Thursday, August 20, 2009

Taken from my Facebook notes: Response to Hot, Flat, and Crowded by Thomas Friedman

So I finished Hot, Flat, and Crowded by Thomas Friedman for summer reading (since everyone in my seminar HAS to read it).

And...I kind of want to know how true everything he says is. I mean, he sounds convincing, but I don't want to just blindly believe everything he says because it just sounds TOO easy.

Even though it's not.
(Floods will be more common and more severe if we don't start working to alleviate climate change.)

Does anybody get what I mean? That you can pretty much say that saving the climate, preserving our planet's biodiversity, helping our national security, promoting growth in third world countries, taking down petrodictators, and other good things is economically viable in the long run? (Or maybe not THAT long...I didn't get this as much because I don't know much about economics.) That, and it's all interconnected and related to improving our energy system/pushing clean energy? AND it would give us a chance to NOT surrender "the next big industry" to China/India/another emerging giant?

Because (according to Thomas Friedman, who - by the way - I don't think I agree with on all of his points), if we do things like promote a tax on imported oil (or all oil...)/carbon emissions in general, create harsher emission standards (like for transportation), as well as make it easier for people to invest in solar/wind/nuclear/wave/etc R+D/production, it will:
- Promote a cleaner environment
- Spark competition between companies to become more "green", which will end up saving them money in fuel and become a selling point for when they want to hire people ("come work for us! Look at how green we are!")
- Spark capitalistic competition: for example, between automakers. Contrary to their whining, harsher emission standards does NOT cause automakers to go out of business.
- Encourage American alternative energy companies to stay American and not focus on foreign markets
- Keep American taxes going into projects that help the USA (coughcough not the Middle East)
- Help our national security (ie we don't have to bow down to oil-producers)
- Help our TROOPS
- Show a good example to the rest of the world, ESPECIALLY developing countries who want to "live an American lifestyle"
- Give us a foothold against cheap Chinese/Indian companies by preventing them from selling products that would not meet our higher carbon emission standards. Which would, in turn, force China/India to create their OWN higher standards to compete with American companies, (and so on) which would be better for the world...
- Help develop technology that could provide power to developing countries and villages, making it easier for people to stay in villages and not cram into unhealthy, overcrowded city slums. This would make it easier for people to get into the middle class AND would allow these people to focus on education rather than pure survival, which would increase the numbers of innovators

And other things...
(We can prevent urban decay and environmental decay at the same time.)

I mean, there are a ton of things standing in the way, such as the fact that a lot of the governmental bodies controlling various aspects of our energy policies aren't under the same roof - in order to get a central energy policy, you need to go to the Department of Energy, the Department of Agriculture, the EPA, the Department of Transportation, the US Army Corp of Engineers, etc. In that sense, China has a much easier way of implementing a clean energy system than we do...except that China isn't really doing that, either.

There's a lot to say about this, but I don't want to rant. I just want to say a couple things I found interesting (assuming everything Thomas Friedman says in his book is 100% true):

One thing...our troops. (Esp the ones in Iraq/Afghanistan.) Let's look at Iraq. Now, I don't support the Iraq war...but I do support our troops (as people). I admire that they are putting their lives on the line to protect us back home. I would like it if as few of them died in Iraq as possible, and I'm glad President Obama is withdrawing a lot of the troops.

What's really sad, I always think, is when a soldier dies in Iraq because of something like a car bomb. They weren't doing anything at the moment, and they just get killed. Or when they're doing something mundane...like transporting diesel. Why diesel? Because it's really hot in Iraq (like 121 degrees Fahrenheit), and the encampments can't use the Iraqi grid for energy to run their many air conditioners. For a long time, soldiers had to truck in so many gallons of diesel to run the ACs, and these soldiers in their diesel-transporting trucks would be easy, flammable targets for IEDs (improvised explosive devices). The US Army had to spend time, energy, and lives to make sweep roads of IEDs and send soldiers to truck in the diesel to run the ACs.

