This one at her staff party (which turned out to be a 200 person birthday party for her... kind of).


Here is a pic of my parents (the reason I went on this trip). Some people might be wondering why I went to canada so quickly, I'm not going to really get into it now but I'd like to say that Cancer is a bi$#h
I was able to meet a lot of old friends on this trip (but as always I missed some of them). Here is a shot of my good bud Dan (you may or may not recognize him from my posts on bodybuilding here earlier in the year). This man is one of the people I missed most and such a nice guy that he lent me a car for my time in Canada. I ended up seeing a lot of people on this trip, Mike, Dan, Rob, Marcus, Al, Dana, Trish, Mandy, Kurt, Deb, Dawne, and Justin. Wow, so many of them I haven't sen in years. It was good to hear about how so many of them were doing.
This next shot is of Dan's vehicle... no, this is not the one he lent me. Shoot, before visiting Canada I was actually thinking about buying a eco-car or something. being back in the land of giant vehicles though has led me in a different direction.
So long as I'm bragging about Dan, I wanted to make note of his house. Like so many other's (Mike, Marcus, Trish), I was facinated with what they have done with their places. In Korea here it is SO hard to coordinate home furnishings. I like the class in this photo and hope to have a nice flow like this through my place. Also note, Rob is building his place now and if the past is any indicator.. it's going to be impressive.
My wife never really had a dog. Not counting the puppy her dad bought her (and her mom got rid of in less than 24 hours) she has been pet-less. She had fun with my parents 13 year old terri-poo and I'm hoping that when we move into a hosue we'll be able to raise one from a pup.
Well, that's it for my trip. I'm glad I went and although it wasn't perfect... it was great seeing so many close people again. I find I'm missing Canada a lot less but my friends and family a lot more.
Odd.
The Kitchen (don't mind the clutter, I was making dinner)
The Master Bedroom (cannot seem to get a good shot of this)
The spare bedroom / office (this clutter is permanent)
The nice smoggy view (it looks better on some days)
The night time view (There were fireworks for the first two weeks we moved in)
And my dinner (my mother in law was nice enough to bring by some Korean side dishes)
To do that, we want you to think of your body as a home -- as your home. When we
started thinking about the similarities between bodies and homes, we realized
that the two have a more striking resemblance than the Olsen twins. Your house
and body are both important investments. They both provide shelter to invaluable
personal property. And they're both places you want to protect with all your
power. That's the big picture. But if we explore the comparison even more -- and
we will throughout this book -- you'll understand the relationship even better.
Your bones are the two-by-fours that support and protect the inner structure of
your home; your eyes are the windows; your lungs are the ventilation ducts; your
brain is the fuse box; your intestines are the plumbing system; your mouth is
the food processor; your heart is the water main; your hair is the lawn (some of
us have more grass than others); and your fat is all the unnecessary junk you've
stored in the attic that your spouse has been nagging you to get rid of. If you
can get past the fact that your forehead doesn't have a street number and that a
two-story brick Colonial doesn't look all that good in a bathing suit, the
similarities are remarkable -- so remarkable, in fact, that we believe you can
learn about how your body works by thinking about how your house does.
Teachers have held up Helen Keller, the blind and deaf girl who overcame her physical handicaps, as an inspiration to generations of schoolchildren. Every fifth-grader knows the scene in which Anne Sullivan spells water into young Helen's hand at the pump. At least a dozen movies and filmstrips have been made on Keller's life. Each yields its version of the same clichE. A McGraw-Hill educational film concludes: "The gift of Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan to the world is to constantly remind us of the wonder of the world around us and how much we owe those who taught us what it means, for there is no person that is unworthy or incapable of being helped, and the greatest service any person can make us is to help another reach true potential."
To draw such a bland maxim from the life of Helen Keller, historians and filmmakers have disregarded her actual biography and left out the lessons she specifically asked us to learn from it. Keller, who struggled so valiantly to learn to speak, has been made mute by history. The result is that we really don't know much about her.
Over the past ten years, I have asked dozens of college students who Helen Keller was and what she did. They all know that she was a blind and deaf girl. Most of them know that she was befriended by a teacher, Anne Sullivan, and learned to read and write and even to speak. Some students can recall rather minute details of Keller's early life: that she lived in Alabama, that she was unruly and without manners before Sullivan came along, and so forth. A few know that Keller graduated from college. But about what happened next, about the whole of her adult life, they are ignorant. A few students venture that Keller became a "public figure" or a "humanitarian," perhaps on behalf of the blind or deaf. "She wrote, didn't she?" or "she spoke" — conjectures without content. Keller, who was born in 1880, graduated from Radcliffe in 1904 and died in 1968. To ignore the sixty-four years of her adult life or to encapsulate them with the single word humanitarian is to lie by omission.
The truth is that Helen Keller was a radical socialist. She joined the Socialist party of Massachusetts in 1909. She had become a social radical even before she graduated from Radcliffe, and not, she emphasized, because of any teachings available there. After the Russian Revolution, she sang the praises of the new communist nation: "In the East a new star is risen! With pain and anguish the old order has given birth to the new, and behold in the East a man-child is born! Onward, comrades, all together! Onward to the campfires of Russia! Onward to the coming dawn!" Keller hung a red flag over the desk in her study. Gradually she moved to the left of the Socialist party and became a Wobbly, a member of the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW), the syndicalist union persecuted by Woodrow Wilson.
Here is a cool picture of us walking through the garden behind the place we got married. It's actually one of my favorites.
Here is another one, same garden, but more wrinkles. I swear that the photographer was trying to make ME look bad and Joo look good. He kept yelling at me in Konglish "SMILE!"
I think I might have to photoshop my face a bit here. ;)
And of course, here is another lovely shot of my Moonie.
For some funny reason, she had tons of shots of her "solo" but not one single cool shot of me.
Bah!
And this is the last one for today. I really liked the lighting here. Not the cleanest shot but I think it'd look nice blown up and in a frame.
Interesting stuff, no?
I am finally back from Hanoi.... I came back from hot weather, only to land in even more hot weather.... how lucky I am:)
I wanted to show a Vietnamese rainbow to Eddie.... because even I haven't seen one for a long time. I hope you guys like this one.
Before the rainbow, it rained soooooo much. The car I was in could barely move. Check out this photo I took while driving to a factory.