Ruined Moments Anonymous

In a plain office room, several people are sitting in a circle with a moderator holding a clipboard.


Moderator: Thank you everyone for coming. I'd like to welcome you all to our first meeting. We've all had special moments ruined by obnoxious people. This group was created to give us all an opportunity to share our stories and help each other put those days behind us. Staying anonymous, there's no need to introduce yourself...just tell us what happened. Who would like to go first?

[Gorgeous blond raises hand]

Moderator: Yes, you. What happened?

Blond [teary eyed, she struggles to share her story]: Well...My name was called because I won an award. I got up to accept it, and right after I started to talk...ummm....he grabbed the mic out of my hand and said, "Yo, I'm really happy for you and Imma let you finish, but Beyonce had the best video of all time."

[group disapprovingly mumbles to each other: "What a jerk." "I can't believe him." etc etc]

Blond continues: I was shocked. I couldn't even finish after he handed me the mic back. Thankfully, Beyonce won the last award for the night and gave me her stage time to finish my acceptance speech.

[group, nodding, mumbles to each other: "Thank God for Beyonce." "I like her." "She's great." etc etc]

Moderator: How awful. Thank you for sharing that. [group applauds] Yes...[points to man #1]

Man #1 [angry]: It was my wedding day. My wife looked amazing. She gracefully walked down to the alter...I took her hand from her father...and right when we began to take our vows...he just butts in, "Yo! I'm really happy for you two, and Imma let you finish, but Tom Brady's wedding was the best wedding of the year."

[group, disgusted, mumbles again: "Wow, even at someone's wedding." "How arrogant." etc etc]

Man #1 continues: I mean, he wasn't even invited!! The happiest day of my life was ruined because he's a WHORE for attention! I'm just glad Beyonce was there. When he left, she took the podium, presided over our wedding, and married us. She made it special again.

[group, cheerful, mumbles to each other: "She's just amazing." "She's beautiful and classy." "Someone's mom raised their child right." etc etc]

Moderator: Amazing. At least there's one person in this world that has respect and manners. Not everyone can say they were married by Beyonce. [group applauds]. Why don't we go with you next [points to a black man wearing a suit].

Black Man: Uh...well...uhhh...we made history. The time had come to put aside childish things. And...uhh...well...it was the day of my inauguration. I stood there ready to make my pledge, then he grabbed the mic and said, "Yo! I know you're about to bring change and I'm really happy for you, but Bill Clinton was the best commander and chief of my generation."

[group, ever more disgusted, mumbles: "He even disgraces the nation." "Unbelievable." "He even thinks Bush hates black people." etc etc]

Black Man: I tried to stay cool. And...uhh...well...Thank the nation we have Beyonce. Before giving us a great performance, she used her stage time to swear me into office. God bless her and God bless America.

[group, inspired, mumbles: "She's a true American." "I believe in Beyonce" "Yes we can." etc etc]

Moderator: Wow. Thank you Mr., ahem, umm...nevermind, this is an anonymous meeting. Ok. One more. You, over there.

Man: My wife and I were at the hospital. Nine months had passed since our honeymoon, and we were about to give birth to our first baby. I can't tell you all how excited I was. Our companies, money, all of the success with our careers...none of that mattered. This was the greatest accomplishment of our lives. The moment came, and when we got to the delivery room, he pushed aside the doctor and said, "Yo! You're about to have your first child and all, I'm really happy for you. Imma let you finish. But baby Jesus was the greatest birth of all time."

[group, fed up, mumbles to each other: "He won't even let you enjoy the birth of a child." "God, he's just too arrogant." etc etc]

Man: I was shocked. I couldn't even enjoy the arrival of my first born child. Somehow, Beyonce was in the same hospital. When I told her what happened, she let me have sex with her until she got pregnant. Because of her, I can at least look forward to another child birth.

[group approvingly mumbles to each other: “She’s an angel.” “She’s such a giving soul.” etc etc]

[As the man sits down he gets congratulatory high fives from all the other guys at the meeting.]

Moderator: Wow…well, that’s all the time we have left for this meeting. I hope that we’ve all learned that for every cloud, Beyonce’s the silver lining. Next meeting we’ll discuss when it’s too early to claim going down as the voice of a generation, of a decade.

We're All a Little Evil

We are, aren't we? There's a little devil residing in all of us that gets titillated by the roast lists, sarcasms, and embarrassing fails scattered throughout the internet. We even go as far as searching the measurements, birthdays, and bios of eye-catching lookers whom we have never and may never meet in our lives. Why? They may be celebrities, or on the path towards greater popularity, but I don't see much reason in nurturing the stalker side of our own persona.

I'm a criminal of thought for sure, but I have never gone so far as to defame someone publicly on the internet. I have certainly looked at women at parties and thought, "whoa...she's got the body of a goddess and the face of an oyster's ass." Yet, I have never deviously gone farther than confiding my opinion of a shark-toothed Fergie clone to a buddy over my shoulder. People that thrive on defiling the public image of others are horrible bottom-feeders of society with an esteem so low that they need to stand on mounds of shit to raise their heads high enough to get a look at anything. It's purely unnecessary scumbaggery that doesn't even deserve proper vocabulary to describe.

We still need a little evil though. It's the yin and yang that helps us maintain balance like the cycles of Mondays, Humpdays, to Fridays. If the internet was all bunnies and kittens, it'd be a pretty boring place. We need the bad to help us cherish the good. We need to get needled occasionally about our awful hair days to remind us not to take ourselves too seriously. But shit, let's keep it within a trusted circle of friends. After all, we only need a little evil.

@#$%@#$%

I'm in such a rotten mood. Sure, the rounds of chain smoking might alleviate some of my foul state of mind, but I'm so incredibly agitated that I doubt an entire pack of cancer sticks could completely kill this anger.

If I were to gauge the pulsating veins in my forehead, the rage-o-meter would read well over burying a puppy's face in coarse sand yet slightly under middle-finger saluting little league caravans while cutting so close into their lane the screams of terrified children would tingle small bouts of evil glee. Yes...I'm so angry it's making me wordy. I feel so enraged that my sentences are running on with nonsense...been there??

What a bullshit day... It was bright with clear blue skies, and I sat here annoyed. Fucking waste.

Live. Love. Laugh. (...whenever you can avoid the shitty fucking people that make it their fucking mission to ruin your fucking mood)

Vacation Then Life Not as Usual

My nearly forgotten love for camping was resurrected with last weekend's trip into the wilderness. Relaxing in a folding chair aside a modest river eased away the anxiety of being unplugged from the world. It was so calming that I kept dozing off despite the giggles and glee's from the childish play of twenty-something year olds.

Apparently, my friends would be damned to let a river go not damned. Despite the hilarious imagery of big children in their late twenties shoveling small boulders into unnatural positions across a river, one could easily stand in awe of their intricate work of channels and flood zones. They even blocked off pools to keep the beer cold...after all, we are adults...for the most part... Everything was playful with sprinkles of practicality.

We cleared the campsite in the typical red-eyed and exhausted fashion. Even though we looked bad and probably smelled worse, our faces were revitalized from the city-induced wrinkles. As we descended away from the fresh air of the lush mountains, my cell phone reception leaked back in and gradually replugged me into society's matrix. It didn't take long for "the message" to come in...

I came back to a hurricane of ghosts from a life once past. The inevitable day I dreaded for so many years had finally come. Some heavy decisions were crapping back onto my knotted shoulders, and I wasn't returning to life as usual.

Sometimes I spend so much time looking around life from the outside that I forget that I'm in the middle of it. It's a bad habit when someone's made the kinds of mistakes I have. I must have been pretty crazy to tout around the way I have for the last decade. At least I was never oblivious. I was never naive. I just hate the idea of another person stunting my experiences. I hate backing down.

I'm grateful for the ones that take the time to remind me of how precious and fragile life can be. But what's living if it's always on other people's terms? I've always stood my ground, and although the possibility of serious consequences has returned, I find it difficult to change my stripes. I'm not sure exactly how to continue going about my days now, but I will definitely go about treading lightly. It's not just about myself anymore.

The past few days were filled with the same serious reflection I faced a decade ago. I was forced to revisit the ups and downs of the self I hoped had finally faded. And surprisingly, I came out smiling. The optimist born through the years grew strong enough to look on the brighter side of the coin. There were tons of good times through the turbulent years. Remembering some of them with old best friends was worth the bad news.