So the Army wanted to cut down on the amount of energy they used. Makes sense, right? They were able to save 40-75 percent on their energy usage just by insulating the tents with foam. They built on that design (using the foam insulation) to build large, domed temporary structures with that insulation, the capacity to sleep 40 soldiers (4x the average army tent), more ballistic protection thanks to the concrete in the design, and 2 mobile wind turbines and 2 sun-tracking solar panels in addition to a backup generator. Thanks to the wind turbines and solar panels (and the insulation), the tents can produce enough energy to provide power, air conditioning, and have a bit left over to give to a nearby village.

As of when the book was written, I don't think those structures have been implemented in Iraq or Afghanistan (since it needed to be perfected), but it's a good start. As Friedman said, you "buy one, get four free". You spend the money on the efficient structures, and you:
- Save lives by getting the diesel convoys off the road
- Save money by lowering fuel costs
- Might be able to give some extra energy to a nearby village, which might make the people in the village less angry at the occupying soldiers
- Might make the soldiers demand the same kind of energy-saving practices in factories/buildings in America once they come home. The same thing happened when the army was desegregated - why can't it happen now with energy policies?

(The above was summarized from the beginning of the chapter entitled "Outgreening Al-Qaeda")

So yeah...

There are a lot of interesting things to think about, like how if you don't focus so much on the "we need to save the polar bears"-type attitude and focus more on the "we need to save money and promote a healthy national economy"-type attitude, you end up saving the polar bears because more people will be on board.

Another chapter I thought was interesting was about how to get poor communities on board with "the green revolution". If somebody can't afford their house, they won't care about saving the polar bears. But if you put money into education and create entry-level "green-collar jobs" (such as working in a manufacturing plant for solar panels - which could lead to being a manager, which could lead to being an innovator, and which would be the stepping-stone factory job of the present), then you would stabilize more people. If people don't have to worry about feeding their families and getting evicted, then they can worry about the polar bears. And if you can kill the poverty bird and the disappearing-biodiversity bird with one stone? Um, why not?

(The passages about "green-collar jobs" are in the same chapter as above: "Outgreening Al-Qaeda")

So yeah.
(I don't know about everyone else, but I think this is worth protecting.)

It kind of seems too easy, this "saving the world" thing. Like if we have a good energy policy, too many things will just fit into place, and like how if we tell people that preserving the forests in Sumatra is more economically viable than cutting it down, we can both help developing economies and alleviate the strain on our planet. But it also seems so impossible, because this sort of thing CAN'T happen in the US government right now, and it HAS to.

I mean, I hate to be patriotic, but we NEED to be one of the countries moving forward into a clean energy system. Japan and Europe are already getting there and leaving us behind, which isn't THAT much of a problem right now - but what if China and India get there first? Then we would get left behind as China (or India) would become the new world power, and while that might be great for the Chinese - I'm American. I'm a plain, boring, whitebread American girl. While yeah, I wouldn't mind China becoming a clean energy giant, I want my own country to do well, too.

Because if we can jump ahead in our energy policy and create an economy that China can't compete in, China will find a way to compete. If we become green, China will want to become greener - India, too. And Japan. And Europe. And Indonesia, and everybody else. "Anything you can green, I can green better."

It's a competition that we can't lose - but, even though it's a competition, everyone has the potential to win.

...

But it's not happening, which sucks.

...Wow, that was long. Did that make any sense to anyone, or is it just late-night ramblings from a girl that doesn't really understand economics as much as the Palo Alto School District would have wanted her to? :)
(Sunsets are beautiful. Let's have the sun continue to set on a planet that's just as beautiful.)

Monday, August 3, 2009

Hey there, summer goals.

Okay, so...due to the fact that yesterday I finished my 11th chick lit book (which would be Queen of Babble in the Big City by the glorious Meg Cabot) and on Friday I got my DRIVER'S LICENSE, I'm going to do a little bit of a self-check on those summer goals I made back in June...

