Day 260

Tuesday | November 13th, 2012


Up there (top) is what the middle of the end looks like. Somewhere on this table is the water I shoulda been drinking. I hadn’t seen CH in a while and we hadn’t had a drink together since, I dunno, this summer, so our plan to eat and drink was not only much needed (nobody to drink with these days) but also a chance to touch base with a good friend again.

I rolled into the PDF earlier than usual today for a meeting about the future of banana peeling, what banana peeling methods we were going to employ and in what order should our banana peeling methodology go. For the most part, SJ and I agree, but then there’s that little something in there. A sort of undercurrent as I don’t know what else to call it. I’m not even sure I can put that undercurrent to words because even as an impression, it’s just barely there. If I hadn’t felt it so many times, in so many different circumstances, I might not have noticed (or felt compelled to write about it).

It goes like this: at some point in some banana peeling discussion, someone (always a vet) will make a dig about how another person did something on their own. In the case of today, I was asked if I’d compiled my banana peeling schedule after talking with anyone else. The innuendo was there, what shape it takes, I’m not certain, but it was definitely there. From a logical perspective, I didn’t need to talk with anyone else because my schedule was a redraft of another schedule and that schedule was made in dialog with several other people. There was also a dig at another captain of banana peeling.

This is all politics and crap. I understand that a department of 45 banana peelers are gonna disagree about banana peeling methodologies but these little shivving events continue to surprise me. The undercurrent crops up when someone goes “off-book” it seems. I guess what I’m saying is the PDF is quite cultish. More so than I originally thought.

See those? (Above) Those are birthday invites. I decided to go small this year, but with poofy invitations sporting the most pompous font MS Word could deliver. I only gave them to people who are With Mitt. Looking back, I also only gave them to people who aren’t drinking from the cult well.

The Daily Bullet

CH is With Mitt.

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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