midlife crisis

so I hear this blurb on the radio saying that the men most likely to suffer a midlife crisis are the ones who thru their 20s & 30s are either materialistic or workaholics; either way, they wake up at some point (usually their 40s) and say "what the hell am I working for!?" Totally makes sense. I can relate at a very felt level.

then comes the whole "I want to have fun" or "I want my life to mean something/count for something" reaction and the buying of Corvettes and dating women 10 to 20 years younger.

someone else pointed out that the more adventurous/meaningful a person's life is in the 'early' years (20s,30s), the less statistically likely they are to hit this midlife crisis.

I feel like we have our Asian-Christian version of this and many many of us are in trouble of hitting this at some point. Outward reactions will be very different, but we'll hit the same issue.

Or maybe it's just me. I'm just glad to be wrestling with this to some degree now while I'm single and don't have as much of the weight/burden/guilt of going thru this while married w/ kids.

In this context, I think even Solomon may have hit this and wrote Ecclesiastes.

Time to get moving...
Time to step out in faith - afterall, the Lord is my shepherd.
"It's easier to steer a moving ship than one standing still."

Some measure of a decision by Saturday

espn art history

here's a great article - I like it cuz it mixes in sports with advertisement with a little mass-comm and even a bit of artistic interpretation.

It's about Nike taking a risk by putting Kobe Bryant on an ad with it's label on it.

Short, quick read. If you follow NBA at all, it'll be at the least intriguing.

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=neel/050727

That, and I think I'm close to making a decision for my next career experiment/move...well, I have to be, my deadline is this Saturday.

temporary template

argh, there's some problem w/ my blog - some templates get messed up on one column

this one works so I'll just use it for now...not *too* bad...

time to hang the cleats?

ok, so something happened today that's making me wonder if it isn't time to retire from softball & just stick to golf.

So Yunjae pulled this "old timers" team together for a tournament down here in SoCal. I was happy to have been invited. All during last weekend's practice and this morning, the stream of "old" jokes just kept coming - needing to stretch, needing oxygen tanks, wondering if we could throw or catch or hit anymore. But that's all they were, jokes.

Then came this morning.

Our team made 5 errors in our first game, in the FIRST INNING. Usually, a team won't do this in a whole game! We managed 5 in just one inning. And here's mine:

Batter hits a high pop fly, it's behind me so I turn and start jogging back. Soon I'm a little disoriented, but I've still got my eyes on the ball, way up high in the sky. But then my feet get crossed up for some reason and I fall on my back. but I've still got my eyes on the ball. now I'm completely on my back and I happen to be in perfect position to catch the ball right at my face.

Only I didn't.

Somehow, I missed the ball and it landed on my upper lip and teeth. ARGH! I totally botched the play. Everyone was asking "are you okay?", but despite the pain and checking if my teeth were still there, I was more embarrased & mad than anything else. NEVER in my lifetime of playing softball/baseball, have I EVER allowed a ball to hit me in the face - no bad hop, no line drive, never. And today, on routine pop fly, on my back, it happened.

It might be time to retire...
...but I probably won't. haha

best part of the day was sitting around between games & laughing at each other. good guys, good fun; a bunch of grown men just being boys again.