PC is Dead...

... or is dying anyway.

Introducing the new Mac Mini!

http://www.apple.com/macmini/

You guys have to check this out. Not only is it comprable to PCs in speed, storage, and processing capability, it's a desktop computer that weighs less than 3 lbs and is approximately 6"x6"x2". Impossible, you say? Well Mac did it.

The reason why Macintosh will slowly, but surely, overturn the Microsoft/PC world is because they have the best designers/marketers in the world working for them. While PC has been the leader when it comes to available software, custom variability, and low prices, Mac has still been pulling ahead? Why? Because they know that we are quickly approaching an age where the computer will not only be commonplace in the households of Americans, but it will be necessary. Ask Grandma and Grandpa if they have any idea what that little plug does in the back of their mostrous computer device thing. They won't know. All they know is that it lets them check movie times and their stocks. Say goodbye world of paper news and mail; computers are taking over.

Mac knew this. They recognized the need for computers by the common American. And let's be honest now, the common American isn't too bright. I read a statistic that said that 45% of Americans do not know that the sun is a star... frightening, truly. I won't argue the validity or truthfullness of this claim, because irrespective of this I'm sure that we've all met our share of people that make us question our evolutionary place as higher cognitive beings. So in order to sell to these people, do we make computers complicated with countless functions and just as many things that could break or go wrong? No, Microsoft, this is not the way to go. Mac made it simple. One button on the mouse. A Unix core that makes it difficult and not worthwhile to create viruses for their system. No real option to mix and swap parts once it's out of the factory. Everything with an apple on it is co-compatible. And to top it all off, they made their computers pretty. PCs for the longest time held on to their blacks and their greys, but Macintosh sold in hot pinks and lime greens... colors that men have no comprehension of, but woman seem to register; how could America say no?

The longest standing complaint of Macs has been that they're too expensive. However, with this new portable, cost effective Mac mini, my die-hard PC support is waning. It's only $500, why not? I built my computer by hand and it still cost me roughly $800 originally. Throw in all the upgrades and part replacements and we're looking at a good $1200. And have you ever tried carrying a case on a bus in Berkeley? I have. It's not fun.

So goodbye to PC. The funeral march is playing, and the hearse is ready to take you. With the greater demand for Macs, the software industry will follow, and Windows will collect dust and time as the apple of the new computer age will shine in fruition.





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Another Year...

... another broken resolution.

Another year has passed. As dusk set upon 2004, the dawn of hopes, dreams, and aspirations embodied in Holiday Sales and annual New Year's resolutions heralded a new turn in this world's relentless path around the sun. In years past I have written thoughts and ideologies of friendship, cherishing my experiences with the people I held so dear with pleasantries and euphemisms, trying to capture the meaning of our relationships. However, due to my altogether horrific track record this year in maintaining ties with my friends, I've decided that to write such a memoir would be an empty mockery of my writings past. So instead I shall comment on New Year's resolutions.

New Year's resolutions: America's excuse to take the time and reflect to better themselves only once every 365 days. The path of man throughout his existence is one of mistakes, shortcomings, and faults. It is the imperfect beings that we are that seemingly allow us to strive to become better ones. Perfection in a world of perfection is not perfection, but rather a matter of commonplace uniformity. But this is hardly a matter to consider in our lives, for we all have our unique chinks and scrapes that characterize us as the imperfect personages that we are. Yet we still hold our ideals. Some scratches are seen as more desirable than others; some etchings more pure; some shapes more ideal. These are the molds that we aspire to in our lives, and yet as a nation we have decided to allow this pursuit to surface in the forefront of our minds once at the beginning of every year. At the "beginning," though our calendar and markings on the endless string of time is arbitrary in and of itself. Why not mark February 1st or March 2nd? Is the cold of winter a symbol of rebirth when it may be spring or fall that allows life to grow once more? A moot argument.

Should not man challenge his life every day, as his mistakes and follies are ever so present in each one? Are not these New Year's resolutions but a self serving form of hopes and prayers, thoughts of those that mean well but are slow to act believing this will serve their purpose in bringing to pass change? The devil is a friend of idleness, yet it would not surprise me if the bedfellow of idleness were inconsistency. Life is about change. If we allow ourselves the pleasure of breathing, feeling, laughing, and in short living each day, should we not make time for improving ourselves in stride? A New Year's resolution is a symbol of all that is meant to be broken in the year to come. A New Day's resolution a symbol of all that we intend to change today. That is not to say that these assertions should be demoted to fickle fancies of the mind that enter into our passive thoughts, but rather they should be more rooted essences of our consciousness than what the capitalistic enterprise of the holidays would allow us to believe they are.

It is not perfection that makes a man a god, but rather the pursuit for perfection that makes him truly divine.

Rash Rumors Refuted!

Although I've made it my point to stay away from the dramatics of the college world by essentially having no personal life to harrass, it seems that the seeds of gossip are inescapable, even for me, an impoverished hermit of the premedical world, married to his books with a second home in cubicle D-67 of the Moffit Main Stacks (D is for "dungeon" level, mind you). However, now that finals are done, I feel the need to take the time to refute such amassing rumors. If I've missed anything you're curious about knowing, please feel free to IM me or post your questions of contention.

