With our RH Cloud sofa finally delivered, we spent our recent weeks decking out our second-floor landing with a new coffee table, sideboard, storage shelf, and even an ultra-short-throw projector. The ceiling-mounted projector was aimed at displaying virtual workout classes from Yolo Barre, but the project was more complex than I had hoped, requiring custom wiring in our attic crawl space and fashioning a ceiling mount out of a wall mount and VESA brackets. Melody focused on gathering supplies for her rat palace, while Westley managed to reach endgame in TOTK and level 7 at Swim America. At work, I attended mostly to our lab move to the top floor of Tupper Hall. I thanked the team with a lunch outing, followed by a gathering at my place to officially send off Lien, Mini, and Nicole over an Italian-themed spread of garlic bread, pasta, and tiramisu. Between grant preparation and reviewing student posters, I squeezed in an overnight trip to give grand rounds at Emory, where my hosts showed me MLK’s birth home and historical park, treated me to fancy Italian, and showcased their clinics, trainees, and research facilities. I enjoyed my view of the Rockies aboard my flight home to catch up on episodes of Shogun and The Brothers Sun, and to revisit Picnic Day for lessons on lab animals and beef cows. New eats this month included banh mi pate muoi from Di Kitchen, chicken-n-waffle sandwiches from Bruxie, and XLBs from Journey to the Dumpling’s new midtown location. The meals did not, however, make up for the torturous bowel prep for my first colonoscopy. Our first visit to our PCP in years reminded us of our age, and importantly, the need to spend more time with each other.

Singapore has been a dream destination for my family ever since my recent work trips. What began as a winter break idea became reality when we scored deals for business class seats and a student’s list of must-try restaurants to create a week-long itinerary of the garden city over spring break. We drove to SFO early Monday to enjoy the Polaris lounge ahead of our 17-hour flight complete with fish congee, PJs, and movies galore. The automated immigration counter got us through quickly to our Chinatown Airbnb to reset our clocks. We swiped our credit cards at the MRT on Wednesday to begin our walking tour through Kamplong Glam to Sultan Mosque, where the heat and humidity called for multiple stops for char siu bao and kaya toast on the way to Little India for Muthu’s fish head curry and biryani. We passed the former house of Tan Teng Niah and Sri Veeramakalamman Temple en route to the National Museum of Singapore, where touring the city’s colonial past concluded with exhibits on dementia awareness and recycling plastics. We skipped the Instagram line at Fort Canning’s tree tunnel for the air-conditioned Children’s Museum, then toured the gilded Buddha Tooth Relic Temple before they closed. For dinner, we got Westley a pork floss roll then went to Hong Lim Market for Ah Heng’s curry chicken bee hoon mee and Liao Fan Hawker Chan’s soy sauce chicken, and brought mangosteens back for dessert. We kicked off Thursday with congee, yam balls, and fresh soy milk from Maxwell Food Centre to tackle Singapore Zoo. Chatting with the docent here rewarded us with a private tour of gharials, anoas, pygmy hippos, hyraxes, langurs, and elephants. Lunch at Ah Meng Restaurant was surprisingly good, but the showstoppers were the zoo’s expansive primate collection of baboons, lemurs, and proboscis monkeys, and display of giant fruit bats that flip right-side up to urinate. Our next stop at River Wonders and Bird Paradise included interesting shows that featured capybaras and singing birds, but our exhaustion set in after dinner and put us to sleep aboard the Night Safari tram ride. We awoke Friday to Nanyang Old Coffee and Tong Heng’s diamond egg tarts for our walk to Gardens by the Bay, where we switched from fauna to flora at the Cloud Forest, Flower Dome, and Floral Fantasy. We ran into my one Singapore friend at the bustling Raspura Masters food court, then retreated home to rest up for our evening food tour in Katong including no-chopstick 328 Katong Laksa, the OG Eng’s Wantan Noodle, and long-queue Ponggol Nasi Lemak. On Saturday, we filled on Koo Kee Yong Tow Foo Mee for our visit to Sentosa Island. The S.E.A. Aquarium provided reprieve from the heat as we watched hungry blue lobsters and elusive manta rays. Lunch at Putien included their signature bian rou soup, ‘100-second’ yellow croaker, Fujian red mushroom seafood lor mee, and my first try of Buddha Jumps over the Wall. We burned it off bouncing on the inflatable Hydrodash course, but was disappointed by sold-out tickets at Skyline Luge. Instead, we returned to HarbourFront for Don Don Donki shopping, Dian Xiao Er roast duck, and Song Fa bak kut teh. We slept in next morning for a relaxed start at Haw Par Villa, where Chinese folklore and traditional principles are brought to life in colorful dioramas commissioned by the founder of Tiger Balm. The chili crab at Legacy Seafood kept us warm as we explored Science Center Singapore’s mirror and laser mazes, which ended with an uplifting IMAX show on Jane Goodall. We spent the evening window shopping on Orchard Road, enjoyed Singapore-style afternoon tea at Violet Oon, paused at a rooftop garden and library@orchard, then dined on pricey chicken rice at Chatterbox. We returned to Sentosa on Monday for Universal Studios, where highlights included the action-packed Waterworld show, Transformers ride, and roller coasters that warranted a second go thanks to our Unlimited Express pass. We were glad to return to Skyline Luge for the Dragon trail, but sad that we got rained out from additional runs. We dried off over rich, quad-broth hot pot at Haidilao, then checked into the Marina Bay Sands where our upgraded Premier Suite featured a marble bathroom, leather-bound appliances, a mini bar with instant noodles, and two balconies that rivaled the impressive views from the observation deck and infinity pool. We awoke our last day to duck noodle, fried carrot cakes, and egg tarts from Lau Pa Sat, then took selfies at iconic Merlion Park before heading to Jewel Changi Airport to spend the afternoon at Canopy Park’s hedge maze, mirror maze, and walking net while enjoying Mr. Coconut, Jollibean, and Frozen Heart treats. The SilverKris lounge buffet helped us sleep through our return flight, making it hard to shake off jetlag back home, but thankful to have tasted a glimpse of life as Crazy Rich Asians.

