Not-So-Killer Croc

Yesterday, my friend Son sent me a link to an interesting news story coming out of Thailand.

A class of kindergartners went on a field trip to a local crocodile farm, and took some interesting pictures.

Kiddie Croc 1 Kiddie Croc 2

I have to hand it to these kids, chilling on the backs of crocodiles is pretty ballsy!

Of course, there was a big uproar about safety and consent… (I guess the parents did not think this would happen on a trip to a crocodile farm?) I would have loved to do something like this, but I am an adult with no children, so take that as you will. Time to brush up on my wrestling moves and look up tickets to Chiang Mai!


Batman vs. Food

Batlogo Sushi

For my friend Chris’s birthday, a group of our friends went to a local sushi restaurant and attempted the sushi challenge.

Bruce's Challenge

I mean, it’s a challenge from a guy named Bruce, so I have to try, right? After reading the description of the challenge, I felt pretty good walking into the restaurant. It took a while for Bruce to make six challenge plates for us. He actually did not have enough large plates and had to cut some of our rolls in half so we had two 9″ rolls instead of one 18″ monster. After all the plates came out, he also brought out a small digital kitchen timer for us to stare at while we ate, and it was time to go!

Sushi Friends

We all dug in, some people trying to fit whole slices into their mouth at a time (they were easily at least 3″ in diameter and 1/2″ thick each), while I split each slice into quarters and tried to make it more manageable. Around the 30 minute mark, Bruce came back to our table to check up on us. He told a bunch of my friends straight up that they were not going to make it and they might as well quit now. But he did say that Chris and I still had a good chance, and encouraged us to keep going!

Sadly, Chris and I could not carry the hopes of friends. We both ended up defeated as well.


As a consolation prize, though, we all did get some ice cream on the house. We were all just talking about how full we were, but there is always room for ice cream! And Chris got tempura ice cream because it was his birthday.

Ice Cream

As we were leaving, we all talked about why we failed. Obviously, the main problem was volume. The description read four pounds, but we all felt like it was more than four when we had to take our “before” pictures with our full rolls. TJ weighed his leftovers the next day (he conveniently stopped at the halfway point), and we found that our rolls were closer to six pounds each!

Testing the leftovers

And while you may be thinking that we were ahead for two extra pounds of food, let me tell you now, that extra weight was pure sushi rice. Bruce packed the rice in hard, it was brick-like fresh, and you do not want to know what it was like after sitting in the fridge overnight. Also, they ran out of sushi rice in the middle of making our challenge rolls, so new rice was made, and it had extra rice vinegar, making each bite just a bit harder to swallow.

Not that Batman would ever make excuses, though. We all plan on going back and beating that challenge!

A Rare Flower

Rare Flower

Batman is not really known for his outdoorsiness. He tends to stick to the urban jungle of Gotham unless he is questing for a rare flower as some sort of training. I actually love camping, and there are nights were I yearn to sleep under the stars. Unfortunately, I do not get to go much due to time restraints as well as lack of shared interest by friends.

The Sierra Club recently posted about some of America’s most dangerous hiking trails. The permalink for the article says 8, and I am fairly sure I originally read about eight different locations, but the article now only contains six. They are:

I actually did Half Dome a few years ago with some friends.

Half-Dome Cables

We stayed at a cheap hotel right outside of Yosemite, drove into the park in the early morning, hiked up, stumbled back in the twilight, passed out at the hotel again and went home. Even though it was early June when we went, there was still a snowbank at the very top!

We went the first year the Parks Service introduced the permit system for the top of Half Dome and back then it was only for weekend hikers, so we avoided it by going on a weekday. Now permits are required seven days a week, and you need to apply in the off-season and they hold a lottery for them. I would love to do Half Dome again, but these restrictions make it unlikely. I definitely would like to check out the other trails on the list, though. Have any of you tried them? Do you have any recommendations? Without further input, I will probably add all five to my goals list.

The Hard Way

A while back, I mentioned that I would love to get a Batman-style helmet. Recently, several friends have been forwarding me links to this new product:

Batman Motorcycle Helmet

(And also to the “cat” helmet here.) It looks pretty awesome! And I do like that it is built on top of an existing DOT-approved helmet. Eddie mentioned that I should be concerned about poking other with those ears, but I figure if I am ever going ears-first at someone, I probably have bigger concerns. Unless I am coordinating a stunt with a friend/sidekick…

Personally, I am worried about the aerodynamics of these helmets. The manufacturer for the cat helmet says “you won’t even notice them at a speed below 90mph,” which leads me to believe that my head is going to be ripped back when I go faster than that into a strong wind. Ideally, the Bat-helmet ears would sweep backwards like in the animated series.


I guess I will have to make it myself!

Why Does Batman Allow Bad Things to Happen in Gotham?

Batman Flux Capacitor

After a tragedy, people naturally ask, “Why did this happen?” and “How can we prevent this from happening again?”

For some, the answer is simple. Life challenges us in order to force us to become better versions of ourselves, and these tragedies cannot and should not be prevented. After all, if Bruce Wayne’s parents never died, would he have become Batman? Others, though, prefer a more proactive approach. (Including Batman… does that make his life a Catch-22?)

Consider the mass shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School, which I think we can all agree is a horrific tragedy, and one with complex causes. Here is a list of just some of the issues that have been blamed as “the” cause for this event:

  1. Adam Lanza was mentally ill.
  2. Adam had access to a lot of weapons.
  3. Adam played violent video games.

Pick out any one of these three issues, and it does not create a killer. Consider everyone in the world who suffers from a mental illness, or everyone who has access to guns or knives, or everyone who plays violent video games. If any of these were to cause homicide, humanity would probably be extinct. Even when all three traits are combined in a single individual, it does not guarantee homicide. It might raise some red flags, and you might be able to claim that such a person is more likely to commit homicide than a person without as many factors, but no one could say with certainty that such a person is going to kill.

