flashbacks of Seoul

I have these strange flashbacks of Seoul.  Brief flashes of crowded streets, unflinching stares from old men in subway cars, the aftertaste of kimchee and soju, and vague remembrances of late nights with equally ostracized foreign friends.  Only about two months have passed since I left Korea, but with every day that passes the reality of my existence there seems more and more surreal.  Did I really live in Korea?

And now I am ass-deep in the American suburbs, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.  It is peaceful here, but the streets are unnervingly devoid of people.  The few nights I’ve gone walking around town at night the only people I’ve seen were milling about the bar near the railroad tracks, trying to find their keys so they can drive home drunk.  I don’t mind cars, but I hate the obnoxious trucks that seem to have multiplied with the gas prices. 

While I’m on the subject of trucks, anyone who owns a Hummer needs to be shot.  Hummers represent most of the things that are wrong with this country, and I think if we can wipe out this one pestilence it will be a big step in the right direction.

antebellum mansion

I finally finished my taxes, and I will living in this house for (at least) my first four months in Savannah…


…is an antebellum mansion, and my room is the one on the second floor with the round window-alcove between the pillars.  Now all I need is a seersucker suit and some slaves. 

a funeral last night

I went to a funeral last night, here are the pictures from my phone…













…to her credit, most of these were taken by the little girl.

Very somewhat.

All I need is a place to live in Savannah for my first quarter of grad school, and to finish my taxes.  Beyond that, I am free to do with this last month of summer as I choose.  If I keep reminding myself of this simple reality, my stress level drops somewhat.  Very somewhat.

The noise from the sky has been hinting at an imminent rainstorm for almost an hour now, yet only a few drops have fallen so far.  This weather reminds me of how I forgot about how generally amazing the summer sky in Cleveland is.  My one Korean summer was a hellish affair of torrential rainstorms followed by stifling heat, but here it has been temperate with beautiful sunsets.  Meanwhile, I have heard more than five complaints about how hot it has been here this summer, but none from my mouth.  People do so enjoy complaining about the weather in Cleveland.

And in America these days, people do so enjoy complaining about the war or the opposition to the war.  Everyone either hates Bush, or hates those who hate Bush.  Now I hate Bush as much as any sane human being should, but I am already growing weary of the divisiveness that has taken hold here.  America has become a capitalist oligarchy, run by the people with money for the people with money, the sooner we come to accept this reality the sooner we will be able to effectively deal with it.  This whole "I’m going to write a letter to the president" naivete is exactly what those in power want those without power to cling to.  As long as we continue to think that we have a voice, we won’t complain about our lack of a voice; the sooner we accept that we don’t actually have a voice, the sooner we can start figuring out new and exciting ways to be heard.

a pair of pajama pants

I’ve been preoccupied and lazy, and as a result my best blog intentions have remained as such.  I apologize to you, my loyal readers, although I still can’t make any promises as to when I might change.  I still have many photos from Korea to upload, as well as more photos from my time in Japan and some from my time back here in the States.  I also have photo album reorganization intentions, some of which I have begun but not completed.  So, yeah, my bad.
I have been preoccupied with getting money for grad school, which I’m pretty sure I now have, and with finding a place to live in Savannah for my first three months.  It appears as if my sister is going to be purchasing a house in Savannah–both for tax reasons and for me–so I’ll hopefully be moving into that starting in 2006.
The suburbs have started to stagnate me, or perhaps this is just an excuse for my laziness.  A crappy excuse, at that.
I forgot how rampant consumerism is the norm in America–buying shit seems to be the cure for whatever ails ye.  Today I bought a bunch of frames at Target for one dollar each, which satisfied both my American consumer instinct as well as my poor soon-to-be-grad student status.  I also bought some socks, four D batteries, four mini party lights (also one dollar each–one for me, and three for friends), and a pair of pajama pants.  Can life get more exciting?  I submit that it cannot.

rabbit poop

I don’t really have anything to write about, but I feel the need to post.  Another post about nothing, so stop reading if you don’t like the song.

The song goes: I’ve figured my shit out more than I thought I was capable of, yet still I remain perplexed about my life.  Where’s the god damned clarity to go with these god damned plans?  Is there an extra charge for clarity?  Do I need to take out a loan for clarity?  Sheeeat.  Sometimes life is a jack. 

It was originally sung by Judy Garland, but was recently remade by Clay Aiken.  I prefer the Clay Aiken version, but most people seem to prefer the original.  Go figure.

I need to start looking at my life in America through the same glasses that I left in Korea, because this normal-normal-normal shit is getting ridiculous, and these word-posts are getting pathetic.  Perhaps I’ll begin posting series of pictures to represent my deepest thoughts.  For example, I could put a picture of a bird followed by a picture of a toilet, and that would mean: "Birdy has to go potty!"

Once, when I was vacationing with my family in North Carolina, a bird crapped on my head.  I find bird crap to be the most confusing and unsettling of all animal waste, not at all like bunnies and their perfectly round little turds.  Amazing, really… rabbit poop.