Hi, I'm Adam.

Adam Parkzer   •   32   •   Las Vegas, USA   •   5'10" (178 cm)   •   152 lbs (69 kg)   •   Korean American

Although I am best known for my various public appearances as a personality, I am a busi­ness­man by trade. Pri­ma­ri­ly, I help run cor­po­rate op­er­a­tions at Tem­po, a game de­vel­op­ment studio, mul­ti­me­di­a pro­duc­tion com­pa­ny, and esports fran­chise; I cur­rent­ly o­ver­see le­gal, fi­nance, and hu­man re­sources ad­min­is­tra­tion. I also pro­vide busi­ness ad­vi­so­ry serv­ices to en­tre­pre­neurs and pub­lic fig­ures. You can find more details on my curriculum vitae.

Having formerly been in law enforcement, my main interests include criminology and forensic psychology. In my free time, I like to write, train mixed mar­tial arts, pursue investment opportunities, and de­vel­op new prac­ti­cal skills. I used to be a competitive gamer, but now I just play casually.

The easiest way to get to know me better is to read about INTJs on the Myers-Briggs Type In­di­ca­tor. I'm split between Investigator (Type 5) and Chal­leng­er (Type 8) on the Enneagram. My CliftonStrengths Top 5 are De­lib­er­a­tive, Learner, An­a­lyt­i­cal, A­chiev­er, and Com­pe­ti­tion. I score highest in Well-Being, Self-Control, and Emotional Stability on the SPI-27. My top per­sonality trait on both the Big Five and HEXACO-PI-R is Con­sci­en­tious­ness.

If you want to write me a letter, you can send it to PO Box 2222, Las Vegas, NV 89125-2222, USA. I don't really use so­cial me­di­a an­y­more, but my pro­files are Parkzer on Twitch, Adam Parkzer on YouTube, @Parkzer on 𝕏, Adam Parkzer on LinkedIn, and Parkzer on Last.fm. I don't have any se­cret “alt” or “friends only” ac­counts. Never send cash, gift cards, or cryp­to­cur­ren­cy to any­one claim­ing to be me—they are all im­per­son­a­tors and scam­mers.

Below, you can find my blog where I document my adventures, organize my thoughts, and share snippets of my life. You can browse in re­verse chron­o­log­i­cal or­der, or you can sort by these popular categories: Food | Finance | Travel | Hiking | Cats | Best of the Best

 

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Hello, Moorten Botanical Garden in Palm Springs, California

My stay in the Coachella Valley has approached its end. There was a bunch of stuff I did where I couldn’t really justify writing an entire blog post about it, and I might include some of it in a round-up or photo dump post at some point, but I do have one more dedicated post from the Moorten Botanical Garden in Palm Springs, California.

Admission was US$5.00, which I thought was a fair price relative to the size of the garden. There was a main outdoor garden, a cac­tarium, an event area, a shop with cacti and other goods for sale, a small collection of historical artifacts, and a bird cage.

The outdoor area of this botanical garden is fairly dense. I like getting nice photographs from optimal angles so I was orienting my body in peculiar ways, and I apparently managed to back my arm into one of the cacti and get thorned through my shirt. The worst part is that I didn’t even notice it had happened until I was prepared to leave the botanical garden, so I’m actually very curious how long I spent with a small set of cactus spines sticking out of my arm while walking through the garden.

It was extremely hot and sunny when I went. I’ve been waking up fairly late lately and the garden closes at 4 PM, so I ended up going in the afternoon when it was around the hottest time of day, before the sun set and the air temperature cooled down. There are a few small shaded areas and the cac­tarium is fully enclosed, so those were some nice spots to try and stabilize my body temperature before venturing back out into the sun.

There were two notable things that stood out to me. First was the fact that this was a very unique botanical garden due to its desert nature. When you think of botanical gardens, you usually think of fields layered with colorful flowers, but seeing everything layered with harsh, spiky cacti was an in­ter­est­ing sight. With that being said, cacti also bloom flowers, but in smaller quantities, so the fact that they were rarer and more sparse made the flow­ers even more appealing.

The second thing I liked was the contrast between the natural desert landscaping of the botanical garden, and the manually-introduced tropical palm trees along South Palm Canyon Drive and the luxury real estate surrounding the botanical garden visible in the distance. Seeing that I am a resident of Las Vegas and consider it to be my favorite city, I think it is unsurprising that I like strange things that seem a bit out of place, and having two opposite bi­omes right next to each other in parallel eyeshot of each other is definitely a very strange sight to see.

