Yellowstone

Last time I was here, it was literally hell. Furious blaze swept through the land and ended all lives in its path. The smoke was so thick that I cannot see the Grand Teton when I stood right in front of them. We escaped Yellowstone, choking, as the park was closing down. Later, it was known to be the fire of 1988.

Today, many 22-year-old skeleton trees still stand silently, some long ago fell. Saplings spawn among tall grasses, some young trees have reached about half of their ancestors’ height. Had we known that trees took so long to regenerate, would we have “let it burn” then?

Bison addiction was powerful and contagious. People will stop the car, jump off, and start snapping pictures whenever a bison come in-sight. This fever became uncontrollable when a herd of several hundred decided to come enjoy the sun in Hayden Valley. Old, young, male, and female bison were everywhere and literally stood in the middle of the road posing for those cameras and camcorders. If the rangers weren’t shooing people, they would try to pet those bison.

Deer, Black Bear, Grizzly, and possibly a Coyote we also saw. Moose definitely not and Elk was questionable, too far to tell. Whoever planning on a visit should bring a pair of high-power binoculars or a serious telescopic lens.

Beside Old Faithful, Yellowstone is good for at least two to three days of just sightseeing and light hiking. There are the upper and lower falls at the Grand Canyon (of Yellowstone), the Terrace at the Mammoth Hot Spring, and many geysers close to Old Faithful. The Yellowstone Lake is beautiful and offers many boating and water activities. For those who are serious hikers, horse-back riders, or bikers, then this park can easily fill a week’s time. Reserve the lodging probably a year early. As far as I can tell, only the Old Faithful area has cell phone reception. I did not see a TV anywhere and probably no Internet either.

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Gordon Ramsey Methodology

There is a method to his madness. I was hooked by Hell’s Kitchen, again, this season. For those non-addicts, Gordon Ramsey is a Michelin Star chef doing a reality show. The winner gets to be the top cook of a world-famous restaurant. This is the American Idol for cooks.

Hell's Kitchen

Yet this is also a serious business. Gordon Ramsey owns those restaurants and needs the best person in the kitchen. He first looks for raw talents — people who know foods and can produce expensive and highly desirable dishes. Next he needs organization skills. In a Michelin restaurant, all foods must arrive the table at the same time; something that requires military level precision. I believe he is also looking for someone who is creative and manageable too. He wants a colonel, not a general.

TV or not, what would be the best method to select such talent?

First use high-pressure basic training to weed out those who do not have the raw skills. At the same time, the candidates learn the system: station assignment, services preparation, and, most importantly, quality expectation and processes. This period ends when half of them were out.

He then turns his attention to leadership and organization skills. He also observes their drives and competitiveness. Gordon wants a field commander that can win battles.

At the end, he gives the finalists the blank canvas: create their own menu that best show-off their skills. This step is critical since restaurants must delight patrons to keep their loyalty.

At all time, the pressure is kept high for two reasons: it boost TV rating and it amplifies weakness.

By season 7, all contestants knew the rules of the game well. We can observe their strategies — against each others and Mr. Ramsey. Of course, we all are picking our favorites and predicting the outcome. I got hooked by this reality show last season. Like his restaurants, Mr. Ramsey probably needs some new ideas for the show, otherwise, I am not sure how many more seasons it will last.

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China’s One-Child Policy

Scott Tong

Scott Tong, a family friend, has been Marketplace’s ShangHai chief. As he finishes his 4-year oversea assignment, he gave a series on China’s one-child policy. I cannot match his depth of coverage, but can definitely add some colors.

Modern China is now filled with spoiled brats and lazy bums. Since the kid is the only hope for many parents and grand parents, he or she grew up well pampered and cannot really survive in the real world as an adult. They are called the Strawberry Generation — easily bruised and become useless by the slightest squeeze. They manipulate parents and grand-parents masterfully. They live lavishly and refuse any responsibility or accountability. They perish from lack of praising, let alone any criticism. Their parent shake their heads and worry about their survival and independence. At the same time, the older generation keeps on providing everything the young adult ask for, to a fault.