In my heart, I sincerely feel like all is going to be okay. Yet, with all the worrying around me, I'm certainly minding my ways.

I know that reading this may be incredibly vague for most, and I apologize for not being able to divulge specifics. Hopefully there will be a day when I can and will share the details...

Damn Computers

I'm going back to pen and paper to write for a while.

Right when I'm in the middle of drafting something self-seemingly significant, the computer dies and stares at me blankly as I stare at it stunned.

Whatever...writing is more gratifying when you can surround yourself with crumbles of bad ideas rather than green and red squiggled underlines.

Lessing Laughter

I can't remember the last time I had a good honest laugh...can you?

Everything humorous barely ekes out a chuckle. Most times, I feel like my laugh is largely forced and half faked to be socially appropriate. Where has my sense of humor gone? Has my funny bone been crippled by arthritis?

I can make myself feel warm recalling memories. I can get myself smiling remembering lighter yesterdays. But it's all too controlled. I never find myself laughing until I can't breath because of the stresses of tomorrow. I never float about grinning unreasonably because of the weight of meeting expectations. And I always walk away more guilty than satisfied from taking leisure.

If I am a man of modern times, it is no wonder why I am down in this economy.

Long Time No Write...

Wow. It's been a really long time since I've written anything. Hmmm...what to write about...

Here's a little something personal:


I've been through several hardships in life. Maybe it's because of my own trials that I have seen so many others with their own...

My childhood neighbor grew up in the messiest home I've ever seen. Along with dog poo lying on the ground, their rooms had so much garbage on the floor that I couldn't step on a single square foot of plain carpet. The family cars were fixer-uppers with spray painted bodies. But we were kids, so we didn't care as long as we found someway to play.

Later in life, I found out that their father was an alcoholic. Not the violent kind. He just couldn't stop sipping on the syzzer. He was always kind to me and even built a playhouse in the backyard for his son. Sadly, the downward spiral was inevitable. It was no surprise why so much trash collected everywhere in their home.

I don't know the details, but the family fell apart. The father left home and drank his days away. Eventually, he was found dead on a park bench. He couldn't have been over 50 years old. Tragic.


There was this girl in middle school. She always seemed happy. She had several friends and was liked by almost all the boys. Somehow, I found out that she had been molested. wtf...


When I was in high school, I met people from all over SoCal. There was a 14 year old girl that would drink and stay out all night. It didn't take long for her to tell us stories of how her father would punish her by tying her up on a chair and then beat her.


I've got millions of stories like this. I didn't read them in books. I met these people. If you wonder why I always seem so laid back and peaceful, it's because the characters that have supported the story of my life have taught me to look past the trivial. Life is far more colorful than any movie can capture in two hours. From guys that died with brain tumors to others that got their head blown off while sitting at home, you never know who you'll meet and how long they'll be around for. Don't spend too much time being angry over dishes.

Neoteny.

Electric Cars and Really Interesting Stats

Shai Agassi gives a TED talk about his company and some of the work they have been doing. The stats that he offers relating to electric cars is very interesting.




I wrote an entry earlier this month about our economy and the need for alternative energy sources. The preceding lecture gives much more compelling evidence.

The graph referencing depleting resources is extremely fascinating. From a brief glance, the volatility in prices increases the more supply decreases. If you're an investor, now may be a good time to buy oil. Actually...oil is an extremely profitable area to be trading in if you properly boost your earnings with option contracts.

Do You Hate Your Neighbors?

Do you hate your neighbors? Because I hate mine. lol.

The walls at my place are so thin I can hear my neighbors farting if they ate enough Mexican. And unfortunately, the jerk that shares the wall with my bedroom has an affinity for listening to loud music. I don't mind loud music. I just hate bad loud music. If you're going to bump it, play the good shit.

As I'm typing this, my neighbor is listening to awful smooth jazz. Yea, you know...the electric guitar with the keyboarding that reminds you of a retro big hair porno. Sick. Music is usually an accompaniment to whatever task being done. Working out? Hit the hip hop. Stuck in 405 traffic? Guilty pleasure sing-a-long pop. But what the hell do you do while listening to generic smooth jazz? Master debates?

Every morning it's the same deal. The dude powers up the radio and tunes to something tasteless. I'm no music snob by any means, but I know good compositions when I hear them. My music tastes are wide and open. I've explored all genres from rock, hip hop, electronic, oldies, alternative, blues, and even jazz. Radiohead tops my list (few are as eccentrically appealing as Thom Yorke). So far, I have never heard a beat seeping through my walls that made me think, "cool...I wonder what song that is..." Annoying!


By the way, I once wrote that the difference between writers and bloggers is that bloggers are whiners... Well, this was a blog entry. haha. Complaint submitted. Happy weekend folks.

It's Always the Quiet Ones + Random Thoughts

You know what they say...it's always the quiet ones you've got to watch out for.

I was just thinking about how most fall victim to the loud people. The people that are yapping away with their chests blown up toward the center of attention are the distractions. They're often the types that can talk all day and not say anything.

Whatever...changing topics without a segue...

It's funny how a really pretty girl that's shy is often perceived as a bitch. She could merely be socially awkward. Shit, she can even be self-conscious with low esteem. Yet, the eyes from outside presume she's unfriendly and full of herself. haha. If people hate you and you're quiet, you're at least an 8.

Life is always more stressful when you're busy thinking about what you need to do, rather than when you're just doing it. So quit bitching and just do it.

I hate it when people plead to change an engaging conversation just because they're not interested and being left out. Let people talk. Don't drag others down to your level. Lift yourself up to theirs. Life's better when you find something interesting in the things otherwise.

If you're going to ask someone a question, make it specific. Never ask, "how was your day?" Instead ask, "what was your favorite part of today?" There will be times when people answer you vaguely and awkwardly. Don't force the question again. It's a signal that they're uncomfortable, and the best response is to shift toward playing a game together. But try to stay away from playing the hand slapping shit...we've all been there...done that...since elementary school.

Guys and girls can not be friends. Period.

People claiming to be clueless about knowing when they are being propositioned are either liars, just being modest, have never gotten their heart broken, or clueless about knowing when they are being propositioned. I think they're liars.

Everything's simple. We make it more complex the longer we think about it. But think about it long enough, and you'll see how simple it is.

Writers are perceptive and insightful. Bloggers are whiners.

Making a good decision only takes 10 seconds. 4 seconds to calm your emotions. 3 seconds to see all of your options. 2 seconds comparing the best two options. 1 second to take action. If you're rubbing your chin in the cereal aisle, you're way too indecisive...I'm being suuper cereal (<= read with lisp).

I ALWAYS make note of people that come to a party empty-handed. Bad etiquette. If the party's not in your honor, it's always a potluck. $5...spend the money.

Never ever disagree with someone if you can't back it up with contrary evidence. Opinions can be accepted without mutual agreement. If your best rebuttal is "trust me," practice listening followed by politely changing the subject.

Hide behind your smile. We all truly, sincerely, deeply do care about how shitty your life is...we just don't want to hear about it.

If you're always busy, we're not friends. Truth. I'm okay with it...anyways, I've got too much stuff to do.

The median income in the U.S. is a little over $50,000 per year. If you're Asian, the median income is about $66,000. Most men earn about $60,000 per year, while most women earn about $45,000. Careful about jumping to conclusions bra burners...the income gap I've stated could be for any number of reasons. The most dangerous job in America is fishing (I doubt this demographic is split equally with females).

The deadliest jobs in America for men have 1,300 deaths per year.
The deadliest jobs in America for women have 60 deaths per year.

When will you learn that you have to tailor your approach to people, rather than fault their reactions?

Balance: Growing up is not about being all one way or another...it's about being all together.

If you complain and then get what you wanted, stop fucking complaining. You got what you wanted...be happy.

You've got to dig through shit before you can plant a seed that will grow.


- J

Funny Thing About the Economy

If we don't move forward with producing alternative energy, we won't have an economy. FACT!

I'm not talking about the stock market specifically. I'm talking about returns on equity. It's economics.

Every real economic boom was lead by a revolution in technology. Steam engine? Assembly line? Batteries? What was our most recent revolution? Think carefully. It wasn't cellphones. It was the computer chip. The United States is far behind in most technologies now, and the cellphone as we know it is actually a dying breed. The future has been in portable devices (meaning that Blackberries and iPhones are closer to being computers than meager phones).

