Wednesday, December 31, 2008

The Passing of the Year

By Robert William Service



My glass is filled, my pipe is lit,
My den is all a cosy glow;
And snug before the fire I sit,
And wait to feel the old year go.
I dedicate to solemn thought
Amid my too-unthinking days,
This sober moment, sadly fraught
With much of blame, with little praise.

Old Year! upon the Stage of Time
You stand to bow your last adieu;
A moment, and the prompter's chime
Will ring the curtain down on you.
Your mien is sad, your step is slow;
You falter as a Sage in pain;
Yet turn, Old Year, before you go,
And face your audience again.

That sphinx-like face, remote, austere,
Let us all read, whate'er the cost:
O Maiden! why that bitter tear?
Is it for dear one you have lost?
Is it for fond illusion gone?
For trusted lover proved untrue?
O sweet girl-face, so sad, so wan
What hath the Old Year meant to you?

And you, O neighbour on my right
So sleek, so prosperously clad!
What see you in that aged wight
That makes your smile so gay and glad?
What opportunity unmissed?
What golden gain, what pride of place?
What splendid hope? O Optimist!
What read you in that withered face?

And You, deep shrinking in the gloom,
What find you in that filmy gaze?
What menace of a tragic doom?
What dark, condemning yesterdays?
What urge to crime, what evil done?
What cold, confronting shape of fear?
O haggard, haunted, hidden One
What see you in the dying year?

And so from face to face I flit,
The countless eyes that stare and stare;
Some are with approbation lit,
And some are shadowed with despair.
Some show a smile and some a frown;
Some joy and hope, some pain and woe:
Enough! Oh, ring the curtain down!
Old weary year! it's time to go.

My pipe is out, my glass is dry;
My fire is almost ashes too;
But once again, before you go,
And I prepare to meet the New:
Old Year! a parting word that's true,
For we've been comrades, you and I --
I thank God for each day of you;
There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye!

Monday, December 29, 2008

more ramblings

-ultimate season is starting. ooo rah.
-Some Negatives of Gemini:
Renown for their duel personalities, their moods can change from moment to moment. Having a somewhat quick temper. Sometimes will argue just for the sake of arguing, and can be somewhat fickle at times.

too true.
-worst match for Gemini is Virgo

These are not the two signs made in zodiac heaven. Gemini is too calculating and logical, while the Virgo mate is critical and demanding. Virgo will find themselves at constant odds with their Gemini’s trait of the never ending desire for change. But do not despair most often there is a mutual desire to want the same things in life, such as friends, family and associates who engage them in their intellectual and artistic pursuits.

-postscript: hahaha, shiou jie, we both want musicians from virginia...and #8

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

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mmm, might be too big for the blog. click it. check it out.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Were I to Wring a Rag

—no matter how much
muscle I might have
mustered—my mother
was like to come along
behind, reach around
me to take it up again
from where I'd left it,
lift it back into my line
of vision and in one
practiced motion from
that strangle in her bare
hands and thin air work
a second miraculous
stream of silver dishwash
into the day's last gleam ...


by Todd Heap



So true. Countless times.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Zheng shiou jie de ge

This is a song for the one that I love
I haven’t met them yet
But I’m quietly confident

Although what if like you said
All I’m looking for
It doesn’t exist
Oh I have to believe it does

Cause it’s okay to fall down
It’s okay to crumble
I’ve seen this before
I have seen this before

And you said you wanted to crawl down deep inside
But at this point of the last year I am happy to be alive and

Like that good Hole album
I could live through this
I can live through worse
So play it back in reverse
Oh play it back in reverse

Cause it’s okay to fall down
It’s okay to crumble
I’ve seen this before
I have seen this before and

You wanna camp out and I wanna screw around
In the dark
In the dark

But my hips won’t give anything away
Not tonight not to you
but I think we both know you will stay

And I am surprised how this fits together
I’m surprised how we fit together
And that I will remember
Oh and that I will remember

Cause It’s okay to fall down
It’s okay to crumble
I’ve seen this before
I have seen this before
And you wanna camp out and I wanna fuck around
In the dark
In the dark

But you need to know I’d do this all again
Just to get where I am
Just to get where I am
And I let you know I’d do it all again
Just to get where I am
Just to get where I am

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Kaki King

Simply amazing. I think I'm in love.

She play's guitar like no one I've ever seen. Saying it's like a smoothie with two scoops Thao-ish folk strumming, one cup of Priscilla Ahn loop machining, and a hint of Rodrigo y Gabriella instrumental tapping flavor would be the understatement of the week. She's as musically talented as the best of them.

Back to musing. Yea, whatever. Glimpses. It will have to do. Inspiration comes and goes, but I'll make lemonade. I'm going to play this one pretty close to the chest. An extremely high risk-reward situation and I'm going to pull the trigger. Hopefully I'm still motivated when the time comes. Oh, mysterious nameless. I hate thee like ice cream. Should I undergo apoptosis under the uncertainty? Tissue engineering sucks.

