Tuesday, May 31, 2005

I must admit, these playoffs are making me more of a fan of Tayshaun Prince. Despite ugly form on his jumper, it's surprisingly effective because he only shoots good shots. On top of that, he plays outstanding defense, and makes all the right plays on offense with an occasional spectacular drive, dunk, or dish. Plus, he doesn't say anything to the refs at all, unlike just about everyone else left in the playoffs (including the Spurs), which is quite refreshing. I wouldn't mind having him on the Warriors. He and Kirilenko are cut from the same cloth.

Tonight I watched the entire Pistons-Heat game, minus commercials and most free throws, in less than an hour and a half. Hooray for DVR!

Monday, May 30, 2005

Odds and ends

As the long weekend wraps up, some thoughts...

- After several years of faithful service, my Nokia 8260 cell phone finally got replaced by a newer, sleeker model, the Samsung X427. It's my first time with a flip phone, and my first time being on a GSM plan (the $30 Cingular plan that is actually obsolete as of June 1). I've already noticed better reception almost everywhere I go, and I'm practicing being able to flip open the phone with one hand... and I have to admit, it does feel pretty good to snap the phone shut at the end of a call. On the other hand, I miss my old ringtone (Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" - they don't seem to have it on their main download site), and it's quite a pain having to re-enter all of the phone numbers I've collected over the years, so if you know me, feel free to give me a call (same number) so I can store your number again. Oh yeah, and to catch up. That's equally as important... yeah.

- My dad picked up a new toy for the house over the weekend - a Panasonic DVD Video Recorder. I haven't really learned how to use it yet, but the ability to record 100 hours of TV and fast-forward through stuff is actually quite cool. This is how I'll be watching the rest of the NBA playoffs.

- In one sense, I'm actually quite glad that both "24" and "Alias" wrapped up their seasons this past week, since I've been watching quite a lot of TV this year with those two shows along with the NBA. Next lines in invisible font to protect those who are going to watch them on DVD:

- Some thoughts in response to the comments made by Andrew, Anthony, and Andrew (different one) on my "Sith" post below, in invisible font:

- In response to Danny's post dedicated to me, here are a few more funny geek phrases courtesy of thinkgeek.com T-shirts - just try to imagine wearing some of these:
Insufficient memory
There's no place like 127.0.0.1
When your friend asks you, "What's it say?" You can truthfully say, "You are dumb"... in binary
SQL query: SELECT * FROM users WHERE clue > 0. Uh oh, zero rows were returned! Oh no!?!?
$> man woman $> Segmentation fault (core dumped)
Black Holes Suck

Sunday, May 29, 2005

The ultimate plus/minus

When it comes to sports, athletes and fans alike are often quite superstitious. Wade Boggs used to have chicken before every game, without fail. Jordan wore his Carolina basketball shorts under his Bulls and Wizards shorts during every game for luck. And I've developed some superstitions over my years as a sports fan, as I seem to have developed some sort of martyr complex, in that the games (particularly playoff games) that I watch involving the teams I'm most emotionally involved in (Spurs and Giants) seem to have a bad outcome more often than not. Consider:

- the Giants have not been able to break through and win the big one despite making the playoffs several times in the last 5 years, many of whose games I watched from beginning to end. I felt like my guts were being torn out in the World Series against the Angels in game 6, where it seemed like nothing could go right.
- the Spurs got eliminated the last few seasons from the playoffs in agonizing ways, even though I didn't personally witness the infamous "0.4" Derek Fisher shot last year, I watched plenty of other games, and whenever I watched, I would see many missed free throws, missed open shots, breakdowns on defense, and otherworldly performances by the opposing team.

