Thanks for the inspiration and valuable lessons on how to lead a life. May you rest in peace.
The "Last Lecture"
Randy Pausch ABC Special about the "Last Lecture", April 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Mark's Birthday at the Morrocan Restaurant
To celebrate Mark's birthday Lisa came up with this crazy idea to eat at a Morrocan restaurant and watch belly dancers. What we experienced was "magic".
Enter Menara's Moraccan Restaurant in San Jose, CA and cue up the Disney's Aladdin soundtrack.
Traditional decor, hukas, camels, etc. Check! Smell of Pine Sol... Check!
Enter... the "magic". Morrocan Magic made with 5 kinds of juices, 2 kinds of RAM, er I mean rum, Jimmy and... well "magic".
Mildred and Jimmy let the "magic" begin.
And soon, the guys are part of the belly dancing entertainment.
Mark poses with the Belly Dancer's magic stick (of course we don't know where the magic stick has been.)
And now it's the ladies turn to learn the art of belly dancing.
Mark and Lisa playing out a fantasy with the magic stick.
Mark poses with the stick.
The ladies strike a pose.
Marvin and Juan demonstrate balancing the "magic" - Juan on his enormous pecs, Marvin on his enormous belly.
Marvin's belly holds up well, but Juan's pecs lose balance and some "magic" is lost.
Mark and Lisa after a few glasses of "magic".
At this point, things start to get crazier. The table across from us is also celebrating a birthday with a pirate theme.
Mark posing with his birfday fez.
And now, the pirates have joined forces with the magicians.
What's crazy about this picture is the guy in the pink shirt is holding a vial containing a sample of his friend's cremated remains. Is that nuts or what? Later, pink shirt guy did the splits!
Magic makes you happy.
Rumor has it that this particular Morrocan restaurant has often turned from innocent belly dancing and dinner into sinful orgies. We begin to see signs that the rumor might prove itself true.
More evidence that things are going downhill quickly. Some dude puts the pirate mustache in his crackalacka.
Mark graciously accepts his autographed bottle of pure Morrocan authentic... something or other.
Enter Menara's Moraccan Restaurant in San Jose, CA and cue up the Disney's Aladdin soundtrack.
Traditional decor, hukas, camels, etc. Check! Smell of Pine Sol... Check!
Enter... the "magic". Morrocan Magic made with 5 kinds of juices, 2 kinds of RAM, er I mean rum, Jimmy and... well "magic".
Meet the belly dancers... wow, Morrocans bear a striking resemblance to California white folks.
Belly dancing is an equal opportunity employer. Even yo nana got a job.
Mildred and Jimmy let the "magic" begin.
And soon, the guys are part of the belly dancing entertainment.
Mark poses with the Belly Dancer's magic stick (of course we don't know where the magic stick has been.)
And now it's the ladies turn to learn the art of belly dancing.
Mark and Lisa playing out a fantasy with the magic stick.
Mark poses with the stick.
The ladies strike a pose.
Marvin and Juan demonstrate balancing the "magic" - Juan on his enormous pecs, Marvin on his enormous belly.
Marvin's belly holds up well, but Juan's pecs lose balance and some "magic" is lost.
Mark and Lisa after a few glasses of "magic".
When the magic kicks in, the homies get crunk.
At this point, things start to get crazier. The table across from us is also celebrating a birthday with a pirate theme.
Mark posing with his birfday fez.
And now, the pirates have joined forces with the magicians.
What's crazy about this picture is the guy in the pink shirt is holding a vial containing a sample of his friend's cremated remains. Is that nuts or what? Later, pink shirt guy did the splits!
Now the dead guy in the vial is in Clevelands!
Magic makes you happy.
Rumor has it that this particular Morrocan restaurant has often turned from innocent belly dancing and dinner into sinful orgies. We begin to see signs that the rumor might prove itself true.
More signs of orgyanization in the dark depths of the pirate caves.
More evidence that things are going downhill quickly. Some dude puts the pirate mustache in his crackalacka.
Mark graciously accepts his autographed bottle of pure Morrocan authentic... something or other.
Mark outside makin' off with the fez.
Colleen shows the pirates' pinata, before performing a baton routine.
Meanwhile two delinquents push each other down the street in an office chair. You know this is a great neighborhood for a classy Morrocan restaurant.
Lisa squats.
Time to go. Party's over.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I Survived a Japanese Game Show
Old news... but I just caught it for the first time last night. Very funny though. Watch it!
http://abc.go.com/summer/isurvivedajapanesegame/index
http://abc.go.com/summer/isurvivedajapanesegame/index
Pics From My Phone
Here are some pics that I had in my phone that I just downloaded:
Max driving the car at the play place inside Valley Fair Mall
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Max driving the car at the play place inside Valley Fair Mall
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Max climbing fish
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Ryan's snapping turtle that lives in the fountain in front of their house
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A new home site at Cielo in Rancho Santa Fe, almost 2 acres for the bargain price of 1 mil.
