A hiking weekend in Gwangju with ten strangers who became ten friends. Five people dashing through an extremely crowded terminal with 5 minutes to make the train. Breathing deeply, I found a convenient seat beside a window and wrote what what I saw outside. Continue reading
Author: william
The Best Reason to Learn to Read Korean
Fighting through a hangover early Monday morning, heading home to change and shower, I raced toward the subway restroom to heed the extremely urgent call of nature. Continue reading
Going to the Korean Spa
On Saturday, I woke up watching Rocky Balboa, which I love, and love even more when it’s presented in English among all the Korean infomercials of fish, heated mats, and belly-controlling spandex tights. Rocky is so philosophical in this one: “The older I get, the more things I have to leave behind.” I watched and enjoyed, and around noon, Skyped with my family and caught up with the events of Pennsylvania. I worked out for a few hours and then headed to the famous Dragon Hill Spa at Yongsan Station around 5. Continue reading
Seoul is Not Vienna
“Seoul is not Vienna.” They were some of the first words my American friend and I exchanged on our new Korean cell phones. Continue reading
Losing
Losing is the hardest part of playing. Some take solace in the “it was a great season” or “we tried our hardest” or “they were the better team today,” but it hurts nonetheless. The winning is why we play; the winning is what makes playing anything possible. Continue reading
New in Korea
The plane takes off, and I realize, it actually happened. I am on a plane for the far east. Continue reading
Leaving America: 2011 version
It’s never easy escaping the shores of the land of the free; it’s never easy flying over the home of the brave away to a strange land. My belief that I find myself through being alone, out of my comfort zone, with strangers, forced to figure things out, speaking new languages and eating weird food is what propels me to travel. Continue reading
Bumpers Baby
I saw a crooked bumper sticker today that said some nonsense about “anyone caught tailgating will receive a beating.” It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t informative, it wasn’t descriptive, it was lame. The car was a giant, old American beater, with a goofy young guy driving too fast in it, (and tailgating the person in front of him). But I thought, you buy a bumper sticker and just slap that thing on, thinking, yeah that’s funny! It’s crooked though, it’s distracting and offers nothing to other drivers. These are goofballs that bother me with their poor sense of humor, poor work ethic and poor planning. They pick a stupid sticker and slap it on without thoughts of horizontality. If you’re going to advertise on your ride, put some thought into it, and decide who you are and what you want people to know about you in the brief instant they are located behind your bumper. Usually, the worst culprits of the slanty sticker are the soccer moms advertising their middle school honor student. Lady, I’m proud of your kid, but not you.
“Oh honey, great job, all A’s, I’m putting this sticker right in the middle of the van’s bumper.”
“Uh, mom, it’s kinda crooked, maybe I should put that on, you’ve had a hard day and after all, I’m the honor student.”
Maybe no one else is bothered by this, or even notices it, but I do. So, next time you have a clever or even mind-numbing quote that fits your rear end; think about the people that will have to stare at your stupid stickers and grab a ruler.
I H8 TMZ
While on the elliptical machine, I watched TMZ on mute and found it hard to swallow the inanity of the images flashing by using scratchy, splotchy edits of the pop-culture trash smorgasbord. Without words, the ideas area actually easier to follow. Continue reading
Do You Have Mail?
There are only a few things more heartbreaking to me than seeing a person of elderly status in their robe and house shoes shuffling out their driveway to look in the mailbox. In no order: abused animals or children; animals covered in oil; young children with terminal illnesses; and finally, severe addicts. All but the latter are innocent and helpless to control the problem, but it also hurts to watch an alcoholic order another drink when he doesn’t need one, or a gambler stumbling to the ATM again. Continue reading