he was yowling outside my classroom for 2 straight days with no mom in sight. i was fearing the day when his yowling got weaker and quieter and then i just didn't hear it anymore. that is generally the fate of abandoned kittens here. i'm assuming mom died or something, because mom cats would generally break baby's neck and maybe eat it rather than just let it go motherless.

so whitney, steve and i grabbed him last night. put him in a box and dragged him home.

and dammit, i named him augie.

reason being, as i walked home with his yowling ass in a box, people asked me "ee-go mwoah yeh yo?" (what is that) and i said "goyangee (cat) agi (baby)". so, after bathing him in gnarly anti-bacterial soap (twice) and giving him some formula, i ended up calling him "agi... agi..." over and over again...

but augie sounds so much more badass. augustus. fuckin' a.

the best thing was when he was not into taking the rubber nipple of the dropper bottle i gave him. he was way more into sucking on my toes. so i just poured the formula on my toes and let him go at it.

tonight i stuck him back in the box and put the box in my backpack. we rode out to cheongdam, then across the yeongdong bridge, and into konkuk university territory. i'm sure he enjoyed the fuck out of that.

i dropped him off, and now he is in the care of a portland hippie chick who is running a cat rescue in her apartment. says she has 8 years experience doing cat rescue. and now i'm, again... sans cat. fuck.

dave alexandre demanded a new post because the ET video was starting to cramp his food-waste-hole a bit.

so here you go. and these generally tend to be some of the lamer posts, since they're forced.

news...

after being called "so good man" by my ex i am now persona non grata for referring to her as "the rudest person i have ever met" and "doenjang girl". for a brief explanation of the "doenjang girl" phenom, read seoul magazine:

http://www.seoulselection.com/streetwise_read.html?cid=3438

basically - vacuous, fashion-obsessed girl who 1. lives beyond her means and 2. sees nothing but the worth of material things.

to top it all off, she was racist. it's one thing to hate japan for the wrongs of the past... but to hate japanese people - after NEVER HAVING MET ANY, EVER IN HER LIFE...

yeah. better off without that admittedly hot as campfire coals yet thoroughly useless and insane and uncool wench.

one thing that i think i must introduce you all to is the "drinking in the park" phenom. about a block from my house is a little playground and sittin' park. it's always full of people. there's a 7-11 across the street. korea has no time limit for liquor sales. you get the picture.



the weather changed (just last night, in fact) and i doubt we're going to be doing much hanging in the park anymore... but it's been our haunt these past few months. to the point where we went back one morning and said "shit, did WE write slayer logos in black marker on the playground?!? was that us?"

so yeah, we're park rubbies. we drink outdoors. but it's cheaper and less smoky than a bar. and you don't have to buy food if you don't want to - another korean oddity - they believe that if you don't eat while you drink, you get sick. partially true, but if they believe it, you often have to kowtow "i'm not hungry!" you could say, but you'll still be forced to buy something that's anywhere from 10-30 bucks.

other news... audrey ferrer, former coworker, had a beautiful baby girl a couple weeks ago. ohanna ferrer/kang ? i don't know how they're bustin the hyphenation, but daddy's a kang, mommy's a ferrer.



i went to seodaemun prison last week. nice 1 hour scooter ride out to north seoul to visit a real center of japanese oppression and atrocity. it's now a museum dedicated to PATRIOTIC FREEDOM FIGHTERS. i capitalized that because i can't get the phrase out of my mind, i was reminded of it so much while there.

oddly enough the only signs that were trilingual - korean, japanese and english - were the ones at the rather horrific torture demonstration exhibits. hmmm...

seodaemun...




and, an excellent argument for torture and prisons.... this nibnob's parking job.



notice how there is no way short of lifting my bike to get out. notice how he manages to overuse any possible bit of extra space and box EVERYONE in.

every car in korea has the driver's cell number on the dashboard. since parking is at such a premium, you take what you can get and then deal with the fallout by fielding calls on your cellphone.

only this guy must have been out drinking the night before (hence the crack commando parking space usage) because when i phoned him he wouldn't answer. i bust over to starbuck's with ryan and on the way home i phone the guy... "cha jom olm juseyo" and the bleary-eyed little roly poly goof moves his car.

oh yeah and i got a wart removed. doc vader used his laser.



that's all, really. i've been really busy and really broke. i may go to tokyo for christmas. who knows.

you're welcome.