On a side note, here's some indexed genius from ms. hagy.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Flight 180, Bishop Allen

it's like you took the giant christmas tree
at rockafella center and
you spread it paper thin
but you were careful not to break a bulb
and then you mirrored it a million fold
to shine
and shine
and shine along

and there's a tap on my knee
bring up your seat back please, she says
but I know she means
if you feel like dancing
dance with me

some of the lights below
shine directly on the people I know
their lives take such strange shapes
but how together they appear from above
I guess that could be love
my friends
my friends
I'm coming home

and then the captain speaks
it's clear and 44 degrees
but I know he means
if you feel like dancing
dance with me

but I been out past the lights
where the jagged black begins
i let my heels sink in the sand
and the ocean sucked it's teeth
and the cold cuts through my feet
and stretched out on and on and on

how disconnected I can feel on the ground
it's like I'm shining all alone
and i don't wanna be
so
before i go to bed tonight
i'll signal up to the passing flight
hit the lights
the lights
the lights
the lights

and now the man in the middle seat
recites the times tables audibly
but i know he means
if you feel like dancing
dance with me
if you feel like dancing
dance with me


They also did a wonderful recording for Daytrotter Sessions. Find it here.

Friday, December 5, 2008

By Craig Arnold

from A Place of First Permission

AT a still point of the turning floor
there is a dancer you would know her
even across a crowded room
the way she sways is so familiar
She weaves with the easiness and grace
of someone so completely in
possession of her body the beat
she lays down with her hands and feet
is all that keeps the cosmos in its groove

She is a lash of flame
spiraled to fire-colored hair
Her hands unfold a flower out of the air
If you reached out to take it if you came
closer you would liquefy like wax
pooled in a candle's crater you would spill
past possibility of shame
She says
Smoke me a bass line to go with that
thick as blackstrap molasses she says
Give me the buzz of oboe between your lips
the tingling tambourines the sweet
percussive patter of palm on palm she says
The whole world is poured into the deep bowl of my hips

Now get on up she says and shake
the creases out of your clothes she says
Your life is nothing but the thread
you spin behind you every step
a turn a loop a figure-eight
until the day that blind witch Fate
opens her scissors and snips you dead

What would you do if you could take it
between your fingers if you could feel
every knot and snag and tangle
loosen and gather softly round the spool
What would you do with such permission
how far would you wind it what decision
you made or didn't make

You can sit the next one out together
here at this table you can share
a glass of white vermouth pretend it's absinthe
green as venom green as Eden
seawater wormwood pine-needle
and watch the dramas and the comedies
playing around you you can ease
into one of those silences
that never feel the need to fill
And you can say what you've been so afraid
to put in words what's tied your tongue
for years of useless reasons and excuses
the apology you never made

Love from you I learned
to dance you taught me with your body
and not words your movement answered
mine and mine yours you gave me back
to my own body we passed between us
all the speechless gestures of admiration
of those early in love who aren't yet
careful to say so much and no further

But each time we kissed you kept your lips
closed however much I pleaded
Open the petals of your mouth for me
you never let them part I thought your heart
too was closed I was afraid to see
how happily you would have offered
everything had I done the same

Love forgive me all I've given
has been a form of taking
talking over a table of scarred wood
talking always about the table
I've held out my hand and drawn it back
in case you took it always afraid
to take away the table altogether

You laid a coal on my lips you made me
bend my chromatic into blue
You taught me how to spin my line
back and forth in a broken prayer
and give it to the all-assuming air
Now here it is my gift to you
if you will take it oh my Ariadne
my muse my lady jane my valentine

She takes your hand her thumb circles
lightly over the backs of your fingers
How have you never noticed
the sweetest galaxy of freckles
scattered across the fine skin of her wrist

Outside the ragged trickle of the rain
the dark snarl of branches the blades of grass
bend and flutter caught in the wind
that sweeps over the wake you leave behind
As if it all were bowing briefly
toward your passage nodding as if to say
Yes you're going to get away
with everything

As if the dancers
happy or disappointed loving or leaving
their voices the red velvet curtain
swaying from side to side the broken glass
the girl you loved and you and the whole train
were nothing but a line of thread
licked twisted drawn through
the eye of a needle and slowly pulled
another stitch in the cloth of the world
that is all stitches a piece of string
lost in the weave never to be untangled

Look did you see it
The eye blinks
and the bud of the moment blows open
shakes off its sleepy petals
and you are sitting there
listening to a girl in a pink sweater
gossip into a phone
and she gets off
at the next stop (there is no keeping her)
leaving a dimpled seat a hole
shaped like her in the air a long blonde hair

and the smell of rain in wet wool

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Voice, Distant, Still Assembling

Voice, Distant, Still Assembling
Mark Irwin

Walking farther there, I am glad we
age slowly, discovering now in memory
similar frontiers of a physical world, visiting
as though for the first time
ruins of a once great city, yet novel


in the crumbling light. We trip
and stumble, unaware, youthful in the obscurity
of shadow, a kind of spring
in itself. Itself, where I touch places, gone, often
confused to find a new home
not torn and built of green
, but of a crumbling


orange, and there, there, as though walking
through fire, taking pleasure in the fleeting
walls and lingering agoras, I glimpse
ghost bodies and caress the flesh
boats of their past as I walk toward
what could be mountains or oceans, till finally
I am swimming through the lit window of a name.



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happy thanksgiving everyone! Gobble. Gobble.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

A Window of an Instant, by Daniel Brown

A Window of an Instant

I'm striding down the avenue,
And rapidly at that,
When my progress runs me up against
An intersection at

The crux of which, depending from
A stanchion overhead,
An all-commanding traffic light
Presents two disks of red:

One to the way that crosses, one
To the way that favors me;
A situation sure to change
Momentarily.

