Archive for July 2005

Meetin’ Up

July 29, 2005

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ave you ever wondered who leaves comments on your site? I’m sure that all of you have friends who leave comments, but there are also those whom you have never met, right? Now, don’t you wonder from time to time who they are? What they’re really like? And don’t you sometimes get the hankerin’ to meet them in the flesh?

Well, I have only met one so far, Ender. She was a person I met through other students who were studying in Japan. She ultimately matriculated to the school where I teach, and came to take a Japanese placement exam from me. When I saw her e-mail address, I thought, “Now where have I seen this name before?” Hahhahah. It was her. But she came to my site because she had met some of my students, so while it was fun to meet her, it was not that unusual.

The other day, I went to school and entered my office when I found the following note on the floor.

Again, I’m thinking, :”Where have I heard this name before?” Okay, I may sound stupid, but haven’t you ever met someone out of context and not immediately recognize the name or face? Well, I have, many times. And this time was no exception. After staring at the message for 5 minutes it finally sunk in. It’s SunJun. Hahhahahah. Damn! I wish I had been in when he came. I definitely would have liked to have met him. But unfortunately, it was not meant to be. Oh well. Maybe next time….

For now, I will be flying to LA this weekend for my elementary / jr. high class reunion. I will write about it when I get back. But perhaps more interesting is that I may get a chance to meet a couple of fellow Xangans, subscribers, as it were. I’m kinda excited to meet them–waku waku–IF I meet them. I write this now, but am afraid of a big let down. No, not them personally. I’m afraid they may not be able to make it to J-Town. How many times have I been left waiting at the altar? Not that I want to marry Vlade. Hahahhahahah!

So be cool everyone. Have a great weekend.

Meetin’ Up

July 29, 2005

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ave you ever wondered who leaves comments on your site? I’m sure that all of you have friends who leave comments, but there are also those whom you have never met, right? Now, don’t you wonder from time to time who they are? What they’re really like? And don’t you sometimes get the hankerin’ to meet them in the flesh?

Well, I have only met one so far, Ender. She was a person I met through other students who were studying in Japan. She ultimately matriculated to the school where I teach, and came to take a Japanese placement exam from me. When I saw her e-mail address, I thought, “Now where have I seen this name before?” Hahhahah. It was her. But she came to my site because she had met some of my students, so while it was fun to meet her, it was not that unusual.

The other day, I went to school and entered my office when I found the following note on the floor.

Again, I’m thinking, :”Where have I heard this name before?” Okay, I may sound stupid, but haven’t you ever met someone out of context and not immediately recognize the name or face? Well, I have, many times. And this time was no exception. After staring at the message for 5 minutes it finally sunk in. It’s SunJun. Hahhahahah. Damn! I wish I had been in when he came. I definitely would have liked to have met him. But unfortunately, it was not meant to be. Oh well. Maybe next time….

For now, I will be flying to LA this weekend for my elementary / jr. high class reunion. I will write about it when I get back. But perhaps more interesting is that I may get a chance to meet a couple of fellow Xangans, subscribers, as it were. I’m kinda excited to meet them–waku waku–IF I meet them. I write this now, but am afraid of a big let down. No, not them personally. I’m afraid they may not be able to make it to J-Town. How many times have I been left waiting at the altar? Not that I want to marry Vlade. Hahahhahahah!

So be cool everyone. Have a great weekend.

Meetin’ Up

July 29, 2005

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ave you ever wondered who leaves comments on your site? I’m sure that all of you have friends who leave comments, but there are also those whom you have never met, right? Now, don’t you wonder from time to time who they are? What they’re really like? And don’t you sometimes get the hankerin’ to meet them in the flesh?

Well, I have only met one so far, Ender. She was a person I met through other students who were studying in Japan. She ultimately matriculated to the school where I teach, and came to take a Japanese placement exam from me. When I saw her e-mail address, I thought, “Now where have I seen this name before?” Hahhahah. It was her. But she came to my site because she had met some of my students, so while it was fun to meet her, it was not that unusual.

The other day, I went to school and entered my office when I found the following note on the floor.

Again, I’m thinking, :”Where have I heard this name before?” Okay, I may sound stupid, but haven’t you ever met someone out of context and not immediately recognize the name or face? Well, I have, many times. And this time was no exception. After staring at the message for 5 minutes it finally sunk in. It’s SunJun. Hahhahahah. Damn! I wish I had been in when he came. I definitely would have liked to have met him. But unfortunately, it was not meant to be. Oh well. Maybe next time….

For now, I will be flying to LA this weekend for my elementary / jr. high class reunion. I will write about it when I get back. But perhaps more interesting is that I may get a chance to meet a couple of fellow Xangans, subscribers, as it were. I’m kinda excited to meet them–waku waku–IF I meet them. I write this now, but am afraid of a big let down. No, not them personally. I’m afraid they may not be able to make it to J-Town. How many times have I been left waiting at the altar? Not that I want to marry Vlade. Hahahhahahah!

