after_alex

After a semester around some of the world’s toughest public policy problems, the issue of climate change seems to be one of the most relevant and timely. My energy policy class with Henry Lee briefly touched on American consumers and disbelief of climate change as a legitimate or even noteworthy matter. The issue of climate change seems to be all the more relevant currently, and even though there’s currently a huge UN conference on the subject, few Americans care to acknowledge it.

According to a study by the Pew Research Center, only 35% of all Americans believe that climate change is a serious problem. Other countries, on the other hand, have much higher rates of alarm, with both China and India above 50%… and not surprisingly, Japan and France at about 65%.

I’m sure there have been intelligent analysis done regarding American consumers and the climate problem, but many experts (including Maxine Savitz, VP of the National Academy of Engineering) admit that out of all the aspects relating to climate change, consumer behavior in markets and toward policies is the least understood side of the problem. Perhaps it’s just obvious why Americans refuse to acknowledge climate as an issue. Perhaps it’s not. I’d like to make some unqualified claims about the reasons for US skepticism.

1. A strong preference for an “American” way of life. More crucially, a critical departure is just acknowledging that conventional aspects of it are more dangerous (and possibly more expensive) than previously thought.

2. Distrust in the “establishment”. This includes media, scientific community, and the government. In short, I think Americans are deep down skeptics…they need to “see it to believe it” and even then, they may not even believe “it” at all.

3. Faith in technology. The can-do attitude in the US helps us innovate the best technology on earth from the internet to nuclear or solar power. I would imagine most Americans thinking, can’t technology just fix this?

Rather than judge the values of Americans I’d be interested to see what factors drive the average US citizen to think and to act they way she does. Can America be persuaded? Could they be “nudged” into what others across the world demand as “responsible” action? Which factors in decision making and behavior to make an impact?

After a great summer in Vietnam, I’m low on steam to keep after_alex going. I’ve decided that this will be my final post…for a long while.

The latest update on my life is that I’m back in the US. I have finished the Vietnamese Advanced Summer Institute (VASI) in Saigon. Now I’m settled in Cambridge, MA with Victoria and launched off into the first year of my 3-year MPA/MBA program. This is a dual-degree — MPA is Master in Public Administration, and MBA being Master in Business Administration. This first year is at JFK School of Government @ Harvard University (Harvard Kennedy School), and the next year will be at The Wharton School @ Penn. It’s been a great ride. Almost two months in, I’m pretty much knee deep in an intellectual and social bonanza. Each day is like a conference on cutting-edge public affairs, with happy hours and dinner events squeezed into the PMs. Happy to say, I’m enjoying it very much. I’m seeing great people — from the President of Columbia to advisers for the Vietnamese government, and it’s been worth every moment. I don’t agree with all ideas that come across the JFK campus, but it’s a great space for tomorrow’s leaders (as well as some of today’s).

Now, here’s some images from this summer.

A couple of snapshots from all over the place: Hong Kong airport is a special place for me, having spent many hours here waiting (and eating!). Great food from the cafes inside.

HK International Airport

Saigon (aka Ho Chi Minh City) is an ever-changing place. The pace is picking back up again for construction. Yes, it’s supposedly slowed down, but I guarantee you that each day you’ll never see a skyline that you’ve seen before.

Saigon under construction.

And here is Saigon’s still-nascent downtown.

Club Velvet, one of the current hot spots in Saigon, brags about its exclusiveness. It caters to expats and the wealthy…both growing groups in Vietnam.

The club scene thrives in Saigon.

And that’s a wrap on the last 4 months…

Today was supposed to be the start of a new adventure. I’ve been enrolled in a two-month study program in Vietnam to study…yes, Vietnamese. But wait, this is advanced VIetnamese so don’t write me off already.

