Tuesday, 31 May 2011
My glass has been half-empty lately, in spite of someone's recent good advice to 'get a smaller glass'. I've been twisting things around and looking at them from behind.
Today started roughly. Still shittily sore everywhere from the weekend volleyball marathon, I was woken at 8 a.m. on the nose by the lovely sound of chainsaws outside my window. I was horrified to see the massive 5-story tree that stands sentinel outside my apartment being fucking chopped to pieces by little Korean assholes. I mean, this massive tree was probably well over 150 years old. It was always packed with a wide array of birds, which would wake me sometimes with their dawn chorus. A better sound to rise to than fucking chainsaws. A good number of birds nested in it too. Well, I guess someone wanted some fucking wood, so now all I see out that window is more apartments. Then, the memory card on my small camera died. Great start. Let the downward slide continue, to the dark side of twisted around. I was that close to whipping out my full-auto BB rifle and shooting their eyes out.
Not wanting to stick around and watch the arbocide, I jumped on Whitey and headed to a nearby spot where I've been scoping for birds lately. The bird. The Fairy Pitta. I've been trying to see this thing for over two years, unsuccessfully. Extremely rare and secretive, the Fairy Pitta spends the summer months breeding in Jeju's quiet and rocky valleys. It became my white whale. I was always one step behind it, and I've heard it on multiple occasions, even found feathers, but never spotted it.
So I got to my little valley, and walked up the dry riverbed for about 30 minutes. Nothing. Then, on my way back down to Whitey, I heard it. I ended up tracking it unseen through the treetops (I wasn't in the treetops, it was) for well over an hour before I finally cut it off with some Seal Team 6 stealth and initiative. It hopped down and posed for me for a few minutes, and now life is a sliver less pointless.
Monday, 30 May 2011
Thursday, 26 May 2011
I effed up my neck the other day waking up like a newborn giraffe, but it's mostly fine now. I sure do enjoy talking about myself.
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
|In fact, spicy.|
Been watching a healthy amount of rock n roll movies and documentaries lately, does a psyche good. There's a Mudnohey documentary coming out soon. What!? Perfect. Perfect like a disapproving Korean frown.
I'm number one! I'm number one!
|I've been wronged!|
Victim. A funny word, a funny way to live. Most folks do everything they can to avoid being victims. Who wants to be a fucking victim? Then, there are others who just love being the eternal victim. They LOVE it. Gets them the precious attention they need to live, like emotional vampires. Or mosquitoes. Self-fulfilling. Splat!
"Cause in your eyes
You've been victimized
It's how you size it up
You disguise it up
And try to make it look real
To cover up the low self esteem you feel
Swimmin' in guilt's your favorite sport"
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
|Black Paradise Flycatcher (check the tail!)|
In other news, still feeling boring. A long and vitriolic rant bubbles just below the surface. Soon.
Monday, 23 May 2011
Just restrung the mandolin, what an epic pain in the balls.
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Thursday, 19 May 2011
I have an uncomfortable and vivid memory of kissing a high school sweetheart just after I finished puking, while that album was playing. Poor girl. We can all laugh about it now I guess. I'm talking right after puking. Do people still say 'high school sweetheart', or am I just all kinds of old-fashionedy?
|Hey, I can see Marshall Applewhite from here!|
I've been involved with quite a few hypothetical bands that never ended playing any shows. Notable was the band that was to play songs only about killing people in trench warfare I formed with a melodion-playing dude from Arkansas, and the band of completely incompatible non-musicians (myself included) that assembled in Taiwan to play rock classics sung in poorly-translated Chinese. Not one of us could play our instruments, it was truly terrible.
This pic is of a later Del (sweet Firebird!), about a decade before he killed himself. He kinda looks like a guy I kinda know on the island. I dig the low production values of the video, as well as the jaunty seaside a-go-go party setting.
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Grahhh, I mis-set my alarm this 'morning'. Who knew that 'p.m.' is not the same as 'a.m.'? Apparently not this rocket surgeon. Feeling boring these days.
Monday, 16 May 2011
Jeju's west coast between Moseoulpo and Hallim is dotted with crumbling ghost towns. I like them.
I fell asleep on the beach Saturday night next to a campfire, mandolin on my belly, under sideways and happy constellations. I'll miss that, for sure.
Sunday's plans to go birding on a small, untouristed island were scrapped after a bud and I went to four different port-towns without being able to find a fishing boat that was willing to take us there.
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Thursday, 12 May 2011
Holy crap, I just googled this, and it turns out the sweetie, aka oroblanco, is a cross between an acidless pomelo (they love the damn pomelos in Taiwan) and a white grapefruit. You learn something every day. So I guess it doesn't sound as dumb now.
I was watching a riveting episode of River Monsters where the stern and humorless Jeremy Wade is looking for the dreaded 'Ball Cutter' fish that has been mangling the bits n' bobs of African fishermen. I enjoyed hearing him repeatedly say 'Ball Cutter'.
|...gone. (right now)|
|It's fucking ugly and 90 feet tall, whatever it is.|
That was way back in sparkling 2009. Since then, 'they' have steadily been eating up the beach and destroying the reedbeds with a large array of random bullshit associated with making the adjacent port bigger. I fear that Hwasun is a harbinger of things to come on Jeju. I think that when I come back to Jeju in 10-15 years, I'll be horrified but not surprised to find that most of Jeju's nicer and quieter spots have been ripped up by super-trails, hotels, speed-boat courses, 'mini' lands, and other hyper-tacky concrete and fibreglass touristy bullshit.
Oh yeah, and the 'eco-friendly' naval base they're in the process of building 20 minutes down the road oughta be great. The 20,000-strong garrison will really boost the local economy. The whore-house economy, that is. Welcome to "Peace Island". The chair-lift to Halla will be a real hoot too. Ok, all of this bitter quotation marking is making me angry. Peace out, word to the mom, peace in the Middle East, catch you on the flibbity-flop.
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
I picked up some Australian cheese, and I'm about to eat it up by hand like it's a big shiny apple.