1min's Blog

Below is what I wrote for this Reddit post. Introduction Hello, my name is Wonmin (1min) Lee and a long time lurker, first time poster at /r/gamedev . For the past thirty days I have been working on a game called 4orner. Here are some quick and dirty facts about me: I work a full time job I took two computer science classes in college (web and Java) and since then have self-learned everything I challenged myself to work on my game every day starting January 5th for thirty consecutive days Each day I challenged myself to be a “non-zero” day (shout out to /r/NonZeroDay ) I am extremely proud of the final result and excited for what this means for my future The purpose of this post is to document my findings and epiphanies from my thirty day challenge of making 4orner. It is my hope that my experiences can help motivate you to achieve your goals—whatever they may be. (And also motivate myself for any future projects). My post will be broken down into the following categorie...

Here's some background  information : I was a campus tour guide at Brown University, which means that for one hour every week, I had to give a tour to prospective students and parents who are interested in the university. There were quite a few of us and we are all assigned individual time slots. On my slot, (Monday, 3PM) there were three other tour guides for a total of four. Now here's the  scenario : there were three tour guides one day (one was sick) and about four prospective students. Clearly, only a single tour guide was necessary. But how do we choose which of us three has to give the tour in a fair and diplomatic way? Do we play rock-paper-scissors? But that could take ages. Here's the  method : each of the tour guides picks a number from one to ten (inclusive). Then a prospective student does the same. Whoever is closest to the student's number has to give the tour. The others picked three and five, while I picked four. The number was five. I did not have ...

-- Sent from my phone. Please excuse brevity of tone or any tacos. Thank you! The above is my current phone email signature. It gets attached to the end of any email I write on my phone . Is it okay that I have such a signature? Is it professional? Should I change it? Agree? Disagree? Reasoning : I really like how the word "tacos" symbolizes "typos," and it in self is also a typo. This kind of cute, laid-back joke are my favorite types of jokes. Previously, it said: -- Sent from my phone. Please excuse brevity of tone or any typos. Thank you! I've also messed around with a parody of the iPhone signatures. -- Sent from my rooted Android phone. Freedom to choose is always better. But that sounded way too arrogant for my tastes and I chucked it after a few days. Which sounds best to you? What email signature do you use on your smartphones? On a side note, I wish Providence weather would just make up its mind and be a bit more consistent.

Car / Pedestrian and directions of travel Imagine this scenario, I'm sure it's already happened to you many a times. You're walking down the street, when a car is coming at you from your right. What do you do? The car could stop and wait until you cross the street, then continue on its way. On the other hand, you could also stop and wait for the car to pass by and then continue on your way (Assume there are no stop signs, traffic lights, or police officers). Either way, somebody must stop. One person must necessarily wait for the other in order to proceed. If we assume that time saved is a normal good and that waiting is an inferior good , then obviously, a rational individual would want to minimize their waiting time and maximize the amount of time saved. We can show the results in a payoff matrix. Both Go Suppose that both the pedestrian and the car decide to go without waiting. Then assume that there will be a car crash and both individuals will die and the...

W is worth only 4 points? Lately I've been playing Words With Friends a lot. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's basically just Scrabble for your smartphone or a Facebook game that you play with your friends. I like it particularly because I don't have to overly commit to it and can play at my own leisure. I make a move, you make a move. It could take days, even weeks, for a single game to end. Sometimes I have to look at a specific game-board multiple times (couple of days) before I can finally decide on what word to play. And If my opponent notices that I haven't played a word for a long time (3 days+) he/she starts pestering me, "Hey man, it's your turn on Words " or "Are you ever going to play your word?" It's not particularly annoying and most of the time I just brush them aside until I have the time to actually sit down and play my turn.  Yet, I can't help but think that the pestering has a subtle subconsci...

At school, I currently work part time (9 hours / week) at the school eatery as a cashier. It's not the most glamorous job in the world, but I find it incredibly relaxing and fun. Which is contrary to general consensus--that a minimum wage job cannot be anything but hell on earth. I brought this up to my dad, proud in my unique ability to see the silver lining on what is considered to be a dark cloud. He then suggested that my part-time job didn't sound like a job, but rather an escape. An escape from the ordinary and mundane life of a student. Is that true? Was working a cashier job an escape to me? It's true that the money doesn't really matter to me. If I think about it, what's truly special about working is the interaction I have with the countless students who pass by. I have more fun in those 3 hours of interaction than I do in any class or study session. I guess it was  an escape after all. This led me to think about what else in my life is an escape? ...

I just saw  The Social Network . And before I say anything else, I want to say that it was a great movie and I thoroughly enjoyed watching every drama-filled moment of it. With that said, the movie made me feel so  insignificant . Which, I guess, I am in the grand scope of things. With what, billions of people living on this Earth now, how different can I be? Statistically speaking, how different is my genetic code and makeup that makes me so special from the average Joe sitting next to me? I don't know the answer to that question and, quite frankly, I am very confused right now. So I decided to blog to collect my thoughts, as that usually helps.

This is a story about two best friends. They were the grow up like brothers kind of best friends. The chase girls together kind. The never rat the other out kind. The always true to each other thick and thin kind. You know what I mean. They were inseparable. One was named Adam, the other Bill. Adam was an artist. He loved all forms of art--film, paint, photo, everything. If it was created or captured, chances are, he's seen it. He kept a journal of his thoughts and mostly kept to himself--and, of course, Bill. He was what you might call a shy guy. Following his passions, he went to art school and graduated with an excellent education and a renewed passion for his art. Bill was a business man. He loved money, making deals, and shaking hands. If it was profitable or had even the slimmest chance of making money, chances are, he's done it. He rarely stays still and is constantly out and about. At the local bar, the club, restaurant, wherever the new hot spot was. He was what yo...

I know there are tons of articles about how Google+ is the new Facebook and how Facebook is the new Myspace. I know that there are many things innovative (and lacking) about Google's newest foray into the social world. But I am not going to reiterate what many analysts have already said. I just want to add one comment or observation that I just thought of. For as long as I can remember, I've always bragged about the number of Facebook friends I had. Whether it was the 500th milestone, or the 600th, or the 700th, I would be really proud of my expanding network. However, many of my friends did not share the same view. Wonmin: "Hey! Check out how many Facebook friends I have!" Friend: "So what? They're just Facebook friends..." Wonmin: "So?" Friend: "So, they're not really  your friends!" And that's the problem with Facebook. There seems to be a negative connotation attached to being just Facebook friends . Why or how ...