About John McCrarey

Born and raised in southern California. My career exodus has taken me to Arizona, Oklahoma, Arkansas, South Carolina, Virginia, and Washington, DC. And as of 23 January 2005, Seoul, Korea. Married with 6 grown children (blended family). First grandchild is in the oven! I created this blog to document my adventures as an expat living and working in Korea. I'm also pretty confident that I will on occasion feel the need to express my views on current events and other matters I find of interest.

Othering

As I’ve gone through the LTG archives for the “ten years of blogging” series I’ve been pretty surprised at how much I used to write about politics.  And now I almost never do. Which got me to thinking about why that is.

One obvious answer is that I really didn’t have anything unique to say; others had already made the arguments much more articulately. So it was getting to be an exercise in posting a link and a “what he said” type thing.  I also became painfully aware that a blog post was never going to change anyone’s mind irrespective of the facts, logic, or common sense rightness of your argument.  And that’s fine as well I suppose.  Sometimes it’s all about the debate–the back and forth of having your views challenged, being confronted with new ideas and concepts you might not have considered, and coming away with at least a better understanding of your opponents position.

Except these days that almost never happens.  Instead, if you express a contrary viewpoint you are simply labeled and put in a box with those “others”.  Sometimes it’s extreme.  I posted a comment on a blog challenging the concept of “settled science” as it relates to global warming and the response was “I have zero respect for you people and I hope you all contract cancer and die painful and slow deaths.”  Alrighty then.

Want to talk about limiting the power of the federal government and/or tax reform?  You’re a filthy teabagger.  Have a policy disagreement with President Obama–you must be racist.  Question campus rape statistics and your are a misogynist rape denier.  If you want to call evildoers of the Muslim faith to task for their atrocities?  You must be an Islamaphobe.  Hell, you can be the President of the United States, but if you call out a senator from your own party over a policy dispute–yep, that’s sexist.  Anyway, you get the idea.  There’s no such thing as having reasonable contrary opinion, your motivation for disagreeing is always suspect.  Of course, as a white male my feeling this way is most certainly a failure to check my privilege.  For those not in the know, being told to “check your privilege” translates to “shut up, I don’t want to hear what you have to say”.

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What this really is all about is an attack on the diversity of ideas, or more precisely, an attempt to eliminate free speech.  When simple disagreement on a topic becomes “hate speech”, free speech ceases to exist.  You see this manifested most often at those bastions of open-mindedness–universities.  Stray from the accepted way of thinking, no matter how small the transgression, and face banishment.  Just ask these uninvited commencement speakers.

Someone should write a book about this.  Oh wait, they did.  In her book aptly called The Silencing, lifelong liberal Kirsten Powers laments the “Left’s forced march towards conformity in an exposé of the illiberal war on free speech. No longer champions of tolerance and free speech, the “illiberal Left” now viciously attacks and silences anyone with alternative points of view.”  As you might imagine, the response from her fellow travelers was as swift as it was harsh. So much for speaking truth to power I suppose.

By now you must be thinking, why are we being subjected to this diatribe?  I go days and days without posting and then I start in on this post and don’t know when to stop.  Well, I’m getting there.  But I’ve actually been thinking about this topic for quite some time now.  And I started thinking about it when I read this post over at Kevin Kim’s blog.  The topic was the Supreme Court hearing regarding gay marriage rights.  Kevin took issue with his friend Malcolm’s post basically saying the court should leave the matter for the state’s to decide. Both made good and reasonable arguments, and it appeared to be a situation where they would agree to disagree and move on.

But then something all too familiar happened in the comments.  After Malcolm thoughtfully responded to Kevin, a commenter named “Tony” weighed in with the nuanced view that Malcolm was a homophobe.  Malcolm responded politely by saying he was not taking a stand on gay marriage per se, only on whether this was an appropriate case for the Supreme Court.  Kevin defended Malcolm as well, saying he knew for a fact that Malcolm had no personal bias against gay folk.  To which Tony responded “nope, he’s a homophobe”.  Kevin eventually just shut down comments on that post.

Which I guess just goes to prove that the “othering” tactic works pretty much as intended. I don’t even bother responding to all the silly political memes on Facebook anymore for the same reason.  Sometimes I actually start, and then I think, no, what’s the point?  It will just end up in name calling.

A nice quote from the poet W.B. Yeats which I have shameless stolen from Kevin's blog...

