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Can’t blame you for taking the trike. I hate and fear muddy trails.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 18/June/2019 @ 5:16 pm
Yeah, I was staring at the ground, trying to see if there were any, uh, fairy rings around the tree.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 18/June/2019 @ 1:05 am
Awesome tree house. Where does your poo go?
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 17/June/2019 @ 5:35 pm
This seems to be an extension of the previous post, in which you talked about how taking a dip into Angeles City served as a healthy reminder of how good you have it where you live. Today’s post is in the same spirit: you’re taking a literary stroll in the precincts of nihilism, but you’re insisting to us readers that that’s not where you live, and you realize how good you have it where you are.
I guess all we can do is take you at your word. Just please don’t end up like Hemingway, i.e. without most of your head.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 14/June/2019 @ 4:53 pm
Man, that Insomnia girl is a skinny little toothpick.
As for your sidewalk star… someday, far in the future, when someone’s giving your eulogy, I hope that that image is blown up large and stands front and center for all the mourners to see. It’s a classic.
Glad you had fun slummin’.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 13/June/2019 @ 7:55 pm
To speak the way the English do, Patrick sounds like a right cunt. I’m glad you read him correctly and put his cowardice on full display, even if doing so required a small sacrifice of your dignity. Twats like that, who rely on being loud and verbal to dominate a room, often only respond to the language of physicality. Watch how Cesar Millan, the “Dog Whisperer,” describes how he handles his dogs, and you come to realize it’s the same mammalian psychology. I’m guessing you won’t get any more cuntery from Patrick going forward.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 12/June/2019 @ 3:36 pm
Oh, yeah: hilarious to see Lucky in wolf mode.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 11/June/2019 @ 5:28 pm
Wow.
“Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.”
—Shakespeare, MacbethOnly 44. Unbelievable. Let Greg’s life stand as a lesson for those with ears to hear, then. That, I think, is Greg’s final gift to the world.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 11/June/2019 @ 5:25 pm
Welcome back!
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 10/June/2019 @ 4:04 pm
I wouldn’t have missed it for the world
May your dogs and the upcoming Hash get you right back into the rhythm of life in the Philippines. Will be looking forward to your posts, which are always educational for those of us who know nothing about the PI.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 09/June/2019 @ 6:14 pm
Love the crabby first picture. Glad to see that selfies don’t come out backward anymore.
Have a good, luxurious flight back!
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 08/June/2019 @ 10:54 pm
There’s nothing quite like working your spiritual problems out just before you leave a place. Heh.
Maybe your next trip here will be a far more pleasant one.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 06/June/2019 @ 9:41 pm
It may be a few years before you finally make peace with life in Korea. Understandable. This country leaves a bad taste in the mouth for many.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 04/June/2019 @ 6:33 pm
Sounds as if there’s much to be sentimental about, except for the price of everything. Happy walking!
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 03/June/2019 @ 7:29 pm
Tasty advice from ol’ Uncle Hannibal.
You had what the French call a “well-watered night.”
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 02/June/2019 @ 7:36 pm
From the Land of the Morning Calm
An impressive amount of walking, indeed. Welcome back to the madness!
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 31/May/2019 @ 8:33 pm
OK. I’ll see you inside the Hamilton’s lobby at noon on Saturday. Safe travels!
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 29/May/2019 @ 6:33 pm
Saturday or Sunday, lunch-ish, will work for me.
It’s not crippling or anything, but I’m hoping the foot problem will go away soon so I can try the walk the following week. How long are you in Korea? I could also try to meet up for dinner on a weekday if the weekend will be reserved for hangover-recovery after a mighty Friday. I normally arrive late at the office and work until late, but I can easily rearrange my work schedule.
We can still go for a Namsan hike, which will be much shorter than a Seoul-Yangpyeong trek. And, hey—it’ll be another chance for you to make me feel like an ass.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 29/May/2019 @ 3:26 pm
I had planned on doing another insane 60-kilometer walk this weekend, but there’s something going on with my right foot, so I’m canceling, and I’ll have time this weekend to meet up. Say the word!
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 29/May/2019 @ 1:43 pm
I have a good friend who used to write “for all intensive purposes.” He also used to spell “university” as “univercity.” I once corrected this friend when he wrote about a “character arch” [when he meant “character arc”], and again when he wrote “afterall” as one word. And he keeps making up excuses for his gaffes, e.g., “It was Auto-correct” or “I was tired” or “I was in a rush.” Sigh… He’s always tired or in a rush or using Auto-correct. Excuses, excuses.
