On the subject of VD

I’m full of the spirit of Valentines Day this year (oh was the title of this post misleading? Sue me!).

Jenn at I’ve got two shoes has a great post about the bag one of her students used to bring candy to school.

Here it is:

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If you can’t make it out it says:

“Loving You
Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth”

A perfect Hallmark moment. It may not have the utility of “Bah Humbug” but damn if it doesn’t capture the essence of love.

And what is Valentine’s Day without poetry?

I ask but one thing of you, only one
That always you will be my dream of you.
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have dreamed and rested on.
Forever vanished, like a vision gone.
Out into the night.

Alas how few there are who strike a chord in us
We knew existed, yet so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven borne castles shattered to the ground.
Yet through it all our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
Oh stay your hand and leave my heart its songs.

–Amy Lowell
Roger that.

Ain’t I the cats meow?

Tonight the current edition of the BUD challenge league concluded. Coming into the final day I was leading with 52 wins and Jin was second with 50 wins. I was done with my matches and Jin had 3 legs left to play against Rick. Rick took two, which gave me the Championship 52-51! As a result, I was both jazzed and 100,000 Won richer. Imagine my surprise at that outcome:

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Woo Hoo!

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Jin I am sure was disappointed. He played some damn good darts and I expect he is going to be a force to be reckoned with in the future.

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Duke was in the money with a third place finish.

With the regular season concluded, it was time for tournament. I drew Duke in the first round. He pretty much owned me in cricket, but I eeked out a victory in the ’01 leg. Duke then won the diddle and to my surprise called ’01 again. I threw a couple of high tons and a 97 late that left me with a 50 out. I sent my first dart at the double bull and hit the damn thing for a stunning victory.

I then beat Rick and Jin to finish at the top of the winners bracket and had about a 2 hour wait until the losers bracket concluded. Sitting at the bar I felt myself fading fast (with the late night associated with Duke’s party I hadn’t slept much). It was either coffee or a nap, and I opted for the later finding a relatively quiet corner in the bar to rest my weary head. I dozed for an hour and woke up feeling better, but still a little out of sorts.

Jin wound up coming back to face me from the losers bracket. He needed to win two matches to take the tourney victory. In the first leg of the first match, I squeaked out a cricket win. Jin then annialated me in ’01, hitting two ton-forty’s and a couple of more tons. I still had 300 points on the board when he hit his double out. He won the diddle and called ’01 again. Although it was much closer, he still pulled out the win.

So, it was the second match for all the marbles. I won the diddle and called cricket and pretty much dominated for the win. In the second leg, it was back to ’01 and we played it neck and neck all the way to the end. Jin had a 32 out and I was sitting on 24. Jin took three throws at the double 16 and missed. My second dart hit the mark and I was the tourney Champ. Made myself another cool 100,000W to boot.

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I really was more pleased than I appear here. Just dog ass tired. Jin gave me everything I could handle and I was just drained.

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Jin with his second place bounty.

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Rick got 3rd place in the tourney. He had already gone home, so Grant stepped in and did his best Rick impression. Actually, not bad….

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Here’s some of the motely crew who are regulars in the Dolce Vita dart circuit. Left to right: Colin, Lonnie, Mario, Duke, Jin, Me, Jim, Grant and Cuatro. We may not look like much, but we have a lot of fun and it is a great group of guys.

So, not a bad finish to the weekend, eh?

“Dukey” Vita

So last night was the going away party for Duke at Dolce Vita. In his honor we renamed the bar Dukey Vita.
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Bottom line, we ate some good food, drank copious amounts of booze, and threw a bunch of darts. Rather than bore you with my written account of the evening, I will bore you with my photographic record of the events as they transpired. Here we go:

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Duke and his sweetheart Ji Young.

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Duke is the one who brought me into the dart league and really helped me improve my game. Sometimes now (a lot more than he likes) I kick his ass. And even when I don’t he has to work hard to win. Thanks for the lessons Duke.

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And thanks for introducing me to your girlfriend. She shore is purty….

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And if you don’t like me hugging on your girl, whatcha gonna do about it?

