Day 554

Tuesday | September 3rd, 2013


Tuesday and like Monday, another early riser, showerer, and another strong cup of Joe. My tummy faired better this morning and afternoon. I could actually eat the almonds and prunes I brought for lunch yesterday.

In the evening I was a little less blown out, having gone to be around 11.30 on Monday night an logging an rather unusual (for me) seven hours of sleep. It was a bit long. Long enough to get into epic dream territory. One lasting feature … I was served up a cocktail called a Monster’s Kiss (googled it, no such thing). The base was bourbon and it was semi-sweetsweet and looked like a Negroni. If I’d gone to bar tending school I could probably work out the rest of the drink. I’ll ask an expert when I see one. Someone, or maybe two people used to be bartenders at the PDF. Someone will know, someone will want to partake in this quest, for a Monster’s Kiss.


This (above). This is the most beautiful and perplexing shades of rust and dilapidation. And my camera fails to capture it. It’s censor is too overly engaged in the nonsense of green off in the distance. The flash helped, but not really. This is one I may need to bring out the s70 for and try some RAW macro shots. I can see it properly, but I can’t capture it.

The Daily Bullet

A panorama shot from atop Meow’s garden. From right to left: the neighbors (yes, they can’t see into our courtyard); Meow’s garden; more neighbors; the two-story building kitty-corner (no, they can’t see into our courtyard); the dog hater’s roof; our roof; the neighbors behind us who smoke all the time and flick their butts onto our roof; and the sunset; a tad blown out by subpar light metering.


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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