Here's the economic problem...it's been a loonnnnggg time now. We are reaching the near pinnacle of computer chip technology. I know this because I can only name 2 manufacturers: Intel and AMD. The earlier stages of any industry typically have several competitors scraping for their share of the pie. But as every industry matures, competitors get merged or beat out of the market. We've seen this in the auto industry (there was once a time when we had thousands of different car manufacturers...Pinto, Delorian, Saturn, etc., ring a bell?). Heck, we're even seeing this in internet search companies: Lycos, Ask, Yahoo, Google, Altavista, etc.

I'm a fan of software companies and believe there is great value in intellectual developments, but real economics lies mostly on goods not services. A strong and booming economy needs to produce a real tangible product. Why? Real products have predictable lifespans. We know with fair certainty how long it takes for corn to decay. We can't say the same for Javascript.

Our current economic crisis is not due to sub-prime mortgages per se. We have been screwed because of sub-prime credit. Everyone was loaning money in the form of credit cards, gas cards, and even mortgages. The flow of credit established a paper economy...an economy that only existed intellectually, and not physically. I'm not Ron Paul or Gary Schilling, and telling you that gold is the answer. Gold is actually a stupid investment in the long run.

The best prospect for lifting our economy is in alternative energy sources. Let the battles begin. Who will win? Will it be solar? Will it be nuclear? I'd bet on wind. Energy is in constant demand, and it's a real product with a predictable shelf-life. What most people don't know is that energy does not store very well, so it must be produced constantly. A short shelf-life means greater residual income, steady demand for workers, and scalable output. If we start with government funding to establish the infrastructure, it'll only be a matter of time until production costs become low enough to drive innovations in consumer products. Imagine having a cellphone you never have to charge. Imagine driving forever and never having to stop. Imagine imagining of imaginable possibilities. Wow goes the mind.

All jokes aside, bailouts and spending towards public goods is what the government is for. Governments are not supposed to exist to police the people. Governments are not for wiretaps, or even bans on civilian lifestyles. Government is here to stimulate industries that service the public good that the private sector overlooks. When people complain about our government getting too big, their concerns should refer to the development of a closed society. Stimulus spending is not big government...it's the reason for it. Don't be a stupid Republican, be a smart Republican. Stupid Republicans are the ones that believe Christians should be Republican. You can be a conservative Democrat. You can be a liberal Republican. You can be a moderate of either. There are groups of pro-life Democrats. Just don't be a fucking moron and squeeze your social policies through a narrow mind.



By the way, if you're interested...there's only one consistent distinction between Republicans and Democrats...

Republicans - believe resources should be given to the people at the top because they are the best at allocating resources (e.g. trickle-down economics).

Democrats - believe resources should be distributed to the people at the bottom because they know what they need and their consumption creates profit for those at the top who can later best allocate the resources.

The End of America with Naomi Wolf

Something worth watching more than X-Men: Crap-igins.




And while we're on political topics...





and...just because we need some eye candy...

wow, she's almost the perfect woman. almost because i'd like a woman that's also faithful...

http://www.nypost.com/seven/06262008/news/worldnews/news_babes_iraqi_tryst_117192.htm

I Saw the Leaked X-Men: Origins

The Wolverine movie X-Men: Origins was leaked onto the internet earlier this week. I watched it. I regret it.

The movie made me want to exercise more and eat healthy, so I can somehow recoup the 2 hours of precious life I lost. Like all the other children in their twenties, I was the most excited over the introduction of Gambit. And like most cognitive adults in their twenties, I was thoroughly let down by the horrible storytelling behind X-Men: Bore-igins. Let's get real people. The movie was a piece of crap dumped into a backed up toilet, whereby every effort to flush it away only led to the daunting rise of more murky putridity.

One character that stood out for all reasons awful was Wolverine's love interest, whatserface, aka sexyface. The casting director obviously called the role for a pretty face rather than a talented one. Granted there's truly no such thing as bad actors, only bad directors, but there was absolutely no personality behind Wolverine's sexherface. Power of persuasion? Seriously? Come on. Every woman has complete power of persuasion over me if she touches me also. It doesn't make her a mutant, or even special. It just makes her a no-good, heart-trampling, floozy like all of the other women that have stomped through my life. If I wanted to merely admire a beautiful close-up coupled with Hollywood's forte for bad acting, I demand Kate Beckinsale or Jessica Alba (prior to her over exposure). Otherwise, cast for talent and beauty with the likes of a Natalie Portman (more Garden State than Star Wars of course).

Seriously, what was up with the repetitive shouting "Nooooooooooo!" How many times do we really need to witness Wolverine tragically shouting into the sky as the camera zooms out above him? I wish I could survive a bullet to my noggin as to erase the taint in my memories of the X-Men franchise now. Or at least give me a moment to upsettingly decry into the heavens as the credits roll on this year's most-anticipated and hugely letting down blockbuster.

By the way, was that...did I just see...Daniel Negreanu? What the fuck? Whoever had the bright idea thinking that casting a poker star would add value to the movie needs to take the chips out of their ass. I think I should apply for a job in Hollywood. Apparently, it's the only town where people fail upward.

The leaked version of the movie was missing a lot of special effects and had scenes that still required editing. Unless they decide to leave all of will.i.am's scenes on the cutting room floor, I doubt the final release will be any less craptacular. The end.

Exhausted

Geez, I'm tired. It's like I'm looking through a constant haze, as if my eyes were covered with plastic food wrap.

I can't wait to get my car back tomorrow. Finally, I can make the much needed trips to the Kwik-E-Mart for cans of crack. Making progress is easier when I don't sleep.

Looking for Collaborators!

Anyone want to collaborate on a project with me? I'm building a website and it'd be fun to cooperate with some talented people. Writers, developers, artists, etc. All people with the will to create something unique will be much appreciated. It's not a paying gig yet... Since I'm fronting all of the costs, there really isn't much to lose.

The plan thus far is to start simple. Apple, Inc. and Burton Snowboards started in a garage. Hugh Hefner typed out the first issue of Playboy by himself. Yahoo and Facebook were created in college dorm rooms. We may never know for certain what the future holds, but tomorrow will always be the result of what was done today. If you would like to be a part of a beginning or know someone that would, holla at ur boy.

- J

Perfect Mornings

He wakes a little earlier to steal a moment of her resting beautifully. Leaning slightly forward, he gazes with admiration. Her mascara is smeared between her eyes. With a drooping mouth, she gives a snort and shifts away from her spot of drool. He chuckles at how she still insists on sleeping with her make-up on. As she starts to wake up, he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep to protect her insecurity.

She opens her eyes and looks over in relief that he's still sleeping. Gracefully, she eases out of the bed to freshen her breath and lightly touch up the smears on her face. She returns to his side and flips her pillow with the drool side down. He turns over and greets her with the flattened side of his hair exposed. Doing well to hide the shocking waft of his morning breath, she smiles and repeats with her own minted morning.

=)

...tired

I'm suffering through a pervasive state of tiredness, and it's only going to get worse with time. Strange how I'm looking forward to it...

Some Reflections

I just don't understand the decisions some people make...

At what point in our lives do we learn:
"What you say about other people speaks more about yourself."


Why do some people give up before even trying?

When will some people grow up and learn to stop pointing their finger?

Why is it so difficult for us to see the content of people's character? It's so simple. All you have to do is ask around for honest opinions.

Women, accept what your man says but don't believe his shit. Seek a second opinion. Ask his friends. Or ask your friends to ask his friends. Face it...no one is ever 100% to your face. By the way, if you're not friends with his friends, you've already lost.

Fellas, there's a reason why every girl you date is always 22 yrs old...it's because we men never grow up and older women can see through our bullshit.


The moment a girl calls me a nice guy, I know my chances are zero. LOL.

Picking your friends ain't about being dazzled by the show - you've gotta look at the strings.


I don't understand why you let other people set your limitations. Everyone has talent. Make the time to get good at something and feel good about yourself.

What we do on the job is the same for most people. Learn to smile while working. No one is going to pick you up when you're always dragging your feet. Not your husband. Not your wife. Only your mom will, but we can't live at home forever.

Kollaboration 2009
Synopsis by John Kim

OMG, were you there? February 21st marked a historical moment in Asian American entertainment as 6,300 people from all over the United States filled the famous Shrine Auditorium to capacity. The previous host to the Academy Awards, several Grammy Awards, Emmy Awards, and many more saw for the first time a unique collection of professional, rising, and amateur entertainers with a single mission…to “Empower through Entertainment.” The 9th annual Kollaboration show grasped the reins of an eager audience and cemented its position as the premier Asian American event.