Very little time. But time
Enough for one of those
Windows of an instant with
The power to disclose

Something at my core of cores
(Hence normally unseen)
In my assuming mine's the way
That's not to get the green.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

A better me than me

Warm Hands
-An Horse


I’m not really scared
I just like the way that those words sound when
they fall from my mouth
and I say them too you louder love
Sometimes my hands
clap louder than everyone else
But that’s the way it stands
Cause I want to clap the loudest

But I got scared
That you might be a better me than me
Yeah I got so scared
That you might be a better me than me

You can take my socks
but you damn well better leave my gloves
Cause I need my hands to be warm like everybody else’s
Once my hands are warm
I can give them to you and then say
Please do all you can
well my fingerprints will stay the same

But I got so scared
That you might be a better me than me
Yeah I got so scared
That you might be a better me than me

We know someone that got so scared at the supermarket and you were there
And I get to hold their hand
cause they’ll get scared again
and they’ll get scared again

But I'm not really scared
I'm not really scared
I'm not really scared
I'm not really scared
I'm not really scared
I'm not really scared
I'm not really scared

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Build Up

First tournament this past weekend. I played extremely inconsistently and my head was really in the game only against stanford. I must become better as a cutter and adjust my quick dancing insta-open handler jukes into longer honest check-mark cuts. My defense was ok, but i did get roasted by Matty, Scardato, and chico state handler, but returned them the favor when i was on offense :D. A fair plus/minus differential i guess... I scored a fair amount but ehn, wasnt that impressed with myself except on a few hucks. I did have one good upline defensive stop that lead to a break against stanford which was a positive. I know i can compete on this level now. I just got to put my mind to it 100% of the time, and not just against top level competition.

I also need to work on my consistency and decision making. Having the discipline to dump the disc and not force it. I made that critical error in a tide game for rookies but still...discipline. Another point is play calling. I completely blanked out when Dollar said to call a play when i picked up after a turn and I called ninja (just to call a play) knowing myself that it was not a viable play option since Kattan was lined up on my break side. Aish, mental lapse. Gotta be chilly and more comfortable. This tournament was good overall and I know I need to be more aggressive. Instead of expecting the disc and receiving it (as a handler), want the disc and get open to receive it (as a cutter). Gotta fake more. I didn't have any drops though so that was good. but yes, whoa oh on decision making and confidence.

In lieu of my indecisiveness, a song by the Kings of Convenience and my love, Feist.

The Build Up

The build-up lasted for days
Lasted for weeks
Lasted too long

Our hero withdrew
When there was two
He could not choose one
So there was none

Worn into the vaguely announced
Worn into the vaguely announced

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant till it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant till it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant till it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off
When to get off
When to get off
When to get off

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

one year ago...

Hey Coppa,

I want to thank you for committing so much time to Ice when you're so busy with school, its sweet to have you out there during track workouts to burn all of us. As you know we're looking to shave the base roster size down to 25 or so and subsequently the coaches will be watching your play much more closely over the next couple weeks. Don't be afraid to ask them questions either cuz that's what they're there for. Here are some of your strengths and weaknesses as far as I can see:

Strengths: solid forehand, great endurance, good speed and quickness, you don't panic easily

Weaknesses: your height, backhand?, ability to "take over"

Your build forces you to fill a specific role on the team: quick handler. I think that the main thing you can do over the next few weeks to impress the coaches is to embrace that role and be the best you can be within that role. That means that you should keep working on your breaks, both forehand and backhand. Also, you should play around with some give and go plays since you're so quick. This will allow you to take over when the disc is stalled back with our handlers. Feel free to ask the coaches how they think you can best serve the team at the handler position.

Let me know if you have any questions, comments or if you think i'm wrong. Let the coaches know too.

Dibs

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From my point of view you need to be mistake free and get a little more agressive. If you can limit silly turnovers you should be fine. Another thing you should focus on is becoming a shut down defensive player. With your speed you should be able to frustrate anyone who steps on the field against you.

-Kevin Stuart

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

marianne boroch

since it rained today and I couldnt bike because of it...

[Note the sky, the voice said. Some say]
by marianne boroch

Note the sky, the voice said. Some say
the poem can read it. One line might start
the cloud thing. It's possible nimbus
means quick, that cumulous layers up

a lifetime of sorrow. But they all black out.
And release their rain. Their pyromaniacs
do lightning down, in a jag, a razorblade.
Stop! she said. I know all this. Jeez.

Because it rains, the voice said. It's raining
right now. And somehow that river
takes back those tears. But fish are key,
fish so stupid about it, their dull glittering

where it's shallow and light gets through.
Light? she said, you said clouding up a storm.
You said the world goes dark. What else
in there I can't see? All this roundabout.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Mistaken for Strangers

You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
as long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
carry a blindfolded man through the trees
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

-The National

excellent song. good times. confusing times.
club nationals are coming! Go revolver and ironside and mischief!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Its the same world.

I remember seeing her at che cafe second year. Heavenly. She is definitely one of my favorites. She keeps me company and sane when I'm on the 8th floor of geisel.

