Family stories.
They just announced at work that we get Fridays off until end of May! During the busy work week, it is quite difficult to find an open time slot to call stores that open 8-5 M-F, so time to take care of errands, work on the fence, do yard work, and relax in the lawn staring at the aphids devouring our plants. Oh, it also means four day weekend on Memorial Day weekend! Yeah!
Finally, I’ve experienced the third and final installment of the Big Three musicals last night, Miss Saigon. Our party included my wife Karen, Jimmy, Andrew, Carol, Howe, Jeffrey, and Grace. Here is the rankings from one of the foremost authority on musicals, the James Lee Musical Meter:
1. Les Miserables
2. Phantom Of The Opera
3. Miss Saigon
Miss Saigon is like Freefall from Magic Mountain amusement park–it takes you slowly up to the top, then drops you down. For most of the musical, it seemed like a flat movie that plays, and for a moment I pushed myself to keep my little yawn in.
It starts with some spicy scenes deemed inappropriate for children under 18, so I wouldn’t recommend bringing your little nephew to the show. No dozing off here. Then strangely you start watching some acrobatic men in disturbing masks and dragon chasing the tiger. Just when you thought it was over the top, you get to see the overly enlarged face of Ho Chi Minh along with all his moles with facial hair growing out of it. Then you get the famous chopper scene, but with the blinking light and people falling, for a minute I thought “What tha…?!?” as it was taking out civilians. Then there’s some Elvis and Marilyn scene and more raunchy scenes in contrast to the dragon dance.
Then as you approach the end, you see the inevitable coming, and before you know it, you’re balling. Then the climax, and Bam! Game over. Thank you for using Saigon Eye Lubrication Services. There was not a dry eye in the theatre, except maybe Jimmy and Andrew who adopted an analytical approach to watching musicals. For the rest of us, it left us in a funky state.
What’s missing from Miss Saigon is recurring melodies. In Les Miserables, you hear similar melodies over and over again, rehashed in different forms, so that when you leave the musical, the melody sticks out of your nose and ears. With Miss Saigon, there was nothing. Dead silence on the way back in the car, well, except for Andrew getting shut down but that’s a different story.
As we were leaving the theatre, we noticed that Jeffrey and Andrew decided to show their brotherhood:
Good thing they’re guys. I can’t imagine the pain and suffering for two girls to wear twin outfits to a musical…
On the way back, we discussed how musicals sometimes need to substitute actors of different races, and that the evil dude who got wasted by Miss Sai was not Vietnamese. But it wasn’t as disturbing as the last Les Miserables that we saw, where Fantine unexpectedly became Fantina (black), which… kind of changes things.
Anyway, in the end, it’s still worth watching Miss Saigon at least once, but remember to bring your tissues so you won’t be wetting your pants with your tears.
It’s not a story about the superheros in the new DVD. The Incredibles is a volleyball team in Michael Chang’s CSL Volleyball League, and one of the players is yours truly. If you need a story for hope, a story for inspiration, a story for comeback… search no further than this.
During the regular season, the team struggled. Wins were hard to come by, and the team members didn’t gel. In fact, we had won only 4 games during the regular season, out of 24. It was grueling time, it was tough, and there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. Some players thought this would be the last season they join CSL volleyball, as wins were tough to come by. In a blink of the eye, the regular season was over.
Then came the playoffs.
So we began to seek practice opportunities. Some of us went to First Presbyterian Church on Thursday night for open gym. We also had a practice session… at 8am?!? Yeah, thanks Jeffrey. Drousily we woke up before the rooster crowed and pushed ourselves to practice.
The team began to gel.
On Sunday, we (#7 seed) played Helmet Heads (#4 seed). We won. On the following Saturday, we played Friday Night Lights (#1 seed). Another upset. Then came the championship game.
“Da da da da da da…. INCREDIBLES!”
The game began. It was intense, as beads of swet glided down our sideburns, and within the window of our eyes, the windows of our soul, wrote two words: “No Fear”.
Wes whipped out his Air Jordan shoes… Yes the ref is Michael Chang the ex-tennis player…
David challenging their spikers…
Carol stepping up and getting some kill shots and blocks…
Jessica just good all around…
Phoebe holding her own…
And yours truly providing some offense and defense…
We won the first game, but got destroyed on the second game. At one point during the third game, we were down 4-12, watching the championship slowly slipping through our swetty fingers. Then I was up. Having served both of my serves nicely into the net during the championship thus far, the faith of the team in winning is held by a string as thin as a dental floss. As the crowd cheered on, “Serve it in!” “Come on!” “You can do it.”, I looked at the score. 7-14. I felt a calmness, a soothing confidence that we could do this as I took a deep breath and flung the ball into the air. Imagine the entire scene in slow motion as my hand makes contact with the ball, the ball ascends into the air, all eyes fixated widely on the ball with open mouths, and the ball flying… flying… and lands in the court! The mojo was back. We won the point. Then I served, and I served, and I served, and I served, and they took a timeout, and I served, and I served, and I served, then the score was 15-14 when we conceeded a point. The momentum was on our side, and there was no stopping the Incredibles!