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Ryan's snapping turtle that lives in the fountain in front of their house
The turtle whisperer
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A new home site at Cielo in Rancho Santa Fe, almost 2 acres for the bargain price of 1 mil.
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The back of a new home construction at Cielo
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My Mom and Max
Happy Birthday Mark!
It's Mark's birthday today. Mark's my only brother. My little brother. Well he's not so little anymore. He could probably kick my butt. Anyway, Mil treated us (Cisco Paule's) out for lunch today at Hobee's for Mark's Birthday. Mark and Mil wore the required uniform (they are both wearing khaki pants). They forgot to call Me and Minnie so we weren't coordinated. Notice Mark is being good with his Mediterranean low carb salad... but later he treated himself to a nice free piece of birthday coffee cake with whipped cream on top.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Rest in Peace Uncle Frank
Frank Malit Paule Sr.
United States Navy Retired, Vietnam War Veteran
My father's oldest and only brother
Passed away July 6, 2008
He was 76 years of age.
3 Generations of Paule's in the picture below, taken the day before Uncle passed:
1st generation - Bernardo (Dad) and Uncle Frank
2nd generation - Marvin
3rd generation - Maximilian (21 months old)
That 4th of July weekend when the picture was taken, my Dad and his brother Frank sat on the couches you see in the picture. This was at my Auntie Aimee's house (my Dad and Uncle's youngest sister). The first night when Uncle Frank came over he and Dad stayed up until 3 AM talking, catching up on old times even when the lights went out. In fact, when morning came, Uncle told my Dad that he was mad at him. My Dad asked why. He said because he was still talking and Dad just started snoring. My Dad explained that he fell asleep because he just took his medicine and it makes him drowsy. My Dad later told me that they only maybe once ever did that - stay up and talk all night until they fell asleep. Growing up, by the time my Dad was 5 or 6, Uncle Frank already left for Manila to go to school.
That morning, Auntie told me to tell Uncle Frank that we were going to plan a reunion in the Philippines, next fiesta time in honor of their father (my grandpa) Francisco Paule. When I told that to Uncle Frank, he asked if I knew that my grandpa was fond of women and he has maybe 20 or more children? I said yes and told him that my Dad helped me with a family tree some time ago (http://paulefamily.tribalpages.com/). I showed him the family tree on my laptop and he helped me correct a few things - names of family members that my Dad didn't know.
Later, he asked me if I got everything I needed for the family tree. I told him I did and I would get more details with help from my cousin Raibyn. Then he began to tell me maybe 3 or 4 stories all in a row - about his childhood, about his time in the Navy and how he was proud of his oldest son Frank Jr. who also a Navy Veteran passed away last year. He said he received one achievement in the Navy but Frank Jr. received 5 and he was very proud of him for that.
All my relatives were in a hurry that morning to go to the beach, and they tried to give me the eye as to say cut away from the conversation with Uncle, we need to go now. But I just stayed and listened to him until the very last minute and let him talk. I'm glad I did. It gave me good memories of him.
My fondest childhood memory of Uncle Frank was when I was 9 or 10 and we were visiting at his house in San Diego, his sons were into dirt bikes and they had a Honda Z50 mini trail bike that the boys outgrew. He let me have it and we took it home to Milpitas in our van. I had great memories riding that trailbike around our front yard before the yard was landscaped. After going in an oval over and over again, it turned into a dirt track. And especially the time I was riding down Jacklin Avenue, a major street in Milpitas with my sister Minnie riding on the back and we got pulled over by the police. We had no license plate and that trailbike was probably not legal for the street. Anyway, I'll remember Uncle for giving me the minbike and having those fun times.
We'll miss you Uncle. You had a tough life some times but you were strong and we are glad we were able to spend time with you in your last days here. Hopefully, you felt before you left us that we love you very much. You had a smile on your face and you were happy to be with family. You remind us not to take life for granted. There is no time for arguing, fighting or bickering. We should spend and enjoy our time together and not let petty things get in the way and make us lose time. Safe travels, Uncle. You'll be missed and remembered.
United States Navy Retired, Vietnam War Veteran
My father's oldest and only brother
Passed away July 6, 2008
He was 76 years of age.
