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Ithaca

When I first came across Cavafy’s Ithaca, it did not strike me as something that would be nearly as significant as it is to me today. Aditya first recited the translated poem by heart, and I was definitely intrigued by its meaning and possibility. Over the course of several months, especially during application season and through this day, it sheds an entirely new light in my eyes. It provided me with a source of inspiration while writing what seemed like an endless number of essays. There was also an essence of serendipity as it referenced Ithaca…how better could the puzzle pieces have come together, right? My own variation took a little spin without butchering the source:

“As I set out for Ithaca, I had a long road indeed, full of adventure, and full of discovery…” — There are various translations, and each one provides a slightly different feel, but the meaning nevertheless remains the same. The road to Ithaca was indeed how it is described above.

Today, as I read through each line and verse, I understand it on a different level. It rings as though it were a new creed to live by. Perhaps it should be.

No matter what walk of life you are in, it can have a unique meaning for you too. I hope that you enjoy.

Ithaca
by Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)

When you set sail for Ithaca,
wish for the road to be long,
full of adventures, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
an angry Poseidon — do not fear.
You will never find such on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, and your spirit
and body are touched by a fine emotion.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
a savage Poseidon you will not encounter,
if you do not carry them within your spirit,
if your spirit does not place them before you.

Wish for the road to be long.
Many the summer mornings to be which with
pleasure, with joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase the fine goods,
nacre and coral, amber and ebony,
and exquisite perfumes of all sorts,
the most delicate fragances you can find,
to many Egyptian cities you must go,
to learn and learn from the cultivated.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your final destination.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better for it to last many years,
and when old to rest in the island,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to offer you wealth.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful journey.
Without her you would not have set out on the road.
Nothing more has she got to give you.

And if you find her threadbare, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Pack-Rat Syndrome Continues. Or Perhaps, Letting Go?

It has been five years since I wrote about being a pack rat, yet I still confess that the syndrome exists. As I am preparing for my move to New York, I once again face the process of sorting through things that I have accumulated over several years. Generally speaking, I actually welcome the clean-up process because I get to donate things that are no longer useful to me anymore (and hopefully useful to someone else), recycle papers and boxes, and so forth.

Yesterday, the bottom shelf (and the largest) of my bookcase contained an entire row of books and materials for the GMAT. This was even after I had donated three books to a friend. I had books from two different test preparation companies, an extra set of Official Guide books, general admissions books, and finally — the six notebooks that had documented my problem sets, practice exams, tutoring sessions, and everything that you could imagine related to the exam. These notebooks were of great importance in my life for the last two years. This leads me to have some sort of emotional attachment to them, as one were to view old pen pal letters. Well, it may not have that same type of sentiment…Nevertheless, countless hours were put into these notebooks as I toiled through problem after problem, especially through some of the toughest times of my life. Each notebook itself was not the vehicle to get me through 2008-2009, but I still clearly remember it as my outlet and motivation to move forward with things.

Now that I am deciding which belongings go in the Keep or Toss piles, I don’t exactly have the heart to put my notebooks in the Toss pile. Before my exam (and even immediately after), I casually mentioned that I would dispose/burn/recycle/sell anything related to it, but now that I am at that decision point, I choke a little.

From a practicality standpoint, I will most likely never reference them again. Then again, I will never reference my old school work (K-12 and college), yet I still have those at home in California.

What would you do?

On the edge of my seat

In recent months, someone observed that I constantly sit on the edge of my seat, literally, and possibly metaphorically too. There is a bit of truth to this observation.

“…Selina, sit back and relax.” — I sat intently on the edge of the sofa, conversing like normal.

[Oh, I need to relax. Right.]

The partial truth in the matter is that sofas are deceivingly uncomfortable. Most sofas are designed with style in mind rather than ergonomics. In a time where many of us sit all day at work, having a plush, squishy sofa to plop down upon at the end of a day may seem like a blessing. The sofas that I’ve experienced (even my own) are usually too long for my legs and don’t provide any proper back support. Again, form over function took priority, as one would expect in a living room.

