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More to come about the night...mostly as it comes, in random images and remembrances....to include:Straight JacketsBawdy WenchesBandsMore BandsAnd Debauchery

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I'm asleep. That was the good part. It had been a long day and after a long day I had managed to get to bed to sleep in a way that was both satisfying and relaxing. Life was good and quiet. The first thing to wake me up was the dog. The dog clicking and clacking along the hardwood floor at the end of the bed. He does so because he is cold. He had his hair trimmed last week and since then he has

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Waking home from an early nightcap, having had some wine (fine a bottle of wine) with the Irish. I decided that I wanted to bring home some ice cream. Which seems like a great idea but you have to keep in mind that I'm not supposed to have it. The boy, however, loves it, and I'm sure the dogs would be happy to watch him eat it in the hopes of licking a spoon. At the shop I was talking with the

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I travel a lot for the work I do. Thus it was no surprise when I informed the boy and the dogs that on Thursday night I would not be coming home, or if I did come home it would be only to pick up the things I needed before I hopped on a bus and headed out to another city for a rather large presentation. Indeed none were surprised, but Tino, the shitzu, was not amused. On Thursday after a mad day

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I've been sewing like a madwoman the last couple of days. Everywhere I go I see stitches. I see designs. I walk the streets and window shop in the windows of boutiques. Daegu is an erstwhile fashion mecca with so many designers you can throw a stone and hit three in the street, especially if the stone bounces. Since my art is coming back slowly but surely I have found myself damn near chained to

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I wander into the Lonely Hearts Club well past midnight. I figure it will be a nice change of pace from the other bar and mostly I just want to go and see Hyun and listen to good music. The bar is crowded tonight, being Saturday not that unusual. I pick a piece of bar and sit down, wondering about the wisdom of coming to the bar by myself. Hyun and I have a shot together and he pours me another

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It was a lovely Friday, day before Chusock in Korea. Chusock being the biggest holiday in Korea, and many parts of Asia (lunar harvest festival, Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter all rolled into one) I knew pretty much everything would be closed. However when I finally disentangled myself from the blanket of infinite entropy I decided I wanted to do two things. One was to hit Seomon Market and

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If you don't live in my particular neck of Asia, or at least somewhere outside of the continental United States, you have no idea just how nutty people are being about H1N1. I will grant you that people in the US are a little nutty on their own about H1N1, my favorite particular brand of nut-tacular being Swine Flu parties, like chicken pox parties but with the flu. Seriously? At least, in that

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We pile back into the elevator and head to the first floor of the hotel. We can all hear music thrumming in the background, that sort of off dance techno base rhythm that makes a body full of booze want to move. We exit the hotel and it only takes us in our inebriated states about five minutes to figure out how to get to the nightclub in the basement of the hotel.We walk in and head to another

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We were sitting on a hill a bit away from the Korean Pantera when the call came in from the Artitst.“Alright, boys, let’s boogie.” We all jump up and grab our various different kinds of gear and head over to meet the Artist who talks with us as he puts out the lights and finishes closing down the booth.“So, where are we going?”“Back there,” points the Artist and we follow him even further up the

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"I don't think we are going the right way," I say as we continue to walk. We are about five minutes from where we have started, but I'm pretty sure we are not heading in a direction that is towards either beer or civilization. "No," says the Irish, "this is definitely the right way.""How do you know?""I have beer-dar." "We are so screwed." And yet as we crested the next hill and turned the next

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The cabbie dropped us off at Woobang Tower land which is the biggest amusement park in Daegu."At least if we get bored we can do something else." Quips the Irish.I look around and figure we have to be somewhere close to the right place as I can see a number of signs for the Body Painting Festival on the road. After a few minutes we decide to ask yet another cab driver which gets us a finger

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"When are we meeting?" Was the topic of conversation on the phone early Saturday morning. "When do you two get moving?" Was my return question. Finally the Irish and I managed to agree that we would meet at 2:00 which gave me some time to finish work on a writing project I'd taken on that needed to be out ASAP. I wanted to not have too much work hanging over my head as I planned for a weekend of

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Trust me, more to come. World Body Festival Time again. I go for the nipples. And the Art. The Inspiration. And the absolute fucking GENIUS!

