Day 667

Wednesday | December 25th, 2013

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You’d think honey makgeolli would tie me nicely through the night and into Christmas Day, but it didn’t. I was sort of hangoverish much of the day (nothing new there) which is sad because I didn’t really drink that much (okay that’s new).

Meow drug me up much earlier that I would have liked to go eat lunch in the countryside with MS & J. Poor Meow the Meat Devourer, taken willingly to a vegan restaurant on Jesus’s birthday. I quickly saw and ordered cream squash pasta with cream base made from soy rather than cow (and my innards rejoiced!). Meow was polite and ordered the mushroom sweet & sour plate, but I could see the Devourer inside howling and clawing at the walls for the pork that wasn’t going to come with that.

At the restaurant, I pulled the seat with the sun directly in my face. When we sat down (in the windowless back!) of a coffee shop later, the same thing happened. Somehow a door decided to crack itself and light poured into my hangover. It was the opposite of awesome. I got up to close it, cause like, it is winter and shit and no one needs to be opening a door into my face, after all, it’s Christmas.

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In classic Gyeongju style the spanky new one-room building where Team Coffee is was built a close as possible to the old hanoks that still sit behind it. The back door opened into someone’s cabbage garden. Probably the owner of the garden lives in the hanok with the cabbage hanging on the back of the house from string (above), but maybe not. The dichotomy of this transition was really something to soak up. Gyeongju property politics and class structures are more fucked up here than anywhere else that I’ve lived in Korea.

The Daily Bullet

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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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