We drove to Oakland over Presidents’ Day weekend for the Mammoth fundraiser at the Bonsai Garden at Lake Merritt. Following months of failed bonsai hunting, we finally managed to grab a gingko grove, Chinese elm, and mini jade plant, which combined with our recent azalea and ginseng bonsai purchases rounded out our new bonsai collection. We celebrated over delicious shrimp and oxtail with grits at Willow & Pine before returning home. Melody was away at a conference the following weekend, which gave me a chance to help Westley build a mini gundam from his friend Liam and the Guan Yu mecha I brought back from NYC. With the torrential rain, we almost didn’t notice our 20+ year-old water heater leaking onto the garage floor, which we decided to replace with a Navient tankless model. We were thankful to have replaced our Everhot dispenser and serviced our fireplace, which helped us survive the week of cold showers for me and sponge baths for Westley. At work, I was kept busy reviewing applications for our department chair and junior specialist positions, as well as grants for PCORI and NIH. The small business NIH review panel took me to Bethesda, where the hotel’s central location in the Pike & Rose neighborhood allowed me to sample tonkotsu ramen from Jinya, crispy fish and chips from Summer House, and a chirashi bowl from Kusshi Sushi. Back home, we also tried out some new eats including paper-thin XLBs from Yi Long Dumpling and AYCE hot pot at Shabu Shack. Yesterday, I picked up treats from ABC Bakery and akadama soil from the Maruyama Bonsai Nursery for a weekend of repotting the gingko, pulling weeds, and packing for spring break in Singapore. We’ll need to start shifting our sleep patterns for the 17-hour flight and 15-hour time difference.

Both Westley and I were lucky to have extended birthday celebrations this year. We kicked off Westley’s day with the Deas over pho and boba, then drove down to Sausalito with Melody for a romantic bayfront overnight stay. We watched families disembark their seaplane adventures then dined at Fish, where we were reminded of our visit there 6 years ago. We jotted our memory again browsing shops and galleries in Sausalito next morning, but were disappointed by bonsai hunting and lunch in Berkeley. Fortunately, my actual birthday dinner was tasty, and I even got treats from my lab, technician, and scribe to round out the week. After celebrating the return of Pooja’s lunch buffet next weekend, I flew to Palm Springs for the Macula Society meeting. Renting a car to the resort made financial and logistical sense, and allowed me to rush back for Westley’s birthday dinners over more pho and lemongrass pork rolls with E3. His celebration continued through Chinese New Year as we rang in the Year of the Dragon and our lunar birthdays collecting a dragon tear and completing his Wing Gundam. We even donated paper dragons to Catalyst Kids to share the fun with his class. My next trip this month was a visit to Abbvie. The proximity of their campus to the airport, hotel, and restaurant kept the trip short and focused, allowing me to squeeze in clinic on Valentine’s Day before flying to NYC that night. The early hotel check-in didn’t provide much time to rest after my red-eye. I joined my friend Meenakashi for artisan pizza at Jean-George’s abc kitchen, yawned through my meetings and talk at Mt Sinai, then socialized with the faculty over a cozy dinner at Pascalou before staying up late to prep my lecture next morning. By the time I was done touring NYEE with the chair and filling on Soothr’s lunch special, I was ready to conk out. I somehow still managed to flip through vacation photos and chow down on a whole suckling pig with my parents before passing out for 12 hours. I felt refreshed Saturday snacking through Brooklyn Chinatown with my parents. Despite being fooled by fuzhou-style XLB and tiring on pineapple bun comparisons, we were greeted by an exhilarating lion dance heading into Ji Bei Chuan for their lychee shrimp balls, brown sugar rice cakes, and signature fish maw and beef brisket rice noodles. Sadly, my luck turned south when my return flight got delayed by 5 hours and I learned that my R01 submission was not discussed. As my anxiety set in for an inauspicious year, I will keep my fingers crossed for my fortune to change in the near future.

