Well that’s another summer gone. Easily the hottest of the 8 I’ve had here in Korea, although it’s always hard to really compared, since I’ve lived in different areas and different apartments. Apparently this is one of the hottest three areas in Seoul too. I’m pretty sure it was more than subjective conditions—it really was unusually hot.
And because of the small amounts of regular work on weekday mornings I wasn’t really able to drop off the planet as I sometimes do during tertiary education breaks. I’ve had to keep more abreast of local news and political issues as well, which can be sometimes interesting but sources really are limited while I’m only able to read English versions of the news. One issue that’s been dragging along the whole 7 years I’ve been here is of who owns the islets called Dokdo in the sea between korea and japan. There’s endless amounts of stupid when it come to trying to get an accurate read of the situation, but I was nicely surprised to read this two part interview with a couple of wise and knowledgeable old heads in the realm of east asian diplomacy.
Also, goodbye to Hal David. Thanks to my mum’s old records that I borrowed during my teens and twenties I’ve always dug on Hal & Burt’s work—with Dusty Springfield and even just sans the big-name singers.
I promised myself I’d do at least one productive thing today before the heat and humidity were too much of a prompt to totally sloth it up, so here is blog.
A couple of weeks ago we went for a local/intertown bus ride to Jincheon and stopped at a Buddhist memorial on the way. Not a full temple, it’s commemorating a once prominent dude in the local area. Quite a large property going up a hill, and dead quiet! It’s not that I hate people and never want to be around them, but it’s just that I can never go anywhere in public (especially on a sunday) without it being crowded. Anyway, thanks to Buddhism’s waning popularity here, there was no one at all there.
Even more surprising was seeing a couple of deer bounding up the side of the hill. I’ve never seen deer in the wild before. They were quite small.
There’s a minor restoration of the Grand Seoul Station going on at the moment and they’ve got old fotos showing scenes back through to 1961. Interesting, because photos of the last 60 years don’t pop up that much in public. I like this one because of the action pose of the chap in front-centre. So what’s changed in 40 years on annual Thanksgiving scrambles? Colour photography is the norm these days.
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from last wednesday am:
I again find myself waiting in a starbucks coffee place. Their music machine is beguiling. In the morning it’s mellow stuff- steel guitar and a little bit of the smiths. They have a weekly rotation. Did I mention that? Once I walked into one at a certain time on a Saturday night and it was the rock n roll animal version of sweet Jane. Then exactly a week later I was there again—exactly same. Now, a Tracey chapman cover of that 80s pop song (tears for fears?).
I’ve been thinking a lot about my feet and feet in general. Summer is a time of feet. I feel inadequate about my feet. I never had arches but if I did they’d now be fallen. I really do think they’ve become worse in recent times. There’s way too much surface area connecting with the ground. When I’m at home taking a pee in the bathroom, bare feet on the tiles I become conscious of how I’m rolling them in slightly and standing on a completely wrong part of the foot.
Son of five seven four
There will be a foto here of my shoes.
These three pairs of shoes represent the height of comfortability spanning back 4.5 years and unknown into the future. I had to wear the Nbs the whole time of the camp because I was on my feet for so long each day. This pair (in the middle) have exceeded expectation. They’re like the mars rover. I was prepared to chuck em once I got back from hoju in feb. But still going strong. Last week I found they’re still making 574s and promptly got a pair. There are some minor cosmetic differences but they feel the same. Any other 2 – 3 year gap between shoes usually ensures them being unobtainable. Interesting to see how my feet have shaped the older ones though; they’ve become much wider. On the left are catapillar shoes from way back but have not been worn for some time due to a hole in one of the soles. They died in Shanghai one rainy day in May 07.
I realised I have more shoes now than I’ve had at any other time but generally there is always one pair that is the most comfortable and they get 90% of use. It’s an odd relationship between me and shoe. They seem much more intimate and important than other pieces of clothing.
When Aug 1 rolled around said to my self, self, I have to make more of an effort to post regularly on the website this month. Then two more days slipped away and here we are. It’s summer, I have no air-con, I am in the middle of a three-week jaunt teaching middle-school sprogs and I have just started the gears turning on another 100+ days of minor hell via two literature (lich-ri-cha) units thru USQ.
I read hamlet and the cliffnotes of hamlet. Cliffnotes sez shakespeare would be horrified that u had to read the cliffnotes to unnerstand it. To that I sais, U should have writ it easier to unnderstand, shakey! Interesting to see how many chestnuts of literature are in there, but also it’s difficult to know how many cliches, like ‘a lender nor a borrower be’ were already cliches before the play. In that respect 400 years ago isn’t actually that long ago.
I watched (most) of the 1948 version of Hammy. The guy who played Hammy reminds me of Rutger Hauer in Bladerunner.