With this past weekend’s stunning, 5-3 host nation defeat of the Canadian Olympic Hockey Team by the underdog Team USA, instant comparisons were drawn to the 1980 Olympics in Lake Placid. It was there three decades ago this week that an undermanned, undergunned and underexperienced USA Mens hockey team comprised of amateur college athletes shocked the country world — and themselves — with an odds-defying defeat of the mighty Soviet Union hockey team — a team that at the time, was arguably history’s greatest and at worst, above and beyond the current world’s best. It was famously dubbed “Miracle on Ice” and inspired the team to the eventual gold medal. Testament to the unique power of sport to unify, rally and focus anew a nation, it inspired an America out of its new decade doldrums. It was perhaps the gold medal-winning event of a gold medal-winning events.
This Is Your Time! Now Win One For The Kinder.
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No Love For “Valentine’s Day”
We’re all familiar with the popular saying about love being the universal language. And here I thought the universal colloquial was laughter but, digress I must. It’s the cusp of a Valentine’s Day weekend and we’re talking about amour’s transcedence: Its wondrously unique ability to bridge divides; to invalidate differences — regardless of how significant or petty — into 3rd class irrelevance. Love is the sum total of an equation pairing two sides of egalitarian respect and adoration. It is, borrowing a popular aphorism I used to bite regularly when writing syrupy love cards to girlfriends, “an exclusive fan club with only two members.” I got a lot of love for love.
How To Win $$$ At Super Bowl XLIV
As you read this, chances are — whether sports fan or not — that later on today, if not already, you will be among the estimated 100 million + people viewing and partaking in that most American of rituals: Super Bowl Sunday. And while true fans of the two competing teams for professional football’s 44th (XLIV) championship, The New Orleans Saints and The Indianapolis Colts, likely don’t extend too much beyond Louisiana and Indiana respectively, Super Bowl Sunday, for the unattached and/or casual fan, is far beyond the two teams.
Un-Original Pretenders: SGHS Girls Basketball Coaching Staff
You know that cliche that sweepingly generalizes Asians as looking far younger than their actual age would suggest? Well, the caretakers of the girls basketball program at San Gabriel (CA) High (home of The Matadors) not only apparently believed that stereotype to be true, they allegedly put their belief to practice. 
Just a few days into the new year, San Gabriel High principal Jim Schofield confirmed the mid-December firings of varsity girls coach Manny Flores, junior varsity coach Mark Ho and frosh girls coach Jannie Han after it was discovered that coach Han — a 2007 alum of the school and current student at Cal Poly Pomona – allegedly suited up and played as a member of the JV team in a Dec. 9 road game against El Monte High. Holy Shiseido counter! What were they thinking?
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YOMYOMF Mixtape: Practice Safe Mix
Vol. IV of the series is FCC, NSA, MTA and NBC approved. Please play with caution but, listen with abandon.
James Bond Theme – John Barry
YOMYOMF Mixtape: Listen: Lesson: Listen


Vol. III of the series, and the final selection for the ‘09, comes with a few deeply personal dedications:
Ms. Camellarri, Ms. Moran, Sr. Carmen Raphael, Mrs. Estrada, Mr. Farkas, Mr. Llewellyn, Mr. Norton, Fr. Kidney, Ms. McFaul, Ms. Collette, Ms. Combs, Dr. James, Prof. Thompson, Prof. Grimes, Prof. Deppa, Prof. Hayes, Dean Agbayani and to my two best teachers in the classroom without walls, mom and dad: Thank you all. I learned.
Happy 2010 to you.
To Sir With Love – Lulu
Wake Up Everybody – Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes
The Kids Are Alright
As the music industry’s woes and general malaise — more than a bit of it, self-induced by decades of its own overstuffed arrogance and failure to genuinely diversify — continue, the outsider, anti-corporate spirit of DIY, not only lives on but, thrives in the form of some self-described musicians and singers, a good number of whom, for various reasons, likely wouldn’t have made it beyond the piles of demos in any label office.