A Good Start, Maria Taylor

You're one with the burden of intuition
You're one with the freedom of a blank stare
You're one with the best friend you lost
You wish was still there
You're one with the dust on that old piano
You're one with the strings on your new guitar
You're one with wind through the open window
You are

It was a faint line that brought you here
And a pulse that kept you in time
It was the comfort of a tradition
But the fear that you were not that kind
And it's a shame now, baby
You can't see yourself in everything you're running from
And it's the same world, honey
That has brought you down
As the one that's gonna pick you up
And pick you up

You're one with the echoes of conversation
You're one with the strangers you overheard
You're one with the lesson
That was the best one you learned

It was a faint line that brought you here
And a pulse that kept you in time
It was the comfort of a tradition
But the fear that you were not that kind
But you are
And it's a shame now, baby
You can't see yourself in everything you're running from
And it's the same world, honey
That has brought you down
As the one that's gonna pick you up
And pick you up

It was a long dark sleepy morning walk
And you fell down facing up
It was a good start
It was a good start
It was a long dark sleepy morning walk
And you fell down facing up
It was a good start
It was a good start

And it's a shame now, baby
You can't see yourself in everything you're running from
And it's the same world, honey
That has brought you down
As the one that's gonna pick you up
And it's a shame now, baby
You can't separate yourself from where you stood
And it's the same world, honey
Made you feel so bad
As the one that makes you feel so good
Feel so good


and finally,

Monday, October 20, 2008

Carlos Castaneda

The Teachings of Don Juan

A man goes to knowledge as he goes to war, wide awake, with fear, with respect, and with absolute assurance. Going to knowledge or going to war in any other manner is a mistake, and whoever makes it will live to regret his steps.
When a man has fulfilled those four requisites there are no mistakes for which he will have to account; under such conditions his acts lose the blundering quality of a fool's acts. If such a man fails, or suffers a defeat, he will have lost only a battle, and there will be no pitiful regrets over that.
* * *
A man of knowledge is one who has followed truthfully the hardships of learning, a man who has, without rushing or without faltering, gone as far as he can in unraveling the secrets of power and knowledge. To become a man of knowledge one must challenge and defeat his four natural enemies.
When a man starts to learn, he is never clear about his objectives. His purpose is faulty; his intent is vague. He hopes for rewards that will never materialize for he knows nothing of the hardships of learning.
He slowly begins to learn--bit by bit at first, then in big chunks. And his thoughts soon clash. What he learns is never what he pictured, or imagined, and so he begins to be afraid. Learning is never what one expects. Every step of learning is a new task, and the fear the man is experiencing begins to mount mercilessly, unyieldingly. His purpose becomes a battlefield.
And thus he has stumbled upon the first of his natural enemies: fear! A terrible enemy--treacherous, and difficult to overcome. It remains concealed at every turn of the way, prowling, waiting. And if the man, terrified in its presence, runs away, his enemy will have put an end to his quest and he will never learn. He will never become a man of knowledge. He will perhaps be a bully, or a harmless, scared man; at any rate, he will be a defeated man. His first enemy will have put an end to his cravings.
It is not possible for a man to abandon himself to fear for years, then finally conquer it. If he gives in to fear he will never conquer it, because he will shy away from learning and never try again. But if he tries to learn for years in the midst of his fear, he will eventually conquer it because he will never have really abandoned himself to it.
Therefore he must not run away. He must defy his fear, and in spite of it he must take the next step in learning, and the next, and the next. He must be fully afraid, and yet he must not stop. That is the rule! And a moment will come when his first enemy retreats. The man begins to feel sure of himself. His intent becomes stronger. Learning is no longer a terrifying task.
When this joyful moment comes, the man can say without hesitation that he has defeated his first natural enemy. It happens little by little, and yet the fear is vanquished suddenly and fast. Once a man has vanquished fear, he is free from it for the rest of his life because, instead of fear, he has acquired clarity--a clarity of mind which erases fear. By then a man knows his desires; he knows how to satisfy those desires. He can anticipate the new steps of learning and a sharp clarity surrounds everything. The man feels that nothing is concealed.
And thus he has encountered his second enemy: Clarity! That clarity of mind, which is so hard to obtain, dispels fear, but also blinds. It forces the man never to doubt himself. It gives him the assurance he can do anything he pleases, for he sees clearly into everything. And he is courageous because he is clear, and he stops at nothing because he is clear. But all that is a mistake; it is like something incomplete. If the man yields to this make-believe power, he has succumbed to his second enemy and will be patient when he should rush. And he will fumble with learning until he winds up incapable of learning anything more. His second enemy has just stopped him cold from trying to become a man of knowledge. Instead, the man may turn into a buoyant warrior, or a clown. Yet the clarity for which he has paid so dearly will never change to darkness and fear again. He will be clear as long as he lives, but he will no longer learn, or yearn for, anything.
He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him anymore. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power.
He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him. But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!
Power is the strongest of all enemies. And naturally the easiest thing to do is to give in; after all, the man is truly invincible. He commands; he begins by taking calculated risks, and ends in making rules, because he is a master.
A man at this stage hardly notices his third enemy closing in on him. And suddenly, without knowing, he will certainly have lost the battle. His enemy will have turned him into a cruel, capricious man, but he will never lose his clarity or his power.
A man who is defeated by power dies without really knowing how to handle it. Power is only a burden upon his fate. Such a man has no command over himself, and cannot tell when or how to use his power.
Once one of these enemies overpowers a man there is nothing he can do. It is not possible, for instance, that a man who is defeated by power may see his error and mend his ways. Once a man gives in he is through. If, however, he is temporarily blinded by power, and then refuses it, his battle is still on. That means he is still trying to become a man of knowledge. A man is defeated only when he no longer tries, and abandons himself.
He has to come to realize that the power he has seemingly conquered is in reality never his. He must keep himself in line at all times, handling carefully and faithfully all that he has learned. If he can see that clarity and power, without his control over himself, are worse than mistakes, he will reach a point where everything is held in check. He will know then when and how to use his power. And thus he will have defeated his third enemy.
The man will be, by then, at the end of his journey of learning, and almost without warning he will come upon the last of his enemies: Old age! This enemy is the cruelest of all, the one he won't be able to defeat completely, but only fight away.
This is the time when a man has no more fears, no more impatient clarity of mind--a time when all his power is in check, but also the time when he has an unyielding desire to rest. If he gives in totally to his desire to lie down and forget, if he soothes himself in tiredness, he will have lost his last round, and his enemy will cut him down into a feeble old creature. His desire to retreat will overrule all his clarity, his power, and his knowledge.
But if the man sloughs off his tiredness, and lives his fate though, he can then be called a man of knowledge, if only for the brief moment when he succeeds in fighting off his last, invincible enemy. That moment of clarity, power, and knowledge is enough.

