Classically Trained

As I parked my car at work this morning, I realized that I am classically trained. While I gave up on my music career to pursue keyboards of a different variety, I was reminded this morning that I have been conditioned classically–especially when it comes to my radio.

See, I usually have my AM dial tuned to some sport-talk station and even if the topic is not something I’m interested in, I can roll with it. It’s usually baseball that turns me off by the way, although I won’t turn off the radio when it comes up. Sometimes I’ll have my FM dial to a pop station just to keep up-to-date and fresh with the youth movement. Who am I kidding, right?

Once in a while, I’ll get into either a jazz or classical mood. Usually, when I get in the car, I have to turn the radio on and it’s almost always already tuned to sport-talk. But, since I don’t often listen to jazz or classical music, I like to sort of force myself into a habit when I do get into those moods. What I do is this: I’ll turn the car off while the radio is still on and tuned to my classical station of choice. In LA, there was only one classical station, but up here in SF, I have a couple of choices. It’s been KDFC of late though.

I’m proud to say that I have trained myself to leave the radio on before completely powering down my car so as to have the music come on as soon as I return. My classical training did not come easy, but I’m getting the grasp of it with each new day.

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Throwing Fireballs

Whom amongst the least of us hasn’t wondered what it would be like to be able to throw a fireball?

Yesterday, April and I were out preparing for our 5k race (scheduled for Saturday, Feb. 20, in San Leandro, Calif.) with a practice run through our neighborhood. She’s usually far ahead of me when we do those practices so we’ve resigned ourselves to the fact that we can blast the music on our iPods and just enjoy the beautiful scenery along the South Shore of Alameda. On this particular run, it was unbelievably foggy in the middle of the afternoon so there wasn’t much to look at. The mist from the Bay made for a refreshing breath of air though; literally.

As I was heading south on Shoreline Drive, I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift away for a couple of seconds. The fresh air was something else to take in. It’s moments like that during which I feel as if things slow down. By that, I mean that I could feel my lungs taking in the air and converting it into energy to use for my run. I know that sounds silly, but I’m reminded of a Toyota commercial that features Bob Harper, one of the trainers from the NBC reality show The Biggest Loser. In it, you see him running through the forest as his voice comes over the top to explain how much he enjoys running because he is literally drawing energy from the earth. It’s sort of new-age in thinking, but the whole idea that energy is far more real and tangible than we allow ourselves to believe from moment to moment is what I’m trying to explain; probably with very little success.

In any case, as I was thinking something deep about the air I was breathing, I started thinking about how our bodies are like machines. In our most recent quest to maintain good health, April and I have begun watching what we eat from day-to-day and have been getting out to exercise nearly four or five days a week. One thing someone brought up to me during that time, as a word of encouragement, was that it’s funny how people will make time to take the utmost care of something like their cars or their homes, but won’t put an extra ounce of effort into taking care of their bodies. Sadly, if your car is stolen or completely breaks down or if heaven forbid, your house should burn down, you can go and buy a new car or house. You only have the one body to work with–and once it’s broken down, there isn’t much we can do about it.

While I enjoy knowing that I’m working towards good health, by no means do I enjoy the physical pain that comes with running. I was complaining to myself when the thought about throwing fireballs came into my head. When I was growing up, I used to play a lot of video games. My favorites were role-playing games like Phantasy Star II or Final Fantasy II and III. If you’re not familiar with those types of games, in them, you control one or more characters and you go through a fictitious world, fighting monsters, fiends or what-have-you.

One of the most important things about those games is gaining experience. Often, you’ll begin the game at a particular level; probably zero. From there, the more you fight and the more you win, the more experience you gain. That experience is measured in something real and tangible; well, points. Every time you gain a certain amount of points, you gain a level. Sometimes, the advancement in level awards you with more hit points, which means your character can sustain more damage from enemy attacks. Sometimes, you might gain magic points or spell points, which allow your character to use more of its magic spells. In certain games, you also learn abilities as your levels go up. In Phantasy Star II, there was an ability that certain characters had, which allowed them to throw fireballs, called Foi.

In the game, I used to walk my character around aimlessly and force it to fight so that it could gain experience points. That way, when I felt like I was ready to go on in the game, I would be prepared to fight the stronger enemies. Eventually, I remember topping out at level 99 (I guess the game didn’t go to three digits) and I pretty much walked through fights with ease.

Stay with me here. There is a point.

So, as I was running on Shoreline Drive, I realized that I was having an easier time than I did the day before; and the day before that. It’s not a surprise that I’m getting stronger and being able to run longer or faster as I get more practice in, but in that moment of slow-motion, I could really feel it. There’s a point on most of my runs at which I feel as if I can’t go any further. That’s when I push just a little harder and once I pass that point, the rest of the way is easy. I would liken those moments to a tough fight in a role-playing game. I’m literally gaining experience in running and hopefully, by the time my 5k race comes around in five days, I’ll be throwing fireballs with great ease.

