Again, sorry for the delay between posts. March in Asia is a busy time for me: Gonzaga is in the Final Four and I’m learning Karate from a weathered janitor who says he’s legit. … Sadly, I am not yet fluent in Korean. I was eager, initially, assuming upon arrival a few conversations with locals
Donghwasa Temple ***Sorry for the delay between posts. March Madness started and I have been locked in. Korean basic cable does not provide coverage, so I have had to watch on my computer. … I have a friend who recently told me that I was taking too long to get into the substance of my
Korean Baseball (Part Two: Exhibition Game) Yesterday I watched seven innings of a baseball game in Korea. The Samsung Lions played at their home stadium against a team from a city I can’t pronounce. On a brisk day, the stands were sparsely filled. It was cold, and things moved a little slower. Still, there
That “First 48” Title was catchy, I know. … Since my arrival here, a lot has happened. It has been a full two days; comprised of acclimation and observation. Some things have been disconcerting while others have been pleasant. Everything is new, though, and that is what I love. The notes below are taken from
This won’t be an ode. Not per the actual definition, anyways. I can’t form lyrics and poems are hard. Tribute below (culturally/grammatically flawed): I’ve been here for nearly a month. That is a long time. Certain people have endeared themselves to me. The views and the sounds are things I look forward to every day.
“You don’t know a good thing until it is gone.” I’ve heard people say that before. Usually they’re distressed country singers or hipsters looking for traction on Instagram. It seems to be grounded in some pretty sound logic, though. Basically, don’t overlook something that is right in front of you. Don’t take things for granted.
This is a post I wrote awhile back for a former blog endeavor. I was in my hotel gym today and a nice looking Asian couple came in and completed an intense, synchronized type lift. I was both impressed and envious. It reminded me of this post. Below is an edited, updated version of what
After about seven beers, you can go in the water. Before that, it is too cold. This morning, I tried. Like I said, too cold. The beer helped, though, because of the pee. … The water here is gorgeous. That cannot be said enough. It is a sharp blue that is unmistakably inviting. It is
Sometimes, in sports, greatness presents itself. Sometimes. It is rare. … I walked into the Okinawa Sheraton lobby-gameroom. I was better than everyone. I hadn’t played yet, but I knew it. They knew it too… … The scene is initially murky. There is a haze that forms; tangible. It is ominous and foreboding. It is
I don’t want to get into the habit of making disclaimers or opening remarks. It’s kind of like having to explain a joke after you tell it… Or the exact opposite, because this is happening on the front end. Whatever. Read my previous post (basics of meditation) if you want any background or are curious
Below is a post I had written a few months back when I had ideas of a wellness/self-help blog. I didn’t follow through with it, as I was just trying to impress a yoga instructor, but I kept the writing. I also kept meditating. As I’ve grown, it has helped me tremendously. I also just
(I didn’t take any pictures of or within the spa. That would be illegal and in general, not good form. This is a picture of me licking the face of my best friends sister.) (Okinawa, Japan) Again, I need to start with a disclaimer: In no way am I attempting to ridicule or make fun