Cold and Snow

As in, last night we had a few snow flurries and I have caught a cold. The snow didn’t stick but this cold is kicking my ass. Ah well, better now than over the holidays I suppose.

In other news…

In fantasy football I eeked out a victory against the Wonju Wobblers which keeps me tied for first in my division at 7-2. You can follow all the action here.

Saturday night four of us from the the league met at Nashville Pub for some brews and chat. Coincidentally (or not) they all have blogs and while we did a little football smack talk, mostly it was geo-political pontifications and the like. Fascinating insights and perspectives from some really bright guys. I’m pretty sure we came up with solutions for 90% of the world’s problems, but then I got drunk and I can’t remember what they were. No worries, we plan to meet again at the conclusion of the season and celebrate or drown sorrows as circumstances dictate. Anyway, it was great to meet some fine bloggers (and football geeks) live and in person. So mucho gusto to Andy who you can also read at The Marmot’s Hole, the Dram man (posts at the Marmot as well and has promised a review of the Bless U Pub hamburger) and Shaun our “token” Canadian who was gracious in the face of my good natured teasing (actually, his perspectives were really interesting and appreciated). Looking forward to seeing y’all again soon.

Also on Saturday I played in the league mid-season singles tourney. I was the number one seed in “B” division, but played like crap and finished 5th. No excuse for that, just lost my focus. Last night in a key league match I went 6-0 which somewhat redeems me. I’m currently ranked at #3 and played the guy ranked at #4. Victory helped my confidence immensely. We took the overall match 15-4 which pretty much makes us a lock for first place. You can follow our exploits in the Seoul International Dart League here.

What else? Nope that’s my life. Just call me lucky.

Everybody knows this is nowhere

Just dropped by to prove that I remain among the living. Nothing much to say however. Just more of the same, work, darts, rinse, repeat.

Busan was good, although I didn’t do much of the film festival activities. Nolan and Grant did some backstage stuff and had a good time. Me, I walked around alot and spent time in the casino. Big (read expensive) mistake. Ah well. I did run into the blogger from The Homely Planet. He was playing with his band in a bar I spent some time in. Our politics are as far apart as east is from west, but he’s a pretty interesting guy regardless. It was kinda cool meeting a fellow expat blogger in 3-D.

Since I’ve nothing to say, here’s some random pictures. Mostly from the dart tourney a couple of weeks ago, but a couple of Busan shots as well. Hang tough, people. Life is good.

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Rick. Pretty cool guy in our league. English teacher.

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Joon. A sweet girl who is dating another teacher in our league, Bill.

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Yun Jin (aka YJ) owner of Dolce Vita, Jim’s yobo, and a good friend.
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Me, Petro, Duke, and Tom.

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Bill and Tom playing a match

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Joon sizing up the situation

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“I woulda won it all if that double bull hadn’t bounced out”

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Lonnie, yet another English teacher.
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Nolan, Doug, and Steph.

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YooLee, Tom’s girlfriend recently arrived from Indonesia

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Me and my meager winnings from a 4th place finish

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Tom beat me to take 3rd.

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Duke got 2nd place.

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Petro took first but he ain’t showing the money. It was W140,000

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Grant won the mystery draw.

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As is our custom, shots flow at the conclusion (hell, during too) of the tourney. Here YooLee and Duke demonstrate the “proper” way to drink the shot known as a blow job. I refuse to drink one that way, but it is fun to ask the cute barkeep for a blow job now and then.

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I’m sure there was a reason I took this picture. I just don’t remember what it is.

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The love motel where I stayed in Busan.

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The bed in which I slept rather uncomfortably.

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School girls on the beach in Busan.

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More school girls.

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Haeundae Beach.

Ok, that’s it.

I think I’d like to go back home
And take it easy
There’s a woman that I’d like to get to know
Living there
Everybody seems to wonder
What its like out here
Gotta get away from this day to day running around
Everybody knows this is nowhere

Everytime I think about back home
It’s cool and breezy
I wish that I could be there right now
Just passin’ time
Everybody seems to wonder
What its like out here
Gotta get away from this day to day running around
Everybody knows this is nowhere.

–Neil Young

By the time I get to Busan

Actually, that’s just a riff on the old Glen Campbell tune, but it works. I’m fixin’ to head out to Seoul Station to catch the KTX. I’ll be back Sunday and hopefully be able to post some photos and tell you all about the Pusan International Film Festival I’ll be attending.

Cool thing happened last night on my way home. A stranger on the street stopped me and said “hey, I know you!”. Turns out he recognized me from my blog. Says he’s a frequent reader. I apologized for being such a slacker and not posting more often. He said he enjoys reading about darts (which is about all I write about these days, darts being the focal point of my life and all). Ah well, pathetic beats dead anyday. So, James (it was James right?) thanks for reading. It was really fun to meet you that way.

And last night we whipped Blue Frog 17-2 which should keep us in first place for another week. Rubbies and FFOD have been coming on strong, and we meet Rubbies head-to-head on Monday.

Well, I gotta catch that train. Have a great weekend everyone!

McCain on North Korea

Captain’s Quarters has a guest blog today from Senator John McCain. I think his words are especially important as he seems as likely to be a strong contender for the Republican Presidential nomination in 2008. He has some strong criticism of President Clinton’s failed policies and those who are calling for a return to a “carrot and no stick” approach with Kim, Jung-il, including Hillary Clinton.

I’m going to beg the Captains indulgence and reprint McCain’s words in their entirety here:

Korea doubts the world’s resolve. It is testing South Korea, China, Russia, Japan, and the United States. They launched seven missiles in July, and were criticized by the Security Council, but suffered no serious sanction. We have talked and talked about punishing their bad behavior. They don’t believe we have the resolve to do it. We must prove them wrong.

I am encouraged by the Security Council’s swift and strong condemnation of the act on Monday, but the permanent members must now follow up our words with action. We must impose Chapter 7 sanctions with teeth, as President Bush has proposed.

