people. So at this point I’m thinking, “Dammit I’m about to get ripped off, this is gonna be really expensive and probably isn’t gonna be very good.”

So we proceed to order the minimum for two people, which ended up being 20,000 won (about $18). At this point, I’m thinking “Shit, I just got ripped off really badly.” But then as my nephew and I start eating, we find that the fish is super tasty, and the meal came with a lot of side dishes and a bowl of miyuk gook (seaweed soup) that’s also quite good. And by the time we’re done eating, the little restaurant was completely full. Whether it’s from people that the lady dragged in, I’m not sure, but everyone in the place seemed very happy to be there. And in the end I was pretty happy too. I left with a smile on my face, so when I asked the lady if I could take a picture of her, she was all smiles too.


I enjoyed everything I ate at the Jagalchi market so much that I ended up returning to the market. My main mission at the market the second time around was to eat some raw fish. There’s a section of the market where there’s a ton of hwae-jib (raw fish houses) lined up one after another. How do you pick which one to go to in this situation? I ended up going into one that seemed to have a good number of customers and ordered hwae-dub-bap, which is basically the Korean version of chirashi, raw fish over rice. The fish is incredibly fresh, they chop it up right there in front of the stall, and it comes with a few other seafood side dishes.

Almost all of the meals that I ate alone in Korea was at the markets. There was so much tasty stuff, sadly I just didn’t have the stomach capacity to eat everything I wanted to try. And one thing I liked was that each market seemed to have its own regional specialties. If I ever get a chance to spend a good block of time in Korea, I’d like to just travel around the country and eat at a market in each town along the way.

blood in busan

My final stop on my crazy month of travel was to my hometown of Busan. For many reasons it was the place where I was most looking forward to visiting.


First and foremost, I have the most family in Busan, and I was looking forward to seeing all of them. We had dinner together, and its the first time I can remember three generations of my family all eating dinner together. I was looking forward to seeing my nephew too, I’m pretty close with him since he went to school in San Francisco and lived with my parents for about half a year. He was shorter than me when he left, but now he’s way taller than me.

sunji gook bab

My nephew only had one day to hang out with me, since he was going to a boarding school for a month. We hung out like old times, wandering around and eating food. He introduced me to sunji soup, which is a soup made of coagulated cow’s blood. I’m not usually a fan of food made with blood, but this was actually really tasty. And it was ridiculously cheap too! My nephew and I split a bowl for the equivalent of about $3.

Cousin and his family.

After my nephew went off to boarding school I spent most of the rest of my time in Busan with his family. Even though I rarely see them, I felt like we were close. I guess being blood relatives makes it that way. Family is family, even after long periods of not seeing them or even meeting them for the first time, as in the case of my nieces in Busan.

Busan seaside temple.

Many of the tourist sites in Busan are near the ocean, including this Buddhist temple built on the ocean side cliffs.


There are several beaches, including Haeundae beach. In the summer time it would be crowded here. Since it’s the middle of winter I wasn’t expecting too many people, but there were a surprisingly large number of people wandering around the beach still.

This is the maritime college that my dad graduated from

The maritime academy that my dad graduated from is in Busan.


At one of the restaurants we went to there was a cage in the parking lot that held these two dogs. I felt a pang of sadness on account of them, partly because they were caged, but mostly because they remind me of Dannie and Annie, the two dogs I had growing up.


My time in Busan and Korea as a whole was sort of a journey of discovery for me. Part of me wonders what life would be like if my family never left Korea. It got me thinking about what part of us is caused by blood or genetics, and what part of us is because of environment? I wonder if I had lived in Korea, would I be the same guy that loves the outdoors and loves biking? Would I be the same guy in a different city, biking along the beach in Busan instead of biking along the river in Sacramento? Or would I be someone else completely different?