Well, there’s ONE career I know I won’t have

I like food. A lot. That should come to no surprise to any of you who have spoken to me for more than five minutes. As a result, I spend a lot of my time and visiting websites and watching movies and TV shows related to food. I’m not a picky man; my tastes in food entertainment range in everything from haute cuisine (Good Eats, TasteSpotting, Serious Eats, FoodPornDaily) to the exotic (Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations, Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern) to the morbidly grotesque (Super Size Me, This Is Why You’re Fat, Supersized Meals, anything from Paula Deen). I am a huge fan of the TV show Man vs. Food. Honestly, Adam Richman has the best and worst job in the world all rolled into one delicious, steamy tortilla. The man gets paid to go around the country and eat at some amazing restaurants with Herculean challenges, but the nature of the beast rears its ugly head when he has to actually undertake the challenge. He then inevitably fails miserably, whether it’s trying to shove far too much food for his gut to hold or to eat something so spicy that it makes him bleed out his pores. He then takes pounds of Metamucil and/or laxative to get it all out of his system later.

Brand Loyalty

“The relationship between a man and his barber…that’s sacred.” – Barack Obama
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When my family and I first crossed the Pacific on a raft made of chopsticks Boeing 747 in 1992, we settled in an upper-middle class suburb in south San Jose. Five years passed without much note. Other than learning English (and speaking it better than my American-born peers), being whipped into playing piano and violin like a good little Asian boy, and becoming overweight thanks to a steady diet of high-fructose corn syrup and avoidance of physical activity, nothing of significance really happened during my years in the ‘burbs. Life was quiet, slow, and full of sunshine (most it wasted on me, since I spent my life in front of the TV, playing remarkably bad video games). I was a happy boy.