A nice quote from the poet W.B. Yeats which I have shamelessly stolen from Kevin’s blog…

I do want to note that while I have pretty much given up on the internet as a viable forum for political debate, I have not been completely silenced.  I will on occasion engage with lefty friends and acquaintances in person.  This too has it’s frustrations.  One friend always insists that I’m just regurgitating Fox News talking points.  Which I find funny because I don’t recall the last time I actually saw a Fox News broadcast.  Anyway, I’ve had several beer fueled discussions with so-called liberals that were actually quite enjoyable and stimulating.  The odd thing is that once we move past the stereotypes and get down to the issue, we almost always find points of agreement on the problem, if not the solution.  The point is when people actually talk to each other as opposed to at each other, it often turns out that we are not as far apart as it may otherwise seem.

I’ll take whatever comfort there is to be found in that.

I do not have a drinking problem

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 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.)

I drink, I get drunk, I fall down–no problem!

Seven years ago I fell down in Metro Bar and I wrote about the event in a post called “Last night had me in stitches”.

Now, I know the impression that leaves is that I was falling down drunk.  But that is really not the case.  Yes, I had been drinking but I steadfastly maintain that was not the proximate cause of my balance issues.  Fact of the matter is I blacked out.  Witnesses say I stood up, started coughing, and then hit the floor.  Seems to me it was more likely an oxygen to the brain issue unrelated to the beers I had consumed.  It was the second time I had blacked out like that, and thankfully it was the last.

Some damage was done however.  The stitches in my head were the least of my worries. During the fall I had somehow managed to basically filet my pinky finger.  It wouldn’t heal properly, so I finally had to get a skin graft.  Hurt like a mother fucker too.

Ah well, it’s all healed and good as new now.  And I have the scar to prove it.

UPDATE: Here’s a fun fact:  Drunken falls kill more people in Wisconsin than drunken drivers.  And I don’t recall ever being in Wisconsin.

Week tea

Ah, it’s been a week since I last posted.  You ain’t missed much, trust me.  Truth is I’ve been in something of a funk.  Just tired and unmotivated and generally out of sorts.  But here I am and here you are so let me share some random-ass shit.

Jee Yeun’s aunt died on Friday.  Her favorite aunt, the one she used to stay with in the countryside.  Heart attack apparently, so she went quick at least.  I’d never met the woman, but it’s sad to see Jee Yeun grieving.  Well, I’m not seeing it now because she’s left for the funeral, which in Korea is a three day affair.

Today makes four weeks without a cigarette.  I have done some vaping when the urge for nicotine is especially strong, like when I’m out drinking throwing darts.  The new anti-smoking laws here in Korea apparently include vaping, or at least there’s enough confusion about the law’s applicability that most bars make me take it outside.  So far, my favorite bar has allowed me to puff inside which is nice.  The other day a guy came up to me and asked me what flavor oil I was using.  I honestly don’t remember, I’m all about the nicotine.  He laughed and said he and his buds had been smelling what they thought was someone baking cupcakes.  I was surprised because I was intentionally sitting near an open window so as not to be offensive.  I apologized, but he said no, it’s actually quite pleasant although he said he was now hungry for something freshly baked.

I had filled a prescription for Champix several weeks ago in anticipation of the day when I would again attempt to quit cigarettes.  So I added it in to my daily pill ritual.  I’ve taken the drug before and the only side effect was having some pretty vivid and intense dreams. This time around I found it difficult to fall asleep (my mind seemed to always be racing with random and disjointed thoughts).  Once I managed sleep, the dreams were much more intense (and more nightmarish) than what I’d previously experienced.  So, I’d wake up and repeat the cycle of trying to get back to sleep only to be reawakened by another bizarre dream.  Needless to say, it did not make for a restful and satisfying sleep.  Hence, I was always tired which may explain my lack of motivation.  I finally had to give up on the Chanmpix a couple of days ago, and things are going back to normal nocturnally speaking.

I’m between jobs which has also disrupted my weekly routine.  Who knew I’d actually miss getting up and going to work?  Presumably I’m still on track to start the new gig on the 18th.  I got an email on Thursday indicating that a security clearance has been initiated and I should stand by for further instructions.  And I’m still waiting.  It’s frustrating because I just did all that security paperwork (everywhere I lived and worked with names and addresses of people who can verify those facts) a couple of months ago.  But whatever, I have no choice but to go along to get along.