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Lonnie made that tasty con queso dip. Jim made the spinach dip that everyone loved. I brought some deli cuts (ham/turkey/roast beef) and baked a carrot cake.

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Duke, Lonnie and Jim chowing down

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Duke and my coworker Corine.

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I’m pretty sure Ji Young won’t like this photo, but it is part of a series. She goes from this…

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to this…

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to this. She recovered rather quickly though and was soon back in full party mode….

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Lonnie was having a good time…

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Duke and Grant. Not sure why Grant was practicing his Nazi salute…

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one of the “hash house harriers” joined the party…

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Corine was a good sport to hang in there with a bunch of drunk dart players…

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Ji Young giving Duke some flowers. He is not going to San Francisco however. He’s on his way to Fort Drum, New York. Heard they had 110 inches of snow up there this week…

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No Duke, we said stick the flowers up your….

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Friday night Ji Young broght her brother, aunt and sister-in-law to Dolce. They didn’t speak much English, but the sister-in-law told Ji Young I looked like KFC. That’s like ten times that has happened to me now. I am either going to have to start taking it as a compliment or lose some weight. Kamsamnida!

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Corine gets the obligatory hug from Duke….

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….and seems joyous about having survived to live another day.

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Song Hee and Hae Lee took good care of us all night. Thanks!

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Coincidentally, Gina from Bless U was celebrating her birthday. She brought her entourage by and we merged parties for awhile.

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I got Gina a hug (and a box of chocolates) for her birthday.

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I think she liked my hug better….

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Gina also brought along her bar’s dart league team…the Blessed Bulls. We have a friendly rivalry and will be playing each other in two weeks…

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What the hell?

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We had a little impromptu dart tourney…

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And me and Scott took Craig and Colin down for first place. Craig is proudly displaying his second place winnings…

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My friend Cindy who is going through some sad times right now.

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Geez Duke, get a room!

Well, that was pretty much the going away gig. Everyone had a great time I think. Duke’s farewell tour continues today with the BUD Challenge League Tourney. I will also learn today whether I am the league champion. I am two legs ahead of Jin who has to play three legs against Rick this afternoon. He sweeps, he wins. Two legs forces a playoff. We shall see.

Tomorrow will be Duke’s last SIDL game with Take it Easy. Thursday is Duke’s last night in Korea and we are all heading out to the new Hooters for his farewell dinner. I really hate to see him go, but such is life in Korea.

I left Dolce around 1 and stopped into Debut, my favorite after hours bar for a beer and some Korean eye candy…

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That’s Ji Young who had DJ duty last night. Ain’t she sweet?

I was sitting at the bar next to a New Zealander pacifist (is that redundant?). He wanted to talk politics so I indulged him for awhile. His world view is of course that America is evil and the root cause of all that is wrong. He actually advocated that Bush be assasinated. Seemed a little inconsistent with his professed belief in non-violence. I tried to talk some sense into him to no avail. The conversation ended when I called him a pussy who was unwilling to fight to defend the freedoms he enjoys in a western society. I told him not to worry because it was likely the USA that he despises would be there to bail out New Zealand when the Islamofascists come calling to impose Sharia law. What a fuckin’ weasel he was.

Oh well. So ended another night in Itaewon.

Silencio!

Everything is gonna be alright. Sometimes the silence is deafening, but if you listen long and hard enough you get a message that is crystal clear. Mere words lack that impact and can be ambiguous or misunderstood. Not so the uninteruppted quiet that tells you in the most eloquent way just how inconsequential what was once valued has now become.

I’m ok with that. What is to be gained from looking backwards? I’m finished with this.

Let it be forgotten
As a flower is forgotten
As a fire that once was singing gold
Let it be forgotten
Forever and ever
Time is a kind friend he will make us old

If anyone should ask
Say it was forgotten
Long and long ago
As a flower, as a fire,
As a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.

–Sara Teasedale

Four strong winds

At Dolce tonight, feeling kinda blue.

This was one of the songs playing on the music machine:

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don’t change
Come what may
If the good times are all gone
Then I’m bound for movin’ on
I’ll look for you if I’m ever back this way…

I guess that’s a Canadian folk song. The Neil Young version is what was playing tonight.

Things change, it is the nature of life. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck though.

