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Roger Fan
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Hello all who read blogs during the Labor Day weekend holiday. Normally, I would say, "I urge you all to tear yourselves away from your computers, stop blog reading, and go out and enjoy this holiday time and the sunlight that showers down upon us!" But then I would be the ultimate hypocrite because I'm actually inside writing this blog. Oh well, I enjoy being pale and breathing recycled air. (Plus, given that this is AnD is global, it would be rather arrogant of me to assume that anyone outside of t...Read more
Like any grown man, I have many boyhood dreams that I keep secretly tucked away in the back of my head, hoping that someday I can fulfill them. A few of my "secret dreams" are as follows... 1) drive a Porsche on the German Autobahn at +200 mph, 2) swim with a whale shark, 3) become the third Pet Shop Boys, 4) arm wrestle Natalie Portman, 5) etc, etc, etc. Last night, I got to fulfill one of my boyhood dreams and turn it into a reality... I got to throw out the opening pitch at a Major League Base...Read more
August 17th. The day of my birth. This is the day, many years ago, that I emerged from my mother's womb kicking and screaming and covered with birthy gunk. Everyone reacts differently on their birthdays. For me, I tend to get really quiet and contemplative, almost going into a monk-like trance for the week leading up to 8/17. It's a yearly ritual that I go through, taking mental notes of my life progress and reflecting upon various definitions of purpose and meaning. Have I been more ...Read more
I have now seen it all. Never in my wildest nightmares could I have possibly imagined the combination of hip hop, kebob, a Parisian fast food joint, and a Turkish Eminem. But it happened and it's pretty darn hilarious.
Lest there be no culture sacred to the ghettoizing forces of the Hip Hop Nation. I just never thought it would come in the form of a French-Turkish kebab. Word To Your Mother...
I've always wanted to ride an elephant in the wild. As a child I fantasized about riding atop a giant pachyderm thundering my way through the jungle chasing after rhinos, dingos, and cobras. Had my parents not immigrated to the United States, perhaps such a dream would be my daily routine. But then again, I do not think elephants live in Taiwan.
On a recent trip to Thailand, my dream came true...I got to mount my first elephant. Her name was Sambun. The following is a pictorial documentation of a boyhood dream come t...Read more
I am not ashamed to admit that I cry. Much like Richard Gere, I try and cry at least once a day. And if I have no reason to cry, I'll pluck one of my nose hairs just to get my tear ducts flowing.
Now, if you're having a bad day or just need a quick pick me up, this video will inject you with inspiration, hope, joy, and perhaps even put a smile on your face. Oh yeah, it'll probably make you cry too, which is the most important thing to ensure a full and pure cathartic experience and healing. But do not worry. This video is no...Read more
The following poem and video is an Ode to New York City. Inspiration from our recent trip with the FINISHING THE GAME family this past July.
An Ode to NYC
Oh New York, New York, city of apples
You greeted us with a smile, foot mushing into dog crapples
The weather was was humid and the skies were a dark
But nothing would stop us, from running Central Park
We lived in Soho, at the Holiday Inn
The W we prefer, but the lottery we didn't win
Though people are strange, an...Read more
On a recent trip to the land down under, I discovered the little known fact that the cute and cuddly pride of Australia known as the Koala can be quite dangerous. Who knew?
Darwin must have had a sense of humor, for he/she definitely had the last laugh with the Koala. Now you may ask how such a docile creature who sl...Read more
I am, by nature, a very curious fellow. I am always wondering about how things work, why things are the way they are, etc. As a child, I literally took apart almost every single electronic and mechanical object in my house. Needless to say my parents were not happy to see their television in 1,000 pieces. Luckily for me, my parents were rather docile and just beat me with a sack of oranges to ensure that I would not continue to dismantle their household items.
Flash forward a few decades and I'm still that same curious fellow...just a...Read more
"the older I get, the less I know..."
