Sad day for Asian sports stars in America (yes, there is such a thing). Article here.

On the bright side, there are some up and comer Asian stars, like Kelvin Kim! You show them, man!

Yeah, it's one of mine periodic comebacks from the dead. Though I will promise to try to be more consistent this time around.

Have you guys seen www.alllooksame.com ? They show you 18 Asian faces and let you guess if their Japanese, Korean or Chinese. Can you tell your Asian brethren apart? Take the test and post the score.

Check out this article.

What on earth passes for news these days in America?!?!

Please forgive the poor grammar. I am too angry.

I just finished reading this book called "Brown Harvest" by Jay Russell. Words cannot describe how disgusted I feel at this moment. This book is based on a very cute premise. What would happen if Encyclopedia Brown (EB) returned to Idaville - here called Ideaville - a few years later as an older, jaded, young adult. What would become of the once great detective who sat in his garage solving crimes for 25 cents?

What Russell attempts to do is tell a story about the loss of innocence of America. EB returns to town bitter and jaded, there for the funeral of his former partner and childhood sweetheart (sort of) Sally - in this story named Sandy. As the story ensues, we hear all the lewd details of Sandy's fall from grace, tales of prostitution and fellatio involving Bugs Meany, EB's father (the former chief of police) and a slew of outrageous, meaningless characters based on other child detectives (The Hardy Boys) and other fictional characters (Curious George and the man in the yellow hat).

What starts off as a cute premise, degenerates into something between pure smut and outrageous, idiot violence over the last half of the book. Sandy's character is presumed dead at least 3 times, so much so that it fails to shock by the last time it happens. The vicious gunplay that dominatees the final portion of the book and serves to resolve all the loose ends reads like utter drivel and nonsense.

In short, I cannot believe I read this book. My recommendation: Garbage bin!

On the bright side, I now have a frontrunner for worst book read in the 21st century!

Ahh, it has been a while since I last posted on this page. The fantasy NBA season is out in full force and I find myself bumbling along through a month of ER shifts. I had one shift on Saturday morning starting at 8am. Prior to this, I had only slept about 5 hours because I got home late from basketball the night before. Upon returning from my ER shift that Saturday, I took a 2 hour nap. Then had dinner. Returned home and proceeded to sleep for 14 hours with only 1 hour for lunch before my next shift started. Then, last night, after my shift, slept another 12 hours with only an hour for lunch before finally getting up and getting organized today. All told, I slept about 26 hours in the last 40 hours or something. Pathological.

Sometimes I am struck by the depressing feeling that there must be more to life than this. There must be more than just slogging through work, sleeping or walking around in a sleep deprived state when I'm not at work. There must be, right?