China has staked its prestige as an emerging great power on its ability to reason with North Korea, keep them engaged with the six party negotiations, and make progress toward a diplomatic resolution of this crisis. North Korea has now challenged them as directly as they challenge South Korea, Japan, Russia and the U.S. It is not in China’s interest or our interest to have a nuclear arms race in Asia, but that is where we’re headed. If China intends to be a force for stability in Asia, then it must do more than rebuke North Korea. It must show Pyongyang that it cannot sustain itself as a viable state with aggressive actions and in isolation from the entire world.

They have missiles, and now they claim to have tested a nuclear device. Eventually they will have the technology to put warheads on missiles. That is a grave threat to South Korea, Japan and the United States that we cannot under any circumstances accept. North Korea also has a record of transferring weapons technology to other rogue nations, such as Iran and Syria.

The President is right to call on the Council to impose a military arms embargo, financial and trade sanctions, and, most importantly, the right to interdict and inspect all cargo in and out of North Korea. I hope the Council quickly adopts these sanctions, and that all members enforce them.

The worst thing we could do is accede to North Korea’s demand for bilateral talks. When has rewarding North Korea’s bad behavior ever gotten us anything more than worse behavior?

I would remind Senator Hillary Clinton and other Democrats critical of Bush Administration policies that the framework agreement her husband’s administration negotiated was a failure. The Koreans received millions in energy assistance. They diverted millions in food assistance to their military. And what did they do? They secretly enriched uranium.

Prior to the agreement, every single time the Clinton Administration warned the Koreans not to do something — not to kick out the IAEA inspectors, not to remove the fuel rods from their reactor — they did it. And they were rewarded every single time by the Clinton Administration with further talks. We had a carrots and no sticks policy that only encouraged bad behavior. When one carrot didn’t work, we offered another.

This isn’t just about North Korea. Iran is watching this test of the Council’s will, and our decisions will surely influence their response to demands that they cease their nuclear program. Now, we must, at long last, stop reinforcing failure with failure.

BTW, if you are not a regular reader of Captain’s Quarters you are missing out on some of the best political insights and commentary out there.

It’s Chuseok day in the city

Best wishes to everyone for a happy and healthy Chuseok.

It’s a strange time of year for sure. Seoul is actually quiet–no horns, no loudspeakers hawking goods from trucks, and no traffic. Not that I have anywhere to drive to anyway, but the change of pace is nice just the same.

No work today as Chuseok is one of two Korean holidays USFK recognizes for its US employees. It is also a glorious fall day. Went out on the balcony this morning and grilled up a steak, made some scrambled eggs (with salsa), toast and jam, OJ and coffee. Yeah, that’s the ticket!

Nolan is still sleeping, don’t know what time he rolled in last night. Arianna is sleeping on the couch. Not sure what’s up with those two but they seem to get along and I’m guessing they both like having someone to hang with to keep homesickness at bay.

This evening Dolce Vita is having a Chusok party seeing as how most of us migooks are without family to be with on this day of days for families. I’m giving YJ some smoked salmon as a Chuseok gift. I’m also bringing some shrimp and will be baking some brownies to take as well.

Later I’m meeting my boss and her husband to give them a tour of Itaewon. It’s probably a good time to do that since it won’t be as rowdy as usual (I hope). Figure I’ll take them by Dolce for a drink, then over to 3 Alley Pub for dinner, and since they both like country music I’m sure we will hit Grand Ole Opry before the night is through.

And that’s about all from the land of the morning calm. And damn, it actually is calm this morning. I like that.

4 Non Blondes

Nope, not a post about the singing group, just thought using that title for this post would be more interesting than “what’s going on”. Clever eh?

UPDATE: My usual boring drivel follows, but if you scroll down I have some pretty cool pictures to look at.

Yes, as I have been reminded several times it has been quite some time since my last post. You haven’t missed much. Long time readers probably know that when I take an unannounced hiatus I’m usually in some kind of funk or another and these past couple of weeks have been no exception. Not to worry, its no big deal. Just had to overcome some disappointment but I’m well on my way to regaining perspective and getting on with the business of life. Such as it is.

Actually, as mundane as things have been I don’t really have much to complain about. But I also have precious little to say that is blog worthy. Never having let that stop me before I will share what’s going on:

Nanta. A great show, in fact one of the most fun things I’ve done in awhile. Hard to describe really. Lots of percussion, but very creative use of kitchen utensils. Funny storyline, great acting and just flat out entertaining. I would go again and I highly recommend it.

Darts. I bought some fancy new darts and I’ve been throwing them well. Our team remains in first place. I’m holding on to my #5 ranking in “B” division. And I’m being asked about playing in “A” division next season. I’d only do that if Dolce Vita fields an “A” league team. I want to keep having fun and Dolce is where my bar loyalty resides.

Fantasy Football. My team, Itaewon Sweet Life, remains undefeated through week four. As much luck as anything because I’m not scoring many points, just more than my opponents. Having fun with it though.

Saturday night/Sunday morning. It’s not news that I spend my weekends throwing darts and drinking beer, sometimes doing both to excess. No exception this past weekend. My big blogable event was a couple of things I witnessed in Itaewon. After the darts tournament at Blue Frog (since the outcome was so disappointing I will not mention it here) I’m walking over to Dolce. I observed 4 people getting in a cab. One up front, three in the back. Well, two in the back and one half way in. And the cab took off. The poor SOB that had one leg in the cab and one on the street is screaming “wait! wait! wait! The cabbie either didn’t hear or didn’t understand English because he kept accelerating. Of course, the guy couldn’t run on one leg as fast as the cab was moving and he tumbled into the street and rolled over a few times before coming to a stop in the middle of the street. Where he lay moaning loudly. The cab finally stopped and his friends ran over to offer assistance. After a few minutes they got the guy up on his feet and he appeared to be mostly ok (at least no broken bones). The cabbie stood there looking sheepish while his passengers berated him with “what were you thinking?” I moved on. I guess the lesson learned is don’t be the last one in the cab.