But despite getting worked up about the program and making plans on the next few days…down to details of what I’m going to do when I land (party it up with my brother Tony), travel plans have fallen through. I was scheduled to make it to Vietnam through a roundabout flight itinerary that starts in LA, swings by San Francisco, lays over in Hong Kong…and then finally lands in Ho Chi Minh City (aka Saigon). After labouring all night on packing and getting to LAX airport hours early…the fucking flight was late, and of course this threw off all my other plans to connect to Hong Kong and Vietnam.

Thus, after sitting at LAX in the lobby for 3 hours, and then on the tarmac for over an hour (fog at SFO prevented us from going on time — FOG! WTF?!)…we got to SFO, and a shitload of us passengers piled out and scrambled to our connecting flights. Most of us didn’t make it in time. Tokyo, Hong Kong, Beijing…we were mostly screwed. Our alternatives? Wait until tomorrow…sigh. Basically all the flights to Asia had taken off by 2 pm and so we were done.

After all that hassle all I get is a pink coupon to a dumpy hotel near SFO…and upon recognizing how hard I was getting fucked by United Airlines I kinda lost my cool at the United ticket counter. Like the passenger for whom you both feel pity and embarrassment, I was that guy…yelling at the poor ticket lady and slamming my hands on the counter. “I paid $1300 to get stranded in SF? WTF! and you want me to pay for my own hotel room?!” Seriously not Kosher. I suppose I made enough commotion (over 1 hour)…to draw the supervisor over only to get the usual bullshit from customer service “No sir…there’s nothing we can do….no sir, I don’t have the authority to help you…” blah blah. Buncha douchebags. I ask myself why I even chose United over the other airlines…even with their stupid connection through SF to go to Saigon, out of all places.

Nevertheless, it’s time to make an opportunity out of a challenge, and I’m back in SF enjoying a nice cup of coffee at a quaint little cafe called Le Boulangerie (de Hayes Valley). Very cool place. After just being here a few hours I feel like I’m home again. Like I was never supposed to leave. It’s the way people carry themselves along the street…the gentle yet true faces on the buildings overhanging San Francisco’s streets. And the imagination that people just put into local cafe that makes this place just so familiar.

Furthermore, it doesn’t hurt that SF is a sort of place where I know lots of people. In an emergency stop like this it’s important to find some companionship and sensible conversation (instead of airplane and airport banter) before I go crazy. In a way, SF is a great crossroads of humanity. In just a few minutes, my friend Kelly will be down from her apartment to explain the latest madness in her life…and later I’ll see my god-sister Liz for dinner and her cousins from the UK. That’s nice. Hmm.. do I even want to leave and head to Vietnam?

One adventure to the next. I suppose the life lesson here is to be flexible, and make the most of what life throws at you. Even with someone like myself who’s pretty relaxed about life’s surprises. Even then I need a reminder once in a while.

I guess that it has taken me a while to come to this point…where I am finally at terms with being back in the US, and where I have finally re-constructed “my life.” Some people are quite good at adjusting to life back and forth from Afghanistan, but I’d say that for most like myself, the jolt of settling down can be a spin. Intentionally, however, I’ve spent the past month-and-half in Southern California in order to reclaim some of my roots and recognize what’s important for me in the future.

Last time I made my way back to the US (in 2005) after a stint in Afghanistan, I was totally culture-shocked.

This time, I was surprisingly culture-shocked again. Upon returning to the US, I rushed to my cousin’s wedding in San Jose, California. And after just 1-night of sleep I was in the middle of it — a traditional Vietnamese wedding ceremony in the suburban environs of California. I recall just staring out the window at the local park, just thinking, “man….are those kids lucky to be just rolling around at park.” Typically, kids in Kabul are working for their parents by the time they’re old enough to walk and talk. Whether they’re in the welding shop, herding goats (even on the streets of Kabul), scavenging the neighborhood trash, or just fetching drinking water from the local pump….life isn’t so simple. Still it’s kiddie-life, and I’m sure most kids look upon their younger years with yearning … no matter where they were spent.

