I found this video on youtube the other day. It’s pretty cool.
So I one of my favorite things to do at school is play games of pick up basketball at the Rec Center. This past week I went and I was just about to get a game going when a couple of guys on my team decide they want to play shirts and skins. They start taking off their shirts, and they ask me if I’m gonna take mine off. I decline. I don’t like defending people in the post with slimy back sweat (ugh). A few plays into the game one of my teammates with his shirt off says, “OW!” and reaches behind his back. I look over and see him grab this bee off his back and throw it on the ground. He just got stung by a bee. I had to just laugh inside, I ran by and told him, “That’s why I keep my shirt on.”
I’m back in SLO now for my final year at Cal Poly. It’s been a fun time here and an awesome college experience. This being my final year I want to make the most of it. Hopefully my workload shouldn’t be as bad as it’s been in previous years. I’d like to try to go to the beach more this year.
It’s a little scary to think about the fact that my life as a student is almost over. After this it’s gonna be work for the rest of my life, unless the Lord calls me to ministry. Just thinking about doing something for the next 40-50 years of my life is a little intimidating.
I just finished up my internship at Charles Salter Associates in San Francisco. My summer in SF is officially over. As I look back and reflect on my time there, I realize that God taught me much this summer as he continues to mold and shape my character. I’ll try to share (as briefly as possible) a few of the notable things that happened while I was there. Hopefully you can laugh/enjoy/relate to something.
#1 I saw two shop lifters in the first two days I was there. Welcome to the City, bako boy.
#2 I think I have a mild case of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). SF is a foggy city and I felt the effects. I need my Bakersfield sun.
#3 I’m from a predominantly Caucasian, spread-out, flat, conservative, and sunny town. SF is predominantly an Asian, dense, hilly, liberal, foggy city.
#4 SF seems to see all four seasons in one day.
#5 I’ve probably eaten more Chinese food in the last three months than I have in my entire 22 years of life.
#6 I mastered public transportation in SF. Public transportation is unheard of in Bakersfield. Everybody drives their huge trucks anytime they need to get anywhere.
#7 The 7:35 38AX bus at 33rd and Geary has the best bus driver.
#8 Sunset Church is legit.
#9 There’s a Chinese bakery at 35st and Balboa where they have a “closing special” at about 5:50pm where you can get 3 baos for $1.20. Hello breakfast.
#10 Finding parking in the Richmond was tough, until I discovered an abundance of parking on Clement street along the golf course. I didn’t mind the walk back home because at least I knew I could always find a spot there.
#11 SF specializes in building things smaller than they should be. For Example: I saw many variations of a “full-sized” basketball court. The poor kids that grow up playing on some of these miniature courts are going to have a heart attack the first time they play on a real court.
#12 Toby took me to my first Giants game. We sat about 10 rows up right behind the batter. Oh…and it also happened to be the no-hitter when Sanchez was on the mound.
#13 I once saw my bus pulling away from a stop downtown and I actually ran after it and caught it about 4 blocks later at the next stop.
#14 I got two parking tickets this summer. One for stupid street cleaning, and one because I was barely blocking someone’s driveway. California is definitely hurting economically.
#15 The Crocker Galleria downtown on Sutter Street has an awesome rooftop lunch eating area.
#16 One time I went to play pick up basketball with Toby at a public rec center. I tried to talk to some guys to get a game going…and I discovered that I didn’t speak the native tongue. I felt like I was in a foreign country, in my own country.
#17 I can’t seem to pump gas sometimes (see entry below).
That’s all I can think of right now…I’ll add more later if anything comes to mind.
I was driving back from San Mateo on Sunday from my cousin’s birthday party when I noticed that I only had a quarter tank of gas left. I decided it would be a good idea to stop and buy some gas. So I pulled into a 76 gas station and started filling up. My car was pretty dirty so I washed my windows while I waited. Once I was finished, I saw that the pump had stopped: 11 gallons, about $37. The darn machine wouldn’t give me a receipt though. I got back in the car and started it up. I glanced down and saw that my gas meter still read only a quarter tank. “What in the world?” I thought to myself. My gas gauge must be broken. I tried tapping it with my finger and turning the car on and off a few times. No luck.
