during my visit to Samal Island. Unlike this unfortunate Canadian.
during my visit to Samal Island. Unlike this unfortunate Canadian.
At least that’s what this sign told me:
Best compliment yet on my new look– Bartender at Srooge Pub said ” I used to call you ajussi (uncle) but now I call you oppa (brother).” Should have shaved years ago!
Speaking of being not quite as invisible as I once was, while waiting to cross the street in Itaewon I caught this group of young ladies staring at me.

I’m not a piece of meat girls. I am a human being! Alright, so it was a bus stop advertisement. I can hope and dream!
With some of that free time I mentioned in my previous post I peruse the reader submissions at a Thai-centric website called Stickman Bangkok. As is common with this type internet venue, the quality of writing runs the gamut of truly awful to “this guy should be making money as a wordsmith”.
I’ve never been to Thailand (yet) but I do enjoy visiting vicariously through the submissions by those who have experienced the Thai life up close and personal. And my favorite writer who frequently posts at Stickman is Steve Rosse.
This story is a good example of his work. It’s a quick read and entertaining. Go now, I’ll wait here for you.
Good stuff, huh? I’m not all that interested in girly bars and whoring around these days, and neither is Steve. Although quite honestly, I’m never quite sure where truth and fiction reside within his work. That doesn’t lessen the genuine pleasure I get from his stories though.
Anyway, a few months back I read this story by Steve called “Cellies” and it was like being hit upside the head with a brick. He had artfully expressed in words something I had been doing frequently in the last few months of my ill-fated marriage–escaping to a better life in a world that existed only in my mind.
I was so moved I felt compelled to send him an email and thank him for his effort. I was a little surprised when Steve wrote me back. In his email he mentioned that if I enjoyed his writing I might consider purchasing some of his published work on Amazon. I told him I most certainly would. But then I went of my six month bender life intruded and I never got around to it. I did use one of his quotes in a blog post though.
Well fast forward to a week or so ago when I was catching up with StickmanBangkok where I read a submission by Steve called “The List”. And a couple of days later some anonymous asshole wrote a post that started off by attacking Steve and then went off on a rant delving deep into the sewers of misogyny. I was pissed and was working on an appropriate response in my head. I needn’t have bothered, because before I could put words on paper (or pixels in Word if you will) Steve came back with perhaps one of the top ten take downs in internet history.
I sent Steve a congratulatory email and told him his evisceration of “Anus Moony” had finally provided the motivation for me to keep my promise to buy some books. I guess for a writer that’s about the best thank you of all, right?
I’m quite certain these will provide excellent beach side reading entertainment next week.
And what beach might that be you ask? Why, lovely Samal island in the Philippines. Never been to that particular part of the PI, but it looks nice in the pictures.
And that’s about where things stand at this particular moment in time.
Except for this:

I’ve been studiously avoiding engaging in Facebook banter with my friends on the left who all want to talk gun control while ignoring the hulking elephant in the room–Islamic terrorism.
Liberal logic. Now there’s an oxymoron for you.

When I was equipping myself for my new bachelor life I bought the red can opener for $5.00. I’d considered the more substantial black one at $8.00 but figured, hell, how many cans do I ever open anyway?
So this morning I had it in my mind to make up a crockpot full of chili. I browned some ground beef and popped it in the pot. Diced up an onion and added it to the beef. Grabbed my can of pinto beans and the red opener…then encountered mission failure. The gear is stripped or something, all I know is no matter how I turned the handle, the lid was not being opened. Curses!
My solution was to detour from my river walk and pop into the PX for the opener I should have bought in the first place. Chili is cooking now, but I had to go four hours on high versus the preferred 8 hours on low. But enough of my #firstworldproblems.
Yesterday I had the honor to attend the wedding ceremony of Brian and Justina.

The happy couple…well, Brian looks like he’s going to the firing squad. But marriage is not that kind of death…
Anyway, it was a very nice wedding. Very formal and Christian. Which meant no alcohol on the tables and a long ass sermon (all in Korean). Other than that, no complaints.
There was an after party at Shenanigans in which I marginally participated. Meaning that I scored free drinks from the patio and drank them from my usual seat at the bar. Went home early and hit the sheets.
Up early this morning to no avail as the aforementioned chili plans were foiled by a faulty utensil. So I did laundry then headed for the river.

