Day 495

Saturday | July 6th, 2013


Meow is in Seoul. The dogs are out of joint. They get like this whenever she goes for longer than a day. They bark at everything because they’re on edge. They bark at every girl who walks by because her voice might, might, just might be hers. A few hours of this and they are both depressed and withdrawn. They are like me with a hangover, in mental agony and trying to sleep through it, hoping to wake up and find it over with.

In times like this, I play with them and try not to ignore them like I do sometimes when Meow is around. I love them; they love me, but I’m no Meow. I don’t sit for hours in the slightly cooler living room petting them, give them lots of treats, talk to them in Korean, or yell at them in a cute Korean chastising tone. I kick them out when they do bad things. I don’t even look at them when I’m angry.

They don’t really even eat when Meow isn’t home. I don’t know why. It might be because of February. In February, Meow was gone for two weeks (this journal was off then, from Day 351 to Day 367). It was cold and I let their nasty poo harden in the weather before scooping it up. That might’ve fucked them up a little. They know me. They know poo isn’t my thing. They know I have a line between what I willingly clean up and what I’d rather ignore. But then I think there’s no way that dogs could be that perceptive, yet here they are (hero image, top; below), despondent, hungry, and waiting.


I had a ton of work to do today, but I didn’t do any of it. I took a long break and did nothing once I had pants on. I sat and looked out the window of my room, feet up, soaking up other people’s art and writing on the internet (thumbnail). I should have been trying to figure out how to massively batch process 80 audio files in a day with an amazing single script or series of scripts that would take each .mp3 file generated in the lab and correctly hack it into the 11 answers of a fake TOEIC Speaking test. The day was too nice, too quiet, too without Meow, and I was just too damn lazy and nothing remotely like that got done.

The Daily Bullet

This is me, in the outside bathroom, watching a dog that won’t stop waiting for Meow and guarding our house until she returns to her angels.


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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