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| 6.18.07(posted yesterday at theplaceboeffect.wordpress.com)
Today marks one year since a college friend of mine (ours) passed away.
And as I drove down to work this cool sunny morning I was thinking
about the times we spent together. Laughing, playing music, arguing
about who Jenny (hot girl in our dorm) liked more. I was reminded of
the last time we met up, a warm spring afternoon eating chicken Kebobs
at Efes on Easton Ave. Like always, he picked up the bill. We talked
for about 2 hours, covering everything and anything. He encouraged me
not to give up on a troubled friend (I was struggling with the notion
of “cutting a person off”). To continue on my faith journey. He joked
that I should attend his church instead.
This morning I pictured him sitting shotgun in my car and what I’d
have to share with him since we last met. Would I have anything new to
report? Would I be willing to share about what’s been going on in my
life regardless of how insignificant and fleeting it may seem at the
present moment. I wasn’t sure.
Staring at the dashboard I noticed a light, a sad reminder that the
“passenger airbag was off”, meaning no one was there. A typical day, a
typical commute, alone with my thoughts and my regrets.
But this day I’m reminded that despite a loss we are still left with
so much more. He was a friend of many, and in many ways his passing
brought old friendships back to light. Yes, I’ve failed to keep in
touch despite my promises, but I’m reminded of them this day.
Too many times in our lives we leave behind all we consider
“insignificant” in our daily conversations. When we catch up with a
friend we feel like we have nothing to share unless it’s something
monumental (relationship, career, birth of a child, etc). I’ve lived
the past year of my life answering that “I have nothing new to report”
whenever someone asked me what’s been going on in my life. I’ve summed
up 365 days in a few words. Many times it feels this way, but this
morning I was reminded that it shouldn’t.
So in Dan’s honor I will try my best to share what’s been going on
in my life. Regardless of how pointless and miniscule it may seem. I
hope that you (as a friend) will read this and feel “caught up” with
what’s been going on in my life.
Will you sit shotgun?
-Last week I finally got my car fixed. I had gotten into a fender
bender about 7 months ago, and after long complicated issues with the
insurance company I finally got a new bumper/headlight installed. My
car (which I’ve named “Blue”) looks great. However, this past weekend a
strange screeching sound has been starting to emit whenever I make a
left turn. My roommate thinks its the rear/right brake. So sometime
this week I hope to stop by Midas and get it checked out. Owning a car
is such a financial burden.
-In less than 4 weeks I will be leading a group of 14 people to
serve in the Dominican Republic with the Foundation For Peace. This
will be my 4th trip to that country and at the moment I’m a mix of
excitement, worry, and fear. I want to come back having given it my
all. Loving til I am bankrupt. I want to be emptied of everything.
-I’ve picked up skateboarding! I know… I’m 25. laugh now. But when I
get that sweet kickflip down, I’ll be the envy of middleschoolers
everywhere. As of now I’m still trying to ollie. I’ve gotten a lot
better though. Started out in the grass, and now I can probably ollie
(rolling) a small kitten or something. Not there yet, but getting
there. Look out for me. I don’t want to get any scratched knees. I
haven’t gotten those since… middle school.
-I recently moved to a new apartment in North Brunswick. I live with
two other guys (Sungtae and Paul) and so far everythings been great.
It’s a 3 bedroom 2.5 bath. I like it a lot. It’s clean, quiet, and
closer to work. I no longer sleep on a bed ever since my struggles with
insomnia (which is getting a lot better). Instead I “rough” it out on
the floor. It’s good on my back.
-Last night I stayed up close to midnight playing Family Feud
online. It’s a great game. There was one round where the question was
“Name something kids love to eat for breakfast.” Out of the top 6
answers I got the first 5 (Cereal, Poptarts, Pancakes, Waffles, Eggs)
the 6th one? Pizza. Who the heck eats pizza for breakfast. Funny thing
is, one person we were playing with ONLY got Pizza. Everyone ragged on
him in amazement. Apparently that’s what kids in Arkansas eat. Family
Feud is great, but not when you have to work right after : (
-I’m still working as a spreadsheet cube monkey at Accenture. I’m
looking for a new gig (been “looking” for the past 2 years. Possibly
overseas? My parents are in. I’m just waiting for the right
opportunity. I’m considering Vietnam, parents want China. You know
learn the language of the future… haha.
-Yesterday I went to Circuit City to buy the new Coldplay CD
(honestly only wanted it b/c it came with a free shirt). Soldout. I
should’ve asked the sales rep as soon as I walked in. Instead of
walking around aimlessly for 30 minutes until I finally decided to ask
and find out it was sold out.
