Sometimes there’s a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road.
This morning I had my follow-up visit with the cardiologist at Soonchunhwang hospital. I walked over. Afterwards I walked on in to work. Given that I was on sick leave, I took the long way there. Via the river route.
And then I did another hour at lunch. 17,757 steps all told. Just over 10K in 2 hours 45 minutes. The highlight of my day. Gotta take pleasure where you find it I suppose.
Laundry, a steak dinner, and dart league stats after work. Finished the night with several gin and sodas at Shenanigans.
And so it goes.
Even if you say it’s not.
Other shit I saw:
Two hours on the road. And hours yet to kill before the bar opens. Guess I’ll go to Amazon and see if I might purchase a life…
Some people say I have a dirty mouth. Fuck that shit.
I did get a dental cleaning today from the ambiguously gendered Dr. Sohn. Except for a cracked filling and my gums needing a little TLC I’m doing fine. She said I could get the filling fixed soon or come back for a root canal later. Hmm, decisions, decisions…
For the record, I think she is a great dentist and a female. I recommend her highly.
As in walked to work. And walked for a full hour at lunch. Then walked home. Then I walked to the bar.
A ham and cheese omelette for breakfast. Tuna, a boiled egg, and a pickle for lunch. And a salad for dinner. I’m all in baby!
How long till I’m handsome again? Don’t answer that!
The barkeep at Shenanigans gave me this advice: “You’ve got to love yourself, no one else is going to”. I responded “ouch” and she professed that is not the way she meant it.
Still, she could be right. But I’m feeling better regardless…
And today I got a call at work and the person on the other end said “first of all, I really enjoy your blog…:”
I am always pleased to discover random readers. And also glad I rarely blog about my working life. Anyway, good to know you are out there Jerry!
And that’s about it for now. Stay with me. Things are on the upswing!
I’d toyed with the idea of turning my fascinating posts into a book someday. And now someone has stolen the obvious title.
In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next
52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 4 3 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 31 30 29 28 27 26 25 24 23 22 21 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history. I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found. And mediocre is too hard to spell.)
Two years ago found me being disappointed yet again by the incompetent fucks at the United States Citizenship and Immigration Service. I wrote about it in a post called “Good news, bad news”.
I had been waiting as patiently as I am able for news of the green card (permanent residency) for Jee Yeun for which I had applied back in April. The letter I got in the mail that day wasn’t the news I was hoping for. Granted, the letter started out by saying that Jee Yeun wouldn’t have to sit for an interview. But it went on to advise that “due to workload factors not related to your case, USCIS anticipates a delay in completing your case.” A six month delay in fact. See, USCIS was working hard to process the kids of illegals first, American citizens be damned. Do I still sound pissed about that?
Ah well, now I live and work in Korea. How that will impact the green card Jee Yeun received remains to be seen. Since I’m working for Uncle Sam here I understand that Jee Yeun will still be considered a resident of the USA. But those USCIS bureaucrats are tricky bastards. Unless you are coming in from Mexico. We’ll see.
Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul.”
A fascinating story: “A stranger e-mailed saying he planned to kill himself. What was I supposed to do?”
The guy walked across the country in his twenties in order to have his story heard. Forty plus years later he’s teaching English in Japan, blogging and still writing books no one reads.
And then the day came when he had said everything he wanted to say.
Worth the read.
Not a good condition to be in when you’re fixing to spend the next 14 hours in a metal tube. Ah well.
Long layover this morning in Atlanta, but my flight to Seoul will board in an hour or so. I’ll keep holding on.
Some of these are pretty nice. Been awhile since I’ve seen you write in this genre Mr. Kim. Hint, hint.
So in the latest salvo in the grammar wars, Steven Pinker is taken to task by Nathan Heller in The New Yorker. I read the whole thing and it made my head swim. Here’s a taste:
This tendency to add complexity, ambiguity, and doubt is a troubling feature of Pinker’s rules. He fights pedantry with more pedantry. He doesn’t want to concede that the phrase “very unique” makes no sense (things are either unique or not), so he mounts an odd defense. Look at two snowflakes from far away, he says, and they no longer seem unique: “The concept ‘unique’ is meaningful only after you specify which qualities are of interest to you and which degree of resolution or grain size you’re applying.” If we did all that, we wouldn’t need the word.
You can read the rest at the link above if you dare (or care). I’m just an old dog with no motivation to learn new grammar tricks. So you can count on me firmly maintaining my position in the “descriptivism” school of grammar. I love the fact that there even is such a school. Warms the cockles of my libertarian heart.
Hat Tip to Althouse.
Shaving off the beard proved to be a royal pain in the ass. Took about six razors because they kept getting jammed with hair. I had tried to buy one of those old fashioned razors with the double edged blade. Found the blades but no razor to put them in. So I bought a cheap-ass set of disposables and hacked away. The ‘stache ain’t right yet, but I lost interest. Now it’s off to get a haircut…
Commenter Kevin asks if I would recommend the television series Justified and if so, why? The first part is easy: I highly recommend the show. As to the why, I really suck at writing reviews so I’ll just offer up my general impressions and the things I liked enough to keep me watching (26 episodes in 48 hours). Of course I don’t have a life, but still.
You can get a pretty good synopsis of the show’s premise at the link above. Basically, it’s the story of the exploits of a quick-on-the-draw U.S. Marshal based in rural Kentucky. Think of Matt Dillon in the 21st century. Timothy Olyphant (you probably remember him from Deadwood) is outstanding in the lead role as Raylan Givens. In the category of things I like, consistently excellent acting from almost all the featured characters is pretty high on my list.
I have a pretty low tolerance for stupid so I find it difficult to find shows on TV that hold my interest. The writing on Justified is witty and gritty. There’s plenty of action to keep you entertained, but the writers also develop complex and believable characters that you can care about. Even the bad guys. I was pleasantly surprised to find a television series set in the South that didn’t rely on the tired old stupid redneck stereotypes. Don’t get me wrong, the show is chock full of hillbillies, but lots of them are quite intelligent despite the way they talk. Just like in real life. I particularly like Boyd Crowder, Deputy Marshal Givens’ main antagonist. The “uneducated” son of a coal miner and Harlan County’s crime boss sounds stupid until you listen to what he says–who’d expect a dumb hick to be quoting Walt Whitman? I especially liked how the carpetbaggers from Detroit “misunderestimated” their adversary. Wish YouTube had some decent clips I could share of some of those interactions. Anyway, it’s just refreshing to see Southerners portrayed as other than caricatures.
Each season has it’s own story arc, which helps keep things fresh what with characters being killed off and new ones introduced. I’ve found it all consistently entertaining and I think you will to. Enjoy
According to this article in Mail Online, “there is no such thing as a vaginal orgasm, a clitoral orgasm or even a G-spot Instead, the umbrella term ‘female orgasm’ should be used, the study authors argue.”
Well, I guess it was just a matter of time until the political correctness virus invaded the sanctity of our bedrooms. I’m no scientist but I have it on good authority that there are in fact three types of female orgasms. An old girlfriend told me so. Of course, I asked her to explain and here’s what told me.
First, you have the affirmative orgasm which sounds like this: oh yes! oh yes! oh yes!
And then there’s the religious orgasm: oh god! oh god! oh god!
“So, what’s the third type?” I asked her.
She laughed and said well that’s the fake orgasm–“oh John! oh John! oh John!”
I don’t miss that bitch at all.