Ah well. What’s done is done.

A good night for darts…

At least last night was. We beat our arch rivals Eberhardt from Scrooge Pub 15-4. Some damn fine dart throwing for Mario and Cuatro. Duke beat the guy he wanted in a grudge match and I threw a six mark and two five marks in cricket. Not too shabby.

Afterwards we went back to Dolce and did lots of shots.

And so ended another day in the life.

The more things change….

….the more they remain the same.

I guess the big news around here is that my good friend Duke is moving back to the States in a couple of weeks. Sounds like a good opportunity for him, but he will really be missed. One of the things I have had a hard time adjusting too here is the transient nature of friendships. I’ve been here two years and seen so many people I have come to know, respect, and enjoy pack up and move on. Yeah, it’s the nature of the expat lifestyle, but I don’t have to like it.

With Duke’s departure we have a big hole to fill on the dart team. Luckily, we picked up Mario. Good guy who hangs out at Dolce a lot anyway so he will fit right in. Duke was numero uno last year, so those are big shoes to fill, but if we all step up our games a bit we should remain competitive.

I’ve also assumed the duties as team captain. Mostly by default, but I don’t have a problem with it. Its mostly just setting the lineup and making sure everyone gets a chance to contribute, while still putting the best possible team on the line each week. I have two goals when it comes to darts: winning and having fun. So hopefully I can maintain the right balance and everyone will be on board.

We lost our first match 9-10 but came back this week and won 16-3. Real tough game coming up against Eberhardt from Scrooge Pub. There’s some bad blood from a couple of years ago (really just one guy on their team) so we are motivated. It will be interesting.

Not much else to say right now. Well, there’s more but I’m not ready to say it.

As they say in China…

My Korean language skills are next to non-existent but someone sent me this Chinese lesson and it seems like it may be easier to learn….

Learning how to speak Chinese is really very easy

Learn Chinese in 5 minutes (You MUST read them aloud)

ENGLISH — CHINESE

That’s not right — Sum Ting Wong

Are you harboring a fugitive? — Hu Yu Hai Ding

See me ASAP — Kum Hia Nao

Stupid Man — Dum Fuk

Small Horse — Tai Ni Po Ni

Did you go to the beach? — Wai Yu So Tan

I bumped into a coffee table — Ai Bang Mai Fu Kin Ni

I think you need a face lift — Chin Tu Fat

It’s very dark in here — Wai So Dim

I thought you were on a diet — Wai Yu Mun Ching

This is a tow away zone — No Pah King

Our meeting is scheduled for next week — Wai Yu Kum Nao

Staying out of sight — Lei Ying Lo

He’s cleaning his automobile — Wa Shing Ka

Your body odor is offensive — Yu Stin Ki Pu

Great — Fa Kin Su Pa

I don’t know, maybe this is not PC. I’d hate to be lumped in with Rosie O’Donnell. Then again, if you can’t take a joke, phook yu.

Alive!

More or less. Feeling much better physically. A cough and sore throat persist, but that I can handle.

I owe a buch of emails, but didn’t want to have my silence mislead anyone (or give false hope as the case may be) regarding the relative state of my well-being.

Still throwing darts. Our team lost the first league match Monday night, 9-10. We went undefeated in regular season last year, only to be upset in the playoffs. So, I’m not losing sleep over any particular loss. Trying to be a big picture kinda guy. I’m throwing pretty decent, so if I can keep that up, the rest will work itself out.

I’ve been doing a lot of navel gazing these past few weeks. If I figure anything out, y’all will be the first to know. For now it’s all about moving forward. Which is all well and good. Unless that sound screaming in my brain is on oncoming train. What are the odds of that?

Anyway, no worries. No complaints. Life is what it is, and even if you don’t get any mulligans you play your lie and take your best shot. Then again, I always sucked at golf….

Every person,
all the events in your life
are there because you have
drawn them there.

