Tuesday, November 29, 2005


This won't be the first time I've talked about poo, and it probably won't be the last, but the whole ddong thing is worth mentioning again just... 'cause it's funny! I came across a whole line of products by Dalki with this character, Dongchimee.

The pen has a pile of poo on the end where you click it. There is a picture on the body of the pen of the ddong man and a squatty toilet. I found some notebooks, so I bought them too. They have strange scenes of Dongchimee experimenting with poo. It seems that Dongchimee's side kicks are a creepy looking fly and a bunch of flying laxatives. Who's job is it to come up with this stuff? Who are you?

Monday, November 28, 2005

magic juice

I started seeing my acupuncturist again on a regular basis. The change in weather messed my whole body up. I went because my hands started to feel achy and sore. I'm an old lady on the inside. I can feel when it's going to rain from the bursitis in my hip and the cold gets into my joints and makes me crabby.

We started some new therapy. Moxa placed on specific points. I have gotten used to the smoking wooden bowls on my stomach thing, but this is different. The moxa is like a short stubby incense stick. They are about the diameter of a pencil and no longer than an inch. At the end there's an adhesive sticker that looks like a reinforcer. The nurse sticks this thing on me and lights it up watching it burn down to my skin. This is supposed to put heat into certain points that have too much cold. All I know is that it leaves a little brown stain on my skin for like a day and it still smells of moxa. I'm not settled on whether I like the smell or not.

A few of my coworkers have come down with sinusitus, and I'm pretty sure I have the same. I figured I'd see if I could go the more natural route instead of just taking another round of antibiotics like I have done so many times in the past. I got some acupuncture on points on my left leg and foot. AND then I got some crazy package of dry herbs and a thick herb drink. First I have to take the dry stuff (it has the consistency of instant coffee mix) like it's a shot and follow it with the witch doctor juice. The drink comes in a pouch and should be warmed slightly. I wouldn't say it's delicious, but I wouldn't say it's the worst medicine I've had to take.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


A couple of years ago I found the absolute cutest umbrella in a stationary store right off of Washington Square Park. Petite, pink, perfect. What made it truly unique was the little switch that made the LEDs on the points blink. I had to have it.

This umbrella made rainy days something to look forward to. I've been really good about holding onto this one. Only once before was I so good about an umbrella. I had a hunter green golf umbrella for about 4 years throughout undergrad. I left it on the subway one day. I was devastated about my umbrella situation until I met the hot blinky lady.

Recently, I went to get my hair cut and when I got home I realized I had forgotten my umbrella somewhere, maybe at the salon. Actually, I wasn't exactly sure if I had left it there... but, I figured I had just lost it. I bought a new cute frosty white umbrella out of necessity one day at a convenience store and decided to just move on.

I was near the salon the other day so I popped in and just asked if by any chance I had left it there and they still had it. Well... THEY DID! After a whole month and a bit. That never happens. Can you believe it?! REUNITED with a cute umbrella!

Another note on umbrellas:
I was in the GSMart and happened to glance over to see a group of girls all "testing out umbrellas." They were opening them up fully, pulling them over their heads, and swirling them all over(a laSingin' in the Rain). They didn't seem to be concerned about the fatc that they were indoors, AT ALL.

I thought that maybe they were just a little silly, but then I saw it again and again at other places. Though I'm not superstitious, I wouldn't do that. I guess it's just not common for people (where I come from) to do--unless you're letting it drying out in the tub. The bathroom is an exception to the rule for some reason. I realized how silly I've been all these years not to open an umbrella indoors.

where would you find pussy in the grocery store?

I still love miss pussy.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005


They're new, and they're huge. They have everything. You can use your transit card to buy snacks. The retrieval process is quite a production (there's a conveyor belt involved). Fabulous.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

silly service

Of course your booze should come with more booze AND toothpaste. Duh.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

and p.s. love...

I like spending my time with you. It makes it flow from one good moment to the next much easier--filling the space in between with anticipation and productive thoughts.

Friday, November 18, 2005

the joys of ESL (cont.)

Does the books are important for children?

The book is important for children. There is wise and many good ways inside the book. Read a book. we have a good brain and wise.

Book is have smart. All the book is have a energy to smart. but all the books are not. The comic books are instead bad.

Book is important for children besides the man. Many man said read a book to children. Man read a book to writting well and easy work in the company.

Book make language well. language is linking to book. If, read a book well. this people have language well. Apart study the language.

One day doesn't read a book. come out the spine inside the mouth lately People doesn't read the many books. Many people hardworking to read a book and become a smart!