Okay, so my critique of everyday sofa design is not my real reason for constantly being on the edge of my seat, though it does have some merit. Whether I am in a meeting room, dinner table, restaurant, or classroom, I tend to avoid having my back against a chair because I feel more engaged and alert when I sit closer to the speaker and/or activity. It also forces me to maintain good posture, which is important not only for your physical health, but also creating your presence. I know that sounds silly, but really, slouching is not the most appealing body language.

Perhaps if my vertically challenged self would be better suited for sitting on various chairs, then I would be able to sit back and relax a little. But I’m okay with that. On that note, I just caught myself sitting on the edge of my kitchen table chair as I type this entry.

Origin

These days, the question of “where are you from?” not only applies to people, but also food. The importance of knowing where your food is from is not just for the sake of trivia or building our personal library of useless facts. Since most of us are so far removed from the complicated food system and supply chain that we have, it may be nearly impossible to trace the entire product life cycle of most processed foods, such as snacks, cereals, frozen meals, etc., but perhaps at least knowing where our produce and meat come from is somewhat manageable if you ask. Questions could be directed to grocery store associates or restaurant staff/managers. Some may be very surprised at the question, and some may appreciate the concern and curiosity. Either way, the more that people pose the questions, the more the topic will be on the forefront of businesses’ priorities. Consumer opinion is likely a driver to instigate change.

Last week at my local Trader Joe’s, I pointed out to the store associates and manager that some of their produce were not consistently labeled. For instance, the organic Fuji apples I put into my basket had a sticker that indicated that it was from Chile, but the price sign and description indicated that it was from the USA. I am no produce auditor, but I then became curious and spot checked another item, such as the blueberries. Same inconsistency existed. Disappointed, I let the cashier know, who then immediately informed the store manager. Him and I had a brief conversation which consisted of me saying, “I just noticed that your produce is not always labeled consistently in terms of where a product is from and wanted to let you know. Not a huge deal to me (though it kind of is!), but I think it’s important for consumers to know where products are coming from.” The store manager’s rationale was that their produce is sourced from multiple suppliers, which makes it difficult to always have the proper labeling on a weekly basis. However, my comment did inspire them to enable a dry-erase system on their price and description signs so that they can be easily changed on a regular basis. Score! However, this matter may require some follow-up because I came back a week later to get apples and this is what I find:

Their suppliers really do change frequently, but the price label still indicated USA. Sigh.

On a side note, I felt good about catching the Chile/USA apple discrepancy, but at the same time, I was peeved by the fact that the apples were not relatively ‘local’ and had to travel from Chile to get to my grocery basket. I was surely getting pesticide-free apples, but the food miles kind of put a damper on my purchase. Sometimes it’s hard to win.

I adore Trader Joe’s yet have a mysterious-skepticism my because it is almost one of those too-good-to-be-true types of businesses that have amazing and innovative products, friendly staff, and hard-to-beat prices on a variety of groceries. Yes, I tend to always challenge things when it’s too good to be true because I think it’s good for validation and a sense of peace. Not all things that are shiny on the outside are healthy on the inside. There has been some angst among customers and activists about its seafood procurement, but the stores are aiming to phase out unsustainable seafood by 2012. Change is at least forthcoming, though gradually. Interestingly enough, if you look further into the company information page, Trader Joe’s does not boast about being the most environmentally friendly business — it focuses on value and cool products. If sustainability is not part of the vision and purpose of an organization’s mission, it becomes an afterthought. Therefore, I don’t blame them too much, but customer and public opinion certainly plays a role in influencing behavior. Now there’s some food for thought!

The mouse that keeps on living

On January 3, 2005, I received a computer mouse from IT to go along with my first company laptop. I call it Microsoft Optical Mouse Version 1.0 because I cannot remember whether there is any other more basic model than this one:

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This model was probably one of the first upgrades from the old mechanical mouse ball model in the 90s. It is a no-frills mouse that simply works without fail.

Throughout the last five years, this mouse has been with me through thick and thin. I have regularly lost building badges (in fact, I flushed one down the toilet), keys, umbrellas, gloves, lip balm, and whatever else you can think of (maybe my mind at times), but the one thing that I cannot seem to lose or break is this mouse!