It was a pretty warm morning and I worked up a good sweat. But the air was clearer than it’s been in awhile.
And home I remain. Waiting on my chili…
UPDATE: Oh, yeah. Minus 3.4 pounds this week. That leaves me at 224.7. Dropped 44.5 pounds overall. When will the belly go away? Stay tuned!
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
–Alfred Edward Housman

My great uncle Frank is the only family member I’m aware of who gave his life in the service of our nation. So I honor him today.
Definition of optimism…
…making your bed before you go out on Saturday night. Just in case.
Definition of disappointment…
…sleeping in it alone.
Oh well.
I’m doing my best to keep up with that Walking Fool Kevin Kim.
That required going the round about way home from work.
Keep on keepin’ on!
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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hufU6MIS2vw
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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…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Kh09MuIfIU
Some people say I have a dirty mouth. Fuck that shit.
I did get a dental cleaning today from my dentist. 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!
Time to catch y’all up on the happenings in my so called life.

This GPS unit was a steal at only $1200.00! And it even comes with a 1999 Hyundai Sonata (not pictured).
I finalized the deal on my vehicle purchase. My new/old car is currently sitting at the embassy annex on Camp Coiner (right next door to Yongsan Garrison). The guy I bought it from has been reassigned to the embassy in Afghanistan (no idea who he pissed off) and flies Monday, so there was some urgency in getting things done. I should have everything I need now except the “de-registration” form from the embassy. And the guy who handles that said I should definitely have it “next week”. I went by an insurance company Friday but given that it was a Korean holiday (Independence Day and you are welcome) I couldn’t get a policy issued. I was promised four quotes on Monday and should be able to purchase some bona fide coverage by the time I get the embassy paperwork. Then it’s just a matter of taking all my documents to the USFK vehicle registration folks at Camp Kim (across the street from Yongsan Garrison), getting a temporary vehicle tag, then going to Camp Coiner to pick up the car, take it back to Camp Kim, and have my permanent licence plate installed.
If all goes according to plan I’ll be taking a road trip to Bonumsa Temple (near Incheon) with Jee Yeun next Saturday. Jee Yeun has already asked if I’ll let her drive. In her words “can I drive?” To which I responded “can you?”. Anyway, since it’s a $1200 hooptie I reckon there’s not too much risk in finding out.
Yesterday me and my boss had a working lunch in Itaewon. She asked me what I wanted to eat and I said “how about barbecue?” Turns out she was thinking the same thing and we both had the same place in mind, a new joint called Linus’ BBQ.
The double entendres didn’t end with the marquee.
The brisket is described as what happens “when a man from swine country diddles with cows”. I passed on “da bomb” sandwich because I was not in the mood to have “Linus’ BBQ bust a nut in my mouf”.
The boss and I had a good laugh over the decidedly un-PC menu, then ordered us up some south Alabama-style barbecue.
We arrived a few minutes before the 11:30 opening time and I was surprised to be greeted by one of the waitresses I know from Dillinger’s who also moonlights (sunlights?) at Linus’. It was good that we arrived early because by 11:45 the place was packed and there was a goodly sized waiting line. I asked my friend from Dillinger’s (I don’t recall her name, but she knew mine which made me feel ashamed) if it was always this busy for lunch. She told me it was and that if I wanted to come later in the evening it would be best to make a reservation. Damn, I hate that because I am not big on planning ahead.
Anyway, the boss and I had a nice lunch and chat (despite the overly loud 1960’s music). We did some work talk and I also got to learn a little more about her personal story. I actually like and respect her very much. At some point I confessed to having a blog (she thought it strange that I was taking so many pictures) but assured her I rarely post about work. She said “good, and if you mention me give me a pseudonym. Just make sure it doesn’t start with a B”. Did I mention Ms. B has a wicked sense of humor? I think we are going to get along just fine!
I am meeting up with Young Chun next week to deliver some more copies of his book. On the drive back to the office I told Ms. B (who is also Korean-American) a little about Young’s story and she seemed interested so I gave her a copy of the book to read. Ms. B had briefly mentioned some of her Korean dating experiences over lunch. And without thinking I said “I should introduce you to Young”. I reckon I should have consulted Young on that first. She didn’t say no to the idea, although she may not be available this Thursday when I meet Young. On my way upstairs to my office I thought to myself “dude, that was plain ass stupid. If they did meet up and things go south, I’ll be in direct line for the fallout”. I marched back downstairs and told her that and she said “I’m not really that much of a bitch. Usually”. Ha! Well there is something to be said for living dangerously I suppose.
I’ve been spending a goodly portion of my free time at Shenanigans where they treat me like a regular. A regular what I’m not saying. But I have earned a coveted spot on the computer cash register screen where bar tabs are maintained.
It’s been a hot summer and that has necessitated my drinking plenty of fluids.
In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32 313029 28 27 26 25 2423 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.”
–Aldous Huxley
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.