It’d be nice if I could learn to appreciate those moments of insomnia, a time when it’s just me, my thoughts, and the endless boundaries of my imagination and desires and wants and fears. It seems like it’s be a good time for some self-introspection, but alas, all I can be bothered with is the idea of falling asleep. How unfortunate.
Relationships: A Mess Worth Making
Timothy Lane, Paul Tripp
Thanks for the reading Beacon staff
Post-graduation blues has evolved into unemployment blues
That was the day Deathly Hallows was released in the U.S. Which means that that was the last day I read a book, any book, for pleasure (yes, I finished it in one day).
So…now it’s six years later and time to try this again!
-What an amazing story! We were all there, we all witnessed those crazy streak of basketball games, but how much more there is to know beyond just we were able to watch. Truly wonderful.
-My friend that watched the movie pointed out that I could probably connect to Jeremy Lin in so many ways; as he described it, we were similar in that we both “are Chinese-Taiwanese, play basketball, and are religious.”
-I went to the CIF finals in 2006. I was a freshman at Villa Park, and we were playing Mater Dei for the southern section DII-AA CIF title. We ended up losing that game 77-80, but both teams advanced to the state tournament. The tournament was held at Arco Arena in Sacramento, so obviously I didnt go, but I remember being pissed seeing that we lost to Mater Dei, again, in the semifinals 70-83. And I remember seeing that they would be playing some school in the finals called “Palo Alto” And I remember being so happy for this “Palo Alto” team when I found out that they had beaten Mater Dei in the finals. Fast forward to 2012, and I realized that that was the Jeremy Lin-led Palo Alto team. So….if VP had just beaten Mater Dei in the semifinals, then we might have been in that documentary. lol
-I am suddenly itching to get back on the court. Quite impeccable timing actually, seeing as how I haven’t been doing any else productive. No, there is no hardwood, and there is no gym. But I have a backyard, and a Cerro Villa, and hopefully that’s all that I’ll need.
-I came to realize that, despite my brief foray into the world of intramural flag football and questioning whether that had become my go-to sport, I really am a basketball kid at heart.
-I remember back during the height of Linsanity in 2012, I was as shocked as the rest of the world and I was rooting for him to continue that amazing run. But, following their first loss since Lin’s breakout performance, the next game was against my Mavericks, and my friend (coincidentally the same one that saw the movie with me) asked me who I was rooting for. And I responded that I would still root for Dallas despite my growing mancrush on Jeremy. Well, the Knicks won a close game, and I was slightly irritated (as I am after all Mavs losses, but only slightly since it was to Lin). Now, having watched the documentary and listened to his interview and his descriptions of the experiences, and knowing that Jeremy Lin represents to many different things to so many different people, maybe it was meant to be that Dallas lost that game. The story of Linsanity has different implications for different people: a true rags-to-riches story, celebration of the success of a hometown hero, an affirmation to the Asian-American community of its ability to succeed in professional sports, a testament to his faith and encouragement to persevere when our faith is tested. Despite the documentary showing Lin’s jumpshot over Dirk in like four different angles, I think I’m okay with that, because that win over the Mavs was just another chapter in making what the story has become today. Without each of these games - these chapters of the story - maybe we don’t feel this stroke of inspiration and encouragement that we do now.
The moment before dawn is oddly peaceful, when the sky is still gray and the roads are littered with stragglers on their morning commute, right before the hustle and bustle of everyday life consumes our collective attention