Deeper Shade Of Seoul
06 7월 2007
Hmmm...
One night, ages ago, I was heading down south to hang out with some hashers. I was heading to a rest stop to wait for Beaver and Rarely Cums to pick me up. I got there, took a look around, and discovered this:
Can you read it? Shitty picture, I know. It says 'Seoul's Best Toilet.' Wow! I was so intrigued! I mean, it must be something special, right? I'm figuring at the very least it'll have those cool heated seats. So I went inside, and here's what it was:


And filed under 'Other Strange Things You Can Find at Korean Rest Stops' is this locker...for your useless, small, has-to-be-carried-everywhere-you-go dog.
05 7월 2007
Inspired by, of all people, my big brother Brownie (I never in my life thought I would be uttering such words, let me tell you!) I have really been feeling the itch to get back to climbing. Back home I went to a great climbing gym in Reading and I loved it and was getting pretty good at it. Then I busted up my leg, travelled for months, moved to Korea, and just never really got back into it. Now I want to. There's a lot of climbing gyms in Seoul but none of them (none that I've found, anyway) have info on the web in English. No problem, I can figure out what I need to know pretty easily. Now, I just need a partner in crime...
Oh, and I need Andy to dig through all my shit that's packed up in the garage, find my gear, and send it to me. He's gonna be reeaaallly thrilled about that.
Oh, and I need Andy to dig through all my shit that's packed up in the garage, find my gear, and send it to me. He's gonna be reeaaallly thrilled about that.
This is a conversation I had to endure at work yesterday.
Coworker: Hey, you know that guy [whatever his name is] that goes to our gym?
Me: Nope.
Coworker: Really? You don't know him? The Korean dude?
Me: Uh...nope. [I should point out that my coworker and I are the only foreigners at our gym. Everyone else is Korean. Describing someone as 'Korean' does not narrow things down in this country.]
Coworker: Well, I kinda told him you'd go out with him.
Me: Why would you do that?
Coworker: Because he likes foreign girls.
Me: Ummm...you don't get to make that decision for me. That's what a pimp does. I don't have one of those.
Coworker: I really think you should go. Just for coffee or something. You two could really hit it off.
Me: I'm not going.
Coworker: But I think you should.
Me: I'm already dating someone. He'd probably frown on me trying to 'hit it off' with someone else.
Coworker: Well, maybe you two could just become, like, really, really, really good friends.
Me: I'm not going.
And it continued. He was rather relentless, just insisting that I meet this dude. He even tossed in, "He speaks really good English." This is a coworker, not a friend. Not someone who knows anything about me, or about what kind of people I prefer to date. "Oh, you like foreign girls? I know a foreign girl...well, I don't really know anything about her, I just work with her. But she's definitely foreign." Yeah, sounds like a match made in heaven. Argh. I was angry!!
Coworker: Hey, you know that guy [whatever his name is] that goes to our gym?
Me: Nope.
Coworker: Really? You don't know him? The Korean dude?
Me: Uh...nope. [I should point out that my coworker and I are the only foreigners at our gym. Everyone else is Korean. Describing someone as 'Korean' does not narrow things down in this country.]
Coworker: Well, I kinda told him you'd go out with him.
Me: Why would you do that?
Coworker: Because he likes foreign girls.
Me: Ummm...you don't get to make that decision for me. That's what a pimp does. I don't have one of those.
Coworker: I really think you should go. Just for coffee or something. You two could really hit it off.
Me: I'm not going.
Coworker: But I think you should.
Me: I'm already dating someone. He'd probably frown on me trying to 'hit it off' with someone else.
Coworker: Well, maybe you two could just become, like, really, really, really good friends.
Me: I'm not going.
And it continued. He was rather relentless, just insisting that I meet this dude. He even tossed in, "He speaks really good English." This is a coworker, not a friend. Not someone who knows anything about me, or about what kind of people I prefer to date. "Oh, you like foreign girls? I know a foreign girl...well, I don't really know anything about her, I just work with her. But she's definitely foreign." Yeah, sounds like a match made in heaven. Argh. I was angry!!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who Knew????

Earlier this week, I found myself on the subway bopping around to some tune on my iPod. I felt very proud of myself, like maybe I was getting back to normal again. Well, not like I was ever a poster child for normalcy, but you know what I mean.