<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2026 22:35:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Humor</category><category>Best Of</category><category>Myself</category><category>Media</category><category>Food</category><category>School</category><category>Helpful</category><category>Technology</category><category>Chinese</category><category>Commerce</category><category>Boston/MA</category><category>Travel</category><category>Updates</category><title>DicksonHe.com</title><description></description><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-7697350464065305824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2021 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-09-27T18:15:38.641-04:00</atom:updated><title>Welcome to DicksonHe.com</title><atom:summary type="text">Main: TikTok | Facebook | X Twitter SpamPaid: $ NFTs Museum | $ Books&amp;nbsp;| Masterpieces: Timeless Twitterature&amp;nbsp;








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(Priced in ETH on Ethereum chain.) Simple ways to buy: After verifying ID, buy ETHereum token on an exchange like Coinbase.com, such as with bank account or debit card (credit card and wire having fees). Transfer ETH to your wallet’s </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2021/08/tiktok-portal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-3511832643863980375</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2021 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-06-30T17:11:02.146-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Best Of</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Best Writings</title><atom:summary type="text">
Collected here for when I stop someday.&amp;nbsp;Politics:&amp;nbsp;1. Voting Democrat or Republican lets you choose how you&#39;re going to be miserable 2. Like a skilled politician, I will promise you everything, and give you almost nothing. 3. &amp;lt;&amp;gt; 4.&amp;nbsp;I would like to thank Washington, D.C., for making sure to collect every penny, and that it is spent wisely. 5.&amp;nbsp;Looking to vote for </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2021/08/best-writings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-2945199322263701807</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2021 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-09-30T19:42:06.366-04:00</atom:updated><title>Timeless Twitterature</title><atom:summary type="text">
Timeless Twitterature - Tweets Era (2016-2021)&amp;nbsp;1. Instead of breakfast at Tiffany&#39;s, let&#39;s have breakfast at Denny&#39;s&amp;nbsp;2. The road to presidential office now became a big soap opera with huge budgets and terrible acting&amp;nbsp;3. If you don&#39;t write, it will just be thoughts in your head that no one else knows.&amp;nbsp;4. Time and sleep heal all wounds&amp;nbsp;5. Nothing in society was </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2021/08/timeless-twitterature.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-7282982836257916663</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2016 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-09-27T11:21:18.964-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Commerce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Media</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>My Very Significant Short Story</title><atom:summary type="text">




Hi everyone, this may come as a bit of a shock like that surprise Beyoncé album, but I have been working on a short story in my semester sojourn.&amp;nbsp;

I have finished and published it since barriers of entry are so low that anyone can be a (self-)published author, and I have always wanted to commit time to write and publish something serious since I was a child. Eventually, I will be too </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2016/02/my-very-significant-short-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEw2vSVzfxs66XTNQNE7PUFPV9_DOmemUGTqwag21Z7zxVxnyDrXWR6XRIR4k3WvdwKnFWtiIDt-VB_T7rDesmOlSjLwCh5CcglsBO0GpkugY17RZiOJzURZiQ2Dk-5yHQEXq5UHSW0qW7/s72-c/My-Very-Significant-Short-Story-by-Dickson-He-Cover-2.png" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-2142589046693960445</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2016 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-09-27T11:21:49.434-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Best Of</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Helpful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>My Experience with Tarot Cards</title><atom:summary type="text">



I can imagine a psychic tarot shoppe here

Due to my fascination with mortality and the humanistic stages of life (it&#39;s certainly more interesting than school-college-career-retirement to write about), I splurged on a seemingly pointless purchase of Rider-Waite tarot cards.

While I did not become a cross-dressing gypsy (yet... just kidding) or lose all my marbles (I lost my Christmas yarn </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2016/02/my-experience-with-tarot-cards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1OydJnxmcUdHnyLWSpSj_MaqKu9lkUDVbAuOgfinG1PcLfqhGB4Zg-cXr5YlILWfgZWpJganxTLNfvPNduEm1Y4CPeofN923iL_jlMDrXnU7QYJDgO3V2vrN3qilk8LdCIMa1nadmbBDj/s72-c/Allston-MA-Night.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-1710088608982617334</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2015 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T13:51:13.506-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>Pithy, Artsy Shorts</title><atom:summary type="text">




The best things to write in the middle of the night when one can&#39;t sleep are as postmodern as the fleeting, anonymous, and selfish cars outside. Drivers and machine make their way to either fruitfulness or desolation; their lights leave no trail.