The other incident occurred at the end of a LONG night out. I’m walking home in the wee hours of Sunday morning. In the narrow alley behind my apartment I see a body laying right in the middle of the road. As I got closer I saw that it was a western woman. I bent down and said “hey, you need to get up!” She kinda moaned and said “no, I’m ok”. I told her “you can’t sleep here, you’ll get run over by a car”. She didn’t respond, so I told her sternly “you have to get up” and grabbed her hand and tried to pull her to her feet. She didn’t resist and said “I drank too much tonight”. No duh I thought to myself. I noticed her accent and asked if she was Australian. She said “I’m from New Zealand”. I noticed she was bleeding on her forehead and chin, but she had no recollection of what happened. I asked if she lived nearby and she said yes so I told her I would help her get home. She lived down a small alley a couple of blocks from my place. She kept thanking me for helping her and I told her we all have to take care of each other here. As we got close she repeatedly said “oh, my husband is going to be so mad at me”. Which of course I wanted no part of, so once she assured me she could make it the rest of the way, I retreated.

Ok, so not much meat to those bookends of my night but that is basically the most excitement I have had in awhile. Save your sympathy, I’m not sure how much excitement I can stand these days anyway.

As for work, well we are busy. There will be some announcement coming next week on the future of 8th Army in Korea. No inside scoop, but I think we all see the writing on the wall. I’ll just say Aloha. Couple that with the pending wartime command and control decision and I have to believe this is the beginning of end for significant U.S. ground troop presence in the ROK. We shall see.

We recently had the Civilian Employee of the Year ceremony here at Yongsan. It’s a really big deal, with the Honor Guard, 8th Army band and all that pomp and circumstance. GEN Bell is the host. My office is responsible for making it happen every year and its a lot of work. And you absolutely cannot screw up any aspect given its high profile. This year was especially nice because one of my employees, Mr. Kim, Yong-tae, was selected as the Korean Manager of the Year. Well deserved and it was great to see him recognized for his many accomplishments and dedication. Here’s some photos:

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The band enters the parade ground

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Color guard front and center

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GEN Bell and CSM Wheeler escorted to the review stand

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The ceremony begins with the presentation of colors

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And then the presentation of awards to the Civilians of the Year. That’s my Mr. Kim being honored by GEN Bell.

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GEN Bell had some very nice words regarding the importance of our US and ROK civilian workforce to mission accomplishment here in Korea.

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GEN Bell asked Mr. Kim to stand and then he publically thanked him for his 53 years of service with USFK.

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LTG Valcourt, Commader, 8th US Army, and his ROK Army couterparts.

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The 2006 Civilians of the Year. As GEN Bell said, they are truly the best of the best.

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The Honor Guard passes in review…

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…while the band plays the songs of the Navy, Air Force, Marines, and Army.

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Mr. Kim, Yong-tae, the most amazing man I have met and been honored to work with in nearly 30 years of government service.

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The proud team of the Directorate of Human Resources Management. And Nolan.

Ok, well that’s that. Nolan’s doing well, just need to get him that job so he can move forward with his life here. It looks like he’s settled on the German girl he met, although he admits its sorta ironic to move to Korea and date a European.

So I guess to end this post on the same theme it started I’ll say: Hey yay yay yay, hey yay yay yay [that’s] what’s going on….

Emptying the camera

UPDATE (9/23/15) Welp, for whatever reasons all the photos on this post became invisible.  Rather than attempt to match them with the still remaining captions, I’m just uploading them again.  Sue me.

ROK soldiers keeping us safe during our visit...

ROK soldiers keeping us safe during our visit…

These guys are tough hombres...

These guys are tough hombres…

Nolan talks history with our tour guide...

Nolan talks history with our tour guide…

This ajumma didn't give two fucks about the NORKs

This ajumma didn’t give two fucks about the NORKs

We were warned not to touch this guy or he'd go all taekwando on your ass...

We were warned not to touch this guy or he’d go all taekwando on your ass…

A North Korean soldier keeping a watchful eye on things (from a safe distance)

A North Korean soldier keeping a watchful eye on things (from a safe distance)

Everything put together sooner or later falls apart...

Everything put together sooner or later falls apart…

Flowers amongst the mines...

Flowers amongst the mines…

The memory card on the camera started filling up, so I’m dumping the images here for your amusement.

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Part of our security detail while visiting the Joint Security Area (JSA). The ROK soldiers are quite impressive and very intimidating.

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The only North Korean soldier we saw this time. He would periodically take out his binoculars to check us out. So I returned the favor by snapping a photo of him.
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The Army Specialist in charge of keeping our group safe from aggressive actions by the communists (and to make sure none of us defected to the worker’s paradise that is North Korea). Interesting guy, a Russian who moved to the US at 16, and joined the Army.

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Nolan posing with an ROK soldier. We were repeatedly warned not touch the soldier as they were under strict orders to respond physically to any contact. He didn’t look like someone I would want to mess with.

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Another view of the every present security forces taking care of us during the tour. The ROK soldier stands halfway behind the building to reduce his profile should a NORK decide to take a shot at him.

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From the bus window as we departed. Thanks for keeping us safe guys.

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Looking into North Korea.

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“Propaganda Village” the only North Korean “community” allowed in the DMZ under terms of the armistice. It get’s its name because no one actually lives there. The buildings are shells intended to demonstrate what a prosperous country the DPRK is. Until recently speakers would broadcast messages extolling the virtues of life in the North. On the ROK side of the DMZ is “Freedom Village” a farming community with about 240 residents.

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Nolan gets a history lesson from the Major in charge of our security detail.

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The bridge of no return, so named because after the armistice was signed POW’s were allowed to decide if they wanted to go to the North or South, but the decision was irrevocable. The last ones to cross this bridge was the crew of the captured USS Pueblo in 1968.

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Next it was off for a lunchee of bulgogi at a Korean restuarant. Here’s Nolan sampling one of the side dishes. He’s still finding his way when it comes to Korean food.

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Some wildflowers along the road.

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A farmer ajumma who laughed when I asked if I could take her picture. Yeah, I’m such a tourist.

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A traditional Korean bell at one of the observation posts we visited.

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This sculpture outside Tunnel #3 was kind of interesting. Inside the the split globe on opposite sides are North Korea and South Korea. The figures are attempting to put the two Koreas back together in a humpty dumpty kind of way.

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Nolan says not so fast….

From the DMZ

We are about 2/3 through the DMZ tour. Currently at Tunnel 3. Me, I’ve been there done that and I’m not about to make that f’n hike again. So while Nolan wears his ass out I’m sitting here at a free computer and relaxing. Anyway, I’ll have some pictures to post later.

