the bride and groom face-off
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
feist is feisty
i like that song "there is a limit to your love"
....
alalalala the truth gone upstream
alalalaa all the trouble that you give me
i know iknow iknow
only i can save me
i'll go ill go i'll go
lay down the rules
oohhhhhhhhh....
[then the heavy beat comes in : boom boom boom]
there's a limit to your love
like a waterfall
in sloooooooooooooow
motion
like a map
with no ooooooooooocean
there's a limit to your love
your love your love your luv
hehehe...
[feist marry me
there is no limit to my love]
:)
....
alalalala the truth gone upstream
alalalaa all the trouble that you give me
i know iknow iknow
only i can save me
i'll go ill go i'll go
lay down the rules
oohhhhhhhhh....
[then the heavy beat comes in : boom boom boom]
there's a limit to your love
like a waterfall
in sloooooooooooooow
motion
like a map
with no ooooooooooocean
there's a limit to your love
your love your love your luv
hehehe...
[feist marry me
there is no limit to my love]
:)
Monday, May 26, 2008
every party has a winner and a loser
one host is gonna regret
telling all they can feel at home
-Erlend Oye
from Timothy Ferris "the four-hour work week":
An american businessman took a vacation to a small coastal mexican village on doctor's orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the first morning, he walked out to the pier to clear his head. A small boat with just one fisherman had docked and inside the boat were several large yellow-finned tuna.
The american complemented the mexican on the quality of his fish.
"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American asked.
"Only a little while" the Mexican replied, in surprisingly good english.
"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish", the american then asked.
"I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends", the mexican said as he loaded them into a basket.
"But what do you do with the rest of your time?".
The mexican looked up and smiled.
"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia. And I stroll into the village each evening where i sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, senor".
The american laughed and stood tall.
"Sir, I am a harvard MBA and can help you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. In no time you could buy several boats with the increased haul, and then eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats."
He continued, "instead of selling your catch to a middle man, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening up your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, ofcourse, and move to Mexico City then to Los Angeles and eventually New York City, where you could run your expanding enterprise with proper management."
The mexican fisherman asked, "but senor, how long will all this take?"
To which the american replied, "15...20 years....25, tops".
"But what then senor?"
The american laughed and said, "that's the best part! when the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions."
"Millions, senor? Then what?"
"Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."
telling all they can feel at home
-Erlend Oye
from Timothy Ferris "the four-hour work week":
An american businessman took a vacation to a small coastal mexican village on doctor's orders. Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the first morning, he walked out to the pier to clear his head. A small boat with just one fisherman had docked and inside the boat were several large yellow-finned tuna.
The american complemented the mexican on the quality of his fish.
"How long did it take you to catch them?" the American asked.
"Only a little while" the Mexican replied, in surprisingly good english.
"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish", the american then asked.
"I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends", the mexican said as he loaded them into a basket.
"But what do you do with the rest of your time?".
The mexican looked up and smiled.
"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia. And I stroll into the village each evening where i sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life, senor".
The american laughed and stood tall.
"Sir, I am a harvard MBA and can help you. You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat. In no time you could buy several boats with the increased haul, and then eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats."
He continued, "instead of selling your catch to a middle man, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening up your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, ofcourse, and move to Mexico City then to Los Angeles and eventually New York City, where you could run your expanding enterprise with proper management."
The mexican fisherman asked, "but senor, how long will all this take?"
To which the american replied, "15...20 years....25, tops".
"But what then senor?"
The american laughed and said, "that's the best part! when the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions."
"Millions, senor? Then what?"
"Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
i got my passport!!!
woohoo, i 'm going to china.
or japan. or brazil. or africa. whereva, man. i'm fweeeeeeeeeee!
or japan. or brazil. or africa. whereva, man. i'm fweeeeeeeeeee!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
blahbidiblah
went to painting info session today.
that doesnt tell you much about my raw emotion.
it is just an event in my life.
an event that was free.
you could've gone as well if you wanted to.
any way, i insulted a sculptor.
i asked her if she was any good, basically.
haha, we all take ourselves so seriously don't i?
are artists truly the way
do we (or i) really escape the duality imposed on reality
good bad right wrong high low
can you go anywhere
like DuChamp
that doesnt tell you much about my raw emotion.
it is just an event in my life.
an event that was free.
you could've gone as well if you wanted to.
any way, i insulted a sculptor.
i asked her if she was any good, basically.
haha, we all take ourselves so seriously don't i?
are artists truly the way
do we (or i) really escape the duality imposed on reality
good bad right wrong high low
can you go anywhere
like DuChamp
Thursday, May 1, 2008
the battle for survival in America
i am searching for a good work/life balance book:
i've read "GTD: the art of stress-free productivity",
Seven Signal's "Getting Real", skimmed the "age of speed".
Yet to finish "Prefactoring" by Kevin Pugh,
and thinking about reading the "4-hour work week".
A new book is set to come out:
"Why Work Sucks and How to Fix It: No Schedules, No Meetings, No Joke--the Big Idea That's Already Transforming the Way We Work"
and one that seems so interesting:
"Simpleology: The Simple Science of Getting What You Want"
i never used to resort to self-help books so much, but uh, i feel like this guy (sometimes):
"Sure, you can work ANYTIME! If you feel like it, work on Sunday at midnight! Sure! No stress! No pressure! Just be on-call, at work, any time, or all the time. What's really silly is that business has some people buffaloed into thinking this is what they really want.
This is why I don't own a cell phone. It's GREAT being unavailable."
[ha, I found him on Amazon]
the fact is it's a war. and people need help. me, included.
maybe soon, it is time to put away the books, and grab the big guns.
i've read "GTD: the art of stress-free productivity",
Seven Signal's "Getting Real", skimmed the "age of speed".
Yet to finish "Prefactoring" by Kevin Pugh,
and thinking about reading the "4-hour work week".
A new book is set to come out:
"Why Work Sucks and How to Fix It: No Schedules, No Meetings, No Joke--the Big Idea That's Already Transforming the Way We Work"
and one that seems so interesting:
"Simpleology: The Simple Science of Getting What You Want"
i never used to resort to self-help books so much, but uh, i feel like this guy (sometimes):
"Sure, you can work ANYTIME! If you feel like it, work on Sunday at midnight! Sure! No stress! No pressure! Just be on-call, at work, any time, or all the time. What's really silly is that business has some people buffaloed into thinking this is what they really want.
This is why I don't own a cell phone. It's GREAT being unavailable."
[ha, I found him on Amazon]
the fact is it's a war. and people need help. me, included.
maybe soon, it is time to put away the books, and grab the big guns.
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