Day 84

Monday | May 21st, 2012

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Monday was like a recovery from Sunday day. Because there was no language exchange, I didn’t have to sit in my office all day or deal with anyone. I slept in and did most of my prep work at home. I walked to work for a refreshing change.

Work went quickly and smoothly. I may have taken my mood and turned things a little macabre (see the Zombie’s schedule above). I stayed late to grade papers and do a few things I normally would have done during the day. A coworker came by and said something nice which really took the edge off of the bomb I’d become since Sunday evening.

I walked home in the dusk and met a cat who ran away at first until I called him back. He let me pet him and then he followed me for a long time. I really miss cats. They are more in tune with human moods somehow. That experience took me down another notch.

In a playground I often cut through on the way home, another expat said hello. I thought it was someone I work with, but it turned out to be a high school teacher with EPIK (the government program). We had a good chat. I left thinking I’d met a nice bloke. I went down a few more notches after that.

The right things I needed, in the right place, when the need was greatest. It’s been a while since I’ve seen that much synchronicity in a good long while. Perhaps because things were suddenly so off the rails for the first time in a good long while that I could see things lining up like that.

The Daily Bullet

I like pink. There is a dye process for finished prints which turns them pink. It may or may not have a special name, I really can’t remember. I used this process (like more than twenty years ago) on one of my prints. It came out like this. The situation was the same as now: had a crappy photo; made it pink; had a crappy pink photo.

Daily Report

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Gyeongju

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The Fourth Wall

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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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