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Friday, August 31, 2001
GEEK
This 25 year old boy came home the other day giddy with excitement. He discretely hid in his room to spare mom and dad the shame of seeing their son with his geeky comic books. Oh, they were sooooo good!
The experience would have been perfect if Matthew was around. It's a ritual of mine to lay on the floor and read them as he plays on the computer. I'm annoyed that I have to go to yet another church retreat the same weekend my lil bro comes home. At least he will find new issues of X Men, Battle Chasers, Top Ten and Green Arrow on his bed. (Reading those titles aloud might make a lesser geek shudder, but I'm not ashamed damnit!)
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My lovely sister-in-law has caused quite a stir by bringing this site to everyone's attention. Take the test and see if you can tell the difference between us Chinese, Korean and Japanese folk. Scores and subsequent conspiracy theories can be found in August 30th comments.
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Add another wave of angst ridden brit pop bands to sooth my soul. I'm a fan of Travis, but want to make passionate love to Coldplay. Will they join the Trashcan Sinatras, Smiths, and Radiohead in my music hall of fame? Fall by the wayside with the Charlatans UK, Suede, and Oasis?
Now Playing: Travis ~Side~
posted by michael at 8:46 AM |
Thursday, August 30, 2001
SHORT TRIP COMMENT
All the summer missionaries from my church got together for dinner a few days ago. I love how Hannah went to the inner city of Pasadena, five minutes from where I live. The phrase "other side of the tracks" is so appropriate in LA, where a freeway serves as an ethnic and economic boundary. The immediate contrast from suburban wealth to urban poverty is eerie.
Sorry I have not posted many new thoughts from my Cambodia missions trip. I finished up a short entry about feeling like a rockstar. Check it out! If you don't know what I am talking about, this link tells you the basics about the trip.
Now Playing: Escaflowne ~Shadow of Doubt~
posted by michael at 7:32 AM |
Wednesday, August 29, 2001
BORN OF FRUSTRATION
Oh how appropriate. Damn it. There is nothing wrong with a little constructive criticism right? Her concerns are warrented. The suggestions aren't so bad. There's no need to take things personally. So why do I feel like hell?
Tensions arise between my mother and I. Frustrated... biting my tongue... I head upstairs. Foolishly I come back down and try to "communicate". Oh what a big mistake.
Back upstairs having added self-loathing to my list of emotions, I sit at my desk and see a post-it note long forgotten... "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but a fool despises wisdom and discipline." ~Proverbs 1:7 I think, "%$&^@%#. Thanks a lot."
Strangely enough, I soon feel calm. Is this a bit of peace? Yeah, it may be a rebuke, but life's not quite as hopeless when I know He's talking to me.
posted by michael at 8:25 AM |
Tuesday, August 28, 2001
ALL ABOUT MY MOTHER
Sometimes I wonder how much I actually know about the female gender.
All about my Mother is just a movie, so I shouldn't read too much into it. Still, its a strikingly beautiful and poetic movie. Charming in its implausible plot, but genuine in its joys and pains. My introduction to Pedro Almodóvar has left me quite impressed. Admittedly I can't recommend it to everyone due to its trans-gender / sexual content, but the colors, design and direction were so dreamlike that I could have easily lost myself strictly in its aesthetic charms.
I'm glad I didn't. In the women (and men being women), I saw glimpses of emotions and contradictions immediately familiar. Even though I recognized them from reality, I could hardly understand them. Women are so damn wonderful but they confuse the hell out of me, even in movies.
Ultimately, it just added to my already convoluted thoughts on my own Mother. My mom, whose unspoken love runs deeper than we ever acknowledge. My mom, who is simultaneously fragile and completely indomitable. My mom, whose sacrifices and contradictions make sense in a way that I will never understand.
The only thing I know is that I was a fool to ever doubt her.
posted by michael at 9:22 AM |
Monday, August 27, 2001
GENIUS
Salon is definitely back in my good graces. I was getting a bit tired of their condescending political attitude, 'sophisticated' sex articles, and constant commercials for salon premium, but that has all been put aside now. While mindlessly surfing their page, I ran across a wonderful article on F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby still ranks as one of my favorite books of all time. Terms like the jazz age, roaring 20's, and lost generation are so beautifully romantic.