The night began with a video skit starring the charming founder Paul “PK” Kim and executive producer Roy Choi as they embarked upon an endearingly misfitted journey with a mysterious briefcase. Beautiful actress Moon Bloodgood, from the upcoming blockbuster Terminator Salvation, demonstrated her self-deprecating comedic side as she confidently belted out vocals to some of today’s popular music for an eye-rolling sound engineer. The audience roared in laughter to Bloodgood’s off-key karaoke close-up and her admittance that at the very least she was “good enough for an actress.” While always delivering moments to remember, it’s often hard to believe that Kollaboration is a not-for-profit organization due to the draw of support from internationally acclaimed artists as well as the contagious air of enthusiasm from thousands of adoring fans.



Laced in between the performances of the show’s seven competitors, several of America’s best dance crews tantalized the eyes with precision moves and grooves. Team Millennia was the first to take the stage and sweated something spectacular that lifted the audience to cheers. Moving as a single idea in multiple bodies, Fanny Pak’s dance routine teased and pleased with each member ending by hanging into the orchestra pit. And not to be outdone, Kaba Modern’s tribute to Michael Jackson thrilled the screaming auditorium with high energy grooves felt from the first row to the last.



Most people come to watch a great show, but some arrive to step up as part of an event that truly empowers. Unique to Kollaboration, members of the audience are offered an opportunity to take the stage for an impromptu freestyle competition. And it always makes for awesome entertainment. Judged by audience cheers, freestylers brought plenty of personality and proved that talent can come from anywhere.

The core of the show has always been providing a platform for Asian American artists to showcase their creative expression through friendly competition for large cash prizes. With the spotlight on, Kollaboration’s seven competitors certainly seized the moment. Kenichi Ebina deceptively danced in a robotic fashion that would have androids throwing in the towel. Jazmin proved that sometimes songs sound best when tuned to a four sister harmony. Paving a new way to hear violin, Paul Dateh bowed his strings toward emoting the true artistic voice within instruments. Kina Grannis might not have been strong enough for a man’s inconsistent love, but her live performance highlighted that she is more than another pretty face on Youtube. Although arriving as the under-promoted underdog, Lilybeth Evardome’s vocals garnered a winning position as the audience’s voted favorite. Jane Lui silenced thousands into admiration with some smooth strokes on the piano and the warmth of a touching voice reminiscent of a comforting mother. Finally, all of the competition came to a rest as David Choi strummed his acoustic original “Youtube (A Love Song)” with the same skillful fun previously featured online.


Kollaboration’s broad mission of empowerment through entertainment was further seen in the mixed medley of special guest performances. Magician Norman Ng conjured bowling balls from sketchpads and cell phones from Pringles cans. Comedy Central Comedian Jo Koy told ridiculously hilarious stories of his Filipino family life. The entire event concluded on a climax as the much-anticipated international superstar BoA debuted a couple tracks from her first American album.



Although the competition’s prize winners went to first place Kenichi Ebina and second place Jane Lui, extra honors should be endowed upon the entire movement’s leaders Paul “PK” Kim and Roy Choi as well as the hardworking volunteer staff. Nine years ago, no one ever thought that a simple show with a big dream would evolve to become so dynamic in its entertainment and influence. It is unbelievable that all proceeds go into helping fellow nonprofit organizations and expanding the movement. I’m definitely looking forward to next year…Kollaboration 10 is going to be amazing.


Special thanks to our judges, Printz Board, James Kyson Lee, James Ryu, Teddy Zee, and Welly Yang. And a huge thanks to our sponsors!! And of course this would not all be possible without our fans, supporters, and staff!


Korea vs Japan - World Baseball Classic

I lost my voice as Korea lost the championship in last night's World Baseball Classic. It was an awesome game that stretched into a 10th inning. The scoring was so close that I hugged the strangers around me as Korea forced an extra inning and reinvigorated an opportunity to earn the top title that was stolen from them the previous competition.


A tip regarding stadium etiquette:

Don't tell the crowd in front of you to sit down if you can't see. Stand up.


The dozens of rows in front of me were standing and cheering for their respective teams. So like any individual proud of his national heritage, I was on my feet roaring on the Korean team. I got a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and some girl asked me to sit down at the request of another person the row behind her. She nicely asked, "I'm sorry but they can't see." "Tell them to stand up," I responded.

I might have replied like an asshole, but I don't give a fuck. It's a baseball game. Beer is flowing like wine. And, tens of thousands of people are on their feet. Don't ask me to sit down and miss the game simply because you don't want to stand up to enjoy it. Shiiieeett...

Job Opportunity: Only Qualified Sign Twirlers Need Apply!!!

I found this...

http://losangeles.craigslist.org/sfv/csr/1079467628.html

Looking for a fun opportunity to work part-time and outdoors? Have great energy and enthusiasm?

StorQuest Self Storage is seeking a qualified candidate to work as company Sign Twirler for our StorQuest Self Storage facility located in Sunland. We offer competitive hourly rates with a lot of growth opportunity within the company!

This is a fun position fully equipped with a StorMan costume (envision Batman but our mascot goes by StorMan) and visual advertisements for the public. You'll be working in a heavily trafficked area on main sidewalks for the duration of your shift. This is not an office desk job. A vibrant and exciting personality is a huge must!

Qualifications:
Goal-orientated and dependable
•Tons of energy and spirit
Self-motivated and an independent worker
•Neat appearance and friendly demeanor
•Able to stand on your feet for the duration of your shift
Required to pass a background test

If you would like to have the opportunity to work with a growing self storage company such as ours, please email resume to sunland01@storquest.com or fax resume to 818-352-7025.

If you would like more information about the company, check out our web site at www.williamwarren.com and www.storquest.com.


Thoughts:

I didn't know that people only qualified enough to twirl signs could afford to have an internet connection...

Goal-oriented??? For reals??? They're twirling a giant plastic arrow with handles on busy street corners. If they had a habit of orienting themselves by goals, they'd be flipping burgers and not signs. Maybe StorQuest is asking for too much.

Seeing as how my car can cause more bodily injury than the stupid arrow being twirled around, I fail to see much value in doing a background check. They're not much of a threat while standing alone at intersections. What would have to be discovered in the background check to disqualify a person from twirling a sign anyways? A conviction for giant arrow induced public nudity? Hell, even if something like that got disclosed, I'd still hire them for a day and grab some headlines.

So....it's really NOT an office desk job, eh? You mean I'll never get the opportunity to twirl a desk at the office while further showcasing my vibrant and exciting personality?

Neat Appearance??? Really??? There's a dress code? I can't spin advertisements wearing my favorite nipple-exposing tank top??? If I need to keep a neat appearance, what's up with all that Batman/StorMan costume wearing sweet talk???

At least StorQuest generously offers the "competitive" hourly minimum wage.




What twit approved this job ad anyway? The description only needs to be one sentence long...

Needed: Person to twirl advertisement on sidewalk without cutting off own head.

- J

Sides of Opposites

Girl's Life:
The eyes of men tend to glance at her breasts. Girl's response, "umm...my eyes are up here."

Guy's Life:
The eyes of women tend to glance at his shoes. Guy's response, "umm...my wallet is up here."


Girl's Life:
The dinner bill comes. She looks at how much he tips and judges if he's cheap.

Guy's Life:
The dinner bill comes. OMFG...I can't believe she ordered the lobster and didn't even finish it. There better be benefits after this $200 dinner.


Girl's Life:
I hope he talks to me after he sees me in this new outfit.

Guy's Life:
I hope she'll finally go on a date with me after she sees my new Mercedes.


Girl's Life:
He just doesn't listen to me. He just doesn't understand.

Guy's Life:
I don't know what to do. She yells about everything. I can't do anything right.


Girl's Life:
All of her friends know everything in great detail about the relationship. Although her friends will never let you know exactly what's up/down, they will judge harshly.

Guy's Life:
All is...."good" or "bad."


Girl's Life:
The keys to her heart - ambition, confidence, humility, giving, empathy, strength, assertiveness, humor, pleasing, chivalry, commanding, jealously, compassion, vision, consistency, joy, ethics, poise, proactivity, industrial, availability, romance, drama, diversity, exploration, articulation, compliments, appreciation, diligence, mindfulness, consideration
Keeping her heart - doing something, everything, and nothing all of the time

Guy's Life:
The keys to his heart - laugh at his jokes, ask him to hang out
Keeping his heart - laugh at his jokes, make a sandwich


Girl's Life:
Turn-ons have absolutely nothing to do with what she says she wants or likes. If she can explain why she likes him, she really doesn't and is merely playing it safe.
Turn-offs are everything a guy does/says when she's not interested in him.

