tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35519752011-04-22T08:23:48.425+07:00The House of Random CrapA clearinghouse for my crazed, deviant, trivial, irreverant & occasionally reflective thoughts.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comBlogger4291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1136894062075749402006-01-10T18:50:00.000+07:002006-01-10T18:54:22.090+07:00This really touched my heart. In my brother's words:I let Jessie play with my old digital camera (a Canon Powershot G1) and she loved it. I stuck a 48MB card in it and she filled it up in no time. She kept asking me to "fix it", since it wouldn't take any more pictures. So I threw a 128MB card in there and she was off to take more pictures. She was very excited. The next morning, she woke up and Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1136694305499300722006-01-08T11:03:00.000+07:002006-01-08T11:31:57.643+07:00For the longest time, I had shied away completely from most American network television programming, becoming disenfranchised which the bland, moronic crap that the networks had been foisting upon world. Then, a few years back, I stumbled across both the West Wing and 24 on the networks, and the Sopranos on cable, and I found a reason to follow a few programs, though never on a regular basis. Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1136306317952568622006-01-03T22:17:00.000+07:002006-01-03T23:38:38.013+07:00If you grew up on Golden Age Warner Brother cartoons like I did, then you probably can recall the one cartoon where Porky and Daffy, perpetually late sleepers and tardy for work, are threatened by their boss with termination if they are late one more time. Despite a trouble-laden evening of constantly interrupted sleep, they made an extraordinary effort to get to work on time, only to discover Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1132670268333886692005-11-22T21:36:00.000+07:002005-11-22T21:37:48.343+07:00I am waaaaaaayyyy overdue on a blog. But not just yet.I'm so friggin' tired. I need a vacation.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1123169964435503692005-08-04T22:37:00.000+07:002005-08-04T22:39:24.440+07:00I've always enjoyed Bizarro, but now that I'm in the retail business, I enjoy this particular strip all that much more.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1122810330582941272005-07-31T17:27:00.000+07:002005-07-31T22:44:03.066+07:00I've decided to avoid doing work on this Sunday afternoon in order to post some random updates on me and my life, for the benefit of friends and family who visit this blog to hear more than just me ranting on about Cal Football or some bizarre article I found trolling the Internet.WorkFew complaints here. Having a great time working in the retail biz, though a bit concerned that I have yet to Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1121496889142563432005-07-16T13:53:00.000+07:002005-07-21T21:44:46.856+07:00Bruce Campbell is keeping it real. I highlighted his last quote, which is the best.____________________________________Bruce Campbell Rips HollywoodJuly 14, 2005 - Complaining that Hollywood is "creatively bankrupt," fan favorite Bruce Campbell ripped into the studio system and the recent spate of summer blockbusters at today's Comic-Con Q&A session. The cult actor cycled through the films that Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1121228507562306592005-07-13T11:13:00.000+07:002005-07-13T11:28:32.480+07:00With only 52 days to go before Cal kicks off against Sac State, I'm starting to get that college football itch. Having lost so many seniors, it will be interesting to see what Tedford does with the team, and if the Bears can sustain the momentum the team has worked hard to build up over the last few seasons. I want to get really amped and excited, but given the Cardiac Kids' record over the past Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1121092757551885512005-07-11T21:20:00.000+07:002005-07-13T16:42:45.196+07:00There is a new man in Nicha's life.A dark, handsome stranger. Tough & rugged, yet deep & sensitive. He speaks little, but his large eyes are wells of emotion. He's playful, energetic, affectionate, uninhibited. His smile melts Nicha's heart. Who is this rival for Nicha's love and attention?He is Nong Bank, the 18-month old boy whose parents are part of the construction crew working on the Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1120734284399305762005-07-07T17:57:00.000+07:002005-07-07T18:08:34.063+07:00Perhaps for the first time ever, I clicked on a banner ad. There it was, at the top of CNN.com, an advertisement for upcoming PBS special for "Gun, Germs & Steel", based on Jared Diamond's book tracing the 13,000-year history of human civilization. I read this book when it first came out in 1997, and it remains one of the most fascinating books of non-fiction or history I have ever read. Now if IPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1120668580239029672005-07-06T23:32:00.000+07:002005-07-06T23:51:49.286+07:00The funny thing is, up until about a week before it happened, I had no idea what the hell Live 8 was. But now that it's over, it seems like every other item I come across in the international news is Live 8 this and Live 8 that. After the myriad of uber-hyped, post-9/11 benefit concerts, you'd figure the masses would be jaded by these star-studded glam-fests by past-their-prime rock stars trying Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1120486062316918882005-07-04T21:03:00.000+07:002005-07-04T21:07:42.320+07:00For Independence Day, I wanted to say something pithy and insightful and perhaps even a bit witty and clever to commemorate occasion. But why spend my time doing that when this guy's 4th of July blog already rocks?I wouldn't have minded having a day off to have a BBQ and watch some fireworks. It's fine doing without the BBQ, since the wife and I had BBQ chicken and ribs yesterday at Tony Roma's. Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1120190660588820342005-07-01T10:58:00.000+07:002005-07-01T11:09:00.566+07:00I think in Oakland, the word "sweetheart" is supposed to translate into English as "total douchebag". Instead of jailing the asswipes who ran over the guy trying to stand up for his friend, they should be tied up and used as tackling dummies for Cal's offensive line for the rest of the season. Maybe even let special teams practice their punts on their nutsacks.