1. Write a novel - workin' on it...both...both of them. I started both of them before summer, but I figure that if I finish one by the end of summer (one of them looks like it will finish up by the end of August) and if I write a combined total of, like, 50,000+ words, I'll be good.
2. Go to the city on the train with my friends - ...man, I really need to do this...
3. Get my driver's license - OH HEY WHAT GUESS WHAT I HAVE. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, I HAVE a piece of paper, since my actual license card still has to get mailed to me...but I WILL get it, and I'm sure the cops will be fine with my piece-of-paper interim license, so YEAH WHAT WHAT.
4. Watch a sunrise - ...maybe now that I have my DRIVER'S LICENSE, this will actually happen.
5. Take a picture under Hoover Tower - I seriously cannot believe Janice and I never did this. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH US.
6. Read at least 11 brainless chick lit books - uh-huhhhhhh did this. :)
7. See Janice - OH HAY DID THIS TOO.
8. Clean my room - um, this is kind of vague...every time I clean it, it just gets dirty again.
9. Practice flute at least sometimes - I swear I'll do this.
10. Make sure to coordinate me-Cally-Brandy-Anna stuff so it actually HAPPENS - well, Cally-Anna-me stuff has happened, as well as Cally-me, Anna-me, and Brandy-me (ONCE), but all four? Hehe. Oops.
11. To get some sort of thing made to represent/remember "home" with - ummmmm...

So that's a grand total of...
In progress: 2
Done: 3
Not even started: 6

Now, I know the "not even started"s outnumber the "in progress"es and the "done"s (combined), but hey...it's summer?

Oh, and I actually have homework due the first day of class. Or, actually, the second day of class, since my seminar meets on Tuesdays, not Mondays. BUT STILL. Homework. Ew. (I should probably get started on that, too. I mean, I've read one chapter of one book, but...yeah. I need to do my homework.)

Thursday, July 23, 2009

I hate wisdom teeth removal. End of story.

My mouth huuuuuuurts.

And it totally makes me not want to write anything, even though I should be working on those stories I wanted to finish this summer (which will probably happen for one of them, but not so much the other...ALTHOUGH I HAVE IT OUTLINED hahahahaaaaaaa yeah).

Instead, what have I been doing?

I've been watching illegally-uploaded-to-YouTube Kim Possible episodes. And ANIME. (In my defense for the anime, it was only four episodes (so far...since it's new) and it's from the only series I'd bother watching nowadays...and that's just because it was the inspiration for The Eleventh.)

...I have no defense for Kim Possible, though...haha, it was kind of cool since I didn't know they made a fourth season, so there are TONS of episodes I've never watched. Like...Kim and Ron? TOGETHER? SERIOUSLY? Didn't think they were gonna make a whole season with that! But they did.

Although I gotta say, I did like Ron/Yori... :( But they weren't "meant to be", like I guess Kim and Ron are (no duh, right?) Drakken/Shego kind of freaks me out now, though, even though I think I used to think they would be cute together. But that was when I was ten. Now that I think about it, it's kind of...disturbing. And they only have one real "moment" together - personally, I think Shego would be better of with someone else. And Drakken, but I can't think of anybody in the show who'd be good for him. I can with Shego, though.

But enough about that.

(Though I gotta add: FELIX/ZITA! Aaaaah adorable, adorable, ADORABLE! Also, Junior/Bonnie...hahaha, wow, they are perfect together.)

So yep.

I'm not even reading chick lit...I'm watching Kim Possible. DID YOU KNOW THAT SKY HIGH AND KIM POSSIBLE WERE WRITTEN/CREATED BY THE SAME PEOPLE? I did not know that, but now that I do, it kind of explains a lot. And Mister Barkin was voiced by Patrick Warburton! Hahaaaaaaa wow!

...So, um, why did I write this, again?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

The Ramifications of Chick Lit

Okay, so I'm currently ~15 pages from finishing one of the two chick lit books I checked out when I went to the library again today (but forgot to bring one of the books back that I'd checked out before - oops!), and even though I was going to go to bed before midnight in an effort to shift myself back to a normal sleep schedule...I got sucked in and I couldn't stop reading! I have to finish it tonight.

