Day 153

Sunday | July 29th, 2012


More going through the motions of a days, trying like hell not to talk about Wednesday. Meow wants to talk about it and discuss pictures of bathrooms and sunrooms she’s downloaded. I can’t do it. No pictures. No discussion. We’re so close to the real thing and five years ahead of our timeline (that we laid out two years ago in Seoul), too. Two more days. Why look at a picture of someone else’s house and daydream when the real thing will be in our hands in a matter of days?

We burned serious time today watching the new Batman movie and hunting for Gatsby Ultra Hard Type wax (pictured in thumbnail) at every beauty boutique downtown that had doors. When we eventually found a place that carried my brand, Meow insisted I buy two, so we won’t have this problem again for at least six months. (Wax consumption is dependent on hair length, time between hair cuts, and relative humidity which breaks down wax the fastest.) My wax is no longer cool and it’s getting harder to find each time I run out. I’d swear it’s also made in Japan, but I can never be sure of that. Today’s price and the effort undertaken to procure it makes me think that I will just order online from now on. More than 10,000 won for wax is pushing my pocketbook and my patience as it is. It’s not foundation or some other girl requirement. It’s a man product, for men who like to do unnatural things to their hair like donning a pompadour.

We ate dinner out, then walked home with the heat and wet towel air, but with the sun trapped over grayish clouds. It looks like rain will come, but the liar Yahoo app says the rain and thunder and lightening won’t come until Thursday. I don’t really want to spend vacation in our house with the rain out, I want to explore and measure and photograph and I don’t know if I can get all that done—or all I need to get done on Wednesday alone. Call this a prehouse fret.

At home we napped and then went to our respective corners to do our own things. This heat makes it hard to stay on something for a prolonged amount of time. It also makes sharing a room with another person who is sitting in front of the fan or has different ideas about fan speed less enjoyable. Even the dogs are stagnating. They know they are idling too, but can’t see why. I don’t think that they can differentiate between us waiting for something big to happen and relaxing during a heatwave. To them all events are just strung along together at once, like wormhole aliens who don’t recognize linear and nonlinear thought processes.

The Daily Bullet

I think the little cloud at the top looks like a rabbit and the one below it, a dog sprawled on the floor.

Daily Report

I didn’t sleep last night. I struggled to write or create a script that would grab an .mp3 from a folder, open it, insert markers in pre-determined places, split the audio file into eleven segments based on those

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Out beyond the fake lake (Bomun) for Christmas Day lunch at a place called the Healing Kitchen. It’s all farms and hilltops here. And roads to more farms and hilltops. Except for the noise from the cars, I

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The Fourth Wall

I’m here and alive. Ten days behind the reality of my written life, yet here and alive. TOEIC is the predominant motif of life from the end of the semester until … today. This is the end, after

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This Old Hanok

When we had the bathroom done, we wanted to design our own window for the part of the wall which straddles the storage space along the side of the house. This way we could have clean airflow through

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