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  • Some Stuff

    I must say, FC and YC have done some great travel blogging!

    Ah, a NY Times Op-ed that seems rather dear to me, at least in reminding me of my poor student days, when I figured that unpaid internships were rather… exploitative and not very enlightening because, well, they’re unpaid: “Take This Internship and Shove It.” Anya Kamenetz writes:

    [….] I was an unpaid intern at a newspaper from March 2002, my senior year, until a few months after graduation. I took it for granted, as most students do, that working without pay was the best possible preparation for success; parents usually agree to subsidize their offspring’s internships on this basis. But what if we’re wrong?What if the growth of unpaid internships is bad for the labor market and for individual careers?

    Let’s look at the risks to the lowly intern. First there are opportunity costs. Lost wages and living expenses are significant considerations for the two-thirds of students who need loans to get through college. Since many internships are done for credit and some even cost money for the privilege of placement overseas or on Capitol Hill, those students who must borrow to pay tuition are going further into debt for internships.

    Second, though their duties range from the menial to quasi-professional, unpaid internships are not jobs, only simulations. And fake jobs are not the best preparation for real jobs.

    Long hours on your feet waiting tables may not be particularly edifying, but they teach you that work is a routine of obligation, relieved by external reward, where you contribute value to a larger enterprise. Newspapers and business magazines are full of articles expressing exasperation about how the Millennial-generation employee supposedly expects work to be exciting immediately, wears flip-flops to the office and has no taste for dues-paying. However true this stereotype may be, the spread of the artificially fun internship might very well be adding fuel to it.

    By the same token, internships promote overidentification with employers: I make sacrifices to work free, therefore I must love my work. A sociologist at the University of Washington, Gina Neff, who has studied the coping strategies of interns in communications industries, calls the phenomenon “performative passion.” Perhaps this emotion helps explain why educated workers in this country are less and less likely to organize, even as full-time jobs with benefits go the way of the Pinto. [….]

    So an internship doesn’t teach you everything you need to know about coping in today’s working world. What effect does it have on the economy as a whole?

    The Bureau of Labor Statistics does not identify interns or track the economic impact of unpaid internships. But we can do a quick-and-dirty calculation: according to Princeton Review’s “Internship Bible,” there were 100,000 internship positions in 2005. Let’s assume that out of those, 50,000 unpaid interns are employed full time for 12 weeks each summer at an average minimum wage of $5.15 an hour. That’s a nearly $124 million yearly contribution to the welfare of corporate America.

    In this way, unpaid interns are like illegal immigrants. They create an oversupply of people willing to work for low wages, or in the case of interns, literally nothing. Moreover, a recent survey by Britain’s National Union of Journalists found that an influx of unpaid graduates kept wages down and patched up the gaps left by job cuts.

    There may be more subtle effects as well. In an information economy, productivity is based on the best people finding the jobs best suited for their talents, and interns interfere with this cultural capitalism. They fly in the face of meritocracy — you must be rich enough to work without pay to get your foot in the door. And they enhance the power of social connections over ability to match people with desirable careers. A 2004 study of business graduates at a large mid-Atlantic university found that the completion of an internship helped people find jobs faster but didn’t increase their confidence that those jobs were a good fit.

    With all this said, the intern track is not coming to an end any time soon. More and more colleges are requiring some form of internship for graduation. Still, if you must do an internship, research shows you will get more out of it if you find a paid one.

    A 1998 survey of nearly 700 employers by the Institute on Education and the Economy at Columbia University’s Teachers College found: “Compared to unpaid internships, paid placements are strongest on all measures of internship quality. The quality measures are also higher for those firms who intend to hire their interns.” This shouldn’t be too surprising — getting hired and getting paid are what work, in the real world, is all about.

    That’s right, Lowly Unpaid Intern. You’re no better off than an illegal immigrant. In fact, you’re either over-educated or under-educated and still not getting anything out of it. Or, in my case, my one-time unpaid internship convinced me to never do another unpaid internship again because I like seeing real money in my real account.

    I managed to catch a little bit of the Today show farewell to Katie Couric. Got a bit too sappy if you asked me, seeing the old clips and feeling a bit sorry for Couric, so I turned the tv off and turned my 1010 WINS News radio back on. I prefer radio to go with my breakfast. That’s just me. Enjoy your vacation, Katie Couric, and let’s see how you do on CBS on your premiere date.

