21 February 2012: Dribbling with Limsanity

As an Asian-American, I must be a terrible disappointment to my Caucasian friends.  In school, unlike my abacus-wielding compatriots, I was no mathematical genius, counting myself lucky if I could add and subtract competently with the help of my fingers and toes.  Later, when Bruce Lee seemed to be all the rage, my own fists were curled (not furiously but) limpidly around dusty library books.  And now comes Jeremy Lin of the New York Knicks, the new wonderboy of the Wonder Bread set.  I’ve been telling my friends proudly that Jeremy and I share the same surname in Chinese even though we spell it differently in English.  The written character in Chinese looks like two trees standing together, of equal height and looking exactly alike (see the graphic design on my personal website).  This is all very ironic because, in real life, I have always detested sports, and my only claim to any expertise in basketball is when I wake up in the morning with my pillow wet because I’ve been dribbling in my sleep.  Oh, gosh.  Is that Too Much Limformation?