Day 553

Monday | September 2nd, 2013

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The vacation died was beautiful. The lake on the way to campus was idyllic. The water was so still it was a perfect mirror of our Gyeongju coming back, but the terminator, usually marked by the rippling of water, was seamless. It was as if both worlds were the same. I have no picture of this because I was in a cab, blowing past it.

There is no shame in this. It was enough that I was up, had had a real cup of coffee, extra time to ponder and then refute the idea of breakfast, was bright-eyed, practicing my smile face and the constant rays of happiness in which to drown potential students. All this on less than two hours of sleep. I tried. I really did. I went to bed shortly after writing this journal … but it wasn’t meant to be. I played my game, I read, I looked (iPads are wonderfully versatile devices). I had to give up and force myself to something that I could call ‘sleep’ in front of friends without being a liar. It might have been sixish when I slid away. Wake up time was at seven.

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This is how it is to be all semester. Four days a week, up at seven. A hot cup of Joe. Food if I like the idea more than I did today. Reading, on my iPad, the new newspaper, the killer of the iPhone, which I don’t want anymore sometimes, then I remember that it’s my camera and has a calculator. The iPad has books. Soon it will have a collection of my best photographs on it—everything that I’ve hid and hoarded since Abstracts & Textures. Someone asked to see this in August and their seeing what I could do actually mattered in a larger picture and on that day, I’d nary a few hours prior purchased an iPad Mini …

Mondays and Tuesdays I have the same schedule, in at 09.00 and out at 15.00 with two hours in between. The other days I should be home between 12.00 and 13.00. There’s some kind of agenda here to make me into a Daywalker.

The Daily Bullet

Shot with Camera Noir, filter on Hi. It’s a very nice app. Not always, but when the sun is pushing most light colors to wash out, good things can happen with the right filter.

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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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