So today is Easter. The day when good Christians (except certain subsects) and even better Catholics (Yay home team!) celebrate the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and of course what it all means (We're still not too sure, but then there's a reason these things are called Mysteries.). Of course, there are a lot of other things that lead up to this day too, like that whole Passion thing. Which, in turn explains why I haven't been blogging recently: I've been busy trying to save my soul (probably didn't work ... rats). However, I did get to FINALLY go to see the cherry blossoms up in Central Park. Or at least, I was going to, when I got sidetracked via my old church. It was 3pm, and I figured I should go to Good Friday services, and I was right there anyway. I met a few old familiar faces. Good times. But back to the story ... So I get to Central park, all a fearful. The Mass went long, the weather reports predicted rain, the sun was setting, and the blossoms in my neighborhood are just about to hit full bloom. And yet, the sun was out, the sky was crystal clear blue, and the blossoms? Well, in a VERY unusual turn of events, they are lagging the ones in my neighborhood. Usually it's the other way around. They hadn't even begun to sprout. So all my fear and cursing was for nothing. I'll go back next week and bring an "after" picture. :: Once again, I was pretty much the only Korea in the Bensonhurst procession. That's where the old line Italian churches: St. A's, St. Dominic's, St. Benedict's, etc., gather together and have a giant procession through the neighborhood to one of the churches (the hosting church rotates). It's a big deal, with cops shutting down the streets (It's like a big slow religious freight train. You just have to wait it out. Which must have sucked for the pizza delivery guy we spotted.), the bishop coming in to lead the march and give a speech, and nearly 2,000 faithful eventually marching or waiting at the hosting church. You buy candles, you sing old Italian hymns, you get surprised and strange looks from the Italians. It's cold, it's slow, it's tiring, and it's a lot of fun. I wish I wasn't the only Asian there tho. :: So after all the church, all the food, and even the trip up to visit my grandfather's cemetery plot, I come home and deal with the rest of my life. Which means FINALLY doing my taxes. And I got to thinking. Today is all about celebrating Jesus' victory over death. Which is no small thing. But the old expression is that the two things you can't avoid are Death and Taxes. So Jesus defeats Death, but what does he say about Taxes? Crap. So when the world ends, and we all are resurrected, we'll also be audited?! I guess this means I better find that stupid 1099 form.