So why am I writing this?

It's because I'm reading The Cinderella Pact by Sarah Strohmeyer, which is partly about three woman vowing to lose weight and keep it off (therefore becoming sexier and happier and healthier and yadda yadda) in six months. And it's got me all enthusiastic to try the same thing, even though I'm not obese.

Or, like, I'm not obese but sometimes I FEEL obese. And not just the "ohmigod I just looked in the mirror and I'm SO UGLY why would anybody associate with me" kind of "I feel obese" because I'm pretty sure everybody feels like that. Or, at least, everybody who is female. You know. Mirror phobia and all that. (Or camera phobia for those of us who aren't ridiculously photogenic without trying...or at all...)

It's more like...I just feel heavy. And flabby. Like it's restricting my movement, weighing me down, giving me an unflattering figure, and making me breath harder just to do something normal. It's not like I don't work out - I started going to the gym again, so hopefully that'll help - but it's like...I dunno. I don't like it, though, cuz I don't FEEL good. Screw looks - this is something else.

So I'll cut to the chase: I have a "curvy tummy" as they say in Seventeen magazine, and it's getting in my way. I don't want this tummy! I want - er, well, I would LIKE abs of steel, but I don't think "abs of steel" and "Anne Ciccarelli" will ever go together - but I want something that doesn't feel like its weighing me down and splashing out everywhere. Especially now with all the fashions - they're so flowy around the middle and cinched at the waist. A curvy tummy does not work with these! So it's like I can never go to a store and buy something. I'm a bad shopper, but like, I got a gift card for Anthropologie and I really wanted to get something...

But nothing looked good! And while it wasn't ALL because of my curvy tummy - some of them just didn't work with my wide shoulders or were just kind of weirdly shaped to begin with - it doesn't help!

Then I went to Gap and saw a dress I LOVED. It's like my number one sin - dress lust. Seriously. I LOVE LOVE LOVE dresses, but I can never wear them without feeling like everyone's judging me or that they only show off the worst parts of me.

BUT I LOVED THIS DRESS. They had it in two colors, and I think I liked the two-tone brown one better, but the navy-and-black one was cute, too. I mean, if I could just find some cute brown flats, I could totally wear that brown dress! (Or I could just use black flats I own from band and wear the blue-black one...)

Except it was the absolute WORST kind of dress for my curvy tummy. I couldn't even try the stupid thing ON, even in the seclusion of the dressing room. I could just stare at it and luuuuuuust. It's like prom season all over again. I stare at dresses, but I never get to wear them. The last time I bought a dress that I actually WORE was for homecoming in FRIGGIN NINTH GRADE.

So I've decided!

Enough of not wearing dresses! Or, at least, not having a good tummy for dresses!

I want that brown dress! (Or the blue-black one, since I already have shoes for it.)

So...I don't know how...but I'm going to kill the curvy tummy. Or at least get it under control. I'm going to start each day by doing crunches until it kills me (er...maybe I'll just start off with 20 and work my way up...) And I'll do push-ups, too, although that won't help the tummy. But it can't hurt, right? And I'll keep going to the gym. Maybe I'll run in the morning OUTSIDE (I've never had enough confidence to do this since I can't run for more than fifteen minutes on a treadmill).

I dunno.

But I want that dress. Even if it has a 99.9999% of being horribly out-of-fashion in like, two weeks...I don't care. I at least want to be able to walk into freaking GAP and try on a dress I think looks cute.

Because I want to be able to wear a dress. :) Screw prom and Cinderella fantasies, a casual one will work just fine.

(Okay, now I'm going to go finish that book and GO TO SLEEP because it is waaaay past my bedtime. And crap, I should have written this in my journal...I wonder how long it'll be before I cave and just print out blogs and things? Haha. I'm just a fast typer! Can't deny that. :) Anyway...even though nobody reads this but me...bye bye! Sleep tight. I'll dream of myself in a beautiful dress I'll never wear tonight.)

Monday, July 6, 2009

About that novel...