While engrossing myself in the piece, I was reminded of a disturbing theory that often clouds my mind. Why does it seem that genius often equates to asshole? Do you know that I mean? I guess it seems like the most talented and remarkable people also seem to be the one's who do the most horrific and selfish things in their personal lives. From Albert Einstein to Bob Dylan, a close look into their personal lives can be ugly.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe if everyone is as exposed in the public spotlight, we will find the same tragic story in us all. I would just hate to think that the asshole aspect of their personality is necessary to facilitate genius.
posted by michael at 11:11 AM |
Sunday, August 26, 2001
ADDICTION
My website issues were confirmed last night.
We were all having a good time at the 'mashed potato' party. I contributed red pepper dip, but admit that the pesto won out as best potato topping. There was quite an eclectic crowd. We met very nice occupational therapists, producers, aspiring military pilots (he was 14 years old!), Italian teachers, and camp counselors.
Me: Oh that is great, is it a camp for disadvantaged kids?
Stacy: Um… its more like for … advantaged kids.
Me: ~laughing~
Stacy: Yeah, we had John Travolta and Hugh Hefner’s kids this past time…. Hugh’s son said his favorite toy was stripper Barbie. ~sigh~
So the party was good. Good food, good refreshment, and good company. Even with all that I couldn’t get rid of the sense that something was very wrong. At about 11pm I realized I hadn’t updated The Hairy Years yet! I tried to politely ask for use of the host's computer, but Melissa didn’t pay much attention to my sheepish request. Instead, she dragged me along to play wingman as she went to meet her hottie neighbor (who so happened to be throwing a party the same night).
I considered sneaking in the house and posting a quickie, but thought better of it. Is there a 12 step program for compulsive web journaling?
posted by michael at 9:11 AM |
Friday, August 24, 2001
PLAYING CATCH
Its visitor weekend!
Ryan is such a cool customer. We are as different as two guys can be but I have tons of respect for the man. It was fun to compare notes on how the mid-twenties have been going.
Lisa is back as well. She and Rob have kept me up all night. I am on his mac and she is calling me a narcissist for reading my own blog and writing new entries before I stumble home. Damn its good to have everyone back.
Visiting weekend continues when my Urban Planning-partner-in-crime makes his yearly LA appearance too. Bring it on!
I need to remember to go to MOCA again next Thursday. It was so much fun catching up, we didn't get a chance to explore museum.
posted by michael at 1:58 AM |
Thursday, August 23, 2001
QUICK HITS
...I have been having such a damn good work week. Its been heaven coming downtown and working in our new City Hall. Everyone in LA should come check it out. Don't get me wrong, the Valley deserves props too, but there is something grand about working in a beautiful piece of architecture.
...It seems that this is an obvious statement, but Wagons have made a huge comeback. They suffered a heavy blow when Minivans and SUVs came onto the scene, but a little adversity is a good thing. While they were once boxy family cars, Wagons have come back more stylish, more practical and more impressive than ever.
...Before my website was the Hairy Years, I had all these links to things I wanted to plug. The japanese anime called COWBOY BEBOP was one such item. During the past few weeks, I have been able to give it some repeated viewing. I always knew there were references to Bruce Lee, The Crow, and Ranma, but I was very impressed to find connections to Jean Luc Godard (Perriot Le Fou), the Blues Brothers, and 101 dalmatians!
...There seems to be a trend in those around me. A coworker, good friend and exgirlfriend all recently got engaged. You would think that I might feel a bit bummed, but I honestly am just really, really happy for all three. I would give names, but I don’t think they are ready for that yet.
posted by michael at 4:48 PM |
Wednesday, August 22, 2001
HAMBURGLAR
There seems to be a funny "loser guy" identity that is captured in fast food commercials. They are the guys who call the Jack in the Box hotline. They create rhymes while eating Taco Bell, or make houses with cleaned corndog sticks outside 7-11. But my favorite fast food loser comes from Carls Jr. adverts. I call him the 'guy at the supermarket'. He gets confused because he's never seen raw meat before. He tries to pick fruit and runs away when they start falling on the floor. Yes, he is the guy who repeatedly fails at picking up girls in the frozen pizza aisle. Art imitating life? Art imitating my life? Nah.
So why did I find myself ordering the new 'six dollar burger' at Carls? Let me tell you, it was awful. It represented all that is wrong with American thinking. The burger doesn't raise the level of quality, just quantity. Bigger is not better. Bigger is fatter. To add insult to injury, the ads for this piece of sh*t don't even display the wry wit and charm of 'guy at the supermarket' commercials.