Guy's Life:
Turn-ons are everything he says he likes and typically open to discovery.
Turn-offs only come up when he feels like too much time is being spent together.


Girl's Life:
Greatest asset is youth.

Guy's Life:
Greatest asset is assets.


Girl's Life:
Looks to see what he can offer.

Guy's Life:
Looks to offer what he can give.


Girl's Life:
I might be uncomfortable, but at least I'm cute.

Guy's Life:
I might be broke, but at least I hope she's comfortable.


Girl's Life:
No matter how much I hint, nothing gets through to him.

Guy's Life:
No matter what I say, she's going to get mad.


Girl's Life:
Dating is exciting and fun.

Guy's Life:
Dating is painful and costly.

FYL

Probably one of the greatest sites to rise up on the recent net is fmylife.com. Some people have some hilarious misfortunes shared on that site. It's not about laughing at other people's misery. It's about taking light of your own ill-gotten moments.

Although there are times when I am saddened by the many absences in my life, I admit that my life is great...for the most part. I love my days. I enjoy my nights. I can always have more, but I always have enough.

In the spirit of fmylife.com:

"Today, I woke up when I felt like it, read the news, learned more of the things that interest me, and smiled remembering last weekend. :D FYL."

Kollaboration 9: The Recap

I was asked to write a recap of the show, so here's my starkly different draft of the past Kollaboration 9. hahaha...Socrates did say that one should be able to argue both sides...haha.


OMG, were you there? February 21st marked a historical moment in Asian American entertainment as 6,300 people from all over the United States filled the famous Shrine Auditorium to capacity. The previous host to the Academy Awards, several Grammy Awards, Emmy Awards, and many more saw for the first time a unique collection of professional, rising, and amateur entertainers with a single mission…to “Empower through Entertainment.” The 9th annual Kollaboration show grasped the reins of an eager audience and cemented its position as the premier Asian American event.

The night began with a video skit starring the charming founders Paul “PK” Kim and Roy Choi as they embarked upon an endearingly misfitted journey with a mysterious briefcase. Beautiful actress Moon Bloodgood, from the upcoming blockbuster Terminator Salvation, demonstrated her self-deprecating comedic side as she confidently belted out vocals to some of today’s popular music for an eye-rolling sound engineer. The audience roared in laughter to Bloodgood’s off-key karaoke close-up and her admittance that at the very least she was “good enough for an actress.” While always delivering moments to remember, it’s often hard to believe that Kollaboration is a not-for-profit organization due to the draw of support from internationally acclaimed artists as well as the contagious air of enthusiasm from thousands of adoring fans.

Laced in between the performances of the show’s seven competitors, several of America’s best dance crews tantalized the eyes with precision moves and grooves. Team Millennia was the first to take the stage and sweated something spectacular that lifted the audience to cheers. Moving as a single idea in multiple bodies, Fanny Pak’s dance routine teased and pleased with each member ending by hanging into the orchestra pit. And not to be outdone, Kaba Modern’s tribute to Michael Jackson thrilled the screaming auditorium with high energy grooves felt from the first row to the last.

Most people come to watch a great show, but some arrive to step up as part of an event that truly empowers. Unique to Kollaboration, members of the audience are offered an opportunity to take the stage for an impromptu freestyle competition. And it always makes for awesome entertainment. Judged by audience cheers, freestylers brought plenty of personality and proved that talent can come from anywhere.

The core of the show has always been providing a platform for Asian American artists to showcase their creative expression through friendly competition for large cash prizes. With the spotlight on, Kollaboration’s seven competitors certainly seized the moment. Kenichi Ebina deceptively danced in a robotic fashion that would have androids throwing in the towel. Jazmin proved that sometimes songs sound best when tuned to a four sister harmony. Paving a new way to hear violin, Paul Dateh bowed his strings toward emoting the true artistic voice within instruments. Kina Grannis might not have been strong enough for a man’s inconsistent love, but her live performance highlighted that she is more than another pretty face on Youtube. Although arriving as the under-promoted underdog, Lilybeth Evardome’s vocals garnered a winning position as the audience’s voted favorite. Jane Lui silenced thousands into admiration with some smooth strokes on the piano and the warmth of a touching voice reminiscent of a comforting mother. Finally, all of the competition came to a rest as David Choi strummed his acoustic original “Youtube (A Love Song)” with the same skillful fun previously featured online.

Kollaboration’s broad mission of empowerment through entertainment was further seen in the mixed medley of special guest performances. Magician Norman Ng conjured bowling balls from sketchpads and cell phones from Pringles cans. Comedy Central Comedian Jo Koy told ridiculously hilarious stories of his Filipino family life. The entire event concluded on a climax as the much-anticipated international superstar BoA debuted a couple tracks from her first American album.

Although the competition’s prize winners went to first place Kenichi Ebina and second place Jane Lui, extra honors should be endowed upon the entire movement’s founders Paul “PK” Kim and Roy Choi as well as the hardworking volunteer staff. Nine years ago, no one ever thought that a simple show with a big dream would evolve to become so dynamic in its entertainment and influence. It is unbelievable that all proceeds go into helping fellow nonprofit organizations and expanding the movement. I’m definitely looking forward to next year…Kollaboration 10 is going to be amazing.

Coming Soon...

I've been looking at various web hosting services, and I might be revving up for a new web presence. It'll be way more sophisticated than this blog and far more professional than the personal journal format I've been authoring here.

But alas, where do I find the time and energy for such an ambition undertaking? Oh yea...that's right...my romantic life is in shambles. I guess time ain't really the problem. Time to get to work.

See y'all in J version 3.0!!!

The Real Face of the Economy

I'm far from being an expert, but all common sense points to being in a depression. Today, we speak of the economy as suffering through a severe recession. Tomorrow, we'll be discussing why the economy was drudging through a mild depression.

The points:

The national unemployment number is still in the single digit figures, but there's blatant symptoms that the trend is to continue higher. Just take a look at California. I'm living here in one of the world's biggest economies, and the unemployment rate is over 10% (somewhere around 10.6%, if memory serves). This isn't even the worst of it.

What the media hasn't really told you about is that there is a severe hiring freeze. I keep a crude eye on the job market, and the rough evaluation shows the near absence of available positions. Even in recessionary periods, companies still continue to hire employees despite massive lay-offs. The business reasons are many...one of which is to prepare for the next boom cycle with a re-energized and revamped organization. But this market is bad...for Joe Schmo and the CEO.

Look at your neighborhood with common sense eyes. Sometimes, we can better assess economics through rudimentary practices, such as merely talking to the store clerk.

I live in an area where for every ONE bank, there's at least TWO banks. Now, let's look at the situation with some simple common sense. Regardless of the evolution in "financial products," the fundamental way for banks to make money is to issue loans. If they don't issue a loan, they simply don't have a business. Are we to believe that the demands for borrowing money are so great that it is a sustainable and viable business practice to locate competing retail banking institutions in clusters around the same city block? We always want to see a situation where people are lending money to help a business expand. Yet today, most borrowers want money so their businesses won't die. I don't know about you, but I never feel comfortable loaning money to a crackhead...it's bad business.

Banking is a business with a similar feature to insurance. The average person doesn't understand, nor even truly care to understand, the legal ink. We don't know what makes for a good bank and bad bank. We never evaluate the business by their practices. The differentiating factor is the RATES the banks offer. Banks offering the higher savings rate get our deposits. Banks offering loans with lower interest payments get our applications.

There never was that much money going around. Next door to all of these financial institutions, businesses are going bankrupt...and without replacements for the vacant retail locations.

The last GDP figure that I looked at showed our economy shrank around 6% for the quarter. If we were a balloon, we lost a lot of helium and ain't flying so high anymore. Today's economic activity is likely to be a little worse than the data is showing.

The standard of living by means of consumption of normal goods is showing signs of decline also. In lay-mans terms, people are buying crappier food. The executive of Safeway has publicly stated that they are seeing a decline in purchases for beef and pork in exchange for increases in purchases for the cheaper protein, chicken. Although this may not directly relate to you, imagine reverting back to a diet of instant noodles and dollar menu items because your post-college career can't support your restaurant weekdays anymore. Recessions are supposed to be the times when you can't afford the weekend getaway. Depressions are when you're eating bacon and eggs for dinner instead of the slices of medium rare sirloin you were accustomed to.

