Happy New Year. Before we go up to Seoul for the new year, we have breakfast in the cafeteria at the train station. We have tokk soup. Tokk is mushy rice balls. Like the Japanese mochi. We eat

It's cold. I'm in the cafeteria with Lucy and everyone has on the same puffy black snow jacket. Everyone. Everyone but us. It is a parade of black Michelin Men filling their trays with

The North Korean Cow attack I talked of a couple of days ago never materialized. It must have been some sort of dairy farm explosion. I'm sorry if I scared anyone. The North Koreans have now

Santa hasn't come. It's a simple point, but ultimately important -- we have no chimney. Most houses in Korea are heated by underfloor heating. Heated water is sent through pipes in the sub-floor. It

‌M: Wow. That's your aura? It's way brighter than it used to be.‌ ‌G: I'm in heaven now. So I'm in my natural state-- glowing.‌

Eunjoo's family has come down to Daegu today. Eunjoo does not stand on ceremony-- Lucy and Jae-un have already opened their presents. Jae-un will have more from Santa on Christmas. Lucy has already opened her present

We didn't have a christmas tree last year. It was a poor man's Christmas. Nor did we have presents. We didn't get around to it. We will tell Lucy that it was

I walk out of our apartment building in the morning. The world smells mildly of cow shit. Then more strongly. Then mildly again. It is a wafting miasma of cow shit. I check the bottom of my shoe,