I just took this today on the way to Taco Bell. I think i'm a pretty good photographer. If you look really hard, you can see the dollar sign.



I'm gone for the weekend. Have a good time, everyone.

p.s. we won! now it's time for shim yuk gang aka the round of 16.

inspect her gadget

My digital camera finally arrived. It's a Canon Elph Powershot 330. Works great.

Here's how I look in a dusty mirror:

SirFreeLancelot

Oh yeah, my cover story for KoreAm came out yesterday. here's the fake picture on the cover.



At least my story looks good, except the layout is kind of hard to read, the margins are screwed up and there are big black lines covering some text, they were put there for artistic reasons. bah.

It's my first cover story but I don't feel that excited. I wonder why. Is it because it's for a very small niche market magazine? Probably. I guess I just have delusions of grandeur. Or maybe it's because I've been writing for KoreAm since 1998. I think i need some new publications to write for.

I don't have a job. Part of me wants to have the security of a full-time job and part of me wants to just jump into the world of freelance. I haven't really had a chance to devote myself fully to this endeavor and I'm thinking I can make a living off it if I just get my shit together. It's all about self-motivation, I suppose. Something I'm not really that good at. bah. The soft deadline of magazines and the whole process of pitching stories is a big turnoff.

Anyway, here's what I'm looking into for freelance: Rolling Stone, Esquire, Spin, Maxim, Stuff, wired.com*, Wired*, GQ, Men's Health, New York magazine, Los Angeles magazine, New York Times city section, Wall Street Journal online, and of course, Gene Simmon's Tongue.



*Already written articles for

For your viewing pleasure, here's a group of racy Italian advertisements too hot for TV. This kind of reminds me of that hidden pictures thing from Highlights.

Fun with a purpose, indeed.

we tied!!!





we tied.

I checked my box at the journalism school and Jen Cho left some pictures of us from the boat ride. She's such a nice girl, always doing things like that.



My parents are in town to watch my brother's play. Opening night was yesterday. It was pretty good. Review to come. My parents also gave me pictures from graduation, I think i might scan some of those pictures in.

i changed my template. thanks, blogskins.

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we won!

we won!!!

a toast to your memory

It was a great day today. 75 degrees, nice breeze, low humidity. So me and Teri walked a bunch. Went to the Guggenheim and checked out some art. Fernand L�ger. We discussed his progression through his career and how different his earlier work was compared to one of his final pieces, "The Great Parade," which he painted a year before his death at the overripe age of 74.




I liked Picasso's "Woman with Yellow Hair."



Later, we saw another woman with yellow hair, you may know her as Murphy Brown. We were walking down Fifth Avenue and Candice Bergen stopped at the crosswalk with us and Teri said, "Wait a minute, isn't that..." and I was like "who?" And then I saw her and said, "oh." We both didn't want to seem like celebrity worshipping assholes so we just shut up. But really I wanted to shout, 'Loved you in Miss Congeniality!' like some kind of rabid fan but I was able to restrain myself after slowly counting to 10. She was wearing grey sweatpants with a thong (yes, i looked) and a sweater around her neck. She walks damn fast.

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Shouts out to: choiboi and dk song in amsterdam - the envelope please...y. peter kim in the 213 - keep bangin, yo...charles lim - where you at kid?...janey jane - i miss you...yoon suk il in korea - stop using my name.

6-cha

my life.

galapagos- right on time.
il bagatto- first time eating in the lounge. calamari was excellent.
10th street lounge - interesting convo with my homeboy keegan about his failed relationship.
tribe - the non-gay guy, talking to my dad about inheritance money, dictation, 2 grey goose martinis...i pick everything up...bah.
W hotel - red light, the latina with the black lipstick, talkin high school football, big chinatown fight...damn.
stupid pizza joint owned by koreans who only have pepperoni and broccoli - i'm out.

fuck.

"No, I didn't."

I'm a bad boy. I have many secrets. That is all.

i hate blogging. blogging is lame

so Eugene aka choiboi took off at around 5pm, and five hours later, keegan, my homeboy from high school showed up. yay.

1. APT - it was ok. the best part was when Traci was telling me about how much she hated me. I loved it. she loved it. she's gone.

2. Remote Lounge - lame. I peed in the corner on some shit.

3. Guernica - lame. what do you expect on a wednesday night.

4. Sidewalk - dummies don't like burgers i guess.

5. Nino's pizza - fuckers gave my damn gyro away, but i made them pay...

6. Cherry tavern - whatever. tequila special x2. i was tired.

So I'm thinking about:

A. Moving my blog to an unknown address.

B. Password-protecting this blog or a future blog.

C. Quitting blogging and writing my shit in Microsoft Word.

D. Nothing.

E. To hell with everything and spill the beans.

Winner is You!

represent BK to the fullest...


Robert Varkonyi of Brooklyn, N.Y., poses with his $2 million dollar winnings Friday, May 24, 2002, at the Binion's Horshoe Casino in Las Vegas. Varkonyi won the 33rd World Series of Poker. The queen and ten card on the money was his winning hand in the no-limit Texas hold-em game.(AP Photo/Joe Cavaretta)

I haven't posted a good entry in quite some time. I find that putting the details of my life down publicly on the internet gets me into trouble.

The Gist (in exclamation mode) :

I met michael for a drink...carne. had no idea anything like that existed above 100th St.

an attractive girl
fool you at first glance
a mildy attractive girl
(willing to make a play at the bar)
she very naturally asks for a cigarette
not too sweet, not too eager
so anyway...
minds her own business, sort of
banter, pleasantries
playful bantries are exchanged
korean calligraphy
if you say i look chinese i'll kill you
(i want to get into your bantries)
what
look at me
don't I?
no, you don't
too eager
knows how to use makeup, but has a big pleasant head
so anyway...
how old are you?
30
no you're not
i'm not?
hey, is he 30?
disinterest
yeah, he is
how old are you?
24
how old is she?
24
she work here?
I dunno
so anyway...
wow, you have a lot of tapes
do you have the top gun soundtrack
she is smart enough to know when she is being made fun of
i didn't mean to, it just came out
so anyway!

Just got back from the graduation day festivities. It was nice to schmooze, but it's sort of sad at the same time. One year is too short, I suppose. Oh well, most of my fellow students will be staying in New York so I guess we will meet each other again as industry people. But the innocence will be lost, to some extent. I dunno. So me and eugenius are gonna go down to a korean restaurant in about an hour and meet up with my parents and have a dinner celebration. after that, I guess we're drinking. It never ends.

love,

Peter