我和小兔子

Some people smuggle diamonds. Some gold. Me? 小兔子(lil rabbits).


Wifey sent me on a quest: “Go get me a rabbit” so here I am in Hong Kong, sweating in my suit in 70F while the locals don scarves and North Face the size of the Stay Puff marshmallow man, hobbling up and down hills in Lan Kwai Fong on a severely disabled knee, in search of a very elusive rabbit which, considering their mating habits and the number of Starbucks, seems extremely odd. Now you have to understand a few things:


First, when my wife says do something words like no, I tried, I can’t, I didn’t have money for cab fare, locusts, a terrible flood, it’s not my fault!! do not fly. It is easier to teach a Mainlander to stop spitting on the sidewalk then to change my wife’s course of direction so you are better off just getting it done.


Second, we seem to be amassing quite a collection of bearistas (Starbucks bears). We’re not sure exactly how it started. They seemed very cute, lil bears dressed up as anything except a bear (although there’s an idea, do a bear dressed as a Starbucks bear). Then we had to have the new years bears. Then the cities we visited. Then came a child and she needed hers. Then there was a bat purchase on Ebay. Two tigers. Then our friends encouraged our small fetish with very generous gifts and now they have multiplied like rabbits :) and we have several bears aligned on the bookshelves not really matching the decor and prompting kiddo to sound, “too much bears Mommy!”


Finally, with all these bears we of course do not have “the one.” This is the Year of the Rabbit and wifey belongs to rabbit. (NOTE: You say “I belong to rabbit” as your animal in Chinese, not “I am a rabbit.” Probably had something to do with members of the Year of the Cock getting mad about sentence phrasing, who knows). Anyway, we had to get the rabbit. Easy right? Just go to coffee nirvana and buy one. Four stores later I haven’t bought one much less even seen one. The report back home, in an attempt to prep my own honey bear that I may not be able to bring one back, was less than fruitful. I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty sure I heard something like “you come back with my bunny or your sleeping with the fishes,” but it may have been the Skype connection. So, day 2 and I am beginning to doubt they even exist. Then after work, falling down the hills in Central on my bum knee I try another Starbucks. I don’t see one on the shelves (no surprise) so I stand in line to ask again. I feel foolish in line especially since my new years resolution to give up Starbucks (whole other story).


ME: Do you have the stuffed bear for CNY?
16YEAROLD: What? Oh! (shows me a rabbit bank).
ME: No. The doll. The bunny??
…Waves down his colleague obviously exasperated with the two English words he used…
16YEAROLDENGLISHSPEAKER: Hi!
ME: Do you have the bunny doll?
HER: Sorry, we are sold out.
ME: Oh! So you had it? (they do exist!)
HER: Yes, but not anymore, sorry.


Maybe it’s the utter look of disappoint in the eyes of a man who will be lucky if the locks aren’t changed when he gets home or the fact that she sees that I’m not going to buy anything and she doesn’t have to make another triple venti double fat double black chocolate whip mocha extra hot, but she says she could call another store. She started to dial, then dial again, then again. Three stores and no luck. “How about the Valentines bear? They have it at IFC?” I explain the concept of marriage and how chocolate chip is not cookie dough ice cream and say no. She then yells at her colleague in Cantonese. It sounds like a Dr. Seuss book reading, “Luke’s luck likes lick lakes long john silver lil bow wow shamma lamma ding dong.” He pulls out his own cellphone and starts dialing as well. Still no bunny. I head out.


Half way down the hill to the MTR Mr. two-words of English taps me on the shoulder saying something about my phone number. I try Mandarin. The wave of relief that washes over his face when he realizes he’s not going to have to do a round of Pictionary to get me to understand is amazing. I give him my card and HK number and he tells me they will keep trying and call me if they find a place. Wow! Service is all I can think of. Now if we don’t find one it won’t be for lack of trying. Deep underground on L2 in the MTR where only in Asia can cellphones still work I hear my Super Mario Brothers ringtone and answer. They found one! It’s on hold and only one stop away. Last one! I race over like a contestant on Amazing Race and there he/she is in the to-go bag waiting to be taken to all his brothers and sisters in America. Now all I have to do is provide a Presidential escort for Tutu (tuzi is Chinese for bunny, ask Gioia) and make sure he gets home, but at least I have proof.


Thank you Starbucks for not only all the years of cocaine you call sweetener fueling my addiction but now our second vice of bearistas that have less resale value then a 2011 beanie baby yet we love them anyway. Special thanks to the two in LKF that must have called 20 shops to help a crazy foreigner. Hope you all have a fantastic year of the rabbit and whatever you do, do it like bunnys.
新年快樂!