I’ve also been feeling grumpier than usual.  It’s just too bad that I don’t have a yard so I could yell at kids to  “get off my lawn” now and then.  Instead, I got a little angry at darts on Monday night when a hot-shot Korean was more interested in running up the score than in winning the game.  And then on Friday night I got pissed at Dolce Vita and walked out without playing in the tournament.  Here’s the thing.  I’ve been a patron of DV for ten years now.  That doesn’t make me special, but it does make me a regular.  And I’ve been ordering the same goddamn thing every time I’ve been there–a mug of Cass beer.  There were two other people sitting at the bar, but I set myself up at a table near the dart boards. Now, although the bartender (who happens to be the owner’s niece) made eye contact she didn’t offer a welcome or a greeting.  I don’t require those basic courtesies, but I do expect to be served.  And for whatever reason, I decided to take a stand by refusing to go to the bar to place my order.  It’s her job to come to me.  So after several minutes of a Mexican standoff, I packed up my darts and headed for the door.  One of the guys at the bar asked me where I was going.  I responded “somewhere where I will be served a beer” and walked on out.  Shocking, eh?  Keeping it all in perspective, I was no where near this angry.

After my early exit from Dolce Vita I hiked over to Sin Bin, the bar that has a competing Friday night tourney.  They’ve been trying to get me out there for quite some time, but I’ve stupidly always been loyal to DV.  And even in my pissy mood I couldn’t quite bring myself to play their tourney.  Fact is, I’ve been unhappy with the fact that Sin Bin chose to split the crowd on Friday’s rather than do a tourney on another available night (Saturday for instance).  Anyway, I chatted with some folks and enjoyed the promptly served beer. Afterwards, I went on an old fashioned Itaewon bar crawl, visiting some of my favorite old haunts from days gone by.  Got good service everywhere and had a pretty good time before heading home satisfyingly inebriated.

Last night I met up with my nephew Justin at Shenanigans and we had an enjoyable time shooting the shit, drinking beers, and doing shots.  I’m always trying to hook the boy up with one of the cute bar girls, but have not had much success in that regard.  There was a new gal last night so I got the ball rolling for him.  Turns out she has a boyfriend in Canada, but she still seemed to enjoy the attention.  She got off work about the time I was leaving and she invited Justin to join her and her friends for a drink.  He seemed pretty happy about that.

Living in Gireum is a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes.  The thing I like least is having to rush out of Itaewon with ample time to catch the last subway home.  I was taking no chances last night, so I headed to the station well before 11:30.  Got to Itaewon station just in time to board the train for my connection at Samgakji.  Where I waited and waited until a train finally arrived, which proved to be the last one of the night.  And it was only going as far as Hangsun University station, two stops prior to Gireum.  And so like magic, my foul mood returned.

So it’s after midnight, I’m without my Korean guide, and wasn’t exactly sure which exit would lead me to the right bus stop.  At least I knew I needed to catch the 143 bus.  The thing is, once the subway stops running you have hundreds of people exiting the station at the same time.  I guessed the exit that my drunken sense of direction told me was right, and sure enough there was a bus stop.  Swarming with people so thick it took my several minutes of salmon-like maneuvering to get anywhere near the place where buses were loading.  And there were lots of buses, but no 143.  I glanced over at the electronic sign announcing arrivals and didn’t see the 143 listed.  I figured I was at the wrong bus stop or the last 143 bus had already come and gone.  So I crossed the street in search of a cab. Ha!  I’m such a dreamer.  There wasn’t an empty cab in sight, and even if there was one coming, I’d reckon at least ten people were on the street in front of me hoping for a miracle.

My leg was hurting again so I was not feeling good about the prospect of finding my way to Gireum on foot.  As I stood there mentally cursing my foul luck, what should appear out of the blue–the 143!  Of course, now I was on the wrong side of the street from the bus stop. Decisions, decisions.  Do I risk jaywalking in heavy traffic or play it safe and potentially miss the only bus I knew was coming.  Fuck that, I ain’t missing the bus!  There was a fortuitous gap in the cars and I used my Frogger skills to make a successful dash for the bus.  Which I boarded and then stood (no seats available of course) feeling foolish while the driver waited for the passenger’s who had the good sense to use the crosswalk with the light.  I made it home though, so there’s that.

And that’s pretty much what you missed during the week I couldn’t be bothered to write a post.  You can thank me in the comments.

 

Come what May

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 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.)

Five years ago I made my way up into the mountains to visit a Buddhist Temple that Jee Yeun favors.  I wrote about in a post called A trek to Dosonsa Temple.