In the end, we won.
So it sounds like I turned the team around, but hey, this is my blog, right? 😛 Well, we won as a team. Some points that seemed unfathomably hard to return were answered, and everything just clicked. Everyone really stepped up.
Here’s the team picture for the Incredibles. During the cerebration ceremony, Carol and Grace won the Most Inspirational Player awards for Incredibles and Superheroes, respectively.
And finally, as the first ECC team to win a championship in CSL volleyball, we were ready to accept our award! The award that symbolizes the incredulous turnaround! The award that reflects all the hard work and hours put into volleyball! The award that that bonds our team forever as champions of CSL! The award…
…was an edible cookie?!! Sure it says “C Champs”, but come on… Well, I guess it’s the journey and reaching our personal goals that’s the best reward of all.
Still, a trophy would have been nice.
Last night our fellowship attended the Mariners game. It started out with red carpet moment where Ichiro received his award for 262 hits. The national anthem was sung by a lady whose voice was solid except for that, oh, pathetic high note, which won’t be wining any American Idol votes. Imagine me hitting a high note with some pubscent falsetto. Ok, don’t imagine that. Anyway, on to the ballgame.
Gil Meche was pitching that night, and from the looks of it, he was pitching batting practice. From the top of the first inning, the Mariners were down 5-0. Sheesh. Learn how to pitch, boy! I was hoping the Mariners would claw their way back. First up, Ichiro!
And the balls comes to the plate! Ichiro is locked in! He looks at the ball! Swings! And…
…grounds out.
Ironically, after receiving the all-time hits award, Ichiro then goes on to get all of 0 hits that night. That’s right, zip, zilch, goose egg. Well, that pretty much epitomizes the night for the Mariners, as we see Brett Boone strike out (no surprise here):
And Beltre still in his HR slump mapping back to the beginning of Spring Training:
During the ballgame, some of the cleaning crew started messing around:
They thought their lazy butts would slip by unnoticed, but my hawk eye spotted them from a mile away and caught them on film! Slackers! Get back to work!
Then there was the wave. You can deduce how the game is going when people are paying more attention to the wave than the game:
But the take away from the game is… The Ichiro Bobblehead dolls!
Okay, so at least there was something positive from the game. E-bay, here I come!
How many hours a day do you spend online? Actually, let me rephrase that question. Do you spend enough time with family? A Newsweek poll revealed that 73 percent of teens wants to spend more time with their parents, and families who watch little television find more time spending with one another in engaging and interactive activities*. Cranium, anyone? (as long as it’s not the Canadian version).
Apparently treating Internet Addiction Disorder is not as easy as it seems. Check out this quote from a Forbes article written in the future (5/9/05):
Turning off the monitor won’t do the trick, say doctors like David Greenfield, assistant clinical professor of psychiatry at the University of Connecticut School of Medicine. Greenfield worries that junkies are finding new ways to score a fix from their cell phones and Treos.
Before you descend to the state where you need to tap on the microwave digits to numb the pain, start turning off that computer periodically and spend that time with your family!
*”Teenagers want more…family time?” Christian Science Monitor 5/2/00
The board room in this week’s Apprentice was silly. Imagine the boxing match Tyson vs. Peewee and you’ll get an idea what the board room was like. One punch knockout. Come on, Bren, don’t pull a Samson and confess your hair as your weakness! “Gee, I can’t take risks and I like to dig my own grave.” I can only conclude that Bren seriously suffered from sleep deprivation and pulled a Verna, who simply gave up during week 2.
I think it’s pretty obvious who will win the Apprentice by now. Kendra isn’t a team player. Craig can’t communicate. Alex is just flat. That leaves us with Tana, who is mild tempered yet brings a whole lot of smartness to the table. Tana will become the next apprentice by a mile, unless Trump tries to hire someone else just for the irony. If so, it puts the public view of Trump’s judgment in jeopardy. Besides, it’s about time for a female apprentice.
Remember Andy, the kid from Harvard in season two? One of my coworkers actually roomed with Andy, and he said that the kid is smart but pretty lazy. Well, a few weeks ago, he got his break when Trump decided to hire him. He now reports directly for Trump and is doing real work, which is more than we can say about Bill Rancic. Word has it that his job is a sham.
So I snooped around xanga and dusted the dust off an old entry on Carol’s blog. It was titled “Do You Have A Type A Personality?”. I answered the questions, and … (drum roll)…
| You Have A Type A Personality |
| A You are hyper, energetic, and always on the mood You tend to succeed at everything you attempt And if you don’t succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top! You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for fun As long as it’s high energy and competitive, you’re interested You have the perfect personality for business and atheltic success |
I question the accuracy of this test, however, seeing that they can’t even spell “athletic” correctly. 🙄
In the latest round of American Idol elimination, Anwar bites the dust. The event was quite emotional, as my significant other shed a tear to his departure from the show, then proceeds to chew me out for causing this “fiasco”. Apparently I didn’t cast enough votes for her “Anwar” Tuesday night–that I only casted, oh, 250 votes for Anwar (that’s 6 seconds per vote lasting about 25 minutes), not counting the dual-hand cell phone dialing action prior to that. Then she vows never to watch American Idol again. Oh that’ll be the day!