Remembering Samuel Oitice

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Five years ago on a beautiful September morning, NYC firefighter Samuel Oitice answered the call to rescue victims in the World Trade Center. They found his remains in the rubble six months later.

He was one of the 2996 who perished on that fateful day. He is the one I was selected to honor today.

It is hard to imagine the sense of duty and bravery it required to enter that towering inferno in order to save as many lives as possible. Samuel Oitice did not fail in his duty and died a hero. His courage and selflessness are both an inspiration and a reminder that throughout our nation’s history, so called ordinary people have responded in extraordinary ways when called upon to do so. They have a name for people like Samuel Oitice. American.

I never met the man. But I watched him die on television. I knew in that moment that everything had changed. For me. For the world. Five years on I find comfort and hope in the memory of Samuel Oitice.

Here is his story:

Samuel Oitice and his wife, Jean, met on the Peekskill, N.Y., ambulance corps. “He was the driver and I was the crew chief, and I said, `That’s how we’re going to keep it,’ ” she said. “I’d tell everyone that story, but it’s not funny anymore.”

Samuel Oitice, 45, was a New York City firefighter who lived in Peekskill. The couple had a son, John, 19, and a daughter, Jessica, 16.

In the past year, Mrs. Oitice has had to take on her husband’s love of roller coasters. “The higher they were, the bigger the drop, the more he loved them,” she said.

She used to stay on the ground, but has since ridden Disney World’s Tower of Terror with her daughter, who told her, “Daddy would be proud.”

And he knew the risks of his job.

“He said to the kids at one point, when they finally realized what he did: `I married your mom for a reason. I know if something happens to me she’ll get you through this,’ ” she said. “It has just given me strength to know that he had so much faith in me to keep the family together.”

After his funeral, his best friend came into the firehouse, laughing, she said. Seems the fire truck carrying his body had stalled in the graveyard and couldn’t be started. “I said, `He’s playing with us.’ He hated all the pomp and circumstance. He didn’t want it.”

http://www.nytimes.com/2002/12/08/na…-08OITICE.html

Peekskill firefighter’s dream was to help others

By MARILYN ANDERSON RHAMES
THE JOURNAL NEWS
(Original publication: March 19, 2002)

PEEKSKILL — Cold, wet rain helped to mask the tears that flowed during yesterday’s burial service for Samuel Oitice, a New York City firefighter who died in the World Trade Center terrorist attack.

But some said the service itself was a blessing, since Oitice’s body remained missing until six months after the tragedy. Rescue workers pulled Oitice’s remains from Ground Zero last week.

“We are grateful Sam has been found,” Mayor John Testa said. “It is great to be able to say good-bye to Sam properly.”

The family, which has publicly grieved at various memorials and tributes, kept the funeral at Joseph F. Nardone Funeral Home brief. A representative of Gov. George Pataki expressed his condolences, and the Rev. Vernon Wickrematunge admonished mourners to fight anger and guilt by keeping Oitice alive in their memories.

“By remembering, we are able to reap the harvest he had sown while he was with us,” Wickrematunge said.

Oitice, 45, grew up in Peekskill, graduating from Assumption Elementary School and Peekskill High School. He worked as a Peekskill police officer in the early 1980s, but quit to become a firefighter at Manhattan’s 4 Truck at 48th Street and Eighth Avenue. Even so, he fortified his ties to Peekskill by serving as a volunteer firefighter for the past 25 years.

“Sammy is really hard to describe. He always had a light in him, always had to do what needed to be done,” Peekskill Fire Chief Jim Seymour said. “He was a happy-go-lucky guy — just a great person.”

A husband to Jean and father to John, 19, and Jessica, 15, Oitice was also remembered as a family man who loved children. He founded and coached a roller hockey team for Peekskill teen-agers, volunteered at school spaghetti dinners and taught fire safety in the schools.

“He was a good man. He did a lot for all the kids,” said a teary-eyed Patrick Strang, 17.

Since the Sept. 11 attack, Oitice’s son, John, has become a volunteer firefighter in Peekskill. This month, John wore his father’s fire jacket as he marched in the city’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade. The city named the younger Oitice an honorary aide in the parade.

“Peekskill was always proud of Sam. Now the nation is proud of him,” said Deb Carlin Polhill, a parade committee member and childhood friend of Oitice’s.

Some 40 uniformed firefighters from New York City chartered a bus to attend Oitice’s funeral. Dozens more volunteer firefighters from Peekskill and surrounding areas also paid their respects.

After fire officials mounted Oitice’s flag-draped coffin atop Engine 134 from Peekskill’s Fire Patrol, a 50-car procession settled at Assumption Cemetery in Cortlandt. Oitice’s parents, Julian and Eleanor, were among the roughly 150 mourners. A lone bagpiper played “Amazing Grace,” then people lined up to hug the family and to lay long-stemmed roses on the coffin.

Art Ubben, a retired police detective in Peekskill, tearfully recalled a conversation he had with Oitice two years ago.

“He said, ‘My whole life I wanted to be a firefighter. I’m so happy.’ Then this happens,” Ubben said. “He believed in what he was doing. He was helping people. That was his life’s dream and that’s what he achieved.”

http://www.thejournalnews.com/newsro…19funeral.html

A boyhood friend I first met at the Centenial hose firehouse in Peekskill, NY where my father worked. Sammy would come down to see the pumper and help around the house and we would shoot pool and sneak beers.

We later went to Peekskill High School where he was a true friend and sports team mate. Sammy was always someone you could depend on.

Later we worked together as Police Officers on the City of Peekskill Police Department. He was a great cop, but you always knew he would leave and go to his true calling the NYFD. When they called he ran with a smile on his face.

Before that day he spoke about how happy he was working downtown and how much he loved his work.

After that day while filling thousands of buckets of the rubble I held out hope that we could find you trapped and safe. Quickly it was apparent that you and all the others were gone.

Rest in Peace my friend. We all miss you.

–Chris Calabrese

Thank you for your sacrafice Samuel. God bless America.

Read tributes to the other 2995 people who died in the 9/11 attack here.