More pictures than words at the link if you are interested in that kind of thing.

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The remains of the day

Took my last bus ride out to the K-16 Air Base in Seongnam yesterday.  I was accompanied by my newly hired replacement so that I might show her the ropes.  Such as they are.

It was a relatively busy afternoon as we needed to change the passwords on every computer in the Multi-use Learning Facility (MLF).  The printer finally got fixed, so I had to set up all the computers with the printer’s IP address.  And at around 1430 we got our first customer of the day!

Said customer was a newly arrived soldier who had some stuff he needed to print, so I was very pleased that for the first time in weeks I was able to accommodate his request. He was having trouble with one document and he called me over for assistance.  Now, I’m the original techno-peasant so I was fearful the problem would be beyond my limited capabilities to resolve.  Seems he needed to print out a copy of his lease so that his state-side wife could receive payment of the basic housing allowance (BHA) benefit.  The problem was only the first page of the five-page document would print.

My resolution was to download and save the lease as a PDF.  And sure enough, all pages printed out just fine.  The soldier was happy/relieved and he told me “you just made my day”.  Which of course made mine.

And so ended my tenure with the Army Education Center.

 

As the dart flies

For those of you following the Itaewon dart scene, here’s the latest:

I managed a mirror image of the 16-0 shellacking I suffered in my previous Singles League outing, beating this week’s opponent 16-0.  Is the slump over?  Stay tuned.

In Monday night Pub League action, the Dillinger’s Dartitis Quarintine clenched second place in the Seoul International Dart League.  We beat Sin Bin 25-14 last night to earn that honor.  First place is securely held by our sister team, the Dillinger’s Dill Pickles.  They are just too damn good beat, but at least we won’t have to face them straight away when playoffs commence.

I went 6-0 in singles, and 3-3 in doubles.  I’ll take a 9-3 night anytime.

And that’s how things stand.

Well met indeed

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 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.)

One year ago I encountered the Big Hominid for the first time and wrote about it in a post called The nicest guy I’d never met.  We enjoyed us some Brazilian steak and conversation.  We’ve gotten together twice in the intervening year which I reckon to be more than I see most of the people I know and like.

Chances are good we’ll meet again one soon.

Carved right from skewer and onto your plate via Kevin's deft handling of the tongs.

Carved right from skewer and onto your plate via Kevin’s deft handling of the tongs.

 

And now for some good news

 

Speaking of the old job, I submitted my formal resignation yesterday effective next Monday.  The boss asked if I was really sure this time because he wouldn’t entertain another round of “never minds”.  I told him yes, this time I really, really mean it.  Truth is, he has a woman ready, willing, and able to take the reins at K-16 who has been patiently waiting for me to get out of the way.  If there is any delay in starting my new job I’ll just have to deal with the inconvenience of losing base access in the interim.  Time to move on.

In other news, I got up early this morning and journeyed out to Hannam-dong for my appointment with the hilarious Dr. Yu.  I told him about my persistent cough/sore throat. He listened to my chest and said “it’s not pneumonia” (which apparently is going around). I told him I was more concerned about cancer.  He pooh-poohed this notion, but told me he’d send me for a chest and sinus x-ray to alleviate my worries.  Actually what he said was “so your worries will fly away” while flapping his arms like wings.  Told you he was hilarious.

So, the x-rays come back and it turns out I have sinusitis.  And my lungs are clear, other than some mucous.  Looks like I dodged the cancer bullet again.  Woot!

Came away with some new additions to my daily pill regimen. It seems like I'm becoming my parents. And things didn't end well for them. Although, if I make it as far as they did I'll have no complaints.

Came away with some new additions to my daily pill regimen. It seems like I’m becoming my parents. And things didn’t end well for them. Although, if I make it as far as they did I’ll have no complaints.

Dr. Yu sent me on my way with his standard entreaty to drink more water.  I told him I drink plenty of OB (my preferred Korean beer).  He agreed that OB “is mostly water”. Hilarious.

 

Coffin

It looks like I’ve quit smoking again.  Apparently.  As I’ve been known to say, quitting is easy, it’s the not starting again that’s the hard part.

What’s odd about this time is that I had no specific plan to give up cigarettes.  No psyching myself up with a target date, no drugs or stop smoking aids, and no more than the usual admonishments of the wife.  I didn’t make the decision to quit, my body did.