Today, the ‘mighty’ Microsoft mouse lives on. Not that I have intentionally tried to break it, but the thing just will not break from normal usage. I almost secretly want it to break so that I can upgrade to a savvier wireless mouse (we all know that cords are a nightmare! The less, the merrier). Modern optical mice are now compact and just plain cooler. I generally follow the mantra of “if it ain’t broke, why fix it,” but I am slowly moving towards relaxing on it for this matter. While I want to be loyal to the device that has never failed on me, I may compromise by using it only at home, and buying a wireless mouse for travel.

Hello, smoke stacks in Indiana!

A glimpse of a partially frozen Lake Michigan, [insert cloud type] clouds, and smoke stacks from Gary, Indiana. My knowledge of cloud types is next to none, so let me know if you know what type these are!

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A wintery sunset in Chicago

Even at 22 degrees, the sunset is still fabulous. Being inside to watch this is not a bad thing either!

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Bags, bags, and more bags

The Issue
There are many things that you cannot avoid in life, and one of those things happens to be the plastic bag. Plastic bags are so prevalent in our lives that everything we buy contains a form of it whether we like it or not. The obvious ones are of course plastic bags from supermarkets or retail stores; the less obvious include cereal bag liners, dry cleaning wrap, bread bags, packaging wrap (e.g., Amazon.com’s inflated air packs), magazine wraps for the rainy season, toilet paper wrapping, etc. Trust me, these things show up more than you may think. For the past several months, I have collected every type of plastic bag possible (even though I shop with my own reusable bags), and my end result yielded me a giant bag of bags the size of a stability ball:

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The Solution
Did you know that only 12% of plastics bags were recycled in 2007? Ouch. Where do the rest go? Landfills, oceans, sewage, you name it.

Luckily, many major grocery stores have recycling bins for plastic bags. Even Walgreen’s and Trader Joe’s have bins. Plastic bags with the symbol #2 or #4 can typically be recycled:

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The best part of plastic bag recycling is that it takes very little effort. We all make periodic trips to the grocery store, so why not take some bags with you on your next trip? It is now habitual for me to think twice about what I throw away and evaluate what be prevented from going in the trash bin. The last thing that I need to see is a tree decorated with plastic bag ornaments due to people tossing them on the street! I know it is virtually impossible to avoid using plastic, but the least we could do is to properly handle the plastic we purchase.

To learn more about plastic bags and/or what to do with them, go to Earth 911. This site will also answer your questions like “Can I recycle XYZ?” and “What do I do with ABC?”

A nice blend

I really enjoyed this innovative arrangement by Jon Schmidt. The songs come from two very different music genres, but this instrumental interpretation is integrated so beautifully that it is seamless. You’ll notice that the foundations of Viva la Vida are introduced three minutes into the piece and slowly becomes the focal point. It’s quite brilliant.

Aftertaste

When eating something, nobody likes to have an unpleasant aftertaste. It’s just not a desirable outcome from consuming what you had initially thought to be something worthwhile for your taste buds. I consider it a small risk for a potentially large return (if you appreciate food, then a great tasting bite is utterly satisfying).

The same concept applies to everyday life. Every action, every word, has the potential to produce some sort of aftertaste, or better known as impact. When you come across a less desirable one, you are left with a feeling of uneasiness, depending on the extent or context of the action(s) taken.

Without going on too much of a tangent, one exception that I can think of is related to my mother’s ginseng soup. She periodically makes large batches of ginseng soup for my family because of its health benefits. To give you a sense of what kind of task this is like, the whole process takes her at least six hours. But it’s not just six hours of leave-it-and-forget-it simmering or braising like you do with a slow cooker – it involves some labor-intensive cleaning, chopping, draining, filtering, and cooling. Not only does it consume enormous amounts of time and manpower to prepare, but it is also relatively costly. What amazes me is that she does this without any complaint (in fact, she is proud that she is able to make it). However, the one catch is that the ginseng soup has a bitter and foul aftertaste despite its noteworthy toil and sweat in the making. I truly do not enjoy drinking it, but I drink it anyway because of its onerous journey to reach my cup. The aftertaste is always far from pleasant (you can see it in my face), but it certainly has genuinely good intentions. She only wants the best for her loved ones, and the best is what she provides.

Not all aftertastes are going to be pleasant, but you learn to recognize the ones that serve you well. For the ones that don’t, then you can simply swallow it down as is and move on.