-This afternoon I was invited to play soccer. I can’t wait. Maybe
it’s EURO 2008 fever, but I’ve been itching to get on the field for
quite some time. I’ll try to score a goal, or two, for you. So if you
see me point at the sky… that’s a holla. I’d appreciate a cool
afternoon. Ask the big man if he can hook that up.
Now that I think about it. I have so much I could share. Maybe we can do this more often.
I miss you dearly.
Dan KiBong Yang : 6.18.07
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| The Biggest TeaseNot to be confused with the biggest Teas (as in the herbal drinks),
or the biggest Tees (as in the letter shaped garments with the little
hole on top- head, and big hole on the bottom- torso). But the biggest
tease.
I was thinking the other day, and there are so many aspects of life
that are just one big tease. It’s amazing when I look back upon my
experiences and start thinking about them. Sure there are people
(usually girls) that act like ”one big tease”. But that’s not the only
type of tease one encounters in life. Think carefully upon your life
and you will find “big teases” (Q: What is the plural form of “tease” -
teases? - I’m gonna use “teases”) littering your sorry life.
Examples of “Biggest Tease” from my personal experiences.
Double Popsicles 
As soon as someone brings out the popsicle out of it’s packaging you
marvel at it’s beauty. It’s mind boggling! The engineering, the art,
the genius, of joining two popsicles in a holy matrimony of icy berry
goodness. The heavens open up and a sweet voice seems to proclaim “What
God has joined! Let no one separate!” But what usually happens? Said
person, will split the popsicle in two (despite CLEAR commands from the
big guy upstairs!), and give one piece to you, and the other to some
snotty nosed brat son of satan. You’re left holding this broken
popsicle that’s a sad shadow of it’s former self. The single
popsicle is never the same after that. Neither am I.
It’s one thing to break it secretly behind your back and THEN give
them out, it’s a completely utterly unfair tease to do it right in
front of your face. Like ”Oh do you want a gigantic shapeship shaped
grape popsicle?”- “YES! YES!” - “Okay. SNAP! here you go” - (heart
cries chubby chubby tears). I know in the long run it might teach me
about the blessings of sharing and caring, what is mine is yours blah
blah. But I dunno… big tease.
Cuz you see- the way I see it the popsicle contained two popsicle
sticks not implying it should be split, but instead to support the huge
weight of the popsicle itself. I guarantee you it was
specifically engineered by a pair of german physicists to be eaten
whole - alone.
Hanz: “Look I’ve created zee biggezt popzicle in zee world!”
Franz: “Oh-Yah! But it’z too big Hanz! Zee wooden ztick cannot hold zee tremendouz mazz of zee icy berry goodnezz.”
Hanz: “Oh-yah. Oh-yah.”
(20 minutes later)
Hanz: “Franz! I got it! We will engineer two
wooden zstickz into zee popzicle! Now you will uze your two handz to
eat zee popzicle! Itz phyzicz you know, vectorz and ztuff.”
Franz: “Geniuz!” Big tease! : ( 
Weatherman Giving a Nice Weather Forecast Nothing is worst than to hear a weatherman (or weatherwoman?) say “It’s a beautiful day for the beach… Back to you Cindy!”.
Why? - B/c it’s the biggest tease for everyone that is getting ready
to work as they watch this. Here you are putting on your dress pants
getting ready for work, when this clown on t.v has to remind you that
it’s… “a beautiful day to be outside… You’d be a fool not to call
in sick… seriously dude it’s gonna be the nicest day you’ve ever seen…
ever- but you gotta go to work like the little tool you are you piece
of crap worker bee kunta kinte motherfather” . They might as well point straight at the camera do the Nelson mock and scream “OWNED!” 
Jessica Alba Movies 
You’ll be sitting there in the theater when a preview comes out. It’s
a movie starring Paul Walker about some treasure under water explosions
mafia blah blah. Then they flash Jessica Alba on the screen and
suddenly you find yourself getting up to reserve tickets on Fandango
for whenever it comes out. Then the preview starts getting ridiculously
gratuitous, Jessica Alba in a bikini. I don’t know if Hollywood does
this on purpose but I guarantee you they do. Basically a bunch of
Hollywood bigwigs are sitting around a table going, ”This movie will
only be successful if we reach the 18-35 male demographic.” “Hmmm….
what can we do?… Call Jessica Alba’s agent”. Done. A gratuitous preview
later all males 18-35 across the world are standing around going “YO you see the preview for that Jessica Alba water movie?! I don’t know what it’s about but I’m definitely watching it!” .
