I'm currently chilling out at the pad of (I think) 규성, aka Maxwell, aka Mad Max, where I crashed last night. His brother is also here, on a brief visit from Japan. Very cool. Last night I finally got to the Gwangju International Center while it was open, heard a talk on Mongolia, and went out with a group of truly excellent people. After the first bar, where a bunch of us blew 10,000 won each on disgustingly flat Guiness, we got over to this awsome place owned by a German-trained Korean brewmaster.
Max was in Seattle and Boise, and at least he got to be in the latter around the time of that big bowl game upset. I talked with another guy about Nietsche and Dostoyevski and the Christian original sin/redemption concept, and I also learned that silly multilingual puns are well appreciated in this crowd (though not, I hope, the exhausted Seoul=soul). One of the girls is trying to volunteer for the Gwangju film festival coming up in December, and was excited when I brought it up. That should be very nice.
Stay in peace.
4 comments:
You go, boy!
It sounds to me as though you are really taking a bite out of the semi-socialist apple. Oh, man, how I long for the same sort of inter-textual intellectual stimulation. I trust you are not misrepresenting or view of love and its redemptive value, and the representation of same in canonical western literature...
By the way, you are aware there is supposed to be a "z" in the name, right?
Yeah, sorry for the misspelling, but it was a 'K' I missed, not a 'Z'. And I had an extra E in there.
As for love: I think I'm carrying the nuclear football well.
Oh. Sorry. I did not realize ... you were talking about the great Green Bay linebacker???
Yep... a guy who could truly penetrate the standard line of Western civilization.
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