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A fun night out (of Itaewon)

Did something new last night. A group of us rode out to Nowan (about 40 minutes by taxi north) for a night of soft tip darts at the Dragon Bar. It was something new because I normally play steel tips in Itaewon at Dolce Vita Pub. Hey, variety is the spice of life and all that.

Anyway, it was my first time in that area and it is always interesting to see a new part of town. The Dragon Bar is a Western-style bar for Koreans. By that I mean it is frequented primarily by Korean patrons. Our group (me, Duke, Doug, Bill and Nolan) were the only foreigners in a crowd of maybe 75 people. Bill and Nolan had their Korean girlfriends with them as well.

We were there to play in a soft tip tournament. As I said, it was my first experience playing soft tips. The biggest difference is you have to throw lighter darts (I was throwing 16 grams versus my normal 24). It took me awhile to make the adjustment, but after a couple of hours I was doing ok. Unfortunately my successful practice games were not replicated in the tourney games. But it was all good anyway. In steel tips we don’t play much other than cricket and ’01. Last night we were playing roulette (the computer randomly generates 3 numbers you have to hit or have your cumulative score halved) and a couple other different games which made it both a challenging and entertaining evening.

Nolan has been practicing at home and he really played well. Took second in the doubles tourney and made semi-finals in singles. I was very impressed. Despite my poor play the Itaewon players had an excellent showing. Duke wound up winning the singles in a real dogfight with a Korean player.

Speaking of which, the Korean folks in the bar were all very gracious and friendly. The fact that it seemed strange to be in a bar full of natives says a lot about my sheltered existence here in Korea. I mean we have Korean patrons at Dolce but the expats far outnumber them. The role reversal last night was quite striking. All the announcements were in Korean, but Yun Joon (Bill’s GF) kept us up to speed on what was happening. They started the tourney with the Korean national athem. We all stood to pay our respects of course, but we were a little surprised that many Koreans remained seated and talking while the anthem played.

Anyway, the only thing that was a little weird occurred during the singles final. It was Bill, Duke, and the Korean guy (sorry, either I didn’t catch his name or forgot it). Bill used to live in Nowan and played darts at Dragon frequently so he knew many of the people in the bar. When the Korean was shooting the crowd would cheer and applaud loudly. When Bill shot he got some polite applause. When Duke was on the line, silence. It got to him a little I think because he commented on the home field advantage. So, the game is “half-it”. Basically, you have to hit at least one of a series of pre-determined numbers through each of 8 rounds. If you miss, your overall score is halved. The Korean guy did not miss through the first 7 rounds. Bill missed doubles and Duke missed triples. Going into the final round (bullseye) the Korean guy had over 500 points. Bill had 200 points and Duke 180. The weird part was when the crowd started doing this cheer for the Korean which translated was something like “Korea is number 1, go Korea!” I was watching a good match between 3 quality darts players, the Koreans saw it as a matter of national pride to beat the Americans. That NEVER happens in Itaewon. In fact, in Itaewon I’ve had Koreans cheering me on against a Korean because I was the underdog and they wanted to see a top player knocked out (they did get to see that happen, but that’s another story).

Well, I have to think carrying the weight of Korean national pride on his shoulders was a bigger burden on the Korean than was the silence Duke faced when he was shooting. So the Korean steps up in round 8 and misses three darts at the bull. Score halved to 250, but he’s still in the lead. Bill at 200+ just needs one Bull to win but he misses as well. Duke at 180 needs to throw 2 bulls. He steps up and hits a bull with his first dart. Then he throws his second. BULLSEYE.

After a moment of stunned silence the crowd did politely applaud. It was a great match and a beautiful finish. USA! USA! USA! I shouted gleefully. No, I’m kidding. That would have been incredibly rude. Duke won 100,000 Won for his efforts and bought his opponent a congratulatory drink. As well as his compadres from Itaewon. Once the match was over, everyone went back to having a good time and friendliness and warmth abounded. We didn’t make it out of there until 0230.

So there you have the fascinating tale of my evening out of Itaewon. Tonight I have challenge league games at Bless U and Dolce. I’ll be home early tonight though. I’m beginning to feel my age.

Oh yeah, can you believe this–Nolan has been here one week and he has already met a sweet Korean girl and they are spending lots of time together. Needless to say, he is LOVING his time in Korea! I’m very impressed.

The more you pay (the more it’s worth)

I have my car back. All things considered it went as well as could be expected. Ji Young sent me a text message in Hangul explaining where the car was parked. I showed it to the garage owner who relayed the whereabouts to the tow truck driver. So as I suspected it was a bad alternator. Replaced that, the battery (again) and a belt. 203,000 Won including towing and the parking fee at Riverside Park. Hopefully it will keep the going for the rest of my time in Korea, but with almost 160,000 miles on odometer anything could happen at anytime. Doubt I will be taking it out of town again anytime soon. I used a garage off post this time, Kim’s Auto Repair. I recommend them.

Today Nolan and I toured the War Museum. First time for me too and I was very impressed. It was a good primer for our trip to the DMZ. Bought tickets for that yesterday. We are going up Saturday morning, 16 September. I think we will go to Insa-dong on Monday. Next weekend I’m planning to KTX down to Daegu or Busan. Mostly for the train ride, but I want him to see some of the beautiful Korean countryside.

Nolan wants to see a Muay Thai match while he is here. I know nothing about it really. Anyone know of an upcoming event?

Adventures in driving

So, at 1600 yesterday I am ready to head out to the airport. I open the garage door only to discover a car parked completely blocking my exit. Now, I’ve lived here long enough to know that the natives pretty much park whereever they please, but to actually block the entrance to a parking area for an entire apartment building is especially discourteous. So I get out of my vehicle and look around for the driver. There’s two Korean guys standing across the street watching me but they give no indication they know anything about the whereabouts of the owner of the offending vehicle.

