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Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Niners Opening Night
You know your team has made it when they're on Monday Night Football -- especially opening week! What a blessing to have the opportunity to be able to be there to pay live tribute to the man they called "The Genius." Though the tribute was somewhat petty and most non-climactic... it was a tribute nonetheless.
Good ol' Candlestick. The eerie winds and echos flowing in and out of the passages that carried so many fond memories of the past. We sat in the lower bowl, inside the infamous Orange Seat section where the bleachers conveniently block our view of half the action. This section is also where the scantily dressed, yet abundantly talented Gold Rush enters and exits.
Highlight of the night wasn't the Niners victory. It wasn't walking through the tunnel and seeing the green of the grass, the brown of the dirt, or the red of the jerseys. It wasn't teaching Francisco the intricacies of the American Football. Nor was it seeing for the very first time, F-14's timing their fly-by's at the exact moment of the National Anthem (though that was very cool). The highlight of the evening was when Erica and Anna said, "We miss tutoring. Wish we can have it back."
Final Score:
49ers 20
Cardinals 17
And that....was Opening Night for the 49ers. We are officially, undefeated.
Good ol' Candlestick. The eerie winds and echos flowing in and out of the passages that carried so many fond memories of the past. We sat in the lower bowl, inside the infamous Orange Seat section where the bleachers conveniently block our view of half the action. This section is also where the scantily dressed, yet abundantly talented Gold Rush enters and exits.
Highlight of the night wasn't the Niners victory. It wasn't walking through the tunnel and seeing the green of the grass, the brown of the dirt, or the red of the jerseys. It wasn't teaching Francisco the intricacies of the American Football. Nor was it seeing for the very first time, F-14's timing their fly-by's at the exact moment of the National Anthem (though that was very cool). The highlight of the evening was when Erica and Anna said, "We miss tutoring. Wish we can have it back."
Final Score:
49ers 20
Cardinals 17
And that....was Opening Night for the 49ers. We are officially, undefeated.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Such an Amazing Grace
"You once were lost...but now am found..."
1530 South DeAnza Blvd
San Jose 95129
1530 South DeAnza Blvd
San Jose 95129
Friday, September 07, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
It is what it is...
Packing up and readying to moving to a different locale. If there's anything I haven't learned in my previous moves, it's throwing stuff away. How do I have 13 boxes worth of stuff after working 5 years...when someone's who's worked over 17 years only has 4? Suffice to say, I'm definitely one that hangs onto the past. Sometimes, I hang on a little too long.
There are some things I just have to learn to let go of. I can't hold onto everything forever. Let the past be the past. It is what it is...and more importantly, it was what it was. I was happy then. And I am happy now. The past shaped me into who I am and where I am today, but the past is not me today. It's not me during this moment in time...
(Thank you Zhen-master for finally waking me up)
There are some things I just have to learn to let go of. I can't hold onto everything forever. Let the past be the past. It is what it is...and more importantly, it was what it was. I was happy then. And I am happy now. The past shaped me into who I am and where I am today, but the past is not me today. It's not me during this moment in time...
(Thank you Zhen-master for finally waking me up)
Friday, August 31, 2007
Who Moved My Cheese?
Guy asks me, "How's life?" Two simple words that bled a multitude of ponderance and uncertainty.
"Life is good." I casually answered. Waving off the question, avoiding, not his interrogation or salutation, but realizing that I don't truly have an answer.
Selfishly, I didn't return the universal greeting but instead said, "Life is confusing.... I stand at a fork of the road. Not knowing which one to take." I admittedly was looking for advice. More so, I was looking for sympathy.
"Maybe you should try standing in front of chopsticks," the smart@$$ replies. I look for consolation and I get a sarcastic comment in return. What goes around comes around, I guess.
Guy then says in a very serious tone (as serious Guy can get) "Read 'Who Moved My Cheese'. " Certainly a book I've had on my bookshelf for over 4 years, but never once have I opened it. "You'll finish in an hour," Guy recommends.
Okay...Guy was wrong. It took me three days to get through it. I'm a slow reader I guess. But the question still stands... "Who Moved My Cheese?" And the follow up question... "Which path do I take to find the Cheese?"
Am I Sniff and Scurry? Will I sniff out the change early and scurry into action? Or am I Hem? One who denies change and fears that the future will lead to something worse. Perhaps I'm Haw... learning to adapt, but not quite far enough in my adaption to claim victory. Maybe the book needs to add another character... Hank.
Hank wants to change, but he doesn't talk to God enough and isn't clear of where God wants him to go. Hank gets lost and doesn't like asking for directions. Hank is sick of getting lost but Hank doesn't want to get comfortable either. Hank likes taking matters into his own hands... only to realize it's really not in his hands. Hanks likes to move fast, but lacks patience. Hank stands at a fork in road...