    The ABC commercials promoting Charlie (sorry, Charles) Gibson as the Trusted Anchor is a bit irritating. Just a bit. No offense to Gibson, but considering the unfortunate injury of Bob Woodruff and Elizabeth Vargas’ impending maternity leave, ABC’s ultimate choosing of Gibson (when he might have had this position all to himself all along) – well, it still leaves me with a weird feeling …

  • Vertigo

    Today, lots of people, lots of heights and depths.

    Exchange Square
    Today was Dragon Boat Festival day, which is actually a public holiday. Thousands of house maids were out and about like it were a Sunday. We went to Exchange Square, location of the HK Stock Exchange, to get to the bus terminal for the trip to Stanley, where one of the regional races were held.

    Bus ride
    We took bus #260, which is the Stanley double-decker express bus. We went up and down the rollercoaster of highways on the northern side, then went through the Aberdeen Tunnel to the southern side, ending up outside Ocean Park. Then through winding roads similar to that in the northeast coast of Oahu, we went along winding coastal roads, narrowly avoiding oncoming vehicles and pedestrians. A quick stop at Deep Water Bay deposits a horde of people going to the beach, and then we were soon at Stanley Market.

    Stanley Market
    Stanley Market is usually a riot of stalls. Add thousands of dragon boat spectators, and you get general chaos. We bought a dozen magnets, and haggled them down by about 5 bucks. We ate at DeliFrance, a chain of French-themed cafes. The noodle dishes were sort of ok, but the apple turnover was nice and super flaky.

    Dragon Boat Races
    The Stanley version of the races was one part tradition, one part community festival, and one part goofball antics. The traditional part was the actual races, and the consuming of massive quantities of jung, or rice tamales to use a cultural mixed metaphor. The community part is where a lot of people get to hang out together and interact in the race. The goofball part is where the teams often choose to race in wacky outfits. One team had pirate outfits; another in wedding attire; a third team had plastic wigs. A weight loss company was giving out free samples of their tea. A gin company was giving out these hand fans that were a big hit.

    IFC Center
    We walked through the International Financial Center mall. The neatest thing is the theater ticket centre, where you can use an Octopus card to buy movie tickets. Really need. We then took the Star Ferry back home.

    Haircut
    When we got back, I decided that I desparately needed a haircut. We waited downstairs at the barber shop for about 45 minutes, when P- started being impatient. I took that to mean that she wanted to leave, and we left. It turned out that the haircutter was actually looking for us. We went back down, and she took care of the haircut. She did it all manually, without those cutter attachments or anything. Pretty good job.

    Mong Kok
    We took the MTR train to Mong Kok, the neighborhood next to the former neighborhood. It has changed a lot since the last time I was here. The ladies’ market was a riot of stalls filled with every possible bit of junk and clothing you can imagine. However, that was supplemented by a mass of malls, shining electronics emporiums, and restaurants.

    In search of a Hakka restaurant
    One of the guide books pointed to a restaurant called Chuen Cheung Kui in the area. When we got there, it was an electronics store instead. We later found out that they are really in Causeway Bay.

    Langham Place
    This mall is unlike any other mall that we’ve seen. It’s vertical, having 14 levels. It has 5 storey escalators that whisk you skyward. They have a main stage on the 12th floor that had a jazz/soul guitarist named Pius Chan. At the very top levels, called OZone, there are a collection of restaurants in a Vegas style setup.

    Ming Ya Fe
    We had dinner at this 1930’s Shanghai themed restaurant/bar. They did a good job of immersing the guests in that time. We picked the set menu, because it seemed to have a good value. The dishes included: cold drunken chicken appertiser, sharks fin soup, shanghai soup dumplings, beef and broccoli, lobster tail in chili sauce, and two slices of cake: berry cheesecake and coffee cheesecake. There was also a singing duo that was taking requests. Very satisfying – recommended.

  • My own Amazing Race ….

    Back in Sydney, yesterday flew the red eye from Taipei to Sydney for a quick project meeting.  Sometimes, in this line of work, f-2-f is the way to go as virtual working doesn’t work so effectively.  Back at staying in Sheraton on the Park and enjoying Sydney much.  People are just so nice, pleasant and down to earth to talk to, even over work issues.

    Ordered in room service, prime tenderloin, apple pie and cinnamon ice cream.  Catching up on my personal projects on the side, watching TV (I don’t have at home), and just chilling not dealing with all the work issues.