Knowing how it’s done, I pull out my cell phone and call the number on the windshield. No answer. I left a rather nasty message in English. Now I’m very frustrated and highly pissed. I go back upstairs and call my landlord telling him he needs to get a tow truck because I had to get to the airport. He said he’d call the police, so I go back downstairs to wait. One of the two guys from across the street comes over and starts talking to me in Korean. All I recognized was “Hangul-mal” so I knew he was asking if I spoke Korean. I told him no, but he continued to speak to me while I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

About this time my landlord’s wife walks up and starts talking to the two men. They just shake their heads. I tell her I really need to get to the airport and she talks to the two men more aggressively. Then one of them walks over, pulls out some keys, starts the car and moves it! I was astounded and livid. I asked the landlord’s wife “what’s up with this?” and she just shrugged. I was about as pissed as I’ve ever been and if I hadn’t have been so pressed for time I might have gotten into an altercation. I surely wanted to slap that rude MF’er around. Oh well. I just can’t figure out what the motivation for that whole scene was. Duke thinks they were just messin’ with me because I’m a foreigner, but that makes no sense at all.

Anyway, I pick Duke up in Itaewon (he agreed to be my navigator on my first time drive to Incheon) and we head out. Very easy drive with almost no traffic and we got there in plenty of time to meet Nolan’s plane. In fact we had time for an 8000 Won draft beer in an airport bar while we waited for him to clear immigration and customs. So Nolan makes it through and we are ready for the drive home. I had been a little nervous about driving the old hoop dee on the freeway, but she did just fine and I had no trouble cruising along at 110 km/h. Dusk was falling so I turned on the headlights. I noticed my intrument lights were awful dim but didn’t really think much about it. We got to talking with Nolan and I missed the turnoff for Seoul, but no big deal, we just took the expressway on the opposite side of the river.

Traffic was very heavy, but we were moving along ok. And then my car started to stall. Same thing it did a few weeks ago. Duke said we absolutely do not want to break down in the middle lane of a crowded highway, so I moved over to the right lane. We had about 5 kms to go before reaching the Hannam bridge and I knew there was no way the old car was going to make it. Fortunately, there was an exit to the Han river park and we got off there. I found a parking lot and pulled in. Had just enough power left to get the windows up and that was it.

Nolan grabbed his luggage and we commenced walking. We found an underpass to the other side of the expressway, and after a relatively short distance caught a cab home.

So today I need to figure out just where my car is and how to tell a tow truck driver to get there. I’m sure I have a bad alternator. I was surprised when I took it in last time and all they did was replace the battery. It ran fine until I turned on the headlights, but clearly I was not getting enough charge to keep the car going after that.

Life can be such a joy sometimes.

My visitor

I’m getting ready to head out Incheon International Airport to pick up my son Nolan. He plans to stay for about a month, but he’s welcome to stay longer if he likes it. This is my first visitor from the States so I’m pretty excited about getting to introduce him to Korea (or at least the little piece of it I know).

I’ve already bought him some darts ’cause you know he is gonna have to be doin’ that if he wants to hang with me. I haven’t made many other plans as yet. I know I’m going to take him to the War Museum because I want him to understand the history of why we are here. Then we will do the DMZ tour which I think is a must see for everyone who comes to this country. Nowhere else like that on Earth. I also want to take a trip with him on the KTX, don’t know where yet. Maybe just a day trip.

Otherwise I’m open to suggestions. Any ideas?

Oh, by the way, he’s 22. I expect he’ll find some things he wants to do that are more his age appropriate, but for that he’s on his own.

Once upon a time…

Kevin (aka Big Hominid) mentioned in the comments to the birthday post that the restuarant where I dined was named “Nolbu Myeong-ga.” He alluded to Nolbu being a character in a Korean fable and suggested that I have a Korean tell me the story. So, courtesy of Ms. Kim, Yong-im I share the following:

이제 내가 흥부와 놀부의 이야기를 들려 줄게~
It’s a story time. The story about Hungbu and Nolbu…

옛날에 흥부와 놀부라는 형제가 살았습니다.
Once upon a time, there were brothers whose names were Hungbu and Nolbu.
동생 흥부는 마음씨가 착했고, 형 놀부는 심술쟁이 , 욕심꾸러기였어요.
Younger brother, Hunbu, was very kind.
But older brother, Nolbu, was grumpy and very greedy.
부모님이 돌아가시자 놀부는 흥부네 식구들을 쫓아냈어요.
As soon as thier parents died Nolbu foreced Hungbu’s family to leave the house.
흥부는 자식이 많은데다가 가난하기까지 했어요.
Hungbu was very poor and had many children to feed.
흥부는 놀부네 집에 가서 보리쌀을 달라고 했어요.
Hungbu went to Nolbu’s house and asked some boiled rice with barley.
그런데 놀부의 아내는 밥주걱으로 흥부를 철썩 때렸어요.
But Nolbu’s wife slapped his face with a rice spetula.
결국 흥부는 빈손으로 터덜터덜 돌아왔어요.
So Hungbu had to come back home with bare hands.
따뜻한 봄이 왔어요.
Spring had arrived.
가난한 흥부네 집 처마 밑에도 제비들이 집을 짓고 알을 낳았죠.
Swallows nested and laid eggs under the poor Hungbu’s eaves.
어느 날, 제비집에 구렁이 한 마리가 나타났죠.
Oneday, a snake showed up to eat swallows up.
흥부는 급히 구렁이를 쫓았지만 새끼제비 한마리가 다리를 다쳤어요.
Hungbu shooed the snake but a chic had a broken leg.
그리고 흥부는 정성껏 보살펴 주었어요.
Hungbu took care of it sincerely.
가을이 되자 제비들은 흥부네 집을 한 바퀴 돌고는 하늘 멀리 날아갔지요.
When it came fall, swallows circled around the Hungbu’s house one time and flew away.
다음해 봄이에요.
It was next spring.
어디선가 제비의 노랫소리가 들려왔어요.
There was a bird singing somewhere.
그리고는 제비가 박씨를 떨어뜨리고 갔지요.
Then a swallow dropped a seed of pumpkin and disappered.
흥부는 박씨를 담 밑에 정성껏 심었어요.
Hungbu planted the pumkin seed closed to the fence.
며칠 후, 금세 박씨는 쑥쑥 자라기 시작 했죠.
Few days later, the pumpkin started to grow already.
그리고 커다란 박이 주렁주렁 열렸어요.
And huge pumkins grew in clusters.
흥부와 아내는 박을 탔어요.
Hungbu and his wife saw the pumpkin.
첫 번째 박에서 흰쌀이 쏟아져 나왔고, 두 번째 에서 금, 은, 보화가 나왔어요.
White rice was inside the first pumpkin.
Gold, silver and treaures were in the second one.
그리고 목수들이 나와서 대궐 같은 집을 지어주었죠.
Carpenters showed up and built a mansion for Hungbu.
그리고 놀부는 제비 다리를 일부러 부러 뜨리고, 제비의 다리를 고쳐 주었어요.
On the other hand, Nolbu broke a pwallow’s leg on purpose and cured it.
제비가 박씨를 가져다 주었죠.
The swallow brought a pumkin seed to him.
박이 열리고, 놀부 부부는 박을 탔어요.
It produced plenty of pumpkins and Nolbu cut them with saw.
첫 번째 박이 갈라졌는데 똥물이 쏟아졌어요..
When the first pumkin was opened, there was flood of dirty waste.
두 번째는 도깨비들이 나와 몽둥이로 마구 두들겼어요.
Spooky monsters came out from the second pumpkin strated to beat him with sticks.
그리고 세 번째 박은 마귀들이 나와서 집을 부수어 버렸어요.
Finally witches from the third pumpkin destroyed his house badly.
그리고 흥부를 찾아가 용서를 빌고 흥부와 놀부는 의좋게 살았다고 하네요.
Nolbu ran to Hunbu’s house and begged forgiveness.
Hungbu and Nolbu lived happily ever after.