Moving forward, I urge all of you to vote for Vonzell. Sure, I used to be a Carrie supporter, but lately her performances have been quite insipid, especially all her moves–all one of them, the wiggling of her heinies.
There are four must-have qualities for the next American Idol: Star Appearance, Vocal Quality, Stage Presence, and Audience Appeal. Scott and Anthony are eliminated for vocal quality, and Bo Bice for appeal. That leaves us with Vonzelle, Carrie, and Constantine. All the screen time for Constantine has catapulted him beyond what he deserves, as all the crazed voters, who can’t distinguish between on-key and off-pitch, call for Constantine just because of the sentimental influence of the garage scene. That leaves Carrie and Vonzelle. Carrie has that Star appearance and definitely the vocal fidelity, but possessing just one and only one move just kills me. On the other hand, Vonzelle’s got it all. Her vocal range exceeds Whitney Huston, her appearance is… acceptable, but her choreography is impeccable! Have you witnessed the hundreds of moves she busts out on the stage? She’s a natural performer, and she has definitely grown on me throughout this competition.
Vonzell for the next American Idol!
As a worship leader, I constantly scout new songs to introduce to the congregation, but to introduce a song, I need memorize the song forwards, backwards and upside down. What about songs absent from my pitiful CD collection? I came across Napster, which offers $9.99 unlimited streaming for free. Sounds good, right?
Wrong.
Literally, it doesn’t sound good. The music volume seems to oscillate sporadically, drawing you in the music one minute and dropping you cold the next. The quality is far inferior to CD, lacking in the deepness and precision of the bass, but no surprises here considering the compression that needs to take place. In addition, some of the songs I wanted to listen to contained a “buy only” button, requiring a purchase to get beyond the pathetic 30 second clip that leaves you hanging. Worst of all, at the end of the year, you would have paid all this money and end up owning nada. The minute you stop subscribing, you have zilch.
The bottomline is, for $120 a year, you’re better off treating yourself to real CDs. Not only do they sound better, but you can feel that you really own the songs.
There’s a fad today on Fantasy sports. Everywhere you look it’s Fantasy Baseball, Fantasy Basketball, Fantasy Foosball, Fantasy Earthworm Hunt, etc. A few weeks ago, my friend Tim extended an invitation to join their league, and like a vegetarian lion eyeing a piece of fresh meat, I decided to give in. If you are a Fantasy virgin, let’s take your through my first experience.
First, there’s the draft, where all the managers simultaneously meet online and grind through a couple hours of player selection. Being ninth in the drafting lineup, naturally I missed out on getting Pujols or A-Rod. You have 90 seconds make your wise selection, and one time my time expired so I ended up with Yahoo’s pick of Carl Crawford. I was pulling my hair out for a while there, but he turned out to be a good pick.
Next, you need to manage your players, and this is not for the light-hearted because you need to manage everyday. Mistakingly I postponed viewing the result until the end of the first day, and to my dismay, two of my starters, Schilling and Escobar, went on the disabled list before the season started. On the bench was Jamie Moyer, who got a win for Seattle that I couldn’t cash in on. Mistakes learned.
As I began descending in the ranks, the low point being second to last place, I’ve learned that you need to examine your lineup daily. People can go on the DL or be benched, and when they don’t play, you don’t make. I’ve also learned that baseball players are very streaky, so when it rains, it pours. Some of my players have sub-.200 average even though they were top-ranked last year. I added the player Edgardo Alfonzo from the free agents list and he was quite a pickup. He added a big boost to my offensive arsenal.
I’ve learned that you need to look at the opponents and get an assessment of whether you want them to play to maximize your chances. If they’re playing against Roger Clemens, they’re probably not going to score 6 HR’s.
Then there’s paying tithe to the service provider. The league I play in is hosted on Yahoo, and without StatTracker, it’s like driving blindfolded. I give props to Yahoo for this devious strategy of offering the stats to you free for a few weeks, then taking it away. Once you have a taste of quality steak, there’s no going back. I justified this by convincing myself that I’ll be tracking this everyday for the next 6 months, and what’s $9.99 compared to the time I’ve saved?
So now I’ve moved my team from the gutter (second to last place) to the 3rd place out of 11 teams. I’ve been doing well lately, but who knows… I saw Big Stix Alpha, my bro-in-law, descend from glory (#2) to gutter (#10) within a week, which I suppose is similar to real baseball. The manager can only do their best putting the lineup together, and then it’s up to the players to get the job done.