Shanzhai Lu

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Deleted Voice Mails.

photo: CC // bitzcelt

 

Someone who recently lost a loved one got me thinking today about something I regret doing during my own grieving process.

It took over a year for me to delete my sister's voice mails and only a second to wish I hadn't as soon as I did it.

A very surreal moment.

At the time, there was absolutely nothing comforting about hearing her voice. All it did was make me burst into tears. Even just knowing it was saved in my mailbox creeped me out. I did a pretty good job ignoring it. But every so often a Pandora's Box effect would kick in and I couldn't help but replay it.

Sometimes I did it because I wanted to remember a time in my life when she was alive and things were normal.

And of course, as soon as I did I'd fall to pieces because all it did was remind me that she was gone.

Other times I know a part of me was trying to test myself to see if the passing of time made it easier for me to listen to them.

It didn't.

This kind of back and forth went on for over a year. Until one day I remember feeling like I couldn't take it anymore. My son was a few months old by then and I became focused -- ok, more like obsessed -- with getting over the grieving process. It was a really simple decision for an emotionally impulsive person. I wanted to get rid of anything in my life that made me sad.

So one of the first thing I did was delete those voice mails.

I wish I hadn't as soon as I did.

Fast forward to right now. I miss those voice mails. There was nothing really profound about them. Just the regular type of voice mails busy big sisters leave for little sisters when they're calling to check in for no particular reason. Most of hers were usually left while stuck in traffic and bored. But a few of the more recent ones were what I call the "bridezilla" voice mails because she took her life just a month after her wedding.

Hearing someone address you by name in their own voice. There's a connection there that I think we take for granted. For me, it's a reminder of a time when she was alive and things were normal.

I deleted that.

 

My First Marathon: The Bright Idea

photo: CC // Aaronth

 

Back in early December 2009, I was trying to come up with a new year's resolution I could stick to. I wanted it to be life changing yet free of drastic measures that would set me up for failure after a few weeks.

Examples of certain fail:

Going to the gym everyday.
Becoming vegetarian.
Starving myself into size 2 jeans.
Give up gummy bears.

On December 12th I noticed tweets from Chef Roy Yamaguchi in Hawaii. He was walking the Honolulu Marathon and tweeting pictures and updates during the marathon. A bunch of us had met him the month before during [re]think: Hawaii and were cheering him on throughout the day via Twitter. 

That's it. I felt inspired and decided on my new year's resolution for 2010. I was going to give myself an entire year to finish my first marathon.

First of all, let me start off by saying I am not a runner. Before this year, the last time I did any serious running was in high school. The longest I could last on a treadmill at the gym was 15 minutes. I hated running. Part of me felt like I was setting myself up for a new years resolution failure again. So I took up a pretty vain approach with this resolution. To the extent that running is good for you and it burns calories, I figured training for a marathon would also help me lose weight and get back in shape throughout the year. In other words:

My resolution in 2010 is to finish my first marathon or become a skinny bitch trying. :)

So what's the first thing I do after deciding I'm going to take up running? Why, hit up a running store of course. In January, I walked into a New Balance store and somehow walked out with almost $500 worth of stuff to go with a diagnosis that I had an "overpronation" problem -- from the guy who sold me motion control stability shoes with orthotics.

See that video above? Part of my Google research when I got home that day. Because who needs to ask a real podiatrist when you have Google right? Great I thought to myself. I overpronate. Whatever it is, it was made to sound like a bad thing. Something I needed special expensive running shoes for to correct.

My "motion control stability" shoes felt clunky. The first few days, I walked around with them to get used to it. Put it this way, think shoes with a roll bar to keep your foot from pronating during your run. Because pronating is a bad thing. Oh but wait, there's more. I was also upsold special orthotics. Things to insert into my motion control shoes. Because not only did I have an overpronation problem, I had a severe case of it. So the shoes were about $160. The orthotics another $40. So I spent $200 on my feet alone. The other $300 from impulse purchases of clothing so as to look cute while overpronating I guess. Anyways, hindsight being 20/20 all the elements of buyer's remorse were evident in that trip to the New Balance store.

My first few runs sucked. I couldn't get past 2 miles without wanting to quit. I figured most of it was a combination of being lazy and getting used to running again. So I kept trying. I thought the shoes and orthotic inserts would help me get into running. They did manage to guilt me into giving it a try for a few weeks. I mean, I spent so much money on them, I had to try.

Truth be told, I hated the shoes. They felt heavy and clunky. They were uncomfortable. The whole experience of running in them sucked big time. I was doomed to fail.

To be continued...