1. I DID apply to more than 5 medical schools (15 in fact). No I'm not confident that I'll get in. In fact I'm scared crapless that I'll take yet another year of my life to revamp my resume and application, making me 38 when I finally complete my medical training.

2. No Zohair, I am NOT 28 years old. I'm in fact 22. Born in 1982. I am not old enough to be your father, and no I do not have any children (in or out of wedlock) that I can say are mine.

3. I DO in fact have a girlfriend. Yes she is human and alive. Blowup doll? No you sickos, get your minds outta the gutter.

4. I AM a ninja. If you don't believe me ask Helen.

5. I was never convicted of murder. The fact that Hyun (my twin brother) came out dead could not be placed on me as I was not technically alive at the time the "incident" occured.

6. I only spent ONE Christmas at Berkeley. And I'm at home (Sacramento) right now thank you very much.

I think that's about it for now...

US Makes Full Attack on Falluja...

This is a political commentary, so for those of you who are enamored by Bush and his stuttering, please do not continue.


As many of you have noticed, the conflict in the Middle East was at a stand-still during the weeks prior to the 2004 elections. "Why?" you may ask. Well, although I am no political expert, the reasons only seem simple enough. The situation in Iraq has always been controversial, and while running for office again, Bush couldn't continue doing what he's been doing for the past four years - the wrong thing. However, soon after winning the elections, I found it rather coincidental - and although very precedented, still disturbing - that we were in position to continue our selective genocide of the Iraqi people. The New York Times reported on November 4th that our troops were in position all around Falluja, ready to go in and kill everyone who resisted the great unpartisan policeman of the world - the United States. This is our way of assisting the Iraqi people, by killing all those opposed to the American opinion of "freedom," "liberty," "democracy," and oil for the US. One of the generals on site was quoted saying that they would kill anyone who did not surrender. In short, this was not a mission of mercy or rescue. It was a mission of Bush telling the world that you're either with us, or on the list to be "no longer with us" - in other words "dead." When did we revert back to the Middle Ages where might was right? When, in the age of information and technology, littered with scientific discovery, life changing ideas, and never before seen wealth and luxury, did we agree to let the ignorant, stubborn, and inarticulate lead the most powerful nation in the world? The world is an elementary school playground, and the US is the bully with a thyroid problem and premature growth hormone release. The rest of the world will sit idly by, murmering in secret that our actions are unjust, but afraid to stand up should they be the next to have their lunch money taken. We are in an age of cowardice, where economic trade agreements and self preservation are more important than the lives of others and democracy in its true form. We are in an age of hypocracy, where only the strong should have weapons, food, and a choice in how they live. We are in an age of ignorance, an age of human baseness... we are in an age, of Bush.

Personality tests...

While perusing around the xanga world - something I haven't done in a long while, mind you - I stumbled upon a personality test. Personality tests have always fascinated me. They're perfectly ambiguous enough to fit most human characteristics of pettiness, power, insecurity, and self assurance. I thought this one was particularly amusing, as it labled me as "a Player". However, having recently been called a womanizer by one of my friends in MCB section, and her roommate who said I was such within 30 seconds (literally) of meeting me, I've decided perhaps maybe I am. I mean my long history of girlfriends (none) and one night stands (none) all point to that conclusion, don't you think? In any case, here's the diagnosis that was given:

eXpressive: 6/10 Practical: 5/10 Physical: 6/10 Giver: 4/10

You are a XPYT--Expressive Practical Physical Taker. This makes you a Player.You are clever, sexy and sexually oriented. You know what you want and how to get it. You command attention in a room of strangers, as your charisma, your personality and your spending habits are all oriented toward making an impression on your target sex. You pay attention to details. You reel people in easily, but have a harder time keeping them around since you are just as demanding in a long term relationship as you are on a night out. Combine your demanding nature with the fact that you're hard to keep up with and easily bored, and you get a recipe for problems with fidelity. In a conflict, you're brutal -- you know how to unleash one cutting remark that turns a normal fight into a brawl or a breakup. Your general attitude is you just don't have time for fighting -- if you feel like your current partner doesn't understand you, you know you can find another one. You may see yourself in a parent and dislike his/her choices, so you want to avoid them for yourself. You feel confined by social pressures, both to pair up and stay paired. It will (and should) take you years to settle (and for you, it may really feel like you're settling).

Please use a condom. [HAHAHAHA. Funny.]

Of the 149574 people who have taken this quiz, 7.9 % are this type.

To take this quiz and unearth your deepest darkest secrets:

http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp?quiz=Better+Relationship&page=1

My first white hair...

My housemate so kindly pointed out a white hair yesterday. She then, without hesitation, decided to pluck it from my scalp so I could see the glaringly obvious signs of my old age. Quite frankly I read it as an act of outrageous envy, as this was my first one (I don't count the random one I thought I found in first grade) while she has enough on her head to weave a small basket. Suffice it to say, to stare my old age so keenly in the eye was depressing.

My name is Won Kim. I am 22 years old. And I am dying.

I have returned...

With most of the industrialized world laughing at the United States after another embarrassment of politics, which took place November 2nd 2004, I have decided that I will be silenced by the obscure and infinitely consuming depths of premed life no more - I shall be heard.