Who's the loser now?
posted by michael at 9:52 AM |
Tuesday, August 21, 2001
GOODBYES
Ugh. I stayed way too late at Grace's goodbye party. Its never a good sign when the host has to kick out the last few guests! Still, the little get together was quite a success. Sigh. I'm sad to see her go.
Some highlights include...
- playing 'the price is right' with a glorified bean bag (sorry I forget its name)
- hearing impressions of Los Angeles from a Singaporean-born Boston-educated perspective, "There seem to be lots of freaks in Los Angeles, or maybe that's because I am staying in Hollywood"
- contrasting the political groupies of DC with the pop culture junkies in LA
- consuming way too much red wine, brie, and pate
- and of course, enjoying self indugent analysis with Sam on the balcony
Now Playing: The Trashcan Sinatras ~Send for Henny~
posted by michael at 2:35 PM |
Monday, August 20, 2001
GROUP DYNAMICS
Some friends and I are obsessed with group dynamics. We have been known to manipulate seating arrangements hoping to maximize harmony. Perhaps it's because we are fixated on making sure everyone is happy.
Anyway, I saw Band of Outsiders this past weekend. It was one of movies which followed Jean-Luc Godard's critically acclaimed film, Breathless. I was glad to see something by this groundbreaking french new waver.
The movie has a typical pulp-crime-novel-love-triangle plot, but is unique because of the way it examines in the inner workings of the three main characters. There is beautiful and naive Odile, sly and dangerous Arthur, and childlike dreamer Franz. The film used interesting conventions like freezing the picture, or stopping the sound, in order to focus on a narrator who says things like, "Lets see what each character is thinking about at this moment..." The analysis was almost always fun and light hearted.
My favorite scene is when the threesome are making plans in a diner. Not only does an adorable dance scene ensue (which supposedly inspired the Pulp Fiction dance scene), but different group dynamics are played with too. At first, Odile and Arthur sit together. When Arthur gets up to order a drink, Franz immediately takes his place and sits with Odile. As each permutation is eventually played out, and we get to watch the changing agendas and secrets in each relationship.
Bottom line: See it because it shows how the french new wave expanded how movies were made, but is also entertaining and accessible to today's viewers.
posted by michael at 2:57 PM |
Sunday, August 19, 2001
VIBES
It is late and I am filled with good vibes (not to mention a few drinks). I suppose I could talk about the salmon hash I had for brunch. I could write about how I learned about the French new wave from an extremely cool friend. Perhaps I can mention the celebrity sighting I had at Bigfoot lodge. Or how we randomly saw my high school prom date there as well. Maybe I can suggest how beautiful friendship is. How it frees me to love without fear. How anything more than friendship scares the hell out of me. I could mention all that and more. Still, the most important thing about this past day was that my little brother left for college.
At five o'clock, Matthew boarded a plane with my Dad and flew out to UC Berkeley. Finally, it is his turn. I remember how we cried when we dropped James off at Harvard. I remember how I hated to leave him when I went to UCSD. Well, the 'most likable' Cham brother is making his way now. Step by miniscule step, he is going to create his own brave new world. I'm sad and I'm happy. I'm scared and I'm hopeful.
God bless you Matt. I'll talk to you soon, and see you in a few weeks.
posted by michael at 2:14 AM |
Saturday, August 18, 2001
SHOCKING
My prudish eyes had to be momentarily covered. The handy sitemeter helped me discover some of the more unexpected routes people have been taking to the Hairy Years. Google searches included "the good-looking people" and "hairy rent boys". Um.... it gets more bizarre with "hairy assholes" and "hairy assholes video". Yikes! Each search was made by a variety of individuals, from aol users to some guy in Germany.
I guess my title can be rather misleading. Shall I change it? I'm sure they were all disappointed when linking onto my text heavy journal. Do you think they stuck around to read a post or two? Probably not, since none of them signed my guestbook. Oh well.
posted by michael at 12:25 AM |
Friday, August 17, 2001
MAKE A WISH
A coworker of mine volunteers at the Make a Wish Foundation, which tries to grant wishes for children who have life threatening diseases. This morning, she told me about an interview she conducted with a sixteen year old cancer patient.
Helping him decide on a wish, she explained the possibilities open to him. "Do you want to be something? Do you want to go somewhere? Do you want to meet someone?"
Meet? Without hesitation, he interjected, "I want to meet Jennifer Lopez!"
Now his entire family (who also have cancer, but are adults) were considering an all expenses paid trip to Disney World. My coworker told the boy to think very carefully about what he wanted. His family could spend five days in Florida, or five minutes with the celebrity.