____________________________________Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1119841126717279142005-06-27T09:56:00.000+07:002005-06-27T09:58:46.723+07:00Just passed througth the airport duty-free shop about 10 minutes ago and picked up this little beauty.Me so happy =)Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1119540412079769302005-06-23T22:17:00.000+07:002005-06-23T22:31:39.923+07:00Anissa believes a successful party also has to have two L's: Ladies and liquor. "The perception is that international girls are automatically pretty good looking. For example, ABAC [Assumption Business Administration College] girls have a reputation of being pretty, well known and aggressive - so you invite them, and of course the guys follow," she said.Nicha and I were having dinner with our Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1119513183444212682005-06-23T14:51:00.000+07:002005-06-23T14:55:05.226+07:00Four years ago today, Nicha and I got engaged (that's her showing off the engagement ring afterwards). You can read about the highlights of our courtship here.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1119421862265044512005-06-22T13:22:00.000+07:002005-06-22T13:33:54.096+07:00This is amusing. I was tracking web traffic leading to this little inconsequential blog, and among the typical assortment of links from friends and brothers and searches for bizarre pictures and fetishes, I came across a new one: The College Football Resource, a page dedicated to college football. Their links pages includes one for blog sites dedicated to Pac-10 football, and based on my raving Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1119348830663870582005-06-21T17:22:00.000+07:002005-06-21T17:39:16.110+07:00Separated at birth?Nicha is my lovely wife. Saddam Hussein is the deposed President of Iraq, and a rather scruffy-looking deposed President of Iraq at that. There are no two people on earth as different as these two.Or so I thought.Just consider these similarities, based on recent anecdotes:1. Nicha loves Cheetos. Until they were supplanted by Doritos, Cheetos were Saddam's favorite prison snack Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1119279968603168732005-06-20T22:04:00.000+07:002005-06-20T22:06:08.606+07:00I really really enjoy this guy's political cartoons.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1119260813872669952005-06-20T16:44:00.000+07:002005-06-20T16:46:53.873+07:00Being the self-righteous snot that I am, I don't normally pay heed to "hardened sleaze-hounds" who prowl the Patpong pussy shows, but a well-written, biting blog always gets my respect and a few of my laughs to boot.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1119244523940480882005-06-20T11:53:00.000+07:002005-06-20T12:30:14.436+07:00Since Nicha is currently out of work, I guess this is as good a time as any to annouce that she's taking a new job. She had great year at ABN Amro, and her boss fought tooth & nail to get her a huge raise and promotion after corporate skimped on her annual bonus. Though another bank pursued her vigorously to join them after her bonus fiasco, Nicha was committed to staying with her boss, who she Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1119242411709918902005-06-20T11:29:00.000+07:002005-06-20T12:21:48.810+07:00Saturday, June 25th seems to be quite an auspicious day for weddings & receptions. Nicha and I already have plans to attend two wedding receptions down in Singapore that day (unfortunately having to split time between the both of them), one for her friend Lisa from her company, and the other for my RBJ friends TVpoison and Longecho (not their real names, in case you haven't figured that out!). Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1118650688377075702005-06-13T15:17:00.000+07:002005-06-13T15:18:08.386+07:00Time TravelI often struggle with the decision of where to take friends and visitors who come to Bangkok, especially those who have been to Thailand before and have seen all the standard tourist fare that Lonely Planet has to offer. Frankly, I can't stomach too many more visits to the Grand Palace or any of the dozens of temples scattered around the Chao Phraya River.I also have difficulty Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1117770831004512192005-06-03T10:47:00.000+07:002005-06-03T10:56:25.033+07:00I'm beginning to worry that if and when Nicha and I have a kid, I'll make a really shitty dad.Why do I think that? Well, for the past 6 months, I've been a monthly sponsor of two children through Save the Children. One is a 7-year old girl from the Philippines, and the other is a 9-year old boy from Bangladesh. Though they send me regular letters and drawings, I have yet to write them back. No Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1116562461079240552005-05-21T10:03:00.000+07:002005-05-21T10:04:58.483+07:00I love you, Nicha.6 years ago today, I told you that for the first time. And 6 years later, I love you with all the passion and excitement and wonder that I had for you that first day, and for everyday in between.Get home soon. I miss you.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1116010030279603222005-05-14T01:42:00.000+07:002005-05-14T01:48:23.856+07:00I recently got my Flickr account up and running, and as I was trolling through my photo archives looking for photos to upload, I stumbled across some old favorites during my travels during the Summer of 2002.Cappadocia, TurkeyBudapest, HungaryKiel, GermanyVenice, ItalyPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1115656881644360872005-05-09T23:41:00.000+07:002005-05-09T23:44:40.283+07:00IMG_9612Just had to post this photo of my niece Jessica. She melts my heart and cracks me up =). IMG_9612 Originally uploaded by arkworld. Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1115639284447529242005-05-09T18:41:00.000+07:002005-05-09T18:49:53.623+07:00I broke my right foot. I don't know how it happened. Last night = healthy foot. Today = broken foot.Mind you, it isn't a compound fracture, or agonizing, gut-wrenching pain. It just hurts when I put my weight on it. At first, it was sore, but as I walked to lunch, I could tell it was getting progressively worse. It wasn't bad, yet. But I've had this before. So off to the hospital I went.Back in Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1115561291397551022005-05-08T21:01:00.000+07:002005-05-09T18:48:43.726+07:00I know many people who like visiting other countries, but very few who like the hassle of actually travelling. Between the packing, the rides to the airport, the long queues at the ticket counter (and security scan and the immigration counter), and the hassle of fighting your way to your seat, fighting your way out of your seat, fighting your way through the baggage claim, and making your way to Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1114318520687245342005-04-24T11:43:00.000+07:002005-04-24T11:57:53.203+07:00Notwithstanding Texas Tech's rout of the Bears during the Holiday Bowl, Cal had an absolutely stellar football season last year, achieving a #4 national ranking. Much of the program's success is due to star quarterback Aaron Rodgers, who was a 1st round pick in the currently on-going NFL draft. He was the #24 pick, Green Bay's first of the draft. He is also the second quarterback selected during Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1114254851201865702005-04-23T17:50:00.000+07:002005-04-23T18:32:06.333+07:00I just managed to finish watching the entire run of Cartoon Network's Clone Wars animated series. I have to say that I'm pretty impressed. The series is comprised of 25 short episodes bridging the stories of the Attack of the Clones and the Revenge of the Sith. The story lines are crisp, the animation visually appealing, the action extremely exciting, and the acting far superior to the deadpan Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1113803769149007492005-04-18T12:54:00.000+07:002005-04-18T12:56:09.150+07:00Chas & Cammy(Pilfered from HKMacs)Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1113583556908801502005-04-16T00:04:00.000+07:002005-04-15T23:45:56.910+07:00Though Southeast Asia in general and Thailand in particular has a rich diversity of art both ancient and modern, much has failed to make a deep impression on me. Part of this is due to my familiarity and artistic grounding in more European styles of art, from the Rennaissance to the Post-Impressionists. Part of this is also due to the Buddhist themes that permeate much of Southeast Asian art. AndPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1113567369406780172005-04-15T18:55:00.000+07:002005-04-15T19:52:00.730+07:00TrifectaIf reading 2 very funny blogs isn't enough to crack a smile out of you, how about a third?If you either follow current events in Los Angeles or have even the slightest interest in the upcoming release of "Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith", then you probably have heard about about the group of fans who last week started to lined up outside Grauman's Chinese Theater in Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1113565258613018932005-04-15T18:33:00.000+07:002005-04-15T18:43:05.723+07:00Just mere minutes after I posted about Michael Schiavo's blog, I came across a completely unrelated but equally hilarious post worth sharing. Several of my high school friends (including my brother Pete's best man Elliot and my high school prom date Yoko) did an extended stint as English language teachers in Japan via the JET program. I came across this fellow's website about his experiences as aPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1113563490672877652005-04-15T17:57:00.000+07:002005-04-15T18:23:40.656+07:00I've refrained from blogging about the whole Terri Schiavo, right-to-die brouhaha for one simple reason: I don't give a shit. Like Elian Gonzales or Martha Stewart or Ashley & Mary Kate, Terri Schiavo has occupied a media stature completely disproportional and overly exaggerated relative to her actual impact on world events. After all, people die horrendous, tragic deaths every day, deaths that Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1113234070656838182005-04-11T22:16:00.000+07:002005-04-11T22:54:45.873+07:00Wanna lick? Psyche!!Nicha was really happy when she got a promotion and massive raise a few weeks ago, and pretty damn happy the day we got married almost three and a half years ago. But neither night really compares to the sheer bliss she experienced tonight. Tonight, we bought 8 one-pint tubs of Ben & Jerry's ice cream.Just like I crave chicken fried steak, mexican food, and In 'N Out burgers, Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1112372591928705372005-04-01T23:14:00.000+07:002005-04-01T23:26:21.650+07:00A United Nations kind of dayPhone call with a British-born Indian banker based in Singapore during the morning, Vietnamese food for lunch, conference call to Swedish woman to talk about a South African company in the afternoon, followed by a call from a French acquaintance to discuss a possible deal in the Philippines, capped by an Italian dinner with a bunch of Indonesians.Just another hum drum Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1111984813379484832005-03-28T11:29:00.000+07:002005-03-28T11:43:34.976+07:00Phone SexYesterday, I was on the phone with P (my grad school roommate, the master of ceremonies at my and Nicha's wedding, and the continous target of Nicha's good-natured ribbing), chatting about the intricacies of valuing a government concession, when Nicha comes up to me and almost screams into the phone in my hand:"P, when are you going to let my husband get off the phone so he and I can Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1110801319047116222005-03-14T18:09:00.000+07:002005-03-14T19:06:52.113+07:00I think I will eventually look back on 2005 as the year that ground me into dust. For a guy who left the investment banking business so I could live a more relaxed lifestyle, I am finding myself insanely busy. Still waiting to find the time to catch my breath.Not that I'm complaining too much. Work has been great, with tons of interesting projects keeping me busy and wrecking all hopes for an Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1109435189574074012005-02-26T23:20:00.000+07:002005-02-26T23:26:29.676+07:00Sometimes I get so busy with work that I just can't find the time to give you the attention you deserve. I know that I don't always tell you what's going on in my life, or that I would rather watch TV or spend time with friends than spend some quiet time with you, catching up and swapping stories. I know that this is a long term commitment, and a relationship as deep as ours requires work and Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1107859227406183792005-02-08T16:54:00.000+07:002005-02-08T17:50:17.490+07:00Let's talk about something else other than the tsunami, shall we?