Beautiful Fool
A beautiful fool, enraptured and enamored with a shiny object that is his ideals, casts only a shadow of effectiveness. His ideals </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/11/pithy-artsy-shorts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiKJB7dOnMuXmWAQbFKWMEPUstg2ATVhyphenhyphen9PcDuVcp6KsP7G0skXoIOw6WxUJg4BnqKl-zQsWmOuSPIL8gwR7dQzpFxJFPIynkVYx1DW8mSfCiWIa_MP0AE5wQYzFNREaI-MWJhgOBafr1/s72-c/Rainy-Window-Night-Northeastern-University.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-7856885834818238932</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2015 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T14:09:50.451-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Best Of</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Helpful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><title>Back 2 School</title><atom:summary type="text">
After moving in my stuff and settling down to classes, I must post something witty and disparaging. Now that I have the exorbitant privilege of a refrigerator and no mandated meal plan, this means no more awkward wasted time at the dining hall and 1 hour plus food binges. Speaking of awkward, I managed to get 2 photos with our great President Joseph Aoun:








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Con$idering that I</atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/09/back-2-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHVfT3dddwLPCCezYuZTbN5-Dl-ASpITQTmmytIgogv_ZgOVn8PairLi4o52ZrHu_xspl_GW7wu0BHQ8lUyDoOazi5deb53nj2UGaJAt1olmpLL2uPM72lJVAthas6RmDNCBeJXl5u4EQ/s72-c/Dickson-He-with-President-Joseph-Aoun-Northeastern-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-919067590974307604</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2015 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T19:30:09.082-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Best Of</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chinese</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Media</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>The Mysterious Author</title><atom:summary type="text">


When I was a child, I was quite a bookworm (or, from a badly-translated bootleg Fullmetal Alchemist sub, &quot;a book-eating monster&quot;). I read many books that have been since forgotten for similar reasons as others: among them, the vicarious hedonism of being transported to another world.

With the decline in use of physical books, I reminisce warmly on when I read for leisure. Now, my reading is </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/09/the-mysterious-author.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgMocINGjcsVPrFFBFZrRF3EAuMEPWpBPuiIcBVHtAEVP-bEPdF-xCqRP8bgzK4U1IeRtKYfjaUER221_VGdbihEu4bsozmKxtDhG_Wtb9G8Qxyi2J4BciPcQ-GmS4zbyZBzVwPDs6dpsv/s72-c/Books-Worm-Library.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-263966220842270916</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2015 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-05-15T14:25:32.170-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Updates</category><title>I Made Business Cards</title><atom:summary type="text">



As a heads-up, I made basic business cards for future use. I designed them to match my site with a minimalist flair.

They also make great bookmarks. I only put my website because my information will probably change, and it is the best aggregate for important information and links.

All this talk of business cards requires a reference to the famous American Psycho business card scene. &quot;Try </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/09/i-made-business-cards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ENseQk6pm2yBmUyu7OBDJuhe8ydRY7CAx5h1ehuGdWeiP4voySOFNJUnqsBev0hQza0Qf5p1g7vUjkgIbr5WhKRDujb2b6tkedET532ILv9x1jIZvqN1RhXBf6FrKgWAKE-LPjM3WEM5/s72-c/Dickson-He-Business-Card.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-6549265833732334714</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2015 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T19:30:09.082-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boston/MA</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chinese</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><title>Blueberry Fields Forever</title><atom:summary type="text">



This is the Parlee Farms petting zoo in which it seemed like there were only goats. The hungry goats behaved like dogs, looking up and eagerly awaiting for food from the dispensary.

So, with a month before school rolls around again, it seems that my activities have become increasingly cheesy. This weekend, my family and&amp;nbsp;the dog&amp;nbsp;went to Parlee Farms in Tyngsboro, Massachusetts, to </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/08/blueberry-fields-forever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUBk_hiEuiblHLGB27WglvUH97e30TVwmepjF_VX_HLwdd0319dX5jVfESJZ1BgkSxqCWxBX5XjbZkG4L7MSJKV22TBsLpiw7bhOFbLZ2A2F80eFRv0MX5athPJ5gaeBIyMjP9LIymp_n/s72-c/Parlee-Farms-1-Goats-Petting-Zoo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-7105592371893991714</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2015 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T18:44:15.228-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Best Of</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Venture to Bermuda and Bermuda (Video) Shorts</title><atom:summary type="text">
For the post about the cruise, please click here.

