First, shot from my balcony yesterday:
Then, today I went a few blocks down from my apartment and saw this (there had been a heavy cloud cover all day with no rain and I was feeling a bit glum, but come late evening everything changed); you want a spectacular sunset? wait for an overcast day!
that had me floundering in pop-philosophical and sort-of-mystical musings.
to come across these beautiful big flowers in the sidewalk while walking along a stream in Jegidong, Seoul.
This Errant Cardigan someone misplaced was going to be the post today.
But while I was out walking earlier, I lost my own jacket. After an hour and a half of walking I was getting pretty hot, so I took the jacket off and slung it over my shoulder bag. Then, a while later I reached into the bag for my phone camera, and realized it was gone. I retraced my steps for a considerable distance, but no luck. It was lost.
Now there could well be some other blogger somewhere uploading an "Errant Jacket" post.
Having briefly worked in the moviemaking business (and actually done a bit part opposite no less than Gene Hackman!), I got to learn some of the industry's jargon, including "above the line" and "below the line". The former refers to the major cast, the director, the writer and producer. The latter is everyone else, including the technical crew, the small-parters, the "extries", etc. Today I persuaded Selene to play both parts for me.
Wonder what could have caused that? Looks as if something burrowed or ate its way through the cloud.
Or maybe something invisible fell through it?
Years ago, in the hand-to-mouth period between grad school and stable employment, there was a time when I thought I was in a relationship with someone. What it turned out to be though, was just her nursing a "crush" on me. On little ol' cotton pickin' me? Does that sound weird? Anyway, it turned out she had been having some unrealistic expectations of me, and because of it I had been introduced to her father and she had been introduced to my mother. But of course it did not last. I was not who she thought I was and could never be. I don't know if she ever was who I thought she was, because I never really got to know the real "her". It all came to a head one night when something that started out trivial suddenly flashed into a full-fledged explosion. That's when we realized we were not a couple. I never saw her again.
It seems rather unfair now in retrospect, but I confess that at the time I felt I was a victim. After all, so my reasoning went, she had approached me first, she had made the initial moves to make me lower my guard, and had done all the work to pull in innocent, inexperienced little me, then when she found out what I was really like, ditched me -- and over ideological issues that didn't even need to matter in day-to-day real life! Well, live and learn.
Here is something I started after that climactic incident, incorporating that idea of victimhood. Eve, the Serpent, and Adam -- yet another unfinished project. This is the censored version.* I don't know what Blogger's standards are about sexual imagery; to see the unexpurgated original, click *here.
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Eager early preparations for a holiday that was virtually unknown in Korea until quite recently. When I visited Korea some years ago about this time of year, the only sign I saw of its acknowledgement was a small, paltry display of mini jack-o'lanterns hanging at a booth in Namdaemun market. And now look, it's a huge big deal, at least among younger people.
From about five o'clock to six thirty or so yesterday, I took an aimless, longish stroll through the neighborhood, photographing whatever caught my eye. The sky was particularly interesting.
reminded you of Guillaume Apollinaire's The Amorous Exploits of a Young Rakehell, you may be forgiven. It did me, too. Anyway, it was tasty. And filling.
That is the creepiest, scariest "face" that I've ever seen on a car. Looks like a vampire.