China also acquired a matter-of-course attitude on birth control and planning. A married couple need to apply permission to be pregnant. They get consultation on contraception tools and methodologies. Everyone knows when someone is having a kid and everyone talks about the costs of abortion, the effect of biological clock, the tips of birth planning, and other topics that western societies do only in the most intimate settings. When a couple have a second kid, everyone knew what they have gone through: resigned from governmental job, saved up for the penalty, moved to a bigger house, requested permission to enter school, etc.

Inhumane it was, this policy decreased China’s fertility rate faster than any other method would have. Human beings tend to disrespect whatever resources that are abundant. For a country with over a billion people, lives became cheap. Ironically, the cruel policy that killed millions of babies also made the new generation of children most precious.

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100 Days @ Seattle

Seattle

Late March was a perfect time to move to Seattle. Winter lingered on and summer was lazy to insist. You can feel the seasons changing. One day it would be damp and cold and the next bright and balmy. I found myself grabbing the wind breaker, instead of the winter coat on my way out. They said the winter is not over until July 4th.

Why move? It’s the right size, right timing, and right city for me. Working for a small company is so refreshing. Decision chain is clear and short. No more months of slide deck refinements, socializations, budget allocation, and, worst, political bargaining. I felt the liberation from of the decision making speed and the satisfaction of being impactful. I am, hopefully, at the balance point of maturity and risk tolerance. Lastly, I like a smaller city’s downtown and actually a cooler climate.

The foods landscape here is different. Starbucks defines the minimum quality coffee anywhere in this city. Most places serve intense, flavorful, and near perfectly made coffee. Beers are excellent. Almost all restaurants offer local draft beers and they are all well-made. My recent favorite is Mac and Jack’s, an unfiltered pale ale. It is not so bitter and a bit fruity. Oregonian and Washingtonian wines are good and cheap. A $15 dollar Pinot Noir is at the same quality as $30 in California, at least to this amateur drinker. Of course the seafood are fresh and tasty. Oyster and Salmon are the best and they cook them (or serving them raw) just right. I found steaks boring but burgers great.

I have not ventured out of the Seattle downtown much. For a rainy city, people are extremely active outdoors. There are more runners, bikers, climbers, hikers, yoga, dancing, etc. than anywhere I have ever worked. These are serious exercisers: they train for events and try to win. One of the co-workers is a ultra-marathon runner. He runs 50 miles (in about 8 hours) in weekends.

Everyone who heard that I was from California gave me this wry smile like I am about to go through a hazing process. Seattle’s summer is charming and her winter drives those unfit to northwest away. As someone who arrived in March, I may be fooled into liking this place. “Just you wait,” they were thinking. “And let’s see if I will see you next year.”

OK, we’ll see.

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Top Pot Doughnuts

Hand Forged

The logo said, “Hand Forged Doughnuts” with a picture of a blacksmith hitting an anvil. Hmm…

A boy sat down next to us. His legs dangled happily, too short for the chair. His cute eyes trained on his dad who eventually came with a glazed one with colorful sprinkles all over the top. The boy held up the doughnut and buried his head into it. A while later, he reached for the milk and smiled at his dad. A few more bites and he handed his dad the half-eaten doughnut. He then put his hands to the face, inhaled, and gave a smile that was so satisfying. Daddy put the doughnut in a bag. They walked out of the door hand-in-hand.

Does it get better than this?

At 9am of this drizzling Saturday (this is Seattle), there were more than a dozen people waiting in line to get their doughnut fix. I bit into my Bavarian Chocolate Filled one and understood. The dough makes the difference. It was light yet with the right texture. The dough must balance the sweetness. It needs to give just enough substance so that it is a doughnut, instead of a piece of cake, bread, or just sugar.

Of course the coffee must be right too. This is Seattle so that’s a safe bet. It was strong and flavorful. With my companion, this makes it a near perfect breakfast.

