Its a bit crazy when I think about it; today, this day, is one full year from my first ever post. Nice. I was looking at my blog stats just before now, and I was a little surprised to have 83 posts over that time, 84 counting this one, which is just under 1 posting every 4 days. And it just dawned on me that this is the most committed Ive ever been in my life to anything. Insane. And being the sorry jobber that I am, Im going to pull a Barry Harowitz and pat myself on the back... Im usually not good at these things, writing is not the easiest, its why I nap so bloody much.
Continuing on with this whole commitment theme, Id like to announce to some fanfare that Im going to get married. Surprised huh? YES! Me! Woh.. I understand it seems a bit rushed, craziness, I cant believe it either, but Ive been totally swept off my well fashionable feet. Im getting married to the idea of trying to read a book once a month... This is going to be effort, and I hope and wish that I can will myself towards the type of bantamweight acheivement that this blog has been (not withstanding the last past month or so... hehehe), rather than the other end of the spectrum, for example my guitar exploits, which I bought last summer, played everyday for 3 months, but then waned to the point where I havent even touched it since maybe January. One book a month. I enlist your help though... so far so good on this endevour.. June and July are covered. August is still undecided though, and I dont want to resort to cheating just yet, whipping out my collectors edition of "Where the Wild Things Are". So any hints or suggestions on a good novel, PLEASE, load me up. Something less than James Joyce but more than Robin Cook. Id like to start building up a backlog of potential, but I will not find it funny if you submit something with Fabio on the cover. Thats my one caveat, any book you suggest just happen to have the words "his wonderous swelled throbbing member" or similar within its many pages, mark my words I will roundhouse kick you in the throat. Shanks in advances! (This is also a feeble subversive attempt to get more people commenting on my shit... comeon y'all)
Its 2:00AM in the morning as I type this and really I wish I had more to say on this eventful day. But actually Im just procrastinating, since I have a flight tomorrow morning at 10AM to Tokyo, and I havent started packing yet. I should really do that. Oh yeah, to my siblings, Ill be gone for 2 weeks in Japan for work, so tell Mom and Dad for me, that I wont be here for a while, I forgot to call. Opsss.
Stay cool...
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Running to a stand still
Running notes:
- Feel bad about being slack ass on the blog lately... its just that.. well... its starting to get sunny outside. Summer. Its also the reason why I have been to the gym only twice in the last 3 weeks. And a renewed passion with golf has poked its head out of the closet as well. Inconcievably, Im getting worse as I play more, which is wrecking my head, and is the exact opposite of how things are suppose to work within the world rules of "practice makes perfect". Liars...
- Lindsay Lohan just turned 19.
- Got sent to Korea for the better part of a week, a few weeks ago. And if you have never been, there is one true undisputable fact about it: the whole country smells like mutha-effin Kimchee, with a slight touch of moth balls. I could not escape, it was everywhere; outside, inside, in stores, in bathrooms, im my hotel room, on the street, even at TGI Fridays. I got back home and my clothes, even the ones I didnt wear, were saturated in hot pepper pickled cabbage smell. What the hell..
- Im starting to get expensive tastes in jeans, and I blame a certain Magtanong. Im slightly guilt ridden but at the same time delighted with my new pair of Seal Kay Independent Jeans (So soft and comfortable!). Dont ask me how much they were, even though they were on sale.
- As Eric knows by now, Business class travel is a curse in disguise. It lifts you to a new minimum standard of air travel, one which you cannot, for the life of you, go back from. Yet, you just KNOW you do have to eventually, because it is completely unaffordable in any circumstance other than "expense that baby, work's paying for it". It was just like when Marty and I travelled in the First Class train cabin from Madrid to Barcelona. We got fed, got bigger chairs, and somehow felt like better people, more superior to commoners, even though we had our backpacks stowed above and were heading to a hostel after arrival at the train station; but still hells no way Im going back again to the back of the bus, all cramped n handicaped legs.