Culture shock was accentuated this time, not just by the East/West | Islam/Christianity | Pork/Chicken divide…but by the huge chasm in technology. Being a former high-tech researcher and software manager, coming back to a world where information flies was just…IS just….amazing. Astounding. Day-by-day we can’t understand the eventual leaps in technology that we make, but with things like the new iPhone I have been simply blown away. I knew that I had to catch with almost 2 lost years of “hi-tech” so I signed up for the iPhone as fast as I could. Man…was that the right thing — and most shocking thing — to do. With this iPhone I’ve wasted away hours-days-nights (…or finally caught up with tech, depending which way you look at it)….hacking, jailbreaking, apping, and breaking this thing.

On coming back to the US, I thought that I would be able to pull out my old desktop PC and begin tinkering productively on it again…then I put my iPhone next to it…and WTF. Sure, I can put Linux on the ol’ white box and slap a bunch of cool programs on it. But pretty much the iPhone can do everything you want it to — if you are just patient enough with it. And now I’m convinced that “cloud computing” is here. To hell with it, I said. So today I dumped my beloved old white box over at Salvation Army, along with the huge 17″ Samsung Monitor that I dropped hard-earned cash on (back in 2001 of course). With my re-education with technology at least I’ve found some peace.

More importantly, however, I realize now why I wanted to spend so much time here in SoCal before moving on. California is a great place not just because it represents technology, but because it’s the home of comfort, trendy lifestyle, and great ideas. I’ve been able to do some hard meditation on “what next”…which is typically an easy deliberation for me. This time it’s different, because I feel that the US isn’t what I’ve wanted to come home to…and it’s not the core of my future…but because it’s just the platform. In reality, coming back was originally my finale for Afghanistan. No more, no less.

Now I’ve come to terms with the next few years of school at Harvard and Penn…(more on this later). Somewhere in there I’ve also found some bearing with regard to career vis-a-vis family, life aspirations, and reality’s limitations. In the years to come, it’ll be important for me to stay humble and imaginative while keeping it real. Life is at a crossroads, I suppose. And it’s an exciting time. Like my old friend Thien said, “The end of every era is the beginning of the next.” You can choose “when” you will be alive, but it’s all about choosing where and how.

After about a month back in the US, I’m finally back in SoCal mode. This weekend tops it off as the pinnacle of Southern California living, with my cousin and her new husband. She is one of my good cousins’…although she was a few years older than me and my brother, we grew up seeing each other all the time. [I'd crash her place to play Super Mario Brothers!] And when I went to UC Berkeley, I’d occasionally see her around UCSF, where she went to dental school. It’s nice to see her so happy with her groom.

I had been down and out recently from a weird respiratory bug lately, so I had to drag myself out of bed to get down to the wedding. But I’m glad I made it out. The spot for the ceremony was very nice. The newlyweds are surely a sensible couple, and they chose an excellent venue for their event overlooking the beach. Man, are they setting themselves up for a nice life…two doctors (DDS and MD) …

It’s been a long time since I last caught up with my “cousins” as well. I say “cousins” because in Vietnamese, most of them would be considered nephews and nieces. I’m actually cousins with their parents. Thus, strange things always happen in big families, and the English nomenclature of 2nd cousins is fine. Not everyone was able to make it this time. My brother and my cousin Toan are in Vietnam, but some of us came quite far to support the couple. John and I recently returned from Afghanistan. John (3rd from right), is a Major in the US Marines. Paul, middle white suit, came from NYC…

My most common family memories are with these guys at my old gramma’s house in Westminster, CA. Back then our parents used to gather for large family events (this wasn’t even half of us), and we’d get dragged along to see all the other relatives. Usually after settling down after some good ol’ Vietnamese style grub we’d splinter off and go play in the street, wander off to the arcade, watch TV (i.e. In Living Color!), and do other kids’ stuff. Those were the days eh? Damn, it feels now like we’re so OLD.