I leave the apartment at five in the morning with a rolled up carpet over my shoulder. Throwing it into the trunk of the car, I drive to my office. There are not a lot of people around,
"Oh, he's a younger guy then?" I ask. "I couldn't really tell," he says. "He's white."
"Just thirty seconds," I hear the DJ announce as we are hurrying to find a space at the top of the mountain. "The sun will be up in thirty seconds."
Chwi-namul doesn't really have a common English translation, but from its latin name, it is sometimes deliciously translated as Aster Scaber.
"So I took it to the old tailor lady near the park and asked her how much it would cost to alter it." she continues, "She's cheaper because she spilled Kim-chi on the shirt I took her last time."
My students don't have facial expressions. The math student council sometimes has events, and it seems that one of these events is a dis-interest contest.
Then one day my wife comes home with a toy tennis racquet with a swivel head. "Just one? How can we play without a pair of racquets?"