    Flying back tomorrow morning to Taipei, then on Friday I’ll be flying to HK and hook up with FC and P-.  I’m confirmed.

    Then my June month looks like 2 HK trips, 1 London trip, 1 Singapore trip, going into early July, one KL trip.

    Whew….

  • More Post-Memorial Day Thoughts

    On Monday, Memorial Day, I watched “X-Men III: The Last Stand.”  I mostly heard that it was good, “but…” and then there was that Slate review that puzzled me.   But, watching it and making my own opinion — well, it was a good movie.  More or less.  I mean, Wolverine and Storm got lots to do this time, and I liked Kelsey Grammar as Beast (fits very well with the Beast characterization of the X-Men cartoon on FOX in the 1990’s).  And, oh yeah, the appearance of Dark Phoenix.  But without the hokey alien storyline that the comics and the 1990’s cartoon had on the Dark Phoenix.  But a convincing version, covered by Professor Xavier’s psychobabble explanation of Phoenix.  But, the whole Jean Grey-Cyclops storyline…  Umm, well…  I won’t say more, lest I’ll spoil it.  But, after all the series and season finales on tv and after watching Mission Impossible III, I’m pretty much tapped so far as watching characters die.  Getting really tiresome.

    At the least, Ian McKellan is a whole lot of fun.

  • Monday/Tuesday quick recap

    Someone had said that travel is accelerated living, and that it true, but also accelerated eating, and accelerated shopping. Here’s a outline which we’ll have to elaborate on later.

    Monday
    Star Ferry
    Harbour City
    Aji Ichiban
    Wellcome
    CityShop
    Korean Lunch
    Hard Rock
    Hotel
    Hong Kong History Museum
    Todai
    Temple Street Night Market
    Watched filming movie Ekin at market

    Tuesday
    Happy Garden Congee – Canton Road
    HMV
    Chop – Sheung Wan
    Mid Levels Escalator
    Peak Café
    Peak Tram
    Peak Galleria
    Tram
    Bus
    MTR
    Times Square
    Trams to Happy Valley
    Tram to Central

  • Last Week of May or the Memorial Day Weekend That Was

    Bad cold. Coughing and nose blowing, and blech.

    The passing of Lloyd Bentsen. The most memorable line was Bentsen’s VP debate with Quayle in 1988: “Senator, I knew Jack Kennedy, and you’re no Jack Kennedy.” This Sunday’s Meet The Press showed a clip of Bentsen’s “showdown” with the NRA, where he was brandishing a (undoubtedly unloaded) machine gun and he’s noting that he knows weapons having served in World War II, but he was obviously not with the NRA because, well, such weapons kill… There’s likely not going to be another Lloyd Bentsen again.

    A NY 1 story on a fortune cookie factory in Brooklyn.

    NY 1 also covered various stuff on APA Heritage Month.

    Saw “Mission Impossible III” on Sunday, despite the sniffles and the coughs. The sound system was loud enough to pretty much made it so that no one heard my coughs (and I barely heard others’ coughs or whatnot).

    The blow-’em-ups were good enough. I don’t care for Tom Cruise, but I had to see it because it’s a J.J. (“I made ‘Felicity’/’Alias’/’Lost’”) Abrams movie. It had the hallmark Alias moves: the plot that makes no sense, but the wild ride of a journey; the tension of duty versus love; and the impossible is possible. And, of course, that trademark Mission Impossible gag, from the tv series: Your mission should you choose to accept it (as if Jim Phelps wouldn’t)… this message will self-destruct in five seconds…
    Cruise was Cruise. Okay. Not so bad. His character Ethan Hunt has his witty moments. Billy Crudup – ooh: “Priceless” man of the Master Card ad pitch. Philip Seymour Hoffman – come on, it’s Philip Seymour Hoffman. Quite the villain. Laurence Fishburne. Is The Man. (of course. And, at least, none of that Matrix stuff). And Ving Rhames, Jonathan Rhys Myers, and Maggie Q picking up the rear, with Michelle Monaghan as Cruise’s love interest.

    Maggie Q threw in Cantonese (yeah! J.J. Abrams has this thing about China/Chinese dialects, at least he certainly did in Alias). Jonathan Rhys Myers was either playing an Irish-American or an Irish guy working with the Impossible Mission Force – his accent wasn’t making sense (well, he is Irish in real life; personally, it was nice to see him play a good guy after the – umm – scariness of his role in “Match Point.”). And, Keri Russell – she was cool. It would’ve been nice to have seen more of her.