So, with the Spurs in this year's playoffs, I decided to do an experiment. I decided to avoid watching most of their games live, and instead taped several, and watched a few others on the late-night condensed replay. Here are some recent findings:

- two Tuesdays ago, the Spurs blew a lead against the Sonics by missing an agonizing number of free throws (even from 80% shooter Ginobili) and missed a potential game-winning shot at the buzzer by Duncan.
- two Thursdays ago, in game 6 against the Sonics, I ended up watching most of the game with my dad and Byron. The Spurs ended up losing most of their lead, but was able to pull out a win in the last second with Ginobili's beautiful dish to Duncan at the end of the game. Still, they could have put it away earlier by making free throws, and Duncan also sprained his ankle. So I couldn't even enjoy the win fully since the injury nagged on my mind.
- in the Suns series, I purposely avoided watching the first two games in Phoenix. Result? Despite being down going into each of the 4th quarters, the Spurs went into automatic mode, making over 70% of their shots and pulling out tough road wins.
- I watched portions of game 3 on Saturday while flipping back and forth between other stations. By my count, the Spurs were minus-11 during the time when I was watching (that is, the Suns scored 11 more points than the Spurs did while I watched). Fortunately, while I was on other channels, the Spurs would rebuild their lead back up to 13 or 17.

Pointless, ungodly superstition? Perhaps. But it's a little eerie, don't you think?

EDIT 5/30:
Case in point: I watched all of tonight's game with a bunch of friends who came over for dinner, with the exception of a five-minute stretch in the second quarter, at which point the Spurs took a 3 point lead. I died just a little bit with every missed free throw, turnover, and great Suns play (what a block by Stoudemire). My dad was out for the evening, came home at night, and the first thing he said to me was, "You watched the game, didn't you?"

I think I'll skip game 5.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

That was one Sithy movie!

Thoughts on the last installment in the Star Wars cinematic series, Revenge of the Sith. As usual, I will be typing in my spoiler-friendly invisible font which you will have to click and drag on in order to view. This won't be all that ordered, and not really in review format, just a collection of observations, memories, questions, and the like.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Long post on Star Wars coming up, but for the time being, I found this to be delightfully geeky:

chown -R us /base

EDIT: Apparently I didn't realize that the above joke would fly over the heads of anyone who doesn't have experience with the Linux operating system (although that in itself is an integral part of the joke). Here's the breakdown... "chown" is the command to change the owner of a file - say you log in as "bob" to a system, and I create a file, that file would be owned by "bob". The "-R" indicates that the change ownership command is recursive - it will happen to all files in the stated directory and in any subdirectories. "us" is the name of the new owner. And "/base" is the directory that is having its ownership changed, along with any subdirectories due to the "-R". So, in plain English, this reads:

All your base are belong to us.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

In a theater not so long from now...

[Note: for maximum effect, move real close to the monitor and start scrolling down one button at a time]

Danny: here's some trivia for you
Danny: what was the serial number of the trash compactor in a new hope
Danny: a. 1432548932
Danny: b. 902483923
Bob: 3263827
Danny: c. 231446
Danny: wow
Danny: you didn't even need the multiple choice

Yes, I'm one of those types of fans. I grew up with Star Wars... I remember a few instances when I was young where my mom would just put on Episode IV to occupy my attention so that she could care for my little bro. I've probably watched the entire original trilogy at least 30 times, and the first movie probably at least 50 times. Contrary to most guys, my favorite parts of the movies weren't the lightsaber battles, but rather the starfighter action - I used to have the last half hour of dialogue from the first movie pretty much down pat (down to the order each Red Squadron pilot called in before diving on the Death Star).

Later, it faded from public consciousness and my fandom waned until the early '90s, when Timothy Zahn single-handedly brought SW back into the limelight with his stellar novel trilogy starring one of the most memorable in-print sci-fi villains ever, Grand Admiral Thrawn. This kicked off a whole extended industry that I promptly immersed myself in - I bought or read almost all of the books, played the computer games Dark Forces, Dark Forces 2, TIE Fighter, and X-wing vs. TIE Fighter, joined an online guild/squadron of SW video gamers that would write fan fiction starring ourselves in the universe... probably wasn't that healthy, but I was hooked into this story and alternate universe.

My friends knew it too. I don't think I've told this story before on this blog, but back in my sophomore year of college, I was walking back from fellowship with a couple people and was discussing movie bloopers with Abe. I was describing the stormtrooper-banging-his-head-on-the-doorway blooper and mentioned that it was when they "were on the Death Star right after rescuing the princess." Troublemakers that they are, Eva and Karen, who were walking a few feet ahead, whirled around and said, "You dreamed about rescuing a princess, Bob?" Attempting to be clever/sarcastic, I said, "Yeah, I dream about that all the time!"... not realizing that in the dark, no one can see your tongue firmly planted in cheek, and that with these two, even if they did, they were going to take me at face value. I've had to deal with "princess" jokes ever since. It's been 8 years. Sigh...