So I decided to be more nostalgic this summer and write an "juvenile" story. Two of them, actually. ;) Of course I won't be posting about them, because they're embarrassing that way. Even though I'm an adult, I guess it's just hard to shake off the kinds of stories I liked to write as a child. After this, I promise I'll write more mature things.

But for now, I'm just gonna have fun and pretend I'm still a kid. I mean, hey, a novel's a novel, bottom line.

It'll be our little secret. ;)

Friday, June 19, 2009

Insomnia and Summer Novels

Alright, so I still can't fall asleep, so I worked on my novel for this summer...goal number 1. :)

And guess what? It's CHICK LIT! :D Best type of book everrr, even though romance hasn't really started blooming yet. (That's because...I dunno...I don't want to give it away? Actually, it's because I had trouble wrapping up Chapter 3. That's why.)

Yeah, so I'm taking a break from The Eleventh (even though I need to finish the second book) because The Eleventh got so wrapped up in my senior year...I need a break from it, too. I'll finish the draft of the second by the end of the year, and maybe get started on the third if I can (NaNo '09?)...but for now...noooooo. I'm writing harmless chick lit. :P I'm almost 10,000 words in, and although I don't have any outline written (which has me kind of freaking out) I have a good idea of where it's gonna go.

With the exception, of course, of the next few scenes. I think it's going to end up being kind of like Highness in the sense that the first draft is gonna SUCK due to its flailing-about nature, but hopefully it'll be salvageable. Maybe even enjoyable? I'm trying to get a spunky-type female narrator-thing going, since that's what contemporary chick lit is all about. Hopefully I'm succeeding.

Oh, and it's based off of my own experiences (haha, no). It's about a girl named Wendy Phillips who has an overactive imagination that ends up sucking her into movie plots as she watches them, in particular one movie: an action-adventure fantasy type called Glass Flower that stars her best friend's celeb crush. But the guy Wendy ends up falling for isn't the actor her friend adores, but the character himself - the standard charming action hero with the weird name, Cain Leafheart. But Wendy ends up learning that falling in love with someone who's just in her head has more problems than solutions, especially when she begins to lose the overactive imagination that gave her Prince Charming in the first place.

I either want to call it "Overactive Imagination" or "In Your Head"...or something else. I'm having trouble coming up with a title I like. :/ Oh well. I'll call it Overactive Imagination for tagging purposes...even though it's currently In Your Head in the document version. Heheh...working title, much?

But yeah...maybe I'll post the Prologue through Chapter Three here! :) Just for fun. Like a preview! Haha, yeah, I'll do that. (But I'm going to be lazy and not transfer over the italics...because I'm lazy. Hehe, sorry.) Here is the unedited first draft prologue...:

Prologue

I have always had an overactive imagination. It was just something that was a part of me - I personally always blamed it on being an only child with two parents working full-time. Plus, there being three of us, I was sometimes the odd one out. (Yeah, three-way conversations? They don't work.)

So, when my parents were out and I was stuck at home with a babysitter or at that after school program they signed me up for every year, I usually just had to dream up my own adventures to have. It wasn't to say that I didn't have friends, because I totally did. I was actually a really social kid, not "Miss Popular", but high enough up the social ladder to never be in a situation without someone I could be friendly with.

It was just that a lot of times, I was stuck in a situation where either I was by myself, or everyone else around me wasn't being as friendly as they could have been. (This happened a lot if my parents had to drag me to a company dinner or a dinner party with their friends, and I was surrounded by boring adults who would ask me my name, age, and what I wanted to be when I grew up before ignoring me completely.) So I had to make do with what I had, and what I had was my imagination.

It started out innocently enough. First, I had basic imaginary friends. I never had a consistent imaginary friend, I just used whatever was around me. Sometimes it was a stuffed animal, sometimes it was an action figure, and sometimes it was a cloud up in the sky. Then, once I got older and could imagine things in my head, I would think up vague shapes of people to talk to. Eventually, they became clearer and ended up developing personalities, and I sifted through my very large collection until I found a few characters that seemed interesting enough to keep imagining up everyday.