This is the prototypical Jessica Alba movie.
Every fiber in your body tells you it’s gonna suck. Rottentomatoes
gives it a Rotten 5% rating. All the (non-heterosexual) male movie
critics say it’s the worst movie ever made. The plot just sounds
ridiculously stupid. But guess what.. Jessica Alba? …
” I must decide myself….”
Is there anyone in world that has an easier “Free pass” than Jessica
Alba? I think she could murder someone broad daylight in the middle of
Times Square and everyone would swear it wasn’t her.
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| Non Je Ne Regrette RienSometimes I wonder if it was the intention of the heavens, or my own
lack of devotion. Throughout my life I’ve noticed that I’m just “ok”
with anything I decide to do. That is, as I scour through my mental
resume of talents and skills I see a lot of things which I could label
myself as “capable” of doing but nothing where I excel.
I love sports, but I’m not good enough where people necessarily want me
on their team. But at the same time not bad enough where I would get
picked last.
I love art/design, but I’m not good enough where someone would pay me
money or offer me a career. But at the same time not bad enough where I
don’t receive compliments regarding my “work”.
I love “active” activities. X-TREME! I can pick up surfing, skating, rock climbing easily, but I plateau just as quick.
I enjoy singing and playing instruments. Some have said I have pleasant
voice, but no one is asking me to join a band or sing at their wedding.
This may all read like a big pity party but bear with me, that’s not my intention.
I guess it’s a testament to my character. I’m what you would call a Candle.
Burn brightly for a brief time only to fizzle out when the wick
(interest) goes out. And whereas some may look upon my wishy-washy
devotion with scolding eyes and furrowed brows I’ve come to find some
sort of ”good” in my method.
For much of my life I thought all people were wired similarly. I
find much joy in experiencing new sounds, sights, tastes, feelings,
joys. There is no river I won’t dip my toes into, no fruit I won’t put
in my mouth, no person I’ll refuse to meet. Yet I meet so many people
who refuse to eat certain foods (without trying), so many people who
enjoy the monotony of their lives, so many people who refuse to take
any sort of risks in their lives.
We’ve all heard the phrase(s): Until you ask or try, the answer will
always be no. We all want to walk on water, but none of us want to get
out of the boat.
They’re cliche but too often true.
We’re worried about what others will think. We discount ourselves from the get-go. We undermine our God given talents everyday.
If you can walk you should be able to run. So run a long distance race.
If you can jump you should be able to balance yourself. So try snowboarding. Get on a skateboard. Surf!
If you type you should be able to move your fingers. So ask if anyone
has a guitar to lend. Start a blog. Buy a camera (only takes a push of
a finger!)
Live life.
I write this entry because I recently purchased a skateboard. Lately
I’ve been infatuated with a trick called the “Kickflip”. It’s basically
Skate Trick 102. But I think it’s the nicest trick on the planet. So
despite my insecurity I walked into a skateshop and bought a skateboard
(super awkward worthy of entry experience). A 25 year old grownup
kicking and pushing down the sidewalk of my development next to all
these elementary kids on their bikes. It’s quite sad if you think about
it.
In order to kickflip you need to learn to Ollie. Doing an ollie is Skateboarding 101 but its really tough.
So I’m out there in my yard looking foolish, sweating bullets, occasionally falling. I’m 25 and Korean.
If my parents found out I spent $XXX on a skateboard and spent my free time skating they’d probably give me an earful.
You know, guys my age should be out dating and advancing their careers.
But I want to experience a “Kick Flip”, I want to experience ollie-ing down a flight (ok… maybe 2 steps) of stairs.
And for it I’m willing to risk it…
Sore butt. Disapproving friends/parents. Looking foolish.
50 years from now I will be on my deathbed slowly going over all the
regrets in my life. Jobs I should have taken. Friends I should have
made. Trips I should have booked. Girls I should have asked out. And it
feels weird to say this, but when I come across “2008″, I will NOT be
saying “I wish I had tried skateboarding”.
Listen. Regrets are inevitable. So much of life is beyond our
control, but if there is anything you want to do today, if there is
anything you want to experience right now, anything you want. I say you
do it.
Risk It.
Sore butt. Tired legs. Broken heart. Empty wallet. Whatever.
Risk It.
*I feel like I’m slowly getting the ollie down. I could probably ollie over a roll of quarters…. It’s a start 
This is the heart-stopping moment a daring photographer leapt
between two rocky outcrops over the Grand Canyon - with drop of nearly
a mile beneath him.
