Clementines and Nag Champa Ashes

I used to cry on Sunday nights.  'Roundabout the 4th grade years when all I was expected to do was dick around and occasionally tackle an impossible spite-spawned homework assignment from Mrs. Phillips.  I would hang with my close tribunal for two days straight, play Sega, drink Coke and eat macaroni.  I'd find my way into some demented impulse rental from the local video store and spend the late night/early morning hours cultivating my imagination's complex over-sexualization via the single Playboy hidden in Mark's basement.  And sure enough, come Sunday night-once the sun started to deflate over the basketball hoop, my mind would spiral into blackness, the tears would shimmy loose from the ducts and I'd become a mess of perceived injustice.  My justification (even at such an age, I felt this descent needed to be analyzed and diagnosed) was that it was unfair that I was able to pull such beauty from my free time only to have it put to an obligatory halt by the legalities of mandatory schooling.  Why couldn't I be trusted to run free into the wild and create my own world?  Why couldn't I throw myself into the ether and make my own way in this lump of a world and show each and every one o' you's just what I could make of myself?  Then, you know, come home when I got tired and watch wrestling.

Well, I'm proud to say I've grown up, though I won't say that I don't still relate to that little dreamer.  The workaday world is something that I think could be largely revamped, but I guess it's the world I live in, and escaping to Asia hasn't really changed that.  But no matter-I came here to work and I'm'a work.  I just happened to have had a wonderful weekend and wouldn't mind a few more consecutive weeks of it.  Drinks and pasta followed by lengthy conversations about Oasis on Friday, another trip to the Mungyeong Saejae Apple Festival and wine-soaked duck on Saturday, and today was a day of open-market shopping in search of the perfect mushrooms and Halloween costume.  Happy to say I found a satisfying place-holder for each.  So boom.

There's a lot of life to live.  Within it and outside of it, there are infinite things to ponder and learn.  Today: how my penis and testicles look tucked into a mini-skirt.  Tomorrow: the world.

Think about that, and contact me with any questions.

Namanasty, y'all.

-LS^2

Byum Jin drawing exactly what I told him to draw,

which is a pumpkin man, a big carrot, a small carrot,

a cow and wind blowing on all of them.

Popular opinion.

Haku and Harley (probably).

My niece Lily, just 'cause she's a bad ass.