Warren Buffett is the world's greatest investor and has reported in his annual letter to Berkshire Hathaway's shareholders that the rest of 2009 is likely to be a grim year. His conclusion is NOT important because he's the world's greatest investor. The significance of Warren Buffett's statement draws from the types of businesses he's involved in. Have you ever heard of Fruit of the Loom? Gillette shaving razors? Coca-Cola? These are normally "recession-proof" companies that service some of our basic human needs. And when people are choosing to wait until the holes in their underwear get big enough to fit a hand through before buying another three-pack, the economy is taking a beating.

Warren Buffett doesn't speculate about the economy. A lot of his conclusions come from the activities he sees in his businesses. So, when he sees Coca-Cola shares hitting $39 after a year high of over $60, slowdowns in purchases for underwear, and even major credit card companies offering to pay customers to close accounts.....my eyes get a little wider.



The private sector is screwed up really bad because no one is a true risk taker. We say we're very risk tolerant in boom cycles, but the moment retractions begin to happen, almost everyone starts to run with their tail between their legs. And especially in these times, there's just too much uncertainty in the economy right now. Thus, I hope you're not like Rush Limbaugh and wishing that President Obama fails. Our best bet is for increasing government activity towards new infrastructure.

I grew up believing that the USA was the world leader in all fields. For a time, it was nearly true. But those days are long behind us. Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger has stated that our railway systems are ancient when compared to the rest of the developed worlds'. He said that our infrastructure resembles a third world country's with completely out of date systems. Our society is wasteful in that most people choose to fly 200 miles because no better efficient ground transport system exists. This is why I voted 'yes' for the high speed railway system. The tax implications can be reversed in time. We need efficient ground transport...especially for the economy.



What are you to do in this economy? Go back to school maybe? Yes, but be careful about your graduate school dreams.

Get ready for the next wave of lawyers. If you thought today's legal system was wrought with ambulance chasers, we're going to have a whole new populous of suits and briefcases in the next 5 years. MBA's are already plentiful, and the next 3-5 years are going to see even more wishful managers. Computer scientists are probably going to have brighter futures, but the average programmer is gonna bite a bullet or two. This is all because a trip back to school is the common route when the economy declines.

What can you do??? GO BACK TO SCHOOL!!! Part-time, full-time, it doesn't matter. Enroll in a program and at least get a certification. Unless you've got a unique and special skill, you don't really have any other options.

Regardless of what we do in these tough times, there's only ONE way to win. Engage in dialogue. Your future is going to be the product of your social skills. It's not good enough to merely network now. You MUST constantly TALK to the people in your network. Lunch, dinner, weekends, and even on Facebook.

Academics has not been keeping pace with real world activity, so there has been a severe homogenizing of pedigreed professionals. Our bachelor's degree is equivalent to our parents' high school diploma. Thus, the only employers that are going to take notice of a stranger's academic credentials are the employers that are only interested in people with master's degrees or doctorates. And the bad news is that after we grow past our current depression, a master's degree won't stand on it's own right anymore.

I hope you're making friends. Slightly less than 700,000 jobs were cut from payroll in February. With everyone going back to school, see your classmates as comrades and not competitors.

- J

Down with Daly Now!!!

Are we there yet??? I'm ecstatic for the arrival of Conan O'Brien. I can't wait for the chance to see a seven foot giant red-headed Irishman perform monologues, skits, and interviews.

Now, concerning my arch nemesis...I've got a deep seeded disgust for Carson Daly. How the hell does this man still have his own show? How is it possible that a man with absolutely no personality can make such a fabulous living as a talk show host? If Carson Daly was a flavor in an ice cream store, he'd be ice cube. If Conan O'Brien were a tasty gellato, Carson Daly would be the frost lining the container. I'd rather watch a 24 hour live program of people licking flag poles on cold winter mornings than accidentally tune in to Carson Daly's greatest monotoned minutes.

When surrounded by the orgasmic screams of newly pubescent girls, a host can get by riding the coat strings of rising formula teen music groups. But delivering punchlines referencing current events and interviewing some of Hollywood's hottest demands a life form with at least a small drop of charisma...like, maybe a turtle.

People always say that the likes of Tiger Woods, Ray Charles, and Barack Obama inspire them as exemplary embodiments that anyone can achieve their dreams. Wrong! They make for bad examples because they're exceptionally good at what they do - they actually have talent. I look to Carson Daly as inspiration. He demonstrates that any commoner with the personality of a snail steering a go-cart can be successful. Shit...just because you aren't interesting doesn't mean you can't leech off those that are.

Saturday Afternoon Update

Ok...turns out that I didn't stay home for long last night.

I met up with friends for a late night drinking and singing session in K-Town. After stumbling out of the NRB, I hopped in the passenger seat of my own car to be driven home by a more sober friend. He backed my car into a dumpster.


My Honda Maserati has seen better days...just another interesting night for the memory books. =)

Home on a Friday Night and Not Getting Younger

I started off tired and feeling reclusive, so I stayed home this Friday night. What the hell was I thinking? Severe economic recession or not, I ain't getting any younger....

Maybe I Should be an Asshole...

For at least most of the definition, I'm a nice guy. It's not in that "he's...ummm...nice..." kind of way that girls use to euphemistically describe someone of unoffensive, passive, timid, and over-accommodating character. I'm just really laid back. I emit the allure of a pot-smoker easily slouching into the most comfortable corner of a couch that has seen better days. And sometimes, it fucking sucks.

The single word most often used to describe me is "cool." "Hey, you know John? He's a cool guy." "John's pretty cool." "Ya kno bro...you're a cool guy." I highly doubt everyone uses "cool" to describe me as someone that wears stunner shades at night, or a charismatic soul that charms every lady in talking distance. People are more likely to see me as the kind of guy whose toilet is a recliner with a retractable plush leg rest. I'm that kind of cool.

Thus, it has become no wonder that I frequently find myself listening to other people's problems. I've always been a person called when times were tough and thoughts were heavy. It's like I've somehow laced myself with amenities that attracts those seeking a prime place to take a crap. Many sense that I'm a safe place to deposit their shit, and then flush it all away from their irritable bowels. No fuss, no muss...like I'm stain-proof.

But I'm not. I'm not stain-proof. And shit, I've got a whirl of problems of my own to deal with.

My social life is adequate. It's my love life that gets the beating. When you've been handed a reputation for always being available and accepting, the ladies only flock when they are at their lows. She calls when she's cornered by loneliness. She speaks when no one else will hear her. Suddenly, I become the end at the eye of affection...and it's all because she's feeling broken.

Although I'm flattered and humbly blessed to be sought after for support, I don't have a hero complex. I actually shy away from being heavily relied upon. Until the day that I sincerely feel mutual support for each others' complications, hearing people out can become a really heavy burden. My days of considering seminary school are long past. My complaint department ain't public no more.



Maybe I should be an asshole...like a widely read harsh critic. People tend to prod through the crowd for a chance to impress a jackass with their best face forward. We seek to win their favor. It makes us feel special.

We love to speak negatively about the pompous and pretentious. The thought that someone could be so snobbish as to walk their nose yards above the waft of wee commoners can be disconcerting. Yet, the common act is to bend for their welcoming and bask in the glory of being beside the throne. The desire is for what we can't have, and the appreciation is for having what others can't. Supply, demand, scarcity...it's simple economics.

I know the art. Appealing to desire is no rocket science. In fact, the formula is forehead slappingly simple. The problem is that the art of being charismatic plays upon group thinking and public perception. Maybe for the polygamist society a charming individual would embody the prime trait for establishing a relationship, but for those demanding exclusivity, I would think that the chivalrous would draw more attention.



The confusions of life interest me. I actually love to be found wrong, but my intuitions are too often reaffirmed. I'm a nice guy. And, I'm too stubborn to cynically paint over my stripes with a shade of donkey brown. In story, there always comes a day when nice-hood is the destination, rather than the place we end up after being denied the path to glory. I hope one day again kindness will be revered by more than those retreating from being tattered by the cruelties of romance.

- J

Kollaboration 9: The Review (ain't holding shit back)

Overall, the 9th Annual Kollaboration show was a huge success. It was entertaining with memorable moments laced throughout the show. With that established, let's get to the real mutha-fucking review...

