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time	[Jul. 11th, 2008\|12:20 am]
i haven't written much lately. not that my life has been that mundane in the past few months, but i've been avoiding those sites that draw you in to never find your way out until days later. my life has simply become busier. running half dozen art & design schools, overseeing instructors and over 300 students is just the half of it. The FR*A agency has taken off and I'm now faced with more recording artists & clients than my team and I can handle...but I make due; mostly with a half pack of cigarettes and a few beers at night to mercifully nudge myself to an enervating sleep which is only broken by the incessant series of buzzes of my blackberry reminding me that the days and nights are simply just not long enough. I should move to Jupiter where time is irrelevant. perhaps in 50 years or so. or perhaps the timing is simply off.
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FR*A on Pepsi	[Apr. 17th, 2008\|12:31 pm]
*My project, FRA\Future Rockstars of America featured in the Pepsi viral campaign:** FR*A is: clothing, editorial, and agency. www.futurerockstarsofamerica.com Featured is Daniel Park, partner and creative director extraordinaire. (click here to see the vid)
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The Elementals Come Together. Pt 1	[Apr. 17th, 2008\|12:10 pm]
whoo...what a weekend. Kirk visited the city of angels with the the Canadians, Howard and Alex, in tow. Or was it Kirk in tow. Regardless, they definitely brought their livers and their uninhibited passion for the bottle. Drinking began Thursday night, a mere half hour after they touched down at LAX at Mike Kang's birthday party on the westside. I took it easy, at the furious cries from my body to give it a break. For that night at least. Friday night, we ended up at the infamous Velvet Room. Now, Alex has always seemed to have this curse of clearing out normally packed venues whenever he comes to LA. So I feared the worst and expected a club bespeckled with some security guards, a DJ, a few alcoholic girls taking advantage of the promo tables, and the Asian Voltron minus Rain and Paul (see previous post). The gods must have been shining down in favor of Alex this time, as the club was packed and brimming with club goers. Now, it's usually a very bad idea to put all of us together at one time. Normally, with a simple and seemingly innocuous combination of Paul, Ed, and myself, the situation could quite possibly, or actually, inevitably get out of hand. Add 10 more to the mix (Alex, Kirk, Howard, Ray, John, Diana, Debi, Natalee, Mark, Becky) and you've got pandemonium. 7 bottles of goose later: Alex dancing by himself on the dance floor, Ed reproaching and denying every girl the poor waitress tried to bring to the tables to book the guys, Alex engaging in a staring contest with Heidi, Kirk getting blocked once more by Nat, Kirk rehabilitating from the repeated loss with neon tambourines, 23 songs sung at the norebang, and a Mr Brightside later, we were done. at least for Friday night. Why did I have to wake up in 4 hours. -- Photos courtesy of Ed & Paul Thursday Night: Mike, Daniel, Ray, Alex, Howard (Mac & Cheese) Friday night: Debi's Beesh, Debi, Ed, Heidi Friday night: Diana, John Friday night: Kirk & Natalee. Kirk - repeated victim of blue balls. Perpetrator: Natalee Friday night/Saturday AM: Heidi at Luxury Fri night/Sat AM: Howard, Kirk, Ed, Diana, Heidi Friday night/Sat AM: Alex, Kirk, Daniel (grabbing Kirk's hand so gently and softly, reassuring he's the only one for me. Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend, you have been the one, you have been the one for me.) Friday night/Sat AM: Kirk & Tambourine. -- Saturday and Sunday. to be continued. --
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Jumping, Take 2	[Apr. 1st, 2008\|11:52 pm]
Jumping with Paul and Lara. About. Saturday, March 29, 2008
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Dog Fighting Ring	[Mar. 12th, 2008\|06:40 pm]
My twinster just told me that I've been the subject of a vicious marketplace buying and selling friends as if they're just cheap pieces of commodity on Friends for Sale. Grace Su, holding an impressive amount of money, continues to buy me, regardless of the efforts of Karin and Akiko to purchase me and place me in a good home. Until she stops from the egregious acts against my rights, I will own her beloved boyfriend, Daniel Park, place him into the world of dogfighting. He will be trained to fight and kill. He will be conditioned to forget about the human attributes in life such as love, hope, friends and family. He will forget about Grace Su. And he will become the ultimate dog fighter. It has begun.