Tour Videos













Quick Reference
Maps that kept disappearing from the visitor&#39;s center (zoom in):










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Great Bermuda attractions site, Wikipedia, and CIA World Factbook

Views Onboard
So, we finally arrived at tax haven Bermuda! Unfortunately, this was also during a very hot and humid period, so that greatly reduced </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/07/venture-to-bermuda-and-bermuda-video.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/iFGIvpcLESo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-6512897237592875352</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2015 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-05-15T12:36:05.474-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Best Of</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boston/MA</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Cruise Chaos</title><atom:summary type="text">
See my post about Bermuda here.




The ship herself (himself? Check your privilege!)

My feelings on this cruise are more mixed and jumbled than my complimentary Bingo card with 4 four-ways each missing one number.







Disembarking Boston touristy photo





They always take 2!

After getting on-board, a natural instinct is to explore the man-made quarters of hedonism in all of its cheap art</atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/07/cruise-chaos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSkv6lLrE0t9mzqWnAVn9LAHRcRAqexfGYdyqsNMB67dui55SFKtR4exJbbc8ZXP2LZ23sa4k17BGrZpwYbm3e0e-DivRvJ47MeCJ2SaZiW_LEqQwJvmqWSrDHgX1fiQJE7dqNWBLNbDAv/s72-c/1-Veendam-Holland-America-Line.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-8041166151705575791</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2015 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T14:04:43.352-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boston/MA</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chinese</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><title>Peach Farm Restaurant</title><atom:summary type="text">


On 5/26, we went to Peach Farm in Boston&#39;s cloistered Chinatown to celebrate a birthday. I have been to so many Chinese restaurants sometimes repeatedly and not many other types since my family mostly patronizes them out of familiarity and comfort, and the restaurants are usually not good deals compared to other delicious cultural fares and cuisine. Hey, it&#39;s whatever floats their dragon boat!</atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/07/peach-farm-restaurant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4o4g_rzNE0UjRZ_YxMpeHTHq1_BW3u5VSiVlJ1CiFw7DSpGVdJ_slmsG4-QU4DgpjuCLGPMc_l-K9g0GHgwFc3XQheympmnU8zqE1FGoBuKCfTDdamgpmSUfA7aAYUKjEHX4kxuTGYqh/s72-c/Peach-Farm-Front-Google-Maps.png" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-4818112550691973152</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2015 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T19:08:30.475-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boston/MA</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Commerce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><title>No Name Restaurant</title><atom:summary type="text">



Not shady at all

On 6/14, we went to No Name to celebrate something that happens only once in a lifetime: our lively grandma&#39;s 86th birthday. Arriving at the Seaport District, a redeveloped, gentrifying, and magnificent feat of urban planning with inviting public spaces and views of Boston Harbor, we found parking in a fishy-looking pier. With aisles of nondescript businesses only described </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/06/no-name-restaurant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1oGDzVoH-wn5wXD_NNh0vqNRWGaW_ElujiyTyea4UJ5bC8lIk8pCCXjzC6bjdNrchRIrG7Ou02fH10ImgnZSfiidinYu_5CjKqyy4yZ4Nggx8HOV54beJzeNwsEN9rJq02Fm-eAKwCITB/s72-c/No-Name-South-Boston-Seafood-Restaurant-Review-1-Entrance.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-5478962846943042774</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2015 01:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T19:09:25.600-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Commerce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Helpful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>The Value of a Day</title><atom:summary type="text">



McDonald&#39;s in Times Square, not my photo

I’m sure all of us have experienced some days that are more positive than others, or even some days that are more profitable than others. Not to create stress, but to evaluate the maximum value of day, I conjure thoughts of a large multinational corporation.