The show opened up with a dance group called Team Millennia. Dance groups are always entertaining. Although Team Millennia was good, I'll be sooner to remember the green onions in my Thanksgiving salad before recalling anything from their routine. They took the stage and impressed me enough to check my program book. Unfortunately, I found myself spending more time interested in the pamphlet rather than the performance.

Curtains closed on the mildly warming opening act and on came an Oscar/Emmy-style introductory video. Following a journeying briefcase carried by Kollaboration's charming dog-fathers PK and Roy, the pre-recorded bit was the very welcomed first spark worth remembering largely due to one person...beautiful Moon Bloodgood. Her hilarious and down-to-earth appearance had me wishing we were old friends with an upcoming date at the nearest karaoke bar. Afterall, she can sing...well enough for an actor......."poker face...[clap]...poker face."

PK came bursting onto the stage with hard-hitting intrumentals from the under-applauded and under-appreciated talent of Peter Hong and the House Band. And in the way no other can, PK revamped today's popular tracks with rhyme after rhyme of titilating comedy lines. My one wish...I wish his mic was louder. Whoever did the sound certainly did not make it easy to clearly hear the words rapping from the host's mouth. But for those of us that were able to strain our ears, we were definitely treated to a sample platter of cool lines and funny rhymes.

Now for the guts, the meat, the core of the show...the seven competitors.

1. Kenichi Ebina - google the name and do the same on youtube because this man is pure fun for the eyes. With precise mechanical moves that put robots to shame, Kenichi set the bar high for the night by rousing the audience in a smooth "Matrix" fall and then a fluid hands-free rise to his feet.

2. Jazmin - I promised not to hold shit back, so here goes. The four sisters gave a performance the likes of which we've seen before...again, and again, and again before. Aside from giving newly pubescent boys fantasies of being the meat in a singing four sister sandwich, the magic of their moment seemed to have been left at the MTV stage. Don't get me wrong. They can sing - and a heck of a lot better than endearing Moon Bloodgood too. The problem was formula. It seemed like there was too much of the typical ingredients. For the Shrine Auditorium and a whole lot of lunch money on the line, I was expecting a little more.

3. Paul Dateh - Coooool. As we are too often safely fed from the same recipe of what music ought to be, Paul Dateh was a cool breeze of fresh sound. He showed the Kollaboration audience that music is more than what's on the radio...it's about feeling something. While everyone else was busy looking right, Paul Dateh boldly showed that there was something great at the left. My favorite aspect was that the spot wasn't about just Violin/Vocalist Paul - he shared the stage with his fellow talented friends DJ Inka One and Guitarist Ken Belcher.

4. Kina Grannis - ahhh, the youtube cutie... She's quite the charmer, but I found myself feeling like I was watching her via youtube rather than live with 6,000 friends. Where was the eye contact? Kina can sing. She can play guitar. And she's freaking cute. But she performed like she was alone in her room with a camera, and got me feeling like an adoring fan peering through her bedroom window.

5. Lilybeth Evardome - If there was an underdog competitor at Kollaboration, Lilybeth was absolutely it. She was the night's least popular with a cheering section made up of only the students from her day job. Although her name was tucked in the shadows throughout the promotions for the show, Lilybeth Evardome belted out vocals that demanded everyone take notice. Unfortunately, like the talents of American Idol that are often honored yet rarely advanced, she was clearly performing at the wrong show. Kollaboration doesn't exactly attract many wine connoisseurs after all.

6. Jane Lui – Blessed with my favorite vocals of the night, there’s just something about Jane Lui that says she’s the real thing. The texture of her voice comes with a soothing touch. Like a mother comforting you at night, the way Jane sings simply feels warm and good. The only criticism I have is that I didn’t understand her song. The entire performance started at a position and stayed there. Despite hitting the high notes near the end of her performance, there was absolutely no feeling of climax or even resolution. She teased us. Even if it was intentional, I was left feeling disappointed rather than yearning.

7. David Choi – When I close my eyes, I can imagine people hanging out to the sounds of David Choi on the radio. His youtube love song is fun, light, and catchy. It’s hard not to enjoy David’s pleasantly raspy vocals over an easy-going track. And to keep the enjoyment going, I had to keep my eyes closed because he put out zero stage presence. He sang well with his own accompanying guitar playing, but the fear of performing in front of thousands of people was the toilet paper tail he knew he walked into class with. Granted it was his second live performance ever, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. If he ever learns how to connect with his audience instead of merely singing into the stage lights, David Choi could very well become a household name.


And not to forget…

Kollaboration’s special guest performances have always been what made the show unique and incredibly entertaining. This year set a whole new bar. Norman the Magician deceived and humored us with bowling balls and Pringles cans. Fanny Pak and Kaba Modern danced with the flare and precision we’ve come to expect of America’s Best Dance Crews. And even though international superstar BoA closed the night as the headliner, Comedian Jo Koy was the one that truly stole the show. BoA’s performance was 6ft below what I’d expect from a professional of her caliber. She came on stage dead without much effort of hiding her lack of enthusiasm for the show. BoA sang and danced like she was there to claim a paycheck…burying any hopes of charming my adoration and broadening her fan-base.


Again, overall the show was spectacular. Kollaboration has become an event to look forward to every year for those in the audience and those behind the scenes. It’s hard to fully describe because the show is so dynamic and constantly evolving. The single premise is to Empower through Entertainment by finding the best talents every year.

Kollaboration 9: WOWzers

The 9th Annual Kollaboration was a massive success! With a completely sold out audience of over 6,000 people at the Shrine Auditorium, the energy level was to the roof and never came down. Updates with images and videos will be coming soon.

Practical Wisdom

Practical Wisdom is the combination of moral will and moral skill. (Aristotle)

Why I'm Arrogant...

ar⋅ro⋅gant [ar-uh-guhnt] - adj. Having or displaying a sense of overbearing self-worth or unwarranted self-importance


I don't believe that I have importance in the world. There's little, if any, evidence that my life is contributing any value to society.

There's a guiding rule in proper logic stating that one does not falsify an idea, or argument, by attacking the character of the speaker. Regardless of this fundamental truth, history shows that people do not care to make this distinction. We live based on our beliefs...not on truths.

My arrogance comes from the difference between personal belief and public perception. I don't believe I have any self-worth. It's not my intention to display any self-importance. But, it's not my thoughts that matter. The point is that others perceive that I may be believing myself to be grander than their knowledge of me warrants. Thus, my best response would be asking myself "what can I do differently?"

Who's the Boss?

Looks like this chic should have bossed someone into paying the bill.


I have no sympathy for pretentious decals.



:D

The Pool of Doom!!!

My childhood home had a swimming pool in the backyard. I swam nearly everyday (even at times when the winter winds advised otherwise). It got monotonous. Especially for the easily jaded like me, swimming laps can get bland and have you search for new activities as your fingers get pruney.

So, the day finally came where I thought "duuuudee...you know the plastic tarp covering the pool??? What if I jumped into it?" Of course, my third grade vonacular called the tarp the "huge blue plastic thingy on the pool," but I digress. Anyways, I jumped in. And then the lessons in physics and survival began.

It kind of turns out that the surrounding water creates pressure that suctions the plastic tarp around your body...mummifying and vaccuum-sealing the freshness of a soon to be corpse as you sink to the bottom of the 8ft deep end. Your arms get locked to your sides. Your legs become bandaged together. It ain't a good situation to be very un-fishlike.

I slowly sank with terrifying helplessness. As the level of water acquainted the bottom of my chin, I took a last gasp for air and succumbed to the huge blue plastic thingy on the pool enwrapping my head. Before I could claim a decade of life on planet earth, it looked as though this blue planet was going to naturally select me for the Darwin award.

The arguable good news is that, after a significant portion of the tarp draws beneath the water surface, the tension starts to loosen. When my 60lb body bottomed in the deep end, enough slack was created for me to wriggle and wry away from the ominous light at the end of the tunnel. Nearly short on breath, I frantically rushed back to the surface and broke out of the water with a dramatic slow-motioned moment of triumph as seen in the movies.

Man...talk about an experience... With the rush of surviving near death surging through my appreciative warm body, I knew that there was only one thing to do...do it again.

The Call to Leadership

I have no desire to become a leader. I'm critical, analytical, an observer, and introspective...thus, I write. Being amongst those that do aspire for leadership though gets me thinking...

