Day 426

Sunday | April 28th, 2013

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I didn’t do much today except sleep in and think about yesterday and all the eight years before yesterday of living in Seoul. I thought a lot about how, seemingly, I’ve no friends left there and how, ironically, I felt the same way when moving to Seoul, that there was no one left in Daegu. And then, I remembered that same feeling when first coming to Daegu, how I said to myself, “Why would I ever go back to Portland, I don’t know anybody there.”

This led down a long, a day long path of wondering in general. How much of this life is just here, right now, in this moment? I know other places. I’ve been to other places. I DO know people in Seoul. I DO know someone in Daegu. I PROBABLY still know one or two people in Portland. I have living family members in three different cities on two different continents. But it’s not about what you have—it’s about who you know and how they greet you when you show up at their door for playtime. That is … assuming you know where their door is.

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So this is where the day went. Hitched on silly trains of thought and deep in lesson plan creation. All these pictures are from other days, other adventures, other times that I just enjoyed this thing called life.

(I had a dream last night that I put PP’s laptop together backwards—specifically, one little plug was in backwards. In the dream, I took the laptop apart again, turned the plug around the other way, put everything back together and the laptop powered up again. I texted this to PP; I might take another crack at it …)

The Daily Bullet

Yeongsu in triplicate.

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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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