Let’s say a company like McDonald’s has around $27 billion in yearly revenue. Dividing by 365</atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/06/the-value-of-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhuRVv2q6PmqlEOiMQqawSTOaEtmEl1VPEZIBPQID1HvFYrYEu0zrKwKKm_lRLPE8xf-pIhlpsV0DUtI4iFnPfjATtPe6-kMFs3tyB7-WVp7F4PgchAR8QrcTERE3nvAXQv-cF9uKw-SC/s72-c/McDonalds-Times-Square.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-4709558378982896469</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2015 01:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T21:50:42.458-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Commerce</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Helpful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Myself</category><title>A Different Kind of Success</title><atom:summary type="text">



Not me in photo, I&#39;m not that curvy and feminine (I hope)

Is anyone else really inspired by very smart people and/or people who became surprisingly successful from modest means? I feel that drive and hard work are parts of the essence of America. Still, America has one of the highest inequalities among developed nations, so realistic expectations are important since most people aren&#39;t likely</atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/06/a-different-kind-of-success.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2znyBQ5BAd_yeiO3ERVMD9_rulja5L-cHL6wetQdGA1GAxZtUcwCjZdjTLfVyyBP4z5gbDWFrwAmN46sJFuEYCdGKnBKtbJ38IL0hoRZ8Y5EyvYQdCbDE5GDbPgxP7MLcd7FWqM5FA9h5/s72-c/Success-Star-Jump-Beach-Sunset.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-6187521625384602168</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2015 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T13:46:12.252-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Best Of</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Media</category><title>I Wanted to Be Heath Ledger or Jackie Kennedy for Halloween</title><atom:summary type="text">


I didn&#39;t end up dressing as anything in 2014 besides myself, which is already pretty scary (haha!).

Many people imagine a good Heath Ledger costume as the Joker, but I wanted to be Heath Ledger from Brokeback Mountain since I happened to have a similar-looking cowboy jacket and was emotionally moved by the romance in the movie.






Friend&#39;s mash-up / artist rendering

Alternatively, </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/05/i-wanted-to-be-heath-ledger-or-jackie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9BgqCR_MUiXiwRTTPwSMzNWZgZd5v0Zb5k02EX_wqJFy4zKVH4Tf593M_JgbapV9LidH16mkrWrLDRqk2fm-mJwlVGJKyncPpCTu9Z8-g6ZlgcHde5xyFaudBY9OVIshPd5O8e70T_FVP/s72-c/Brokeback-Mountain.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-7415517600221514781</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2015 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T14:09:50.451-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><title>Northeastern Memories: Smokers</title><atom:summary type="text">



The sign in question

When I started Northeastern as a curious newbie, the weather was above 60 degrees, Floyd Mayweather didn&#39;t beat Manny Pacquiao, and the royals didn&#39;t have a baby yet. However, a curious sight of crowds of smokers, many of whom appeared international since cigarettes aren&#39;t as &quot;in&quot; around the U.S., congregated in front of the Dodge Hall business building and Krentzman </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/05/northeastern-memories-smokers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvngX_58McKzjBrAwr6owEyyissB7fxfAbXsr8qfeyAOOcoqnYWbVq1TiZEX6sbBuZ-6wVBPuZSQs7cZN058bgw1ckLs8Gq0y7CDZYn__f2Z4e2We28lgVFBQgjJ9NjitfC2avZVY6Qtb/s72-c/Northeastern-No-Smoking-Sign-Cypher-League.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-1858178521264465553</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2015 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T19:30:09.082-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Media</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Technology</category><title>Tyrell and the Scientific Businessman</title><atom:summary type="text">


Dr. Eldon Tyrell from Blade Runner created the replicants, which are robotic slaves ostensibly identical to humans. As such, Tyrell wielded great power and wealth to the point of godly references until his death at the hands of his prodigal son Roy Batty, which I mention in this write-up.

I am deeply reminded of the highly respected and esteemed scientific businessmen of today&#39;s society. </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/05/tyrell-and-scientific-businessman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrAynwi-HBe7ady3uQcwsq8FtjpVakqSsL58whJj5upoAfCyTk0rnKzs4qXptVignIothkp3Rhyphenhyphennm3fm5zIyaMJGTfZLij7aa-u1_epKGn7tnKmxl3EHR-nIp5LmhCVi70yASfscWtW0V/s72-c/Dr-Eldon-Tyrell-Scientist-Businessman.png" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-4327073054864326196</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2015 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-05-14T21:23:18.062-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>The Best Sushi I Ever Ate</title><atom:summary type="text">



Murphys, CA Main Street

I am fanatical about some foods like sashimi and prosciutto. &quot;Enjoy&quot; means that the food can fill you and taste good, but &quot;fanatical&quot; means that I have to set limits since scarcity is a part of economics, and I don&#39;t want to suffer from mercury poisoning or a heart attack from salt and cholesterol.

