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too awesome.

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 21:27:03 -0400

too awesome.

fuckyeahcrossfit: It’s a commercial but it’s a good commercial....

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 00:38:38 -0500

fuckyeahcrossfit:

It’s a commercial but it’s a good commercial. Patrick Willis, NFL

great spot.

baby bok choy and power ranger samurai. halloween 2011. my...

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 22:39:08 -0400

baby bok choy and power ranger samurai. halloween 2011. my boys.

brothers aka cart buddies.

Sun, 30 Oct 2011 00:39:59 -0400

brothers aka cart buddies.

approximately 135 miles, 20 hours of personal training, and not...

Fri, 28 Oct 2011 22:52:00 -0400

approximately 135 miles, 20 hours of personal training, and not a second without pain or exhaustion over the course of nearly three months, i have successfully completed a half-marathon, lost 13 pounds, and over 20 inches from head to toe. (when you say it like that, it sounds pretty damn impressive). however, i am only a third of the way to my goal.

to sound cliche, i want to be in the best shape of my life. at 35 years old with two kids, there’s no reason i shouldn’t be. in fact, i think it’s far more impressive to attempt this feat now than 10 years ago. ultimately, my goal is to accomplish this by my 36th birthday on may 7 2012; however, the real end goal is to maintain it, like, forever.

i don’t want to be the fat frumpy mom who’s let herself go. i want to be the fit mom who can still pull off a nice ensemble. i’ve never been one to spend much time in front of the mirror… in fact, i abhor the getting prettied up dance. however, it’s imperative to be healthy… for my children, but i’ve painfully learned first-hand that clothes do not look cute on fat people.

i have 20 more pounds to go. let’s do this.

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Fri, 28 Oct 2011 22:37:00 -0400

"One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with..."

Mon, 24 Oct 2011 23:37:12 -0400

“One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.”

- Charles Baudelaire (via bonnietsang)

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Mon, 24 Oct 2011 22:50:39 -0400

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Mon, 24 Oct 2011 22:46:00 -0400

north carolina state fair. if you’re morbidly obese, you...

Mon, 24 Oct 2011 22:36:00 -0400

north carolina state fair. if you’re morbidly obese, you fit right in. me? i’m a fucking super model at the fair. the last people on the planet who should be eating fried foods are all gathered at the deep fried state fair. all the freaks come out. with their greasy greasy grandmas and then some. went with the entire fam and girlfriends this year. t’was a good time (i guess); it was jam packed because it was the last day. note to self: don’t go to the fair on the last day.

pumpkin patch kids.

Sat, 22 Oct 2011 21:16:00 -0400

pumpkin patch kids.

because i never cry enough otherwise. INSERT BLEEDING SARCASM.

Sat, 22 Oct 2011 20:47:13 -0400

because i never cry enough otherwise. INSERT BLEEDING SARCASM.

all i know about soccer is 1) only the goalie can use his hands...

Fri, 21 Oct 2011 22:09:00 -0400

all i know about soccer is 1) only the goalie can use his hands and 2) all the cute boys in high school played.

by virtue of the athletic lab, i learned there is a soccer team right here in north carolina. apparently, soccer is like baseball in that there’s the majors and minors. the team here: carolina railhawks; and they use the athletic lab as their training facility.

as i work with the lab to create a promo video, we’re interviewing a series of figures to highlight… the railhawks coach, martin rennie, was the first. after three years, he’s unfortunately moving on to another team in vancouver later this year (by far, one of my favorite cities in the world… perhaps second to san francisco). at any rate, here are a couple stills from yesterday.

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Mon, 17 Oct 2011 23:42:00 -0400

let me write this before the soreness completely...

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 23:25:00 -0400

let me write this before the soreness completely subsides.

yesterday, october 16 2011, i successfully completed my first half-marathon. amazingly, i set a pr (personal record) of TWO MINUTES PER MILE. crazy what a combination of adrenaline and competition can yield. in fact, i completed the race so far ahead of schedule, family arrived long after my crossing the finish line.

rewind. the evening of july 31 2011, i sat, deliberating my post-pregnancy fatness. it wasn’t magically melting, particularly after my second child. i recruited my cousin to run with me; despite her impending nuptials, she agreed. that night, with trepidation, i registered for the race.

on august 1 2011, i started training. i had approximately 10 weeks. late august, i signed on with a personal trainer to combine strength training. last sunday, i ran 12 miles on my “long run,” and felt pretty strong.

race day. my cousin picked me up 25 minutes late and we jammed to durham. we arrived just in time to collect our bibs, tees, check our jackets, and stand in the huddle of pink penguins. ”runners, on your mark” and we were off. my cousin, who ran a total of TWO TIMES to train (three miles on a treadmill 9 weeks ago and six miles last week) and slept TWO HOURS the night before, ran steady by my side for the first eight miles.