The best part of this essay is, "One day doesn't read a book. come out the spine inside the mouth lately." WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!? I couldn't string together a list of random words like that if I tried. It's looking like this one has a future in writing English signs or slogans for notebooks and other products that could potentially be featured on Engrish.com.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


It's happened. I don't know what it is exactly, but it happened. I discovered, via my webstats, that my feet (and legs) are on a German foot fetish site. This is so hilarious. Life just keeps getting funnier.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005


I was at the bus station and I had 4 minutes before my bus left. Though I didn't have to go, I had a terrible feeling that if I didn't go to the bathroom, I was going to have to go to the bathroom. I was expecting the worst. I thought it would smell terrible, or I'd have to wait in a long line, but it turned out to be alright.

Then I saw the foreigner toilet. They had one for kids, which I think is adorable, and then the foreigner toilet! I thought at first, okay maybe all of them are squatty toilets but this one is like a sitter. BUT that wasn't the case, they all were western style sit down toilets! Even the kiddy toilet.

I felt like I was looking at a WHITES ONLY sign next to a water fountain. For a moment, I considered stealing the sign. I realized it would have been a bit difficult and I didn't have any time to mess around. Thus, I settled for just taking a picture. I stepped outside my body, and saw myself taking a picture of a sign in a bathroom, and thought about how strange I must have looked. That's probably why they make separate toilets for my kind...

Maybe there's something here I'm not getting. Anyone out there got some insight on this one?

more nostalgia

from the Philly SEPTAdventure journals:

past my window. in my head. between my headphones. entangled in my thoughts. newness for my day. sugar for the coffee i don't drink. a drip of honey. slowly come to a quiet stop.


(right around "Nicetown" which is not exactly so nice)

fantastic. this must be my special day. the most spectacular thing decided to sit directly in front of me.
wearing a faux fur black jacket and a diamond earring.
an elegant older black man with a long grey mustache and BLUE eyes.
His loud magenta dyed hair, neatly braided in intricate cornrows zigzagging all over
his head. braids pulled tightly exposing telltale grey roots that creeped around the edges and curves of his fabulous coiffure.
YES, magenta. A hot bold magenta.
I caught myself staring.
I wondered what goes on in his head. What his thoughts sound like.
What does he says to himself before walking out the door each day?
I wouldn't mind crawling into that one, just for a few... see out of those eyes.
I thought he was fabulous. That day on the 23... I was 25
feeling old when I was reminded to live young always
as life passed by my window
i thought
smile at children, wear pink, dance, dream,
be the outrageous one
and love. just love.

Monday, November 07, 2005


Now also a bar in Hongdae. What will the Koreans think of next?

When I thought it just couldn't get any better, I found a bag at artbox I couldn't pass up. Prolific Milk yields milk, and all food products derived therefrom. Okay... Yes, it does ask at the bottom, "Were you bottle-fed or breast-fed as a child?" This was so strange I had to buy it. Then, I actually had to look up milch to see if it's a real word. IT IS! It's an adjective meaning "giving milk."

getting lost, finding art

With a cup of peppermint tea in my hand I set out in the early afternoon to find a specific artshow. I wanted to see works by Tim Noble and Sue Webster at Kukje gallery. I got lost and ended up taking a long scenic art tour around Insadong. It was a wonderful solitary artsy afternoon. I listened to The Philadelphia Experiment (the remixes) and wandered down tree lined streets littered with yellow gingko leaves and orange-brown maple leaves.

Once I realized I was far from the place I hoped to be I decided to check out where I was. I came across the Daelim Contemporary Art Museum. The building was interesting so I decided to check out the show, Our Mutual Crossing, with photos by Lee Won Chul & Andrew Wim Sheehy. The self-portraits were often of shadows. Something I've always loved. And a lot of the photos were taken of images reflected in water, puddles, mirrors on a car door, or windows. I thought this was a clever way to take pictures of people in public without them knowing. I thought about how you could set up pictures just as you wanted and all you had to do was wait for your random subject to walk into the frame.

As I continued on my detour I came across the Jean Art Center, that had a huge sculpture of a pumpkin with dots all over it sitting in the front. "That's cool. Wonder who did it," I thought. Turns out it's the work of Yayoi Kusama! One of my favorite crazy art ladies. I remembered going to her show LOVE FOREVER at the MOMA a while back. Man does she ever like dots. Apparently, due to some sort of mental illness, she's seen images of dots and flowers all her life. Her art is a way to control her world. I loved her room filled with strange little banana/phallic red polka dot pillow sculptures. I have no idea what the pumpkin is all about though. Regardless, it was like getting the update on an old friend, hearing that all is well. I left content.

I've been thinking a bit about artists as control freaks. At least creative control freaks. They want their vision to be pure, perfect. They want to have an environment, a medium, a platform to be the sole ruler of their universe. I guess it's kinda the same old story--that artists are narcissists with a god complex or something like that. Additionally, in many ways, I think that the art is what keeps many artists sane. It's a way to control themselves... maybe(?)

A block down the street, I found an empty gallery, Brain Factory. No one was even sitting in the gallery watching that no one stole the art. A show titled Tactile Illusion showed the work of Lee Ji Eun. Funky stuff, hard to describe.