Saturday night I had a really bad coughing fit.  I went out Sunday morning for a smoke and it just didn’t taste good.  I tried again in the afternoon, got halfway through, and it was just yuck, so I put it out.  And I haven’t smoked since.  Now, I was a 20+ cigarette (sometimes twice that) so this has been a pretty significant break.  It’s not to say I don’t get the urge, but those urges are based on habits (like being bored at work or writing a blog post like this one) not a craving for nicotine.  I guess my body has just had enough.

Now the question is did I wait too long.  The cough is persistent and coming from somewhere deep in my chest.  The coughing fits are sometimes painful.  And my throat is sore.  So, I’m going to try and get an appointment with the hilarious Dr. Yu.  I’d like a chest x-ray and whatever other tests they might run to see if I’m dying.  I just read about some minor celebrity (who’s name I’ve already forgotten) who had a persistent cough, was diagnosed with esophagus cancer, and was dead within thirty days.  I’d like to avoid that fate of course, but if my time is up there are many things I need to take care of.  I’d rather know than not.

I also want to know what’s up with the intermittent pain in my left leg.  And now the arch of my right foot is also a source of pain.  I could barely stumble to the bathroom this morning.  I mean, I’m old, but not this old.  Yet.

Another one bites the dust

Yesterday I journeyed out to the countryside near Songtan.  It was a pain in the ass getting there, but my buddy James was doing the Korean wedding ceremony thing and it was my honor to attend.

That would be James...

That would be James…

The lovely Hyesun. I guess "better half" is pretty cliche, although in this case there can be no disputing who got the best end of this deal.

The lovely Hye Seon. I guess “better half” is pretty cliche, although in this case there can be no disputing who got the best end of this deal.

With the parents...

With the parents…

The waeguk table...

The waeguk table…

Hyesun shed some tears of joy...or relief that the ordeal was nearly over...

Hye Seon shed some tears of joy…or relief that the ordeal was nearly over…

Ain't they sweet?

Ain’t they sweet?

Our table put in a pretty good days work.  I'm quite certain no one came close to matching our consumption...

Our table put in a pretty good days work. I’m quite certain no one came close to matching our rate of consumption…

It turned out to be a fine day.

 

MT

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 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.)

Six years ago I wrote about my first experience with an MT (membership training) getaway with my Blue Bulls darts teammates in a post called from Back from Busan.

Lots of photos at the link.  We did food, drink, and darts and everything else is a little fuzzy.

We did stay at a pretty cool hotel, the Commodore.

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And enjoyed our ride down on the KTX.

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And by the end of the weekend we weren’t too much worse for the wear, although I do recall a couple of my mates sporting hangovers.

Good times!

Good times!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riding the roller coaster

As depressed as I was on Friday, I was equally manic yesterday. Which is not a commentary on the state of my mental health.

 

I can’t imagine anything else going wrong at this point, but I’ve been disappointed before. Gonna keep thinking positive thoughts though.  I’m looking forward to rejoining my DHRM family more than ever.

Skunked

Still reeling from Friday’s disappointing news I ventured into Itaewon for my Seoul Sunday Singles League match against league leader Wallace.

Prior to my departure Jee Yeun asks me who will I be playing. I answer “Wallace”. She says, you are Walrus. I say yeah, and I’m playing Wallace. She responds No, you are Walrus! Then I understood. Wallace and Walrus sound exactly the same in Konglish. That conversation turned out to be the highlight of my day.

Wallace was unbeatable, taking the match 16-0.  Well, I had some chances to win a leg here and there but every time I got close I managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.  It was frustrating and frankly embarrassing.

In Monday night action I started out much better, going 5-1 in singles.  Followed up with an 0-6 performance in doubles which didn’t help my mood.

Onward and upward.

I’m taking what they’re giving ’cause I’m working for a living

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 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.)

Ten years ago I wrote about a special ceremony honoring an employee of mine in a post called “50 years”.  As you may have surmised the occasion marked the 50th anniversary of Mr. Kim Yong-tae’s service to the government of the United States.

During my ill-fated visit to the old office yesterday I congratulated Mr. Kim on completing SIXTY years of service.  To put that in perspective, Mr. Kim has been with USFK longer than I’ve been alive.  And I’m an old motherfucker.

