Old Books, New Books

I watched Twilight over the weekend -- I have mixed feelings about both the movie and the book series. It was first introduced to me as "the next Harry Potter" which, if you think about it, completely ruined it from the start. (Thanks Vina)

The thing is, had I never read Harry Potter or set the expectation of comparing it to Harry Potter, I might have enjoyed the experience of reading and watching Twilight more. I'm not even going to get into whether Twilight is a good series or not -- I'm talking purely about how the experience of reading a new book can be completely tainted by past experiences of reading, despite whether or not the new book is a good book.

In life, every experience you go through will emotionally, mentally or physically imprint on your brain and change your perception on everything you experience from that point on. Whether it gives you a new standard to compare, allows you to experience an emotion you've never experienced or imprints a new association in your brain, your personality and your essential being changes at every moment. You are not the same person you were 5 minutes ago.

So imagine how much this applies to reading. Immersing yourself in a book and taking in its poetry, storyline, characters... every contextual item in that book will forever change your view of things when faced with it in the future. Every future book you read from that point on may be read through the eyes of this previous book. Unfair, isn't it? You can't help but unjustly apply certain prejudices and beliefs to stories that deserve a fresh read. So for example, in reading Twilight I was expecting a novel just as action-packed and detailed as Harry Potter with its cultural nomenclature around the wizarding world... but I didn't find anything cleverly written at all. I was expecting a set of whimsical characters with particularities only found in a fantasy book but instead found a group of high school students as bland as the characters on the new 90210 show.

Imagine now if I have never read Harry Potter and the most recent set of books I read was actually the Gossip Girl series. I would look at the Twilight plot, characters and details in a completely different light. I might be more appreciative of the subtle differences in character Stephenie Meyers used to distinguish the centuries-old vampires. I might appreciate the careful illustration of the lush setting that makes up Forks and the Quillote reservation. I would have seen this book in a completely different light.

It almost makes me wonder if the more important question here is whether you should pay more attention to the order of books you read rather than whether or not you read a book at all?

On the other hand, imagine yourself in the position of the author. How do you craft a unique storyline without the influence of other books you've previously read or written? Meyer's made it a point to let her readers know that she did not do any vampire research or reading as to avoid tainting her story with preconceived notions of vampires. But what about her preconceived notions of teenage love, life and loss that she may have accidentally carried over from her previous works? Nothing ever exists in a vacuum.

Anyways, I digress. Maybe we accept the fact that not every book will satiate our thirst for knowledge and amusement instead of dwelling on the time wasted on a reading bad book. Maybe we should look at how that book fits in the grander scheme of things. Reading a bad book gives us a measure to appreciate better books. A long book like the unabridged Les Miserables can give just as lasting of a satisfaction after reading it as a short book like Who Moved My Cheese? Careful depiction of character in classic Jane Austen books will help you appreciate the real-life biographies of the great women of history.

Or maybe I'm looking too much into this. Maybe there is no grander scheme of things when it comes to trying to tie together a library of experiences. Maybe each book is meant to be enjoyed and digested one at a time. We do our best to forget our past prejudices and perceptions and give each book its fighting chance. You read 10 pages and if it's entertaining, you keep going. If boredom strikes or you don't like the author's tone, then maybe you don't waste time and you toss the book and move on. That's what I did with Wicked.

A Productivity Experiment


The hypothesis: Boycotting facebook for one week will free up my time and mental concentration to be more productive in areas such as work, blogging and real-life social interactions for that week.

The null hypothesis: Quitting facebook will have no effect on my productivity.

The independent variable: Quitting facebook = {No logging into FB + deleting the FB application from my iPhone + removing all e-mail notifications}

The dependent variables: Total number of CT & aneehs blog posts. Overall sense of accomplishment and fulfillment from getting various tasks done such as work, chores and errands. Measurement of change in the amount of real-life social interactions in one week.

Significance: This experiment will only be statistically significant if I am able to complete an entire week without facebook.

Running Behind

Lately I've been feeling like I'm constantly running late or trying to catch up. It's almost like I have this endless "To-Do" list in the back of my mind that I never get around to. I'm either late for work, late for physical therapy, asking for a deadline extension on my latest set of wireframes or forgetting to pay a bill or run an errand.

The last time I felt like this was maybe about the same time a year ago -- I'm wondering if it's just the anticipated bustle of the holidays? I can't remember the last time I woke up peacefully with the freedom of taking the day anywhere it wanted to go, without the guilt of feeling unproductive at the end of the day.

