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Saturday, March 31, 2007

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 02:31:26 GMT

can you spot something wrong with this picture?

t-shirt = $5
trophy = $100
wvu education = priceless

more info here.

on a different note, i will be heading to jordan brand all-american classic on 4/21 to check out the raw talents of o.j. mayo and donte greene. syracuse = 2008 ncaa champions contender. believe that.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 21:27:28 GMT

dir en grey - tour '07 inward scream. 2/10 at nokia theatre times square in nyc. thank you kevin for the tickets.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 11:09:12 GMT

2006 - 2007

spent the new years at lava and was fortunate to catch the fireworks. the above wasn't shot by me, but props to whoever made this.

taipei + old friends + drinks + music = always good times.

missing everyone sigh. hate cliches, but can't name everyone and you know who you all are. haven't had a NYE party like this in a long time (props to hyunki). felt like old times again. classic moments on NYE never to be forgotten. to everyone else - hope you all had a kick ass countdown. out with the old, in with the new. good luck this year.

jetlag + work in a couple of hours + no sleep = not quite so good time.

go and visit www.roarineuphony.com and check out what they have in stock. love the hoodies. xie xie.

wo yao shiao long bao!

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Sat, 16 Dec 2006 18:47:53 GMT

taipei... wo hui lai le, and hisashiburidane. hong kong, see you soon too. 12/18 - 1/1.

wish everyone an awesome break with plenty of christmas spirits and new year excitement.

high five!

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Tue, 24 Oct 2006 02:34:33 GMT

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.

Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life. This love story began in Winchester , Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.

"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life,'' Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. "Put him in an institution.''

But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. "No way," Dick says he was told. "There's nothing going on in his brain."

"Tell him a joke," Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? "Go Bruins!"And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, "Dad, I want to do that.''

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described "porker" who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. "Then it was me who was handicapped," Dick says. "I was sore for two weeks."

That day changed Rick's life. "Dad," he typed, "when we were running, it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!"

And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

"No way," Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially. In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.

Then somebody said, "Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?"

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.

Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think?

Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? "No way," he says. Dick does it purely for "the awesome feeling" he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.

"No question about it," Rick types. "My dad is the Father of the Century."

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. "If you hadn't been in such great shape," one doctor told him, "you probably would've died 15 years ago." So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston,and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the countryand compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.

"The thing I'd most like," Rick types, "is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once."

And the video is below....

-- Rick Reilly of Sports Illustrated

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Sat, 05 Aug 2006 16:42:21 GMT

godfather david tao is back.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 22:42:05 GMT

not quite a zidane fan until he released his inner street fighter.

bye world cup. see you again in four years.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 00:25:27 GMT

featuring eric cantona, ronaldinho+team, cristiano ronaldo, zlatan ibrahimovic, and wayne rooney.

joga bonito, everyone.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Thu, 18 May 2006 01:36:28 GMT

june 9th, 2006.

let's get it oooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnn!

this is the only time in four years where i get to say, "screw nba, screw nhl, screw mbl, screw nfl, screw curling, and screw women's basketball."

my favorites for this year.

1. brazil
2. netherlands
3. germany
4. spain
5. portugal

usa is overrated. enough said.

and go japan and korea.

4 months. until then our thoughts connect us from coast to coast. bgsp!

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 05:21:56 GMT

4283 is 23. i still often remind myself that i'm already 23. damn.

i'm late. as always.

thanks to (in order of preference): dave, jeff, jess, karen, pru, ray, tiff, will. just kidding about the preference order. and to the syracuse people who showed up and ate my cake, bastards... brian, del, jane, jenn, jess again, kevin, mike, ronald. thank you all for making my old man's day a special one. and to all the gifts, calls, and messages, i loved them all very much. we all know that friendster and facebook do a wonderful job of reminding people of birthdays.

to those who forgot. i love you anyway.

my week long break in between jobs was awesome. finally fixed a couple of mechanical problems for my car and FINALLY installed my intake and exhaust. sounds like a beast. and that makes me look like an intimidated and helpless child. the mods produce the following sound. that's not my car, but it does have exactly the same setup.

monday marks the first day at my new job. hopefully things will unfold on a more positive note. mindshare here i come. call me and we'll have lunch. 37th and 7th. and to those dreading or loving work. keep working towards your goals and good luck to whatever you're pursuing.

and thanks for kidnapping me for a week. thank you for all the eggs+sausages, pancakes, and leaving your hair around my room. surpassed 13! times with you always mean good food. hohm lah.

zai huei bah, my homies.