Mr. Kim is a remarkable individual.  Smart, low-key, hardworking.  The kind of guy bosses dream of having in their employ.  I recall one day asking him about the war years.  He was a teenager back then and his family was forced to evacuate Seoul twice.  The first time they walked to Busan, a journey that took about three months.  It was no walk in the park though.  His mother was pregnant and gave birth about mid-way through the trip.  With appalling frequency north Korean fighter jets would strafe the procession of refugees walking down the road.  He recalled the day they passed the dead body of a mother still clutching her crying infant in her arms.  I asked him what they did and he grimaced and said “we kept on walking.  We could barely keep ourselves alive”.  Hard to imagine what that must have been like.

Well, I’m still hoping to be working with Mr. Kim again one day.

One of these guys hasn't aged a bit in ten years.  The other is me.

One of these guys hasn’t aged a bit in ten years. The other is me.

 

Remembering the time I was attacked by a cougar in Arizona

While at work yesterday I wound up taking a trip. Right down memory lane. I saw something on the internet that led me somewhere else and then took me to a link for Steve McQueen. I clicked that and was reminded of the movie Junior Bonner.

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It was filmed in Prescott, Arizona. I used to live in Prescott. The song that played during the opening credits was “Arizona Morning” by Rod Hart, a Prescott musician.

He was lots younger back then, but so was I.

He was lots younger back then, but so was I.

Hart and his band used to play at the Wagon Wheel, a club I’d frequent when the urge to country dance hit me.

Prescott's famous "Whiskey Row", which as the name implies is a street filled with bars.  Back in the day they were almost exclusively country bars...

Prescott’s famous “Whiskey Row”, which as the name implies is a street filled with bars. Back in the day they were almost exclusively country bars…

And then I recalled a woman I used to dance with and how I met her. I was taking classes at Yavapai Community College and she was my instructor. One day after class she asked if anyone was interested in taking “country swing” dance lessons with her, and I volunteered. She was at least 10 years older than me (I was 25). We got along great and before long we were doing horizontal dancing as well. Until one day she asked me to father a child for her “no strings attached”. That freaked me out big time and I ran for the hills, leaving her and her biological clock in my dust. I hadn’t thought of her for some 30-odd years. Until I heard this song we used to dance to again.

Morning, Arizona morning
Almost sets me free
Makes me glad to be alive
Wondering, why I started wandering
Should have stayed right here
Underneath the clear blue skies

Sadness, changing now to gladness
With the rustle of the breeze through the pinyon trees
Where I lay
In the morning, Arizona morning
A place where I can smile
And see a hundred miles away

The birds are flying high above the morning
Singing to the colors of the dawn
And in my mind I hear a gentle warning
You’ve been a wrangler and a rambler
Much too long

And a rover. Wishing it was over
All my battles won, resting in the sun this way
In the morning, Arizona morning
Coming home today, wishing I could stay
Wishing I could stay.

https://youtu.be/VO3uhjah6xU

 

 

Potpourri

Things you may have missed.

It's cherry blossom season.  This is the street I traverse on the way to the bus station at U.S. Army Garrison-Yongsan.

It’s cherry blossom season. This is the street I traverse on the way to the bus station at U.S. Army Garrison-Yongsan.

Blossoms and barbed wire, does it get any better than that?

Blossoms and barbed wire, does it get any better than that?

The other day I went to the neighborhood 7-11 to buy some smokes. As is my custom I told the clerk “dongbae Marlboro silver chuseyo”. He pointed at the black pack and I said “anio, silver”. He pointed at the gold pack and I repeated “silver”. I finally had to gesture to where the ones I wanted were. He pulled them from the rack, pointed at the word silver, and proceeded to instruct me in how to pronounce the word “silver”. Apparently, it’s “shil-bah”. Who knew? Still, it was a unique experience having a Korean try and teach me how to properly say an English word.

Speaking of Korean, NPR did a story indicating that Korean language studies are the fastest growing in the USA.  Apparently it's a result of Korean cultural imperialism or something.

Speaking of Korean, NPR did a story indicating that Korean language studies are the fastest growing in the USA. Apparently it’s a result of Korean cultural imperialism or something.

I’ve pretty much given up arguing politics with folks.  Why bother when minds seem firmly closed to alternative viewpoints?  Many of my liberal friends seem to utilize comedians (John Stewart, John Oliver and the like) as their primary source for “news” and they seem proud to be spoon fed the talking points du jour.

I do get frustrated with what I consider to be fake issues manufactured to distract the sheeple from the important things going on, both internationally (allowing a nuclear Iran, genocide against Christians) and domestically (lawless politicians, zero job growth). Instead we are besieged with outrage over a mom and pop pizza joint in Indiana that *might* decline to cater a gay wedding if they are ever asked to do so, although no has in fact asked.