For starters, I just bought a new cell phone. Nothing was actually wrong with my current one, the Sony Ericsson T610. Actually, let me qualify that statement: there was nothing mechanically wrong with it. The problem was that I had a tendency to forget to lock the keypad, so when it would jostle around in my pants pocket, I would Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1107794274576338862005-02-07T23:35:00.000+07:002005-02-07T23:40:19.976+07:00Phuket Disaster Relief: Day 4 and Aftermath
It’s bad enough to be woken at 3:30 in the morning by an SMS message. It’s quite another when it’s a reprimand by the police. Though it was unsigned, I knew that the mass message was from the tourist police lieutenant we tangled with not more than 6 hours beforehand. I didn’t keep the message, but I can paraphrase it. In a nutshell, it said: “If you’rePaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1106708648356606902005-01-26T09:59:00.000+07:002005-01-26T10:04:08.356+07:00My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
"Centerfold" by J. Geils Band
Any last shred of childhood innocence I had just went out the window...
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Debs is back - and bare!
Jools Long
Debbie Gibson, the Britney Spears of the 1980s, is launching her pop comeback by shedding her togs for Playboy. Take note, Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1106583705173708272005-01-24T23:21:00.000+07:002005-01-24T23:21:45.173+07:00It came as a pleasant surprise that a producer for the Pacific Time radio segment at KQED, the San Francisco affiliate of National Public Radio, has been following my blog for a while, and even more of a surprise when she requested a phone interview regarding relief efforts in Phuket. I'm not much of a media hound, but given the enormous respect I have for both NPR and KQED, I couldn't refuse.
Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1106277636185999062005-01-21T10:09:00.000+07:002005-01-21T10:24:53.283+07:00It has not been lost on me that what little blogging I've done since Christmas has really focused on just one thing: the Asian Tsunami. And while my next several posts will likely be about the same topic, I want to take a brief break from all this doom and gloom and celebrate several momentous events in my brother Don's family.
On January 15th he welcomed the arrival of my twin nieces (identicalPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1106276817414397222005-01-21T10:06:00.000+07:002005-01-21T10:08:13.030+07:00Relief Workers Still Needed in Phuket
I've received numerous enquiries from visitors to the Bangkok Metroblog about going down to Phuket and lending a hand. I haven't really responded to anyone, partially because I've been extremely busy with work, but mostly because I didn't know of any organized resource or network to turn to before now.
Anyone who is still interested in helping out with Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1106245056127463552005-01-21T01:33:00.000+07:002005-01-21T15:22:21.876+07:00Phuket Disaster Relief: Day 3 (or Let's Kill All the Bureaucrats!)
Despite visiting a fishing village in which most of the inhabitants had lost their homes, all their worldly possessions, and their entire means of livelihood, it was a pretty damn good day. I would say that any day in which I don’t have to see, smell, or touch dead people scores pretty high on my list.
Our band of merry men (andPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1105462518917081542005-01-11T23:44:00.000+07:002005-01-17T17:56:54.536+07:00Phuket Disaster Relief: Day 2 (Warning: graphic content)
I was hoping that if I let them air out overnight, my clothes would stop smelling like dead people. No such luck; everything I had worn the day before was rank. Not just my clothes, but also the wallet and cell phone I had been carrying with me. Even the money I carried stank. A change of clothes would definitely be in order, and I gave Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1105125899124483532005-01-09T22:05:00.000+07:002005-01-10T00:24:00.843+07:00Phuket Disaster Relief: Day 1 (Warning: graphic content)
“It’s horrible beyond belief.”
That was the SMS I sent to my wife in the early afternoon on New Year’s Eve from Ban Muang Temple in Khao Lak, the region north of Phuket hardest hit by the tsumanis. Ban Muang was one of two temples in the region designated to receive and process the dead. At several hundred (possibly upwards of 1,000) Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1104318215054483302004-12-29T18:00:00.000+07:002004-12-29T18:03:35.053+07:00Let's see if I get this straight. The US government puts together a $15 million aid package, and gets all huffy when the UN calls it stingy. So they kick in another $20 million, for a grand total that is still $5 million less than donations received for Bush's inauguration ball. Compassionate conservatism at its best.
I hope the private donors are a bit more generous than the government.Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1104228669677999812004-12-28T17:06:00.000+07:002004-12-28T17:11:09.676+07:00If I had to make an educated guess, I'd have to say that this was a clusterfuck of literally seismic proportions. I have no doubt that somebody's nuts are going to be on the chopping block as a result of this.
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Warning rejected to protect tourism
December 28, 2004
The Nation
Minutes after the earthquake hit northern Sumatra at 7.58am on Sunday, officials of the Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1104223362917051542004-12-28T15:22:00.000+07:002004-12-28T15:42:42.916+07:00A few photos from The Drowned World, Time Magazine's photo essay of the tsunami aftermath.