So I drove home and called my dad to let him know what had happened. He said it’s very probable that the gauge was busted and that if I needed to schedule an appointment with the mechanic that I should let him know. I was pretty bummed that my gauge was broken because that means $$ to get it fixed. On Wednesday I decided that I should confirm that it was indeed the gas gauge that was broken. The test I had in mind was to try to fill up the tank again, and if I could only get around a 1/2 a gallon then the meter was indeed broken.
When I pulled up to the gas station and started pumping gas it got to 1/2 gallon, then 1 gallon…2…3….4…12 gallons. At this point I’m thinking there’s no way I should be able to fit this much gas in, then it dawns on me…that gas station ripped me off! I paid $37 dollars for no gas! I had to just laugh at situation because lets just say it’s been an interesting summer here in SF. So I drove home and told my friends Tif and Tob about it. We figured there was no way for me to prove that the station had ripped me off, plus the fact that I didn’t have a receipt. I was just gonna have to swallow the loss. The one mystery we couldn’t solve was how did the gas pump know to stop if it wasn’t pumping any gas? Was it pumping air?
Later that night I decided to check my online bank statement to see if I had been charged already. Strangely, there was no record of any transaction that day. What is going on here? I thought to myself. I went downstairs to tell the Tif and Tob. After a few seconds Tob says, “Oh…I think I know what happened. After you put in your debit card and put the nozzle in your car you probably forgot to select the grade of gas that you wanted. “ Then it dawned on me. The pump was just waiting for me to select the gas I wanted the whole time I was washing me windows! It was just sitting there idle. And number that I looked at on the meter when I was done was the amount of gas bought by whoever was there BEFORE me. I also recalled thinking it was strange the the machine had not asked me if I wanted a receipt. It didn’t ask because I hadn’t bought anything.
So there is nothing wrong with my gas gauge, and I didn’t get ripped off by the gas station. Apparently I just don’t know how to pump gas. What a summer it has been.
I didn’t have any internet this weekend because the Yuen’s (my host family) were moving from one floor to another here in SF. It’s kinda sad but I felt like I was having some internet withdrawals. I realized how much I actually rely on the internet. Getting directions, music, entertainment, communication with friends and family. I guess it just goes to show how dependent I am on technology.
In other news I had a great Labor Day Weekend. Lots of food…mmmm. I went to Danville on Saturday for a college fellowship fun day, and on Monday I went to picnic in Foster City. I played a bunch of volleyball and got darker from all that sun. This is my final week of work. This summer has, as usual, gone by so fast.
Yesterday for work I went to the Meyer Sound factory in Berkley. They specialize in making loudspeakers for all kinds of applications. I love sound and speakers so this was a special factory tour for me. The founder is named John Meyer so I got to thinking that they should do a marketing partnership with John Mayer. They could make the John Mayer John Meyer speaker. I suggested it to the guy showing us around so we’ll see if anything pops up. If it does, you know where they got the idea.
Big surprise that Michael Jordan is my favorite basketball player. I idolized him as a kid. He basically revolutionized the shoe sponsorship market. He made it cool to wear an athlete’s shoes. My two favorite pairs from his line of shoes are the Air Jordan XI’s and the XIII’s. Here they are:
The 13’s have a little hologram that I really like too.
Today I will begin a page on different shoes that I like. I think I really only started liking shoes when I got to college. I really like looking at new basketball shoes. Today’s featured shoe is the Hyperize. It’s basically the second version of the Hyperdunk, last year’s flagship shoe for basketball. It features Nike’s flywire technology which is supposed to be super light but also provide support. I really like the black and red color scheme. It would be great to get a pair but for $125 it’s probably not happening any time soon.
Wow this is the beginning. Brian just helped me set up this blog. I’ve never really blogged before so I am embarking on an exciting journey. Right now I am living up in San Francisco, working an internship at Charles M. Salter Associates doing audio visual consulting. It’s been a crazy summer. San Francisco is much different than everything I’ve known growing up. I only have 2 1/2 more weeks here and then it’s back to Cal Poly for my final year college. That’s all for now, thanks for reading!