He pondered hard and looked up, saying, "But its J Lo!"
posted by michael at 9:43 AM |
Thursday, August 16, 2001
HOBBITS OF THE WORLD, UNITE AND TAKE OVER
Word on the street is that the authorities are cracking down on Tolkein obsessed folk who dress up as Hobbits! Consider yourselves warned!
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Can everyone tell that I have spent way too much time to effect some rather minute changes on the site? Add tammy, ernie and ted to the list of people I may or may not know but still 'steal' inspiration from. I had previously borrowed code from richard, annie, and caterina. Many thanks to you all! Your sites constantly impress and humble me.
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I was feeling rather grouchy yesterday, but talked to Victor and Sammy and got slightly more cheery. Then I met up to pray with Jesse and couldn't help but feel a bit more hopeful too. Friends and prayer. What a novel concept.
posted by michael at 8:02 AM |
Wednesday, August 15, 2001
MARKETING
We didn't want to be pawns in their little game, but it was hopeless.
Matthew and I were at Bed Bath and Beyond last night, making those last minute purchases for college. While it was quality brother bonding, we were unfortunately both out of our element. It's a bad sign when we are looking for sheets, pillows and blankets, and instead find ourselves hanging around the 'music' section or stopping to examine the Egg Wave.
Yet those folks in marketing had different plans for the hapless Chams. They labeled things with a 'Shop for College' tag just to help us out. Spotting the sign, we would rush over and figure out the function of the item afterwards. "I guess you need this. Um. What is it for? Just put it in the damn cart." We were ok with that, but then we realized that our items all had little MTV insignias on the wrapping!
When did music television become the standard by which we buy a laundry bag, or a sheet set? The problem was that we DID like the MTV stuff more than our other options. Were we such unwitting pawns in their stupid flow charts? I swear we didn't prefer them simply because of the label. Putting MTV on anything isn't free, either. I'm sure the prices were higher because of it. How sad that we fit so snugly in their target audience. We don't even have cable.
posted by michael at 8:06 AM |
Tuesday, August 14, 2001
MY BAD
Shame on me for neglecting my weblog for so long! I'm back. There is no reason to not expect daily entries (with the exception of Sundays).
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Random Comments:
I love hanging out with young hip married couples. Its such a cool stage of life. For one meal, I was able to live that bohemian bourgeoisie life, eat fresh paella and caesar salad, and get an honest, non-media-influenced, glimpse of what life can be like.
It's a shame that Nisei week is over. If it wasn't, I would suggest you take someone and have a fine time in Little Tokyo. An afternoon with charming company, cold soba noodles, traditional Japanese Taiko drums, and poetry readings to groovin jazz really do make for a hell of a good day.
Ah the futility of car cleaning. Driving home last night, I was so sad to hear horrid thuds of sprinkler fire hit my car. "Its called the middle lane you idiot!"
There are too many forks on the career road. I'm not sure which path to look down. By the end of the month, my hope is to know which road to map. Self imposed deadlines never seem to work too well, but they are essential to getting me started.
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News
Oh! I am going to be sharing about my Cambodia trip this Friday!!! I would love to have anyone even vaguely interested in hearing about it meet me at 1111 Atlantic Blvd. (it's the big white church). The group meets at 7:45pm, but I won't be speaking until 8:30pm. Email me for details!
posted by michael at 7:42 AM |
Saturday, August 11, 2001
GUEST BLOGGER: GRACE HAN
At three in the morning, Mike went on this frenzy of paranoia about his future and what he's going to do and where he's going to be one year from now. Now that his social life is happy and where he wants it to be, what about his career?!?! I'm running away and going to grad school so it's easy for me to be supportive and nonchalant and free spirited, but at one point I was also facing the same dilemma.
We also went to a sushi and sapporo party tonight. I've never walked into a party and felt like I needed a drink so quickly. All those Asian sex kittens with super plucked eyebrows and bebe tank tops was just too much to take. I downed my beer. Blah. Then, we immediately located the cool Japanese fobs, chit chatted and then, while Michael was outside socializing, I managed to engage myself in a semi-intense discourse with a very drunk and semi-excusable chauvinistic guy. I'm not sure how excusable, but I try and have a good humor about these sorts of things. Try being the operative word.
It's just been too much fun lately hanging out with Michael. How did this happen? All those years wasted thinking that the other person was too cool, or too arrogant, or maybe we were always just too alike. Anyway, we have fun now, probably more so because I'm leaving, but it's a nice start to a good friendship and seeing him when he visits the East Coast. Between Jimmy, Yang-Sze, Sue, Danny, Michael, and I, it's bound to be a great time. Yay, Michael!!!