So be cool everyone. Have a great weekend.

Inflamed Tendon

July 28, 2005

J0hns0nT: What’s the short story about that forearm tendon?

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he other day, I wrote a bit about working out. I used to do a lot more than i do now. But as I said, I was never big guy to begin with. so I have never been able to develop the biceps or chest or other part of the anatomy to the point that I would become the envy of other men or the focus of the ladies. But I tried. And once I tried too hard.

I have a few books and magazines on muscle development–I even have a book “written” by Gov. Arnold. Anyway, biceps is one part of the anatomy that I think every man tries to develop at one point in their life. It is such a visible representative of physical manhood–or am I full of $hit? Well, I do my barbell curls. I do my dumbell curls. I sit on an incline bench and do hammer curls (palms facing inwards). I sit at the edge of the bench, lean over with my elbow leaning against the inside of my knee and do concentration curls. One of my favorites was “21s”. With a relatively light barbell (I used to do about 40 lbs.), you extend the arm and curl halfway up 7 times, then you curl all the way up to the chest then drop it only halfway and repeat this 7 times, then you do 7 full curls for a total of 21 reps. At the right weight, this is an awesome burn…

My biceps at this point–about seven years ago–was noticeably larger than before, but it didn’t have the fullness I wanted. Upon further research, I learned that there was an exercise called a reverse curl. The effect was, like the hammer curl, to develop the outside portion of the bicep. But this was more effective because instead of palms facing inward toward the thighs, you hold a barbell with your palms down and curl. This forces the outside muscles to work harder. After a few of these, I felt like my biceps getting a bit fuller. But what i didn’t realize was that I was putting more stress on my forearm that I realized. Gripping a barbell in this manner is awkward and requires great gripping power–forearm muscles that I had not yet fully develop.

Well about a two weeks after I started these recerse curls, I was pouring myself a glass of OJ when the 2 quart carton slipped out of my left hand. My forearms had been sore for a few days, but I had dimissed it as muscle fatigue. But on that day, I couldn’t find the strength to grip a carton of juice. Frantic, I went to the doctor and she diagnosed it as an inflammation of the forearm tendon. I hurt mostly near the elbow. I had to take anti-inflammation drugs for about 3 weeks and i was urged to ice it down when I did anything that might stress the tendon. I asked what would that be, and she assured me that when it happened, I’d know.

And she was right.

Like an idiot, I continued to lift weights, avoiding exercises that required excessive gripping like high-pulleys. But regular arm curls? If the bar is resting in my the palm of my hands, I am not using any discernable gripping action. Stupid me. After working out, my arm would throb and when I touch the area it was noticeably warmer. So I learned to stop doing curls–a rock has to hit me in the head for me to understand anything–and iced it regularly. Sadly, it took about a year for it to feel relatively normal and almost two years for me to be 100%. Why so long? Because I use these tendons constantly, everytime I type. Touch your tendons on the outside of your forearms near the elbow and then wiggle your fingers as if typing. Virtually all that movement is cause by your tendons. I am not, of course, exerting it as I would when lifting weights, but it is also not getting complete “bed” rest.

Hahahaha, this “short story” turned out longer than I thought. Hope I didn’t bore anyone. The lesson to be learned is to listen to you body. If it begins to hurt, there is a reason. Obvious advice, I know, but for a guy like me, it’s the kind I needed 7 years ago…

A New Clothing Line

July 27, 2005

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ow many of you know what a narcissist I am. I write about what I want, I write about me and amy past. I dramatize it a bit to give it a bit of spice–no, I’m not talking about the jalepeno incident; that REALLY happened. (Note to Sammy: that’s as lewd as it gets.) But my life is pretty much without drama and it is truly a dull and lifeless existence I lead. Of course, this doesn’t stop me from pretending that I lead an exciting life.. but that’s a story for another day.

For today, I will address a comment left by Rie.

I’ve been gone for a week and wow you have your own t-shirt line!! Its amazing, I’ll have to buy one lol. Wouldn’t it be funny if I was wearing my Onigiriman shirt and I ran into someone that was also wearing one!

Okay, now I’ve done it. I’ve crossed the “so-narcissistic-I-can’t-stand-him” line. Hahaahhahaha. Well, Rie must have noticed the link on the main page and commented on it. Just to let you know, girl: DON’T BUY IT! Not that you were going to, of course, but just in case.

Here’s the deal.

