"please do not offer my god a peanut."

>>"No offense Apu, but when they're were handin out religions you must have been out taking a whizz."

>>"Mr. Simpson, pay for your purchases and get out...and come again."


Yes, I've fallen prey to the Simpsons hype and creating my own avatar...courtesy of Whitey Ford and some bored co-workers.

Here ya go....

Aric "The Attitude" Allen

Booyeon "NYC Chic" Lee


Booyeon "Eagle Rocker" Lee

party like you mean it...

[all photos courtesy of charlie hustle's eye]

welcome to the jungle....we've got fun n' games...we got everything you want....honey, we know the names....

one of those truest of nights with the truest of friends that I didn't want to end...

the very reason why we're all here.

no, wait, that's God. ok, let's move on to the good photos.

kyle and greg, who is also a dead ringer for THIS GUY.

seriously though, greg was a cool guy. but---i can only wonder about a man who admits he has two left feet despite the fact he's black the first time i meet him.

damn man---at least ACT like you got skillz. who am i to question a reigning stereotype?

the best of friends...my lovely wife and her eagle rock buddy, alicia.

the sun beginning to go down...

our new friends...a conglogmerate of young married couples out to either chastise you for being single or criticize you for having babies...nevermind, that's just me.

the same group in the same spot with a few drinks in them....instant party

words escape me on this one...

dusk over eagle rock...

radu "the grill man"....everyone loved his meat. and the burgers he cooked were good too.

all my baby-dadies in the place, say "HEY!"....it was good to know that the procreating masses weren't lost for good to the abyss of their homes. actually, our deepest joy has been to see these kiddies grow big, strong and develop the ability to say "hey, i want more!"

nathaniel...the "mini noah" as i like to refer to him

princess naomi being escorted by dad (arm to the right) and uncle (arm to the left)

the party gets started...

kyle's beats and duraflame logs means a HOT parTAY....

serving and sweating....and i mean SWEATING...all my life i've been told i copy my older brother kyle and this is no more truer than in regards to our eccrine glands...

salsa in the smoke....could only be maco shark and SA....

the lawyers....special K and the hammer....one nickname was given and one was requested....you figure it out

i'm so honored to be in the company of someone so funny, so genuine and so amusing as Owen Wilson---who, by the way has one of the top 5 cutest baby girls in California. it's a registered fact. yes, yes, i'm quite aware of the moisture collection in my armpit area...see above for my obnoxious eccrine gland issue.

all in all, i have to concede the award for Most Original Shirt of the Night to kyle...my Le Tigre and popped collar were workin' but his shirt just rang true.....

kyle, you really know how to cut to the core of me...

we're blessed to know you all...well, we're blessed to know some of you. the rest are just fillers for the time being. JUST JOKING. you all are integral to our happiness and to have you in our home is a privilege we hope to enjoy again. thanks to my gracious wife who bore the pain of my ever-growing invite list and my need to try and throw the biggest july 4th party ever on a mountainside in eagle rock california while wearing a pink shirt. she is a patient and loving woman who reminds me all the time of what true servanthood looks like.

for the sporting bored...

since we have some time to kill while waiting for Beckham's imminent arrival and the start of the football season, here is a nice photo piece ranking the top athletes ever by number...




what do you get when you combine a ringed tee, short shorts and tube socks?





a recipe for sweet Brazilian FUTbol...

look ma, i DO have "white" friends...

Just some updated photos of me b/c I'm so FREAKIN narcissistic....Actually, Kyle was on a mission to prove to our sister that we do indeed have white friends. She so kindly states that it's like a "Where's Waldo?" book trying to point us out of every photo we take with friends....



From hanging out with Kyle and Matt White (that really is his name) downtown LA. It was us and 12 other people trying to make downtown cool...
Matt "Diva" White, everybody...


When the cameraman gets a few Stellas in him...

new hobby...

i dove in (pun intended) to the world of saltwater reefing. here's the nascent shots of my tank. i'm watching the live rock grow and soon i'll have some little critters swimming joyfully in there. it's a good adventure and learning process to see life burgeoning on my wife's dresser drawer.

the many faces of me...

i'm not sure if it's the mentally-corrosive smog in the air or my sudden weight loss (you know which one I'M voting for), but i've been approached lately by a few folks who seem to have a good idea that i resemble someone they've seen on the telly...

who are these dashing celebrities so privileged to be associated to my likeness, you might ask?

1997--accosted on the street by an eager fan believing i was THIS actor from days of our lives








1999--again, accosted. this time by a young blond woman wearing a white tanktop which once might have fit a goldfish but at this point was straining to make it past her bulbous belly...she believed with such certainty that i was the man below that i was forced to give her an autograph...i signed it "M&M: The chocolate flavor"













2007--the accosting thing is getting old. this time it was by a Hispanic gentleman at a local wine bar. after repeatedly asking me whether or not I was Mexican (hey, Dad, dosen't that make you proud?), he continued on to tell me I was very handsome and he confused me for a Mexican soap star. I say all this of course to build up my own ego----but more importantly it serves as background for the next time I visited the bar...he told me the fellow's name was Ari Telch....so, what do I do when I get home? Well, I showered, ate a small snack, talked to Booyeon AND THEN i hopped onto google.....a couple of keystrokes, one click and WHAM! my self-image sank faster than the Titanic with a fat guy strapped to its bow...












2007---AGAIN--and the latest was this guy. apparently i star in commercials on the side bragging about my relationship with J-Love.....i'm not sure I'm even that good of an actor....
Check out the 'celebrity' commercial: http://myfaves.com/tv-commercials.html























if you haven't figured it out by now, this post has been nothing but a poorly written diatribe aimed at blatant self-promotion....but then again, would you expect anything more?




who do you think i look like? let the deprecation commence...

get real...

for the two people in the world who didn't get the latest blast email from me...Booyeon and I were featured on WeddingChannel.com in the Real Weddings section.

Click here to see our page

sunset over eagle rock...

enjoying some of the food...




the sunset in high contrast



happy and content with all my birthday cards the next morning...


here's a video showing the deck, me grilling and the stairs up to our apartment...



pastor ern...no, it's NOT kyle's baby... :) :)


the firepit where we roasted marshmallows...