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newness	[Mar. 10th, 2008\|11:52 pm]
after carrying around the massive flop of hair on my head for the past 5 months, i've finally cut the coiffure which now strangely resembles that of a korean male hooker. here i am with my beeshes.
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Weekday Joy	[Mar. 5th, 2008\|05:21 pm]
Jump for joy, Monday's gone, Tuesdays passed, were onto Wednesday. Title: Drunkie TuesWednesday Photographer: Eunice Lim Date: 3/5/08 Subject: Daniel Cho
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two	[Jan. 24th, 2008\|01:54 pm]
So much has happened in the past 2 months. If it's possible to inject 2 years of time into 2 months, I've just experienced it.
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one or nothing.	[Nov. 19th, 2007\|02:36 pm]
it's been almost a month since I've written. It's not that I haven't wanted to, but it's been a bit daunting finding the time to focus on anything to write about. So what do I write about? Let's start with relationships. That's always a good one. I can't say that I've ever been in love with anyone in the length of life I've lived. Sure, I've loved, but I've never been in love. At the tender age of 27, perhaps that should've been an asset I should have experienced and had by now. How do I know I've never been in love? I take things formulaically, as my dear friend Sheena said over drinks last week. When I meet a girl, and she just happens to be attractive, intelligent, personable, and someone who piques my interest, what do I do? I close my eyes, I take a breath, and try as much as humanly possible to remove myself from that very situation where limerance begins; you see, I must remain objective, to my heart, as it has no idea what it's doing, but responding to the heightened levels of hormones coarsing through every vessel and vein in my body. I resist it all. The transformation of faults into virtues, amplifying of the virtues, ignoring the faults, the quicker rates of heartbeats when thinking about her, the constant thoughts of her, the constant thoughts of being with her, self-projection and application with her. So what am I left with? I guess a formula which, by default is a bit more complicated than 2+2=4, but less complicated than a derivative. So where do I stand? I stand in moments where I deny myself of living, denying myself of the core value that makes us human, passionate, and virtually flawed. I describe love as a polynomial equation. I always strive for a variable that is unknown, trying to figure out that value, to eliminate the unknown, to be absolute in my actions moving forward. But again, I deny myself much of what is part of being human, making those mistakes, but moreover, taking those bold chances. Why do I do this? Sheena insists that I've been burned too many times. I actually haven't gone through biting heartbreaks or breakups, that I've seen in films, show, of my family or friends. Yes, I am devoid of the experience and pain that accompanies it in tow. So if I haven't been burned, am I simply jaded and apathetic and been relegated to no course of action other than the contrived process I go through every time I smell a scent of a beautiful woman? I can only say, I do this to avoid those poignant moments of which I wish never to experience. But again this is a formula and where am I back to? Square one, or perhaps nothing at all.
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Music video - Common, I Want You	[Oct. 23rd, 2007\|11:47 am]
The music video of the day: Common - I Want You Featuring: Common, Alicia Keys, Kanye West, Derek Luke, Sophia Luke, Serena Williams, and Keri Washington. The video depicts the struggle and conflict inside, of heartbreak, breakup and moving on. Keri Washington directs the video, and stars as a former girlfriend, ruefully reminiscing and clinging onto nostalgia, grieving over the breakup. Common plays the former boyfriend, who has moved on with Alicia Keys, and finds himself reflecting and revisiting the past and his decision.