The Monday after…

Actually, I’m feeling quite rested this morning. Last night I finished up my birthday weekend activities by playing some darts, including my challenge league match with Tom. I was behind the eight ball going in (don’t you love it when people use a metaphor from an unrelated sport?) needing to win all 3 legs of the game just to force a 3 game playoff.

Tom won the diddle and elected to play 501. I threw well and had about a 75 point lead when I broke 100. Then Tom threw a ton (100 points) which put him in the driver’s seat. I didn’t have an out, but left myself set for the preferred 32 out on my next turn. Which never came, because Tom hit his 34 out on his first dart. So congratulations, Tom.

YJ bought a birthday cake for me and Duke, so we enjoyed that with some beer and talk (86 candles between us, luckily we had the tall ones that count for 10).

Then it was home for me, in bed by 2300 and woke up refreshed and ready to go attack another week. Playing in a darts tourney tonight at Bless U so hopefully I can redeem myself.

Later.

Finished with Fifty

So another birthday has come. Older and maybe just a little wiser. Still refusing to act my age though, which for the curious is 51. No real insights or words of wisdom to offer up to you youngsters other than live each day with the goal of being happy. I’ve gotten better at that lately and I think accepting things for what they are helps me get by. There are many things in my life that would get me down if I dwelled on them. Like being here alone. But I choose to focous on the positives in my life and upon reflection I realize just how blessed I have been. My journey has taken some unexpected twists and turns, but from the vantage point of this milestone I recognize how lucky I am. Unworthy perhaps. Regardless, I’m holding on and enjoying the ride. I’m still curious and anxious to see what’s around that next corner.

I had a wonderful day yesterday (and into this morning) as my friend Duke and I celebrated our birthdays. I’ll share some tidbits and photos for those of you who are interested.


The birthday boys.

We started out at the National Theatre to see the stage production of Grease. I’d seen the movie a couple of times, but it was not high on my list of favorites. Duke had actually performed it in high school and college productions, so he was intimately familiar with the story and characters. Ji Young had no clue, thinking of Greece as opposed to Grease.

So, contrary to my earlier speculation the show was performed by Koreans in Korean. Since I didn’t really know the storyline nearly as well as I do The Wizard of Oz, I had a more difficult time following what was going on in the dialog. I had a general sense, but most was lost on me. Duke speaks decent Korean and he said they were generally true to the original. Ji Young really enjoyed it, saying the men in leather jackets and tight jeans were very sexy.

I of course could appreciate the dancing which was quite excellent. The songs were for the most part translated into Korean, but the music was the same. Duke said the translation was done quite well. Some of the songs were a hybrid of English and Korean. “Summer Love” and “Greased Lightning” were like that. I had to explain the meaning of greased lightning to Ji Young since the concept behind that idiom was unfamiliar to her. Oh they did one song that I don’t think was in the movie. Something about “sexy ass”. I surmised that from the ending of the song when the performer dropped his pants and mooned the audience. Strange that was.

The production values were very professional and it was kind of fun to see 1950’s American culture recreated on a Korean stage. There were murals of ’50s era icons, like James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, etc. The stage floor had a large emblem for Rydell High School, although it was written as Ry Dell High School. There was also a recreation of what looked like a ’57 Plymouth (with the chrome and big tail fins) that was nicely done.

Anyway, the cast was quite talented and the song and dance numbers kept me entertained. I had to laugh at some of the costumes though. Not a poodle skirt to be found, and the women’s dresses were as much 40’s and 60’s as they were 1950’s. Most of the guys were wearing jeans and black leather jackets, but at the high school dance scene I saw a lot of polyester and 1970’s disco outfits. Ah well, small quibble. I did enjoy watching these Korean actors portray American bad boys. Just like seeing Koreans dressed up all urban and doing rap music always makes me smile.

Anyway, that’s my review.


Duke and Ji Young on the steps of the National Theatre.


We didn’t have an invite backstage this time, so this is the closet we got to the cast of Grease.

After the play we were ready for dinner. I’m still bad about names around town, but the restaurant was across the river near the JW Marriott. We caught a cab right outside the theatre and headed over.


On the way to dinner I noticed this bus. Sometimes living in Korea is like being in an alternative universe where things are very much like home, but still different. I mean, in this universe I am functionally illiterate since I can’t read or write Hangul, but this bus seemed familar. Except it’s a grey lion instead of a greyhound. Just one of those passing observations which probably means nothing to anyone but me. But there it is.

We dined at a traditional Korean restaurant. So, yes that meant taking off my shoes and sitting my oversized body on the floor. Actually, I managed that quite well this time, and had room to stretch my legs out as the need arose. What was interesting about this place was they had traditional Korean entertainment taking place as you dined.


What was the name of this restaurant you ask? Read it yourself (and then tell me).

