Day 301

Monday | December 24th, 2012


All I had to do today was get up at a reasonable time, shower, and get myself to TOEIC level testing on time, but I barely did that. I slept until the last possible second just like high school, then found my way into a hot shower and even to a pompadour, two things I was convinced I would skip when thinking about, but not actually leaving the warmer than warm bed I really wanted to stay in all day.

Skipping the all important Monday shaving step gave me enough time to have a fashion crisis and change my shirt (that no one would see under a sweater) three times. This is why I should sleep late everyday, to avoid fashion dilemmas. At least adopting a suit at the CEC, the only fashion leeway was what tie to wear, but given the lose dress code of the PDF, I am slowly sinking into fashion apocalypse. First it’s shirts, then what pair of pants do I want, then which jacket goes with which color of pants, then it’s hair experimentation (like the disasters of 2003 or 2004 or 2005). There is no end once I have too many free moments to think about what to wear. It all goes fooey. Red pants and green t-shirts become okay again. Flowery gayness abounds and then it’s like Daegu all over again … ‘Hey, you know Caleb?’ … ‘That guy with the crazy shirts?’. Never a name again, just an esoteric fashion footnote. Brand destroyed.


The river/lake/lagoon/Pohang water source is frozen again (above). The ducks are nowhere. I do see a lot of shit has been tossed on top of the ice. It has occurred to me that throwing stuff at the river in Gyeongju is as what cow-tipping in Iowa is or as what an unattended container of kerosine means in Montana. Hijinks. Wall-to-wall hijinks. Eugene had a dilapidated downtown mall with buses, Gyeongjuians have Pohang’s water source. No matter how far you go, most of the customs remain the same.

The Daily Bullet


Daily Report

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The Fourth Wall

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This Old Hanok

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