Asia | Korea, Republic of | Seoul – The Proletarian Cultural Revolution

Asia | Korea, Republic of | Seoul – The Proletarian Cultural Revolution

12.17.02 6:44PM
There goes that loudspeaker guy again. It was almost like he was waiting for me to start writing, so that I would mention him. Well it worked loudspeaker guy. I am not sure if I should write on this computer here or if I should charge up the laptop and go outside to write. I am already writing here and now, so I think I should continue with where I am. There I go again, always looking at something else, always wondering what the other side of the fence tastes like. I could swear that loudspeaker guy is shouting out war propaganda. “The Proletarian Cultural Revolution has begun.” “Down with the buguiose class.” I really don’t even know how to spell buguiouse. I am not sure the spell checker knows either. Well we made the reservations to Japan. I also booked some rooms in Tokyo. The other thing we did was buy a Japan Rail pass, that lets us ride the high speed train as much as we want for seven days. I am also thinking about getting first class accommodations. It is only ninety dollars more, and I would imagine that the benefits are worth it. Especially if we are going to be spending a lot of time on the train. I wanted to take the train down to the south of the peninsula, and then take a boat over to Japan, but the plane ticket was only two hundred and fifty, less actually, so it really wouldn’t have been worth it to go any other way. I was going to write in the PC Bang today, but there was so many people smoking and it was starting to annoy me. So I left, mailed my mail, and then went in to visit Tony. I am really starting to understand my way around here. I have a little two block radius that I know all the ins and outs of. I know that I can cut through the mall and not have to take that two story hill. I know where some little coffee shops are that I can get in really easy. One is called HOME, and they know me there, and they make a pretty good hot chocolate. When you go there you pay five dollars no matter what you get. Coffee, five dollars. Vanilla malt, five dollars. Double mocha, five dollars. More or less you are really paying for the chair. I haven’t gone to Insadong yet. That is a place inside Seoul. I guess it is where there are some old castles, and some other historic landmarks. I am thinking I should make it there maybe tomorrow night. Tonight I am going to spend most of my time trying to get the dates printed on these pages for my Quadrangular Chronicle. I want to have that finished so that I can find some boxes and put them in them so that when the people that have them go to transport them, they don’t get all mangled. That way they are a little bit more transportable, and they can get handed from person to person a little bit easier. So that is the plan for tonight, got some work done. Even though I am on the other side of the globe, I still have my little projects that need to get accomplished. I think that no matter where I am, and what I am doing, as long as I am getting some of these personal projects completed, I am successful, at least in my eyes. And isn’t that, for the most part, the only person that I really need to be true to. Now, I need to be truthful with everyone. Honest and truthful. But when it comes to pleasing people, you can please some of the people some of the time, and a few of the people all of the time, but all you really need to please is yourself. Hmmmm? Now that was sounding a little bit selfish. In fact that was sounding a lot of bit selfish. I think I know what I mean there, but I think I am having a hard time describing it. Let me change the subject. Tony is working now. I wrote a little story about he and I and our adventures together, whether they be now or in the past. I really do feel that Tony is more of a friend to me that most of the people I meet. It is really strange the relationship that we have. It is like this deep friendship, that has been going on for as long as I can remember. And really I know that I have only known him ten years, and I know that we only spend at the most three weeks out of the year together, and sometimes only a weekend. But I feel like I have known him for, well, forever. Tony is a good friend. I hope that he stays immature like me, so that we will always be able to hang out together. I am afraid that if one of us starts to become too responsible, or lives won’t be so easy to piece together. We will have to plan things months in advance. Well, I guess this was planned, what, three or four months in advance. But I won’t be able to crash on his sofa for three weeks at a time, and he on mine. Eric just came in the door. He is Tony’s Korean-American friend that he teaches English with. He was just stopping in for a quick nap. I don’t think he knew that I was here. He offered for me to go down to the Woodstock bar again tomorrow night, but I think I should go to the other side of the city and try and see if I can see those palaces. I am also going to have to print up some letters to some people thanking them for helping me with the Quadrangular project. I don’t know if I learned any new words today. I did learn a whole bunch of new letters in the alphabet however. I learned that the ‘I’ sound looks a lot like our ‘I’, just a strait up and down line. Another letter that I learned is the ‘K’, it looks a lot like the ‘Wa’ in Japanese. Tony’s appointment for tonight’s English lesson just called and cancelled, so I think that we might be going out or doing something other that finish my project. I had better get to work here so that I can finish that before he comes home. Darn, I still didn’t comment on the accessibility of Seoul, and about how even the major corporations don’t comply with any type of codes. Tomorrow.

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