Spring distractions

I have been slacking off on the blog, partly due to the distraction of Yahoo! 360° and also due to the pockets of sunny days between all the rainy days.

Sunshine means I get to ride my bike, hang out with friends more, and shop for pretty bright colorful things, such as an indulgent pair of blue and green Coach wedge shoes (see right).

I am also tempted to get a pair of metallic wedge shoes at Banana Republic with orchids on them. Not that I have an occasion to wear these anytime soon. Except at weddings. And two of my cousins are getting married, so that works, right???

Yesterday, I finally went to Krispy Kreme when the HOT LIGHT was ON!! And they gave me a free donut!!! But then I froze when they asked me what I wanted to order, because all I wanted was a glazed donut. So I had a custard-filled chocolate donut too. Wow, the fresh hot glazed was sooo good. I should have just gotten more of those. Also I noticed they now sell donut holes!! But managed to restrain myself.

Earlier tonight I just saw the documentary about Yao Ming, Year of the Yao. I won free tix to see it through work (I'm sure because our founder, Jerry Yang, is featured in the film). From what I hear, there's not much that's new in there if you are a basketball fan. However I don't really follow sports, so the film was fun for me.

It was wonderful to see Yao Ming handle the challenge of being both a young number-one draft pick and an accidental ambassador of east-west culture. It's hard enough to represent a whole country like China, which happens to be the most populous country in the world!

While watching this, I am struck by Yao Ming's enormous size. He isn't as bulky like Shaq, but Yao is even taller. Other celebrities can mask themselves in public with hats and sunglasses, but Yao Ming can't do much to hide himself from the spotlight when he is just hanging out at a store.

Yao Ming brings a rare humility, sincerity, and integrity to professional sports. (Unlike the oafy obnoxious Shaq--who made me embarrassed to be from L.A.) Yao even answers questions with rather poetic, Confucius-like statements. I didn't realize that the film would be narrated primarily by his equally young and inexperienced American (and caucasian) translator, which was an amusing and touching story of friendship itself.

Speaking of sensitive muscle-men, enjoy this rap video by Mr. T. "Mutha, there is no utha!"