Matching White Underwear

There’s yet another piece of fiction after the jump, if you’re interested.

Nacho Average Korean Meal

As a lifelong connoisseur of Taco Bell and all its quasi-Mexican fineries, I was elated to learn that, after an eight-month drought, I would be able to satisfy my unrelenting (and, I guess, unrefined) hunger in Seoul. While Koreans were previously able to run for the border (probably not an appropriate slogan for them around these parts), the city has been absent this dirty franchise for the past four or five years. It has finally returned after months of promises and delays.

Wasp Nest

Well, once again, I have a piece of fiction to share. If you only want real-life bullshit, sorry, it’s just fake bullshit for now. I might try to put up something about going back to the US, or something about visiting Seoul’s brand new Taco Bell, but we’ll see. Anyhow, here ya go:

How I Think We’ll Do

Here’s another fiction piece. It’s extremely short, maybe closer to a vignette than a short story. It’s pointless and miserable, but there are some pretty pictures in there. Still more to come.

Reddest Roses

Since I’ve run out of fun stories from my own life, I’ve decided to start writing fiction again. Oh, well. Here is a story I’ve been messing with the past couple of days. Like everything I make, this is to be considered a work in progress. When the New Yorker editors call, just give them my Skype username and I’ll tell them which bank account to send the jewels and accolades to. Expect some more fiction pieces in the next few days.

Ghosting

Our school has an 아줌마 (ajumma, an old woman; both the Hangul and romanization are probably horrendous — too bad!) who cleans the place for us each night and throughout the day. I have some thoughts on her.

Photobooth

My photography while abroad has been pretty scattershot (no pun intended). I will spend some days taking many pointless pictures, while others I will take a photo and forget that my camera is in my pocket altogether. So, I’ve decided to just throw a whole slew of pictures I’ve taken in the past few months up on here and let you sort ‘em out. I accidentally deleted a bunch of photos, so there are not as many old ones. They come from two events, one being a hockey game we went to in Anyang (south of Seoul). The home team, the Anyang Halla, ended up winning 10-2 against the unskilled and weak-willed Chinese opponent. The second event was a Sunday when Lou and I decided to be at least semi-touristy, and we visited the Deoksugung Palace grounds near City Hall and walked around the city in the snow for a little. The weather was bitterly cold — just like our attitudes toward one another! (There might be a random picture or two in there, but, you know, whatever.)

Photo gallery after the jump…

I Am Made Of Chalk

Lou and I got into a pillow fight at the bar after we attended International Pillow Fight Day a few weeks ago. Proof:

Mike Hunt

What an amusing post title! Today after work, my three Korean, female co-workers and I were talking about swear words in the English language. This scene was the result of Aaron, the other American kindergarten teacher, and I talking to one of the girls, Chloe, earlier in the day and telling her some choice English phrases she could use to express frustration and anger at the workplace: It’s fucked up! or This is shitty! I also taught Chloe how to call Aaron an asshole.

Go Long

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Do you know why my ankles are bound in gauze? - Joanna Newsom

Joanna’s are because she is the greatest poet, songwriter, artist, woman, well, hell, let’s just say thing, ever. Mine are because I just ran forty-two kilometers in the Seoul Marathon. Actually, my ankles are fine. I’m just bad at introductions. Let me give you a list of creeped out women’s names from my phone as references. Anyhow…