Specifically, the indie spirit subsists via decidedly lo-fi, low tech and low budget (not exceeding more than a few chai boba lattes, which likely fueled the sessions) self-made music videos. For the most part, no more than web-camed, individual karaoke sessions shot in a bedroom, these recorded performances are broadcast by scores of un-shy singers with hi-speed connections and high-level social network savvy. This is MTV (when MTV actually played music videos) for a generation weaned on “American Idol” and “America’s Got Talent” and for whom, there lies a tacit if not, actually verbalized dream to be discovered somewhere, somehow by someone a la their ’scene’s’ Patron Saint, Arnel Pineda who famously parlayed YouTubed covers into a living-the- dream career as the new lead singer of Journey.

Most are barely listenable, far from emo-riffic — some even terrible — and how this all translates to live performances before real audiences still remains to be seen as well as heard but, a good number, have the pipes, the skills and most importantly, the tone and soul. This has also led to more than a few cool partnerships between video performers like the one below between Melissa Polinar, a Pinay singer/songwriter from Dallas and Jennifer Chung, a KA similar hyphenate from Irvine, who likely came to know each other online via their respective videos. Here they are dueting on Polinar’s original “Brave Face.”
YOMYOMF Mixtape: Holla-Day
Version 2.0 of YOMYOMF’s thematic mixtapes comes with an eclectic mix of traditional, Old School and none of the above. Happy Holidays to all. Enjoy!
Do They Know It’s Christmas – Band Aid
God Bless The Child – Billie Holiday
Money, you’ve got lots of friends,
Crowding round the door.
When you’re gone, spending ends,
They don’t come no more.
Celebrate Me Home – Kenny Loggins
Please, celebrate me home,
Give me a number,
please, celebrate me home
Play me one more song,
That I’ll always remember,
and I can recall,
whenever I find myself too all alone,
I can sing me home.
Christmas Rapping – Kurtis Blow
YOMYOMF Mixtape: A Piece of Peace


I DJ. And these days, from Silverlake to Williamsburg, when you can’t walk three steps without bumping into a hipster/new urbanite who claims to do the same, I realize that acclamation is akin to saying, “I wear shoes.” However for me, spinning recorded music has been anything but, trendy. Rather, it’s a pastime that has mirrored my music-collecting hobby since I bought my first record in the summer after 4th grade.
Holding Out For A (CNN) Hero
Does the hero lie in you?
The Thanksgiving holiday — and with it YOMYOMF’s Flava of The Week category — has officially moved on. However, I’m of the opinion that plaudits for genuine selflessness deserve more than an annual, single day shout out — not that gracious deeds should be committed solely for the purposes of winning a competition. Heroism and inspiration exist daily. On the hour. By the minute. 24-7-365. Such is the case with Efren Penaflorida.
Efren, an unassuming 27-year old teacher from The Philippines with the dedication to service of a Mother Theresa and the determination of a K2 summiteer, was awarded CNN’s Hero of The Year at the Kodak Theatre in a ceremony televised before an audience of millions Thanksgiving Day. His acceptance speech was nothing short of World Class.
UPDATE: Be Water, My Friend . . . And Kick Some Ass
The legacy is alive and kicking. And punching. Most definitely.

Pac adminsters a Mano Po to Miguel Cotto.
Last Saturday, before an audience of hundreds of millions worldwide and a live SRO crowd at MGM Grand Arena in Las Vegas including Magic Johnson, Brad Pitt, Marky Mark Wahlberg, Will Ferell, Phil Ivey, Derek Jeter and numerous thick-faced politicians, Manny “Pac Man” Pacquiao systematically TKO’d World Boxing Organization welterweight champion Miguel Cotto in the 12th round and in the process became the first boxer in the entire history of the sport to win an extraordinary 7th (!) World Title in his 7th different (!) weight class. No boxer prior, not Muhammad Ali, not Rocky Marciano, not Joe Louis, not Jack Dempsey. Not Oscar de la Hoya (whom he vanquished), not Sugar Ray Leonard, not Jake LaMotta. Not Rocky Balboa nor Ivan Drago; not Maggie Fitzgerald nor Mickey O’Neil; not Piston Honda nor Drederick Tatum, has ever achieved the feat that the 30-year old Filipino accomplished. Time Magazine editor Howard Chua-Eoan’s extensive feature on Pac Man is a must-read.
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Sorry, No Disc Count For You
A little over four months ago in mid June, I along with tens of thousands of hapless like-mindeds — inconsolable and defeated — mourned like the covert Scottish patriots at William Wallace’s public execution in BRAVEHEART as the last two American Virgins were sacrificed in New York and Hollywood.

