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I'm sick of how mindless some of my previous posts have been. The amount of personal growth (on many, many levels) that have resulted from this trip deserves better. I have grown immensely this summer, and although I still have a lot to go- but I feel that this was necessary to truly enjoy many new beginnings, and ultimately, myself. I've changed most of my previous posts to "private," and hope to marvel at how much even my expressing of my days have changed- perhaps from mindless overview of daily events to thoughtful inspection of... myself? In my daily environment? My standards are high, but I will try. I've even started writing in my paper journal again, and I feel better about how I've been analyzing myself. I can't decide if I want to make my journal friends only or not, but I guess I'll see.
It's 4am in Seoul, and I leave my house for the airport in two hours. I can't even sit still- Ted Hughes' Birthday Letters and Erica Wagner's analysis on the book and his relationship with Sylvia Plath, Ariel's Gift, has been keeping me company for the past few hours, and I loved their company even though it could be described as "disturbing" at times. The past month just seems like a half-forgotten dream already, and as I sit in my grandpa's study, I am guilty that I have read only 2 out of the 10,000s on his shelves and stacked where ever he could find room. The profuse about of mixed feelings I have about returning to Madison are overwhelming me- I miss it so much, but Seoul will always provide me with a certain comfort that Madison could never supply. I'm still excited though; I have never been so optimistic for my return to the states- I can't wait to see my friends, especially the ones that I have reconciled with; I have so many pictures that I need/want to get developed as soon as I get back- I don't know how I'm going to afford it all, but I guess I will ration myself; I'm going to treat myself with some Mediterranean Cafe, Marigold's style breakfast, and some New Orlean's takeout every chance I get; I'm going to make it to Aaron's big CD release show, and I can't wait to see his face, along with some more familiar faces, I hope.
Yesterday, my grandpa and I went to Korea University's museum office because the head wanted to talk to my grandpa about the things he donated to the museum.
Grandpa showing me the book alan ginsberg signed for him when they met in 1990:
Grandpa with Ginsberg:
Grandpa:
Longg time ago when my grandpa gave a lecture at sheffield for william Empson's class:
When he met Robert Lowell:
Schoolyard.
We went to my dad's old highschool and marveled at how all of these big glass structures had been put up with the help of some rich alumni. We went shopping and then went out to dinner with my mom's parents. My dad and I met up with my grandpa later that night with his friend professor Anthony at a German restaurant where I ate vanilla ice crem served with hot raspberries and then 3 men downed stout beer.
Today, we made it to the Picasso Gallery. The way he distorts his subjects frightens me, but nonetheless, I don't know how he does it the way he does it.