What you choose
to do with them is
up to you.

from “Illusions” by Richard Bach

3 days sick

Damn, don’t know what the hell got into me, but it has knocked me on my ass since Monday. High fever, hacking cough, and more lethargy than normal. How sick was I? Too sick for darts which says a lot. I worked Tuesday which was both necessary and a mistake. I was so wracked with fever yesterday morning I had to call in sick. Got some drugs from a Korean pharmacy in the afternoon which seem to be helping. I woke up in a puddle of sweat this morning so hopefully that means the fever has broken. Regardless, today I must work.

I had some weird dreams or hallucinations during the worst of it. I also got a taste of what it will feel like to die alone. Not pretty. On the bright side, I was touched by an Angel in Ulsan. And life goes on.

Weekly update

Just been getting settled back into the Korea lifestyle. I was over my jetlag by Wednesday (helped by sleeping from 7pm to 4:30am Tuesday night). Thursday was the first night of the Bless U/Dolce (BUD) Challenge League. I threw pretty good darts taking 9 of 12 legs. Also met another blogger, the guy who writes Thoughts of a Goat. Nice guy who throws darts but is unable to participate in the BUD league because of a busy schedule. He’ll be playing for Bless U during the regular dart league starting the 22nd.

Friday night I had some people from work over for burritos and movies. Then I went out on the town and wound up making it a late night. Did my regular bar circuit, then dropped into the Grand Ol’ Opry around 2am. It was pretty much dead by then but I chatted with a couple of Koreans at the bar for awhile and that turned out to be enjoyable. One of them had spent time in Northern Virginia and South Carolina so we were able to share something in common.

Last night I met up with some of the guys from the fantasy football league. Scott, the guy who beat me in the championship game (by three frickin’ points) was there and in lieu of a trophy he got his hamburger paid for. Andy and the Dram man of Marmot’s Hole fame were there as well and they are always interesting to talk with. Brian isn’t a blogger but he’s a nice guy from Alabama and we talked a little SEC football, along with politics and religion. He also joined me for some brews at Dolce, Bless U, and finally Metro bar which is where I left him at midnight. At my age I just can’t pull off two late nights in a row. It was a great time though.

Today I’ve just been lazing about the house (I’m still in my robe as I write this). Later I’ll be heading out for the Sunday edition of the BUD Challenge League. And tomorrow is a holiday so hopefully I can avoid the Sunday night blues.

And that’s about it from here. Yeah, I know I need to get off my ass and do something with myself that doesn’t involve bars. I’m working on it. It would be good to have something to write here that wasn’t just boring drivel, wouldn’t it?

We shall see.

Christmas in the ‘burbs

Merry Christmas to each and everyone!

Here’s some photos from my Christmas in Virginia:

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The tree.
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Preparing the feast.
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Well, Carol SAID she liked her present…
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Nolan definitely liked his…
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Ashley and son-in-law Michael with some of their bounty.
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Nolan and I have already been practicing our darts.
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The old homestead decked out for the holiday.
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The stockings were hung by the chimney with care…

Ok, that’s probably enough for now. Weather has been in the 50s, much warmer than Seoul. Leaving tomorrow for South Carolina to spend time with the parents, kids and that sweet granddaugther.

I’ll be back.

“The Seoul of Christmas”

Well, being back home on a Sunday means doing the things I can’t do in Korea. One of those is reading the Sunday Washington Post. And having a home cooked pot roast. But let’s focus on the newspaper for now.

Actually the Post, although not nearly as blatant as the NY Times, tends to piss me off with its liberal bias. But what are you gonna do? They have a decent sports section and the comics are good. Plus, you get the Washington Post Magazine as well. So there are things to enjoy if you are willing to look hard enough. Anyway, one of the writers I particularly like is Gene Weingarten. He is normally quite witty and I was looking forward to his regular column in the Sunday Magazine. Imagine my surprise and delight to find he had penned a Christmas play at the request of a reader who teaches English in Seoul. Here’s the link, but since I went to the trouble of finding the column online, I am going to take the liberty of reprinting it in full here. I’m thinking since I’m such a big fan Mr. Weingarten (and the Post lawyers) will forgive me if I have exceeded the “fair use” limitations. I hope you enjoy:

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Three Wise Men and One Dope
Gene writes a Christmas pageant

By Gene Weingarten
Sunday, December 24, 2006; W36

Dear Gene: I have been in Seoul, Republic of Korea, for three days. I am here teaching English to 6-year-olds and have just been informed that I must write a short Christmas play for eight students. I must confess that I am a heathen and know little of this Christmas spirit. Can you help? There must be exactly eight roles.

