My car

When I decided to go to Africa for 6 months (and do who knows what after that), it became increasingly clear that keeping my car was not going to be easy. Insurance payments and finding a place to store it just weren't options. And so, somewhat grudgingly, I began the process of trying to sell it about a month ago. At that time it was a very practical and financial decision, and I didn't think much of it. Now I'm sitting here with the fattest wad of cash I've ever seen, no car, and surprisingly strong emotions.

I feel, for whatever reason, as if I've lost a friend or a long-loved pet. It can't be the wheels themselves--if anything, having a car has been somewhat of a burden with gas prices being so high, having to worry about maintenance, etc... For the most part, I didn't need a car in Palo Alto, and I certainly don't need one to get around here in San Francisco. So why do I miss my beautiful white Civic?

I think a lot of things are wrapped up in it. It was the first car I ever bought, during my junior year at Stanford. I can remember being with my parents at the car lot, learning the tricks of the car buying trade, knowing what I wanted but knowing I couldn't afford it, and finally finding a good (if expensive) match in my little Civic. That was a somewhat momentous process in and of itself, and the car loan was the first monthly payment I ever had! Definitely "coming of age".

But fundamentally, it has to be the memories. Memories of adventure, companionship, solitude, of joyful or tearful singing in the only place I could go where I didn't have to worry about anyone hearing. Memories of driving a girl to dinner (and trying to be all cool because I was driving stick), or memories of the drive up the 280 to San Francisco, hitting the steering wheel and crying in frustration because I'd fouled up yet another romantic opportunity. Memories of driving cross-country with David and camping in a deserted Joshua Tree, or tackling the winding 140 before dawn with Dan dozing, on our way to a climb in Tuolumne.

For me, the car was never something I got into to take me to work--never anything I dreaded. Sure, I used it for grocery shopping and day-to-day errands, but the vast majority of the 40,000 miles I put on it were road trip miles, adventure miles, real life miles. So tonight, as I watched the new owner drive away, it felt somehow wrong, as if he had stolen many of my favorite moments from the past four and a half years. I wanted to run after and say, "No! I take it back!" I think we both got a fair deal out of the transaction, but something inside says that I sold the car ("her", if you want to anthropomorphize) far too cheaply.

Well, at the end of the day, she's just a chunk of metal and gears, however pretty she was. And I'm not meant to care that much about a chunk of metal and gears. The memories will have to find another repository, and I'm sure they'll last much longer than the car, however the new owner treats it! For now, I need the money to pursue the path that I've chosen. I could spiritualize the moment more than is necessary, and claim that it was for the kingdom of God (and who knows, maybe it is), but that's not the point. Whatever the case, I just sold my most financially valuable possession. Not quite "everything", but it's a start.

So, in honor of the car's exit from my life story, I thought I'd post a few (chronologically ordered) pictures to commemorate the role it played in a lot of really important moments for me. Of course, it's not an exhaustive album, but it will have to do.

Goodbye, Little Car!

I had the opportunity to spend a week with my parents in Costa Rica recently, and wanted to share some photos from the trip. They're primarily from San Jose, where we spent most of our time, but a few are from the Tabacon hot springs up near the volcano Arenal.

Simply click on the photo below to see the whole photo set at Flickr:

My community spent a week in the wilderness recently, trekking from Mammoth to Tuolumne in California's Sierras. It was an incredible journey, filled with fun, rest, and even a few challenges along the way (including some adrenalin-pumping encounters with bears). Sadly, my camera broke on day 2, but I did manage to capture a few shots, and the last ones these lenses did see were, quite frankly, astounding. The colors involved in alpine sunsets are fantastic!

Just click on the picture to access the photo set.

Backpacking in the Sierras

It's 3am in Orlando, and my brother David and I are getting in the car to drive it cross-country. We're blasting a trail across in order to transport my parents' vehicle and things to the new place in San Francisco. Before I go, I wanted to post some links to pictures from the last 5 months! They're unedited, but enjoyable nonetheless, I hope.

In each case, simply click on the picture to access the photo set!

On tour with the New Frontiers (Dec 26 - Jan 12)

Schloss Mittersill, Austria (Jan 16 - Mar 4)

Oxford, UK (Mar 4 - Mar 8)

Tumaini Children's Center, Nyeri, Kenya (Mar 8 - May 1)

I am at home in Orlando right now, to be with family and relax during the Thanksgiving holidays. Another stated goal of this time is to avoid using the computer as much as possible so I can begin healing from my RSI's. As you can tell from the mere fact of my blogging, such is more difficult for me than it sounds. In fact, I've begun to see computer avoidance as a discipline I should practice for spiritual as well as physical reasons.

