Friday, July 30, 2004

In need of guidance


Is that sweet or what? Getting an apparent bump from the DNC, the RX-8 has propelled itself into frontrunner status on my list of cars I'd be willing to purchase (anyone catch that reference?). I'm thinking if I go that route, red would be the optimal color. Man - that would be sweet. Can you see me in it? I put a digital Darron in the driver's seat to better help you visualize it.

Fortunately, I have my wits about me. I'm looking at three different dealers. On Tuesday I'm taking a stick shift driving lesson ($60 an hour!) so that I can expand my car buying options. I'll find out about what kind of a loan my Redwood City teachers credit union can offer me next Thursday. I'm not completely sold on the RX-8 yet, but getting pretty darn close.

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Rey is very persuasive

I went to the Hyundai dealership in Burlingame today to find that it's really not much of a dealership at all. They only had maybe 20 cars there, and only 1 Tiburon, and it had nearly none of the features I was looking for.

But that didn't stop Rey Pebenito, Putnam Mazda's Internet and Fleet Sales rep. Long story short, I test drove a sweet blue RX-8. It is NICE. Check it out here.

After noticing my obvious pleasure while driving the RX-8, Rey's constant refrain became, "You're driving that car home today!" But I resisted. I can get the car for around $25K for the base model, but they're offering me financing with 12.9% interest due to my past credit "problems" with student loan repayments. I still want to look into the Tiburon, so I've resolved to get up early tomorrow morning and go visit one of the other 3 Hyundai dealers in the area. With the Hyundai, I can get all the cool options (moon roof, leather seats, upgraded stereo with subwoofer, etc.) and it will still only cost around $21K.

What car do you think I should buy? You can vote here. I'll take your voice into consideration. Please add a comment to this blog explaining your vote!

Where have you been?

You may have noticed prez2012 has been down for the last day or so... Do not fear - I haven't pulled the plug or missed payments on anything. I've just changed my hosting provider and it took a bit of time to get everything changed around and showing up.

I've now got 16 times the storage space and access to a lot of new features, but I'm paying about half the price of what I was spending before. Good deal, no?

As for my hunt for a new car, I've switched gears a bit. I'm thinking that it's just not the right time in my life for a convertible. My new frontrunner? The Hyundai Tiburon.

Hyundai? Hyundai??! Yeah, I know. If you're anything like me, when you think Hyundai, you immediately think of small, cheap, low quality cars. But that's not the case anymore. Check it out here.

Tiburon is Spanish for shark. Actually, it should be spelled tiburón, with the accent on the o, but Hyundai is a Korean car company so I guess it's understandable they don't know that. There is a certain sense of destiny or fate here. I'm somewhat enamored with sharks. I have several in my classroom. I have a shark on my car's keychain. My "nature name" at Outdoor Ed was Tigre Tiburón. I'm off to the dealer tomorrow to check it out!

Sunday, July 25, 2004

Maniacal Hedge Clipper Woman

I have to mention this because it was soooo weird. Like, "straight out of a movie" weird.

When I was test driving the MR2 Spyder, I was zipping around the neighborhood with Mark when we drove by this older woman (maybe in her 40s?) cutting some bushes with these giant hedge clippers - you know, the kind that require 2 hands to use, about 2 feet long, like gigantic scissors. Mark laughed at the look she had on her face as we drove by. He described it as a "You young whipper snappers!" kind of a look. Perhaps I was driving too fast. So, naturally, I made a quick u to turn around and see her for myself, only this time the look on her face was a bit... different. With a look of pure, maniacal hatred on her face, her lips snarling, she stared us down as we drove by, as she *violently* opened and closed the clippers.

Not believing what we had seen, I naturally turned the car around again for another quick drive by. By now, of course, we're a little nervous. We are, after all, in a convertible, and a very small one at that. She could very easily pounce on Mark or throw the clippers at us or something. But the appeal of going by just one more time was too great. As we did so, once again, with a look that was part homicidal, part paranoid schizophrenic, she stared at us as we came down the street (I drove a bit more quickly this time) and deliberately opened and closed her clippers, opening them slowly, closing them quickly with great force. Oh those mortal blades!

Buying a car

This much I know: I need a new car.

All my life, I have driven only one car: Lady in Red. My first real love, Lady in Red is my '84 Chevy Camaro. Purchased from the original owner in 1992 when I was just a wee lad of 16, she has been my method of transportation for the last twelve years.

We've been through a lot together - a couple of speeding tickets, several accidents (only one of which was my fault, of course), a road trip up to Washington state, countless journeys from Mission Viejo to Stanford and back again, various girlfriends - but alas, as a 20 year old car, she's been having a lot of problems lately. While I plan to keep her so that one day when I hit it rich in education I can fix her up to her former glory, I need a more reliable and safe vehicle for my daily transportation needs.

