Taken in my kitchen. Yay, tropics! This is the only picture that really came out -- little bastard was fast.
Height, the most totally awesomest science diagram I've ever seen.
This is like an astronomy geek's Botticelli.
Just wanted to welcome my heterosexual life partner Doye to the site. Quick background on Doye: We were in the army together while stationed in South Korea. Doye's probably one of the few people I knew who have been in Korea longer than me (and not of Korean descent). Also Doye's real life partner (female) is Korean, and yes he did do the traditional style wedding. It was fun.
Anyways, welcome to the site Doye.
I have to write a short paper, and so to organize my thoughts and write aloud I thought I'd make a post where I toss out some ideas.
Washington Mutual bank has failed and is being scavenged by JPMorgan Chase. I haven't been giving much attention to the dire straits of the recent US news, but this is a bit of a shock.
Their marketing slogan used to be, "the friend of the family." For my family, they were the bankers. I opened my first savings account with them when I was ten, in their outreach program to schools to encourage families to save for college. They still hold all of my accounts, and my credit card is through them as well.
I've always contended that the Korea Times is about at the level of my high school newspaper, when it comes to quality of journalism. They will print pretty much anything.
Case in point. What the hell is this guy talking about? I read over the articles he's referencing, ages ago, but I still have no idea what he's talking about.
For Korea-related news, just watch the Asia feeds on AP and Reuters, and keep an eye on Yonhap.
[It's true. "Thirteen Ways of Looking At a Blackbird" was inspired by the multiple-paneled Asian painted screens.]
I thought this was appropriate, given the season here in the US.
Maybe it's just too late at night (3 AM local) but I just suddenly found Boysetsfire to be the funniest thing ever. I mean, lyrics like, "We will, break your legs/ And you will, thank us for the crutches," sung in all apparent seriousness . . . that's some funny shit, yo.
Sick of rambling. Every time I write something I feel like it’s just another letter to our non-existent complaint department. It’s a feeling I’ve had since my speech class. I wonder to myself, why can’t I write something inspirational? In actuality I don’t have much to complain about. What? Nothing to complain about? Doesn’t sound like me~ Well in actuality I am sick. Seems I have a bit of a cold.