I leave so many things laying around, uncompleted. It's an uneasy feeling: writing a to-do list and revisiting it two weeks later and realizing you have not checked off a single item. Is it an absence of motivation? Lack of energy? A diminishing drive of self-accomplishment? Or am I just exhausted... too fatigued to concentrate? Maybe it's just pure laziness. I've battled a case of the lazies all my life. When I was in elementary school, I remember laying lifeless on the bed forcing my mom or Yona to dress me while I was sleeping just to sleep an extra 10 minutes before school. There were a few periods in college and once in my professional life when I felt so numb and dull-brained that I was completely unable to be productive no matter how much I tried.

This time it's different. Sure it's affecting my work a little bit, but I feel like most of it is directed towards my homelife. Chores, errands, legal cases, bills, I just don't feel on top of everything like I usually am.

Maybe I need a vacation.

November Concerts

My November was filled with great music and memorable concerts. I think I may have even logged more hours in front of my computer downloading and re-tagging music in preparation for the concerts than on Facebook. And we all know how much I'm on Facebook.

The first concert I went to was the Jason Mraz concert at the Greek Theater with Kevin. I had been wanting to go to this concert since I first heard about it in September but the tickets were already sold out. When Kevin offered up a ticket I was so excited to go!

I've developed a strong liking to Jason Mraz over the course of the autumn season. A lot of it had to do with the sentimental way I was introduced to Jason Mraz's music, a couple of months before I'm Yours hit the radio waves and became the song of the summer. In addition to his laid back musicality I just fell in love with his quirky lyrics and wordplay. There is a soothing tonality to his voice that makes his lyrics linger in your mind as you go through his melodies.





The Greek Theater was an interesting venue. You have to drive through a block of (nice) houses to get to the theater and the entire seating area is outdoors, very similar to the Hollywood Bowl. I was worried about the concert because it had been raining earlier in the day. We were sprinkled a little during one of the songs but the rain subsided for most of the concert.

The next show I watched was the 2008 Hotel Cafe Tour at the Music Box (Henry Fonda Theater). I was browsing the Hotel Cafe web site the day before the concert when I saw the list of performers. I had to see Rachel Yamagata live. I convinced Max that the all-girl lineup won't be so bad and we bought tickets. It was a very casual, standing-room only show so it didn't matter that we bought tickets so late.



Rachel Yamagata has the most amazing, husky yet sultry voice. One of my favorite songs this year is "Meet me by the Water"... I was hoping that she would perform either that song or "Over and Over" but she didn't. She did sing one of her new songs, "Elephant" a capella and it was so moving and powerful the entire theater stood still for a few minutes.

I also discovered two new female artists that I absolutely love, Meiko and Lenka. The cool thing about this concert is that for certain songs, the other girls would come out and sing backup. Here are a bunch of them helping Thao Nguyen out on a song:


A couple of memorable things happened that night... We got there pretty early so we were literally 1 row away from the stage, before I got claustrophobic (drunk) and almost fainted and had to go to the back to get fresh air and lost our spot. =( And then of course the most memorable part of the night, running into Ted Mosby! Or Josh Radnor from How I Met Your Mother. He passed by us twice and has a big head.

Then on November 25th, Yona and I went to the Honda Center to watch Coldplay. I wasn't expecting such a huge production, it was a nice surprise. The stadium was pretty packed:


It was such a long wait for the concert... we arrived just as the opening act was finishing up and had to endure an hour set of a random DJ while watching a psychedelic cartoon on a screen. It was long and boring.



Yona, however, was more cheery than usual.



They started off the concert with Live in Technicolor which sounded so good live.


There were a lot of cool lighting effects including lasers and blinky things (forget what they are called). Some of the songs were performed in the dark with backlights silhouetting the band.




There was a cute song they did on the stage extension, in the middle of the floor:


And they performed The Scientist, my favorite Coldplay song, unplugged in 4 random stadium seats near the back:


By the end of the concert I realized boys in henleys and military jackets are hot. Oh, and Chris Martin looks like House.

I wonder...

So I noticed today at work that the bathroom lady replaces the toilet paper roll when it's at least half-used. (Uncomfortable story actually, she replaced my roll as I was using the toilet since they reach in and replace it from the other side of the stall)

I wonder what they do with all the less-than-half rolls?