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addict	[Oct. 19th, 2007\|06:01 pm]
as of 6:00 pm today, i am addicted to halo. I thought about what I will do tonight. This was my thought sequence. Drive home Take a shower Play Halo Sleep This is a Friday night, when I normally would go out with friends, obliterate my liver with rounds of drinks, and dance like Chris Brown at the VMA's. What has happened to me? I blame Paul (naka_chan), Mark, and Ed (caffeineguy). Well, not Ed, but I didn't want to leave him out of the baseless plenary blame. Earlier this week, Alex aka lexxy_pie wrote: Have you guys tried that "sex" stuff? It's even funner than video games! sigh.
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18 or so	[Sep. 26th, 2007\|07:21 pm]
i used to write here ever so frequently, but lately it's been braking to a slow crawl. See, I've become so busy lately. See, I have 18 girlfriends. I used to love all of them the same but over time, as time usually has it, fades away your interest and passion for every blink your eyes make, every breath you exhale, and every second that ticks through the hourglass. But I'm not someone who walks away and quits. that's why I haven't quit smoking. My mom didnt raise no quitter. Plus, I need them as much as they need me, or that's what we constantly have to remind each other. How many times do we start relationships so excited and filled with a breathtaking and holding sense of urgency only to lose that feeling suddenly after a night's sleep, hearing something about the person, driving and reflecting, or simply by seeing someone else who might just be a better fit for you. How many times do they call and nag and complain until it becomes a torrential rain you just start calling the nag? Many have suggested, maybe you should move on, but I can't. I feel strangely compelled to stay and I, throughout it all, enjoy their company. So here I am, stuck, jailed, shackled to 18 girlfriends demanding all of my time, all of my attention, and all of my life. I'm not crazy and I'm not out of my mind for having 18 girlfriends. You'll see why.
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future rockstars of america	[Sep. 20th, 2007\|01:00 pm]
Future Rockstars of America. Music. Arts. Culture. a future lifestyle awaits. support and click through.
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black to grey	[Sep. 13th, 2007\|01:52 pm]
i'm making my way back from black to grey baby. I have been invited back to the supper table in my parents home.
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black sheep	[Aug. 20th, 2007\|07:44 pm]
when the hell did i become the black sheep of the family? now, I somewhat suspected and joked about it with my family and some friends. Initially, I got calls from my parents asking me to meet them at a restaurant, to which I'd ask if I should call the other kids. "Oh, yeah, they're already here". is that food your masticating!? I hear you chewing. Then calls started coming from the siblings. "hey, whatcha doin. do you want to come eat? Oh, yeah, i'm here with mom, dad, sam and sarah. and edwin." damn, edwin. he's not even in the family. then the calls just stopped coming. I was relegated to calling and finding them out together already, at the movies, at the beach, at dinner or lunch, or most recently, the 3rd Street Promenade, just yesterday. "Who are you with" I asked my sister. Oh, i'm here with the "family". Now, I put quotations around "family" because family isn't family, in the absolute definition without me in it, right? Ergo, it's just family avec quotations. Family sans daniel is "family" in my book. Well, I should have just accepted the fact that I have become a pariah of my family. ostracized, and casted out; the black sheep. To have this confirmed by something as public and stalker-ish as facebook is a bludgeoning blow to my sense of self worth and existence. apparently, my twin sis felt compelled to confirm it in her facebook graffiti app which she is strangely addicted to. Note, i am the black sheep, on the outskirts of the grazing lands. now, who the fuck is erin? seriously. no, really. I have no family member named erin, and erin is automatically jettisoned into the family? and edwin, her damn boyfriend? what is this? when one is casted out, one is brought in? it's okay for I shall wear the amazing technicolor dreamcoat. beyotch. i hate facebook and the graffiti app.