So without being able to accurately predict such attacks or to understand what caused Adam Lanza to kill, how do we prevent future attacks? Lawmakers want to limit comorbidity, and after failing to pass stricter gun control measures, some are now going after violent video games.

Violence and homicide, even mass homicides, are as old as human history. Violent video games are merely the newest whipping boy – before that, there was violent movies, comic books, Dungeons & Dragons, literature, and on and on and on.

At best, blaming violent acts on some aspect of pop culture is a knee-jerk reaction by honestly confused and concerned citizens floundering hopelessly for a quick fix to make things better. At worst, it is a ploy by cynics to advance their agendas by grabbing the headlines and twisting them to their own ends. Within hours of the Boston Marathon bombing, various public figures used that story to push their own ideas about government conspiracy, abortion, national security, and immigration, just to name a few issues other than violent media.

My advice? Take a deep breath and remember that increasing sensationalism in the news and the availability heuristic may make it seem like the world is going to hell, but violent crime is actually down.

Reign Supreme

One of the most common debates about Batman is “What is his best gadget?” It is a tough call because he certainly has a lot of toys to play with. Some people take a flippant stance, while some are more practical. I definitely agree that his most iconic gadget is the batarang.

But his overall best gadget? I would have to go with Batman’s make-up kit.


I know that seems like an odd choice, so hear me out. Sun Tzu said, “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.” Well, he said a lot of things, but most of it can be boiled down to “knowledge is power.” Batman knows this well, and his make-up kit is his best gadget because it allows him to gather intelligence and spread disinformation, whether as Matches Malone or one of his other aliases. His intelligence network is what allows Batman to be so effective.

I bring this up because, like many people, I am spending a good portion of my workday distracted by news updates from Boston. At the time I am writing this post, local police have identified the Boston Marathon bombers as two Chechen brothers. On-the-scene reports of a “Saudi national”, as well as wild after-the-fact speculation by mainstream media and the Internet of varying profiles all ended up being dead wrong.

As soon as I saw the reports of Reddit and 4chan taking action, I knew bad things would happen. They are working from limited intelligence, with no oversight, and with no thought of repercussions.

I understand the need to pitch in, the desire to help set things right again after a tragedy like this. That is why I have taken disaster-preparedness training, became CPR-certified, and donate blood. I am not saying that the mainstream media gets a pass, but they have editors and fact-checkers (presumably) to verify claims. These internet detectives think they are badasses.


But really, they are living in a bubble. Worse, they are in a million little anonymous and autonomous bubbles. It does not take a Batcomputer to know that some of these folks would take things a step beyond identification efforts, and end up harassing an already distraught family. I am positive that some of them, by virtue of proximity, even took it further.

These guys may think they are Batman, but there are three important differences:

  1. Batman has much better information.
  2. Batman has much better skills and plans to act on his information.
  3. Batman is fictional, so even if he is wrong, real innocent people don’t get hurt.

Kingdom Come

Kingdom Come Batman

First things first, this post has been weighing on my mind for a while now, and I was not sure if I should actually publish it or not, but here goes.

My mother’s side of the family is extremely close. I guess that is pretty natural when you have nine siblings – seven of them sisters – and get transplanted in your teenage years to a new country. There are several March and April birthdays in the family, and there are seven of us hitting big milestones this year, so we were planning on having a big party right around now. Planning started just after Christmas, and I was really trying to see if I could go, but it looked like things would not work out since I had not accumulated enough vacation time at the new job. Life has a way of surprising you, though. Much like finding out the real-life Batman is actually a criminal accomplice, I was shocked to my core to learn that my grandfather passed away on the last Sunday of March. Calls were made, tickets were booked, and I was back in Minnesota after all.

The grieving started as soon as it happened. Profile pictures were changed, sentimental status updates and blog posts were written. When everyone came together, we did what we always did at family gatherings – we ate, we drank, we told stories. For the large part, it was like any other family reunion, except that everyone looked drained all the time, and people would randomly burst into tears mid-conversation. As we fell into a rhythm of sorts, we noticed little things – ripples my grandfather left behind – like how no one else wanted to sit in his seat at the dinner table.

As for me, I had no poignant anecdotes or inspirational quotes to share. (I actually remember remember my grandfather pulling my mother aside when I was younger and asking her when I would open up more – I have always been laconic, though I prefer to think of myself as stoic.) I did what I usually do at family events, which is to simply be supportive and pitch in wherever I saw that I could. The funeral itself was tough – I lost both of my paternal grandparents without ever meeting them, so this was my first close, personal death. I do not think things were “real” to me until I saw my grandfather in his casket.

My family is Buddhist, so there were a lot of ceremonies involved. (I am actually in the middle of a 49-day vegetarian diet as an oblation of sorts for his soul.) To be honest, though, the rituals did not do much for me. What really impressed me was all the speakers who talked about how much my grandfather changed their lives, especially my father’s eulogy. He painted word pictures of my grandfather’s accomplishments over the many phases of his life, and then went on to encompass his hopes and dreams for his children and grandchildren.

It made me realize how myopic my view of my grandfather was. More than that, though, it made me realize how stunted my life has been in comparison. When my grandfather was my age, he was a military officer, government leader, and father to four children already. I was inspired to redouble my efforts to not only accomplish my own goals, but to also to advance my grandfather’s wishes. He was much closer to Batman status than I can hope for, but I will do my best to make him proud.

Old Bruce Wayne