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Name: Eric
Country: China
Birthday: 3/20/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: fantasy sports, Hyundais, ranking things, hip music (until it gets mainstream), Tony Reali, Learning Chinese Characters From Ms. Zhang, jalapenos, returning to China, The Big 3 (Kobe, Bonds, and Favre), loaded nachos, Northern Exposure, 小不点 and 小小
Expertise: Audio Visual English, new wave, officiating 4th grade basketball
Occupation: Education/training
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/13/2005
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| I'm feeling the need to rank somthing (see interests). Since I just finished ripping about 2 gbs of music off Tyler's iPod, I'll give you the top 10 albums I've been introduced to during my 5 months in America. Enjoy!
1) Bloc Party - Silent Alarm
2) The Postmarks - The Postmarks
3) Midlake - The Trials of Van Occupanther
4) Tapes N Tapes - The Loon
5) The Album Leaf - Into the Blue Again
6) Peter Bjorn and John - Writer's Block
7) Charles Mingus - A Night in Tunisia
8) The Decemberists - Picturesque
9) Page France - Hello, Dear Wind
10) The Black Keys - Rubber Factory
Honorable Mention: Sia - Colour the Small One, TwentyMile and Wesga collaboration - Put Yo Tree On It (Single), The Knife - Silent Shout (not really but I feel like I can be more condescending if I list Pitchfork's #1 album of 2006)
Also I had to look up how to spell condescending which I think qualifies as the definition of irony.
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| My time in 美国 is winding down. Soon there will be no more midnight runs to Taco Bueno, no more renting Alec Balwin movies with my roommate Dave, no more short double lattes from Shades of Brown. All that American goodness will be replaced with something that noone seems to understand, no matter how emotional my descriptive efforts. I'm going back to the grind I now realize I took for granted. Those of us who have been chosen to teach in China are ridiculously blessed. It took 4 1/2 months, a lot of grieving, settling an estate, 3 income tax returns, and countless meetings with lawyers, CPAs, and money managers for this to truly sink in. He blesses us through trials. Why? So we can finally get over ourselves and rely on Him. He is most satisfied when we are most dependent on Him.
I'll see you guys 10 days later.
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| Sports quote of the day:
"It depends how much I drink." -Andy Roddick when asked if he would sleep after being drummed 6-4, 6-0, 6-2 by Roger Federer in the Australian Open semifinals
I WANT TO BE BACK IN CHINA! (yes I'm shouting as I type)
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| It's post time baby. I just went to buddy Chris' wedding. I was #5 of 8 groomsmen. That means I was required to stand under a bright light for the duration of the ceremony. Luckily there were 4 prayers so I was able to wipe sweat from my forehead and shift my weight without distracting family, friends, and other random onlookers. I think my time in China has left me almost completely incapable of making small talk. I really feel for the bridesmaid who got stuck with me. During the rehearsal I asked if she was married. She replied, "Not yet, I will be in May." I then asked if she was excited. She said, "Of course." I immediately apologized for asking such a generic question and then felt it necessary to add, "I guess the only reason you wouldn't be excited is if you were settling." This was met with a long silence. It sounded like a joke in my head but came across quite differently in reality. I guess people take their marraiges seriously. Who knew?
You'll be glad/ammused to know my languauge skills are also taking a hit. Drew and I went to a coffe shop to study a few days ago. I tried to send a text message to a friend of mine saying, "Don't fight it." When I typed "fight" the Nokia predicative text showed the word "eight". I leaned to Drew and said, "What the heck E-ight?" He looked at me then he looked at the phone...then again at me and once more at the phone. Then he burst into laughter and enthusiatically informed me that the word shown was the number 8, not E-ight as I had pronounced it. Sigh...
If you are in China, I miss you. I'll be back in the middle of February so get ready to party. I'll leave you with a couple pics from the wedding.
Here is the groom.
Luke, Drew, and I opening gifts.
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| You can do it all by yourself. I thought about titling this post "Likert's Scale of Hipness". I stuck with "Snap yo fingers..." because it's Tuesday which is usually a day of solitude. The banter on the fantasy message boards has slowed, my friends are 2 days into their respective work weeks, and I am diving into a new and exciting chapter in "Learning Chinese characters from Ms. Zhang". Will anyone understand the reference in my title? Probably not. Does that bother me? To quote my Chinese friends, "Not at all". It amuses me and that's what Tuesdays are all about. Don't worry. The post will still feature a Likert scale. If there are any marketing majors reading try to control your excitement.
I went to OKC this past weekend to visit Luke and Tyler. The time with Tyler was good. We ate some black bean burgers, hung out at a coffee shop, shared some music, and pondered the mysteries of life. When we parted I felt thoroughly hippified. If I had to explain the experience graphically, I would say it left me about here.
Ultra Hip 1 2 Me 3 4 5 Ultra Mainstream
Unfortunately all that indie hipness was quickly washed away by Luke. We listened to The Fray, saw Borat, and argued over the relevance (or lack thereof) of symbolism in the latest episode of Lost. I left OKC restored to my original level which is roughly here
Ultra Hip 1 2 3 Me 4 5 UltraMainstream
In conclusion, it's nice to have friends that provide me with a healthy balance. It makes me more relateable (word?). This is good because I spend most of my time in coffee shops surrounded by people who are vastly different from me. I'd like to put that thought on hold and apologize to the aspiring artisis and musicians I have previously labeled "unemployed", "lazy", and "good for nothing bohemians". Chase those dreams no matter how unrealistic! While I may not be one of you I'm certainly in your corner. That's all. Also, J.J. Abrams is a punk. I don't care how much good press he gets.
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