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,

We are sitting at home eating duck wrapped in lettuce with rice and ko-chu jang. Lucy will not come to the table. She sits in the living room reading her books, and crying for us to come read