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It will be perfect this time.

Every software engineer knew, surest to his bone, how to do it right. After all, he did the first version and fixed all those bugs that came the years. He has been bothered by all those bad decisions that caused him hours of late night work. Had he had the chance to do it from scratch. It would be perfect.

Everyday, he sees the mess that is and think of the perfection that could be. Most likely there is nothing he can do, since he has jobs to do and the code belongs to the company. If he was lucky, he got to participate the project that would actually do it. That will be like opium for the addicted.

Those who studied the history of computer would be too familiar with stories like this. They would know that the first team were as smart as the second, the third, or the fouth. Re-writing is usually like growing-up. The likely outcome is most likely the same as the previous attempt.

It is the irresponsibility of the senior manager to launch a “re-do” project without knowing what exactly would have made a difference. Re-writing is not the right way to clean-up the old mess or to save maintenance costs. It is justified only when the existing architecture has truly run of steam. Even then the project must be done with extreme caution. Backward compatibility is tricky and usually demands the same kludges that caused the original mess.

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Crisis Management: the case of BP

Tony Hayward

Tony Hayward got fired for not knowing how to behave under crisis. (Well, it is not clear that he actually was fired. He is no longer doing the job before the oil spell happened. Rumors said he did it voluntarily to get his life back.)

I am sure he is a competent manager, no one rises up to his level, running a 265-billion dollar company, without some serious skills — crisis management not part of the repertoire.

First, get engaged. Senior management are trained to think long-term, on vision, strategy, long-term, talents, messaging, etc. The best of them delegate effectively and have processes and lieutenants to handle operational level tasks. For crisis, though, the big guy needs to set up a war room, staff it with the highest level personnel whose sole responsibility is to handle the situation, and command directly. This is necessary since the main job is to grant exceptions to rules and processes that himself set up. Otherwise, the system can only follow existing processes and that just won’t work for crisis.

Second, guide with righteousness, not laws or economy. Too many would advise him on the corporate liability or fiduciary responsibilities. The instinct would be to avoid the accountability. But the liability and damages are inevitable and only public perception can possibly be a positive influence. A transcendent stance, at morality level, can turn things around. Losses and law suits will come and can be dealt with. Money will be spent no matter what. How would history remember it?

Get emotional. The only time Tony Hayward showed any emotion was when he wanted his life back. He appeared a cold-blooded corporate man on TV and no one believed when he promised that he will fix it. Crisis require leadership. No one follows when there is no personal connection. Mr. Hayward, by not showing any emotion, proved that he was the wrong person in charge.

President Obama behaved similarly in the beginning and quickly corrected himself. Guess there are better advisors in the White House than BP headquarters.

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260 lbs of love

How do you move 1,000 packs of poker cards from China to the USA? Daughter decided to design a pack of cards years ago. She doodled with Photoshop on and off and refined the definition of “finish” for over a year. She kept on tweaking and finally reached the limit of her creativity. The perfection is elusive and a matter of opinion. Changes would just please a different set of people, instead of making herself more satisfied. So she called the project done and hired a production manager (Ahem) who also would finance this venture. The idea was to print certain quantity and sell them to recuperate the costs. There is, after all, a difference between designers and artists.

Email messages flew. Weeks became months and time tried the patience. Money changed currencies and changed hands. Finally, 1,000 packs of poker cards arrived a friend’s house in Beijing. Those of you jumped up and shouted “Fedex” just sit down. Put together, they will cover your coffee table and stack 10 inches high. Yes, about 260 pounds in weight.

If we ship them, the unit cost will be way too much. So we hired couriers: those friends and family who happened to be flying to the USA. Twenty packs in the suit case and hundred packs as a separate luggage. The last batch came when I went to Beijing on business. I filled an extra luggage with about 100 packs and another 250 in a separate box — a hair less than the limit of airline weight limit.