Westley kicked off the new year finally undergoing his urology procedure that had to be repeatedly rescheduled over the past two years. His first encounter with general anesthesia went smoothly, and I took advantage of his recovery to complete the RG gundam kit that we started over the holidays. I also spent time upgrading our home network gear and hunting for Pixel 8 cases and wireless chargers from Temu, having frantically replaced my dead phone days before our Mexico trip. My old lab mate JB was visiting from Korea earlier this month, so we shared spicy hot pot that lasted us through mid-week. We were glad to have cleared the fridge by the time we were ready to embark on our lab retreat in SF last weekend. We drove down Saturday morning with my niece to queue up for Golden Gate Bakery egg tarts and Hon’s Wun-Tun House dumplings before meeting with lab folks at the Exploratorium. The psychedelic glow cinema mesmerized us, while social experiments like Team Snake taught us to work together. We were most excited for the cow eye dissection, even though they forgot about the retina (!). After gathering kalbi, bulgogi, kimchi, seaweed, and banchan from a nearby H-mart, we settled into our oceanside Airbnb. A few last-minute cancellations and initial lack of heat kept the house feeling empty and cold, but we quickly warmed up with our DIY kimbap dinner, indoor hoops, and a heated game of Pandemic. We started Sunday with high-quality dim sum at Koi Palace, then headed back to the Embarcadero to board our ferry to Alcatraz. Here, we learned about the island’s history as a fort then prison, the local flora and fauna, and life of inmates and guards. The engrossing audio tour detailed the different cell blocks, escape attempts, and kitchen violence with the “pop slap” sound of knife stabs. We stopped for hearty clam chowder at the Fog Harbor Fish House at Pier 39 and pineapple buns from Pineapple King on the way back to the house for an instant ramen cookoff and game of Wingspan. We awoke Monday morning to more kimbap to clear out the leftovers before checkout. The charging station had technical issues that kept me from joining my family shopping in Japantown, but gave me enough juice to make it back with our niece with time to spare for video games and a make-up piano lesson. With Melody out of town and an atmospheric river trapping us home this weekend, we spent a lazy weekend editing travel photos, cooking stews and soups, playing Zelda, and making another gundam. With lots of upcoming travel next month, it was nice getting some father-son time at home.

