|Mee iz kween.|
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Seoul got a bit of rain the other day, and almost washed into the sea. I'll see what's left in a week.
|My life on my back|
|I was sent here to try your patience, sinner! (check the hat)|
|The moment I broke the umbilical|
|A strange glitch, I like|
|Jeju - I'll see you a bit further on down the road.|
|The A bombs are comin'?|
Before we had even left the dock, the old religious Korean guy that loves to tell you about how he went to Vancouver in 1989 found me. This guy is everywhere in Korea, you can't escape him, and there are thousands of him. He also has relatives in L.A. So after asking me about my praying habits, he grabbed my mandolin and tried to play Amazing Grace. I tried to explain to him that the strings on a mandolin are set up a bit more eccentrically than those of a guitar, but I was talking to the smokestack. He kept plugging bravely away, until he handed it back to me and asked me if I knew any BeeGees or Beatles. I didn't.
He left, but kept returning every 20 minutes asking me when I was going back inside. I told him I was enjoying the quiet. Hint hint. Anyways, on his last visit to me, he was comically drunk. He grabbed the mandolin and tried to play Amazing Grace again, while I yawned. Mercifully, at one point he strummed extra-hard, causing the pick to fly from his hands and go fluttering over the rail in slow motion, into the deep deep ocean. We looked at each other with raised eyebrows for a minute, before he handed me back my mandolin and scuttled off without a word, never to return again. Amen.
Monday, 25 July 2011
|Is this what you want?|
|Let's play some DAAHHTS!|
I've been living out of a bag for a few days, I smell. Taking the ferry off Jeju (sigh) tomorrow, to rip it up on the south coast of the mainland for a bit with Cobain. Tired, excited, maudlin, tired.
|Meow! (You beat, we'll discuss...)|
I had soon had enough of the gratuitous brutality, so I went up to them and took a flash picture of the beating. That stopped them. Then, the ring-leader walked up to me, flunkies in tow, and tried to intimidate me into deleting the picture. That wasn't gonna happen. I gave them one chance to leave without being yelled at, but queen-bitch stood her ground. So, I unleashed a satanic and barbaric stream of Korean profanity so shocking that even my friends were initially scared. The first one to run away was the guy, soon followed by the pathetic group of very mean girls. The next day, I found several piles of hair drifting around on the roof. Oh, Korea.
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
|Halla, sexy as ever|
|You can walk to this spider-infested islet at low-tide|
|Mini-falls in Jungmun|
|Valley in Jungmun|
|"That's when I pulled my pants down on the dance floor."|
|I bet you're only gonna get more annoying as you age, you ajosshi larva|
|Fuck off straight to hell|
|One from the vaults|