I once made an Onigiriman coffee mug as a return present. You know, you give me a present and I will return the favor. Well, the O-man is not on a par with the San Rio line of Hello! Kitty goods, but as a gift for others to remember me, well, it was okay. Recently I heard of CafePress through golden_oceanid, decided to look into it and made a T-shirt just for the heck of it. What surprised me was that I learned that I could actually sell this $hit without any overhead or extra cost. Hahahahaha. Well, I decided to “set up shop” just for fun.

The operative word here is “fun.”

The coffe mug I made previously, as well as the T-shirt here, uses the original Onigiriman image I created a few years back, so it is fuzzy and jagged. As the original, it is the real deal but still it is, to say the least, crude. Certainly not professional, and not something you’d want to put down a Jackson for–my mark-up is nominal at $2. But it’s good enough as a novelty item for my friends.

So there. Whew, I’m glad I got that off my chest…

A New Clothing Line

July 27, 2005

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ow many of you know what a narcissist I am. I write about what I want, I write about me and amy past. I dramatize it a bit to give it a bit of spice–no, I’m not talking about the jalepeno incident; that REALLY happened. (Note to Sammy: that’s as lewd as it gets.) But my life is pretty much without drama and it is truly a dull and lifeless existence I lead. Of course, this doesn’t stop me from pretending that I lead an exciting life.. but that’s a story for another day.

For today, I will address a comment left by Rie.

I’ve been gone for a week and wow you have your own t-shirt line!! Its amazing, I’ll have to buy one lol. Wouldn’t it be funny if I was wearing my Onigiriman shirt and I ran into someone that was also wearing one!

Okay, now I’ve done it. I’ve crossed the “so-narcissistic-I-can’t-stand-him” line. Hahaahhahaha. Well, Rie must have noticed the link on the main page and commented on it. Just to let you know, girl: DON’T BUY IT! Not that you were going to, of course, but just in case.

Here’s the deal.

I once made an Onigiriman coffee mug as a return present. You know, you give me a present and I will return the favor. Well, the O-man is not on a par with the San Rio line of Hello! Kitty goods, but as a gift for others to remember me, well, it was okay. Recently I heard of CafePress through golden_oceanid, decided to look into it and made a T-shirt just for the heck of it. What surprised me was that I learned that I could actually sell this $hit without any overhead or extra cost. Hahahahaha. Well, I decided to “set up shop” just for fun.

The operative word here is “fun.”

The coffe mug I made previously, as well as the T-shirt here, uses the original Onigiriman image I created a few years back, so it is fuzzy and jagged. As the original, it is the real deal but still it is, to say the least, crude. Certainly not professional, and not something you’d want to put down a Jackson for–my mark-up is nominal at $2. But it’s good enough as a novelty item for my friends.

So there. Whew, I’m glad I got that off my chest…

Advisor at large…

July 26, 2005

I got the following question form yes05.

yes05: I love your writing. Could you tell us in detail about your process of writing? I’m sure you’ve gone through this before. I’ve always wondered where and how people got their ideas, at what time of the day, etc etc etc.

Also another question (hope you don’t mind..) any inspiration for a new college grad with a degree in humanities, one doesn’t know and doesn’t really care about what to do with his future? Or is this all about finding the *passion of life*!? And what does it take to become a teacher?

Hope to hear from you O-sensei. Thank you very much.

First of all–not to sound rude or anything–but who are you? Do I know you? You have a Xanga account, but you don’t post, and you’ve even disabled your guestbook so I couldn’t ask you this question on your site. “Who are you?” Not that I know every one of my subscribers–of whom you are not one–BUT they do offer entries that give me a glimpse into their thoughts, their lives and their feelings. As such, I am much more comfortable sharing with them than I am with a total stranger.

So I ask again, “Who are you?” Do I know you? Are you someone who had a previous Xanga and have switched? Are you incognito?

Anyway, to answer your question, I write what I feel like writing. While I do keep my readership in mind and consequently refrain from anything overtly disgusting or lewd, I will write about whatever is on my mind, whether it be about food, sports, politics, being JA/AA, my past, or questions from my subscribers. Since I am a talker, I can usually find something to say, although not everyone will find everything I write about interesting. Indeed, I have had subscribers come and go–about a hundred by now–but I will continue to write what I want. I have been told by some that since I talk from the “heart”–that is, I write about things that I have a passion for or, at any given moment, have a great interest in–I am interesting enough to keep their attention. I don’t know. Just write what you want, be articulate, and don’t worry about what others think.

As for advice to a newly graduated humanities major, I can give none, as I have no idea who you are. I would need more info to provide advice that I’d feel comfortable with. Note that I did not say good advice, because there is no such thing. Advice is only the opinion of one man or woman, one that is limited to that person’s experience. But I am comfortable giving advice to those who I think will likely benefit from my experience. Since I do not know anything about you, I cannot make that call. Sorry.