An Indian man cries as he holds the hand of his eight-year-old son killed in a tsunami in Cuddalore, 120 miles south of the Indian city of Madras. At least 21,000 people were killed in coastal areas across south Asia after an earthquake off the Indonesian island of Sumatra produced a deadly tsunami
APaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1104203818356763652004-12-28T10:07:00.000+07:002004-12-28T11:32:26.440+07:00The death toll is staggering. An estimated 22,000 dead, over a third of them children. Thousands of additional deaths are expected in the aftermath as starvation and epidemic set in (not to mention when the media black-out in Aceh is lifted and official casualty reports are released, which are estimated to be as high as another 20,000 dead). The waves even hit as far as Kenya and Somalia. The Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1104146614263609432004-12-27T18:22:00.000+07:002004-12-27T18:23:34.263+07:00Grandson of Thai king among tsunami dead
27 Dec 2004 08:18:54 GMT
Source: Reuters
BANGKOK, Dec 27 (Reuters) - The 21-year-old grandson of Thailand's King Bhumibol Adulyadej was among those killed by a tsunami that struck southern Thailand, Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra said on Monday.
Bhumi Jensen was last seen jet-skiing off Krabi when the deadly wave battered the popular resort area. HisPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1104135013192101512004-12-27T14:53:00.000+07:002004-12-27T18:31:20.946+07:00
(Map courtesy of News.com.au)
"Nothing to see here, move along. It's only a tragedy when god fearing white folks die." - Anonymous
I pulled this comment from the Fark forum. Though it was said completely in cynical jest, it really isn't too far from the truth with regards to the general attitude in mainstream America with regards to the value that is placed on an American life over a Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1104110077750293332004-12-27T08:11:00.000+07:002004-12-27T14:41:39.126+07:00The quake has been upgraded to a 9.0, making it the 4th most powerful quake in recorded history. Death toll revised to around 11,000, with up to 400 dead, 700 injured, and 200 missing in Thailand.
[Update: death toll now at over 14,000. 430 dead in Thailand, with hundreds missing]Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1104080092906838742004-12-26T23:49:00.000+07:002004-12-26T23:56:47.170+07:00I wanted to write a catch-up blog about all the things that happened to me this past month, but all of it is rather routine and pales in comparison to the disaster that has hit the peoples of Asia. What tragic way to end the year. My prayers go out to all the victims and their loved ones. My personal update will have to wait.
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Asia quake, tsunamis kill 4,800
Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1103597641191957552004-12-21T09:49:00.000+07:002004-12-21T09:55:43.713+07:00Happy Birthday, Nicha!!! I love you, babe.
Today is my wife's 24th birthday, plus or minus 7 years (I'll let you guess which direction). I had the hardest time trying to pick out a gift for her, but I'm glad she loved it. After the brand-spankin' new 4th-gen iPod she got me for my birthday, the pressure was on to express that perfect birthday sentiment that says "I love you just as much as you Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1103515170006224892004-12-20T10:37:00.000+07:002004-12-20T11:00:03.706+07:00Bye-Bye, Breakfast
I'm a complete creature of habit when it comes to my breakfast. Once I settle into a routine, I stick with it, come hell or high water. This current break in my routine is especially painful, because I had grown to really love my breakfast.
The Skytrain station that I catch for my morning commute has the typical complement of vendor stands hawking all sorts of pastries and Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1103219592768958842004-12-17T01:51:00.000+07:002004-12-17T00:53:12.766+07:003 days in Jakarta followed by a day of the runs (I would have thought that eating local Thai food would have toughened the stomach for local Indonesian food). Very little time to blog this week, but hope to catch up over the weekend. Cheers!Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1102310482102663062004-12-09T01:10:00.000+07:002004-12-09T01:15:40.296+07:00I wrote most of this blog over the weekend, but didn't have time to post it. So here ya go, about 5 days tardy...
Denied the Roses: 46 years and counting
“I thought it was a little classless how [Texas] Coach Brown was begging for votes after the [Texas A&M] game. I think a team's record and the way you play should speak for itself, and you shouldn't have to complain about the BCS system.” — Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1101712868040592042004-11-29T14:17:00.000+07:002004-11-29T14:24:19.740+07:00"Xanga is invaded by undersexed high school Asian girls (who iNSiSt on TyPIng LiOKE DiZ) with short gangster boyfriends who drive ricers and listen to K-pop."
With apologies to my Asian female friends who have Xanga sites, this is the funniest quote I've lifted off a blog in a while. I've decided not to post the identity of the author to protect his/her/its identity =)Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1101479920190678172004-11-26T21:35:00.000+07:002004-11-26T21:40:03.860+07:00Damn. That freelance project I've been working on for the past 6 months is dead in the water. Ok, maybe not dead. In a coma, brain-dead. Or deep deep cryogenic freeze. At any rate, Ami and I won't be getting our next milestone payment anytime soon, much less our success fee. I was hoping that after all the blood, sweat, and tears we put into the deal, we would be able to pull it off. My portion Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1101466678429319172004-11-26T17:56:00.000+07:002004-11-26T21:28:51.996+07:00Float like a social butterfly, drink like a bee (or something like that)
For a guy who claims to completely disdain "It" crowd, high society events, I seem to be going to a lot of them lately. And for some reason, this past week I had apparently forgotten that I can no longer hold my liquor like the 20-year old frat boy I once was, but rather more like the 16-year old cheerleader on wine coolersPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1101230711266958882004-11-24T01:23:00.000+07:002004-11-24T01:04:46.906+07:00
METROBLOG BANGKOK is live! Take a peek!