A crowd of onlookers gasped in horror as the man - who was wearing flimsy flip-flops - risked his life to capture a stunning shot of the Arizona sunset.” Foolish or Courage? (thanks Rob) One of the most badass skate video intros I've ever seen. The first trick you see is a "Kickflip" (Thanks Ben)
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| SparksI’ve been called “Artsy” for quite some time.
It’s a label which I have struggled with, not necessarily because
of what it implies, but because I don’t really consider myself
“Artsy”. I would prefer a less loaded label like “Easily loving of the
beautiful”.
But then that just sounds really dumb.
Off the top of my head I can list 100’s of reasons as to why I am
“a lover” of design, art, and the “beautiful”. But given certain
limitations and time constrictions I’ll only share a few.
Age 6:
This is my earliest memory of being captivated by a sight which,
for some particular reason, captured my “eye”. I was walking around my
kitchen in Bolivia. And next to the fridge we had a big wooden cabinet
which held cups, plates, dishes. This one particular afternoon the
sun’s rays came through the window and shone on that cabinet in this
really interesting fashion. I have trouble describing why it was so
captivating. But I remember it to this day. 19 years later.
Beauty in the Ordinary.
Age 8:
One of the few times I’ve ever gone out to the movies as a family.
After church my family and I joined a bunch of young adults from
our church in Bolivia and went to watch the afternoon showing of
Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast”. I remember it so clearly. Sitting in
that dark theater, my legs swinging from the seat and marveling at the
screen as the images flickered unto my face. It’s the scene where Belle
begins dancing with the beast. The “camera” pans from the ceiling and
unto the ballroom. Revealing some of the most beautifully intricate and
amazing Disney drawings ever. It really blew me away.
Here’s the closest image I could find.
 Beauty in the Man Made.
Age 11:
The car ride from La Paz (The Capital) to Cochabamba (State where
I was born). Takes you down the Andes mountain range unto the Valley of
Cochabamba. At the time it’d be a bumpy car ride in the middle of
nowhere. No city light pollution, no signs of civilization. An
occasional truck carrying fruits into the capital. Just 6 hours in
peaceful darkness chugging down the mountain side.
Given the fact that my family consists of 4 kids (including
myself) any long car ride would eventually be interrupted by the need
to heed nature’s call.
In the middle of the night my dad’s dark blue Toyota Landcruiser
pulled unto a dirt bank and as I ran out to relieve myself I looked up
and saw the most amazing. The most beautiful. The most knee buckling,
breath stealing, heart beat stopping, sight of the Milky Way.
It was a combination of the darkest black with the whitest streaks
of stars, thousands. No millions! Of them. Strewn across the sky like
diamonds.
To this day I don’t know if anything will top this image in my mind.
That night as the car pulled away unto the road I whispered to myself…
“I want to be an astronaut when I grow up….”
Beauty in Divine Design.
Age 24:
One particular night a few friends and I were hanging out. As a
close friend and I were out in the deck… In one of those rare yet
completely raw and honest moments this friend shared with me a
particular detail about the recent events in her life. And as her voice
trailed off in silent pain, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so
inadequate, so insignificant, so heartbroken yet so motivated in my
life. Words escaped me, and I could only muster enough action to give
her one of my patented awkward side hugs. I muttered something I
forget, and we stood there in silence for a few seconds. I witnessed
the most incredible heart and it filled my very being.
Beauty in Humanity.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest
fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our
darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be
brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?’ Actually, who are you not
to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the
world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people
won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory
of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in all of
us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other
people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own
fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
-M. Williamson
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| Huazzy K’s Gazzy Saves TechniquesFor the past 2.5 years I’ve kept a very
detailed log of my gas consumption. What day, month, station I
purchased at. How many gallons, the price of gallon, the total cost,
how many miles I drove on the tank, the cost per mile and finally
the selling point of all car commercials now a days - the MPG.
This morning I purchased a gallon of regular gas for $3.63…
This is the most I’ve ever spent on gas. Exactly a month ago today I
purchased a gallon of gas for $2.99. A month! A year ago today
(5/14/07) $2.82!
Prior to this month I laughed at the possibility of a $4 gallon. Now it’s a reality. Mid August perhaps?
Since majority of us require the daily use of a car. Here is a short
list on methods/techniques to make the most out of your gallon of gas.
*I will avoid things like “buy a hybrid” or “drive a manual
transmission car”. This list is for all that drive, regardless of your
make, model, year.
