August 28, 2007

• The Evolution of The Franksabunch™

  The end of The Franksabunch™ is here.

  I always love hearing stories that are woven with honor, strength and sacrifice, especially ones from the days of yore.  I watched 300 recently and was just struck by the way these men willingly went to their deaths in the hopes that others would live and that good would ultimately triumph over evil.  (Some say that if Xerxes had his way, democracy, as we know it, would not exist today.)  The last scene of Leonidas standing triumphantly before his enemies, embracing his fate while uttering, "my queen, my wife, my love!" replayed in my mind multiple times this past weekend. 

  It is in these moments that I reminisce about my father.  No, he was not a soldier (beyond compulsory service every man in Taiwan must fulfill), but he was most certainly old school in the way he conducted his life, the way he would sacrifice himself on a daily basis.  I wrote about it in a prior post so I won't recycle it here.  Though I could comprehend in a logical way why he would put himself through those things for others, I could never fully understand the heart of why he did.  His heart shone like the rays of the sun...radiant in my eyes but elusive when I would reach out and try to grasp it.  I wondered if I would ever be able to grab those rays and place them in my own chest to keep those around me warm.

  I no longer wonder about that anymore.  You see, I just got married.  And since then I have come to understand how Leonidas had the strength to stand there and stare down his fate in an encounter that would serve to affect the ages, and how my dad died a little each day so others could not only live, but live well.  It is only after getting married that I could truly grasp the essence what true love is.

  True love, you see, is the simple act of giving yourself away to another.

  I tell my wife probably 3 times too often that one of my favorite things in this world is covering her with a blanket and watching her sleep, because in that precious moment I know that she is safe, warm and without want.  It is something that is worth fighting for.  Something worth sacrificing for. 

  I also told her that it was quite fitting that we spent our first weekend as husband and wife not cavorting on the shores of some distant beach surrounded by sunburned, socioeconomically privileged socialites, but rather in the act of preparing and serving almost 200 burgers to homeless and unemployed guests.  And for most of the day it was just the two of us (because 99 out of the 100 other people on the e-vite flaked out on us!).  Just the two of us working together to make the world a better place.  Not a bad way to start our life together.

  So, dear subbers and stalkers, here is the end of The Franksabunch™.  Not the xanga/blog, of course.  (I love my eprops too much )  That will continue on (much to the chagrin of many, I imagine), but the person who was The Franksabunch™ is no more.  He gave himself away to another, but in doing so finally became a complete person.

  I can't wait for the rest of our lives, my Love, my Chagee Neem.  Thank you for loving me for who I am and not for who I am supposed to be. 

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  I'm serious.  This is not a joke!  We had a simple courthouse ceremony and will have a church ceremony and reception later in the future.  Why?  When faced with the question of whether to spend more or less time married to the wahine I love, the answer was easy.  That and the allure of the Korean girl was too strong to resist.  Bwahahahaha!  I kid.  I kid.

  And no boo-hissing!  I never said that I didn't have a wahine in my life, only that I wasn't married.  If you read the last post carefully, you'll see that I was talking about a past situation.  And to answer another question some of you are wondering, having been approached by someone through xanga for sex (!) before, I'm a little careful about what I post publicly on here, so I've largely kept her off (by name, look back at certain posts and you can guess that she's the one I was with in certain posts).  She knows about my xanga, but finds the idea of public blogging strange and doesn't read it very often.  And finally, in Korea there's a saying that when people see a beautiful girl walking down the street they comment that the man walking with her "must be very smart."  Well, people always tell me that I'm the smartest man in the world.

  Have a great week!

  Edit: She doesn't like to have her picture on the internet, but I will ask her!

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