 

random shuffle: closer to you


photo: CC // _teb

 

Closer To You
~ Liz Phair

I see the things you do
Do you think I wander through, half-blind?
I see the things you hide
The fear you have inside is nothing new

But I would never want to find out
Everything about you
Cause I would never want to find out
What I thought wasn’t true

Your mind is a place I don’t need to embrace
What you’ve got in your heart is enough
For me to start breaking through
Closer to you
Closer to you

I love you as you are
Here and not too far
Out of view
I love the way you walk
To hear it when you talk
Like you do

But I would never want to choose
What I like best
About you
Cause I would never want to spoil
That mystery
With a clue

Your mind is a place I don’t need to embrace
What you’ve got in your heart is enough
For me to start
With enough holes in my soul
I don’t need your rock-n-roll to stay in tune
And open to you
Open to you

Oh the abyss
Mess of all those frustrating fools
They wander all around
Black and white, no sound, no improvements

But I see something on a TV
With a smell and a choice
When I feel yours and my heart beating
With the wealth of the universe

Your mind is a place I don’t need to embrace
What you’ve got in your heart is enough
For me to start making your happiness my own
Open up and let me show what I can do
When I am closer to you
Closer to you

 

Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

photo: CC // midiman

Must Read For Smart People: China, Indigenous Innovation and the Role of Government Procurement


photo: CC // xiaming

 

"Current Chinese policies embody an entrenched belief that protecting domestic companies from foreign competition gives them time to innovate and capture enough market share to scale up their production."

Nat Ahrens, Carnegie Endowment for International Peace
Innovation and the Visible Hand: China, Indigenous Innovation, and the Role of Government Procurement

 

Sorry if the title of the post sounds snooty. Made you look. So you might as well read.

I get credited with knowing a lot about China. Assuming that's true and you're wondering how I manage to pull that off, the answer is quite simple.  I am lucky to have good friends who are really smart and drop a lot of knowledge on this stuff. I'm like that bird who picks up the crumbs dropped by smart cookies.

One such example is Nat. We go way back to the late 90s when we were both living and working in Shanghai. These days, he spends his time at a think tank in DC coming up with papers like this. Good stuff for anyone interested in some serious insight into the Chinese government's role in indigenous innovation in China.

You can find an overview at Carnegie's site with link to the full PDF here. Or I've gone ahead and included it below.

(download)

random shuffle: carve your heart out yourself

photo: CC // linh.ngân


Carve Your Heart Out Yourself
~Dashboard Confessional

Carve your heart out yourself
Hopelessness is your cell
Since you've drawn out these lines
Are you protected from trying times?

Man it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has
Lord it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all
Oh look now, there you go with hope again
Oh, you're so sure I'll be leaving in the end

Dig a ditch deep enough
To keep you clear of the sun
You've been burned more than once
You don't think much of trust

Man it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has
Lord it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all
Oh look now, there you go with hope again
But I'll be sure your secret is safe with me
Oh, you're so sure I'll be leaving in the end
Treating me like I'm already gone

But I'm not, I will stay where you are always
I will stay, I will stay, I will stay (all of now)
[repeat to fade out]

 

sometimes i get confused ...but then i forget.

photo: CC // sensesmaybenumbed

 

someone spray painted the story of my life on a wall. awesome.

random shuffle: the places you have come to fear the most

photo: CC // remuz

 

"The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most"
~Dashboard Confessional

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And covered with a perfect shell
Such a charming, beautiful exterior
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect posture, but you're barely scraping by
But you're barely scraping by

This is one time, this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all...or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee,
The places that you've come to fear the most,
Is the place that you have come to fear the most.

Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself
And hidden in the public eye
Such a stellar monument to loneliness
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
Perfect make-up, but you're barely scraping by
But you're barely scraping by...

Well this is one time, well this is one time
That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all...or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee,
The places that you've come to fear the most,
Is the place that you have come to fear the most.

And you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone
Or anyone at all..or anyone at all
And the grave that you refuse to leave
The refuge that you've built to flee,
The places that you've come to fear the most,
Is the place that you've come to fear the most,
Is the place that you have come to fear the most.

 

Insert life. Press pause. Hit reset.

photo: CC // racketrx


I was looking for some sort of reset button for my life and found it here in Hawaii.


Six summers ago, I was actually living here in Waikiki.

Completely burnt out and hung over from five insanely fast years in Shanghai.

I wanted a place I could just stay still in for a while as the rest of my life caught up to where I had been and where I was going.

I was looking for some sort of reset button for my life and found it here in Hawaii.

Then events in my life pulled me away from this island before I was ready to go.