Anything is one of a million paths. Therefore you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if you feel you should not follow it, you must not stay with it under any conditions. To have such clarity you must lead a disciplined life. Only then will you know that any path is only a path and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you to do. But your decision to keep on the path or to leave it must be free of fear or ambition. I warn you. Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary.
This question is one that only a very old man asks. Does this path have a heart? All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. They are paths going through the bush, or into the bush. In my own life I could say I have traversed long long paths, but I am not anywhere. Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn't. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it. The other will make you curse your life. One makes you strong; the other weakens you.

Before you embark on any path ask the question: Does this path have a heart? If the answer is no, you will know it, and then you must choose another path. The trouble is nobody asks the question; and when a man finally realizes that he has taken a path without a heart, the path is ready to kill him. At that point very few men can stop to deliberate, and leave the path. A path without a heart is never enjoyable. You have to work hard even to take it. On the other hand, a path with heart is easy; it does not make you work at liking it.
I have told you that to choose a path you must be free from fear and ambition. The desire to learn is not ambition. It is our lot as men to want to know.
The path without a heart will turn against men and destroy them. It does not take much to die, and to seek death is to seek nothing.

For me there is only the traveling on the paths that have a heart, on any path that may have a heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge for me is to traverse its full length. And there I travel--looking, looking, breathlessly.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Labor, by Baron Wormser

Labor

I spent a couple of years during my undestined
Twenties on a north woods acreage
That grew, as the locals poetically phrased it,
"Stones and rocks." I loved it.

No real insulation in the old farmhouse,
Which meant ten cords of hardwood,
Which meant a muscled mantra of cutting,
Yarding, splitting, stacking and burning.

I was the maul coming down kerchunk
On the round of maple; I was the hellacious
Screeching saw; I was the fire.
I was fiber and grew imperceptibly.

I lost interest in everything except for trees.
Career, ambition and politics bored me.
I loved putting on my steel-toe, lace-up
Work boots in the morning. I loved the feel

Of my feet on grass slick with dew or frost
Or ice-skimmed mud or crisp snow crust.
I loved the moment after I felled a tree
When it was still again and I felt the awe

Of what I had done and awe for the tree that had
Stretched toward the sky for silent decades.
On Saturday night the regulars who had worked
In the woods forever mocked me as I limped into

The bar out on the state highway. "Workin' hard
There, sonny, or more like hardly workin'?"
I cradled my bottle between stiff raw hands,
Felt a pinching tension in the small of my back,

Inhaled ripe sweat, damp flannel,
Cheap whiskey then nodded—a happy fool.
They grinned back. Through their proper
Scorn I could feel it. They loved it too.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

an horse

Company


Please put on that record again
and I will put on that shirt you've been
wearing around
you've been wearing around
it’s times like this I think too much
it’s times like this I think too much
oh please don't think too much
oh please don't think too much

cause I can’t let you in
cause these walls have been built
no I can’t let you in
cause these wall have been built

but you said I’m out on a ledge
come stand with me
I need the company
I need the company

My face has turned red
But it’s not from something you just said
Oh I’m blushing on the inside
It’s those damn green eyes
And panel by panel and piece by piece this all fits together but its not what you think
Oh there I go again
Oh there I go again

You said I’m out on a ledge
Come stand with me
I need the company
I need the company and
I'm trying to get you in
I'm trying to get you over and
I'm trying to get you in
I'm trying to get you over and
I'm trying to be brave
I'm trying to be brave
I'm trying to be brave
I'm trying to be brave

But you’re listing to every word I say and I’m trying not to give it away
I like to keep my cards so close
You like to keep that console on
And all my broken hearts
and all my forgettable false starts
well you can have them right now
but you better not look away
You can have 'em right now but you better not look away
this me tying to be brave
You can have 'em right now but you better not look away
this is me tyring to be brave

Thursday, August 28, 2008

How bad do you want it?

I’m deciding here, right now that I want to go to medical school. I’m going to think long term and it is what I think I really want to do in the future. For the right reasons? Because it’s cool to be a doctor? Because I want to treat people and help? Because I want to prove to myself I can do it?

I just got “scolded” (if you will) by my boss, mentor, friend Weg. I’ve never met someone more intense or more hardworking. He keeps asking me if I want to go. How badly do I want it? The correct answer is: I’ll do absolutely everything it takes. From here on out, I will do everything it takes. I want to be a doctor. And not just to get into some low ranked school. I want to get into a reputable program.