What is a Metroblog, you ask? According to Metroblogging.com, "Metblogs are a hyper-local look at what's going on in the city. Our regional bloggers give each site a new perspective on daily life; less calendar listing, more friendly advice." In a nutshell, it's the ultimate in collaborative blogging. Here's what the San Francisco Chronicle has to say Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1100996038974113952004-11-21T07:04:00.000+07:002004-11-21T07:19:42.373+07:00My lord, how things can change in a half of football. It looked like the Cal Bears were practically asleep the entire first half going into half-time with a 10-3 lead. Now, with 3 minutes left in the game, they are sitting on a ridiculously lopsided 41-6 score. Amazingly enough, I'm deathly calm about the whole affair. I'm content. And I shouldn't be. It's the freakin' Big Game. It's the 3rd Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1100988686072197692004-11-21T05:11:00.000+07:002004-11-21T07:02:12.100+07:003:30 in the morning. Still a bit groggy. Heart palpitations galore. Wanna go back to sleep. But this is the day I've been waiting for the entire season. Today is the 107th Big Game. And with Cal's bid for the Rose Bowl (and top 5 national ranking) on the line, this is perhaps the single most important Big Game for us in literally 50 years. Once the game kicks off, cobwebs will dissipate, and I Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1100332295587856782004-11-13T14:33:00.000+07:002004-11-13T15:09:07.486+07:00What an eventful 2 weeks it has been!
1. First, the really big news: on November 1st, 2004 (shortly after my last blog), my niece Sydney Jasmine Ark was born to my brother Pete and his wife Jane. Jessie is a big sister!! Nicha and I are not only overjoyed for Pete & Jane, but also greatly envious of their gorgeous family. And like when Jessie was born, I get all teary-eyed seeing the beautiful Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1099302112870669092004-11-01T16:37:00.000+07:002004-11-01T16:53:04.306+07:00Utterly profane, yet absolutely hilarious.
In commemoration of yesterday's holiday festivities and tomorrow's political circus, here are 2004's Scariest Halloween Costumes (courtesy of Stick), with my personal favorite below.
Kerry/Edwards 2004!!!
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The Littlest Prisoner at Abu Ghraib
Your child will be the hit of the neighborhood costume parade in this recreation ofPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1099278626043083332004-11-01T10:02:00.000+07:002004-11-01T11:47:10.330+07:00SWEET BABY JESUS!!!!
The Associated Press has ranked the California Golden Bears the #4 team in the country!! It boggles the mind, yet dazzles the senses!! It is our highest national ranking since our last #4 ranking in October 1952 (ESPN has us ranked at #6, but no one knows who these Eee Ess Pee Enn guys are anyway, right?).
Also, if you're an American, don't forget to vote tomorrow! I don't Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1099237634707114132004-10-31T22:22:00.000+07:002004-10-31T23:05:41.550+07:00*DING DONG*
"Are we expecting anyone?" I asked Nicha. "No" she replies. After all, it's 10 pm on a Sunday night. Who the hell would be bugging us at 10 pm on a Sunday night? Perhaps someone who is looking for the wrong room...
I can hear a small commotion outside as I open the door. Then two things hit me: first, the lights in the hallway are out, and second, there are three freaks in the Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1099206754714599592004-10-31T11:21:00.000+07:002004-11-01T16:58:35.603+07:00Happy Halloween!
It's been an interesting week in college football. Last weekend, the #8 Cal Bears pummelled Arizona 38-0, and just now intercepted #21 Arizona State for a score, taking the Bears up 20-0 in the third quarter. Given this weekend's two major major upsets (#3 Miami State and #5 Florida State both lost to unranked opponents), a victory over Arizona State could propel Cal into the Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1098431825768687482004-10-22T14:50:00.000+07:002004-10-22T15:07:25.530+07:00October is a big month for birthdays. Not only is tomorrow my niece Jessica's 2nd birthday (this kid is so precocious that she began her Terrible Two's almost an entire year early!), but in a few hours, the universe will be 6,000 years old. Happy Birthday Jessica and Universe!!!
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Universe's 6,000th birthday ...
Tim Radford
Friday October 22, 2004
The Guardian
Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1098203249463957122004-10-19T23:52:00.000+07:002004-10-20T09:41:37.146+07:00Character Name: Arkimedes the Weak
Race: Human
Class: Magic-User
Level: 1st
Alignment: Neutral Good
Strength: 4
Intelligence: 9
Wisdom: 6
Dexterity: 9
Constitution: 5
Charisma: 5
Spell: Mild Sneeze
Weapon: Butter knife
This year marks the 30th anniversary of Dungeons & Dragons, that classic role playing game that kept me busy when I wasn't getting straight A's in high school, playing video gamesPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1097992367428694122004-10-17T13:18:00.000+07:002004-10-17T13:20:01.226+07:00Pounding headache, feeling drowsy, and still haven't had lunch, so I'll keep this post relatively short.
