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Uh… better luck next time?
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 21/March/2012 @ 4:21 pm
I love it when my voice gets all raspy. Enjoy your Godfather (Perv-father?) status while you can.
BTW, I’m enjoying these pics from your youth. As the proverb goes: the child is the father of the man.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 13/March/2012 @ 3:49 pm
I have never felt closer to the Korean people…
“like a wave of pus escaping from an overripe zit”
Strikingly apt simile.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 06/March/2012 @ 1:28 pm
Do you think the long trip from the US might have done this to you? If so, you might want to avoid any more mountain hiking until you’ve gotten the problem taken care of. It’s a short hop from where you are to Pneumoniaville.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 05/March/2012 @ 1:26 pm
I’ve read your long-ass post, and humbly thank you for the shout-out.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 04/March/2012 @ 8:49 am
May it all go well!
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 29/February/2012 @ 12:13 pm
Kudos! You’re reminding me that I need to get off my fat ass and start exercising again.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 24/February/2012 @ 1:55 pm
A tale worthy of Stephen King.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 20/February/2012 @ 5:21 pm
“in front of genitive construction”
Pardon my brain fart:
“in front of a genitive construction”
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 11/February/2012 @ 9:28 am
“Sweet my home” follows Korean grammar, for sure. Very often there’s an adjective in front of genitive construction. Other Konglishy examples might be “So wonderful my son” (i.e., “my son, who is so wonderful” or “my wonderful son”) or “Very happy our family.”
Home, sweet home, indeed.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 11/February/2012 @ 9:27 am
Good to be home, eh?
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 10/February/2012 @ 2:14 pm
Ending and Beginning: the same dragon, always chasing its tail.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 09/February/2012 @ 2:26 am
Fly me away on the big blue bird
My sentiments exactly. Happy trails, man.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 08/February/2012 @ 3:10 am
Interesting!
And in typically Korean fashion, the English-language designation on the street sign says one thing while the Korean-language designation says another! “Korea Way” vs. “Korea Town” (or “Koreatown,” I guess).
Had the Korean-language designation been a true translation, it would have said “Hanguk-no” (í•œêµë¡œ) or “Hanguk-gil” (í•œêµê¸¸).
There’s a Korean Zen temple in Germantown, Maryland that does the same thing. The English-language name for the temple is “American Zen College,” but the Chinese characters simply say “Hanguk-sa,” i.e., “Korean Temple.” I see this same phenomenon– the translation that isn’t a translation– on the marquees of many Chinese restaurants.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 07/February/2012 @ 2:39 am
Good luck as you finalize things Stateside, and if I don’t have the chance to say this later, have a marvelous trip to– and a marvelous time in– Korea. Please remind me: you’re there for the long haul?
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 05/February/2012 @ 6:31 am
I hope it was tasty.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 27/January/2012 @ 2:48 am
She worked on the 7th floor, in the Finance Department, usually doing Accounts Payable, but sometimes also Accounts Receivable. Scary bit of trivia: one of Mom’s coworkers was the Japanese-American wife of this guy. I knew Eri well; never liked her that much. Saw (and liked) her husband even less.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 21/January/2012 @ 12:59 pm
Interesting. My mother worked at NALC’s head office in DC for most of her life. She was constantly rubbing elbows with the likes of Vincent Sombrotto, the enfant terrible Bill Young (loud, and cussed a lot), and all the rest. Many of the NALC office ladies came to Mom’s memorial service.
I even temped there for a time, back in the late 1980s and early 1990s, doing boring-as-hell data entry work and trying not to fall asleep. One of my less-boring tasks involved writing an article on world religions for NALC’s magazine, the Postal Record.
Over the years, I watched bosses come and go; Mom’s favorite was Richard O’Connell, who used to call her “Sukie.” (Her real name is Suk Ja. She hated the Japanese-sounding “Sukie,” but didn’t have the heart to tell O’Connell to stop calling her that.) Mom would often come home with war stories about her day– who was fighting with whom, who was being a jerk to her, etc. In the end, though, she liked her job and she did it excellently.
Amazing. An NALC connection.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 21/January/2012 @ 2:38 am
We share solemn Januaries. Good luck as you prep for Korea, and hugs to you and yours as you remember your loving mom.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 19/January/2012 @ 10:41 am
The Adam and Eve of Koreans in America?
I’m sorry, John, but your link doesn’t seem to lead anywhere but back here.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 18/January/2012 @ 12:18 pm
Happy New Year, John. Peace and good fortune in 2012, for you and yours.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 01/January/2012 @ 9:40 am
Dang, I thought it was Queens, NYC!
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 31/December/2011 @ 3:45 am
So close you could touch it.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 19/December/2011 @ 3:39 am
Really nice pics. Thanks for the tour.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 13/December/2011 @ 2:01 am
The Joy of Plummeting
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 12/December/2011 @ 3:19 am
Is that cow wearing BOOTS?
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 10/December/2011 @ 5:50 am
I think I have a similar photo somewhere on Ye Olde Blogge… ah. Here we are. You’ll have to scroll way down to see the photo in question.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 07/December/2011 @ 3:33 am
…and now, with the hiking part over with, you have to scale the side of the tower.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 07/December/2011 @ 1:28 am
In recognition of Black Friday…
One of my classmates in grad school at Catholic U., an Irish priest named Michael McGrath, once told this joke:
The teacher looked out at the class and said, “Class, for this exercise, I want you to think a moment and then use the word ‘lovely’ twice in a sentence.”
After a minute or so of silence, the teacher said, “Glynnis! Give me a sentence.”
Little Glynnis stood and warbled, “On a lovely afternoon, I saw some lovely flowers.”
“Excellent!” the teacher beamed. “And you, Johnny? Have you a sentence, too?”
Johnny stood nervously, then said, “My sis came home one day and told me Da she was pregnant, and ’twas Sean O’Malley who done it. Me Da looked at me sis and said, ‘Lovely; fucking lovely.'”
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 26/November/2011 @ 4:24 am
«« Back To Stats PageWow– that place is still around, eh?
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving.
» Posted By Kevin Kim On 26/November/2011 @ 12:54 am