Day 322

Monday | January 14th, 2013


The blip of warm from yesterday tricked a tree or two into sping-ish behavior and a bird or two of flying back inland. Yesterday was hope that the wind was done, the winter ready to board a boat for Siberia, the camp just an illusion of untime brought into my realm by the arch-wizards of anti-time equationary interludes.


It’s an undeniable conspiracy of global warming scare-tacticians and their lingo is always the same: spring in winter, longer winter than winters before, natural cataclysms wrought by wonky winters, etc., etc. I counter that different things are afoot. The trees, growing increasingly tired of the bipolar behavior of planet Earth, have concluded, at some great tree council, that they will alter their evolutionary characteristics by “testing the weathers”—that is: to bud prematurely in mid-winter’s hesitation (above). It’s a partial plotting of global domination passively referred to as “The Treespiracy”. There’s a YouTube video about it somewhere.


I found the ducks (above, the blots here and there) today when crossing the bridge home. Sunday must’ve broken up enough of a mini-river pond for them to get out and be social. I long for a similar thing to happen in Gyeongju. I may have to create something to fill that need.


The hanok (above), I shot the other night after feeding cat (and posted with it as the hero image). It’s not in as good a condition as ours, but it’s still fascinating to look at. On the street level it’s mostly hidden behind its wall and what looks to be the winter-bare twines of a grape arbor. From across the street, on the third floor though, the old house really comes into imagination. It’s completely out of place and time and surrounded by fugly constructions that once passed for a modern house in Korea (between 1990 and the early 2000s when American style “houses” started cropping up more and more).


Cat and I are getting along. I’m getting closer and cat has started to purr when I bring the food out. “This is what a normal cat does,” I keep saying.

The Daily Bullet

Here be the library. This is the building I sit in day after day. They call it the library because … actually, I’ve no idea why it’s called the library for I’ve yet to see any books in this building. I’ve taken the elevator and the main stairwell from the first floor to the third where the computer lab is, but I’ve not seen a single bookshelf. I have seen a lot of tables, some chairs, and at least four different computer rooms. Perhaps the books are hidden in the basement with the Playboys or on the 4th floor with all the pigeons. Or maybe Samsung’s digital book initiative gained more traction than I thought. Or a previous school president had all those pesky books and their dangerous ideas burned.


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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