Every single person that has taken a stand and voiced their position publicly has received scrutiny. Even as a modestly read writer, I have heard my share of people's opinions. It's never easy. Opposing and unexpected reactions can cut deep, thus the test of a leader is how well they manage through their reception.

Considering greatness, we can see that leaders are careful to make the distinction between a different perspective regarding an issue and attacks on their character. An example can be seen in President Obama's approach to criticisms. Time and time again, I have seen President Obama carefully separate other people's comments from his political policies and who he is as a person. The entire campaign he ran on emphasized that the opposition was weak at criticizing his economic policies, therefore they were focusing attention on his character. Despite the often effective manipulation of reasoning, President Obama successfully showed America that working towards discrediting the person does nothing to discredit the argument, the issue, the policy, the idea.

The call to leadership comes from an intense desire to change the status quo. The test of leadership comes from the actions a person takes while being under uncomfortable circumstances. It takes more than a sincere desire to be a positive influence. One must walk through the fire and pass the test to earn the right of followers.

A saddening observation is that too many of us pride ourselves on how well we cope with scrutiny after the fact, rather than the actual importance of how well we act during the moments we are being scrutinized. We tell ourselves that we are strong and respectable because we brush other people off like dirt on our shoulders. But that borders too close to purposeful ignorance for comfort. I admire those that grow, evolve, and change to become the best response for which each circumstance demands. I pay no mind to the ones that disregard the difficult opinions. And, I grit my teeth as some mistake varying perspectives as complete ad hominems.

We assign blame and are quick to point fingers. It's because it's easy. We derive the term and define others as "fair weather" friends, as if true friendship is only born from the ashes of trials and tribulations. Although the ideal is romantic and well intended, judging social ties upon the after effects of negativity rides within the margins of abusive relationships. It is a walk along the edge of a well-greased cliff of insecurities for the temptation of purposefully instilling chaos is often too hard to resist. So, a leader must be wise with their relations and individuality. The greatest leaders seek to invite friends to fair weather, instead of critically punishing with judgments about others staying to weather the storm.

We are living in remarkable times. This is an age that few, if any, had ever thought they would see with their living eyes. Even beyond the breaking of racial barriers and evolving past pigeonholing stereotypes, we are of a new world of substantially networked communication. Anyone with the will has a voice. The ease to which we may be heard empowers our generation to global extents that those before us could only dream of. Although this also eases the access for receiving difficult criticisms, our privilege of infinitely vast communication signifies that we just need to grow ourselves to the next level. Thicken your skins and use the opposition as the voice for your support.


Thank you for your time reading this glimpse into the actual and non-caricatured me.

Kollaboration: Where Empowerment Happens

25 Random....and so, the Memes Attack

It's like a chain letter in the likes we've seen before, but for some reason this particular one is spreading like a Southern California wildfire. The success of the "25 Random Facts" note publishing is probably due to the tagging feature unique to Facebook's publishing system. Even major publishers have a finger on this pulse, with TIME magazine writers and NBC journalists publishing their takes on the list. The most astonishing development from this...

Hey!! What the hell's wrong with you? What the fuck do you think you're doing?! I'm fucking sitting here trying to write a fucking article and you're doing that??!! You're completely unprofessional! What's your fucking name?

What kind of fucking pussy ass name is that? You want me to trash your lights? HUH??!! I should take off my shoe and throw it at your fucking chimpanzee face!!! I should hide a fucking Mentos in the cap of a Diet Coke and fucking trick you into opening it because that's what you're doing to my fucking article! How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stop fucking with the lights while I'm trying to write a fucking article that most likely will never be read by anyone other than myself!! It's fucking distracting man!!

I swear...I can't work with unprofessional people around. You're a good fucking person bro, but you work like a fucking piece of shit. I'm going to my fucking trailer to continue cursing the day you chose to pursue a dream that happens to intersect with mine, and I'm not coming back until you're fucking gone!!! Bale out.

On Powder

In the sunny state of California, a ride on fresh snowy slopes is an experience to cherish few times a year.

The drive is serene with the natural calming greens, browns, and rocks often missed living in industry. The sun breaks over the encompassing mountain tops. Rays of light sneak their way between families of trees and highlight the trails with a slight tease. As the time inches closer, each passing turn becomes whiter with the welcoming of last night's snow.

I always step out of my car with a deep breath and stretch to embrace the clean air. The familiar cool feel and light mountain air helps ease the burdens left a few thousand feet below. Boots, gloves, and goggles are all the preparing I need. Only the weight of a single board is carried on my shoulders.

Looking from the lifts, I smile while watching new riders. Some of them laugh. Others are clearly frustrated. All of them stumble to find balance from having both feet locked on their boards. Still, not a single one of them have experienced the real face of snowboarding. We may all arrive in groups, but we ride alone.

Start a little higher. Run the trails a little steeper. Enjoy the quiet.

Sensing It

You don't have to grab an ass, or cup a boob, to make someone feel violated.

Sometimes, all it takes is a mistaken gesture to remove lint from someone's hair to jolt a person away with fear of molestation.


I'm a guy (at least most of the time). So, I think it's because of my man-sense that I react with annoyance to infiltrations of my personal zone without the shivering creeps. Even when another guy of prominent mal-facial deformity has his chin over my shoulder to peer between my chesticles, I merely furrow my brow and typically say, “hey bro…watch out. I'm getting your humidity." But it's not like I get the shudders, as if I had to claw across a chalkboard to shed millions of spiders crawling up my bare chicken legs and off my taint.

I guess the differences with the sexes are few and far between. In addition to the five senses men have, women seem to develop extra sensory receptors through life. I’ve come to know these senses as the eeewwwss, the gross, the awwwss, and the yummss.

The eeewwwss:

Stimulation of the eeewwwss typically signals a response of a quivering at the tailbone that emanates up her spine and on to the neck and shoulders, raising all her back hairs along the way. Think of it as a woman feeling like she was soaked in nasty and was reacting to shake it off.

The prevalent means of stimulating a female’s eeewwwss is from a male’s unwelcomed touch. It’s the palm on the small of her back. Or it can be the modestly less frequent hand on her crossed legs. Her eeewwwss sensory nerves even extend throughout her head of hair, so a reach to remove hitchhiking particles from her flowing locks can cause a sudden onset of uncontrollable shivers.

The best remedy is for we fellas to keep our hands to ourselves. Just remember to be H.I.P. and keep your Hands In your Pocket. If you’re walking together and she starts drifting away lost with confusion, shout a turn-by-turn with corresponding bopping head gestures when necessary. Guide her with vocalized lefts and rights, avoiding the use of compassing with north, south, east, and west (sense of direction is a male-specific trait after all). It doesn’t even matter if a car is barreling towards her or an eagle is about to diarrhea on her freshly Pantene’d doo. Stay H.I.P. because you’re better off shouting “Hey! There appears to be a misfortunate event on an intersecting path with the exact route to which you are traveling!!!” As her eeewwwss subside, she’ll touch you first – even if it’s a punch for being a smartass.


...to be continued - "the gross, awwwss, and yummss."

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The gross:

As an acidic churning mostly centered in her “I’m not hungry” organ with the occasional reflux gagging, the gross is her reactionary sense to the putridity of a male stimulus lighting her retinas. Sometimes it comes from looking at plumber’s crack. Most of the time, the gross is a response to a man’s sneaks.

Let’s clear the difference between the “peek” and the “sneak.” Peeking is flattering. Men can point to a shooting star and steal a peeking half-glance at her boobage while she admires the fading stream; it’s forgivable and complimentary. Sneaking is along the lines of adding mirrors to one’s shoes in order to gawk up skirts. Know the boundaries.

Women have eyes just like men, and them pupils want something good to look at. The gross bubbles whenever women catch men drop-jawed, drooling, and rubbing palms with an unbroken stare at her friend’s girly parts despite the whore uniform. Stay between extremities. A man should keep somewhere between a homeless Steve Buscemi and a four-eyed, pocket-protected, child molester. Don’t be too dirty, or too clean.

The awwwss:

Think puppy, baby, or even a black and white photo of a child holding a single colored rose.

The yummss:

It’s the chocolate that melts in her mouth, or the scoop of ice cream she shouldn’t have had. Everyday of her life she denies herself the sinfully yummy. So when the time comes to tantalize her taste buds, women close their eyes and savor every moment before the guilt settles in.


The end…
A half-assed ending to a less than inspired article, I know. At least I finished it…haha.

President Obama's Inaugural Address

My fellow citizens: I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics. We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people: "Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive ... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.