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Oh, that’s right. I remember now…

Oh, that’s right. I remember now…

Looking at the pageviews for the first month of this blog, I shouldn’t be too surprised that my dismissal of anyone attributing the Sewol disaster to Confucianism is far more read than everything else. One of the main things about blogging in Korea is that you simply must pontificate write authoritatively about the issue of the hour.

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Not only does it give you the much desired image of the Wise…

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It’s been a year now…

It’s been a year now…

Yup. Japan is a year in my rear-view mirror today.

I had shut the door to no-longer-my apartment the week previous to that and headed to Tokyo to enjoy what I assumed was my last hurrah there. Turned out that the constant pain in my chest that forced me to head home for English language medical help was just a Hiatal Hernia. Could have been worse.

My bike path in Miyakonojo. Then the summer temperatures there lit me on fire and I stopped.

My bike path in Miyakonojo. Then the summer…

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"Later, suckers!" on Flickr.
I had a student (not this guy) who lived in the Japanese countryside, far from the mall the eikaiwa was in, so he and his mother would make a day of it. He had a tendency to go exploring while his mom was distracted. It got to the point that my partner teacher and I would keep an eye out after class for him wandering the mall by himself. I lost track of how many times I walked him back to his worried mother.

"Later, suckers!" on Flickr.

I had a student (not this guy) who lived in the Japanese countryside, far from the mall the eikaiwa was in, so he and his mother would make a day of it. He had a tendency to go exploring while his mom was distracted. It got to the point that my partner teacher and I would keep an eye out after class for him wandering the mall by himself. I lost track of how many times I walked him back to his worried mother.

I won’t add a video of Queen’s “Bicycle Race” to this post*

I won’t add a video of Queen’s “Bicycle Race” to this post*

How many times in the weeks since I’ve gotten a bicycle have I uttered, or though, the words, “Nice turn signal, yah fucking asshole!”?
No idea, but if we assume it has happened at least one time when I’ve sat my ass down on my me-powered mobile, we’re somewhere in the range of three or four cartons of eggs. Fragile, easily smashed eggs. Much like my bones should I not see them in time as I’m…

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shot44 on Flickr.
For the first four months of my time in Japan, I would pass through this parking lot on my way to the PC Cafe to get my weekly internetting done. I got internet at home at the same time I got a bicycle. I would still pass though this parking lot, just on my way to getting lost somewhere. Shot with an Instax Mini. Scan of a print.

shot44 on Flickr.

For the first four months of my time in Japan, I would pass through this parking lot on my way to the PC Cafe to get my weekly internetting done. I got internet at home at the same time I got a bicycle. I would still pass though this parking lot, just on my way to getting lost somewhere.

Shot with an Instax Mini. Scan of a print.

I’m also listening to Weezer a lot again. Korea reminds me of Weezer.

I’m also listening to Weezer a lot again. Korea reminds me of Weezer.

In the time between leaving and returning to Korea, I was living in this little place called “Nihon”. The kewl kids called “Nippon” but I don’t because it sounds a lot like “nipple” and I look far too much like a sitcom landlord to risk those sorts of wacky hijinks.

If you’re a lifer in Korea, you’re already preparing your rebuttals to anything I may say along to lines of, “It’s a lot better…

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かわいいクルー on Flickr.Here’s some cuteness for you.
Two of my young Japanese students on my final day there. I think they were close to turning four years old in this image. I had taught the boy since he was eight months old.
Olympus Pen E-P3.

かわいいクルー on Flickr.

Here’s some cuteness for you.

Two of my young Japanese students on my final day there. I think they were close to turning four years old in this image. I had taught the boy since he was eight months old.

Olympus Pen E-P3.