The booming industry that was Star Wars led Lucas to begin work on the prequels, and I was one of those who lined up early to watch Episode 1. Boy, was that a disappointment. Episode 2 wasn't nearly as bad, but Lucas really needs to stick to coming up with story ideas and letting others flesh them out in script and direction. To be fair, it's not like the original trilogy movies were paragons of movie excellence either - they had more than their fair share of lousy dialogue, weird pacing, subpar acting, and other weaknesses. The thing is, even with all their flaws, they still have a very cohesive thread running through them - everything worked well together without trying too hard. The seemingly ad-libbed comic moments are genuinely funny, like Chewie scaring away the remote-controlled droid on the Death Star. Now we've got farting farm animals on Tatooine.

Like most fans, I have an attitude of cautious optimism to Episode 3. Apparently it's the best of the prequels, and I heard that the last 40 minutes are the best of any of the Star Wars movies. While the other disappointing prequels burned away much of my previous fiery fandom (much of which turned in previous years to "Lord of the Rings"), I'm still hoping... and I'll be there at midnight tomorrow to see if I can get one last bit of satisfaction from this foray into a universe that's impacted me so much.

In the meantime, check out this link. It's hilarious. Join the organic rebellion!

Monday, May 09, 2005

Apparently, I'm a serious person

Have you ever noticed that you'll tend to remember someone else's opinion or observation of you more than you will characteristics that you see in yourself? An amusing story from the weekend... on three consecutive days, by three consecutive people, I was called a "serious" person. At youth group on Friday, some of the youth girls said that I can sometimes seem older than George since I constantly come across as being quite the serious person. On Saturday while hiking, Maria mentioned that along with one other guy, we comprise two of the few friends with whom she can discuss serious topics. Finally, on Mother's Day, my mom jokingly wondered out loud how she, a lively and fun-loving personality, could raise someone who was so serious all the time.

Coincidence? Perhaps. But perhaps it was genetic! On Sunday evening, I had the opportunity to watch "Gattaca," a pretty good 1997 sci-fi flick with Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman, talking about a society in the not-so-distant future where genetic engineering has been taken to its extreme, and people are now engineered without possibility for defect. Parents can edit out genetic problems and predispositions, and insert genes to create particular characteristics. Now, I know this is scifi... but then today, on a whim, I entered my birthdate into the following quiz and got a disconcertingly accurate personality profile:






Your Birthdate: June 4

Being born on the 4th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer.

You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than you realize.

Sincere and honest, you are a serious and hard working individual.

Your feelings are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times.

The number 4 has something of an inhibiting effect on your ability to show and express affections, as feelings are very closely regulated and controlled.

You are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details.

There is a good deal of rigidity and stubbornness associated with the number 4.


Fortunately, I still have a belly button, so I wasn't one of the prototype test tube babies. I am somewhat curious whether other folks typically attribute a serious bearing to me.

Other recent happenings...

Hung out most of the day at Byron and Maria's on Saturday for their housewarming brunch, then going for a walk/shooting around in the afternoon, and got to welcome the newly-married Mike back with a rousing Champions of Norrath gaming session in the evening. Sunday, attempted to cook dinner for Mother's Day, and learned a neat trick with cooking shrimp - to prevent them from curling up when boiling, you can just stick a toothpick in along the spine to keep them straight. After cooking and shelling, you have a great piece of meat to use in hand rolls.

My company moved to the Cisco campus on Friday (we're in building D). Initial positive reactions: the employee gym is pretty nice, pace has slowed down a bit. Some things that will take some getting used to include: no longer having administrative access over every process we need to do our jobs (and needing to file support cases to get help), and no longer having a water cooler (for some reason there are only water bottles in the breakroom, which seems kinda wasteful to me).

Thursday, May 05, 2005

You're out of luck / And the reason that you had to care / The traffic is stuck / And you're not moving anywhere -- Beautiful Day, U2

Here I am, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I look up and I haven't posted in a week.

Not only that, but a third of 2005 is already over. I feel somewhat blindsided. What the heck happened?