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The seasons are changing. I go back to work but I don’t think about work all day. I think about that moment coming, when the day is finished, a solitude, a time to myself. The bus ride is long. I am packed in with the forty or so Koreans who ride the bus. I look at the window. I think of my departure, of walking up the stairs and entering that room. The moments hesitation, the fear, the

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I sort of begged on the evening of the second night to go home. I was feeling pretty chipper and didn't really see why I needed to stay. My throat didn't really hurt that much and hanging out in a hospital did not seem like a good time. When the doctor finally came around to visit me around four he at first said that I would need to stay until the next morning. Then he came back about twenty

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Having just gotten off a fourteen hour flight, one hour bus ride, and three hour train trip to get home I started to wonder what I could do for fun now that I was back on the ROK. Major surgery, I thought to myself, that's an interesting way to deal with jet lag. My schedule is generally insane, and the tonsils really were trying to kill me, so as much as I did not want to have to have surgery,

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So, unbeknown to me my tonsils were launching an campaign for emancipation in the spring of 2009. I say unbeknown as at the time I assumed it was merely a little strep infection, I'd go through my usual round of antibiotic treatment and days of social isolation and then I would move on. But no, my tonsils had something entirely different in mind this year. They were done. They were leaving, and

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Two bottles of wine loom on the table and we looked into them pondering how they might get emptied out when the rain and the lightening caught out attention. “Let’s go to the beach?”“What time is it?”“It’s just after 11:30.” I provide. There is some small discussion here, but in the end the end the sound of rain falling down and the thunder in the sky were enough to motivate us off the couch and

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I rode the bus to Seoul at early. I actually had to be at the bus by four am so I could be in Seoul on time for my flight. I left my place at three. The dogs gave me that annoyed look for waking them up from their beauty sleep. The rain is coming down hard, monsoon season at four am. The big bag I pull down the stairs behind me is loud and I worry about waking the entire building at four. I

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I've been damn sick. I've been sick for so long I don't remember what it's like to be one hundred percent healthy anymore. Every two weeks I've been back at my doctor and every two weeks I'm back on antibiotics. It's been like this since March. Since I first got the strep that I that almost killed me. It went away, life was okay, things returned to normal. Then it came back. Again in March. So I

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I'm not really sure what I expected when I first thought to bike ride with the dog. I'm sure that I ended up getting a lot more than I bargained for. After the first day I was pretty confident that I could do this again. I started to take stock of my bike. I have a fairly nice bike, I think. It's silver, has a basket, a mirror, and a bell. It also has seven speeds you can change in-between which

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Well, as has been mentioned a new dog was acquired. I admit it, I got talked into it by a friend of mine that volunteers at the shelter. She talked up a big beautiful black borzoi dog. Granted I did not want big black borzoi dog but I knew my roommate would be happy to meet and gain such a dog especially after losing the other dog last summer.So a new dog was gained, named Gracie, who is about a

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After having head a successful non-tourist minimalist shopping day on the Tiakong Road I decided to make Sunday simple. I wanted a burrito. That was my goal, indeed that was pretty much my only goal I figured out where to get Mexican via my little book hoped into a cab, and was off.When I excited the cab I recognized the area as one I had been in the day before somewhere in the French Concession

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Been following the news from North Korea lately? If I wanted to sleep better at night I should probably stop. Actually at this point I’ve mostly decided to ignore it although it has lead to several rather unpleasant thoughts lately. If it’s a shooting war stay or go?How do I get my money out? Better, can I get my money out?If it gets really ugly Philippines, China, or Japan?Nukes?Why all the

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