10) (Mentioned in a previous post) Keep you car well maintained
- Make sure you replace your air filters when needed (at least once a
year). A dirty air filter will restrict air flow and cause a huge dent
on your gas mileage. Make sure your tire pressures are at the
recommended levels (look at the wall of your tires it should say
something like “Max PSI 45″). It costs a few quarters to fill up - I
try to do this at least once a month. Be diligent in getting an “oil
change” every 3-5,000 miles. Frequent oil changes = happy engine. Happy
engine = good gas mileage.
09) Remove excess weight from your car
- I wouldn’t recommend leaving your spare tire at home (you probably
need that). But far too often I see my friends lugging around golf
clubs. Unless you plan on golfing everyday, there should be no reason
to carry them around. Leave them in your garage and load them on the
days you play golf. If you frequent the driving range, just carry a
Driver and a Putter. Open up your trunk and pull out the things you
really don’t need. ** When it snows: Make sure you knock out those
dingleberries of dirt/snow that hang from the wheel wells. Those things
can get heavy. Every little pound counts.
08. Minimize Idle time - Look it up if you don’t
believe me. But the need to ”warm up the engine” is a myth. None of us
drive (cars with) high performance engines. Our engines are good to go
after 20-30 seconds (Even during the winter). Once again… Look it up if
you don’t believe me. Say you’re picking up your girlfriend from her
house. If she has the tendency to take longer than 5 minutes to come
out then just turn off the car. Save some gas. But this doesn’t mean
you should turn off your car at every possibility. My general rule of
thumb is about 3 minutes. So I might leave the car running if you’re
going in to pee, but if you’re ”takin’ the Browns to the Superbowl” I’m
shutting it off.
07) (From Namo) Fill up in the morning/night, when it’s coolest out. I
don’t really understand the exact science of this tip, but I’ve seen it
mentioned in a lot of places. Apparently gas pumps measure gas sales by
volume not density(?) of fuel concentration. Therefore when you pay for
your gas you’re paying for the “volume” - meaning gas in liquid and
vapor form. When it’s hot = a lot of gas vapor, meaning pay more for
less gas. Once again, can’t really explain it. It makes enough
sense for me to follow it.
06) Chill out Speed Racer! - If you frequently find
yourself with road rage chances are your driving is erratic and not gas
friendly. Driving should be seen as a marathon not an NFL combine (40).
Therefore avoid very fast accelerations only to come to a full stop a
1/4 mile away. This is probably the hardest thing to do as it requires
you to change your driving habit as a whole. But trust me, not only
will you be a gas friendly driver, but a safer driver in general.
05) Run a half marathon - Training for a long race
has given me new insight to the distances people drive to. I realized
that many of the places I’d drive to for food, hanging out, etc were
less than a mile away. This is hard to do. But if it’s nice out (or if
you have a ride back) then just walk. You a) save gas and b) exercise.
Win-win. *Or buy a bike, skateboard, what have you.
04) Organithe - I deliberately spelled it that way
to imply a lisp. Why is it that some people see organization and
planning as a nerdy/gay quality? I don’t understand it. Don’t be afraid
to be organized in your activities. Meaning: Arrange car pools when
possible, or plan your trip (when running errands) as to minimize
driving and maximize gas economy. Check traffic reports to avoid
congestion and stop and go patterns. * Time management also adds to
this. Meaning: Leave on time = no need to speed = arrive on time = no
gas wasted on driving like Jeff Gordon.
03) Order in - Do they deliver? If so, why have all
8 of you hop into two cars and drive over to eat. Let THEM pay for the
gas. But tip well. You would’ve paid for tip there no?
02) Cash back - I recently signed up for the Citi
Cash Return card. It offers 5% cashback on all purchases until July,
and 1% thereafter. I’ve seen cards specially designed for Gas/Grocery
purchases up to 3%. In the short run it seems like it makes no
difference but if you realize that the difference between paying $3.50
and $3.68 a gallon is 5% then it does. Knowing you get (even 1%) back
is nice. In 2.5 years I’ve spent $3876.59 dollars on gas. Had I had
this card (at 1%) since then I’d have $38.76 dollars in cash back.
That’s like “one free fill up”.
01) Pray - $4 a gallon is ridiculous. Should we
expect $5 next summer? Should we switch to corn based ethanol? But then
it creates a food shortage - which means the poorest of the poor
suffer. How about invading an oil rich country like Iraq? Cut a deal w/
Venezuela? What can we do? What should we do?
What will we do?
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