    It was a good movie. A solid B. Could’ve been a B-plus, if I didn’t feel that it was an obvious play on Alias (article on Slate) – I mean, really, the IMF team’s home base tech guy was a play on Alias’ own Marshall (but Benjy’s a Brit/naturalized American, so it’s funnier). I don’t feel that J.J. Abrams has a negative bias about China (as the article I linked above wonders), but he’s certainly has an interest, and he does the tricks of the trade very well (for a more positive look, here’s a Slate review on the movie.). Ethan Hunt’s no Sydney Bristow either.

    Mind you, I didn’t like the first Mission Impossible movie (what they did to Jim Phelps was sacrilege) and skipped the 2nd movie. But, I liked the third movie. Good matinee movie.

  • Rain, Rain, Rain

    Quick outline – more detail later:

    Central – MidLevels
    Catholic Cathedreal
    Hong Kong Zoological Park
    Sheung Wan Chop Alley
    Cafe de Coral – BBQ Pork Combo
    Star Ferry – HKTA Info Center
    HLS drink
    Promenade – Walk of HK Stars
    New World Centre – Burrberry in Sogo TST
    YC on the phone
    Wong Tai Sin
    Festival Walk – Glacier Ice Rink, Hello Kitty
    Laser Light Show in the Harbour
    Passed out

  • Walls and Walls of Malls

    We attempted an ambitious itinerary on Saturday.

    Star Ferry
    Weather: grey drizzle. Walked to the Star Ferry pier, took the lower level. It was HK$1.7 (that’s about US 25 cents) for a 7 minute ride similar to the Staten Island Ferry.

    Dim Sum at Maxim’s Palace City Hall
    City Hall is directly across from the Star Ferry pier on the HK side. We walked in, and proceeded to miss the sign for Maxim’s next to the stair. There’s another Maxim’s on the second floor that’s really for dinner; nobody was in there. The dim sum level was on the third floor with a huge room. Very good dim sum – especially with seafood. Waited for about 30 minutes, and then another 15 because we turned down a smoking table. Our ticket number was 0068, and they were in the forties. I have a goofball picture where I have the ticket turned around saying 8900 – very long wait! Ha chern and Ha gou was perfect; the dan tat (custard tarts) were fantastic. Recommended.

    HSBC
    Walked across the street through Statue Square to HSBC world headquarters. In New York, they are known just for their retail banking; in Hong Kong, they are one of the banks that actually print the money. On the ground floor, there was a photo display of pictures taken by HSBC staff members throughout the world – the first one was of Prospect Park in the fall. Two lion statues guard the bank from the harbour.

    Pacific Place and Queensway
    Bought: city atlas and coffee table book about Stanley. There was a hole in the plastic bag that we took away and the atlas fell out in the store. Thankfully, they were honest enough to give back the book. We got vials of this lemon C drink at grEAT supermarket in the basement of SOGO that counteracted the effects of hot/cold that we have been experiencing. Diet Coke is twice as expensive as regular ones, since they are imported from the UK. We picked up a couple of dog shirts from Cen.

    Back to the hotel, where we took a breather, and P got to check out the ring in daylight. Way cool bling.

    Chungking
    We made a quick circle through the ground floor of Chungking Mansions so that P could say that we did it, kind of against my better judgment. It still looks very much like how it did in the movie, having that untamed rough West in the East feel. P’s curiousity was satisfied, and we hightailed it out of there.

    Carnavaron Road
    We walked up Carnavaron Road to find 3, the SIM card dealer. Instead we found a gelato stand were we got mango and berry gelato. Trying to trace our way back, we found a Hui Lau Shan and got more layered mango and berry drinks. The Hui Lau Shan was actually better then the gelato, and half the price. The SIM card dealer happened to be across the street — we couldn’t see it from the angle we were travelling.

    We found a branch of the Todai sushi buffet place we went to in Hawaii, and made a reservation for Monday night (the place was booked solid today and Sunday).

    Sham Shui Po
    Golden Computer Center in Sham Shui Po. If it plugs into something, it’s here. It’s a lot more cleaned up than before – very little in the way of illicit software packages; much more hardware. Bought a laptop security chain and a couple of chinese linux books for the people at work.

