Archive for December, 2008


Back from China.

December 30, 2008

Lots to say, but I’ll just let this picture speak for right now:


Also, yesterday was my 6 month anniversary of being in South Korea.

Coming soon: a retrospective on my experience and on 2008 in general.

Miss you (or not). Happy New Year!



December 21, 2008

I am this cold in my apartment:



A Christmas Rebus Poem

December 21, 2008

In three days, 

for      542px-christmas_tree_bear_decoration

going to shanghai2

and seeing tobias_wolff1 

(sans Tobias Wolff and unicorns, unfortunately)

to eat       cantina 

and probably a billion other things. 

Bringing: fat pants.

Not bringing: a belt. 

As per Aaron’s request. 

Merry Christmas, everybody! 


It’s Winter, Officially.

December 11, 2008

Yep. The first snow was in mid-November, but that was pussy snow that melted into rain before it hit the ground snow. Now it’s legit, stays on the ground before turning into grey slush snow, makes you fall down a flight of stairs snow because you were stupid enough to buy the impractical boots instead of boots that more appropriately match your balance snow (this story is, of course, a lie, I only fell because I was daydreaming, or something, but you should see my knees, they’re spotted quite purple. Good thing I wear two pairs of tights at once. Two pairs of tights, or stockings + tights = one pair of pants).


That’s the snow on Hooker Hill in Itaewon, an area I frequent because of an English book store that’s there (p.s. lately I’ve been re-reading stuff I read in college classes, wondering if I still like them as much).

I remember there was this one winter at UCLA where it rained for two months straight, and I got a serious case of seasonal affective disorder (in between mudsliding and playing in the rain like wild children). I think snow is less intrusive than rain. It doesn’t get into your socks as much, and you can shake it off quicker. But sometimes, the coldness does have its bite, like little hamsters nibbling on your finger tips. For some reason, wearing gloves makes it worse.

One time I was walking to the station after getting out of the shower; and in the two minutes it takes to walk there, my hair had frozen and crunched when I touched it.

Anyway, I have been discovering the practical usages of scarves, as well.


Tiny Snippets of Days

December 4, 2008

A couple weeks ago, I bought a notebook (out of four which I carry on my person regularly, and yes, I am going crazy, thank you for asking) where I started jotting down things that happen each day. This was mainly to keep the days from running together, which they tend to do around here (“Where did this week go?” I’ll say, and then I’ll refer to the notebook to see). If you know me, you’ll know that I have this obsession with keeping memories tangible. Yesterday I found some ticket stubs from the summer (as well as some directions to some love motels?)… I really need to clean my apartment.

Well, anyway, here are some entries:


Saw a flash mob of power ranger imitators in winter coats, swinging on swings and running after each other with foam axes.



Tried to go to the (later cancelled) expat Thanksgiving, but forgot my phone at my apartment. Spent 20 minutes looking for a PC room, listening to California Dreamin’ on loop, carrying a plate of deviled eggs which was remarked upon at length by a chatty non-English speaking taxi driver. Later went to Sinchon to get burritos and go sweater shopping.


Kevin, his girlfriend, and Jade are embroiled in an elementary school love triangle. I think they are all 10.

I wish I lived in the absurdist wonderland that I’ve made Korea out to be in this blog. Most of the time, the entries are “neglected to go to the post office again today,” or “am obsessed with gelly roll pens!”

One more day to a (probably forgettable) weekend.


Children’s Drawings of Monsters

December 3, 2008

This is the best part about teaching the different body parts to 7 year olds:

Sorry for the poor quality; I don’t have a scanner.

Anyway, I also apologize for the cute overload. Sometimes I think things like this undercut my natural cynicism (and turned me into person prone to various types of adoregasms)… but then I’ve encountered a lot of things here that make me want to stick a needle into my eyeballs. I guess it just depends on the day.