Yet emotionally I never really left. I know this from the sense of place I feel each time I visit.

And I've visited about 9 times in the last year and a half alone.

So I think it was only a matter of time until I found my way back again.

And while I still have yet to pick up the tangible pieces of my life and ship them over here in the coming months…

In my mind, I've already moved back.

Self-efficacy remixed.

photo: CC // Anna Gay

self-efficacy: a fancy academic way of describing someone who's not only brave enough to reach for the stars ...but crazy enough to believe they can touch them too.


I had a very interesting lunch meeting today

with a very interesting person

who has lived a very interesting life.

As a husband, he is still in love with the woman he was set up on a blind date with many many years ago.

As a father, he's raised three wonderful boys who mean the world to him.

As a record industry exec in the 80s, he was there when signing "a relatively unknown band at the time called Guns n Roses" - I must look younger than I am because he said it in a way where he really didn't think I knew who they were.

As an art collector 6 years ago, he stumbled upon the talent of a young contemporary Chinese artist whose work is now worth -- well, let's just say a whole heck of a lot more now than before she became famous.

As a man now in his mid-50s he attributes his own financial success to some big wins accompanied by a lot of failures in between.

As an entrepreneur on his second China venture -- or should we say ADVENTURE -- he prides himself in proudly but modestly recognizing things on the verge of breaking through to another level -- years before everyone else catches on. Hey, I believe him. See above mention of relatively unknown band called Guns n Roses for proof. Child of the 80s here. Enough said.

Anyways, so with that in mind, towards the end of our lunch he told me about a Harvard study that was conducted on a bunch of successful people from all walks of society.

He asked me if i knew what the single common trait was that they found in all these successful people.

Their education? I asked.

No.

Their family background? I asked again.

No.

Their upbringing? I asked for the third time.

No.

Ok. Then what? I asked.

A high level of self-efficacy. He said.

Self what? -- crap! -- I was thinking. I really don't get what that means. I feel stupid.

Self-efficacy. A person's belief in themselves that they can succeed in what they set out to do. You have it. He said.

(or something like that. paraphrasing at this point. but you get the picture.)

Thank you, I said.

So we talked a bit more about the new company I'm working on. He gave me some advice ...along with some stuff to research and some valuable contacts to follow up on before our next lunch in a few weeks -- a process I have nicknamed "startup founder homework". I love it. I embrace it. It's invaluable. I digress.

After lunch, I picked up some cupcakes for my son. Yes, that was me you might have seen walking blindly for a few blocks in Santa Monica, almost tripping on my platform shoes because I had my face down in my iPhone googling "self-efficacy". After all, when someone goes out of their way to spend some time sharing their life lessons and then pays you a compliment (and teaches you a new word) after learning a bit about your life, you owe it to yourself to at least read the wikipedia page on the term to make sure you understand what it means:

 

Self-efficacy has been defined in a variety of ways: as the belief that one is capable of performing in a certain manner to attain certain goals,[1] as a person’s belief about their capabilities to produce designated levels of performance that exercise influence over events that affect their lives.[2] It is a belief that one has the capabilities to execute the courses of actions required to manage prospective situations.

 

Awesome.

[insert confidence here]

I have self-efficacy.

Although, I didn't always have it. I know that much. Pretty sure I picked it up during this little five year journey I've been on.

Being that I'm a simple person who needs to break things down in easy to understand terms, my remixed definition of self-efficacy would be that it's a fancy academic way of describing someone who's not only brave enough to reach for the stars ...but crazy enough to believe they can touch them too.

That's my version. Actually, come to think of it, just pay close attention to the people I've chosen to surround myself with in recent years. They all definitely have a high level of self-efficacy too.

Not a coincidence I would say.

Reminds me of a recent conversation I had with my friend Dan Martell. We were catching up on the phone and looking back on how much we had both done in the last 12 months since the first GeeksOnAPlane Asia trip. The paraphrased dialog went something like this:

Holy shit we've done a lot in the past 12 months. He said.

That's because we're the type of people that likes to get shit done and we hang out with other people who like to get shit done. So when people who get shit done hang out with other people who get shit done. Guess what? Shit gets done. I said.

(Yes. You can ask him. I really said the word shit a lot of times during that phone call. It is most certainly in fact Dave McClure's influence.) 

I digress again.

So yea, that's all I have to say about today's awesome lunch meeting.

Oh and by the way, if you're reading this and you already knew what self-efficacy meant ...well, then good for you. Do me a favor and be sure to treat yourself to a cookie this week ...and make sure to share the cookie and pass on a moment of inspiration with someone the way a friend did for me at lunch today.