Day 348

Saturday | February 9th, 2013


As if yesterday meant something because I did something, by the same methods of calculating today would mean nothing because that’s what I did. I went outside briefly, but it was cold and dreary and not at all fun. So I went back inside and stayed there where the horror of my situation became known. Would all my winters be like this one?

I hate work, but I hate boredom more. I hate poor boredom more than run-of-the-mill boredom. I also hate disarray, which is the condition of my home, but this rut, this space, they make me feel powerless to reshape it in a way that I would like.


The Daily Bullet



Daily Report


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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