Wow, this blogging stuff is fun. Self-vanity sites!!! Everyone should do it!!!
posted by michael at 5:02 AM |
Friday, August 10, 2001
POLITICS
Damn it’s a slippery slope! Though I was never very really interested in the political scene, I really got caught up in the recent electoral fiasco. It was quite a war. Everyone had to choose sides. I became somewhat of an advocate in my own unique way. Rumor is that it got so intense at one firm, jobs could be in danger if one found themselves on the wrong side of the tracks. No it never got that ugly in my office, but the friendly bashing often did become snide, mean spirited, turf wars.
Keeping that in mind, it was rather pleasant to have a frank political discussion over martinis the other night. Afterwards, we couldn't help but pat ourselves on the back. "We've just talked about politics and abortion... discovered we have differing views... and still like each other! Cheers."
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Why have I been going out so much this week? I blame circumstance. It's not because Jason, Debbie, and Danette are in Scotland, not because Jesse and Tammy are in Michigan, not because Matthew is in Boston, and NOT because I think I'll be lonely at home. Bastards.
It’s not true, because it felt so good to be home last night. Taking a long hot shower, listening to the game, watching some Cowboy Bebop, reading the Tipping Point, and lounging around the house never felt better.
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Everyone should check out Cait. Damn that girl has spunk. Unfortunately I'm neither Catholic nor sexy ( Aug 9th journal), but she is both. I'm just constantly in awe of all the well designed pages she hosts.
posted by michael at 6:17 AM |
Thursday, August 09, 2001
SANTA MONICA
Weird. While cruisin over to a friend's apartment, I ran into one of the ol' highschool alums. I suppose he was more of a family friend, but it was great to get myself invited to his sushi and sake party this Friday!
Even though I may not be very close to most of my old friends, I always feel this morbid curiosity about them. It's funny because you know they feel it too. We ask polite questions and exchange experiences, gauging where everyone is at. Is it a competitive thing? Is it something we use to measure ourselves by? Maybe. Perhaps its more accurate to say that we are all just waiting for someone we know to turn up on America's Most Wanted, or Talk Soup.
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The Room is quickly moving up as one of my favorite bars. It has a casual vibe, fairly good music, and thick red velvet which reminds me of Twin Peaks.
posted by michael at 8:24 AM |
Wednesday, August 08, 2001
CAMBODIA UPDATE!
And you thought it would never happen! The Cambodia link has everything listed!
Here is what's new. Dr. Ramon and Susie have posted two very cool web photo albums ( 1, 2), while my photos still remain piled in my room. Um... its been suggested that I inform you up front that there are only two photos of me ( 1, 2). I have also posted a short essay with some of my thoughts. I hope you like da stuff. There will be more to come!
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I almost feel guilty, but year 25 has officially become the birthday that never ends. Yesterday, my lovely cousin took me to the Hollywood bowl for a relaxing evening of Vivaldi. Even though I am quite a novice at appreciating fine classical concerts, I was very impressed. Thanks Bren!
posted by michael at 7:43 AM |
Tuesday, August 07, 2001
GOING OUT ON MONDAY
In my humble opinion, the cool night to go out has always been Thursday. It's perfect because work is winding down and you miss the chaos of the weekend crowd. Little did I know, but Monday night seems to have its own devoted following!
Since Grace is headed off to New York to pursue her masters in Urban Planning (Yay!), I took her out to Bigfoot Lodge in Silverlake. Sipping our mandarin and tonics and having pleasant banter, we were surprised to find that the bar had accumulated quite a nice little crowd! What's up with the Monday nightlife? Do these people have jobs? Due to the circumstances regarding her pending departure, we felt completely justified in our early week social activities. Did the rest of our hip companions have similar reasons? Do they just go out every Monday?
In fact, the entire day felt like an exercise in work hooky. (I switched my schedule this week to have the day off.) It was satisfyingly illicit to leisurely go to Target, eat at In and Out, watch reruns of Newsradio, stop by the post office, and consider fashion trends in Japanese magazines.
posted by michael at 1:00 AM |
Monday, August 06, 2001
TRANSITION
Since I have been back from Cambodia, people have been asking me if it has been a difficult transition home. I always tell them that I was only gone for two weeks. I hardly had enough time to acclimate myself to Southeast Asia, much less forget the US. Well, I was wrong.
