I ride my bike to Costco, sporting a big empty red backpack. I get off, stick my ear buds in my ears, my hands in my pockets, and head down to floor B2. It's a weekend,

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Lucy is on the phone with her Grandma, the simple one. They talk for a while, in Korean. I'm not paying much attention, but I catch the following. Lucy:   Why did you call, Grandma? Grandma (assumed)

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Walking through downtown Daegu, I see a man who looks lost. I walk up to him, "Are you lost?" "Yeah," he says, "I'm looking for --" "Forget it, brother,

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I get a new pair of shoes. THE new pair of shoes. They are sparkly and red and they highlight my eyes. I look fantastic in them. I AM fantastic in them. And they whistle sweet music when

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I'm playing with Lucy. She finds small round piece of plastic, and pretends to put it in her eye. "What's that, Lucy?" I ask her "For Daddy's eye."

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Last night I cut up some hot peppers for tokk-pokki before taking off my contacts and going to bed. When I wake up this morning and put in my contacts, my eyes burn a painful, yet oddly refreshing,

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God: Hey Mark. Me: Hi God. God: Just a thought, why don't you call your blog 'Stories about coffee'? Me: You think I write too much about coffee? God: You write a lot about

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I buy a small coffee maker for home. I have a normal one in my office, but need something for the weekend. Its a two-cupper- they used to sell these at Canadian Tire. One time, long ago, when

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