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Happy halloween!

My first halloween experienuce was in California as a seven-year-old new immigrant. My father convinced my brother and I to dress in our traditional Korean outfits (hanbok) and go trick-or-treating. Woo hoo! I couldn’t believe that I got free candy for wearing a costume and ringing people’s door bells. America was great, in my mind! I also got a lot of compliments for my “cute little outfit”. In fact, since then, I’ve never had as many compliments with any of my subsequent halloween costumes — nor have I had as much halloween fun.

Later, I wore more of the traditional scary halloween costumes until I hit my teenage years, at which time I thought I was done with the kids’ holiday for good. That was, until I met my wife Shari. When we first started dating, she made me dress as Bam-Bam so she could be Pebbles. The only problem was that my “skirt” was so short that the club we were at made me put on my pants over the costume. Embarrassing.

Last year, I had the privilege of being Grumpy because she wanted to dress as Snow White. Oh yeah, that was a lot of fun. The year before, she wanted to wear a blond wig and be a “trophy wife”, so I got to be the older man.

Yup, for some reason, halloween has deteriorated to one of my least favorite holidays to prepare for. However, once I’m out and see the other ridiculous outfits worn by people, whom I had thought were reasonable at one time, I do have some fun. Mix that with alocohol and there are some good memories.

This year, however, I’ve put my foot down on our halloween outfits. This year, I will not be an assessory to my wife’s costume. I’ve chosen our outfits. I’ll be at See Sound celebrating a friend’s birthday.

Happy and safe halloween everyone.

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So, the international joke goes… at least the way I remember it:

Heaven is:

  • French food
  • German engineering
  • Italian fashion
  • British police
  • Japanese wife

Hell is:

  • British food
  • Italian engineering
  • Japanese fashion
  • German police
  • French wife

I’m sure I’ve just offended many with this type of stereotyping. I’ve even heard great debates spawned from telling of this joke. So, it got me thinking about what “MY” favorite and least favorite elements from having traveled to different parts of the world. How would I tell this joke? Well, here is my very subjective view (purposely absent of any explanations) — with tongue in cheek ;) .

My perceived favorites would be:

  • Austalian sense of adventure
  • French dinners
  • American optimism
  • Brazilian sensuality
  • British sense of humor
  • Japanese teamwork
  • Vietnamese pampering

The opposite would be:

  • Vietnamese sense of adventure
  • American dinners
  • French optimism
  • British sensuality
  • Japansese sense of humor
  • Brazilian teamwork
  • Australian pampering

Apologies to all… I must have a real writer’s block.

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As a frequent international traveler, it’s important to overcome jetlag quickly at my destinations to maximize productivity during these visits. That’s easier said than done, especially as I get older.

Recently, a colleague at Alterian told me about a BBC special that explained how our human brains have a second “feeding clock”  that can override our “master clock” when food is scarce. This is to keep us alert until we find food as part of our survival makeup. In theory, then, avoiding food for long periods of time (ususally 12-16 hours) can reset our “feeding clock” while our biological clock can only adjust a little each day. By not eating on long flights, therefore, you should be able to adjust to new time zones (resetting the feeding clock) more quickly.

I’ve tried fasting on my last trip from London to San Francisco and on my current trip from Seattle to Ho Chi Minh City.  

From London, I was on Air France, which meant I flew to Paris first, then connected on a non-stop flight to San Francisco at 10. On the 11-hour flight to San Francisco from Charles De Gaulle Airport, I refused food which concerned the French flight attendants who promised to save a meal for me in case I changed my mind. Upon landing, I was plenty hungry and gorged on sushi. I was meeting my wife to celebrate our anniversary so I especially didn’t want jetlag to show me down. That first night, I slept almost six hours straight (pretty good). For the next few days, I did get tired late afternoon when it was night time back in London. However, I made sure to keep eating at the appropriate meal hours and I never hit that proverbial jetlag “wall”.

Last week, I took a 12-hour flight from Seattle to Taipei, then a three-hour flight to my final destination Ho Chi Minh City. On the long first lag, I again refused food. It wasn’t too difficult since that flight left at 2am Seattle time. I slept for eight hours straight. I ate upon arriving in Taipei.

I got into HCMC around noon and made it to the office for a 3 pm team meeting. I was alert and engaged until around 7pm when I did hit a wall. I passed on an Oktoberfest event, headed straight to the condo, made sure to pick up take out food and crashed right after eating. I woke up at 3 am and struggled to sleep the rest of the night. Adjusting in HCMC, which is 14 hours ahead of Seattle proved to be a little more difficult.  By the third day, I started feeling pretty alert for most of the day to early evening.

I believe that the strategy of fasting on these long flights do help in adjusting to new time zones. However, your body still has a biological clock that just needs time to adjust, so there is no magic method that can help completely avoid some form of jetlag. I recommend people trying fasting on long flights (up to 12-16 hours if possible). If nothing else, it helps you realize how much you are over-feed on an international flight.

One caveat is that it is always harder to adjust to a new time zone flying east than flying west. Both these examples are of flying west, so I may have further input after flying home east.

Good luck.

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It’s layover in Taipei International Airport, after 12 hours in the air from Seattle. Everything’s just a little too familiar. Instinctively, I made my way to the connecting “C” gates through yet another security check point. I have about 45 minutes to kill before the business center opens at 6am when I will check my email.

I sat next to a Chinese gentleman on the Eva flight over and we went through the whole trip without a single word to each other. Just eye contact got me past him two separate times to use the facilities. The flight attendants only spoke to me in Chinese but I knew by context what they were saying so I played along: I closed the blinds, opened them, declined food, put my seat back up…

I enjoyed being left along as I wasn’t feeling well. An ambient pill let me sleep almost 8 hours and I finished the flight by watching two movies. Surprisingly, I feel better than when I started this journey.

Right now, staring at me is a life-sized cardboard picture of a Chinese chef tempting me with soft-shell turtle soup. I’ve never tried that before. I appreciate the fact it’s something quite different given the familiarity of everything else around me: The duty free shops hawking exclusive brand names. That magazine smell of expensive perfume is the same in Heathrow as it is in the Taipei International Airport. The world has become so small.

I’ve been jumping from Seattle to London to Ho Chi Minh City over the past year. When I go to one of these three diverse cities, there is a surprising amount of similarities. I guess that’s called globalization.

I remember the first time visiting Paris with my wife in the hot summer of 1996. It was almost impossible for me to get any ice with my drinks. I complained quite a bit about that throughout the trip. Now, you can’t get a drink without ice throughout Europe or Asia. In a way, despite all my previous complaints, that makes me sad. So, I heard Carl’s Jr. is opening up in Ho Chi Minh City. I should really try this soft-shell turtle soup.

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