Now this Business class flight to Korea (via Paris) is a whole new world all together. On record, this is my 4th business class flight in the last bit, and I have now obtained a unreasonable sense of entitlement. From now on when I travel, it seems like I must have access to the prestigous lounge while waiting at the airport, where food and alcohol are free (This is very important. Having a few double-JDs and coke before a flight is essential. You want to thin the blood on the plane; you dont want to have internal clotting or anything). I must have a flight attendant to take my jacket when i get in. I must have a seat that would fit Kirstey Alley, have it recline, while lifting my legs and feet underneath me. I want a menu for my on flight meals, strawberrys with my champagne, a endless supply of snack and beverage, and at least 3 hot towel services during the duration of the flight. This is now the minimum standard I speak of. Nothing less. What was special about the Air France flight to Korea was that is was a new Boeing 777-300, with the fancy space age business class. The video screens had the videogames, yes, but more importantly, touch screen control and On Demand movies. So blessed. A selection of movies as a personal Blockbuster, with the ability to play rewind and fast forward at your whim. And most importantly, fully reclining seats, into a virtual bed, which is equivalent to First Class in most other flights. Oh did I mention the bed had a rolling massage function? Now I can get used to that, too. Im so screwed for when I fly back to Vancouver.
- Listen to the world collectively smile as the Backstreet Boys are back. So good...
- U2 concert in Dublin was beyond words. U2 putting on a good show is about as automatic as Jennifer Aniston throwing up every time she sees an Ad for Mr. and Mrs. Smith. But when U2 plays in Dublin its undescribable. Its because they are home, and the energy, however good it is normally in all their concerts, is unreal, especially in this case, playing at Croke Park, a hollowed Irish Gaelic venue, 4th largest stadium in Europe, and a place they havent played since the Joshua Tree tour, for the reason that, almost no one is ever allowed to play there. And I have never experienced such a emotional song live as Sunday Bloody Sunday during this concert. Looking around, some people were crying. So far this concert, to me, was the GOAT. And I got the T shirt. Sure they could of stuck to purely old stuff to make things even better, but I guess it is called the Vertigo tour, so they are kinda obligated to play the new songs; oh well. If U2 wants a few breather songs where not everyone in the stadium knew the words, so be it.
Here was the set:
• Vertigo
• Out of Control
• Electrical Storm
• Elevation
• New Years Day
• Beautiful Day
• Still Havent Found What Im Looking For
• All I Want is You
• City of Blinding Lights NEW
• Miracle Drug NEW
• Sometime you cant make it on your own NEW
• Love and peace or else (lay down) NEW
• Sunday bloody Sunday
• Bullet the blue sky
• Running to a Stand Still
• Pride (In the name of love)
• Where the Streets have no Name
• One
Encore
• Zoo Station
• The Fly
• Mysterious Ways
• Party Girl
• All because of you NEW
• Yahweh NEW
• Vertigo
- And finally I am so glad that it has finally come out that Tom Cruise is a stark raving lunatic. This kinda makes sense, the good girls (Katie) always seem to be attracted to lunatics. Next thing you know, Jessica Alba will start dating George "the Animal" Steele.
- Feel bad about being slack ass on the blog lately... its just that.. well... its starting to get sunny outside. Summer. Its also the reason why I have been to the gym only twice in the last 3 weeks. And a renewed passion with golf has poked its head out of the closet as well. Inconcievably, Im getting worse as I play more, which is wrecking my head, and is the exact opposite of how things are suppose to work within the world rules of "practice makes perfect". Liars...
- Lindsay Lohan just turned 19.
- Got sent to Korea for the better part of a week, a few weeks ago. And if you have never been, there is one true undisputable fact about it: the whole country smells like mutha-effin Kimchee, with a slight touch of moth balls. I could not escape, it was everywhere; outside, inside, in stores, in bathrooms, im my hotel room, on the street, even at TGI Fridays. I got back home and my clothes, even the ones I didnt wear, were saturated in hot pepper pickled cabbage smell. What the hell..
