Day 347

Friday | February 8th, 2013

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Inching now. Inching toward oblivion. This staycation started out by trucking fast, and it’s stalled in the grayness like Milo before Tock comes along to save him through the compelling act of thought.

I made French Toast for breakfast (top and thumbnail)—the end result of many days of wishing for the right ingredients to be available, for myself to have either stayed up too late past the sun’s break or to have been so fuddled by timelessness that I would rise at that very break, and for Meow to need a breakfast. The last ingredient being the most important of them all.

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Back in my room, belly quenched, mind at ease with Western living, the dormant white box on the lower shelf was opened and the real thinking began. It’s probably been fifteen years since I used Legos. It wasn’t ever meant to be that long, but then again, I wasn’t ever meant to see life crash, burn, and explode or run away to Korea for more than a year.

Being separated from one’s childhood possessions is a curse. Less so if those things are lost, but infinitely more pangs are felt if those objects lay untouched in a dark storage closet in a town you’ve not one reason to visit since your whole family has moved away from it.

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These things are secreted frustrations though. They are easily washed away when looking at Cat (all around).

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Unless that cat is frisky for food, plays fast with your love, then quickly becomes bittered when you don’t like its claws …

The Daily Bullet

After a hard day inside struggling with spaceship design and the backstory to support its oddities, I went to feed cat with a lot of ice cream in hand (and why not?).

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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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Gyeongju

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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