— Onno Savage

“The Seoul of Christmas”

A Play in One Act

Cast: Mary, Joseph, First Wise Man, Second Wise Man, Third Wise Man, Little Drummer Boy, a Lamb and Frankenstein’s Monster.

Scene opens in a manger.

Mary: We have a baby boy!

Joseph: What shall we name him?

Little Drummer Boy: How about Park Kim Lee Ji-Soo?

Mary: That is a fine name. We’ll just call him Ji-Soo.

First Wise Man: Here is some gold, Baby Ji-Soo.

Second Wise Man: What are you, crazy? Who gives gold to a baby?

First Wise Man: Well, what did YOU bring, wise guy?

Second Wise Man: Myrrh.

First Wise Man: What is that?

Second Wise Man: It is an aromatic resin often burned at funerals to hide the smell of rotting corpses.

First Wise Man: Oh, that’s a LOT better.

Third Wise Man: Well, I brought this.

(Third Wise Man goes behind a tree, emerges with Frankenstein’s Monster. Sound of crying from the cradle.)

Second Wise Man: You idiot. It was supposed to be frankincense. Take that thing away.

(Third Wise Man exits with the monster. Baby quiets down.)

Little Drummer Boy: Behold, there is a giant light in the sky!

(All the other characters immediately dive for cover.)

Little Drummer Boy: No, it’s okay. We’re not being nuked by Kim Jong Il. It’s just a very bright star.

(Everyone gets up.)

Lamb: It is proclaiming the birth of a newborn king. Joy to the world!

Everyone: Joy to the world!

First Wise Man: (to Second Wise Man) Did you know lambs can talk?

Second Wise Man: No, but if you hum a few baas I can fake it.

(Little Drummer Boy plays a rimshot.)

(Third Wise Man returns.)

Third Wise Man: So why are we here, again?

First Wise Man: To adore the baby.

(Three Wise Men gather around the cradle.)

Second Wise Man: He’s definitely adorable.

First Wise Man: Yep.

Third Wise Man: He looks just like Winston Churchill.

(All the other characters stare at Third Wise Man.)

First Wise Man: Let’s hope he grows up strong and wise and just.

Everyone: Hallelujah.

Second Wise Man: And filled with peace and goodwill for mankind.

Everyone: Hallelujah.

Third Wise Man: With a really forgiving sense of humor.

Everyone: (loudly) AMEN!

Gene Weingarten’s e-mail address is weingarten@washpost.com.

Still ten minutes to Christmas here in Virginia, but I’m staying up to see if Santa comes. I’ve been more nice than naughty this year. Honest.

What’s in your stocking?

Yep, still killing these early morning hours deep in the bowels of the ‘Net while the rest of the house sleeps. Check out these Ten Worst (as in dangerous) Toys of All Time.

Not to be missed is the Johnny Reb toy cannon at #8, complete with Confederate Battle Flag. You definitely want to see the commercial for this 1961 offering. Yeah, I remember the ad although at $11.98 it was out of my reach.

Safe and sound

I made it back to Virginia without incident, and that’s about the best you can hope for when it comes to air travel during the holidays. The planes were jam packed of course, but I had an aisle seat and did the best I could with the confinement that is steerage, I mean economy class.

The house is all decorated up for Christmas and looking good. Since my last visit Carol has installed hardwood floors and the place is looking a hell of a lot better than it did when I lived here. Have to give credit to the son-in-law who is quite the handyman.

You might have noticed that I’m posting this at 3:30 am–yeah, my body thinks it’s Saturday afternoon. Oh well, I will adapt to the time change–probably a day or two before I head back.

Got a nice cartoon from a former coworker (and friend) at the Department of Education. So, Jim you be careful should any altercations break out at Dolce Vita.

More later….

I’ll be home for Christmas…

Flying out this afternoon for a couple of weeks with the family in Virginia and South Carolina.

In other news, we suffered our first darts defeat of the year and were eliminated in the second round of the playoffs. Alas.

