Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Nikeplus 10k Human Race

Right after the New York Nikeplus 10k run
If you want a good photo done,
ask a professional ;-)
(ones with big DSLRs around their neck)
So I was the only one wearing a
Be The Red T-shirt. go figure.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

The right questions

The question is not: Will she make me happy?
but: Will she make me want to become a better man?

The question is not to please as many women,
but: Are you man enough to wait long enough to 
give the greatest pleasure to that one woman?

The question is not: Am I good enough to be married?
but: Am I good enough to remain single?

The question is not: Am I holy enough?
but: Am I holy enough to realize that I am the worst sinner?

For the one who is least childish 
is the one who is least afraid to be childlike.

(taken from Chat with Alex hyung)

Saturday, August 09, 2008


Lately I've been frequenting the local
  I went on the cemetery tour and asked
the tour guide why so many of the gravestones
don't have an epitaph--unfortunate, since I rather liked
reading these concise 'life in a nutshell' statements
and gleaning what little wisdom that I could from them.

He also didn't know why that was the case,
but instead he brought me to this tombstone:

What A Woman indeed.


Sunday, July 13, 2008

Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again

"Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again" is a well-known poem composed by the Chinese poet, Xu Zhi-mo, who had studied at University of Cambridge in 1920s.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Some Yale Men in China

Stirling Memorial Library
A cheeky shot one crisp morning
after morning prayer.
Although I'm constantly disappointed
by Yale Campus (O Cambridge),
it has its charms.

So I was walking through
Woolsey Passage when I noticed
for the first time all these
plaques remembering Yale
graduates who went on to become
missionaries in China.
Very inspiring.

Thursday, April 10, 2008


Kevin Hart
There's nothing that I really want:
The stars tonight are rich and cold
Above my house that vaguely broods
Upon a path soon lost in dark.

My dinner plate is chipped all round
(It tells me that I've changed a lot);
My glass is cracked all down one side
(It tells me there is a path for me).

My hands--I rest my head on them.
My eyes--I rest my mind on them.
There's nothing that I really need
Before I set out on that path.

from Gettysburg Review 19 No.3 p470.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Domestic Work, 1937

Natasha Trethewey

All week she's cleaned
someone else's house,
stared down her own face
in the shine of copper-
bottomed pots, polished
wood, toilets she'd pull
the lid to--that look saying

Let's make a change, girl.

But Sunday mornings are hers--
church clothes starched
and hanging, a record spinning
on the console, the whole house
dancing. She raises the shades,
washes the rooms in light,
buckets of water, Octagon soap.

Cleanliness is next to godliness ...

Windows and doors flung wide,
curtains two-stepping
forward and back, neck bones
bumping in the pot, a choir
of clothes clapping on the line.

Nearer my God to Thee ...

She beats time on the rugs,
blows dust from the broom
like dandelion spores, each one
a wish for something better.

from Domestic Work, 1999


David Berman

Walking through a field with my little brother Seth

I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.
For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels
had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground.

He asked who had shot them and I said a farmer.

Then we were on the roof of the lake.
The ice looked like a photograph of water.

Why he asked. Why did he shoot them.

I didn't know where I was going with this.

They were on his property, I said.

When it's snowing, the outdoors seem like a room.

Today I traded hellos with my neighbor.
Our voices hung close in the new acoustics.
A room with the walls blasted to shreds and falling.

We returned to our shoveling, working side by side in silence.

But why were they on his property, he asked.

from Actual Air, 1999
Open City Books, New York