Occupy 2012

  Here's one more little gem from the 514.  Everything I don't like is stupid!  Occupy 2012!

Getting Physical AKA Best Video Ever

  Blink and you'll  miss it.  People don't believe me when I tell them I see wacky shit every day in Korea.  Believe me.  It's the Rapture!

It's blacker demon, like the hell it's hot

  There's a Swedish death metal or bluegrass song in there for sure.  I'm fat full of quail eggs, and my feet are cold.  I'm going to hit a new mountain tomorrow morning.  Don't be stressed when you're blessed, someone said once, on the TV.

Quail eggs! Quail eggs? Quail eggs.

  You know you really must be 85% Korean when you find yourself popping boiled quail eggs into your mouth like popcorn.  I've seen Japanese Quail in Korea.  Usually in farm fields, scuttling around all fast and shit.  They're small birds, hence the eggs.  The eggs are also small.  Correspondingly small.  I like turtles.  I may hit up Busan with Piss-bottle Man this weekend.  Maybe Cobain too if he can be convinced.

Poong-oh-pahng

Black beans inside

Banana slurry?  Yes please.

P-o-p tent

    Poong-oh-pahng is fish-shaped waffle batter filled with hot black bean slurry.  Three for a dollar from any street corner food tent, good for a walking around snack.  I discovered some today that were filled with some kind of banana custard or something, the next level shit.  They'd be amazing filled with ham n cheese, but so would most inanimate objects.

Jay-Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder

  Two Sundays ago I made the mistake of going into Home Plus...on a Sunday.  Hundreds of merciless, bustling Koreans conspired to grind my dazed ass into a mess with their whistling shopping carts of misery.  The blue-screen-of-jetlag-death flashed in my brain, and all I wanted to do was ball up and whimper.  Then this song shuffled in, and I 'turned up the music in the headphones'.  I became a god, and started pushing back, chin out and frosty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nlOeqEIHXY

BUM HAND

  My old school shit-ticket holder said 'BUM HAN' on it.  I think 'BUM HAND' is more appropriate, don't you?  I'm so cheeky.  Keep yo bum hand strong!

Climbing Gohyeon stuff

Samsung shipyards

My apartment is at the tip of the pine

Defensive position

  I spent many hours climbing through the hills surrounding Gohyeon this weekend, looking down at the dominoes of stupid.  There are some sweet endless ridges going on up there.  There's even a Geoje Ridgeline Trail that lets one walk the spine of the island from north to south, should be cool.  The earth is a creamy colour here, in contrast with the black of Jeju and the red further north on the mainland.  Some decent birds up there, lots of tits.
  I'm thinking of buying a chopper, but I test drove one and I all seemed to do is stall the damn thing repeatedly - working the clutch, choke, gears, and foot brake is like rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time twice over.  I miss Old Whitie, my trusty and simple Forte.

Dzzzzz! You're dead.

The Brian Jonestown Massacre - The Ballad of Jim Jones/Upgrade my dignity pt.II

I will kick your fucking face

  Anton Newcombe is a rock god, a fucking rock god.
  I'm tired as a dog on fire from hiking all day - pictures and blah blahs shortly.
  I went to the hospital yesterday to jump through the AIDS/meth addict hoops they  make you jump through here.  I'm ok admitting that I'm not too manly when it  comes to getting blood tests - I get all sweaty and pale.  Needles.  Then the nurse gave me a dixie cup and marked a line halfway up with a sharpie, indicating the level I was supposed to fill it to.  While in the bathroom, I was sorely tempted to fill the cup with semen instead of urine, just to see the look on her face.  Sadly, I didn't follow through with my dastardly plot.
  Ok, I'm off, there are seven episodes of Boardwalk Empire that ain't gonna watch themselves.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEa5ANoKFNQ

Vinous-throated Parrotbill/ball of chubfluff

  This bird is one of the smallest in Korea, and as can be seen, is basically a little ball of fluff.  Righteous.