We decided last minute to take a family vacation in Playa del Carmen after Christmas. Being neither big eaters nor alcohol drinkers, we are not the type to benefit from all-inclusive resorts. But with unlimited entry to a host of theme parks – Xcaret, Xel-Ha, Xplor, and Xenses – we were ready to try out the “all-fun inclusive” Hotel Xcaret Mexico. We spent a quiet Christmas at home packing waterproof band-aids, reef-safe sunscreen, water shoes, and extra swim gear. Our red-eye to Cancun was uneventful and check-in was a breeze despite an attempt to lure us into a timeshare presentation for a $170 coupon. After sampling pancita and quesadillas at the Mercado de la Merced lunch buffet, we tried out the water slides and climbing wall selfies in the kids pool, which left Westley passed out through our meaty Brazilian BBQ dinner at Las Cuevas. We began Wednesday at Xel-Ha with fish therapy, dolphin and stingray encounters, and snorkeling in different inlets while Westley discovered pina colada, then returned to our hotel for excellent grilled octopus and ribeye at Cantina Los Faroles. We skipped the lines at Mercado next morning for breakfast at Xin Gao, then boarded a traijnera flat-bottomed boat past the Hotel Mexico Arte to Xcaret park. Floating down the underground river here reminded me of my college trip two decades ago, and both Melody and Westley felt accomplished completing the course. After our snorkeling got cut short by Melody’s mask malfunction, we lunched at La Caleta’s buffet, which we walked off at the turtle exhibit, aquarium, aviary, mariposario, and Mayan village. We rested our feet at the Xcaret Mexico Spectacular which featured Mayan assketball and fire hockey, lofty birdmen dance and battle reenactments, and regional musical performances complete with live horses, doves, and macaws, followed by poolside steak and seafood at La Trajinera. We returned to Xin Gao for more miso soup, matcha pancakes, and salmon yakitori for breakfast on Friday, then headed to Xplor for an exhilarating ATV drive, 7-zipline course, and another underground swim past stalagtites and stalagmites. Lunch at Chibali introduced us to donut-topped milkshakes and an impressive candy bar from which we stocked up on treats for an afternoon of 8-ball and TOTK. After an underwhelming beachside dinner at Las Playa, I soaked in our hot tub while Melody dried our swim gear with a hair dryer before bed. We tried Xenses on Saturday, where we relied on sounds, smells, and touch to traverse different terrains in the dark, then kept our balance ascending a gravity-defying “uphill” street. We took turns at a waterslide and zipline that Westley either wouldn’t or couldn’t do, then floated down underground rivers of saltwater and sludge which left us cold and muddy. We were nevertheless impressed by the details, including a lemonade faucet from a lemon tree and optical illusions that made good use of their “xelfie” photo system. We returned to Xcaret for birria, pozole, and churros at La Cocina, then back to the Mayan Village for a ceramics workshop and souvenir purchases before returning to the Cantina for family-style roast piglet. We spent Sunday back at Xel-Ha to tube down the lazy river, watch manatee get fed, and snorkel some more. The Mexican buffet was better than the international fare from our previous visit, and dinner at Xin Gao reminded us to avoid Asian cuisine in Mexico in the future. Westley stayed up just late enough to check out the festive but deafening NYE countdown while Melody slept through the party. We enjoyed our last morning at the Mercado buffet, then split up for souvenir and photo purchases before flying home on New Years Day. Our resort experience had me feeling indulged, pampered, and constantly overstuffed, reminiscent of HBO’s White Lotus. I was nevertheless fascinated by the impressive organization, attention to detail, and focus on Mexican culture that make this region a tourist hotspot.

With holiday season around the corner, we took advantage of my parents’ visit to join in on the parties and celebrations. My lab organized a hot pot potluck complete with retina-decorated macarons, followed by a Westley-led origami session. We managed to finish the copious leftovers before Thanksgiving dinner, which we kept simple to prepare for my family reunion on Black Friday. After months of coordination, I managed to gather aunts, uncles, and cousins from SF, Portland, and San Jose for a day of dim sum, family photos, Super Smash Bros, and seafood banquet. The second wave of leftovers fed us for another week, leaving little opportunity to cook or to go out to celebrate my dad’s 80th. I did manage to get a cake with numeric candles that Westley suggested keeping for his 08th birthday. We continued gorging ourselves at the Alta holiday party at Mulvaney’s B&L – with a short presentation by the owner himself, dim sum with Melody’s OR staff, and the Eye Center holiday party, which felt less crowded and less festive than previous years. Melody and I also tried out the omakase menu at Chef Frank, which was less impressive in presentation, quality, and price than the one at Okesutora. At home, we spent more time exploring the depths of Hyrule and collecting poes. I checked out the Fall of the House of Usher and season 1 of Last of Us. Mike Flanagan’s new horror miniseries on Netflix smartly reflected the gothic works of Edgar Allan Poe, while HBO’s video game adaptation captured the deep, emotional tone of the Naughty Dog classic. Before my parents departed, we took them shopping in Roseville, ordered our cloud sofa, then visited Old Sac for the Theatre of Lights show with the Dea’s. The Asian dinner option was closed, leaving us settling for pizza which was better than expected. With cold winter rains settling in, we look forward to staying inside with just the three of us.

This year’s AAO in San Francisco promised less travel time, but ultimately unfolded into a longer trip overall. I spent last Friday morning reorienting my parents after more than a year since their last visit, which helped me avoid Bay Area rush hour to park my car. I uploaded my talk before joining fellows for lunch at Super Duper but was so wiped out by Sub-day that I skipped all the receptions for yummy Chong Qing Xiao Mian and Netflix to cap off the night. Amidst a Saturday morning of meetings and consulting, I made time for JT’s chicken adobo and pork sinigang, which was a bit sour for me, but still better than pastas from the UCD and MEEI receptions. Fortunately, I was redeemed by CAOS‘ banquet-style dinner next evening at Harborview. On Monday, I checked out the Yayoi Kusama exhibit and collection at SF MOMA en route to my final session at the YO lounge. I found no luck bonsai-hunting at Katsura or Utsuwa, but at least scored hakata-style ramen and a hojicha frappe before the drive back. At home, I found time to repair my car dent and replace my bike tire in preparation for the Pioneer Fall Festival. Volunteering for Ms. Chang’s milk bottle toss after my recent COVID booster made me sore in both thighs and shoulder. Fortunately, Westley was unfazed by my exhaustion, and managed to reprise his ninja character for Halloween, reach level 6 at Swim America, and rock his first piano recital playing Brahm’s lullaby. With work travel winding down, we hope to get more time to rejuvenate this month.

