Dumpy
We are in Seoul for the weekend. Sitting in a Starbucks in Mok-dong, across the road from the SBS headquarters, I see a dumpy dude in jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt standing in front of the gated entrance
Parc de Paris
Lucy and I are out walking on the foot massage rocks at the Parc de Paris. It is cold, but Lucy takes her shoes and socks off anyways. I'm looking towards the coffee vending machine, trying
I spy
We are in Seoul. In Mok-dong. My favourite thing about being in Mok-dong is that it is easy to sneak out to the Dunkin' Donuts. There are two of them near my Mother-in-law's place. It&
D-war
Movie theatres in Korea are expensive enough, but some of them have this neat thing where they show movies early in the morning for about 5 bucks. I am up early, and I think that perhaps I can
Lunch time
I have just eaten breakfast, and am sitting in my little glass box working on a survey on the complexity of CSP. My mother-in-law comes in and asks: MIL: Would you like to eat? Me: No thank-you. I&
Godfather
I Skype God. Me: Hey God. God: Hey Mark, good to hear from you. Me: You too. How's the weather in Prague these days. God: Nice and hot. I'm not in Prague right now
The face of trust
I go for a run. It's another long one, 16 km, and I stop for a quick toilet at kilo 14. Unfortunately, there is no toilet paper, and the bit I brought along in my pocket