Rad Anthem by Rad Omen.
Sick song, even sicker video. This is such a hilarious video and I want to party like that every day of my life.
Props to my bro, Dave, for opening my eyes and mind to a whole new level of sickness. Visit his tumblr, he’s all smart and funny and stuff.
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The dangerous circle lens (contact lenses that exceed the diameter of your iris and into the white) craze that lady gaga started? Are you kidding me? This is normal fare in Korea for the past couple years.
you ask?
I’m alright. Could be better, could be worse.
I’ve met someone amazing and knowing that I have to leave soon and we’ll soon be separating is giving me a little bit of heart hurt, but the world has a funny way of making you meet the people in your karass (if you’ve read Cat’s Cradle you’ll know what that is). Now that I’m getting ready to head back to the states, I’m beginning to get a little bogged down with family obligations, organizing the things I have to send home, tying loose ends with friends I’ve met here, and many other things. Busy, busy, busy.
On a lighter note, I’ve pretty much finished prepping for summer intensives, and work is flowing like a babbling brook after a fresh rain. My life, while still incredibly busy, feels more constructive and less rushed. Ah, kids. Reminiscing is like reading a good book with a cold beer: all your thoughts and reflections are bathed in a warm light until they begin to get wavy and then you black out. Well the first part anyway.
Here’s a little schedule of the rest of my time, because I’m sure you’re all dying to know.
Sat July 10 - Rooftop party and drinking in Itaewon
Fri/Sat July 16/17 - Teacher’s retreat
Fri/Sat/Sun July 23/24/25 - Boryeong Mud Festival
Fri/Sat/Sun July 30/31/1 - Boys Trip to Busan
Fri August 6 - Going away party for me and MJ, another friend of ours
Fri August 13 - Dins with family
Sat August 14 - Getting the eff outta Korea. See you all later, hope all my illegitimate children come to haunt me later in life. HOLLA.
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But now that speaking tests are done with, I’m chilling on easy street.
While the kids prepare for finals, which begin tomorrow, Eric teacher gets to hang out, book all over peoples’ faces, tumblrize, and catch up on news and reading. I’m currently reading Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.
Goddamn you English professors, how come none of you guys had this awesome book in your courses? I’m only on page 30, but this shit is rocking, and not at all what I thought it was going to be about.
My school got wise and took over the controls of the air conditioning. I guess it didn’t seem that economical for one lowly English teacher to be pumping a huge room full of airconditioning for no one but himself and his easily sweating ego. Beh, it happens. Maybe this sticky, blanket-like humidity coupled with the incessant whine of my students who have to endure 50 minutes of torture in one of the only classes without air conditioning will help me later in life? I’m thinking Papua New Guinea, or the jungles of Cambodia when I become a spy mercenary?
But children, the time is nigh. The real E Choi only has a limited time in this most wondrous, densely populated, humid, Asian-y country. If my math is correct (and being of Asian descent, you can safely assume it is) I have a only 6 weekends left before I have to head to law school, at which time I will promptly go through this blog and delete anything with which you jerks could black mail me during my future run as president of the world.
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So I told myself that I would write this post like a million years later because I didnt know how people would react to it suddenly being put up but Evy said that I needed to write it so i am. Now don’t judge. k? promise? k. here goes.
바보 and I had sex. yes i know it’s possibly a little early for…
So I guess the “waiting” part of “lady in waiting” is no longer appropriate?
Congrats.
I remember when I was a young buck, fresh on the cusp of manhood (14), and Mrs. Hemsfeld, John’s mom, drove us to their house after football practice. While John was taking a shower, Mrs. Hemsfeld, or Margeret as she insisted I call her, wrinkled her nose and told me how smelly us boys get after sweating all afternoon. She was standing in the kitchen, elbows on the counter, while I stood nervously next to the breakfast nook. I just gave her a sheepish grin and an offhand comment about boys and puberty and B.O. I still remember how she tilted her head back and laughed at my mumbled comment as if it was hilarious before she fixed her eyes on me. I was in sweat stained cut offs and gym shorts, and the way her gaze never wavered, made me feel like a helpless fawn under the eyes of a hungry mountain lion.