Emmylou Harris & Waylon Jennings - Spanish Johnny

  The White River Bluegrass Band did a better version.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LizSADzKRBI

Beijing airport sucks

  It sincerely and truly does.  I was transferring through, and they lost my bag.  So of course to go make a claim and try to find the damn thing, I had to clear immigration.  I had no Chinese visa.  So I lied, pouted, snuck and bullied my way into the Bureaucratic People's Republic of China, without a visa, a feat for which I'm fairly proud.  Once in, I brow-beat and yelled at some Chinese guy with enough mock ferocity that my bag miraculously reappeared.  Then some drunk and hideous (man-o-lantern) Chinese fuckface harassed me and tugged on my arm in an elevator, an act that almost got his fat face punched in the most old-fashioned of ways.  That is why I say Beijing airport sucks, bing bang boom.

Blue City

  Geoje is 'Blue City'.  I don't see it.  I'm also not sure what the loveable little bean-shaped couple is all about, but every Korean city has to have its own wacky little character.  Jelly beans?  Clumps of shite?  Kidneys maybe.
  My throat hurts.  It was suspiciously overcast this morning, so I jumped on the yellow dust website as soon as I got back.  Fucking yellow dust.  I'm fixin' to head to Suncheon this weekend to search for cranes.  I'm also fixin' to get a bike soon, but maybe not a scoot this time, a real motorcycle.  It'll rattle and clatter like a bucket of nails, and just maybe I'll paint an American flag on the gas tank and kill a hobo in Frisco, for shits n giggles.

Geoje birds

Coal Tit

Great Tit

Varied Tit

Black-headed Gull

Large-billed Crow +1

Long-billed Plover

  Jet-lagged, I woke at 5 a.m.yesterday and walked up a mountain, more of a hill, to watch the sun come up.  Seems that's a Korean thing to do.  Actually, a non-Korean friend of mine climbed up the tallest mountain in South Korea at night, naked.  The wind toyed with his genitals like they were wind chimes.  Righteous.  So the birds.  I was sat up at the top, and a bird wave came and checked me out for a while.  Lots of tits.  Then a deer came whipping past me at a distance of about three feet, followed closely by a dog.  The dog stopped 50 feet beyond me and looked around, having smelled me I guess.  Anyways, I had a good walk  through some varied and promising habitat.  Y'know what?  My birding blog is kicking off next week.  It'll be extra birdy, with none of the vitriol and perdu-ness of this blog.

A bedding wonderland

  I sleep on that shit.  Discuss.

Gohyeon, Geoje-do

The view from my roof - that's a salt-water canal

The Perkies

Tougher-looking than Jeju cats

  It's my new town, on my new island.  Took the trip from hell to get here, but what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger...or is it angrier?  I'll vent about allla that shite in good time.  This town is gonna be great for birds, that I know already - I picked up my first lifer from a moving car on the way back from the airport. There is much to discuss, but I have stew to eat, and un-jet-lagging to do.

514 out

See you in a bit, 514, it's been a larf!

A creepy-ass bear

  Or is it a creepy ass-bear?  Look at it, all muscle-bound and pensive.  I'm headed for my last Canadian sleep before I head back to It.  Am I fuckin' nuts?  Ah well, there should be some cool new birds on my cool new island anyways.  And a cool new picture with a cool new mountain and a cool new bike.

London Mayhem

Reaction to Cougar Candy's moon

  I went down to London (Ontario) for a week of mayhem with the old Jeju crew.  I stayed at Jeppuh's, he's got five dogs.  London feels like a suburby place where you need a car to get to the strip mall.  Good seeing all those folks though.  I'm about to meet a wholllle new batch in a couple of days.  I'm nuts.  Oh, we got well and drunk on rye on NYE, and played some heavy Mario Kart.  I need to practice.
  On the way back I had an hour to kill in Toronto (that's an hour too long in Toronto), and I bumped into this guy Kimeo I know on some side street.  I see him once every five years, in the most random of places - the last time I had seen him before this was just before shoving off on my very first bright-eyed Korea trip.  He's always happy, and I took meeting him as a good omen.
  I will not be grumpy this year, I will not be grumpy this year...