And so I turn to you, gentle reader, for some advice. I really want a convertible. I've wanted a convertible all my life. At this point, I've got my choices narrowed down to three: Chrysler Sebring, Toyota MR2 Spyder, and Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder.

I test drove the Sebring and MR2 yesterday. The Sebring, which is a lot larger, didn't exactly "wow" me. It was nice - basically what you would expect from a Chrysler. The MR2, however, was just super fun. It's incredibly small. Sitting in it, you feel like you're at Disneyland's Autopia (do they still have that?), and it is SO much fun to drive. Nice get up and go, plus it looks super sweet. At least, in my opinion it does. Mark went with me as my wingman (since he recently has purchased a car himself and is a deadly negotiator) and declared the MR2 to be "girly." To make things worse, a guy walked by as we were looking at the car, smiled and said, "Hey, that's cute." I assume he was talking about the car, but I don't want to drive a car that's "cute."

So I guess I really have two questions: 1) do you think convertibles are girly?, and, if not, 2) which of the three convertibles I listed above do you think is the best one for me?

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Praise them with great praise

You've heard of Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of penicillin. But have you ever heard of Howard Florey and Ernst Chain?

Florey (Australian) and Chain (German) are credited with advancing humanity's knowledge of penicillin's infection fighting abilities (source: http://www.timelinescience.org/resource/students/pencilin/fl_ch_pr.htm). Though a great many valiant mice died as a result of their experiments, we can thank Chain for having the most interest and initiative in testing penicillin's properties. We can thank Florey for figuring out ways to make the production of penicillin more prolific, spurred on by the massive need created by World War II.

Though I am allergic to penicillin, I still owe my gratitude to Florey and Chain for making the wide array of antibiotics we have today, like the one I'm taking currently for my now barely noticeable throat infection, possible.

What did people do before the invention of the antibiotic? Well, they often died. But what awful, horrible deaths they must have been! When I think about the times in my life when I've experienced real, oh-my-god-this-hurts-so-bad pain, it's been related to infections. Some pretty awful throat and ear infections come to mind. Bacterial infections just knock me out - and antibiotics, in a relatively short time, just do wonders for me. I've only been on my antibiotic for 5 days, and after the 3rd day I was feeling mostly back to normal. That is nothing short of a miracle. Not of biblical proportions, no, but amazing nonetheless.

So great praise to Florey and Chain!

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Fahrenheit 9/11

I finally went to see Fahrenheit 9/11 today, Michael Moore's enormously popular and controversial flick.

For me, as a man who aspires to be president one day, this movie was most useful in pointing out things I should not do when president. Here's a quick list:

Lesson #1: Division is best left to mathematicians, not presidents.

There is a scene where Bush is addressing a crowd of "haves, and have more's." He calls them "my base."

That's not right. A President's base is the people - all the people. It doesn't matter if they voted for you or not, if they contributed to your campaign or not, if they're a member of your party or not, if they agree with you or not. A President has no stronger base than the people he or she was elected to represent. And that means all of them. Bush ran on a theme of restoring decency, respect, and unity - but comments like this serve only to divide.

Interesting sidenote on this clip: If you see the movie (again), pay attention to the woman sitting behind the President on the right of the screen. She seems a little uncomfortable by his first comment, and chuckles a bit to herself after she hears all the other folks around her chuckle. When he calls the well-to-do crowd his "base," she bursts into laughter about a half second behind everybody else. I think she thought it was a stupid thing to say, too - but you know how peer pressure works.

Lesson #2: Use vacation time sparingly and thoughtfully.

The movie states that President Bush spent 42% of his first 7 months on vacation. While not necessarily "vacation," it was time away from the White House. Broken down by the Manchester Guardian, that 42% was "a whopping 54 days at his Texas ranch, 38 days at the presidential retreat at Camp David and four more at his parents' place in Kennebunkport, Maine." A President shouldn't do that, especially, one would think, a newly elected President. It gives the appearance of idleness and laziness. As for me, I want a President who is on the job, working for me and the American people, most all of the time. Granted, everybody deserves some vacation now and then, but as President you've only got 4 years (8 if you're lucky) to do what needs to be done. I think we can all agree that our country, though a great one with a largely admirable history and limitless potential, has a heck of a lot of room for improvement. There really isn't that much time for vacation. Plus the President makes good money - $400K a year, roughly 8 times what I make.

Lesson #3: Don't mix political commentary with sports.

During a golf game, President Bush is talking to the press and gives what sounds like a stern warning about weeding out terrorists around the world, then immediately quips, "Now watch this drive." Can you imagine me in the White House bowling alley talking to the press about some labor strike somewhere and saying, "You think that's a strike? Now THIS is a strike!" Such talk just sounds ridiculous, reduces credibility, and tarnishes the image of the President.