1. Cal Football handily defeats the UCLA Bruins in a nearly flawless 45-28 performance, further cementing our chances in a New Year's Day Bowl. As much as I hated missing Berkeley's Homecoming Game, I opted to sleep through this week's game. The odd hours were messing up my sleep schedule andPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1097683993248204102004-10-13T23:10:00.000+07:002004-10-13T23:55:56.310+07:00"In the most recent presidential election 105,360,260 people cast ballots. That means that each person's vote counted .000000949%. I defy you to find a mathematician who will tell you that number is less than or equal to zero. Okay, so we can agree, your vote counts. It counts .000000949%.
Swish that around in your mouth for a while. How does it taste?
Taste like freedom? 'Cause to me it tastesPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1097362324007027522004-10-10T05:47:00.000+07:002004-10-14T00:13:21.786+07:00Damn.
It was a blood & guts fight all the way. Cal's last minute, 4th down pass from the 9 yard line into the endzone was unsuccessful. Cal loses 23-17. It was a good fight, one that will no doubt earn Cal some major respect. But I can't help but feel that if our special teams didn't have such a shitty day, we might have pulled out an upset.
I'm going to bed.
[Addendum, 11 October: Cal only Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1097295052307539012004-10-10T04:18:00.000+07:002004-10-10T04:51:59.183+07:00I don't think my heart is supposed to be beating this way. It's sort of a "triple jump" heartbeat: hop! skip! JUMP!! Not good at all. Then again, I'm not supposed to be glued to a computer at 2:30 in the morning.
Why am I up this late? Glad you asked! (You didn't ask? Hmmm...maybe I'm still in my drowsy, hallucinagenic stupor). I'm up to catch a broadcast of the most important college football Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1096132867583491532004-09-26T01:21:00.000+07:002004-09-26T15:20:09.530+07:00Another bye week for the now #9 California Golden Bears. Just as well. I need the weekend to catch up on some sleep and do a lot of reading. I've managed to rip through some fantastic books lately, including Eric Schlosser's "Fast Food Nation: The Dark Side of the All-American Meal" (about fast food, of course!) and Jon Krakauer's "Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith" (about Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1096130560595736872004-09-25T23:29:00.000+07:002004-09-26T00:00:50.136+07:00How's my new job, you ask? Awesome, I reply. Astounding, fantastic, kick ass, fabulous...pick a superlative, any superlative.
There's always the standard trials & tribulations that always come from being in a new office: now having a computer, not remembering people's names, scrounging around for office supplies, leeching off of other people's passcards to go the the loo, trying to find friends Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1096043422091022632004-09-24T23:28:00.000+07:002004-09-24T23:30:22.123+07:00"On the home world, if there had been a contested election between Gore and Bush, the honorable thing would be for Gore to kill Bush." - Khraanik
Guess we know which way the Klingons are leaning politically...
Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1095569687531747752004-09-19T11:43:00.000+07:002004-09-19T12:19:16.223+07:00
My mother-in-law has a school-girl crush on Oscar De La Hoya.
It's quite cute, really. She's this tiny, charming, hilariously jovial woman who doesn't really follow sports (other than Thailand's tennis star Paradorn Srichaipan or our Olympic medallists). She's very tolerant of her husband and sons' football fanaticism, but doesn't really care for sports herself. Except for Oscar. She knows Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1095448628225341152004-09-18T02:01:00.000+07:002004-09-18T02:20:12.983+07:00Isn't it grand to get back in touch with old friends?
Living a multi-hemisphere nomadic lifestyle hasn't been conducive to me maintaining touch with many of my friends, so I'm always glad to hold on to the friends I've got, and ecstatic to find the ones I've lost through sheer neglect. In advance of my new job, I paid a visit to the alumni pages of my alma maters to update my profile and contactPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1095425454091257242004-09-17T19:20:00.000+07:002004-09-17T23:13:23.863+07:00Meet Central Retail Corporation's newest Vice President of Corporate Strategy & Development.
After 3 months of freelance work, I'm back on the clock (or will be, first thing Monday morning). As excited I am to have a new job, especially with a company as highly regarded as this one, I remain apprehensive for several reasons. First, this is my first job with a large corporation since I left Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1095178448839093752004-09-14T23:06:00.000+07:002004-09-14T23:16:07.593+07:00Ivan, that bastard
Due to the uncertain path of category 5 Hurricane Ivan, this Thursday's Cal game at Southern Mississippi has been postponed to December. Shit shit shit!!! After their last two blowout victories, the Bears have a ton of momentum, which they must find a way to sustain for another 18 days until their October 2nd game against Oregon State. On top of that, this week's game was Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1095178870538781112004-09-14T23:03:00.000+07:002004-09-14T23:21:10.540+07:00Here's an alternate angle of Jessie's "begging" photo, courtesy of her dad:
Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1095067569974734622004-09-13T16:18:00.000+07:002004-09-13T16:39:49.750+07:00I was browsing though some of the photos I took this past year when I stumbled upon one of my favorities. This was taken a few months ago when my brother and his family were visiting Thailand. Due to my niece Jessie's jetlag and fevers, her folks had little opportunity to get out of the apartment and enjoy the city. Near the end of their trip, Nicha and I managed to get them out of the condo for Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1095056204096780322004-09-13T13:14:00.000+07:002004-09-13T13:22:47.766+07:00Yeah, baby!!