That concisely sums up the overall feeling of ennui that I've been experiencing these last few weeks. I've been somewhat disconnected from life... from people, from goals, from seeking direction, and most damaging of all, from God. Jesus uses a well-known metaphor saying that God's people, as branches, need to stay connected to Christ, the vine, in order to receive constant nourishment in order to grow. Anyone who has ever had to take care of a plant (particularly guys like me who have the touch of death rather than a green thumb) know that without proper and constant care, the plant eventually transforms from green and thriving into brown, dry, and withered. After just a few weeks of neglect, I'm already parched for spiritual and personal growth.

Seems that when we're younger, we give ourselves more of a free pass with regards to slacking off - the "I'm still young and can afford to waste time" excuse. However, with my official entry into the "late twenties" stage barrelling towards me like a train down a tunnel, I am much less inclined to simply let the weeks and months go by without giving it my all to redeem them. I know what I need to do, at least in the short term. I just need to do it. The bigger picture things will come with time.

Some quick memories and thoughts from the week gone by...

- Good part of being NBA playoff season: at least 2 games on every day of the sport I love the most. Bad part of it being that time of year: it's so easy to blow off things that are more important to gorge myself on watching TV. Gotta find a balance.

- Last Saturday, I woke up bright and early (6 am!) and participated in the LiveRIGHT 5K fundraiser, running through Golden Gate Park in SF for raising money and awareness of hepatitis B and liver cancer, particularly for Asians. Check out the website - there's some good and relevant info for Asians in particular, since they are much more likely to contract the disease, and I've known some people who have been personally affected. The run itself was a little over 3 miles, which wasn't that bad, even though I haven't run a "long distance" (like, over a mile) for a long time - in hoops, you're basically doing a lot of start-stop-sprint-jump-cut movement, which also allows you to pace yourself. I made it through in about 28 minutes without stopping, but it resurrected some knee tendonitis I first developed a few years ago playing football, so I ended up skipping out on hoops on Sunday. My mom actually had the fastest time for females age 55 and up, which was kind of cool.

- Over the past year, God has been granting Canaan the opportunity to host and minister to several international students who are currently attending De Anza College. Most of them happen to be in my cell group. It's quite refreshing to talk to them and hear their stories from week to week, since they've grown up in different cultures and are more intentionally open than other people might be about spiritual matters. I also have a healthy dose of respect for their ability to communicate in English well - whenever they talk at length, I hear their words and attempt to translate them in my head into Spanish or Chinese, two languages that I have just a little knowledge of, to get a feel for what it must be like to communicate in a second language all the time. Regaining my high school proficiency in Spanish and learning Chinese have been two items on my to-do list for a long time.

Oh, this past week's cell group topic was actually quite insightful and timely for me - I'll write about it in another post.

- Watched "The House of Flying Daggers" on Sunday and "Dodgeball" tonight. The former started out okay, with the dazzling cinematography that Zhang Yimou is known for in "Hero", but then degenerates into an unintentional parody of a Shakespearean tragedy. The good thing is that it provided ample fodder for verbal skewering and wisecracks from everyone watching.

Dodgeball was okay, but not out-and-out hilarious. Definitely wasn't as funny as "Zoolander", which I was highly amused by. As a matter of fact, playing dodgeball at JKuo's bachelor party was probably more fun than the movie. The main problem, IMO, was that things got stale very quickly, particularly from the sports side of things. There's only so many ways you can show a guy getting hit by a ball. It would have been more interesting if each player had a particular characteristic that made them good at a skill - throwing curves, bending in unnatural ways to dodge, etc. See "Shaolin Soccer" for a great example of taking what can be a boring spectator sport and making it interesting visually and character-wise.

- CD of the week: Arriving by Chris Tomlin. Some solid congregational worship songs on here - Tomlin has a real gift for melody. Even though I wouldn't say his lyrics necessarily approach the theological depth of the great hymns, sometimes the melody can be more important to make a Biblical principle stick in our mind and heart. For Canaan folks reading this, "Holy is the Lord" and "How Great is Our God" have already entered our rotation, and expect to hear "Indescribable", "Your Grace is Enough" and "You Do All Things Well" at some point in the future.