I walked past the Blue House, where the president lives, and gazed past it to the beautiful mountains that stand behind all the guards, gates, and other hoopla. Finally I found The Joy of Sex, at Kukje. The drawings they featured were okay, but more impressive were the two shadow pieces at the front of the gallery. A Pair of Dirty Fucking Rats is a brilliant, funny, little piece. It's a pile of found objects, just garbage, strategically placed so that the shadow casts the image of these two lovely rats in the act.

Even more impressive were the paper cutout (sorry, no pic) mobiles. They cast the most intricate and fascinating shadows. So unexpected.

After my art excursion I went to see The Corpse Bride, and ended the night at a board game cafe with a bunch of fabulous people planning a party. All in all a good day.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

journals from the past

red brooklyn journal: truths and lies, but mostly unfortunate truths

I used to collect stamps. I'd daydream about discovering a stamp that was worth a considerable amount of money. I was also a girl scout for about 3 years. Until recently, these were the two most embarrassing/secretly fabulous nerdy pieces of my history that I adored. Now, I knit. I'm actually kinda good at it too.


I want to put you in my pocket

I want to have two of you for breakfast
(along with a scoop of ice cream on the side)

I want to play under covers
kiss you silently
tell you I love you always

I like you safe on my skin. close. inside.
you are special like newness

over and over like the day then night
but then night again

I adore the mornings with you there


There is a hum behind my thoughts. It's a faint organ echoing in a cathedral.


A massive gelatinous slug like shaped mound of goo dripped from her pussy and splattered on the floor at our feet. As I wiped a bit of warm ick from my ankle, I concluded that this was, by far, the most horrifying and simply the nastiest thing I'd ever experienced. At least since the time a girl went down on me and in the middle of it all I discovered I had gotten my period.


I had enough sangria and then I had another cocktail.
Enough meaning I lost count of how many because I was making conversation with strangers
then while waiting for the bathroom
I struck up a full discussion on the Bloomberg 2 to 1 bathroom ratio thing.
We delved into the depths of why women spend so much more time in the bathroom.
The conclusion was that women wash their hands.

I had so much fun last night I broke the send button on my cell phone. It cracked diagonally exposing the LED underneath. It was the sacrifice I had to give up to the gods of the party. Thou haveth too much fun and you must giveth away a piece of thyself... or rather thy cell phone.

Summer in New York is meant for being a sloppy mess in the streets.


At the foot of the bridge
in the back of a cab
I remember where I used to live
where I once played
and the past hopes for my current existence
Whimpering another unconvincing pep talk
slow then fast
I lost track of where I chose my path
and where fate took over

Thursday, November 03, 2005


pics from Gyeongju.

I went south for a little trip to Gyeongju with my adopted family. They're so cute. I went to some museums, tombs, and temples.

garden of headless Buddha sculptures

Then I took a walk around my neighborhood and finished up the roll with patterns, the lake, and long paths.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

the spell checker on blogger

doesn't know the word blog.

too many things

I have a gift for collecting little pieces of paper and other odds and ends that I claim are "really important." I don't know what to do with all this stuff, but I feel like I NEED it and if I toss it I'm going to regret it later. The piles have started to resemble mountains and so I started to hide the maps, quotes, letters, pictures, ticket stubs, etc. in drawers and folders trying to deny the existence of such a large quantity of crap. But it's not crap, that's why I hold onto all these things in the first place. I need to be reminded. I need to see these things. I need to know where to find the information quickly when that time comes. I keep telling myself I'm going to build the big ass archive, a scrapbook of sorts. But all the paper overwhelms me so I continue to file and hide.

the wall

I've resorted to a bulletin board format to document, inform, decorate, and organize. In a way it does a similar job to what a blog does, just in a physical space with all my tangible stuff. It may be the start of a new artform/craft. On top of pasting I've started to use plastic bags as pockets to store loose items I don't want to make permanent, but removable. It's like a small window into my world.

I put up things I want to hold onto (like the shells I picked up on the beach in Pusan and the package of crushed red peppers from Pizza Hut my mother gave to me that holds a story much funnier than the actual item). It holds important info--from business cards to addresses and urls. There are things I need to keep till later when I'll use them, like money from Thailand, stamps, and funny stickers. There are things I want to remember. There are maps and calendars. There are dreams I wrote down, there are quotes, there are articles that caught my eye, and notes from books I read.

I'm going to continue to work in this manner till I have to leave this apartment. Then I can simply roll them up, stick them in a tube, and take them with me. I'm already on sheet number two.

the wall


I have all these random little things I've had for too long. I'm starting to make things out of them once and for all. Everything else is going to be thrown out! Create or purge!

my zipper necklace.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

nipples and breasts galore

Who could ask for anything more?
Whatever it is I think I see, becomes a breast or nipple to me... nipples, nipples, breasts, nipple necklace, breast cushion, breast change purse.