That’s right. There’s a Daelim Daystar sitting five floors below my balcony as we speak. And two helmets and keys lying on my bed with a bunch of other shit very neatly placed on my dresser.
Here were some choice reactions from my co-workers:
“Don’t kill yourself.”
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat the Fuuuuuckkkkkkkkk.”
“You’re going to get deported.”
“Aaron, I like you. You’re artistic.” (my boss)
Whatever.
I guess, full disclosure: I’m going to need to practice. But it had to be done. This island could be my one and only chance to lead a biker gang. If I’m going to defeat the volcano, I was going to need to up my street cred somehow. And winning fuzball wasn’t going to cut it.
Pictures soon?
My second-grade students were learning about animals in class today. At first I was really impressed, since they knew lots of more obscure ones like “crocodile”, “cheetah”, and “giraffe.”
Then I realized that these were just the random creatures in the textbook. The text’s writers also randomly included “dinosaur” in with all the others, which really doesn’t make any sense. At least you could find all the other ones at the zoo. If the book is going to include extinct animals then it should just rip off the Power Rangers and have all the really cool dead animals, like the mastadon or sabre-tooth tiger.
How can a textbook teach students about dinosaurs but not narwhals? At least narwhals have existed in their lifetime.
Speaking of narwhals, I drew one on a balloon and gave it to a girl who was crying on Friday. Afterwards, she was all smiles.
This weekend was more laid back then usual, in that only one night was spent staying up until 4 in the morning. Saturday was open mic night and I performed the rap as my gangsta alter ego, Inner City Hello Kitty (see: Halloween). My favorite compliment of the evening:
“Some people on this island just aren’t very interesting. You’re not one of those people.”
It was wonderful to hear.
On Sunday I went with a friend to a photojournalism exhibition at the Jungmun Convention Center which showed some rather gruesome pictures of child poverty, environmental devastation, and war zones. There was some pretty moving stuff there, and if anyone reading this is currently on the island, I’d recommend you check it out (it’s free). Spoiler alert: Bangladesh has some problems.
Finally, some long overdue pictures from two weekends ago:
Culture Time 