3 Generations of Paule's in the picture below, taken the day before Uncle passed:
1st generation - Bernardo (Dad) and Uncle Frank
2nd generation - Marvin
3rd generation - Maximilian (21 months old)
That 4th of July weekend when the picture was taken, my Dad and his brother Frank sat on the couches you see in the picture. This was at my Auntie Aimee's house (my Dad and Uncle's youngest sister). The first night when Uncle Frank came over he and Dad stayed up until 3 AM talking, catching up on old times even when the lights went out. In fact, when morning came, Uncle told my Dad that he was mad at him. My Dad asked why. He said because he was still talking and Dad just started snoring. My Dad explained that he fell asleep because he just took his medicine and it makes him drowsy. My Dad later told me that they only maybe once ever did that - stay up and talk all night until they fell asleep. Growing up, by the time my Dad was 5 or 6, Uncle Frank already left for Manila to go to school.
That morning, Auntie told me to tell Uncle Frank that we were going to plan a reunion in the Philippines, next fiesta time in honor of their father (my grandpa) Francisco Paule. When I told that to Uncle Frank, he asked if I knew that my grandpa was fond of women and he has maybe 20 or more children? I said yes and told him that my Dad helped me with a family tree some time ago (http://paulefamily.tribalpages.com/). I showed him the family tree on my laptop and he helped me correct a few things - names of family members that my Dad didn't know.
Later, he asked me if I got everything I needed for the family tree. I told him I did and I would get more details with help from my cousin Raibyn. Then he began to tell me maybe 3 or 4 stories all in a row - about his childhood, about his time in the Navy and how he was proud of his oldest son Frank Jr. who also a Navy Veteran passed away last year. He said he received one achievement in the Navy but Frank Jr. received 5 and he was very proud of him for that.
All my relatives were in a hurry that morning to go to the beach, and they tried to give me the eye as to say cut away from the conversation with Uncle, we need to go now. But I just stayed and listened to him until the very last minute and let him talk. I'm glad I did. It gave me good memories of him.
My fondest childhood memory of Uncle Frank was when I was 9 or 10 and we were visiting at his house in San Diego, his sons were into dirt bikes and they had a Honda Z50 mini trail bike that the boys outgrew. He let me have it and we took it home to Milpitas in our van. I had great memories riding that trailbike around our front yard before the yard was landscaped. After going in an oval over and over again, it turned into a dirt track. And especially the time I was riding down Jacklin Avenue, a major street in Milpitas with my sister Minnie riding on the back and we got pulled over by the police. We had no license plate and that trailbike was probably not legal for the street. Anyway, I'll remember Uncle for giving me the minbike and having those fun times.
We'll miss you Uncle. You had a tough life some times but you were strong and we are glad we were able to spend time with you in your last days here. Hopefully, you felt before you left us that we love you very much. You had a smile on your face and you were happy to be with family. You remind us not to take life for granted. There is no time for arguing, fighting or bickering. We should spend and enjoy our time together and not let petty things get in the way and make us lose time. Safe travels, Uncle. You'll be missed and remembered.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Go Large
Yesterday evening, we decided to try and see if Maximilian was ready to sit through a movie at the theater. We brought him to see Wall*E. By the time we got there he was asleep but he woke up when the movie started.
And looks like you can buy some BnL gear here:
It went well for a while. He was quiet, sat still and was interested in the movie. But half way through, he decided to get up and start yelling "Gordon! Gordon!". (Gordon is the name of a train from Thomas the Tank Engine).
Then, he started wandering and wanted to run up and down the aisles. Sigh... guess he's not ready yet. We got a refund and went home wondering how the movie ended. Thankfully, we found a way to watch the ending... but we won't reveal that here ;-)
For those who have seen the movie, I thought this was an interesting website:
And looks like you can buy some BnL gear here:
Prime Minister of Lithuania
10 minutes of my day today was spent with the Lithuanian Prime Minister, Gediminas Kirkilas. He came for an Executive Briefing and demonstration of our company's products. I was scheduled to spend 30 minutes demonstrating the latest in Unified Communications and Emerging Technologies - Digital Signage, IP Interoperability and Video Surveillance.
He was surrounded by lots of these guys - secret service. They look just like they do in the movies - dark suits, sunglasses, the coiled earpiece.
Unfortunately, things were behind schedule so it was requested the demo go quickly. So 10 minutes into the demo they started to shake my hand and said great demo, thanks and left. I guess they must have been very hungry - it was past 2 PM and they had not eaten lunch yet. The feedback was good though - the Prime Minister was impressed with the demo of our products using the latest technologies.
He was surrounded by lots of these guys - secret service. They look just like they do in the movies - dark suits, sunglasses, the coiled earpiece.
Unfortunately, things were behind schedule so it was requested the demo go quickly. So 10 minutes into the demo they started to shake my hand and said great demo, thanks and left. I guess they must have been very hungry - it was past 2 PM and they had not eaten lunch yet. The feedback was good though - the Prime Minister was impressed with the demo of our products using the latest technologies.
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