    We went back to the hotel, where I proceeded to pass out from jetlag, and P succeeded in making Skype calls.

    More rain and more action tomorrow, or whatever day it is right now.

  • Come Full Circle

    1 PM Thursday: general mayhem getting things packed; we leave.
    T-2.5 hours: After 3 trains, get the right A train to JFK
    T-1.5 hours: Get in time for CX check-in, wondering where is everybody. Apparently, everyone had already checked in 2 hours ago and were at the gate. But I had done on-line check-in, so it wasn’t a problem
    T-1 hour: P wants ice cream, so we make a stop – she gets a vanilla-chocolate swirl which was more like chocolate with a swish of white and syrup. I get an Immunity smoothy. She also picks up a few magazines.
    T-30 minutes: a family of 5 boards business class. Two of the kids are in this double stroller which looks a heck of a lot like a rickshaw.
    T-0: We take off on time. Channel 54 on the CX non-stop is wing-cam – a video camera feed from directly behind the front landing gear. Every plane should have one – I can watch it all day.
    T+1: Snack. Roasted peanuts, selection of drinks. My general policy is no alcohol in flight, because it gives me headaches and screws up my appreciation of the meal, but they had a selection of complementary scotches and sherry or wines.
    T+1.5: The in-flight entertainment system, StudioCX, had some bizarre news video from some British show about the origin of the words idiot, imbilcile, and moron (apparently “moron” was invented in New Jersey, and “idiot” originally meant a selfish person).
    T+3: “Lunch”, actually dinner. We opted with the beef with bok choy on white rice, smoked trout on apple celery salad, a square of “souffle” cheesecake, and Pepperidge Farms cookies. Very credible for airline food.
    T+4.5: Brokeback Mountain was playing (saw it in the theater with Pei so didn’t bother). Also, Disney’s Pocahantas was on. Pocahantas was the first movie I saw in a Hong Kong theatre – I thought it was very interesting at the time, because the Native American/English encounters depicted in the movie provided an indirect analogy to the British/Chinese situation. Of course, Lea Solonga is always a good reason to listen to a movie.
    T-6: Started a 6 hour game of Civilization IV. Finally had a decent score – in the 7100’s, aka Henry VIII.
    T-12: “Breakfast” was served – Abalone and clam Congee, fruit salad, blueberry muffin. The congee was fantastic, and actually had three slices of abalone. The best – even P was impressed.
    T-15: Landing at HKG. We were so sore that we were using the neck pillows that we brought as ring cushions to bring relief to our brokeback butts. Other than the seat comfort, Cathay Pacific shows what good in-flight service is all about.
    T-16: Crossed customs, got onto the Airport Express to Kowloon Station.
    T-17 (8:30 PM local time): Got on to a shuttle-bus to where we were staying.
    9:30 PM: checked in. I’m trying to convince P to go somewhere, anywhere. Instead, she just wants to shower and go to sleep
    10:00 PM: showered, trying to get the Internet working. Needs an account from downstairs.
    10:30 PM: The hotel staff shows up with the password. We get it working, only to learn that Skype is screened out. Drat, will have to get a SIM card for my phone.
    11:00 PM: Giving up on the romantic outdoor event and running out of the appointed 2 hour window, I settle for the harbor view from our room. I take out the ring and propose to P. And she says yes! Then she proceeds to put the ring on, and it’s too loose. But wait, she put it on her right hand. Switching to the left hand, the circle of platinium fits perfectly. Sigh of relief!
    11:30 PM-1 AM Saturday (1 PM EDT): We get stuff at 7-Eleven, walk up Nathan Road, made a left at Jordan Road, swing by the place my dad’s old apartment was, walked the length of the Temple Street Market, then caught the last MTR train back to Tsim Sha Tsui.

    Then, like Jack Bauer, we live happily ever after, until the next 24 hours.

  • Men Kui Tei

    We went for ramen with P’s friends last night at Men Kui Tei, across from Cooper Union. The ramen was Ok – P got the Men Kui Ramen, which is a kombu broth, and I got the tonkatsu (pork) broth. Her’s was too salty, and mine was not rich enough — 4 or 5 spoonfuls of her broth fixed mine. However, the quantity of food was nothing to complain about – it was huge. Another friend got the Sara Udon, which is really chop suey, and it could serve 4. The sides were pretty good – marinated skirt steak on rice, and curry on rice.

    T-6 hours before the flight…. bringing my laptop on the plane.