January 19, 2011   No Comments

To the lady behind me, I’m sorry.

I was flying high, figuratively and literally. I had just come off a wonderful weekend of delicious smells, shopping,  and Nutcracker sightings with my wife and daughter and I was feeling great. On top of that, I had also just returned from Hong Kong, Melbourne, and Minneapolis so my many miles finally allowed me to hit super god status with two airlines. 

When I cut in front of a lady this morning I honestly had no idea what i was doing.  The taxi dropped me at the perfect door. I took the super secret premier exec security check-in line and breezed through. Then in a move not to dissimilar from Jim Carey in Bruce Almighty, I shed my shoes, coats, and bag in one smooth stroke and glided through TSA’s detectors.  Only after I was staring down the tunnel of the X-ray machine waiting for my one bag did I catch a whisper.  ”What was that? The nerve of some people. Oh, its ok.”  

I had cut off a line of ~12 people. They were struggling with the bins, the lady behind me had eight layers to disrobe and had forgotten she was carrying enough equipment in her carry-on to rival an IBM mainframe. She was slow and no where near the metal detector. Apparently, the premier exec line spits you out right near the detector, but you are expected to do an about face and get in line (ie. merge) with the “normal” line. I might have noticed it if there was a queue in the detector but it was like kindergarteners learning higher math in that line. “I have to take off my shoes? Yes, I have a laptop so?  Is a blackberry a laptop?” They were so lost compared to my overly rehearsed ballet of stripping and unloading that they did bit even register. 

I saw it when I was in the other side. I wanted to apologize (Not that anyone would believe me).  I wanted to say I’m sorry. I waited for the lady behind me, but she was struggling with an excessively large belt buckle and a half sweater/half jacket that I did not get the opportunity to tell her. I had become “that guy”. The jerk in the airport. The guy, I too loathe.  The guy that I will yell out, grab by the collar, and inflict my own form of air rage on. To the lady behind me and the crowd at the United security line this morning: I’m sorry.  Next time call out, grab my collar and say, “Back of the line, bub!”

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December 20, 2010   No Comments

Jet Lag pays off

One good thing about waking up early. You manage to catch the sunrise.

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December 14, 2010   No Comments

Christmas Message?

Well this is a different message for Christmas, I think? On a department store in Hong Kong.

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December 8, 2010   No Comments

What do YOU see?

Before you think I have gone all perverted, stop. These are actual mascots of events. From top right clockwise:
* 1996 Atlanta Olympic mascot “Izzy”
* 2008 Spain World Expo * 2010 Shanghai World Expo
* 2009 Hong Kong East Asian Games

Having lived through and participated in the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta I heard all the “blue sperm” jokes you could imagine. After that I thought, “ok mistake over, now back to lions, tigers, and bears, oh my.” Nope. I just saw the Shanghai mascot last week. Not only is it ambiguous but it is also blue! Then this week I arrive in Hong Kong to the “white sperm twins” for the East Asian games. Those three alone would have been enough for this article, but then I find the 2008 Spain expo mascots. Posis? Negas? Are you serious? What is Posis even doing to Negas on the bottom right? Do people really want to see this? Please tell me I am not the only person who feels this is wrong.

I only have a few questions:

1. What’s wrong with an animal? Starbucks can dress up the same bear 6 ways to Sunday, but these events can’t manage a new animal look? What about the lemur? When was he a mascot? Or the moth? For that matter, they might as well put Alabama’s dung beetle up as a mascot given this company.
2. Why Blue or White? If you made them brown then… oh…I get why not brown.. but orange or green? What about black? Why can’t we have a “black” mascot, hmm? HMMMM???
3. Why so close together? We have gone from 2008-2010 and all three look very close. STOP COPYING CHINA! The problem with being ambiguous is you can be anything and when you are anything you are also nothing which is what they tend to end up. I think I need to report these and collect my reward to China’s new porn policy: http://bit.ly/7yQ5cw

Now most of these were designed using children’s imaginations and focus groups. The problem with children is that they don’t even know all the animals yet, so of course they sneeze on a paper (or worse) and someone calls it “Izzy!” Please, please, please, to the next event planner, find something with legs, a pulse, and a defined neck and NOT something that looks more like what people in Asia spit on the sidewalks.

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December 7, 2009   No Comments

I love the iPhone!

