As of February 1st, 2003, I am twenty-five years old according to the Korean age system, which graciously counts the time you spent in your mother's womb, happily oblivious to the fact that you are 9 months closer to your death day as soon as you emerge into this world ( Read more... )

“Mistah Kurtz-he dead.”

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...For a long time she undressed, washed and dressed the more superficial of the wounds.  Then came the order she was dreading.

“I want you to go and dress Private Latimer’s face.”

She had already tried to feed him earlier with a teaspoon in what remained of his mouth, trying to spare him the ( Read more... )

Right now is a period in my life where there is such an overload of sensory, emotional, and psychological experiences and impressions that I can hardly make sense of it all in my head, much less write about them coherently.

I realize, though, that I'm enjoying every moment of it, and I am grateful for the rich texture these experiences render to ( Read more... )

An excerpt from "How To Lead a Rich Life":

"One of the more shocking measures of our "prosperity" is the fact that the United States spends more on trash bags than 90 other countries spend on everything. In other words, the receptacles of our waste cost more than all of the goods consumed by nearly half of the world's nations."

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Do we have this in the US? If not, can we start it? It has tremendous (financial) potential in some of our more affluent, health-conscious neighborhoods. Even I can think of several of such neighborhoods right off the bat, right here in New Jersey, no less ( Read more... )

Hantise du Jour…Yum.


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It took an hour of hard labor for me to dig my car out of the snow this morning. My back's out of commission and all of my coworkers are hobbling up and down the hallway.

180+ subway passengers in Daegu, Korea were killed yesterday in fire; the suspected arson is an embittered stroke victim in suicidal despair over his own life. A mother ( Read more... )

Flipping through the Arts & Leisure Section of the Sunday NY Times this morning, I saw an advertisement for a film called Till Human Voices Wake Us. I don't pretend to be an expert in any type of poetry whatsoever, and I have no illusions about my hidden or revealed genius in this field (of which there are none); but the ad made me pause, because ( Read more... )