the first half wasn’t too bad. the second half was a motherfucker. i thought i was transplanted back to san francisco. every corner we turned, a huge-ass hill looked down on me. steep, intense, long and ass-holey. i pushed myself up the hills. i didn’t train my ass off for 10 weeks to not pr, so i made it hurt. when all the women around me walked, i continued to run. when all the women around me stopped to walk/run/walk/run, i kept going. i never stopped. stopping meant losing. i pushed my body harder than i ever have. i was averaging 10:30 minute miles until the mountains… then i dropped to an 11 minute mile pace, which is where i finished. with about 100 yards to the finish, an older woman and i ran side by side (50-ish?) and she started to pass me. i was NOT about to fall behind. i boosted my turbo reserve and soared long strides to the finish line. when they were handing me the medal and water bottle at the finish, i was woozy.

the race was to benefit cancer research at duke university. although a women’s marathon, men were not excluded. however, 98% of the runners were women. women of all shapes, sizes, and colors. i ran next to a 70-something year-old for half the race. god, she inspired me. around mile 11, i got extremely emo; the tears welled and i got choked up. so choked up in fact, i couldn’t breath. note: crying and running while breathing heavy do not mix. you WILL pass out from lack of oxygen. emotions ran high because i never thought i’d run such a distance in my life. i am NOT a runner. but i am a determined, hard-working and extremely persevering motherfucker. once i commit, you’ll have to shoot me to get me to quit.

will i do it again? never say never. the race wasn’t as difficult as i anticipated. aside from the gnarly hills, it was actually pretty easy. i guess training five days a week helped. i was incredibly sore the day of the race, but the day after, i’m as sore as i was after my long run days. hopefully, it’ll completely subside by tomorrow.

to all the mothers out there who have that post-baby weight… who are all exhausted from the 24-7 care we provide… who spend all their time doing everything for everyone else except ourselves… go run. it will inspire you. reinvigorate you. give you wings.

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Fri, 14 Oct 2011 01:52:30 -0400

a lot of me is new school, but a bunch of me is old school....

Mon, 10 Oct 2011 19:59:00 -0400

a lot of me is new school, but a bunch of me is old school. gender roles wise, i’m progressive, chivalry and bona fide gentleman who was raised right by his mama wise, i am a marksman. feminism aside, if a man offers to hold a door, i’m grateful. when a man opens a car door or offers you his coat on a chilly evening, it’s just good manners. obviously, it’s not because i can’t physically do it, IT’S THE GESTURE i appreciate.

gestures mean everything. it’s not about the act, the money or your greasy greasy grandma, it’s the meaning… the principle, the GESTURE.

korean people are known to get in to intense physical brawls over the check. my father regularly pretends he’s going to the restroom at the end of a meal and then the check never arrives. sneaky, right?

koreans have this thing called jeong. it’s very difficult to translate in to english; it’s “feeling, love, sentiment, passion, sympathy, attachment, bond, and affection” all lumped in to one meatball. it’s something you develop with another person over time. and every time a meaningful gesture takes place, your jeong grows.

when it comes to meals in particular, i am old school ragamuffin. i hate going dutch. i hate split checks. where’s the jeong? i pay. next time, you. isn’t that how it should work? i’ve learned otherwise in today’s culture. my husband coming from a latin culture and me from asian, split checks is as foreign as store-bought kimchi.

"My portraits are more about me than they are about the people I photograph."

Mon, 10 Oct 2011 13:18:00 -0400

“My portraits are more about me than they are about the people I photograph.”

- Richard Avedon

photojojo: Medium format photos by German based...

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 21:57:17 -0400

photojojo:

Medium format photos by German based photographer, Aleksey Kovalev.

via Photodonuts.

today on facebook, i discovered a photo of mine had been stolen....

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 21:29:00 -0400

today on facebook, i discovered a photo of mine had been stolen. ’stolen’ is harsh, but it’s the truth. if you take something that belongs to someone else without permission, regardless of the fact that it’s not tangible, isn’t that textbook stealing?

i had uploaded a photo of my cousin and his wife taken the day before their wedding a few weeks ago. a friend of my cousin’s wife had taken the liberty to 1. take the photo without permission 2. manipulate the photo in to an atrocity and 3. not give proper credit to the photographer. stolen photos run rampant in the world of photography and it’s actually a very serious issue because people try to make a lot of money off professional photos they’ve stolen. not that that was the case here, but it’s the principle: don’t steal peoples shit. and if you want to borrow something and give it your own spin, i’d be more than happy to say yes, but ASK. it’s called common courtesy.

it’s easy to double-click and save photo. that doesn’t mean it’s right. it’s like homegirl stepped in to my yard, stole my garden gnome, painted him in to a disco outfit and then put him in her yard. i am mildly sickened.

i’ve been trying to draft a watermark for weeks now, but just haven’t had the energy or desire. perhaps the time is now.