So, here’s the deal.  I’m all about freedom.  Gay folk should have exactly the same rights and privileges as any other citizen.  Who you choose to fuck and/or marry is no one else’s business.  And most assuredly not the government’s.  Go ahead and call me a teabagger, but the less the government intrudes in our lives the better off we all will be.  And so I don’t want to be told who I can or cannot marry and I also don’t want to be told who’s goddamn wedding I have to cater.  I believe that’s a perfectly consistent position.

And here’s at least one person who happens to agree.  A gay woman who donated money and apologized to the above referenced pizza parlor for the abuse they have suffered. Why did she do it?

“My girlfriend and I are small business owners, and we think there is a difference between operating in a public market space and then attaching the name of your business to a private event,” she said. “Like, if we were asked to set up at an anti-gay marriage rally, I mean, we would have to decline.”

Precisely.  When did common sense become so uncommon?

In the category of things that matter, why aren't we having a national conversation about tax reform?  Something that make actually grow jobs and make a difference in people's lives?  Tax reform is something the left and right SHOULD agree on. Which I guess is why the corrupt political class doesn't want us talking about it...

In the category of things that matter, why aren’t we having a national conversation about tax reform? Something that might actually grow jobs and make a difference in people’s lives? Tax reform is something the left and right SHOULD agree on. Which I guess is why the corrupt political class doesn’t want us talking about it…

End of rant.  Did I change your mind?  Didn’t think so.

Girl gets on subway wearing this jacket. Not sure whether to be offended or to agree.

The other night a girl gets on subway wearing this jacket. Not sure whether to be offended or to agree.  It’s all so outrageousing.

Easter Sunday was the second anniversary of my marriage to Jee Yeun.  After dinner, I took her to her favorite coffee shop in Myeong-dong, Cafe Coin.  It's a nice enough place, but that beam has a vertical clearance of 6 feet.  I'm 6'1" and I cracked my damn head on it coming in and leaving.  And to answer your question, nope it did not knock any sense into me.

Easter Sunday was the second anniversary of my marriage to Jee Yeun. After dinner, I took her to her favorite coffee shop in Myeong-dong, Cafe Coin. It’s a nice enough place, but that beam has a vertical clearance of 6 feet. I’m 6’1″ and I cracked my damn head on it coming in and leaving. And to answer your question, nope it did not knock any sense into me.

Coffee and cheesecake was our dessert...

Coffee and cheesecake was our dessert…

We had earlier enjoyed a nice dwaegi galbi dinner at our favorite Myeong-dong restaurant.

We had earlier enjoyed a nice dwaegi galbi dinner at our favorite Myeong-dong restaurant.

We didn't have a selfie stick, so we took simultaneous pictures of ourselves.  Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time...

We didn’t have a selfie stick, so we took simultaneous pictures of ourselves. Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time…

Speaking of the wife, here’s a transcript of an actual conversation we had the other night:

Jee Yeun: What are you doing?
Me: Whatever I want.
Jee Yeun: I want to do whatever I want too.
Me: As long as whatever you want to do is what I want you to do, you can!

See, it’s all about compromise.

Alright then, I’ll wrap up this overly long post with a quick update on my darting life.  I had a tough match against the top female player in singles league, but managed to eek out a 10-6 victory.  I’ll need to play better this Sunday when I go mano a mano with the guy currently occupying first place.  I’m going to try and take him down a notch.

In pub league action, the Dillinger’s Dartitis Quarantine continues to roll.  We beat the Gecko’s Jeckles last night 25-14.  I was happy to go 5-1 in singles against their top two players.  The 2-4 performance in doubles was disappointing but some things were beyond my control.  We are solidly in second place and play our rivals the Dillinger’s Dill Pickles who have the top spot in the standings.

And now you haven’t missed a thing from my so-called life.

 

 

A league of distinguished gentlemen

Minus one.

Two of these guys have published books.  One is just proud to know them.

Two of these guys have published books. One is just proud to know them.

Yesterday I had the distinct honor of hanging out with Young Chun and Kevin Kim enjoying beverages, food and conversation.  As regular readers will recall, Young recently published the story of his time as an American conscript in the Korean army. (go buy it now on Kindle for $2.99!) After reading the Kindle version I wanted a hard copy for my library and I saw on Young’s blog that he hadn’t yet acquired any bound copies for himself.