I currently live too much for the moment. Any glimpse of fun, moment of pleasure, fleeting high I take it up. In moderation, these are ok, but I’ve been doing too much that I cannot handle getting to my goal. Party hard sure, but study your ass off. Work your hardest, and prepare for the worst. Be responsible. Be competitive. Reality check.

Med school won’t happen magically. I’m in this mode right now where I feel I’ll magically get good grades the next two years, get an amazing mcat score, and get numerous publications. Weg can help me only so much. He said “I’ll help you, but don’t waste my time.”

There is only yes or no. Black or white. You want it, or you don’t. And I want it. And I’m going to do it.

“Did you expect to do this well?” “You have to, otherwise you won’t.”

I have to want it. That nothing will stand in my way. That nothing can stop me. Is there any better feeling than knowing you are the best, that you are on top, or that you’ve achieved your goal?

Before I left lab, I saw the Jocelyn Chen walk in to turn in something to Weg. I introduced myself to her and she waltzed on by seemingly forgetting about me right away. In the grand scheme I did not matter. But to me, she matters so much. She was the number one BENG student from her year and got into Hopkins med school. She is an example of someone just as intense as Weg. She gets what she wants and works so hard. Aish.

I know once I give my life to this goal, I’ll have to give up things. I don’t want to give up ultimate or lab. I’ll be in the library studying, and playing ultimate to relax and working in lab to get my publications, and the weekly 3 hours on Friday to party.

I have to stop caring about what people think of me. Well, more importantly however, care a bit about what the people you respect think. Do what you want. Like what you do. Life is good.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

thursday next

The Loom


I drowned in sleep.
And once my lungs were gills,
I watched my liquid shadow,
fathoms deep,
Weave through a trembling warp
of light and hope
a weft that kills.

No working hand
Had anything to do
with how the sea
Hurled itself in salt against the sand,
or how unfeelingly
The shore forgot to be the land
and mimed the sea . . .

Or how, under the dream,
One tightening thread
Gathered those crooked strokes of light
into a beam
Through which I rose—not quite
from the dead—
more from the blame

Fanned out in
Microshards of extinct species
threatening my head—
Motes that might have been
curses, or killer faces,
Had they not welcomed me, as I woke,
with human voices.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Friendship is...

Friendship is like wetting your pants. People can see, but only you can feel it.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Wanted

Mmm, "Wanted" the latest summer blockbuster starring angelina and some new guy who kinda looks like shia le bouf. Pretty interesting and with acceptable action scenes i guess. I had numerous thoughts about this movie. It was a kinda weird movie with interesting ideas.

-The main character (who was a terrible character. he was kinda dumb and angry. but is it how anyone would feel in that situation. maybe??), along with the rest of the assassins all have this increased alertness you get like when youre on crack or something. It's what makes them super skilled because they can shoot wings off flies and curve bullets around objects. It takes incredible talent and practice to become that acute at shooting and it would indeed be impressive if there were those that could actually do this. Unfortunately, i haven't seen any...but i wish i have. Like some weird Cirque du Soleil act perhaps.

This "increased alertness" was related to the characters "anxiety" level where the character would become stronger when emotionally unstable. (like hulk) It would make them able to see bullets or anything moving at an incredible speed appear as objects floating in slow motion.

-The movie questions fate and belief. It touched on trust, destiny, the monotony of life, religion and all sorts of weird interesting issues. Self consciousness and how you want others to perceive you. I was high and i might have been over thinking a lot of shit. There was also a repeating motif of a new agent being used as a key for an assassination of that specific persons father. The main character was believed that the person who was assassinated in the beginning was his father, whereas his real dad was the person who assassinated that person. This "real dad" would later be killed by the father. (almost like oedipus where the kid kills dad) Also, the angelina jolie character (named Fox) was also used to trap her father into being assassinated. Ultimately it was because that person would be the only person the father wouldn't kill because he is their father. And what else? Who would you believe to be at fault?

anyways, go watch it if you have the chance. its kinda sorta weird but its a healthy fix for the mind.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Un saludo Coppa de Chile

Facebook is pretty amazing at times. You meet people you'd never ever expect. this person from chile found me because I'm also known as Coppa and their last name is also Coppa. It's freaking awesome. I now have "family" in South America...Here is our facebook message correspondence.


Un saludo Coppa de Chile

June 11 at 5:43am
Andrew hola
No se si nuestro apellido venga del mismo lugar
Mi Bisnonno llego de Italia del Piamonte a Chile...aca en Chile nos juntamos todos los Coppa ya que somos una unica familia.
cuentame si crees que podemos provenir de donde mismo.
Mio bisnonno se llamaba Gaspar Coppa Comerro
cuentame
un abrazo
Cecilia Coppa

June 21 at 3:49pm
Hola Cecilia,

Lo siento, Coppa no es mi apellido. Yo soy Chino (mis padres son de Taiwan y China) y vivo en San Diego, Califonia. El nombre Coppa es un apodo que mis amigos me darian. No se que el nobre Coppa tiene mas significado que un apodo! Es muy interesante y con facebook nosotros podemos conocer a otro. En el futuro, quiero ir a Chile o Italia y visitar el lugar de donde eres su familia. Muchas gracias para su mensaje.