While I may not be suffering from counter culture shock, there is something going on within me. Maybe it’s just that I have been really busy. Maybe it's spiritual warfare. Maybe I am just crazy. Who knows? The good thing is that I know the answer to my tension. Thank God.
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Among the many wonderful things that occurred this week, James Yee had his very first birthday party. As always, my big bro has posted some kick ass photos. It seems that Cham.net has become the visual companion to The Hairy Years!
posted by michael at 12:04 AM |
Sunday, August 05, 2001
FATHERS AND SONS
There is something special about the way a son feels about his Father. I dunno, but there was something about my Dad's surprise party that strikes at the very core of who I am. I treasure the moments that I can spend with my Dad. I love the times he gets reflective, the times he expresses who he is and where he came from.
Last night, my mom gathered fifty plus people in our backyard to eat Chinese food, tell jokes, sing songs, and appreciate Dad on his 60th birthday. It was a hell of a good party.
I could tell that he was genuinely touched. He especially enjoyed hearing from our relatives in Panama, who emailed us a few things they wanted to share with everyone. It was so cool to read stories from my Father's childhood.
I was also in charge of keeping him out of the house while everyone set up, so I went to mass with him and delayed his trip home with a Target run. Catholic church is so different than CEFC, or Church on the Way. Sharing that experience with him made me feel closer to him.
Despite all that, the absolutely most noteworthy thing I saw last night were my parents. Among the many things said by family and friends, a common thread began to become beautifully apparent to me. My parents are devoted, faithful and still very much love each other. One family friend talked about how he watches my Dad at parties. He said he sees my Dad 'stealing' little glances at my Mom, subtle glances that show him how much my Dad loves her. That made me feel so... I don't know. It made me feel so damn proud to be theirs.
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*note: if you are wondering why your comments do not get formatted, you need to use html. for example, if you want to press 'return', instead type < br > (w/o the spaces).
posted by michael at 2:10 AM |
Saturday, August 04, 2001
SUSHI AND BASEBALL
Despite having the best hamachi in my life, my stomach feels a bit upset tonight.
Maybe it isn't a good idea to practically skip lunch in anticipation of large amounts of raw and deep fried foods. What's a guy to do? Anyway, besides the wonderful yellowtail sashimi, Sushi Gen served superb albacore tuna tataki and surprisingly exceptional tempura (review here). How did I ever imagine that all tempura were created the same?
Still, my indigestion may also have to do with the rather tense baseball game we attended after dinner. It was exciting to watch our handsome Korean, Chan Ho Park duel against All-American flamethrower Kerry Wood, but the boys in blue ended up losing to the Cubbies 2-1.
posted by michael at 12:33 AM |
Friday, August 03, 2001
COMMENTS
Would you believe that I got a comments option? Now anyone can add their two cents to an entry by simply clicking on the 'comment' link and filling out the form that pops up. Props to Reblogger! (I'm still getting the last kinks out, but I think it should work...)
posted by michael at 9:34 AM |
Thursday, August 02, 2001
CAR CULTURE
Everyone knows I love the Jetta. The grass is always greener, but a guy has to acknowledge the good in what he has as well. Besides, what's not to love about the Honda Accord? For the fifteenth time, it was picked to be on Car and Driver's 10 best list. When did I start thinking its a crime to be described as having "rational virtue", or displaying "unflappable competence".
I blame all the cool VW commercials. Damn you advertisments! I'm so easily swayed by a good ad campaign.
posted by michael at 12:28 PM |
PROJECTION
In another classic case of projection, I recently discovered that I have been misinterpreting the lyrics to 'We never change'.
COLDPLAY: O I don't have a show to say,
Yes, and I sing of a single day,
ME: Oh and i don't have a soul to save,
yes and i sin every single day,
I dunno. I still like my version but it just doesn't feel the same, knowing its wrong.
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Last night, I was looking in the mirror with a rather smug expression on my face. My thoughts went something like this...
"I am 25 years old now. I feel pretty damn good about myself. I've got good things going on. I've got good people around me. I've got... a volcanic pimple on my nose!" Nothing like a humbling hormone related facial flaw to make a guy feel like he is 14 again.
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Right when I was about to recommend Blogger to my friends, it shuts down for the evening, postponing my journal and keeping me from my uncontrollable desire to constantly document my life. If this happens often, I may just have to go to Greymatter or dare I say... Livejournal?
posted by michael at 8:34 AM |
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