Images of 2002

Gift. Open. Smile. Success. [12.28.02] It was very last-minute, but the thought preoccupied our minds for weeks. What gift will be perfect for the cool Annabel? Simple: show our appreciation for her with art, her own specialty. Four amateur drawings and silly poses later, the gift warrants all teeth.

Hardly Abominable [12.26.02] Mel is around 5'2", so you get the sense that this is a pretty big snowman or that Mel is just a tiny person. And look at that beautiful backdrop - better than any suicidal gorge, no? Hehe.

Don't Call It Garbage. It's Art. [12.05.02] You know when you step out the door and the world is covered in snow? I love how the cars have a nice layer of snow on them, undisturbed. And then you see like one or two cars that just came in and parked, so they have a messy semi-layer and it makes you mad because the world isn't perfect anymore. Well, this pic is just a reminder that even a trash can can have its moment.

Small Hands? You Know What That Means [11.30.02] How do you deflate the hopes and dreams of a Michael Vick wannabe on a Thanksgiving day? Make the field muddy so he can't scramble and make sure he has small hands so he can't grip the wet ball. The result? An unsettling 66-6 loss to a bunch of kids who never played real football. But at least their QB had hands big enough to throw the ball.

All Look Same [11.1.02] This is an unrelated Danny Park who shares a similar hairstyle, ethnic background, and goes to the same school as me. I have a cousin named Danny Park who looks nothing like me and lives in Korea. Plus, I haven't seen or heard from him in over ten years. Sometimes it takes more than just blood to feel more "akin."

Charity Tea [10.26.02] On our way to watch Bowling for Columbine at Loews Kips Bay Theater, Harry is kind enough to share his bubble tea, even lending me a spoon to scoop up the hard to suck tapioca. I think Harry has come a long way in germ tolerance for someone who carries toilet seat covers and refuses to open a public bathroom door without a paper towel.

Movie Crew [10.5.02] I like to watch movies, and I like to hang out with my friends. Naturally, I find watching movies with my friends very pleasurable. The first time (The Good Girl), it was me, Head, Harry, and Grita. The second time (Igby Goes Down) was me, Head, Harry, and Finkelmon. By the third time (Red Dragon), it was me, Head, and Harry. Notice the trend? Our fourth movie (Punch-Drunk Love) confirmed it: we have ourselves a little club. Membership? Three.

Early Retirement [8.16.02] I went camping with my friends about fifty exits down the Garden State Parkway. I had always wanted to go fishing for fun. My previous fishing experience came on family camping trips, and I proved too immature and impatient to enjoy the activity. Now slightly wiser, I viewed this occasion as my summer's ultimate achievement: a demonstration of maturity and a glimpse of a mind at peace.

Pretty Pier [8.15.02] There's this one European girl who develops her pictures at my dad's store and has shots of not-so-glamorous scenes, such as a waste dump, garbage can, or an abandoned vehicle. I saw a shot of a waste dump with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background once. I guess you can call this an imitation; this is an abandoned Hoboken pier, and in the background is the New York City skyline.

Ground Zero View [8.15.02] With the one year memorial of 9/11 just a month away, I got a glimpse of Ground Zero for the first time. It was almost surreal that just a year ago, I walked into the World Trade Center to use the bathroom. Two weeks later, two planes brought down New York's signature skyscrapers.

Crow-kay [8.11.02] A trip to Boston brought a few pleasant surprises, like a game of croquet on a Sunday afternoon in the backyard of a big house owned by a rich lawyer. With improvised rules and no technique, we played a competitve game. Warren came in first, then me, and Reggie last.