It's just me yo.
No, really. THIS is how I do it.I think about a lot of random stuff and I like to write it down. I believe in a lot of things and I think an equal amount of stuff is total crap. I am a cynical optimist. I am real. I like synchronicity and idiosyncrasy. My brain works quickly, which does not guarantee accuracy but is not A.D.D. Usually my mouth works even more quickly. I thought being really tall and living in Asia was pretty cool; but I am super glad to be back in California now. I want to be happy, bendy and satisfied... Because really, who wouldn't?
Category Archives: sports
I have written often of my hometown. Due to frequency it is not always positive, though looking back through the different stories and mentions, the good has consistently outweighed the bad. I am from a small town. A town I … Continue reading
From the West Side to the East Side Everybody’s very happy ‘Cause the sun is shining all the time Looks like another perfect day… I remember the first time I saw the ESPY Awards. It was this ridiculous combination of … Continue reading
Better indeed is knowledge than mechanical practice (of religious ritual). Better than knowledge is meditation. But better still is surrender of attachment to results (of one’s actions), because there follows immediate peace. — Bhagavad Gita 12:12
I believe in the Church of Baseball. I’ve tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. I’ve worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads … Continue reading
Today is Day One of the 2010 World Series and Day Three of our Homecoming Week at school. Conveniently enough, the class color for the Class of 2014 (yeah, say that a few times… Twenty Fourteen… dayum!) is orange. This … Continue reading
Here we come Walking down the street We get the funniest looks from Everyone we meet. When the 2006 World Cup kicked off I was traipsing around Southeast Asia. That sounds a lot more idyllic than it was. True, I … Continue reading
“So, how did you end up in Hong Kong?” “Wait, you support Chelsea? Whaaa? Why?” Fair enough, I have been asked these questions often enough that perhaps I should offer a confession explanation on both accounts. So, here goes. (Taz … Continue reading
As the Power Ranger chatted up the Swiss maid while a bus conductor ran past and pretended to stamp their tickets, you knew that the Hong Kong Sevens was in full swing in the South Stand yesterday. No one batted … Continue reading
I thought you’d never ask. There are times when looking at one’s life, you kind of go – Damn. I know my friends and parents and stuff are alway trying to remind me how interesting (for lack of a more … Continue reading