27.8.07

a year in the life...

this week, booyeon and i head off to new york--the starting place of the romance that is our marriage. it was march of 2004. i was a scruffy-headed marketing manager and she was a sophisticated research analyst. we had met each other for the first time many times while volunteering for church together. she wrote me off as an arrogant piss-ant and i categorized her as a goodie goodie church girl. at the wedding of a friend, i refused to dance and she refused to stop making fun of me—it was love at first sight. we shared the city with one another for 3 weeks that felt like 3 months. booyeon booked a one-way ticket to tokyo to pursue journalism and i booked a trip on the “lonely express” to stay in new york. since there really was no alternative, we foolhardedly decided to keep dating. i chased her to japan, she returned home for some trips and we kept filling the pockets of the inventors of instant messaging. international phone cards became our best friends and pictures served as reminders for what the other person looked like. eventually, booyeon decided to sacrifice everything and check into the hotel california while i pursued delusions of theological grandeur at fuller.

and now…

it's been one year since most of you joined us in anaheim for our wedding, suffering through the "blizzard of '06" and later witnessing what is unofficially the longest first dance in wedding history (yet equally as tender). over the past year we've gotten to know some of you better while slowly dropping others of you like bad habits (i joke, of course—some of you just won’t go away). it's been an interesting year of learning about how life is lived in the midst of good and bad times with another human being who often knows you better than yourself and sometimes has no clue who the hell you are. there have been too many precious moments to recount. but in an attempt to convey my happiness with married life, i've come up with the first annual:

10 Things I've Learned in Marriage This Year
10. In any given argument it's completely possible to be so "right" and yet so wrong all at the same time.
9. Money isn't the root of all evil. Leaving dirty underwear on the ground is.
8. 90% of any disagreement is related to communication. And of this 90%, 100% is usually the fault of the male.
7. The pragmatic response is not always the appropriate response.
6. It’s all warm and fuzzy to start thinking of having children. But spending about 12 minutes with friends who do will sober you up real quick.
5. Watching TV while your wife is talking can be hazardous to your health.
4. On that note, nothing will get your wife talking quicker than turning on your favorite football game. Funny how that timing works.
3. I shudder to think what I would be like without Booyeon. But images of an overweight, soiled-clothed man in a velour sweatsuit sitting next to a pile of unpaid bills come to mind.
2. The quickest way to mend an issue is to say “I’m sorry.” The best way, though, is to actually mean it.
1. Jesus is the best marriage counselor. It’s just a shame we don’t book more appointments with Him.


here's to small dreams becoming tender realities...

23.8.07

flying away on a wing and a prayer...

who could it be?

believe it or not, it's just meeee......

(editor's note: i totally hope that song is stuck in your head now)





yes, that will soon be me. flying so high--so free--so freaked out. in my ever growing quest to match the outdoor exploits of this man, i'll be taking to the sky in a few weeks to try hang gliding.

after an extensive urine test, blood screening and some (much-welcomed) tummy poking, i was allowed to sign up for introductory lessons at the beach in Playa Del Rey. though i'm relegated to the bunny hill, i've been promised a wonderful view of the ocean (exactly how close i get to that view will be determined by my spaghetti noodle-like arms' ability to support myself in the air).

some of you may have heard me talk about the "Summer of Aric" about 556 times, give or take a hundred. i'm hoping this little adventure will be a nice cap to my summer away from school.

as always, i'll be sure to post as many pictures of myself as i humanly can (there's a fan of this blog who will soon be down in Irvine and deserves nothing less.) but i reserve the right to photoshop out any embarrasing wet pants photos which convey my fear of heights.

26.7.07

"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

5.7.07

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...

14.6.07

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...

29.5.07

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.













27.5.07

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...




9.4.07

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

1.4.07

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...