Day 552

Sunday | September 1st, 2013


August is finally in the coffin and the heat has come down to tolerable then slightly chilly levels. The days of 38.5° (102 F) are done with and everybody talks about them now like they’ve lived through a tsunami.

It didn’t affect Gyeongju folk much beyond paying out their summer camp cash for excessive AC usage. We suffered through it with three fans and dog-powered air circulators (occasional drool included). For us it meant sitting Meow in front of one fan for most of the month and me in front of another. It turns out we have wildly different fan operation ideologies. I like mine turning and on medium or high; Meow likes hers stationary with ice sitting behind it.


This drove me first to my room where the temperatures quickly exceeded 45° when any computer or piece of equipment was running. The laptop was another nightmare, an 82° CPU on my balls. I plugged in posts for most of July, but August … August was a wash for the first three weeks and by then I’d accepted that this journal was on a forced hiatus and let it ride out for the rest of the month.

I went and did some things and took some really great pictures. Mostly though, after being forced out of my room by the heat, I sat on the bed in front of another fan, drinking water and looking at stuff on my iPad which didn’t heat up at all. On the weekends, I went to work in room so chilly and shady that on my hour lunch I fled outside to sweat a little like a real person.

This last week was a lot of me back in my room, getting files and shit ready for the new semester (which starts tomorrow). I enjoyed my computerless time, and probably wouldn’t have survived without the iPad to tie me in. Being back in front of the main system though, with its three external drives cranking away on stuff and being able to listen to music again (the library is on an external drive that didn’t cope well with the heat) … I can’t beat that.

The Daily Bullet

Meow made me an experimental late lunch. Then we had a talk about crepes and tortillas.


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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