my mom and i are coming. wait for us on the beach. in a seachanty town.
where i go from here, i don’t know.
to the end from where it started and so it begins.
i’m a bohemian cat, next to the charles river in chech.
and when you are there in the mountain cold.
there you will find me and my mom, just as cold as today.
we are bohemian lynx. that is our species.
That is our link.
Welcome, welcome, welcome. How are you doing? My name is Jerry. Welcome. I just ate as I master baited.
George Bush has a cabin in the woods. And he’s burping, lost in the forest in the woods.
I’m talking about that place Kennebunkport.
He’s friends along with Pee-Wee.
Where does it….. From here?
I don’t know.
I think I’m a pole dancer or a prancer.
I do it, all the time, like the best!
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Let me keep this short.
Before you start laughing…
I’m talking dicks.
Not me.
I’m Johnny.
This book is for all the men out there trying to improve their lives. It is also for all the women out there doing the same thing. I think as a species, as a human race, we’ve all got to level up. And so, I present to you all this book. Let me begin by saying that becoming a 10x man is not easy to do. But I have put things that I’ve learned to practice and I believe I have become a 10x man.
“10x” man draws inspiration from the concept of a 10x engineer. A 10x engineer is a software engineer that does the work comparable to a single engineer. And I believe when you read this book you can become a 10x man, a cyborg in this new age of AI.
Have you seen the movie The Terminator? In The Terminator, it is a war of bots and humans. If you continue watching the series, you find that this war continues, evolves and speaks to us about the age that we live in.
Take a pause and reflect. And imagine a world where we are in a battle of bots and humans. The Bots are winning and the human race is about to be annihilated, but then out of nowhere, cyborg technology appears and you are asked to fight in it for the sake of humanity. Can you envision this scenario? Although the movie is just metaphorical, the consequences of this new age of AI are just as true. Where are you going to stand? Are you going to have your life beaten away by Bots until we are a decrepit form of humankind? I hope not because this is the Advent of the new age of AI.
1b. Chicago
Yung Park didn’t have a big extended family, but the family they had in Chicago, was a tight-knit one unlike how families are today. This book is about an immigrant family, maybe the last distinctly immigrant family in Chicago.
Chicago, itself, was built by immigrants. It was the Italians, the Jews and the Irish a century back. But nowadays, there are Hispanics and Koreans. America was started by immigrants. Specifically, English immigrants and European settlers who were unafraid to settle the West.
What has emerged was an European culture, that also brought in African slaves. But when people say, “We are a country of immigrants, are they not forgetting Native Americans.”
What do you think?
I am but a give me, commie?
But I do say, give me, and please hear this.
Give me liberty or give me death.
And in the Sorrows of my old age.
Two years after my birth,
I was but a baby in Taiwan.
And two scores later watching Sunday Night in America.
I was lost faith in the Bears,
But, here in Chicago,
We Bear Down.
I know not, what course OTHERS may take.
But as for us,
we the people,
Give us Liberty or Give us Death!“
CATCHER IN THE RYE
(DEDICATED TO JD SALINGER)
Catcher in the Rye
I try to catch a bird.
almost died
I met her, and I tried.
Now, I’m in Arizona, when this happened
My wife had died
And I mourned in a sombrero
A lover of music, she and I.
I got on a horse to nowhere
Only my book, Don Quixote and I.
The passage of time was quick, and there was no wet on my lip.
Then, I saw a mirage!
Slowly, I remembered all the journeys that I’ve taken.
With my memories in the background, I saw was an oasis.
I bucked to my senses and slap my horse, Rocinante.
My trusted Workhorse.
I’m now a lawyer again like I was before.
I should be dead, a skeleton in the desert;
If it were not for Don Quixote, my Mexican brother,
and the bird which brought me to the Rye.
The life of fly, dim lights for tonight.
It was at the end of her life,
endurING the fruits of HER labor;
and a new generation to come.
Dodging Charlotte’s cobwebs
of bad memories soon forgotten.
Find a resting place for the brood,
What a life to die
Yung was a Korean Presbyterian. Not withholding anything, he was a Korean presbyter in a Korean Presbyterian Church.
His faith was a resolute one. He thought, as he questioned everything. Yung was a real thinker. He sat in his Suburban home outdoors and pondered a lot like David did. He was in that pose a lot. So you can guess, he didn’t really think about fame or other people a lot. What he was interested in can be found in another world.
His mind was a lot in modern philosophy; in the clouds, looking up, and asking questions. Being famous was the last thing on his mind. He had too much respect for his dad, David, a generalist dry cleaners owner. To cool off, he played in the Chicago summer heat and forgot the world, and sweated it like a maniac.
This sets the basis of our story. It is the background that we are entering.
Yung Park didn’t have a big extended family but the family they had in Chicago, was a tight-knit one, not like how families are now. This book is about an immigrant family maybe the last distinctly immigrant family in Chicago. Chicago, itself, was built by immigrants. There was the Italians, Jews and the Irish a century back. And nowadays, there’s are Hispanics and Koreans. Of course, America was started by immigrants, by English immigrants and by the European settlers who were unafraid to settle the West. What emerged was an European culture that also brought in African slaves, who are a substantial part of what makes America, America today. But when people say, we are a country of immigrants, are they not forgetting the native people.
Yung Park entered Central High with his big Korean head held high, and was late, which would set a bad precedent. Most people when they enter High School will be hyped, Yung, however, carried no such excitement. His father drove him to school and dropped him off. Slowly but surely, he went into school. Being late that first day, with all the commotion, went on unnoticed.
Yung knew me in junior high school, but I didn’t know him until the end of it. I guess I was sort of famous in junior high. I did a lot of sports back then, and every year, I would do all three sports and I would get the one award that would recognize the best athlete in the school.
Before we would all graduate from Junior High, Yung invited me to a Korean Church summer camp which I attended. When I saw Yung in the first few weeks of high school, I was excited and greeted him.
This book is about Yung alone, and here I step back into the background.
Yung Park is a bomb name. But Yung didn’t think so. It was just his name. There are now rappers like Yung Gravy and Yung Lean. But for Yung, it was just his name.
Yung’s passion is basketball. He loved NBA Hall of Famer, Steve Nash. He’s of small stature like Yung, so he’s a player Yung looked up to. When Nash got selected by the Phoenix Suns, Yung became intrigued. As his playing time increased, Nash continued to display brilliance in the game; it was a must follow for Yung.
Yung was born to Immigrant parents; he was a second generation Korean. His parents worked very hard to raise him and his brothers. I had one younger brother but there was some distance that separated them by age. They were a rowdy boys who respected their parents a lot.
Yung’s dad, Mr. Park, owned a dry cleaners. He was very resourceful and hired Mexicans to do work, both at the dry cleaners and fixing the dry cleaner whenever it broke down and other stuff like that around the house and out.
Mrs. Park was an excellent cook so she knew how to ferment kimchi and cook bibimbap. Yung’s favorite meal was Korean barbecue where they would cook marinated short ribs on the grill.
Real Meeeeeeeeeeew 