A Planetary Pleasure

A couple of months ago, my friend Stephen asked me if I would like to see a performance of The Planets by Gustav Holst by the San Francisco Symphony. I recall looking at the available dates and deciding against it as much as I enjoy the suite because of my uncertain schedule.

Earlier this week, Stephen got in touch with me and asked again if I would like to go. This time, I knew I would be available tonight so I told him I was in. My first recollections of Holst’s celestial achievement are from my first year in high school. My band director, Mr. Howard Crawford, handed out a piece entitled Mars one day, and all I could think was “five-four time signature?” As much as we played the first movement in Holst’s collection, I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it. The dissonance and the chaotic nature of the piece just never resonated with my sensibilities. Of course, looking back, I’m sure the fact that it was a high school wind ensemble trying to pull that piece off had a lot to do with my dislike.

It wasn’t until I heard the Cavaliers of Rosemont, Ill., claim the 1995 DCI Championship with their arrangements of a few of the movements that I truly fell in love with the songs. I’m surprised to say that I’ve never actually attended a professional performance of Holst’s Planets so tonight’s rendez-vous at the Davies Symphony Hall in The City will be particularly sweet.

Hazy Day

The constant rain in the Bay Area and the long weekend has made a real task out of getting back on my regularly scheduled programming. I woke up this morning and was almost positive that it was Saturday. My mind raced to figure out what it was that April and I had planned for the day. Oddly enough, if it were actually Saturday, and if it weren’t raining, I would have to be on campus for a tennis tournament.

Eventually, I realized that it was Wednesday morning and that I had a load of things to do once I arrived at the office. What’s worse is that I thought it was Friday evening after dinner. Of course, when reality struck me in the face and the fact that I had to be at work tomorrow morning (a Thursday) sunk in, I relapsed into the same feeling I had in the morning when I was just completely unsure of what day it was at all.

I actually had a productive day at work and came home only to continue my efficient ways. April and I made dinner so quickly that we were able to watch a two-hour episode of The Biggest Loser before I sat through Yes Man starring Jim Carrey and Zooey Deschanel. It’s not even quite midnight and I’m ready for bed. I can only hope that I don’t wake up tomorrow in the same haze that I woke up with today. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

Pulled Right In

It’s been a rainy weekend here in the Bay Area. The forecast is calling for more rain the rest of the week, too. I’m actually in favor of some rain next Sunday, if it means I can stay home and watch NFL football instead of being out at the tennis courts.

The wet roads scare Californians like you wouldn’t imagine, so it makes for a pretty nasty commute at times. Of course, the fact that April and I haven’t gotten out of the house on time for quite a while now, doesn’t help. This morning, we left Alameda at around 8:45 a.m. and it took about 40 minutes to go four miles to the West Oakland BART station. From there, even though the rain was coming down hard, the road was a little more clear for me to get to campus.

Today is the first day of spring semester classes at the university, so I knew parking was going to be a hit-or-miss situation. I normally park under Haas Pavilion and stay covered all the way to the office. If parking isn’t available, the nearest alternative is down the street in the pouring rain. I drove into the underground parking lot just to at least convince myself that I had tried my best and low and behold, I can see that the parking attendant has already begun to stack-park the late-arriving cars.

I never leave my keys with the parking attendant here at work because it becomes a hassle to have to get downstairs just to retrieve my keys and move my car at 5 p.m. before coming back up for one more hour of work. I’m also uneasy about having someone else operate my temperamental vehicle, so needless to say, without an open parking spot, there aren’t very many alternatives.

Since I was coming back from a long weekend, I had my laptop with me; along with my personal bag, a camera bag, my lunch bag and my Nalgene bottle in hand. Finding a parking spot today would have been more ideal than on any other day. As I rounded the corner of the lot, out of the corner of my right eye, I saw someones reverse lights turn on. I slammed on the brakes and stared for a moment. I wanted to make sure they weren’t just adjusting their initial parking attempt. Then, all of a sudden, the car backed completely out and left the most marvelous sight I had seen all week; an open parking spot. I pulled right in and got my stuff out of the backseat and headed up to the office. My first day back at work off a long weekend could not have started better. I just hope the rest of the week is as fortuitously laid out for me.

Total Steal

Joyce, Christine, Nevaeh and Tristen are in town to visit April and I for the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday weekend. Of course, when with April, go shopping, right? Their first day in town, they spent nearly three hours in the Old Navy store in San Francisco. As if that weren’t enough, after we had dinner at the Bay Street Askew Grill, we stopped by the Old Navy there as well. Let’s just say, there was a whole lot of shopping going on.