She told me that I should take my clothes off and get ready for the shower because Johnny would be out soon. She led me to Johnny’s bedroom and said she was going to get a towel and leave it outside door. I quickly got out of my sweaty clothes and was in the midst of peeling off my boxershorts when Margeret suddenly walked in the room. My eyes immediately hit the floor as I saw that Margeret was also in the nude. She sauntered ever closer as my face and chest turned crimson with glowing heat. “Have you ever been with a girl?” Margeret asked, in a cool and confident whisper. I wanted to reply, “Yes. I actually touched Susie Taylor boobs over the bra at last week’s party.” But only wavering vowels came out in a stacato of stammers. She lightly touched me with the tips of her fingers, at the edge of my collar bone. Already I could sense the blood beginning to rush from my face to my lower regions. As her finger tips went from my collar bone, down the side of my chest and along my ribs, the tickling feeling soon turned to a warm, sensual touch…
Just joking. I lost it freshman year of college in my girlfriend’s dorm room. Lame right?
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favorite series as a kid
Oh my lord. I ate these up as a child. Thanks to Brian Jacques, I have an incorruptable sense of honor and morality, I constantly imagine moles talking to eachother in dumb accents, and stoats (whatever they are) will always be evil creatures.
Cracked.com’s Top Ten lists are mostly dumb and at most, mildly interesting. But, I found this one and thought that it was profound AND funny.
I especially like that last one, about life as a whole, and our being raised in a veritable fantasy because of the media’s portrayal on how life is supposed to be.
macaroononastick: watermelonsorbet:thewaterflowsup:slidesandswings / heartdews / hearttosoul / conniechiwa:awskii / siphanounneua / junethea / arthurjames:
Otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t float away from each other.
(via idontdoodle)
Cutest thing I’ve ever heard.
DAWWWW
Japanese and Chinese blogs LURV espousing the idea that Korean women are uglier than their women. This is a good, hilarious example. I just feel bad for the chicks that they use as the “ugly” examples.
For other examples of this type of ethnocentric shenanigans, go to youtube and check out American girls vs. British girls or Chinese girls vs. Korean girls.
hammeroid:neonshadows:yanisabeeel:-jenn:jessmae:
Stephen Wiltshire. This young artist is grabbing a lot of attention by the likes of CBS and other national news outlets. Stephen has been drawing cities since being diagnosed with autism at a young age, saying it’s his way to express himself. What’s unique about this artist though is that all he needs is a 20 minute helicopter ride above New York and after 7 days, 12 pens, and a lot of music on his ipod, he finishes the massive 18 ft accurate depiction of the city all from memory. He’s so accurate that when drawing Rome, he drew the exact number of columns in the Pantheon. His work is being shown at Brooklyn’s Pratt Institute along with his permanent gallery in the Royal Opera Arcade, Pall Mal.
This is really interesting. Normally, our brains tend to replace absolute details of what we experience with approximations. This is illustrated in Without A Clue, where an actor playing Sherlock Holmes asks a questioner to describe the building they’re standing in front of, without looking back at it. The man describes it as brick, with black railings and windows. Holmes then asks “How many windows?” In other words, Holmes both sees and observes.
In the same way, as we go about our day, our brains record instances (we walked past a tree, a telephone post, some cars, on the way to get coffee but usually, it doesn’t really pay any great attention to such objects. They get filed in our brain as short cuts or icons of objects, rather than a record of the actual item.
We also do this in crowded situations, filtering out or ignoring conversations and sounds all around us and selectively focusing on specific items.
It appears the artist does not have this short cut filter system running as he actually does remember all these amazing details. This makes sense to me as my Mom, when working with children with autism back in the ‘70’s, discovered that providing a place of lessened input (study desk with plain light blue walls and headphones playing white noise) helped a lot of kids get a handle on things and then work with my Mom and her teaching.
Imagine growing up with autism, where you have no filters on the input coming in to your brain. It’d be like raising a baby in a Pink Floyd laser light show that never ends. Aaaaaaaugh!
So my tumblr name is beansnkimchi, beans representing my Mexican side and kimchi for my love of all things Korea. I think one of the biggest reasons I love the Korean culture is that not only is it extremely unique, but it’s very similar to mine.
As most people know, Korea is a patriarchal based…
Beans and Kimchi, what a funny combination [slash] I love Mexicans and most every other culture in Latin America. My best friend in University was a Mexican American, and every time we came back from trips to our respective homes, we’d split some of the food we brought back to our apartment. It was awesome.
I don’t mind living in a household where my wife was the main bread winner. I don’t find it emasculating, plus I’d be a kickass father and would really benefit from the midday nap times.
One thing that is a MUST for any of my future spousal applicants though, is the ability to cook. This is not a misogynistic thing, nor is it out of necessity. I can cook. I just find it really sexy and awesome if my girlfriend, instead of taking me out to dinner on my birthday, creates something from scratch. And then I eat about half of my delicious plate of chicken parm, wrap up the rest, down the rest of my red wine, hoist her over my shoulder and then take it to the bedroom.