But after a while, you stop correcting such friends because you realize your corrections simply aren’t sinking in. It’s hopeless. He’s a great talker, this friend of mine—a real raconteur. I’m not, but I’m a fairly fastidious writer. It’s enough to make me wonder whether it’s mutually exclusive, being good on paper versus being good verbally. A lot of raconteurs whom I know are horrible at writing—especially spelling. It’s as if they don’t care, or they expect others to do the editing that they themselves ought to do. They’re not self-conscious enough to clean up after themselves, linguistically speaking.
That’s not true of everyone, though: I was happy to see “samgyeopsal” above, instead of the eyeball-bleeding “sam-gyap-sal.”
So, switching gears: just how walkable are the usual trails in the PI when it’s rainy season?
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 27/May/2019 @ 6:42 pm
You’ve doubtless heard the joke about the Scottish uncle who comes to America to visit his American relatives. He’s out with the family to watch a local minor-league baseball game, but he’s having trouble understanding what’s going on. A batter comes to the plate; four pitches go past him; he swings at none of them, then starts walking briskly—not running—to first base.
The Scottish uncle, incensed, stands up and shouts, “Run, ya lazy bastard!” He feels a tug at his sleeve. It’s one of his young American nephews.
“He doesn’t have to run,” the kid explains. “He’s got four balls.” The uncle blinks in astonishment, then stands up again and screams:
“Walk with pride, laddie! Walk with pride!”
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 25/May/2019 @ 10:41 pm
By the way, the dick on the map looks fine, but the balls are kind of old and shriveled. That’s not something you should advertise to the ladies.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 25/May/2019 @ 6:32 pm
Scrambled eggs with ham and potato? So it was on its way to becoming a Spanish omelette, but it got distracted at the local whorehouse, forgot about the potatoes and onion, and picked up some leggy-looking ham and tomatoes?
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 25/May/2019 @ 6:30 pm
May the dark clouds blow away soon. You’ve got people in other countries who’re rooting for you.
As for that tall grass… it reminded me a bit of elephant grass (which is apparently a generic term for several types of tall grass).
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 23/May/2019 @ 3:37 pm
One lifetime, many lives–Chapter Four: So many women, so little time
A whore-ible life. A real whore-or story. You remind me a bit of my sophomore-year roommate Travis, who banged anything that moved, and who juggled several girlfriends at once. The dude was always unconsciously scratching his crotch, though, which made me worry that he might’ve been sharing more than love and DNA with his harem. Last I saw before I left LinkedIn, Travis was leading exactly the opposite of the life he’d led in college: he had gotten married, had had kids, and had become a suit-wearing corporate drone—a far cry from the poetry-writing, guitar-playing, man-whoring, hard-partying dude he used to be. Funny how life works, eh? Some people gotta sow their wild oats, I guess, while others of us take a more measured approach to life. I’m guessing Travis was (still is?) more of a “laugh with the sinners” guy. Life isn’t about crying with the saints. The sinners are much more fun, and hey: only the good die young.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 22/May/2019 @ 6:24 pm
And a good time was had by all. Well done! When do you Hare next?
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 21/May/2019 @ 6:05 pm
Buckminster Fuller had his “Buckyballs,” so it’s only natural that Buddy should have his Buddyballs.
And yeah, when a dog or cat shows its underside without being threatened, that’s definitely a sign of comfort and trust.
Good luck to the Hashers!
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 20/May/2019 @ 3:36 pm
I hope the Hash goes off without a hitch, but I admit I’m morbidly interested in hearing what the complaints might be. Someone’s always gotta bitch about something…
Were the dogs really pouting in that photo? Is that actually what it looks like when they pout? Hilarious, if so.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 19/May/2019 @ 6:06 pm
That really sucks re: the neighbor. Asians often seem to confuse cause and effect when it comes to matters of simple justice. Maybe take Veronica with you on subsequent walks through that neighborhood. She might have a method for distracting the angry dog. Heh.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 18/May/2019 @ 1:34 pm
«« Back To Stats Page“Regardless, we made it there and back again without incident.”
Looks to have been a good walk, Mr. Tolkien.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 17/May/2019 @ 12:37 am