More specifically, the last two Virgin Megastores. That, coupled with the shuttering of the venerable and iconic Tower Records chain, had the subtle effect of a Muay Thai elephant kick to the already deflated psyches of recorded media collectors worldwide. In a few fell swoops of corporate bottom-lining, the record store experience: Venues to escape and lose oneself filtering through bins, discovering a semi-obscure album and/or an underappreciated director, actor and film, became critically fewer. This was the day we all had been foretold and dreaded actually experiencing happen.
Game, Set, Chant: Wardancing With The Stars
Consider the sport of rugby — imagine football but, sans padding and helmet — a game I discovered, fell in love with and played throughout college and well into my young professional life before various joints started to take longer to heal. It’s been described as a barbarian’s sport played by gentlemen, owing to its origins as a violent game contested primarily by the establishment. As if the sport itself was not brutal enough,
Witness the Haka.
More specifically, the Haka Timatanga, performed solely by the NZ Maori, an all-star team comprised of professional ruggers, all ethnically Maori. And now, the Ka Mate Haka of the NZ All Blacks, the national team.
5 Scariest Movie Villains
Apart from a near-instant compulsion and excuse to candy-hoard (that one never goes away), Halloween — one of my favorite times of the year — for me, has always been about getting scared. More specifically, getting my fright on from a good, spine-chiller. As this favored time approaches, I fixed myself a nice cup of hot buttered cider with rum and pieced together my list of 5 characters who scared (and continue to scare) the crap out of me.
5. The Headless Horseman (THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW)
Be Water, My Friend . . . And Kick Some Ass
Somewhere, Bruce Lee must be smiling the smile of justified contentment.

Thirty-six years after his untimely, shocking and still-mysterious passing, the martial arts, action film and ethnic minority icon who famously smashed widely-held notions of Asian male masculinity and perception, still inspires unyielding devotion from fans and derision from some revisionist academics and critics. Yet, here in 2009, nearing what would should have been his 69th birthday, Mr. Lee’s legacy of physicality shapeshifts in the form of two Asian men, Manny Pacquiao and Lyoto Machida, the respective best boxer and mixed martial artist in the world.

Filipino World Champion Manny Pacquiao helps convince Oscar De La Hoya to retire from the sport.
Out Of The Mouths Of Babes . . .
At the onset, this post’s initial content and tone were poles apart from what it became. More curmudgeon than cogent; more snark than sane; more cynical than saintly, it was — as the topic header betrays — a from-the-gut reaction. Recently faced with daily reminders of a family member’s, and by extension my own, mortality and its accompanying despair, I was going to make mine an angry post. But, a group of 5th graders from Staten Island whom I’ve never met, bitch-slapped my negativity with a rather unexpected weapon: Their sweet, soul-piercing harmonies. If you, like me, are a regular YouTuber, you’ve likely perused clips of the kids of PS22. More specifically, the school’s chorus led by musical teacher and chorus director, Gregg Breinberg, who, as of the start of the month, had garnered 11 million collective views for their simple school project. There’s magic in their unfiltered and genuine voices that for whatever reason, almost always seems to get a speck of dirt to fall in my friggin’ eyes! If you’ve seen and heard them before, listen and view again. If you’ve not, I invite you to listen and view. Again.