At any rate, it is good to be home. One of the tasks my mother has set me for my time here is to go through all my old boxes of saved school projects, mementos, love letters, etc., and to vaguely scrapbook them. (For me, "scrapbooking" involves putting things into a binder).

If you want to skip right to the pictures, click here

I just returned from Geneva, Switzerland--a trip I decided to take a mere 3 weeks ago. Every year, my parents have a business trip in late September to some international location (for legal reasons, these meetings have to take place outside the US). Since I graduated high school in 2000 and chose to attend Stanford (a quarter school), I've had the good fortune to not be in class during these trips, and thus was able to tag along with my folks. We've been to some great places--London (twice), Dublin, Lisbon, and Barcelona (after I graduated). I didn't go on the 2005 trip, but since my work schedule permitted this year, I was able to go to Geneva. (For a few older blogs of such trips, see here for Lisbon 2002 and here for Barcelona 2004).

These trips are always fun, not least because I've gotten to know many of the other attendees, all great people. At times there have even been sons or daughters there like myself, and so there are often young people to hang out with, in addition to spending great time with my parents. My friend Laura was there, of this January's Bahamas trip fame.

The group dinners are generally quite nice, and so it's also fun to bring "dress-up" clothes to wear consistently. (I wore my suit this week for the first time since last December, I think). This trip was particularly special for me, however, because it happened that my 24th birthday was during the trip, and I had a wonderful time celebrating it with my parents and some friends, both at a spectacular dinner and later at our pub of choice, over fine cuban cigars and cognac. I certainly couldn't ask for a better birthday experience, though I did miss my friends from home. As an extra special gift, my parents also let me use some of their airline upgrade coupons, so we all traveled to and from Geneva in business / first class. What luxury!

I spent most of my time in Geneva sleeping, hanging out in our great hotel (the Hotel d'Angleterre), working out or using the sauna, catching up on my reading, or wandering around taking pictures and buying sandwiches using poor French. One tourist highlight was definitely the Patek Philippe museum, which had on exhibit some of the oldest and most complicated watches in the world. The sheer amount of time, love, and skill put into these objects by their craftsmen was literally awing. One complicated mechanical watch we saw had over 1800 unique parts, individually designed and produced and assembled. This watch, like some others in the exhibit, kept track of the time, of course, but also such measurements as the day, the week, the month, the year, the lunar phases, sidereal time, the location of certain stars in the sky, etc... (taking into account leap years, etc..--it's guaranteed to be accurate for something like 500 years if kept wound).

Life in Geneva appears to be very expensive, and the same was true of souvenirs. Accordingly, the only things I brought back were two beer glasses (one a .5L stein (Cardinal), and the other a Belgian snifter (Leffe)), both procured by my dad, free for the asking from bars. Incidentally, the beer of the trip was hands-down the Belgian Leffe (the blonde variety). It had a light color, a creamy texture, and a strong, sweet taste. It was not overpowering, though, and had a very strong spruce hops aroma which kept the whole thing dynamic and interesting. It probably now ranks in my top 5 beer list.

Well, check out the pictures, and let me know what you think!

My recent weeks in Orlando were excellent, though not very relaxing. Between intense meetings at Teleios World Domination HQ (we're meeting resistance in certain parts of eastern Europe), and non-stop work on the new album, I got 2-3 hours less sleep per night than my normal. (There was also the fantastic celebration of my dad's 50th birthday party, attended by close family and the uncorking of a very expensive bottle of wine which was a good bit older than I was. Not to mention the less-meaningful but more-rowdy celebration of Cinco de Mayo). The result, at least on the music side, was a brand new 6-song EP that sounds incredible. The performance, production, everything is stellar. My brother David was in charge of the engineering, mixing, production, and mastering, and he is becoming very talented at all of the above.

Working on an improv synth solo for So Talk About It at 3am

I have a strong desire to share all our new songs with everyone here, but a few things remain to be worked out. First, I don't have an "official" CD--David does, and he's in Africa for a month. Second, I'm not naive enough to think that the mix I have will be final. We usually go through rounds of tweaking, and, while things sound excellent, there're always one or two minor changes to make. Third, the album has no title. Fourth, the album has no artwork. I'd like all of these things to be present before I unveil everything officially. So just hold tight for now! I'll probably break down and put one or two up here anyway, since the only reason I feel secure is that I am validated by my peers.

Speaking of being validated by my peers, let's go on a tangent: those of you who are e4 weblog owners or frequenters might have noticed that I have added trackback capability to the e4 weblogs. Trackbacks are a cool example of the way the web is supposed to work--now, when you write entries, e4 will check out any links you make, and attempt to send a trackback ping to that site. If the site is trackback-enabled, it'll accept the ping, and people who visit it will see that your entry references the page! Likewise all the weblogs here are now trackback-enabled, so anyone can send pings from Movable Type, WordPress, or wherever. Let's just hope for no horrible spam!