A bone-skinny officer picked me out after the airport X-ray station. She led me to a windowless room with a elevator door, two low tables, a phone, and no chairs. She made a phone call and waited siliently. For 25 minutes, I rehearsed Richard Gere’s Red Corner. Then someone came in with one of my luggage. She was surprised to see those cards. My explanation brought a hint of smile, “so, she tried to become a designer.” I offered her a pack and she declined.

The SFO custom could not believe a lone business traveler would bring three pieces of heavy luggage into the country. I, again, offered the inspector a pack. He declined too.

My coffee table is now covered with packs of cards. I would probably move them to the closet, but that involves handling lots of weight. Instead, I contemplate how my grand kids will be amused by their mom’s youthful design works.

Nope. I would never get the money back.

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燒餅油條, 鹹豆漿

When I was ten, we lived in a suburban town called Yong He (永和). On weekends, Mom would leave change on the table. Brother and I would take the money to this place down the street to have breakfast. There was a grinder that liquefy soy beans into a giant pot. The pot-belly guy would stir the pot with a big ladle constantly. What I wanted would be the freshly made bowl of soy milk.

There are two kinds of soy milk then. The sweetened version taste rich and silky. A popular variation required an egg, pre-beaten before pouring in the boiling soy milk. The result was extra buttery and yummy. The soy sauced version has a crescendo of flavors that came from many condiments. I usually had a hard time deciding which one to get. Legend had it that Mr. and Mrs. Chiang Kai-Shek frequented the very same store. We were having royal foods just next door! They were not even expensive.

fired sticks

Store

The standard companion to the soy milk is the Chinese pita. The cook will moisture their hands (to protect against the heat) and stick the raw pitas inside of a clay oven. Later, they would skillfully pry them off with an iron stick. The standard filler for the pita is the fried flour sticks (kind of like churros, but not sweet, pictured above) It was fascinating to watch the flour sticks expand ten-fold when dropped into the fryer. They come out fluffy like croissant, only crispy. When served with the Chinese pita, the cook would open the pita, fold the fried sticks into it, and press down to crush the sticks inside. When you bite into this thing, the hot bread and sesame aroma rushes into your nostril, the pita will have a nice crust outside and soft inside, the sticks will add the extra chunkiness to the texture.

Yong He has long became just a memory. My favorite soy milk place would be at the corner of FuXing S. Rd. and RuiAn St. (復興南路, 瑞安街). This Saturday, we woke up early just for it. There was a long line at the door. “7:45am. Really?” Wife asked. Fortunately, it was the to-go line and the eat-in area had no wait. We shouted out our orders and sat down. When I had the first bite, I sighed silently and almost closed my eyes. How I did not know those childhood memories can come back so vividly?

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Naked in Seattle. Seriously?

Bless his heart. Mayor Mike McGinn of Seattle wanted to improve the city and polled his citizens for ideas. The most popular two ideas were to legalize Marijuana and to extend the light rail system. And the third one? Yep. Nude beaches.
Bay to Breaker

San Francisco is famed for its Bay to Breaker run that features extravagant outfits, or the lack of. Thousands of people lined the street to watch those runners, including several of my co-workers years ago. They were young and shy Asian girls. The sight of a group of port-belly, mid-aged, buck-naked men running down the street traumatized them for many years. (I did not go. Someone took lots of pictures.)

Nope. Nude beaches do not mean Sports Illustrated models or the Birth of Venus.
Fremont Solstice Parade

I guess the arrival of summer, and the dry season, is an major event for those who endured the long and gloomy winter in this city. I checked. Sun light at this altitude does little harm to the health. (It also does not generate enough Vitamin D.) Before Mayor McGinn finds a way to fulfill his citizens’ desire, people can simply participate the Fremont Solstice Parade, held on the weekend before summer solstice. It features dancers, floats, foods, and nudist cyclists. Several hundreds of them, usually wearing nothing except paints, would ride down the street to roaring parade watchers.

What if it rains on the parade? Hmm…

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