Mucho gusto y tambien un abrazo,
Andrew Yu "Coppa"

Today at 4:33am
Que lindo Andrew Yu!
Me habria encantado tener un sobrino Chinito...mis vecinos son Chinos y y tienen un restaurant de comida cantonesa.son bien amorosos y buenos.
Tu apodo " Coppa" espero ,que no sea porque eres bueno para el trago
Tienes que cuidarte....en todo caso " Coppa" recuerda hay de cristal y oro...todo el mundo se pelea por ganar una Copa en su vida y si tiene dos " pp" osea Coppa ,mejor para ti ,vas a ser un campeĆ³n.
Un abrazo y gracias por contestar mi correo.
Cecilia

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Oh Germany

Germany day one:
-some soccer in the back yard

-mad skills

-whoa

-whoa 2
-we did this spin thing. she was airborne.

and some more spinning...



Tuesday, June 17, 2008

californication

I'm sitting at the gate for my flight home. Its been delayed for an hour and twenty minutes and I hope I don't miss my connecting flight...that would just be terrible. I don't want to miss the laker game, possibly the last game of the season.This opportunity to attend the isscr was extremely rewarding. As far as I can say, I have learned more about stem cells during these five days than my entire resear h career. I'm even more excited to get back into the lab tofinally have time to produce some results.

I've definitely learned most about HSCs but I was also introduced to iPS cells which stands for induced pluripotent stem cells. A year ago, the yamanaka group was able to generate these iPS cells by taking a human fibroblast cell and transducing four genes into it.

Pretty genius stuff.

Well I'm going to review all that I've leArned while i am in Germany. So many pathways, genes, markers and models I must know! So much cool stuff I'm stoked.

Ok must conserve battery for music on this iPod. Seriously the coolest thing ever. To have Internet in your hand is almost unfair.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Philadelphia, day 3

Hey everyone,

Day one "cool things that i learned" recap:

So the format of this conference is pretty nice. Everyday, there are talks about various topics of stem cells (ie. somatic stem cells, cancer stem cells, therapeutic applications, etc) and you basically choose to go to which ever talks you want based on interested or watever.

If anything, I've learned the most about hematopoetic stem cells which are stem cells that blood is derived from. A lot of the topics that the scientists speak about are just so encrypted because I just don't know enough about stem cells. I specialize in cancer stem cells and I still was confused during the cancer stem cell talks.

As far as haematopoetic stem cells (HSC) work, they are formed in the bone marrow and differentiate into RBCs, granulocytes, monocytes, platelets, and lymphocytes. The cool thing is what factors tell HSCs to differentiate into watever is needed and basically everyones trying to figure out how to program the HSC to do what they want it to do.

So related to HSCs and blood, another big topic is leukemia or "blood" cancer. By figuring out how HSCs work we can learn more about leukemia, and vice versa. In leukemia, its suggested that there are also leukemia stem cells (cancer stem cells).

A major factor that affects differentiation is the stem cell niche or the "neighborhood" of the stem cell. Much like how where we are from makes a difference in how we are, the neighborhood of the stem cell affect its outcome. i hope that makes it understandable. Also, different things will affect the niche, which will affect the stem cell "fate". Say all of a sudden, you are short on RBCs...then something will affect the niche, which will tell the HSCs to make more RBCs. This guy i met at the conference who also is from UCSD explained all this stuff to me about HSCs. He has been able to alter the Jak pathway for putative HSCs and form RBCs and this is FUCKING AWESOME.

This morning, I was supposed to get up at 9, but got up at 1 instead. The night before, i got trashed off free beer at the junior investigator panel (where we ask people about their careers and stuff) and two margaritas at chilis and i was done. I passed out at around 9 and woke up at like, all rejuvinated from a 3 hour nap. I stayed up till 5 and then fell asleep. I woke up at 1 instead.

Today, after the poster presentations, I went with Vikram to look for alcohol. Philadelphia is dry. No beer anywhere. There are wine and spirit shops, but no beer. Finally we found beer, after asking like 5 different people at 5 different places. I chugged two guineesses + 2 shots of baileys all at once and i was done. I was watcihng the laker game and passed out. They were up at 20 at that time. I woke up and they were down by 2. WTF. Lakers lost and that sucked. 1-3 is tough to make up for anything but I believe in Kobe and co. AND germany lost to croatia. Terrible day for teams that Andrew likes. :(

Anyways: pictures.





just my thoughts. Oh dreamgirl i miss you so.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Philadelphia: day 2

some pictures from yesterday


-both of us, talking on the phone before take off.



-i sleep with my eyes open. so watch out if you try to draw on me while im asleep...i can see you.

before leaving to conference.

more to come soon. i g2g. vikram needs to take his final.

I saw Irving Weissman talk today. He talked about how leukemia stem cells have this cell surface glycoprotein cd47 that tells macrophages "dont eat me." SO awesome!

Woo philly!

It is late here. Today, Vikram and I embarked on a great pilgrimage to honor the stem cell gods. Highlights included:

-taking 3 hours to pack when i should have only took 1
-finally realizing that Weg was indeed not coming with us to Philadelphia
-sleeping on the plane with my eyes open and vikram getting a picture of it
-playing n64 games on vikrams labtop (mario kart, wayne gretzy 3d hockey, mario tennis, diddy kong racing)
-buying a 16oz smoothie for $5.47 and buffalo wings for $9.26. airport food is expensive.
-wishing for an earlier flight in order to watch laker game and then after our flight was delayed, wishing for an even longer delay in order to watch the laker game.
-vikram noting that i apparently make this weird movement with my throat by licking the back upper roof of my mouth when i sleep
-making a "thats what she said" joke when the captain said "we'll now begin our decent from watever watever feet now blah blah..."
-ipod touch is amazing
-having a handicap hotel room (the shower has a seat. I sat on it and then realized that numerous wet butts have also sat on it. Yum.)
-walking the streets of downtown philly at 3AM in search of food in form of seven-eleven.