Below are some photographs taken all throughout the botanical garden that I thought turned out the best.

 

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Hello, Palm Springs Art Museum

While in Palm Springs of the Coachella Valley in California, I decided to check out the Palm Springs Art Museum and the Palm Springs Art Museum Ar­chi­tec­ture and Design Center. The two buildings are in walking distance of each other—about half a mile away down Palm Canyon Drive and Museum Way.

I took advantage of the free admission they have on Thursdays between 5-8 PM, funded by the City of Palm Springs. Cost of general entry would’ve oth­er­wise been US$16.00 for the main museum and US$10.00 for the A&D Center. A convenient thing about being free on Thursdays is that that’s also the day that VillageFest takes place in downtown, which was nice to check out after the museums.

It was obviously worth it for me because admission was free and it was a nice spot to check out while touring around Palm Springs. However, if you’re pay­ing for admission, that might not always necessarily be the case. I thought these art museums were about what I’d expect as average for an art mu­se­um—they weren’t particularly innovative or revolutionary, but they did have a decent number of unique pieces so that it wasn’t too boring for those who might not be fine art enthusiasts.

 

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Hello, Bighorn Overlook, Jack Rabbit, and Road Runner Trails in Rancho Mirage, California

This past Saturday, I went for a hike in Rancho Mirage, a city in the Coachella Valley of Riverside County, California. Because it was the weekend, the park­ing lot of the City Hall was nearly empty, which was conveniently located right by the Bighorn Overlook Trailhead.

I started ascending the eight switchbacks to the overlook.

Once I got to the top, there was a little structure and some rock art.

The overlook also had a nice view of Rancho Mirage, with Thousand Palms and Palm Desert in the distance.

After taking in the sights, I continued west onto Jack Rabbit Trail.

Once I got near the western edge of the trail, I got some nice views of The Ritz-Carlton Rancho Mirage and Frank Sinatra Drive.

After crossing over Frank Sinatra Drive, I began hiking westbound on Road Runner Trail.

Interestingly, the moon was clearly visible in the distance.

After making it to the most northeastern point of Road Runner Trail, I had a nice view down Frank Sinatra Drive.

Continuing on the trail, I made it to the side of the Villas of Mirada.

This is a view to the west down Terrace Road.

Approaching the end of the trail, I was able to get a photo of the luxury homes in the Mirada Estates.

After completing the way out, I returned on Frank Sinatra Road back to the City Hall where I parked my pickup truck. In total, my hike was a little over 3 miles, which is the equivalent of just over 5 kilometers.

It was nice finally doing another moderately strenuous hike. I feel like I might have been a little unprepared for this one, though—it was sunny and over 90°F out­side (which is the equivalent of over 32°C), it was windy so the air quality wasn’t the best, and one liter of water was not enough. I was dripping sweat by the end and very thirsty, but I still felt refreshed and energized.

 

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Hello, First Original McDonald’s Museum in San Bernardino, California

I’m a fan of Palm Springs and the Coachella Valley, so I’m making another trip there to explore some more stuff that I didn’t have an opportunity to check out during my previous two visits. On my way there, I decided to take a rest stop in San Bernardino, California to check out the First Original McDonald’s Museum.

This museum is built on the site of the very first McDonald’s. Apparently, the land was bought out by the owner of Juan Pollo and now acts as an un­official hub for preserving the history of McDonald’s. It’s become a meme among my friends about how much I like McDonald’s, so I figured this would be a good spot to tour.

I ate a lot of McDonald’s as a kid, so this was pretty nostalgic. I didn’t really recognize many of the older Happy Meal toys, but it was very fun to see some of the older wrappers and packaging that I remember seeing and eating out of when I was single-digit age.

And for all the car and truck enthusiasts who have been leaving comments in my past blog posts asking if I am still driving the same pickup truck, yes I am. Here it is in the overflow dirt parking lot of the museum.

Unless you’re planning on becoming a McDonald’s franchisee or something, I wouldn’t really consider this to be a must-see tourist hotspot. With that being said, if you’re already passing through the area and have eaten McDonald’s throughout your life, I think this museum is a very compelling rest stop candidate.