"Life is good." I casually answered. Waving off the question, avoiding, not his interrogation or salutation, but realizing that I don't truly have an answer.
Selfishly, I didn't return the universal greeting but instead said, "Life is confusing.... I stand at a fork of the road. Not knowing which one to take." I admittedly was looking for advice. More so, I was looking for sympathy.
"Maybe you should try standing in front of chopsticks," the smart@$$ replies. I look for consolation and I get a sarcastic comment in return. What goes around comes around, I guess.
Guy then says in a very serious tone (as serious Guy can get) "Read 'Who Moved My Cheese'. " Certainly a book I've had on my bookshelf for over 4 years, but never once have I opened it. "You'll finish in an hour," Guy recommends.
Okay...Guy was wrong. It took me three days to get through it. I'm a slow reader I guess. But the question still stands... "Who Moved My Cheese?" And the follow up question... "Which path do I take to find the Cheese?"
Am I Sniff and Scurry? Will I sniff out the change early and scurry into action? Or am I Hem? One who denies change and fears that the future will lead to something worse. Perhaps I'm Haw... learning to adapt, but not quite far enough in my adaption to claim victory. Maybe the book needs to add another character... Hank.
Hank wants to change, but he doesn't talk to God enough and isn't clear of where God wants him to go. Hank gets lost and doesn't like asking for directions. Hank is sick of getting lost but Hank doesn't want to get comfortable either. Hank likes taking matters into his own hands... only to realize it's really not in his hands. Hanks likes to move fast, but lacks patience. Hank stands at a fork in road...
The Return of the Prodigal Son
Quite different from previous Nouwen books, this one was very structured. He begins by describing his initial encounter with Rembrant's painting. Then he paces through the three major characters in this famous parable before culiminating in the final thoughts that we're all called to "Becoming the Father."
Henri Nouwen transcribes himself into these three different characters. He moves beyond a spiritual writer, traverses pass an art critic and submerges deeply into his own happenings of defiance and repentance of the younger son, the jealousy and contempt of the older son and eventually landing as the father figure in L'Arch Daybreak community.
Nouwen challenges the reader to see him/herself as all three personalities. I can easily see myself as the rebellious Younger Son always seeking forgiveness. Indeed, I fulfill the role of the Older Son, unaware of the blessings I have and only being red-eyed about things I don't have. But to love like a father's love and to extend compassionate hands out as the father did to both sons, I don't think I'm quite there yet. This book certainly cries out for and begs for a revisit in the not so far future...
Henri Nouwen transcribes himself into these three different characters. He moves beyond a spiritual writer, traverses pass an art critic and submerges deeply into his own happenings of defiance and repentance of the younger son, the jealousy and contempt of the older son and eventually landing as the father figure in L'Arch Daybreak community.
Nouwen challenges the reader to see him/herself as all three personalities. I can easily see myself as the rebellious Younger Son always seeking forgiveness. Indeed, I fulfill the role of the Older Son, unaware of the blessings I have and only being red-eyed about things I don't have. But to love like a father's love and to extend compassionate hands out as the father did to both sons, I don't think I'm quite there yet. This book certainly cries out for and begs for a revisit in the not so far future...
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I love my wife...
I asked Joyce to name 5 active Niners yesterday. And she did it!!!!!
She started with Alex Smith and a big smile. Hrm... I better watch that Smith guy...
Then Al Gore -- which is fine. I think I confused her last season by always calling Frank, Al.
Then she said -- the tight end guy, something Davis. I said, "Baron Davis?" She said "No."
Then she said -- Bryant Young with authority!!
Then she finally went with a the Receiver. I gave her hints... "Dwight Clark? Jerry Rice? Terrell Owens?" She didn't fall for it. So I finally said, "Something Lelie?" "YEAH!!! Him!!"
Now that is what I call a soul mate...
She started with Alex Smith and a big smile. Hrm... I better watch that Smith guy...
Then Al Gore -- which is fine. I think I confused her last season by always calling Frank, Al.
Then she said -- the tight end guy, something Davis. I said, "Baron Davis?" She said "No."
Then she said -- Bryant Young with authority!!
Then she finally went with a the Receiver. I gave her hints... "Dwight Clark? Jerry Rice? Terrell Owens?" She didn't fall for it. So I finally said, "Something Lelie?" "YEAH!!! Him!!"
Now that is what I call a soul mate...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Why!?!? WHY!??!?! WHY?!?!??!?!?!
Why does Spare the Air Day have to be on the three hottest days of the year?!?!?!
Why does work have to shut off Air Conditioning?? It was so uncomfortable yesterday, I ended up with a fat headache last night! That is soooo not cool!!!! get it?? not cool == hot
Why does work have to shut off Air Conditioning?? It was so uncomfortable yesterday, I ended up with a fat headache last night! That is soooo not cool!!!! get it?? not cool == hot
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