I miss my roommates. In the midst of school, work, frisbee, and nothing i lose contact with them. By the time I return to San Diego, I don't know if they'll still be there. I hope at least i can celebrate the end of our junior year with them before they all go home. I basically finished my finals on Monday and left on a business trip without saying good bye. Aish.

The stem cell conference starts tomorrow at like 1 and its right outside our hotel. It's going to be sweet. Vikram and I are going to get lots of booze, and figure this cancer stem cell thing during the night like mad scientists. I brought my pathways of cancer poster and hopefully we can make some crazy discovery.


And song lyrics of the day:
from Jack Johnson's Brushfire fairy tales:

Well Plato's cave is full of freaks
Demanding refunds for the things they've seen
I wish they could believe
In all the things that never made the screen
And just slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast

amazing lyrics. plato's cave is super cool and trippy. and I liek this song because it tells you to slow down and smell the flowers and not worry about shit. I forget about enjoying the simple things in life.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Oh bother.

I have to do this. My mind needs an outlet.

So time stopped on me last Thursday when I left class at 2:55 and saw Angela. Since then, the aspect of time has arisen numerous times. Perhaps heightened since I’m reviewing humanities material. I was hit hard this weekend.

I’ve had my Tissot PR50 for almost two years now. Every day, on my left wrist it has been my constant. This is the second one I own. I lost the first one (same watch)in high school after owning it for less than a month.

I went out to eat with Angela last night at Double Happiness down in Del Mar. Our fortune cookies were interesting. She got “Your Judgment is a little off at this time” and I got “Confucius say: If you have hope, you have everything.” And since there was a one in two chance of getting either fortune, I decided to heed both of them. Maybe the fortunes were for the both of us.

Judgment is never perfect. I remember a quote from a Bourne movie where the Blackbriar guy tells Pamela Landy that, “You and I both know decisions made in real time are never perfect.” You hope that your judgment is right. I hope mine is. And at this particular moment, my judgment is definitely off. I have two finals tomorrow and instead, I’m writing this entry. But I know I won’t let this go until I have finished writing. I trust my judgment…hopefully its right.

Last night while I was at home, Guilder said that he did not care about history and that it was useless. I was appalled. There was no way this would go down lightly. I had just been re-reading some ideas from humanities and I was riding the high. Marx, Kafka, Freud, Eliot, Woolf, Sartre, Genet, de Beauvoir, Ginsberg, and Dylan. The last 10 weeks of Hum 5 has rattled me. There’s no doubt about it. I freaked. I thought about things differently and I was scared. And now, there was no way that these ideas could be “useless.” Paranoia strikes again.

I was angry. I tried to convince him that history was not useless. Guilder would return with some bs answer saying “history is important, but useless.” Really now…

I was so frustrated that I couldn’t convince him. It would seem that the significance of history is self-explanatory. Obvious. He was just so adamant about his opinion about it. I couldn’t sleep on this issue. I stayed up late thinking, pondering, trying to figure out a way to argue my way with guilder. I realize that a group of people who actively burned history books were the Nazis. I wondered what my professor would say if I asked him whether or not history was important or useful.

We gather trends from history. We learn from history. I couldn’t find way to argue and that scared me. I couldn’t successfully formulate an argument and I got humiliated by Guilder and his narrow-mindedness. Oh ignorance is bliss.

I was so upset. What is history? A written record of the past. Textbooks. Ideas. Engineering formulas. Articles. Basically anything that validates existence right? Guilder said that history is just a bunch of records that just sit there. Useless? It seems so. Useless if you don’t learn about it. Useless if you don’t care about it.

And this morning while I’m eating breakfast, he has the nerve to say, “So coppa, what’d you do last night? Read some history before going to bed?”

A revolution is in action and we’re all part of it. It’s a silent movement towards a world governed by images, governed by technology that’s advancing so rapidly I feel that we’ll soon be like the uncontrollable sorcery of Mickey Mouse in Fantasia. I hope my judgment will guide me through. I hope I’ll make the right decisions. Will everything be ok? I hope so. And therefore, I have everything…haha

Time started again in Sears today at 2:55. Exactly 3 days after it had stopped. It couldn’t have timed it better. Funny how things end up.

My brother had some crazy shit go down this weekend and I hope he’ll be ok. Essentially, he ran stop sign, was driving with a suspended license, had 0.04 BAC, and best of all gave the cop my information. So i guess i got a DUI last week.

I can’t focus and I can’t get myself to study. I’m more bothered about my brother and Guilder’s absurd disregard for history than my own finals.

I’ll ruminate on it some more. Just my thoughts. They are only fortune cookies.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

take what you have gathered from coincidence

It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
by Bob Dylan

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.




Mmm, we're doing some Bob Dylan in Hum 5. This songs pretty cool. Great imagery. Stanza two is pretty sweet. And at the end where he goes "strike another match, go start anew" its like saying, " hey man, its ok. pack a bowl."