- Im starting to get expensive tastes in jeans, and I blame a certain Magtanong. Im slightly guilt ridden but at the same time delighted with my new pair of Seal Kay Independent Jeans (So soft and comfortable!). Dont ask me how much they were, even though they were on sale.
- As Eric knows by now, Business class travel is a curse in disguise. It lifts you to a new minimum standard of air travel, one which you cannot, for the life of you, go back from. Yet, you just KNOW you do have to eventually, because it is completely unaffordable in any circumstance other than "expense that baby, work's paying for it". It was just like when Marty and I travelled in the First Class train cabin from Madrid to Barcelona. We got fed, got bigger chairs, and somehow felt like better people, more superior to commoners, even though we had our backpacks stowed above and were heading to a hostel after arrival at the train station; but still hells no way Im going back again to the back of the bus, all cramped n handicaped legs.
Now this Business class flight to Korea (via Paris) is a whole new world all together. On record, this is my 4th business class flight in the last bit, and I have now obtained a unreasonable sense of entitlement. From now on when I travel, it seems like I must have access to the prestigous lounge while waiting at the airport, where food and alcohol are free (This is very important. Having a few double-JDs and coke before a flight is essential. You want to thin the blood on the plane; you dont want to have internal clotting or anything). I must have a flight attendant to take my jacket when i get in. I must have a seat that would fit Kirstey Alley, have it recline, while lifting my legs and feet underneath me. I want a menu for my on flight meals, strawberrys with my champagne, a endless supply of snack and beverage, and at least 3 hot towel services during the duration of the flight. This is now the minimum standard I speak of. Nothing less. What was special about the Air France flight to Korea was that is was a new Boeing 777-300, with the fancy space age business class. The video screens had the videogames, yes, but more importantly, touch screen control and On Demand movies. So blessed. A selection of movies as a personal Blockbuster, with the ability to play rewind and fast forward at your whim. And most importantly, fully reclining seats, into a virtual bed, which is equivalent to First Class in most other flights. Oh did I mention the bed had a rolling massage function? Now I can get used to that, too. Im so screwed for when I fly back to Vancouver.
- Listen to the world collectively smile as the Backstreet Boys are back. So good...
- U2 concert in Dublin was beyond words. U2 putting on a good show is about as automatic as Jennifer Aniston throwing up every time she sees an Ad for Mr. and Mrs. Smith. But when U2 plays in Dublin its undescribable. Its because they are home, and the energy, however good it is normally in all their concerts, is unreal, especially in this case, playing at Croke Park, a hollowed Irish Gaelic venue, 4th largest stadium in Europe, and a place they havent played since the Joshua Tree tour, for the reason that, almost no one is ever allowed to play there. And I have never experienced such a emotional song live as Sunday Bloody Sunday during this concert. Looking around, some people were crying. So far this concert, to me, was the GOAT. And I got the T shirt. Sure they could of stuck to purely old stuff to make things even better, but I guess it is called the Vertigo tour, so they are kinda obligated to play the new songs; oh well. If U2 wants a few breather songs where not everyone in the stadium knew the words, so be it.
Here was the set:
• Vertigo
• Out of Control
• Electrical Storm
• Elevation
• New Years Day
• Beautiful Day
• Still Havent Found What Im Looking For
• All I Want is You
• City of Blinding Lights NEW
• Miracle Drug NEW
• Sometime you cant make it on your own NEW
• Love and peace or else (lay down) NEW
• Sunday bloody Sunday
• Bullet the blue sky
• Running to a Stand Still
• Pride (In the name of love)
• Where the Streets have no Name
• One
Encore
• Zoo Station
• The Fly
• Mysterious Ways
• Party Girl
• All because of you NEW
• Yahweh NEW
• Vertigo
- And finally I am so glad that it has finally come out that Tom Cruise is a stark raving lunatic. This kinda makes sense, the good girls (Katie) always seem to be attracted to lunatics. Next thing you know, Jessica Alba will start dating George "the Animal" Steele.
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