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Actually, that’s a picture from the CPAC Christmas party (although it probably does accurately capture my mood after the darts loss). Technically, this is after the party, I really did have a good time. The party was held at 3 Alley Pub, and there was good food, karaoke, and a Yankee gift exchange. I got drawn to make the first gift selection and snagged a nice set of wine and champagne glasses. Which my co-worker Corine promptly took from me when her number was drawn. I wound up with the Hickory Farms pack of sausages which was a little ironic as that is what I had brought to the gift exchange as well.

Seeing as how I was expected to take my turn at karaoke I needed to obtain the courage that is found after several mugs of beer. Don’t get me wrong, I sometimes enjoy the norebang experience after a night of drinking with friends, but singing in front of 50 people I work with is a different story. Unfortunately, my “big voice” was not designed to carry a tune or sing on key (whatever that means), but what the hell. I did a Beatles tune “All my loving” and did backup vocals for Leora on “End of the world”. No one said I did great but they didn’t laugh either, so I call that a success.

I really haven’t had much Christmas spirit so far this year but I hope to capture some when I get back home. Here’s wishing each of you of the happiest of holidays.

A clean, well-lighted place

I don’t know why really, but in my boredom this morning I am recalling a short story by Ernest Hemingway which not so coincidentally has the same title as this post. I was a much younger man when I had to write a paper on the story for a college course in American literature. I found it haunting then, but from the perspective of my advanced years I have a deeper understanding and appreciation for what Hemingway was saying. Of course, the paper I wrote is either long gone or in a box in the garage back home (I do tend to be something of a pack rat), but you can read a take on the story by Elizabeth Wall I generally concur with here. A teaser:

The main focus of “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” is on the pain of old age suffered by a man that we meet in a cafe late one night. Hemingway contrasts light and dark to show the difference between this man and the young people around him, and uses his deafness as an image of his separation from the rest of the world. Near the end of the story, the author shows us the desperate emptiness of a life near finished without the fruit of its labor, and the aggravation of the old man’s restless mind that cannot find peace. Throughout this story stark images of desperation show the old man’s life at a point when he has realized the futility of life and finds himself the lonely object of scorn.

Anyway, here in the real world I continue to plod (or maybe slog) along. Work was a little stressful this week. My boss was on leave the past couple of days so I had the pleasure of attending several meetings in her stead. Actually some interesting stuff going on but it’s classified so I’m not at liberty to talk about it here. I did have the experience of being grilled by a 3-star on a topic I was not as prepared for as I should have been. Not real pleasant to be sure.

After work yesterday we all went to the boss’ house for her annual Christmas gathering with the staff. She’s an excellent hostess and cook and it is always nice for everyone to get together outside of the working environment. I’ll post a couple of pictures of our group next week.

I got back home around 8:00 and it being Friday night and all I headed out to Dolce Vita. Duke and Lonnie had already left for Hongdae to play soft tip darts. Jim was there though and we killed a couple of hours at the dart board. Later June (I wrote about her once in a post called “Sodomy”) came in half lit and wanted to throw darts with us. Lonnie’s girlfriend Cindy was there as well and she was feeling like a darts widow (my words, not hers) so we invited her to join in for a doubles match. Jim and June prevailed in a hard fought match despite Cindy throwing an unlikely ton-17 (two double bulls!) in the ’01 leg.

I was ready for a change of scenery and Cindy asked if she could tag along. Cindy is a sweet Korean gal who has not had much exposure to Americans prior to hooking up with Lonnie (although I understand she did live in Canada briefly). I asked her if she had ever been to a country bar and she said no so it was off to Grand Ol’ Opry. Turns out she had never been up “the hill” either and she was quite taken aback by the prostitutes sitting in the doorways of the hooker bars as we made our way to the Opry. Somewhat surprisingly, the place wasn’t too crowded and we were able to get a table near the dance floor. She was quite impressed as she watched some pretty good country dancers. I introduced her to the Texas two-step and she did pretty good for her first time (especially since I’m a generally crappy dancer). At midnight, as is the Grand Ol’ Opry tradition, we all stood and sang “God Bless the USA” followed by “The Star Spangled Banner”. Not sure what Cindy thought of that, but I love the hell out of it. We watched a couple of line dances (which I DO NOT ever attempt) and having finished our beers departed.