 

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Hello, San Joaquin Marsh Wildlife Sanctuary in Irvine, California

While I was in Orange County, California a few days ago for my dinner at The Capital Grille in Costa Mesa, CA, I decided to squeeze a bit more value out of already being in the area and visit the Irvine Ranch Water District (IRWD)’s San Joaquin Marsh Wildlife Sanctuary.

A few years ago when I was road tripping across the United States and living out of hotel rooms, I would regularly go out for walks and hikes to see new areas and explore nature. I haven’t really been doing that much lately, so I figured this would be a good opportunity to get some sun and fresh air again. I wouldn’t say a walk around the San Joaquin Marsh Wildlife Sanctuary really counts as a hike, but because of how warm it was, I still got a good sweat out of it.

 

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Hello, The Capital Grille in Costa Mesa, California

This one… requires a little bit of backstory.

Over a decade ago, I used to stream a lot on Twitch, a live broadcasting platform serving as the gaming arm of Justin.tv. Since then, I stopped streaming consistently, but I do still hit that coveted “Start Streaming” button once in a while, most frequently when I’m making a guest appearance on a show, but some­times when I’m just gaming with friends.

May 12, 2023 was one of those days. After a long and treacherous journey through the first 20 levels of World of War­craft: Classic in hardcore mode with my friend Doug Wreden, we managed to make it to the first pair of dungeons and I streamed footage of us clearing Wailing Caverns. During that stream, I gave moderator privileges to a user named @PhummyLW so he could use Twitch’s Channel Points Predictions feature to make the broadcast a bit more interactive. I picked him because Doug recognized his name as an active member of his own Twitch community.

Since then, I’ve been streaming once in a while, and Phummy kept returning to watch and chat. Moderators are usually responsible for ensuring com­pli­ance with the broadcaster’s rules, but considering that the only rule I have for my viewers and chatters is to follow the Twitch Terms of Service and Com­mu­ni­ty Guidelines, and I use AutoMod to automatically moderate my chat, there is very little for my human moderators to do. So, Phummy con­tin­ued to stick around to run Channel Points Predictions where relevant.

To go on a tangent for a little bit, I am not a fan of the traditional streamer-moderator relationship. I don’t know if this is just because I ended up build­ing a lot of friendships with female Twitch streamers throughout the years as a consequence of my industry of work, but when I see my friends’ mod­er­a­tors, a lot of them give off the impression of matching a lot of the negative stereotypes—a lonely man who is socially awkward and is dedicating a sub­stan­tial amount of time supporting and moderating for these women due to developing a parasocial relationship and holding onto the non-existent chance that the streamer will reciprocate their love after seeing how much the moderator has done for the streamer. I think this is extremely unhealthy, and I go out of my way to call it out when I see it—not only because I want it to stop before it goes too far and my friends end up with resentful stalkers with motives rooted in unrequited love, but also because I don’t want these men to be exploited and suffer through inevitable pain once something hap­pens that snaps them back into reality.

One of the reasons I liked having Phummy around is that he just seemed like a very normal guy with a normal and healthy lifestyle who also just hap­pens to have a hobby of watching Twitch streams once in a while. He also seemed to be aligned with my opinion on being strongly against unhealthy parasocial relation­ships—so much so that he would joke about it and create satirical situations pretending like he and I had some deep bond and lifelong close friendship, using comedy to exaggerate how absurd some of these situations with other streamers and moderators have gotten.

Not too long ago, Phummy started counting down the days in my Discord server (which, if you’re not familiar, is sort of like a real-time forum and chat channel which is reserved for paid subscribers to my Twitch channel). I didn’t know what he was counting down to, but I knew he was cooking up some kind of joke.

Yesterday, May 13, 2024, I got my answer. In the morning, he messaged me wishing me a happy anniversary of him becoming my Twitch moderator. He sent a bunch of heart emojis and even translated a portion into Korean about how he looks forward to the next year ahead. I figured he was going to come up with some prank like this, so I just replied “ok” and went back to sleep.

A few hours later, I realized there was a big problem. Remember how I said earlier that my World of Warcraft: Classic stream was on May 12, 2023? Phummy was one day late to wish me a happy anniversary. At first I couldn’t have been any more indifferent about this entire situation, but now that I had found out that Phummy messed up his own prank, I was ex­tremely invested.