October has been another busy month of work travel. I was able to power through a new R01 submission, even while traveling to the Gene Therapy for Ophthalmic Disorders summit in Boston. The short trip gave me a chance to revisit old stomping grounds like Hong Kong Eatery in Chinatown, which had changed to a takeout format due to the pandemic. After my gene therapy workshop, I dined with my classmate Leo and his family at Pagu’s, where the walk from my guest house took me down memory lane (i.e. Mass Ave) through Back Bay, MIT, and Central Square. After stopping for ramen in Coolidge Corner next day, I took a familiar stroll past Trader Joe’s and Stop & Shop to check on our Brookline condo on the way to Logan Airport to scope out the fancy new Sapphire Lounge before my flight home. Between clinic, grand rounds, and MD-PhD and fellowship interviews, I had little time to enjoy my Yolo Bypass bat tour with Westley before heading next to NYC, where I spent more time with grant reviews than my parents, but at least shared some dim sum and lobster noodles at their favorite spots. I spent two lonely nights in Newark for an ad board, then returned to the city for the Retina Society meeting. After my talk on myopic monkeys, Ala and Raj joined me for a stroll past Times Square for Kochi’s Korean-themed tasting menu, which felt less satisfying than the South Indian fare at Semma next evening, where the gunpowder dosa (yum!), goat biryani, and venison shank were far more deserving of their Michelin star. The lavish event at the Temple of Dendur brought back memories of my childhood visits to the Met and reminded me how lucky I was growing up in the city. Back home, I avoided retinopathy from the solar eclipse, and accompanied Westley to our annual Grandpa’s Barn visit and Neighbors’ Night Out before returning to the East Coast for the PED2 Study Section. Despite being mostly stuck at the hotel, I managed short excursions with colleagues for Jinya’s tonkotsu ramen, Da Hong Pao’s dim sum, Tortino’s linguine, and Le Diplomate’s escargot and onion soup. The whirlwind month of travel had me seeking reprieve at home with my family to adventure in Hyrule.

My grant writing was stalled several times this month by work-related travel. At the Future Vision Forum in DC, I stayed mostly at the hotel where the 2-day think tank harnessed insights from such great minds that had me experiencing major imposter syndrome. The gala in the gilded ballroom at the Cosmos Club, where I was surrounded by photographs of Nobel laureates and Pulitzer awardees, did little to quell my qualms. I ventured out only briefly for dan dan noodles from Planta Queen and kimji jigae from Anju which were both heavy, over-flavored, and disappointing. I did catch up with my old lab mate Vuk at the Graham Hotel rooftop bar, which provided reprieve before returning to a packed clinic and division meeting that wiped me out for the rest of the week. My other trip this month was the Thorny Issues meeting in Portland, where the Devers Eye Institute compiled such engaging talks that I even paid attention to the glaucoma and cornea lectures between my own presentations on monkeys, CRISPR, and teleophthalmology. A session on mindfulness helped set the tone for a meditative stroll along NW 23^rd St, where I socialized with local eye docs over pu erh at Smith Teamaker on the way to the faculty dinner of delicious peruvian fare at Adina. After the meeting, my host Aris took me on a packed half-day tour of the city with panoramic views at Pittock Mansion, a fully-bloomed Rose Garden, plump koi at the Japanese Garden, chocolate croissants from Ken’s Bakery, multi-tiered Multnomah Falls, and Columbia River views at the Vista House, before returning to his home for dinner with his wife and kids followed by nocciola gelato from Pinolo. Between the work trips, we attended a non-work OME retreat in Truckee that provided a pleasant afternoon of bocce ball, pickleball, pool basketball, and foosball, as well as a visit to the Brick Fest Live event in downtown Sac – an all-out Lego mania complete with race tracks, dioramas, glow-in-the-dark bricks, architectural builds, and photo ops with life-sized statues. Back home, we finally defeated the Elden Beast at level 200 after 271 hours of gameplay, allowing us to embark on our next adventure through Hyrule in Tears of the Kingdom. The heart containers, korok seeds, and ultrahand feature brought back memories of BOTW, and promises many more hours of family fun for this winter and holiday season.