I have eaten sushi in a variety of times and places, ranging from the</atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/05/the-best-sushi-i-ever-ate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrJCcEom4HedvTxyqfkJ4I_CSOmInAsKPIHDPH5OfgfUIBc1xVqbZ4J8nWVHGxrlQ1icZil2wiQTszx_DXCDQYdZyj6omM_tihvQbPWlEO8LntUiRuA3QD0czYfYCWKtx7Lc9kjx_8JzD/s72-c/Murphys-CA-Main-Street.png" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-379728571568770832</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2015 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T14:09:50.451-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><title>I Wanted to Stick My Hand in Dirt</title><atom:summary type="text">



Since I dutifully skim Northeastern&#39;s daily e-newsletter that clogs many people&#39;s emails, I saw an article linked to the New York Times about beneficial microbes in dirt as the chain of recent newsletters focused on bacteria research. This was near the innately stressful finals week. This was also near when Facebook thankfully informed me that it was World Naked Gardening Day.




Beam me up,</atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/05/i-wanted-to-stick-my-hand-in-dirt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJNWaDxFQAAsWuS3yV8MmacTzbLElSkpzehdrnI3_d1PZbjiwihSZmMnNwZHLzddADHSkmc1jviZbmW2lu4gIgo3fdxRC5fy9LlshB-1EpbJ4vYI3B8Khb2HazXsbq_iRYXBLpm6oh8Th/s72-c/NYTimes-Dirt.png" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-5585353317997324993</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2015 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T14:09:50.451-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">School</category><title>Please Take at Your Leisure : )</title><atom:summary type="text">



What goodies are inside Pandora&#39;s box?


It&#39;s move-out season, and I think what&#39;s left in the &quot;Please Take at Your Leisure : )&quot; box at Kennedy Hall illustrates the desperation. Initially, there were garbage bags for packing, but those were all taken like they were free handbags on Oprah. This is, truly, the tragedy of the commons.

Let&#39;s look at what&#39;s left from donors and benefactors: silica</atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/05/please-take-at-your-leisure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOv-e36iYyaxKiLw_fn-dUSqFXyiV4Tzz9std12gaSA70vvrwBZHleccJgdi8Sd8mQAqGqkPLgSdpn9o_L-vOHFz17V4IVwGpPSAXyfRVRaB_QNE32S4W8ZrHOqEJ8sByaDfV4F-2_Ihw/s72-c/Please-Take-at-Your-Leisure-Kennedy-Hall.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-8002370088683749595</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2015 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-05-14T21:04:31.057-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Best Of</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Helpful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Technology</category><title>I Don&#39;t Like Blogs About Blogging</title><atom:summary type="text">


First, I am reluctant to call myself a blogger due to mysteriously negative connotations. However, there is a certain breed of blogs run by intelligent, opportunistic people who capitalize on the moderately dead but never fully-dead allure of blogging. They mostly sell pipe dreams which can be seen in many shady industries like penny stocks, covered call writing (which can work I guess), and </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/05/i-dont-like-blogs-about-blogging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-3pNh3NwuDtZjbznRl4Vz_eImL1Ndx0gidpQggnMoOyGIxKYzF6ULtN_cnUSm_aiZNoC-98bFxaiHm-VnopQGkWdIdHYIY_Zvocvl-MopfslSSFg1q9m9_hhWYDg4p7RMcoGPPQs4CkV/s72-c/Post-Blogs-About-Blogging-Preview.png" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768396324254353225.post-990906297191525422</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2015 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-11-29T14:04:43.352-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chinese</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Chinese Dreams</title><atom:summary type="text">



Don&#39;t judge me, I was hungry...

I have a hazy, distant memory of stuffing my face at a buffet at a hotel in China. After, when we were walking down the stairs, live music greeted us. A pianist played smoothly while a &quot;pretty woman&quot; (said in Cantonese by a girl in the group as &quot;liang lui&quot;) was singing in clearly enunciated, near-perfect English. She was singing to almost no audience as the </atom:summary><link>http://www.dicksonhe.com/2015/05/chinese-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCZjUCbPz8hmbk9XkNGzt2ccEQIUy5YN1eiCmOMstT9z6pQZV9GElxq1P-AGBoaNC2N6VeyN0ATJ3KdJ9vNI1GnpZtQnsmPXSOlfcokP9rwAK7G3hXhRd-O1qU8Zj_ARrMIqW5b_UaeeZ/s72-c/Chinese-Hotel-Buffet-Seafood.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item></channel></rss>