Other potentially embarrassing political/sports scenarios to avoid: If one of your cabinet members is accused of sexual harassment for making a pass at and groping a colleague, you play a game of "two hand touch" football on the White House lawn. Taking a brief time out to talk to the press about your cabinet secretary's innocence, you then state, "Now watch THIS pass."

Lesson 4: Don't wear make-up.

There are clips of Bush, Powell, Rumsfeld, Ashcroft, Ridge, Rice, and Wolfowitz all getting spruced up prior to live satellite feeds. Apparently, you can tap into those before they're officially "broadcast." Giving the American people the opportunity to see someone coiffe your hair for you (or God forbid to watch you use your own spit to tame your cowlick like Wolfowitz does) makes you look silly and fake. Silly and fake are not the political stereotypes you want to continue to promote.


I'd rather not soapbox so much on the issues the movie addresses. Most people already have pretty firm and defined opinions on Bush, the movie, the war, etc. In general, I think the movie's implication (or, perhaps a better word is the assertion) that Bush and his cronies used the tragedies of 9/11 to make big money for themselves and the Bin Laden family by invading Iraq under purposefully false pretenses is too much of a stretch. Do I think money, the influence of big corporations, family dynamics, revenge, etc., all have some role in the situation we're currently in? Yes. Do I believe that our president purposefully allowed 9/11 to happen, purposefully lied to the American people about the WMD claims against Iraq, and purposefully took our country to war for reasons of oil and personal gain? No. Bush may have a terribly incompetent, shortsighted administration, but they're not evil people.

Overall, Fahrenheit 9/11 gives disturbing insight into the ways our government often works (the nepotistic dispensing of ambassadorships and government work contracts, members of Congress regularly not reading the bills they vote on, etc.). Most of those people working within the system don't see anything wrong with it. Most of us outside the system don't even know about it. But let's be clear in understanding that it's not something unique to this Bush administration, and it's not all going to change if (and hopefully when) Bush loses in November.

Sunday, July 18, 2004

Do not take your throat for granted

Ok, so I'm obsessing about this throat infection. 3 entire blogs about it? You'd think it must be some major event - but while I'm recuperating, what else do I have to do other than write blogs about my throat? (because, of course, normally my social calendar would just be sooo full of things to do) Maybe this is why older people seem to just sit around and talk about their doctors visits.

The doc changed my antibiotic today - the other one created some gastrointestinal side effects (or GI effects, as the insiders call 'em) for me that were too bothersome to ignore. So far nothing has gone wrong with my new one - I just have to avoid direct sunlight for 10 days. Thank goodness the trip to Hawaii isn't coming up sooner!

My throat, and my health more generally, is something I certainly take for granted. I'm supposed to drink plenty of fluids, and down a whole glass of water with my new pill, and of course I'm supposed to eat now and then, but I've become swallow-phobic. I literally am afraid to swallow - I just let the saliva build up and build up in my mouth until it's ready to burst out like some horrific sewage spill. Then I tense up my entire body and try and get it down. I bought some soup at the supermarket, thinking that would be easiest to get down, plus some grapes that I froze and sucked on for a while.

I just took my drug cocktail of the antibiotic, 2 Tylenol, and 5 sprays of Chloraseptic. And now I go to sleep. My summer school students anxiously await my presence tomorrow morning - though I'm not sure I'll be able to speak and/or walk. Should be interesting!

Saturday, July 17, 2004

The diagnosis

Waiting for it to go away is bad advice.

Let me offer some good advice to those of you finding this page by doing a search for "swollen uvula."

1. Is your throat "red and angry" (the words used by my doctor)?
2. Do you have a fever of 101º or higher?
3. Do you have swollen glands?

If you answered yes to these three questions, you likely have an infection, like me. The only question now is whether it's viral or bacterial. Whatever it is, it's attacked me in blitzkrieg-like fashion - the minor discomfort I felt around midnight last night turned into agony within just 5 hours. He's put me on an antibiotic for now, in case it's bacterial, but also took a swab of the area (it was bloody! yuck!) for further lab analysis.

I should give maximum kudos to Mark for helping me out on this one. My throat too sore and my uvula too enlarged to speak with any sense of comfort, Mark was the Voice of Darron (LOTR reference) on the phone with the advice nurse, even though he was pressed for time to get to his teaching job. During the phone conversation, he felt my forehead and declared me "hot." That Mark - always trying to set me up with the ladies. THANK YOU FOR SAVING MY LIFE, MARK!

Miraculously, they scheduled an appointment for me in the emergency room just 45 minutes later and I managed not to pass out from pain or exhaustion as I waited in stop and go traffic for 30 minutes to cross the San Mateo Bridge.

