OK, time to hit the northern most state. Hopefully there'll be some halibut fishing or somethin' serious goin on. I'll see/talk to you guys in a few days! Enjoy life ...

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This morning, my father was on a mission. Destiny awaited him, and he was ready for it. His family couldn't do it, we'd already tried and failed. My brother earned a PlayStation 2 with his excellent academic track record, and finally cashed in on his hard work a few weeks ago. He'd been so looking forward to the game/epic saga Final Fantasy X. After a long ordeal with a memory card shortage, finally it seemed all was well. Parents were satisfied with great academic fortitude, son was happy with epic saga video game. We paid $299 for the PS2 system. Then, Micro$oft announced a $100 price maulslash on the X-Box. Unrest was felt in the gaming community. The force was now unbalanced, and something had to give. Change was impending, inevitable. Rumors and wild speculation flung about like dough in a pizza parlor. Then it happened, then the fateful day arrived ... May 14, 2002 - The price cut was announced. The PS2 is now $199. I still remember so clearly the moment I first heard the news. Sitting at my desk, getting ready for work - checking the gaming forums for the latest - expecting the typical humdrum daily announcements. And then I saw it - it hit me with the force of a stunning redhead in a black & white construct. Joy, fear, and uncertainty immediately flooded by body, and I grew dizzy with excitement. Joy at the prospect of being elligible for a 30-day price guarantee. FEAR at the chance of not receiving a tidy refund. Uncertainty as in, "oh gosh, where the waldo is the receipt??" In the twisted irony of fate - the receipt was missing. Thrown out by a careless mother, perhaps an ignorant son, only God knows ... Thus, the duty now rested upon the brave father. Armed with courage, faith, and social engineering skills - daddy headed out bright and early, 9:00 a.m., ready for an encounter with the mindless dronesemployees at Fry's Electronics. The family awaited in the following hours in what seemed like eternity ... no news is almost worse than bad news, but at least with no news there's still hope and sometimes, when hope is all you have left, its more valuable than gold - it can sustain a man and his will to live. Then - the return. The sound of the garage opening, the car's engine extinguishing with a putter, the cracking open of the door. The brave warrior takes a step into his abode. With the unique excitement that only comes in that fleeting moment prior to revelation, where the unknown comes into light, the family gathers around their leader. Quietly and gently he recounts the tale of How My Father Got Our One Hundred Bucks Back Despite Us Losing the Receipt. And we rejoiced! The enemy had been conquered, vanquished, driven back! And our daddy had come through when none of us could. Armed with a credit card receipt and the sales database at Fry's (thank the Lord for technology), my father came, saw, and conquered. And thus ... we live to see another day. Happily ever after, yada yada ...

I came upon this in a pretty roundabout way, but I think its most definently worth sharing. The following link is a list of all the last statements of Texas death row inmates who have been capitally punished. Some sober reading. Not sure how genuine some of these statements are, but I suppose when the end-of-life-as-you-know-it is minutes away, there's probably not much sense in maintaining any masks. Jason Massey