Then I started getting into reading books, seeing movies, and every now and then playing a video game. That, as it turned out, was a mistake just waiting to happen.

As it turned out, my imagination on its own was completely harmless. No matter how real anything was when I imagined it up, it wasn't...you know. Real. It was just a tiny little figment of my imagination that I could throw away at a moment's notice.

But, apparently, my imagination worked synergistically with other people's imaginations. If a book was imaginative enough, suddenly I found myself staring at a vague shape that resembled the main character or villain, and they would only go away once I closed the book. It was the same with games - characters would begin to interact with me outside the screen, only leaving me alone if I turned the console off.

Movies were the worst - as soon as I started watching a movie, it was like I was in the movie. Sometimes my interpretation of the movie plot would end up drastically different than whoever I watched it with because I ended up basically seeing a different movie. (Apparently, adding just one character - namely me - could potentially change a movie from a sad ending to a happy one, as demonstrated when I single-handedly saved both Romeo and Juliet when I saw the 1968 film.) Heck, sometimes I ended up seeing a different movie if I watched the movie a second time.

But it only happened to me, and nothing that happened in the movie was permanent. I think I got killed once when I watched the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie, and I was fine when the movie ended. That was always what happened - the movie would end, I would wake up from my movie trance, and everything would be normal again. It just made it unbelievably awkward to watch movies with people, since if they turned to talk to me during the movie, I wouldn't respond. In fact, I'd usually just stare up at the screen, my mouth open a little bit, looking a bit like I was about to have a seizure (that was how one of my friends, Nellie, described it).

I mean, it wasn't really much of a problem. I just avoided watching movies, if I could. In class, if we were going to watch a movie, I'd usually find some way to convince my teachers I had to go to the bathroom, health office, library, computer lab, lockers, or, once, across the street for coffee. And some movies weren't even worth trying to get out of, so I'd just watch them anyway. (If it got bad, sometimes I could close my eyes and avoid getting sucked into it.) I also learned that if I avoided big screens and dark viewing rooms, I could "snap out of it" much easier - so movie theaters became off-limits to me. I didn't care, though, since I had enough luck to land a group of friends that put shopping and trips to the beach before movies.

Really, though, it wasn't anything I ever had to tell anyone. It was just an overactive imagination that didn't go away when I hit puberty, like all my friends. So I kept it all through high school, and as I entered my senior year, I had just sort of gotten used to it.

Unfortunately, that was the year my overactive imagination got the better of me.

Which really sucked, because I had to focus on college apps and not failing my calculus class.

But whatever - it was nothing I, Wendy Yui Nakamura-Phillips, couldn't handle.

(Except the calculus thing. Oh my god, derivatives. HOW DO YOU DO THEM?)

The nice guy...

Okay, so you know how in romance novels/movies, there is usually a love triangle? And in this triangle, there is the "safe guy" and the "dangerous guy"? And how a lot of times, the dangerous one wins because the heroine just doesn't feel excited enough when she's with the safe one EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER?

Like...Twilight. Now, I'm going purely off the first book/movie (since that's the only one I've seen/read), but Edward is definitely Mr. Dangerous and Jacob is Mr. Safe. GUESS WHO WINS? GUESS WHO IS PERFECT FOR BELLA BUT LOSES ANYWAY?

(I think I am one of those people referred to as "Team Jacob"...but seriously! Who wouldn't want to hang out with a bunch of werewolves? Werewolves are super cool! Especially when the other choice is a family of dead people who watch you sleep.)

So...I finished one of the books I checked out of the library (part of the eleven chick lit books I am reading for my summer goals), and guess what? Mr. Safe won! I was so worried Lindsey would end up ditching Michael for Dustin, but SHE DIDN'T! That made me so happy in only a way that chick lit can. Aaaaaah...this is why I love summer.

(What was the point of this blog post again?)

(Also: why am I tagging this as a rant? This is a pathetic excuse for a rant. But whatever, it's my blog, I can do what I want. I feel like I've said this already...)