Home from the shi-jang
I'm walking home from the market with a bag of nectarines and plums slung over my shoulder. A skinny guy walks past me with knees that have no business on a skinny guy. His feet splay
I'm walking home from the market with a bag of nectarines and plums slung over my shoulder. A skinny guy walks past me with knees that have no business on a skinny guy. His feet splay
I go to Pusan for a seminar, and am riding the subway to Pusan National University. A fellow gets on the subway car and starts doing a spiel, trying to sell some flannel dish washing gloves. Or at
Lucy has just started school. She has an assignment to collect suggestions for names for her class. Apparently there are several classes for each grade, and each needs a name. I look at her paper. On it, her
We finish reading some Disney book, and Lucy is looking at the other books advertised in the back. We have seen most of the movies, but not Hercules. “What is this one?” she asks. “It’s Hercules.” I
We are on the tarmac of Incheon International Airport waiting for our plane to take off. I look out the window and see a Korean Air 747 mounting a Jinair DC10. Lucy looks across from her seat, and
Eunjoo and I are sitting at the kitchen table finishing off our dinner. Lucy, having excused herself long ago, is in one of the rooms, playing. We hear, through the door a cute little "Ham, ham. Ham,
The kyul trees were wonderful. It's a gorgeous tree, full of little orange juicy balls. I must say, it is worth it going to Jeju just to see the trees. They are great. But the tour was a bit shit.
For some reason or other I meet and talk to a guy whose name is tricky for me. Me: Can I call you Mani? Him: My name is Pessari. Me: It's short for Manuel.