Waking Party

This weekend, I went to go see Dave-from-San-Francisco's band, The Waking Party, play at Funky Funky. It was a great show, kind of a Franz Ferdinand injected with punk energy. I enjoyed it quite a bit.

Teaching children is fun when you hit them, when they do funny things, and when you can talk about Starcraft with them. On other occasions that it doesn't fall under these categories, it can be a little tedius. But that's to be expected. They bite and hit each other ceaselessly, and scream at the slightest provacation. But they're cute and fun sometimes. I have been kneed in the balls and sneeze spittle has found its way into my eye. But overall, not so bad.

I have been going to Seoul a lot. Which is rockin'. I've never been very accustomed with big cities, and Seoul is so safe that I am getting very comfortable hanging out and enjoying big city life. I get to learn about other cultures, like such indispensable information as Dave-from-Cambridge teaching me "apples and pears" for stairs and "trouble and strife" for wife. That's pretty amusing. And he's just so charmingly befuddled.

I'm also enjoy being in a soceity where I can't understand the language, or even begin to read it. Sometimes, I find myself dodging other white people I see just because I am savoring my anonymity. Gives you a lot of time to think uninterrupted, which is nice.