Cal Football cracks the top 10 (#10 to be precise) in both national polls! Me soooo happpyyyy!
Article exerpt: Now holding down the 10th slot, the Bears already have jumped five places in the rankings this year and are in the Top 10 for the first time in 13 years. Back in 1991, Cal defeated Clemson, 37-13, in the Citrus Bowl to cap a 10-2 campaign which earned the Bears a No. 8 Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094964303580575542004-09-12T11:29:00.000+07:002004-09-12T11:47:41.893+07:00Nigel Tufnel : The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and...
Marty DiBergi : Oh, I see. And most amps go up to ten?
Nigel Tufnel : Exactly.
Marty DiBergi : Does that mean it's louder? Is it any louder?
Nigel Tufnel : Well, it's one louder, isn't it? It's not ten. You see, most blokes, you know, will be playing at ten. You're on ten here, all the wayPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094915511228390102004-09-11T22:04:00.000+07:002004-09-11T22:30:39.396+07:00Remembering 9/11
I wasn't sure what kind of words would best convey the maelstrom of thoughts and emotions that preoccupy me whenever I dwell upon the tragic events of 3 years past. But as I recollect and reread though my blog entry one year after 9/11 (reprinted below), I see that the way I feel today has not changed one iota from the way I felt on the first anniversary of 9/11. In light of thePaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094814126281295252004-09-10T17:49:00.000+07:002004-09-10T18:33:36.956+07:00I've been procrastinating with my work all week. Not good. I've gotten stuff done, but not nearly as much as I could or should have. I'm being squeezed between the undisciplined routine of being a freelancer on one hand, and the anticipation of starting a new job on the other. I need to get more work done. I'm glad the weekend is here though; I'm looking forward to Cal's next football game.
Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094661147188461802004-09-08T22:50:00.000+07:002004-09-09T01:32:14.856+07:00The All-Berkeley Blog
1. After Cal's spanking of Air Force over the weekend, the football team climbs one spot in the national rankings (to #12 in Associated Press, and #13 in ESPN/USA Today). I'm hoping we crack top 5! Cal is 33-point favorites in this weekend's game against New Mexico State; if we don't get too cocky, we just may register another impressive performance and inch ever closer to Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094462472912054292004-09-06T16:16:00.000+07:002004-09-06T16:25:57.286+07:00Got this amusing tidbit from the Rice Bowl Journals forum courtesy of Leonard.
Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094367978453378372004-09-05T13:51:00.000+07:002004-09-05T14:09:26.336+07:00Still pretty tired from the late night/early morning football broadcast, and now suffering from some intenstinal malady that is wreaking havok on my supply of toilet paper. I think I need a nap. In the meantime, here is a different sort of chain letter concept I got off of Twisted/Sister's blog which appeals to my love of films.
Italicize the ones you've seen part of, bold the ones you've seen, Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094323305391155492004-09-05T01:40:00.000+07:002004-09-05T02:23:42.133+07:00Cal up 35 to Air Force's 14 at the end of the 3rd quarter. Woohoo!!
[Edit at 2:04 am]: Another touchdown puts Cal up 49 to 14 with over nine minutes to go. J.J. Arrington is a god, and Marshawn Lynch is a god-in-the-making. I have a feeling that Cal is going to be the Pac-10 offensive leader for a second season in a row.
[Edit at 2:21 am]: With Cal up 56 to 14 with under 3 minutes to go, I Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094232682613473072004-09-04T00:31:00.000+07:002004-09-04T00:42:34.326+07:00In just over 22 hours from now, the Calfornia Golden Bears will play their season opener at Air Force, and I am excited beyond words. I generally follow sports with only a passing interest, but once September rolls around, it's all about Cal Football for me. Every pre-dawn Sunday for the past several years, I can be found online, headphones on, glued to the Internet radio channels, either howlingPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094230911332545012004-09-03T23:35:00.000+07:002004-09-04T01:30:53.736+07:00Wednesday evening, I did something I hadn't done in a long time: I was walking the streets of Bangkok at 6 pm on a weekday.
Big fecking deal, you say? Were I anywhere else in the world, I would agree, but I was in Bangkok, more specifically in a part of town with a PA system. At 6 pm, the television stations, radio channels, and public PA systems will play the Thai national anthem. While Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1094029144248015362004-09-01T15:56:00.000+07:002004-09-01T15:59:04.253+07:00As far as idiotic tabloid twaddle goes, it don't get no funnier than this.
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MAN SPEAKS FRENCH OUT OF HIS BUTT
-- And he can't understand a word!
BY D.G. BULGER
LINGUISTS and proctologists from around the world are stunned by a Detroit man's unique gift ... he is able to speak fluent French out of his buttocks.
Jason Jablonski, a 40- year-old furniture Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3551975.post-1093969652455550722004-08-31T23:08:00.000+07:002004-08-31T23:29:56.106+07:00Like most college students, I had posters of my favorite bands on my dorm room walls. However, mine were a rather eclectic mix: a poster of the album cover from Pink Floyd's "The Wall", a poster of 80's greatest hair band Def Leppard (still at the height of their "Hysteria" fame), a poster of speed/thrash metal band Megadeth, and a poster of...Debbie Gibson (that's it, the one on the right). FromPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13029617761227500037noreply@blogger.com