On the way back down the hill we stopped in to see my friends at Debut. I’ve written about it before, just a small place filled with good people (at least most of the time), good music and friendly staff. It’s like an oasis in a desert of depravity and I will stop in once a week or so for a night cap as I make my way home. It’s definitely an after hours kinda place, doesn’t open till 9:00 and doesn’t get busy until 2 or 3 a.m. Anyway, Cindy caught the good vibes there right away and seemed to enjoy the cozy atmosphere. She was trying desperately to reach Lonnie on her cell phone without success, but I reassured her that he was busy with darts and likely couldn’t hear his phone.

Being the gentlemen that I am, I escorted her back to Dolce Vita so she could rendevous with Lonnie when he finished darts. It was almost 1:00 and all the soldiers were rushing out to beat curfew. Jim and YJ were there along with the bar staff, and Jim bought us a round of drinks. Lonnie and Duke arrived around 1:30 and I told Lonnie he owed me 20 bucks for babysitting his girlfriend all night. Of course, I actually enjoyed showing her a good time and since I never have an escort when I make my bar circuit it probably helped my image to be seen around town with an attractive Korean woman.

June came in around 2:00 about as drunk as you can be and still be standing. Actually, she was not standing long because next thing we heard was a big crash and we turned around to find her sprawled on the floor. Duke helped her up and into a chair where she sat for a few minutes before heading out. June is a really cool woman and it makes me sad to see her drink to excess. Duke says her problem is that she makes bad choices with men, gets her heart broken, and then drinks to get them off her mind. Well, there are lots of sad stories in Itaewon, that’s for sure.

The McDonald’s in Itaewon is now open 24 hours. It had been awhile since I had anything to eat and I got to craving some trans fats from Mickey D. Only the second time that’s happened since I’ve been in Korea. Duke agreed to join me, so we said our goodbyes to the Dolce crew and headed out. There was a light rain falling and out in the middle of Itaewon Blvd we observed June staggering about apparently trying to hail a taxi. Seeing as how it was just as likely that she would get run over as catch a cab, Duke pulled her out of the street and I took on the chore of finding a cab. Which proved to be unusually difficult. I guess because of the rain and late hour, everyone in Seoul had filled what is normally an endless supply of taxis. Meanwhile June was resisting our efforts to get her home safely and Duke had to physically restrain her, taking a couple of blows to the face in the process. As I looked down the street I could see several people also waiting for an empty cab. Realizing it may take an hour of standing in the rain before an empty cab got to us, I suggested crossing the street where at least we would be at the head of the queue. June was not happy about that insisting she wanted to go in the other direction. Well, there’s no reasoning with a drunk person so we manhandled her across the street.

About this time SongHee, one of the Dolce bartenders, got off work and she assisted Duke with controlling June while I continued my attempts to get a taxi to stop. Finally one did. We wrestled a reluctant June into the cab who was protesting that she didn’t want to go in that direction. She couldn’t grasp the concept of a U-turn apparently. So she’s in the cab but the driver refuses to take her anywhere in her inebriated condition. Out she comes, and we are back to square one. I’m a little pissed at this point and I tell her in my “big voice” that she is going to get in the next fuckin’ cab and go home. She nodded sheepishly and five minutes later we had her in a taxi and on her way. Hopefully she made it home without incident, but there is only so much you can do.

SongHee needed a cab too, but we invited her to join us at McDonalds. She thought that was a great idea and off we went to dine on burgers, fries, and sundaes at 3 in the morning. After our meal Duke headed home on foot and I managed to snag a cab for SongHee which I shared as far as the Cheil building near my villa.

Yep, it’s a wonderful life. Tonight I am playing in a soft tips tournament in Nowan (I have got to get out of Itaewon before I lose what is left of my mind). Tomorrow is another darts tourney at Dolce. Yes siree.

After re-reading the sad commentary above, I guess I understand why I’m in a Hemingway state of mind:

It was all nothing, and a man was nothing, too…Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it was nada y pues nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee…

I’m just too old for this shit.