And so the long wait begins. He told me not to expect instant relief - so I bought Chloraseptic and Tylenol to hold me over until the turn of the tide (LOTR reference #2). Unfortunately, the doctor's antibiotic of choice is notorious for creating an upset stomach, so I bought a cool large chocolate shake at McDonald's to wash it down.

Lesson learned: Waiting to get better is a stupid guy thing to do. Don't be a stupid guy.

A swollen uvula

The first sign that I may have inherited my dad's random and infrequent but very strong allergic reactions: my gigantic uvula.

I remember when I was a kid that my dad's lip would swell up on occasion to four or five times its original size, for no discernible reason.

In my case, after a rather tasty but for me exotic meal at Tomodachi's Sushi Bistro, I began to get that "my throat hurts a little and a cold might be coming on" sensation. Thinking it was nothing, I took a sucret and happily went off to sleep. But at 5:30 this morning, the pain of swallowing must have woken me from my slumber. That and feeling like my airway must be something like 95% obscured. I took a peek in the bathroom mirror to discover that my uvula has really come into its own and is vying with my tongue for the largest thing in Darron's mouth award (no vulgar comments, please). I mean, if my uvula was in the Tour de France, Greg LeMond would accuse it of using steroids. If my uvula was a baseball player, it would be mentioned along with Barry Bonds. My once normal and rather inconspicuous uvula has become a hulking monster. A bohemoth, if you will.

Perusing the web for explanations, I found there are a lot of people doing searches for "swollen uvula." The most common testimonials attribute it to the excessive consumption of alcohol (of which I am innocent), dehydration (I'm no more dehydrated than normal), bacterial or viral infections, and allergies. Given what I ate last night, I'm inclined to support the latter.

So I'm sitting here trying not to swallow or talk. Each swallow is a major event, requiring the convulsion of my entire body as I grimace in pain, so I understandably try to avoid that. I keep hoping, like most Americans do with their health problems, that it will just go away.

UPDATE 11/2/08: This continues to be my most commented blog! If you came here searching for "swollen uvula," you are certainly not alone. If you want to know the rest of the story, check out the diagnosis and the treatment.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

A labor of love

I've prettied up the Mark and Darron Show page and added the screen captures.

My next idea is to have a guestbook of sorts where people can write about their favorite The Mark and Darron Show memory. I'm sure I'll get right on that.

So go here.

While I'm at it, does anybody have advice for buying a new car? Add your comments! I need one, and since Mark's car was stolen, he needs one, too.

Monday, July 12, 2004

Connected again

Ok - so I've got an internet connection at home again. This time, I'm not "borrowing" my neighbor's.

I've made some changes to the site - I created a memory page for The Mark and Darron Show, from our 18 hours of fame during the Yahoo! IM Live Contest.

Just go to the main page (http://www.prez2012.com) and click on The Mark and Darron Show link. It's still in a rough draft stage, but I've added photos that people sent in during the show as well as some that I took when all the finalists met in Sunnyvale prior to the competition.

If one of the pics you sent in is on the page and you don't want it to be, just email me and I'll remove it immediately - prez@prez2012.com.

Now that I've got internet at home again, I'm hoping to make better use of the blog and to continue to update and improve my page. Also, Mark and I have been adding to the Casual Critics page. We've casually criticized two more restaurants and those reviews will be up in the next few days.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Marriage?

So I'm down in Southern California for the next few days for my friend Gilbert's wedding. As one of his "groomsmen," I'll be all decked out in a tux come Saturday at 2:00. Of course, the other folks involved in the wedding will be dressed up, too, but with one key difference: they all have dates!

Yes, I'm at a wedding, which is supposed to be a romantic event, no? And I have no date. I think the expression is that I'm going "stag." Or something like that. Basically, it will be Gil and his new wife, Danny and his girlfriend, Jason and his girlfriend, "Roberto" and his girlfriend, Gilbert's fiancee's friends and their boyfriends, and me and Swaroop. Swaroop is a short Indian man obsessed with fantasy sports.

So you see my predicament?

Gil is the first close friend of mine to tie the knot. Naturally I must now reflect on marriage and where I stand on the issue. I'm 28 - no longer a spring chicken, really. Plus I don't even have a girlfriend. Tens of thousands of people saw me in the Yahoo! IM Live Competition. You'd think that just *one* of them would be a smart, intellectually stimulating Latina from the Bay Area between the ages of 23 and 29 with golden brown skin, beautiful long hair, no kids, high expectations, ambitions, and a tight body (not that I'm picky). But no. Apparently not. Gee whiz!

Instead, I'm going to Gilbert's wedding alone. When I was in college, I figured 25 would be a good age to get married. Once I turned 25, I figured 28. Now that I'm 28, well... maybe 30?

I hope Swaroop is a good dancer!