January 30, 2011 10:15 PM
|An ad on the subway for Korea's answer to the iPhone.|
|Whereas I still carry a phone, an iPod, and a camera all separate like.|
Later that very same day, our buddy Kara flew up from Jeju en route to China! (It was an exciting day.) While Salvador vanished into the wilds of downtown Seoul to meet some folks and run some errands, Kara and I hit Jongno for some quality cafe tiemz. Can you spot our destination?
January 27, 2011 4:19 AM
♡ Finding meaning in the wrong? places. I love graffiti, whether it's a massive, full-color piece splashed onto a wall or just a short, compassionate message scrawled in a bathroom stall in what is most likely not the writer's native tongue. Sometimes it's just a gang tag or thoughtless vandalism by a bored NED, but sometimes it reads a little like a love letter to the world.
♡ Banana milk. Delicious, nutritious, and available EVERYWHERE. There are many different brands of this stuff in Korea, but I like Binggure's because it comes in a hanggari-shaped carton, and sometimes you can get a wee straw from the convenience store to stab through the foil cap for easy sipping.
And now, for your viewing/listening entertainment, a banana milk commercial featuring the popular K-pop group, Girls' Generation! My co-teacher on Jeju told me that, because Girls' Generation includes a gyopo named Jessica, my elementary school students were half convinced that they'd be learning English from a pop star. Alas.
♡ Leuchtturm 1917 pocket notebooks. I found mine (in lime green, with dotted squares instead of lines) in a Kyobo Bookstore when I was looking for a more colorful alternative to the more popular Moleskine. These are essentially identical to the Moleskine pocket: hardcover, held shut with an elastic band, adorned with a matching ribbon bookmark, with a few perforated pages and a pocket in the back. The Leuchtturm differs in that its pages are numbered, it comes with a customizable table of contents page at the front, and is a few millimeters wider in each direction. It also cost about ₩1000 less than the Moleskine and came with a set of labeling stickers for the cover and spine.
I never go anywhere without a notebook, and it's nice to have one that can slip easily into a pocket or a small purse. The past few years I've used, in succession: a black Moleskine lined pocket notebook, a red Moleskine weekly pocket planner, and a sky blue no-name lined pocket notebook. The color of this one alone is enough to put me in a good mood.
♡ Fun socks! There's just something about slipping on a pair of cute, colorful socks before you're about to roll out the door that makes an early morning a slightly less terrible thing to inhabit.
|That's right. Me wearing a takoyaki HAT,|
cuddling a baby octopus PLUSHIE in Osaka,
CITY OF TAKOYAKI PARAPHERNALIA.
|My faithful travel companion, Bristol the |
Wondermoose, enjoying takoyaki on Jeju Island.
January 26, 2011 1:43 AM
Every Wednesday I'll be posting links to stories that I enjoy and have been made available, for free for ye, on the Wired.
And so, behold! Here for your reading and/or listening pleasure (oh yes, there will be
blood podcasts) are some of my favorite stories written by humanoids I have hugged, punched, gnawed on, and/or drunk with:
"Smokestacks like the Arms of Gods" by Ben Burgis (audio version available here)
First things first. My name is Richard Talbert, and I am Employee #1871-R of the Consolidated Imperial Iron Mining and Manufacturing Corporation, Western Division. Says so right on my birth certificate, above the names of the doctor who pulled me out of my mother’s snatch and the priest who dunked my screaming infant ass in frigid water, chanting prayers to pledge me to serve the Gods, walk in the path of righteousness and resist the wickedness of the Green Devil."The Blue Wonder" by Chris Kammerud
The Earth is one big electromagnet. A giant blue ball of energy spinning in the dark. This is how Henry flew. Charge yourself up with enough energy and you can ride the invisible currents turning the earth the same way a hawk rides the wind, which if you think about it, is also invisible. Most of the important stuff is."Small Monuments" by An Owomoyela
He was born to the old world. He stood in the desert when the Los Alamos siren screamed, far too far for him to hear. He heard the falling whistles, though, and felt the whole Earth shudder, and when he fell to the ground and cowered with his head caught up in arms like a cage he still saw the blasts—six or seven far-off bangs, snare staccato, flashed like fireworks and were over. Birds flapped up from places he didn’t know birds stayed and careened south. Some fell to the ground like hail."The Bodhisattvas" by Gord Sellar
One palm pressed against the other, the lotus of her hands bidding him good journey and peace, she bowed. Smiling, the ancient monk returned the ancient gesture, and then returned his gaze to the viewport for a moment longer, to the way station looming above them in Martian orbit, and the stars glittering beyond it."Lily Can't See Men" by Nick Stenner
Lily has always wanted to see a man. She lives next door to an old man she isn’t sure exists. His newspaper disappears inside every morning; his lawn gets cut every Monday afternoon; his Oldsmobile goes for long drives on weekends, but Lily has never seen anyone go in or out of his front gate. She spends hours brooding, wondering if she’d be able to see men if she were doing something differently."Eros, Philia, Agape" by Rachel Swirsky (audio version available here)
She’d stared at Rose while she slept, ate, and cried, striving to memorize her nascent, changing face. Sometime between then and now, Rose had become this round-cheeked creature who took rules very seriously and often tried to conceal her emotions beneath a calm exterior, as if being raised by a robot had replaced her blood with circuits.