I took advantage of my Amazon Prime membership and ordered up six copies with free shipping to my APO address.

I took advantage of my Amazon Prime membership and ordered up six copies with free shipping to my APO address.  I sold five of them to Young, which he said both increased his sales and reduced his profits.  Glad to be of service!

Now, I admit to having had a somewhat selfish motivation for this purchase and delivery–I wanted to get my copy signed!  Which of course Young graciously agreed to do.

Young had anticipated that my book would be the first copy he signed, but during the week a co-worker and a student honored him with purchases and a request for an autograph.  After what appeared to be some momentary writer's block, my book now includes some gracious words in the author's handwriting.  Nice!  (this photo was shamelessly lifted from Kevin's blog.  sue me!)

Young had anticipated that my book would be the first copy he signed, but during the week a co-worker and a student honored him with purchases and a request for an autograph. After what appeared to be some momentary writer’s block, my book now includes some gracious words in the author’s handwriting. Nice! (this photo was shamelessly lifted from Kevin’s blog. sue me!)

I had arrived to the meetup a few minutes late having made a poor decision in taking the 110A bus to Itaewon instead of the subway.  Lesson learned.  Young was already halfway through his first beer by then, but I played catch-up as best I could and thereafter matched him beer for beer.  Young professes to be an introvert but he got on well with the Saturday afternoon crowd at Shenanigans.  I introduced him to the bar owner and it turns out they have a mutual friend which was pretty cool.  Also in the category of “it’s a small world”, the waitress asked me “is that Young?”.  It turns out her brother and Young are colleagues. What are the odds?

We talked about the book and some of the stuff that wasn’t included in the book.  I engaged in some good-natured ball busting about Kevin’s cultural insensitivity (after he complimented me for not using the Korean-style two finger salute in our group photo above).   And then our thoughts turned to food.  We briefly discussed eating at Shenanigans, which had the virtue of being convenient.  But I still owed Kevin a dining experience at the Oasis Mexican/barbecue buffet at the Dragon Hill Lodge on base. Young recalled the last time he was on base was for his ill-fated attempt to join the U.S. Army in order to avoid serving in the Korean military. (Read the book!)  So we hoofed it over to Yongsan Garrison and unlike our last attempt, Oasis was indeed open for business.  So we gave them some.

Now, the thing about an all-you-can-eat buffet is that I feel the need to eat more than my money’s worth.  On our first run through Kevin and I came back with heaping plates. Young returned with tiny portions of everything that barely filled half a plate.  I feared he wasn’t clear on the concept.  I shouldn’t have worried.  His strategy was to taste a bit of everything to determine what he liked best.  He then made two more visits to the buffet (versus one more for me and Kevin) and I’d judge he did indeed deplete the profit margin for Oasis last night.  Young recounted how he used to blitzkrieg the Godfather’s pizza buffet.  Coincidentally or not, Godfather’s is now bankrupt.

My guests declared the food to be to their satisfaction and I was happy about that.  Kevin had briefly considered forgoing the pulled pork as he will be making a batch today in his new slow cooker.  I pointed out that he should have some for comparison purposes and he agreed there was no flaw in that logic.  He found the Oasis iteration outstanding, so I guess he’s set a high bar for his efforts today.  Here’s a hint: It’s all about the sauce!

After leaving the restaurant, we stopped at the Dragon Hill’s designated smoking area so Young and I could feed our nasty habit.  A young man there asked if we’d like to take some of his cigarettes off his hands.  A rather odd request, but Young was down for some free smokes.  The guy explained that he was waiting on some oil for his vapor machine (and it was quite a machine!) to be delivered from the USA and he didn’t want to be tempted to smoke a whole pack.  Young graciously poured the remaining oil from his vapor cigarette into the stranger’s, and both seemed happy with the exchange.

We were all heading in different directions, but each of those destinations began at Samgakji station.  So we signed off post and hoofed it over to the subway.  I made it about 3/4 of the way before my damn leg flared up (the first time it hurt all day) so I said my goodbye’s and set down to rest.  Two minutes later I was good to go.

And so ended a very pleasant evening with my learned compadres.

 

 

What happens in Vegas…

In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 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 I was in Las Vegas.  I wrote about the events of that day in a post called “I’ll never do that again!”.

We’ve encountered our share of potholes during our journey, but things seem to be on the upswing.  I aim to keep it that way.

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