Day 53

Friday | April 20th, 2012


Midterms are here already. I’ve been cracking away at this gig for two solid months and it feels both like years and seconds. I’m making new friends and probably new enemies as well. I’ve not yet flipped any tables and sent out dastardly awkward emails where I am insulting and spiteful, so in other words: all is well.

But midterms seemed to be a hump of sorts, both for my students muddling their ways through class and me trying to figure out how to put my life back together after setbacks. It could also be said that Midterms are also the last stop on the highway of too much free time. There are now two months left until the semester is out, and the two months of vacation kick in and I am afraid of that. I fear not being busy, not having a plate of responsibilities, not having a set schedule, not … working.

There are reasons for this that aren’t consequential here in this format—mostly it can be said that I’ve grown used to work, like work, and like being otherwise engaged and then appreciating the free time that does come. Having two fat months worth of it leaves me wondering what now? I will get paid, so the saving train will keep on, but the time … so open.

I’m trying to line up work. I would be good to be busy and have some extra coin, but this may not come to pass. I think I can find a way to be in a summer, without work because I know what a winter without work entails and I don’t fancy it at all.

The rain has come again. Creeping in since Thursday and I keep carrying an umbrella with me and all day Friday there was only wind and students with their Midterms. Now it slamming into the windows and making everything dreary and hopeless—this is how I imagine a winter without work, only it’s much colder outside so even when the rain quits, leaving the house is not pleasureful.

On the way home today, armed with my umbrella, I saw things that happen when everyone knows the rain is coming. A puppy slipped under a front gate to eat the food left there for its masters, because it knows the rain will wreck it anyway. The trash put out early, because the person who left it there knows taking it out in the rain sucks.

The Daily Bullet

Played with PicFrame again today. The three on the left were shot when walking the dogs just before the raining; the one on the right is from a couple of weeks ago and it never had a home until today.

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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