When we first arrived we were seated on these pads around an empty space on the floor. When the food was served it was carried out on the table and set before you. First time I’ve seen that done. While we were waiting for our food, I snapped some photos of the entertainment. (I took these from where I was sitting because getting up and down wasn’t worth the effort. Luckily, we were close enough that the pics are too bad).


This performer was “singing”, although it was more of a chant/storytelling kind of thing with occasional howls and moans. That’s a poor description, because it makes it sound unpleasant. It was not bad at all. She was also very expressive with her hand movements. She was accompanied by one guy with a drum, which he hit a what seemed irregular beats (I could detect no pattern at least) but apparently there was a reason for the drum strikes at various points in the song/story. If I could have understood the words it might have made more sense of course.


Next were the women doing a fan dance. Quite pleasant visually. Reminded me a little bit of the Whirling Dervishes we saw in Turkey. Well, not really but I don’t have any other point of reference.


Then we were treated to a small “band” playing traditional Korean musical instruments. What was especially interesting was their song selection. Like that ancient Korean standard “Ob la di ob la da”. You may recall the Beatles also recorded this tune.


And then our table arrived (literally) chock full of Korean goodness. Actually this picture doesn’t do it justice, and a couple of items arrived after the table (and this photo). That was a lot of food! And we ate pretty much all of it. Yum!


My dinner companions, Duke and Ji Young. Despite his appearance, Duke nor I had as yet had our first taste of beer at this point. But we were getting ready to make up for lost time.


After our meal we headed back to Itaewon and Dolce Vita. I didn’t have my darts, so I used a set of Duke’s. I played like crap all night. Someone took this picture of me pulling my darts after a failed attempt to close the 16. Nice memory.


Tom arrived at Dolce shortly after we did to join the party. We have a Challenge League match later today. Here he is telling Ji Young that all he has to do is win one leg to clinch 3rd place. Well, he might win his leg, but he will have to beat me to do it. Which I guess is obvious, but I’m just sayin’ talking ain’t gonna win it, he’s gonna have to do it on the dartboard.


After a couple of hours of throwing darts, we moved the party up the street to the Bless U Pub. Here’s a photo of what we did there. Shots. Lots and lots of shots. And beer.


This is the guy who poured all those shots. Jin, the barkeep at Bless U.

Gina is the owner of Bless U and she bought a lot of the aforementioned shots. After the birthday song came the traditional birthday kiss. Just to be clear it was my first and only kiss of the night….


Evie (you remember, the star of Dorothy) was there with a group of her friends and joined us for a round of shots. Then she posed with me for this photo. She’s such a sweetheart. She even remembered my name!

And that is where the batteries in my camera gave out. I might have been wise to take that as a sign (or omen), but alas the night (morning) was not yet to end. Around 0230, someone had the bright idea of going to the noreebang to do some singing. Being well lubricated I joined the group and participated in butchering songs for a couple of hours. Afterwards, Tom (who is temporarily staying in the dorm at Smoo University) asked to spend a couple of hours at my place so he wouldn’t have to wake someone to let him into the dorm. So, we walked to my place in the rain (no umbrellas) and he cooked up some eggs and bacon (I was not in the mood to cook and he was the hungry one). We ate, he left, and I crawled into bed around 0600.

And today I feel like shit. Imagine that.

That’s the story of my birthday so far. I need to play that dart match around 1900 but otherwise I am going to stick close to home today. It’s all good, right?

Ready for the weekend

Started this fine Saturday by making myself a hearty breakfast of steak and eggs. Now I’m fixin’ to carry my trash out and pick up my dry cleaning on post. Exciting stuff, no?

Actually, I do have some nice plans for the next couple of days. This afternoon we will commence a two-day birthday celebration. Today is Duke’s birthday and tomorrow is mine. Duke and his girlfriend invited me to tag along with them to see a theatrical production of Grease. I’m pretty sure this one’s in English, certainly the songs have to be. Afterwards, I’m taking Duke and Ji Young to dinner. I had suggested dining at the restaurant atop Seoul Tower and we made reservations. When Ji Young discovered the meals were 60,000 Won each she wouldn’t hear of it. Instead, they made a reservation at a traditional Korean restuarant that apparently has some type of dinner show associated with it. That’s all I know at this point, but I’ll give a full after action report next week. I’m just hoping that traditional doesn’t mean sitting on the floor. My old bones just don’t take well eating Korean-style. I love the food though.

I guess our plan is to party well into Sunday morning to ensure that both birthdays are appropriately celebrated. After some sleep and aspirin, I’ll be at Dolce Vita Sunday evening for the final day of the darts Challenge League. I’ve got one game left to play but because I sucked on Thursday its meaningless. I can’t catch the player in 3rd place so I won’t be finishing in the money this time. Ah well, it’s been fun. And the practice is paying off, I won 60,000 Won Monday night in a tournament and I’m holding on to the #5 ranking in B division (my goal is a top ten finish this year).

So, I’m looking forward to the weekend festivaties. I really dislike feeling like a third wheel when I hang out with couples, but I’m done with turning down invites to do things. Wishing my partner was here doesn’t make it so, and sitting around doing nothing is no solution either. I’m actually finding ways to have a good time and I have a generally positive outlook regarding the future.

You may have noticed I have a new best friend in the comments section. I can’t figure this Jeff guy out. He writes like an intelligent person, but he seems whacked in a Ted Kacynski kinda way. I tired of him pretty quickly, but I’m sure Carol is quite capable of defending my manhood from his spurrious insinuations. Really though, who cares what some loser who has nothing better to do than leave long rambling non-sensical comments on a little read blog thinks?

My other big news is I’m going to have a visitor from the USA coming in Thursday. More on that soon. Now, its chores and getting ready for tonight.

UPDATE: I just got sent the current stats for the challenge league. I have NOT been mathematically eliminated afterall. If I beat Tom all three legs tomorrow in our game, we will tie for 3rd place. Which triggers a three game playoff. Tom is an American, but he grew up in England and used to make money playing darts in the pubs. He’s basically been playing the game his whole life, versus me playing for just a year. He’s more consistent than I am for sure. I’ve beaten him before though, so I know it can be done. I just have to bring my best game and hope he is off his. Still, I prefer to have a shot at something rather than just be playing out the string.