Yes, I broke down and bought the iPhone. “Broke down” is not quite the right phrase. In truth all other phones were merely a string of waiting rooms until the iPhone arrived. Let me back up a few months. I used to be a die hard Sony Ericsson fan. Buying the latest and greatest camera phone each time. In truth the K750i was the last great phone from Sony, but I upgraded anyway. They were all nice phones, but the they were just that and some took nice pictures too. I ~wanted~ to get the Sony X1. This phone looked like the sleekest most powerful business phone on the planet. The problem is I wanted it in Jan, 2008. Come November? Still not available. My next decision was one of my worst.

I purchased the Nokia N96. It is loaded and does everything, or so Nokia had me believe. That purchase has now made #3 in my list of life’s regrets. The phone chose what time it would take a call. People (namely B) would call and the phone would decide “not today, I’m tired.” No problem, I thought, why does a phone need to be a good…phone? I does other things, right? Well it played games. Brothers in Arms was actually pretty cool in NGage. Large game, install on large memory card right? Wrong. You must install it on the phone memory thereby decreasing valuable space AND (get this) turn the sound off to get it to play smoothly. Lame. even worse, why are there three memories? It is just a phone. Worst was the wifi/3g access. I had to answer a SAT practice test each time I wanted to connect to anything. Couldn’t the phone… er… device simply just serve up my data?

Enter the iPhone (to choruses of angels)*. When comparing phones EVERY site out there seems very focused on specs. Is this camera better? How does this game play? What is call quality like? Battery life? I say phooey on all of this and call for a a total rethink in how we measure devices. None of these “tech” sites seem to have a valid measure on usability.

The only problem I had with the iPhone 3G is that it was SIM locked. This meant IF you managed to buy it, it would be locked to a contract and a provider in a certain country. When I was in Australia I looked into it and they wanted: driver’s license, 2 bills, proof of address, copy of passport, work visa, first born, the usual. Even then I would have had to setup a contract, cancel it the next day, and pay an additional fee to unlock the phone. Waaaayy too difficult and costly. Other options like grey markets in Taiwan just scared me. Who knows what they pre-installed. Finally, it hit me. Hong Kong. Hong Kong and Italy are the only two countries that sell unlocked iPhones. I ordered 3 to my office there (for others, and no not your Christmas present) and 1.5 days later they arrived. Once you tell the phone where your iTunes is (a requirement) the phone is just… AWESOME. The simplicity is amazing.

The touch screen works flawlessly and is crazy fun to drag, slide, squeeze and even dial a combination lock. Each app runs as the focus for the user. You never have to worry about other apps running in the background. They seem to go into some sort of stasis and await the next time you need them. This helps me tons. I often have Chinese characters in email that are addresses, names, book titles, etc… Queue them up in email and lock the phone. W you need it, it is one button slide away from showing a person. The wifi is as simple as it can be. Your options are on/off (take that Nokia) and it simply connects, no asking “Do you really want to?” The simplicity and responsiveness is beyond anything I have seen in a phone. It also happens to be a full ipod, but that is the least of what it does. A search for “free” apps in the App Store and you are a kid in a candy shop. I now have 5 pages of apps. Rather than run down my list of favorites, let me share some of the ways my life has been changed in the past week:

  • Tweets are more consistent than they ever have been.
  • Exchange integration is flawless. I have returned my BlackBerry.
  • Cooked two meals for B based on recipes that can sync online and I can read/store on the phone.
  • Reading the Bible daily
  • All passwords sync wirelessly with computer password app.
  • Longer walks and bike rides just so I can track my progress in iMapMyRide
  • Increased treadmill time from 20 to 40 minutes watching TV shows
  • No more dropped calls
  • Looking up Chinese words on the fly and…
  • Beat TapDefense

In short, my life is considerably better and to say, “I love the iPhone” is an understatement. I know Matthew 6 says, “Lay not upon yourselves treasures upon the earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt” ’cause the iPhone told me so, but I’ve got to believe Apple is working on the rust bit.

Don’t get the wrong idea, I am not an Apple fan boy and do not normally gush about technology, but this warranted it.

December 10, 2008   No Comments

Headless Blue Wonder Woman


Headless Blue Wonder Woman, originally uploaded by beuk.

This was in the window of the store next to my office in Hong Kong. I could not decide if it was tasteless, funny, sexy, what? All I know is a headless blue wonder woman caught my attention. and yes… You know I went inside to see the Invisible Jet!

November 2, 2008   No Comments