(For you e4 bloggers, you can play with the trackback preferences at your weblog config page)

Well, I am now officially back in California for a while, so hopefully I'll have time to write some more reflective posts soon. Ciao!

Here are some photos from my recent trip with my sister to Athens, Santorini, and Prague. They haven't been modified/photoshopped in any way! Enjoy. (You can click here to get to the photos)

Columns from the temple of Olympus Zeus

I finally put some pictures online from my trip to the Bahamas to hang out with my friends Nate and Laura. You can look at them here.

This week, I am in the Bahamas. My friend Nathan Akers is randomly an extra in the next two Pirates of the Caribbean movies, and has a hotel room in Freeport for a while. I decided there needed to be availing of (a) Nathan's company, (b) Nathan's hotel room, and (c) Nathan's hotel's free wireless, and so here I am. No idea what will happen, but so far the company is fun and the drinks are provided by someone else! Cheers.

The view from the hot tub (...of another hotel)

After over a year of building characters and wandering around the World of Warcraft, I've decided to cancel my subscription. The trouble with these massively-multiplayer world-immersive games is layed out in the following set of claims:

• A monthly subscription is expensive.
• The game is designed in such a way that, after an initial phase, the entertainment it provides is exponentially related to the amount of time you put into it.
• In order to get the maximum value out of the game, in terms of both money and entertainment, one is forced to play a lot.
• Playing massively-multiplayer games a lot can be intrinsically unhealthy if in a person's lifestyle it precludes other more important activites. It is also potentially addictive, and can be unhealthy in that way as well.

Now, I haven't been playing in an unhealthy way--in fact, I haven't been playing at all. My decision to quit is more a financial one, and also as a result of the dilemma above, which shows that to get the desired amount of entertainment, one must choose effectively to be unhealthy in some way.

That being said, my visits to Azeroth (the fantasy world in Warcraft) were indeed fun and provided many hours of enjoyment, particularly when I was able to play alongside my brother and sister. Such cooperative play was made all the more meaningful in virtue of the fact that I live across the country from them and had no real other way to hang out. I will retain many fond memories of our quests, guild drama, and laughing at the plethora of idiots that occupy any online community (but particularly gaming communities). So here's to Telarian, Telariz, and Tsarmina!

Telarian and Telariz surveying the snow plains below Ironforge

I have a tradition (since 2000, I think) where, sometime in the first week of the new year, I drive to see the sunrise at Cocoa beach. I like to spend a few hours watching the beautiful scene, giving myself time and space to pray, meditate, wander around, and generally get centered for the upcoming year.

This year, T-Bone accompanied me to Cocoa, where we were greeted by an absolutely amazing sunrise, replete with a flock of gulls that would zoom and flutter about, putting on an amazing show:

But then, a few minutes later, we saw this:

Look at the middle-left of the image: that's right! A shark was cruising through the water, not 30 feet off the beach (notice the pigeon for scale). Actually, there were two sharks, though I only got a shot of one. The fins were only above water as the waves would break over them, so it was hard to get a good view. Was this shark a sign of some kind? Was God warning us about something?

Later on, not realizing that if two sharks were a sign of anything, they would surely import "DON'T GO IN THE WATER!", T-Bone and I took a swim in the ocean. What could be more relishing than being able to go in the water on January 2nd? It was a bit cold, but quite bearable and refreshing. And, as we have now proven, shark infested. Unless, of course, one of you is a marine biologist and believes the picture is actually of a dolphin.

I went to the UK last week with my family, as we wanted to go and see my sister when she got off from her semester at Capernwray hall, and accompany her home for Christmas. We had a wonderful time wandering around the lake district of England, randomly went to a Delirious concert in Liverpool (my mom is friends with the keyboardist), and then hung out a few days in Wales, hiking up mountains and seeing castles and such.

Apart from being pretty sick the first couple days, it was great to be with family, to be relaxing and eating well, and to be tramping about the windswept hills in 0-degree (celsius) weather.

It reminded me how much I love the UK, and being overseas in general. That, plus the generously long (and cocktail-filled) plane flights, made for some good observations and reflections about things I saw or realized last week. I'm hoping to write a few entries on those topics soon. Until then, here are some pictures, so you can at least see what things looked like in general over there.

Pictures from the trip at my .Mac picture site

Among the billion other things I felt thankful for last week was this sunset (featuring a brilliant Venus which the photo only barely captures):

(Picture taken from our backyard, looking towards Lake Hart--one of the few Orlando water bodies that's actually somewhat a lake and not a retention pond)

Last evening from Windy Hill:

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