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My First Music Video	[Aug. 14th, 2007\|12:12 pm]
A couple weeks ago, I got a call from Macy Gray and her manager, Bobby Collin talking to me about making a a music video for a song off her album. I loved the concept and got started on a treatment and started working out logistics. Before I knew it, I was a producer. I called my buddy Josh Kameyer, who has been shooting behind the scenes footage and cutting videos for us, and asked him if he would shoot the video, to which he wholeheartedly accepted. We were on our way. After a few stressful days trying to find money, a quick pre-pro later, the shoot date finally came, where we booked it down to the Santa Monica Promenade and shot. It was intended just to be a simple online video with a viral aspect of video responses to it, but it became much more. will.i.am ended up coming with Macy to our weekly staff meetings with the head honcho of Interscope Geffen, Jimmy Iovine, to present the video with me. There's nothing like the support of Grammy Award winning artists to excite people. Last week I got an email letting me know it would be added to MTV and VH1. I got an email today saying Rolling Stone would write an article breaking the video. The first music video I produced ended up being an extremely successful one thus far. I wish life could always turn out like that; first love, first job, firsts. If only. Well, without further ado, here is: Macy Gray - Everybody Video responses from Common, will.i.am, Lauren London, and Baron Davis. Please add your own message.
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this morning	[Aug. 3rd, 2007\|04:11 pm]
This morning. Vibrant images flashed through my eyes. Beep Beep Beep. My left hand hit the snooze button, and my eyes, blurry from the night’s dream and haven, rests on a pool of yellow. The image comes into focus, revealing the corrugated edges brilliantly shining through the natural light of the sun. closer, crisper, the colors separate from the silhouette and I see a simple flower. A sunflower. I close my eyes as I did the night before, the photograph illuminating the darkness and the last memories of the reflection of your eyes, lips, face and body, transcending all that exists. If it was possible to feel a smile, this is what you would comprehend.
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real hip hop

[Aug. 3rd, 2007|02:56 pm]

are you hungry?
are you hungry for real hip hop?

HERE IS YOUR CHANCE TO SUPPORT REAL HIP-HOP IN IT’S PUREST FORM!

FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS WE’VE ALL BEEN COMPLAINING ABOUT THE LACK OF SOCIAL COMMENTARY IN THIS ARTFORM THAT WE CALL HIP-HOP AND HAVE HAD SEVERAL DISAPPOINTMENTS FROM MCS THAT WE’VE CONSIDERED OUR FAVORITES WHO HAVE PUT OUT MEDIOCRE MUSIC PUTTING OUR CULTURE TO SHAME!

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color	[Jul. 19th, 2007\|10:29 pm]
I was born with a twin sister named Christine Lara Cho who syphoned off all the essential nutrients and space I needed in order to become a football player. Ergo, I am living my entire life wishing to be the 7 feet tall God intended for me. Flash forward to 8 years. I finally win an art contest against my sister. The contest was based upon creativity sponsored by Korean Air. She drew something fairly pretty. I drew something bordering on crazy. I won. I gave up art to rollerblade professionally. My parents disagreed and I was relegated to SAT's, music and studies. I'd give up my national merit scholarship for an ESPN X Games Gold any day. That gets the girls. Scholarships don't. Well, I ended up at Emory University and ended up in the "work" path in life. The White House, Rock the Vote, TBWA Chiat Day, MECA, and Geffen Records. Flash forward to today. I just confirmed that I am color deficient with a couple tests done by my sister. damn her. I guess i can't see brown or pink or whatever color it was that made me fail the test. Turns out I won the art contest when I was 8 because I colored everything wrong and they inadvertently interpreted as thinking outside the box and pushing the creative envelope. I was just coloring the best I could. Some are born great. And some are thrust into greatness. I am thrusted into greatness and I shine, probably a metallic orange or green, because I am color deficient.
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the akahoshi	[Jul. 18th, 2007\|10:34 pm]
Mark and I were in a NY a couple months ago and Kirk Akahoshi was our venerable host. Amidst the partying and drinking reaching ballistic levels, the Akahoshi Double Mochi Triple Spam Musubi Roll was born. Here are our nights in NY.
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