I watched Spy Game this evening, for the third time, and I gotta say, this movie rocks. Along with about 50% of the population (the ones with Y chromosomes), I used to think Brad Pitt was such a pretty boy weaknut. Then, after awesome showings in Snatch, Fight Club, and Spy Game, I completely retract my previous opinion of the man. In fact, he's since become one of my favorite actors, if not my favorite. Here's why: in these movies, he's consistently rugged, not muscle bound, but skinny, sinewy, seriously tough, and completely unaware of pain. Not a mashochist, just ... unphazed. I love the scene when Robert Redford first meets Brad Pitt in Spy Game, in Vietnam. Pitt is a boy scout turned military sniper - totally unapologetic, not in the least bit out to please, unashamed of his background and who he is, all summed up in an undeliberate and steadily intense gaze. Redford, too, is a man's man in his own way - wiley and weasily veteran, intensely sneaky and intuitive, cold blooded in his manipulation of situations and people, smart, creative, charming. Again, completely unapologetic. Unconcerned with formal protocol and rules of engagement. Unafraid to be dangerous. Perhaps the ladies who were turned on to Brad from the beginning saw something that us guys overlooked about being a hero? Hehe, or maybe they just thought he was a really good lookin chap. That always seems to help. One thing in particular that I really really appreciate about my time in college around the fellas was this - the tremendous appetite for life, laughter, and adventure I find in my friends. They pursue excitement in this lifetime to the fullest of their energies - as said - "All men die, few men ever really live." In my college friends I find a group of people who are unafraid of risk, unafraid to take a loss to push the envelope of excitement for the now - gamblers at heart indeed. The implementation of which I believe is ultimately flawed, but the heart behind which I truly appreciate and learn from, and I think, for better or for worse, has become a part of me. Allow me to quote a line or two from the Dirty Ratz webpage - pardon the french, but I think this pretty much sums it up: Question 1:The name suggests that all of you guys are DIRTY. Is that true?? Yes, by heart, we are all dirty. We embrace our dirtiness and use it for good rather than evil. Of course, some men are Dirtier than others. Question 2: How do I get to be a DirtyRat?? There are no membership dues or physical requirements that might suggest that you are a DirtyRat (maybe a T-shirt coming soon). You just have to have a Dirty aura about you. Our Dirty trips are great initiation tools for the beginners and are one of the requirements to be a Dirty Ratz. Follow some experienced DirtyRatz around and observe their movements, gestures and actions. Learn and marvel at the Level of Dirty they've mastered. Remember, being a DirtyRat is a 24/7 occupation. It is not for the faint of heart!! Consider carefully before take your next step to Dirtiness. Question 3: What are the requirements for a DirtyRat? One of the most important requirements is the ability to say "fuck it, let's do it". Allow me to demonstrate. A fellow Dirty Rat comes up to you and says, "Our next Dirty mission is to go sky diving. You down?" You are thinking to yourself, "i'm afraid of heights, i'm broke as a joke, and I want to live ....blah...blah...blah...." Whatever weaknut. This is very critical. If you can say "fuck it, let's do it" without hesitation then you're are a true Dirty Rat at heart. Remember, all men are not created equal, some men are Dirtier than others. It's OK to back down. With that, I leave you with some images of God's own creation, and our appreciation of it: Beautiful waterfall at yosemite. One of my favorite pics. Cong & I. More to come later ...

The weekend is here! Summer is here! This will be an excellent weekend.

At the end of this month, I'm going to Alaska for a week-long vacation. I can't wait ... to see the great open skies. The vastness of the land, the chill in the air that pierces the skin and reminds you that you're still so very much alive. I want to fish. Maybe challenge a sea otter to a one-on-one fight to the death. Who would you put your money on, me or the otter? What's up sea otter? Who's your daddy? Time to meet your maker buddy.  You appoint darkness and it becomes night,  In which all the beasts of the forest prowl about.  The young lions roar after their prey  And seek their food from God.  You turn man back into dust  And say, "Return, O children of men."  For a thousand years in Your sight  Are like yesterday when it passes by,  Or as a watch in the night.  You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep;  In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.  In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew;  Toward evening it fades and withers away.  For He Himself knows our frame;  He is mindful that we are but dust.  As for man, his days are like grass;  As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.  When the wind has passed over it, it is no more,  And its place acknowledges it no longer.  But the lovingkindness of the LORD  is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him,  And His righteousness to children's children. Happy birthday to Byung Rhee! He's turning 22 today!

He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end. -Ecclesiastes 3:11

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Alrighty. Greetings everyone! Today, I had to take in the car for brake service, so I got a Z3 loaner. During lunch. I put the top down and couldn't get it back up. Oh well. Quite fun though! Last night, after the Y, I stopped by First Baptist for a Watermark coffee house. Had a wonderfully awesome time. Here are some things I learned while there: 1) One of the most truly beautiful things in the earth is a glimpse of a soul captured by God. A heart so completely grasped by the Almighty, in such surrender and close communion with God - hardly any form of beauty could rival this. 2) The most meaningful and consequential way to pursue and practice friendships is through the eyes and heart of God. To lift them heavenward, to earnestly and consistently desire the will of God for their lives, to see them through the eyes of eternity, to plead with the Almighty for their souls - this is love. 3) The depth of love of God is deeper than the deepest ocean. The width of the love of God is wider than the widest ocean.