I let Phummy know of his critical error, and he replied in due sarcasm, profusely apologizing and asking if the anniversary was ruined and whether he should cancel the celebration dinner reservation. Of course, there was never a dinner reservation, but I decided I would stonewall him and take his joke in the most literal way possible. I told him that if he books a dinner reservation for us tonight at a high-end restaurant of his choice, I would show up for our “anniversary date.”

So he did.

… So I did too.

 
When Phummy booked the reservation, he wrote in the comments that this dinner was for a special occasion—an anniversary. Apparently this restaurant took that note very seriously, because when we arrived, they had our table… specially prepared.

The funny part is that they gave us a yellow rose, which often symbolizes friendship, but still scattered red heart confetti over our table and drew red hearts on the note.

While we were browsing through the menu, we received a bowl of complementary bread with a side of butter. The variety of bread in this bowl was nice, and it was a lot better than the average bowl of free bread that you get from other restaurants.

Our first appetizer was fresh oyster on half shells atop ice and with a side of mignonette sauce and lemon. There was nothing particularly remarkable about these oysters, but sometimes, that’s a good thing—they tasted crisp and clean, and served as a solid start to our meal.

Next was steak tartare with capers, chives, sweet onion, hard-boiled egg, and brioche toasts.

I had never had beef tartare before with hard-boiled egg in it, and today I discovered that I really like that flavor combination. I’m a big fan of onions, so I ob­vi­ous­ly liked that ingredient too. The capers added a nice touch to the flavor—they’re usually a bit too sour, but these were milder and balanced the umami of the steak well.

I wish there was a little bit of mild oil to help mix together the ingredients, but overall, this was one of my favorite tartare dishes I’ve ever had.

For my entrée, I ordered seared tenderloin with butter-poached lobster tails.

I ordered the tenderloin cooked rare, and it was prepared perfectly. I made sure to slice against the grain, and it ended up being the most tender steak I’ve ever had, up to the point where the first bite was actually surprising. It took “melt in your mouth” to a whole other level.

The lobster tails were also great. Something I dislike about lobster is how butter is often overused during its preparation, but this restaurant used just enough butter that the added flavor was recognizable but subtle.

Phummy ordered a 10 oz. filet mignon.

For dessert, we got a crème brûlée with seasonal berries. As you can see from the photograph, they continued the festivities by writing “Happy An­ni­ver­sa­ry” in chocolate on the plate.

I found this to be the most mediocre dish out of our entire meal. It didn’t really taste like what I’d expect from a crème brûlée, and the layer of hardened caramelized sugar didn’t have the satisfying crunch that people come to expect from crème brûlée.

Here are some shots of the dining area and exterior of the restaurant:

Oysters  $  23.00
Steak tartare  $  20.00
Tenderloin and lobster  $  74.00
Filet mignon  $  65.00
Mashed potatoes  $  15.00
Sales tax (7.75%)  $  15.27
Gratuity  $  45.00
Total  $ 257.27

I treated Phummy to the meal; the table to the right shows how much I paid.

I had an amusingly good time. In case it wasn’t clearly implied from the story, I have only ever interacted with Phummy through the Internet and this was my first time ever meeting him in-person. I’m known to be someone to do some unexpectedly chaotic and impromptu things, and I feel like driving a round-trip of almost a hundred miles relative to where I was staying in Los Angeles County and spending over $250 on dinner seems characteristic of some of the strange things I would do.

With that being said, I think this exceeded my threshold of comfort because Phummy does still keep an eye out on chat for me when I’m streaming and takes care of removing spammy advertising bots and other egregiously intrusive chatters that AutoMod does not catch, so I was far more willing to treat him to a nice din­ner as a gesture of appreciation, considering that he doesn’t formally accept payment from me.

On top of that, Phummy also occasionally live streams on Twitch himself for fun, so I had enough footage of him online for me to watch and determine that he wasn’t some unstable and dangerous person. In fact, he was very sociable, and if anything, he was the one carrying our conversation while I was basically busy role playing as a professional competitive eater and stuffing my mouth with good food.

The restaurant he picked was great. I did not expect the food quality to be that high, and I feel like this whole joke ended up coming to a best-case pos­si­ble conclusion.

… I guess this may be the birth of a new annual tradition.

 

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