Slap me!

OK, looks like I should slap myself silly when I was talking about national pride and Chinese women soccer: they lost to Germany 0:8 in the Olympics. Still, I think they are a better deal than Chinese men (if they indeed can even cell themselves “men”) soccer; at least they are IN the Olympics. Getting foreign coach didn’t work (I even managed to get a autography from that first ever foreign coach, a German dude whose name I can’t remember, in Guangzhou long long time ago), professionalize the league didn’t work, and paying player ludicrous amount of money DEFINITELY didn’t work. In my theory, most Chinese men are simply not “man” enough to play contact sports. I will be the first one to admit it (I truly suck at soccer, by the way), but I don’t get paid handsome money to show I should play like a man on the field. Major philosophical overhaul will be needed for Chinese soccer. First of all, you’ve got to teach them that they are really man, so… play like one! Also, start feeding them more protein products (is it me, or they look awfully skinny compared to the other team?), so a gentle bump or push won’t blow them away. Lastly, let the fans decide whether they should pay for the game after the games concluded. They might be poor because of that, but at least they know why!

China lost to Japan in Asian Cup...So?

Chinese soccer (or "sucker", if you are Chinese) has been the laughing stock of the world for so many years, I can't possibly understand why people are still into it. Maybe it is about national pride (after years of humiliation, it doesn't sound like a smart proposition to me - hey, look! We sent a man to outer space!)? Maybe it is about never giving up your dream (hey, I want Bush to show a slight shred of intelligence, and Clinton to become a priest, too)? Maybe... well, let me tell you something, for national pride, there is always Chinese WOMEN soccer; as for the dream... well, you can always dream... Speaking of which, I need to run out and buy some lottery tickets so I can quit my job next Monday...

back

It has been a while since last entry. I have mostly been a lazy ass (with capital A), but I was in Far East for a while, so I guess I should excuse myself. I wish I could stay there longer; I am just not used to the overweight girls I see on a regular basis here in the states. Home...sweet...fat...home.

Here is what I was talking about in my last post... happy couple... awww.. 

Michael Moore

Did some channel surfing tonight, and that was then I ran into “the Late Night Show with Davis Letterman”. Tonight’s guests are Michael Moore (a documentary film director), and 2004 Miss Universe (some Aussie chick who is supposedly super cute… duh). I thought: OK, do I need to sit through an over-weight director of documentary films (did I mention DOCUMENTARY films?!) to get to some eye candy? As I was bitching about my back luck (and cursing at CBS at the same time), Michael Moore had already started talking to Letterman. It turned out, it was a fascinating conversation about a highly controversial film (directed my Moore, of course) “Fahrenheit 9/11”. This was the film actually won at the Cannes Film Festival (those crazy French… just when I thought they couldn’t possibly piss off Americans even more, they have out-done themselves… again!), and will be shown in theaters on June 25th. It is a film about how Bush family has been buddies with bin Laden folks for years and the tie between Bushes and the Saudi Royal family. Needless to say, I will be in line to watch this thing. Two things impressed me the most: This guy can actually make such a movie while Bush is still in the white house; and of course the very fact that Bush can do nothing to stop this movie from being released! I tip my hat to America on this one! (By the way, the ensuing interview with Miss Universe was pretty lame; Michael Moore was ten million times more interesting.)

thoughts on this weekend

It is that time of the year again - father’s day! We are being bombarded with gazillions of commercials, flyers, banners, video ad on numerous web sites (damn, it always kills my dial-up connection at home)... you name it. I have always despised the commercialization of holidays (mother's day, father's day, Halloween, and the worst of them all - Valentine's day), but I have decided to pick up a gift for my old man (my dad is 60-year-young) this year just as last year (and the year before, and the year before that...). What is wrong with this self-contradicting madness? Well, part of me thinks the commercialization of these holidays has greatly cheapened the most sacred sentiment of human being (AKA “love”); on the other hand, my parents will probably kill me if I don’t get a present (OK, they won’t, but I might kill myself when their friends tell them how great their kids are with these lavish “father’s day gifts”). To sum it up, I give nod to matter over mind, since no one really gives a crap about what I think. Okie, better get busy shopping for gifts now… watch out for another tie, dad!

yahoo 很牛X

今天打开雅虎的信箱，哗！居然有2G的容量！ 以为看花了眼， 最后发现没错。 看来雅虎为了和google的G-mail竞争， 真是豁出去了。我自然没什么好抱怨的！ 比雅虎还要牛X的是底特律活塞队， 今晚上把号称“O('Neal)K(obe)组合“，“四大天王“， "F4"的湖人队打得溃不成军。 I have heard rumors about Kobe and Yao Ming coming to Warriors next season, so I am hanging on to my slim hope... that Warriors will rise from the ashes and make me proud (ehh -- I need to check what I have been smoking in the past hour)...

Mad man from Chu is online for the first time in 2004... Well, sort of, since I didn't do too many postings in the past year... blame my lazy (and pretty) behind. Mark this date: 2004/06/14, to quote our governor (AKA Gropenator): "I will be BACK!"

啊！棒球！

今天无聊，　开车的时候听着奥克兰运动家队（Oakland A's)和西雅图水手队（Seattle Mariners)的比赛，突然有了买票看下个礼拜的球赛的冲动。　驱车直奔奥克兰体育场（Oakland Coliseum)。　停车场大门敞开着，没人收费，　我心中窃喜省下了２０块，　更加大摇大摆地把车停到了离球场最近的一个空位。　从车里刚一跳出来马上就感到了灼人的热浪，　空气似乎都被烤焦了。我晃到售票处，　前面排着的几个人议论着橄榄球，　都带着一点醉意，　脸色在下午的阳光下涨成紫红色。　我没心思听他们胡言乱语，　买了票就往回走。　看看表，时间尚早，我决定找一个没人看的门钻进球场看比赛。　原来比赛过半之后，看门的人基本上都走光了，我就堂而皇之的走了进去。比赛已经到了第７局，Oakland以十二比零遥遥领先。　我挑了一个有荫凉的地方坐下，　盯着大彩屏，　也看不清楚到实是谁在投球，谁在击球。　不过看棒球的意义不全在于此，　只要懒散的斜靠在椅背上，　感受一下纯净的蓝天，　呼吸着球场淡淡的草香和不时夹杂在空气中的啤酒的味道，　听着卖花生小贩的叫卖声和专著着打闹的孩子们的嬉戏声，打一个小盹儿，看几眼报纸，或者干脆闭上眼睛冥想，随便做什么都可以。我恍然瞥见几个真正的球迷，帽子上别满了Oakland的徽章，手里拿着记分表，戴着耳机式的收音机，神情紧张的注视着球场上的一举一动。我笑着想这毕竟还是少数，　况且...现在是十二比零啊！有冲动想对他们说:"Hey, buddy, it's just a game!"

St. Patrick's Moon

今天我才明白什么叫做皓月。 开车在Columbus Parkway没有街灯的黑路上， 愕然发现握着方向盘的手好像被抹上了一层晶莹剔透的银粉， 而树影也在车窗外亮晶晶的呼啸而过， 树林后面绵延的丘陵也在月光下向地平线的那头缓缓的流动着。 我想努力的探头寻找月亮， 但是不管我怎么伸脖子， 却总也找不到。 我忽然没有了遗憾：当我伸出赤裸的手臂， 让月那如流水般低吟的秀发轻拂着， 如何还能让我有任何的怨言？！ 今天是St. Patrick's day, 不知道爱尔兰夜空的月， 是否也如此醉人？来一杯Guinness, 莫使金樽空对月！