When April and I were in Los Angeles last month, we stopped by a Banana Republic store in Burbank to do some Christmas shopping. While she perused the women’s section, I stumbled upon an overcoat that I really liked. This might sound like an ordinary occurrence for most people, but for me, it’s a cause for celebration when I find clothes that I like. Getting me to buy new clothes is like pulling teeth. I don’t like shopping for clothes and prefer to wear what I have in my closet until it has completely decayed.

Forgive me, for I am not a fashion guru, but I will do my best to accurately describe the coat. It is a long, heavy coat; almost like a pea coat. Being a Banana Republic item, it is incredibly soft and comfortable. There were two shades: black and a dark charcoal gray. What caught my eye was the cut and the buttons. It didn’t have traditional pea coat buttons. Rather, it had a zipper and a set of buttons to close down a flap that conceals the zipper. The collar and the straight-line front make it look something like the cut of my wedding tuxedo.

I grabbed one off the rack and put it on. It fit magnificently, so I walked over to April to show it to her. Of course, whenever I do something like that, she lights up and gets excited that I might actually make a purchase. I told her I liked it and that I would consider buying it since we receive a generous discount. I took it off and looked at the price tag. It was $225 at full retail. I figured, after the discount and taxes, we could get it out the door for close to $130. I don’t particularly like spending that much money, but in this case, I was willing. However, after walking around a little longer and picking out gifts for other people, I decided that I should concentrate my efforts and my funds on things for other people since it was indeed Christmas time.

After Christmas passed, we stopped by a couple of Banana Republic stores for various reasons and each time, I looked for that same coat. It was nowhere to be found. I figured it was just out of stock in the stores we stopped in because it was a popular item. Disappointed, April told me that the stores may have begun sending that set of clothes to outlets to make room for the next season. I was sad, but not completely broken up about it. I figured, perhaps I’d be able to find it at an outlet one day. When we arrived back in the Bay, whenever we would pass a Banana Republic while out and about, I would take a look to see if the coat was on the racks. Of course, it wasn’t, but I wasn’t holding out hope or anything at this point.

This weekend, while the group was shopping at the Bay Street Gap store, I decided to hop across the road to take a look at the Banana Republic men’s store there. It was 8:50 p.m. and I only had a couple of minutes to do any damage if at all. I walked in and my eyes began to scan a la April. I scanned the racks of coats and outer wear but had no luck. I began to think, it was really just gone. I continued to walk around and look at what else the store had to offer and eventually found myself at the clearance section in the back.

There were two jackets on the end of a lower rack so I reached out to brush my hand against them. One of them was a dark charcoal gray color and felt a lot like the same material the pea coat was made of. I took it off the rack and low and behold, it was there. The coat was there, and it was in my size! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I quickly looked at the tag and the next miracle hit me in the face. It had been marked down to $89. I was almost sure I was going to get it but I had initially wanted to get the black one. After a little thought, I decided that the dark charcoal gray was also pretty cool and besides, I had nothing of that color in my closet. I don’t know if I was paranoid, but I felt like a fellow shopper was eyeing the coat as I was trying it on so I took it off and excitedly made my way to the cashier.

When it was my turn, I put the coat up on the counter and the clerk began to ring it up. Because I was overly excited, I made small talk to share my experience. April always tells me I’m “madalal”, which means verbose or something close in Tagalog. I’m glad I talked a little more than I needed to this time, because it made my purchase that much sweeter.

I showed the clerk my Gap employee discount card and she rang the jacket up on the screen. It read $67. Then all of a sudden, it went down to $62. Apparently, I hadn’t noticed the “Take an extra 30% off clearance items” sign that was above the coat I picked out. On top of that, I received the Gap employee discount for already-marked-down items and it made the before-tax cost of the coat $56. From $225 to $56. That is remarkable.

Of course, I gushed about how happy I was to have found the coat and the clerk mentioned that I was lucky to have found it because it was a very popular piece. I could tell she was happy that I had snagged it at such a great price as well. Then came the kicker. She told me that a seasonal employee at that particular Banana Republic store had put the coat on hold during his tenure there but had never come back to claim it. His hold time had expired and she had just put that very coat back on the rack earlier in the day. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

I had just luckily stumbled upon a coat that I really wanted and I picked it up for an incredible price. The clerk reached for a hanger and was about to put it and the coat into a bag for me to take but I stopped her and said, “Oh. I don’t need a bag. I want to wear the coat out,” to which she volunteered to cut off the tags and extra thread for me. I put my old jacket into the bag and wrapped myself in perhaps one of the top 10 deal purchases in my life and walked out of the store. I made my way across the road once more and surprised April with it on as I walked back into the Gap. Her jaw dropped when she saw it and dropped again when she heard my story about how the coat had returned to the rack and about how I had gotten it for such a great price. I couldn’t be more happy with that purchase. It really was a total steal.

