June 2009
16 posts
Midday Nothing
Came home from my private lesson early this afternoon to find my strongest, most reliable internet signal is now locked.  I whimpered like a hungry puppy at this realization, knowing my main source of entertainment and communication has just been depleted quite a bit.  There are other signals to leech from, but none so good as that one.  If the already infrequent Skype calls diminish, along with...
Jun 29th
All Wet, All The Time
This humidity is going to kill me.  Hot I can tolerate.  Hot I am used to.  But the level of moisture in the air here is out of hand.  I’ve only experienced something like this on a couple of occasions.  Touring through the south and into New Orleans in August for example.  I remember feeling like the air was so thick I could almost take a bite out of it.  But I was also in the throws of...
Jun 27th
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Jun 26th
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ListenAlways In Threes Farah.  Jacko.  If the axiom...
Jun 25th
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Hold The Phone. And The MP3 Player. And The...
I came here thinking Americans were obsessed with their cell phones, I-pods and other assorted gadgetry.  Talk about naive.  In comparison to what I see here, we are a nation of complete and total Luddites.  Technophobic Amish people, cowering beneath straw hats and behind horse drawn carriages.  Koreans cannot get enough in the way of hand held electronics.  Cell phones, MP3 players, hand held...
Jun 22nd
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Jun 20th
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Rain. Lots of it.
It’s been raining balls all day.  I was gonna go to a huge fish market today but the bad weather changed my plans.  One of my students pointed out that fish smells funny in the rain a week or so ago.  I thought this was ridiculous until I walked by a fish market in the rain a day later and noticed it did smell particularly bad.  Something about the combination of wet asphalt and fish is most...
Jun 19th
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ListenFor almost 10 months now, the only coffee...
Jun 16th
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What Up, Dog?
Let me preface all this by saying that I LOVE my dog.  When people ask me what I miss most about home, after the obvious answer of friends and family, my dog is the first thing I say.  I love my stinking, lazy, floppy eared hound dog Scarlette more than most anything in the world.  I came to Korea ready to take every opportunity presented to me and to eat anything offered, regardless of how...
Jun 14th
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On The Road
Traffic in Seoul is a nightmare.  In Dante’s nine circles of hell, driving in Seoul are rings number two and seven.  There are simply too many people driving in too little space.  The level of congestion on the roads here makes Southern California traffic seem like driving west on the 10 freeway between New Mexico and Texas where it’s just you, the occasional trucker or other motorist...
Jun 13th
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Jun 9th
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you...”
– Mark Twain (via jesuisperdu) (via yooniverse)
Jun 8th
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Howdy Neighbor!
On two occasions now I have run into an older lady at the bottom of the stairs leaving my apartment.  And on both occasions she ha stopped dead in her tracks and stared at me.  Not in the normal “look a foreigner!” kinf of way I’ve grown used to, but something else.  It’s more a look of fear and disgust, of trepidation, panic and utter bewilderment.  As though I’d...
Jun 4th
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Seoul Sucking Photo Dump 4.0
Folded eggs and fish roe.  This was sitting in front of me for a few minutes befoe I realized I was eating eggs with eggs.  Not sure of the fish babies are supposed to complement the chicken babies or if the chef was just being cheeky.   Some cherry blossoms on my walk home from work.  A couple months ago there were a couple cherry blossom festivals, where people go to places with said trees...
Jun 3rd
Jun 2nd
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May 2009
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Tattoo
I finally found a tattoo shop that didn’t look like it was being run by geriatric, homosexual mobsters.  There has to be a certain amount of secrecy involved in running a tattoo shop since giving a tattoo is illegal unless you are a doctor.  Like a no-shit MD.  And that makes prefect sense, right?  Eight years of medical school and most people’s ambition goes no further than writing...
May 31st