For the Love of the Library

April and I went to the Alameda Free Library yesterday evening and each signed up for our own library cards. It was something we had been wanting to do for quite some time. We had set foot in the building one other time to inquire about what the necessary requirements to receive a card were but hadn’t walked around to look at anything.

I had forgotten how much I love libraries. I used to work at the South Pasadena Public Library as a freshman in high school. The smell of the books is something nostalgic to my senses. I love the feeling that people all around are learning or bettering themselves. The scene is something out of a science fiction movie where you can see knowledge as colors flowing directly from the books into people’s heads.

The Alameda library is large enough that there are plenty of areas in which to get comfortable and read in solitude. I’m thinking about instituting a library or reading night for April and I. We’ve each got books that we’ve been reading at a whenever-we-get-a-chance pace so having a set time will do wonders for getting those selections finished. It’s odd something this simple could excite me so much. I’m currently reading Cesar’s Way by Cesar Millan, the star of National Geographic’s Dog Whisperer. After that, it’s on to Malcolm Gladwell’s new offering, What the Dog Saw.

Still Kicking

Greetings from Gainesville, Fla. I’m out in the Sunshine State swampland for the 2009 NCAA Division I Women’s Volleyball Championship. Forgive me if I spell everything out as if I’m writing one of my match recaps or something. I’m in a mode these days.

Just one week ago, I was in Columbus, Ohio, for the first and second rounds of this postseason tournament. The Cal volleyball team won both of those matches and advanced to face an upset-minded Baylor team in the Gainesville Regional semifinal, which takes place tomorrow afternoon. As difficult as it is to be away from April when the team is in season, and as taxing as living out of a suitcase and doing work from sun up to sun down can sometimes be, I really do enjoy myself in these situations. And for that, I am truly thankful. Life is too short to not enjoy your day-to-day.

I’m having a hard time adjusting to the Eastern Standard Time that we’re operating on even after returning to the Bay from Ohio last week. Of course, if the team wins its next two matches, we drive down the road to Tampa, Fla. for the NCAA national semifinal. That would mean I could be away from home for as many as 12 straight days. I mentioned to someone on this trip that it’s been both unnerving and exciting at the same time to not know whether we’re going to be away for four days or 14 days. I’ve learned over the years to take things in stride and much like the team, I’m still kicking.

At Ben Hill Griffin Stadium in Gainesville, Fla.

At Ben Hill Griffin Stadium in Gainesville, Fla.

Hello Chocolate No

I was driving to work this morning and was reading the writing on the road as I approached the intersection at Broadway and 16th in downtown Oakland. It read: TURN LEFT NO. Of course, if you read it beginning with the furthest word away, it would say “no left turn”. It made me chuckle because “turn left no” is so much more fun. It reminded me of the time I was at Baccali Rotisserie on Valley Boulevard with some friends.

I can’t remember the circumstances for our visit to Baccali, but I do remember that most of my party was ordering small dishes or dessert. April and I decided to be adventurous and ordered a banana split. That’s not something I recommend people order at Chinese cafes, by the way. About ten minutes later, our drinks and desserts began to arrive. The waiter went up to my friend James and said, “Hello, hello. Chocolate; no.”

We all sort of looked at each other in amazement before James realized what the man was trying to communicate. Eventually, I realized that he must have forgotten which one of us had ordered the banana split. When the waiter came back, I asked what other ice cream flavors they had and I believe we decided on two scoops of strawberry and one of vanilla for our banana split. Nonetheless, sometimes, I still repeat to myself “chocolate, no” for a good laugh.

I’m actually very impressed with the efficiency with which my waiter was able to communicate the restaurant’s lack of chocolate ice cream. I mean, it took a moment for the information to set it and make itself clear, but I got it eventually. Two words was all it took. Chocolate, no. Hello, hello! Chocolate, no.

Columbus Bound

The Cal volleyball team learned today that it will be heading to Columbus, Ohio, for the first and second rounds of the 2009 NCAA Division I Women’s Volleyball Championship. That means I’ll be braving 30-degree weather for a couple of days. The team had a bunch of mixed emotions about being sent to the Midwest for the third time in three seasons but I’m excited enough. It also means the season’s end is no more than three weeks away. Then, I’ll be back in Los Angeles for a couple of weeks; the most exciting part of this whole deal. I’ll update from the road as time permits. See you on the other side.