sunne-burn'd braine. blood toilet:
1. the stringlets of blood that linger in the bottom of the toilet bowl after I've dumped a keeper-ful of #menstruation in it and flushed once
2. the digital bidet in the women's bathroom at Seoul Electronics High School which is used by my co-workers exclusively when they are #menstruating. I don't think it's against the rules to flush toilet paper down it, but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to poop in it. There's a different toilet for that. There's also a different toilet for when you just have to pee and you're not on your period, but the digital bidet has a seat that senses movement and prepares to WARM YOUR BUTTOCKS THE MINUTE YOU ENTER THE STALL.
3. the airport bathroom en route Johannesburg --> BsAs, sink full of rusty swirls of maybe-blood, the lower slant of the floor halfway to flooded. The sink clearly clogged - did someone know that the sink was clogged but was so desperate to get the #menstruation off their hands that they rinsed in the sink anyway and then left the bloody water there, because what else can you do when you're #menstruating in an airport bathroom with a flooded floor and a clogged sink?
Maybe the rusty swirly color was something other than #menstruation, but I really hope not.
Sunday, 28 February 2010
Saturday, 27 February 2010
bikini tribal
disco thong sandals! (RIP)
Obligatory photo of La Casa Rosada.
BALLZ
[the corpse of] Ulises' grandfather is in here.
Alexi's roommate (left) and creepy-ass landlord (right).
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
kiwi licuado, SO GOOD
KY gel valentine's day heart-shaped balloon.
tourists are welcome here?
jesus guarding over the children('s playground)
IT WAS THE BABY
doll/dyke
dyke/doll
THE FUTURE
pam-mom meets pam-mom, suckles tits
for papa, from agus and mama
choripan of DOOM
at the Eloisa Cartonera collective, we painted books.
I painted this one. Obviously.
then the city FLOODED. THRICE.
ewwwwwwwwwwww
skype 3-way
audra and ulises at the outdoor milonga near feria
el caminito in la boca
SHE'S FUCKING THAT HORSE
what would lar-bear say.
red cow-print tango shoes!and then he told me I was a god
6 Feb. 2010
I've been dreading this movement but now I am moving (because it is time to move) and it feels like coming home a little, somewhere along the line airports ceased to be confusing and unknown places and became something like my comfort zone. Once more I am not searched at customs, though I have a shaving razor in my carry-on and I'm carrying several hundred dollars of converted currency that I was really supposed to report. #privatemeat is a cheese "whopper" in the lounge outside customs, I guess I eat cheeseburgers now
if I still have enough ₩ for wine. On the bus from Seoul I teared up briefly - it felt like I was leaving Korea - I am leaving Korea. Passport control asked me if I was coming back to Korea and I said yes - that's true, and I'm positive I projected the vulnerability in her tone. How strange that there is even the option to not come back but outside of my job there is nothing really to hold me here and I don't know why I am cleaving so tightly to Korea when it was so easy to leave Michigan.
15 Feb. 2010
They'll serve my cappuccino after I finish my panqueque 55, they don't drink coffee with food here. Korea doesn't drink any beverages with food, unless it's alcohol (I'm thinking about Korea a lot here). I've only just found out that Argentina is usually considered a third-world country, I'm not even sure what that means. The fact of my American privilege more obvious than it has ever been before (more obvious than in Korea? where I am given a job only for speaking English, where even the oldest person at the table sometimes treats me as the honored guest. I have things these people do not have and have no expectation of ever having. (Not all of the people, I mean, I don't know what I mean.
16 Feb. 2010
("Oh! Girls from Michigan are beautiful!") I imagine that everyone who sees me and Audra together here forms the assumption that all girls in Michigan don't shave their armpit hair. I finally managed to keep my eyes closed the whole time with two of the leaders, maybe I didn't even want to open them
Told me I was so tall and beautiful that if I would only dance my height (instead of trying to fit myself to the height of my leaders) I would have the world at my feet because I am a god ("sos Dios"?)
17 Feb. 2010
"Hola Leo, dame un poco de tu fuego" -Oscar, I don't know what it is about me that makes all the middle-aged porteños think I'll respond to the most saccharine and obvious pickup lines they can muster. "La vida es corta" is another
FUCK TANGO IS THE WORST THING EVER FOR MY SELF-CONFIDENCE IS THIS REALLY WHAT I NEED NOW?
24 Feb. 2010
I wonder if Korea will feel like home when the plane lands. I feel like a raw nerve right now - we're on the highway out of BsAs, I don't know if I'm ready for my sense of reality to shift again so soon. Nelly Furtado "I'm like a bird" just started playing in the taxi, we're at the toll booth. I'll definitely blog about that when I get home.
There's a strong "tow wind" which has "decreased our flight time substantially" - to 8 hours! Originally, flight time was 12 hours between Buenos Aires and Johannesburg, or something like that (though I can't be sure, flight lengths and times have been blending together these days) and I thought: OMG! only 8 hours! what a relief!
Turbulence is a side-effect of the strong tow wind, they've told us. I like the turbulence when it happens, it reminds me that there is a world outside, that we do not exist in isolation in this claustrophobic space. Most of the windows are closed - the window across from me was still open for a while and I could see some sort of horizon through it (though it was dark out, and we've been above cloud-level this whole time - maybe the horizon was the line between our layer of clouds and pure sky?) I liked that horizon, but my window view is gone now. It's light out now, I can see a corner of someone's open window and the real light from it is a relief from the darkness of the cabin, though I'm the asshole who turned on my reading light while most other people are still trying to sleep - I'm sorry! I tried to sleep, really, but I couldn't and the darkness and inactivity was making my head feel too tight, I needed light and OH NO now I can't even write anymore if this pen dies.
[pen didn't die! don't worry <3]
26 Feb. 2010
I've gotten so comfortable in seat 38A, by the window, that I'm dreading leaving it a little, leaving it means I am getting terribly close to Korea, terribly close to having responsibilities again.
I've been dreading this movement but now I am moving (because it is time to move) and it feels like coming home a little, somewhere along the line airports ceased to be confusing and unknown places and became something like my comfort zone. Once more I am not searched at customs, though I have a shaving razor in my carry-on and I'm carrying several hundred dollars of converted currency that I was really supposed to report. #privatemeat is a cheese "whopper" in the lounge outside customs, I guess I eat cheeseburgers now
if I still have enough ₩ for wine. On the bus from Seoul I teared up briefly - it felt like I was leaving Korea - I am leaving Korea. Passport control asked me if I was coming back to Korea and I said yes - that's true, and I'm positive I projected the vulnerability in her tone. How strange that there is even the option to not come back but outside of my job there is nothing really to hold me here and I don't know why I am cleaving so tightly to Korea when it was so easy to leave Michigan.
15 Feb. 2010
They'll serve my cappuccino after I finish my panqueque 55, they don't drink coffee with food here. Korea doesn't drink any beverages with food, unless it's alcohol (I'm thinking about Korea a lot here). I've only just found out that Argentina is usually considered a third-world country, I'm not even sure what that means. The fact of my American privilege more obvious than it has ever been before (more obvious than in Korea? where I am given a job only for speaking English, where even the oldest person at the table sometimes treats me as the honored guest. I have things these people do not have and have no expectation of ever having. (Not all of the people, I mean, I don't know what I mean.
16 Feb. 2010
("Oh! Girls from Michigan are beautiful!") I imagine that everyone who sees me and Audra together here forms the assumption that all girls in Michigan don't shave their armpit hair. I finally managed to keep my eyes closed the whole time with two of the leaders, maybe I didn't even want to open them
Told me I was so tall and beautiful that if I would only dance my height (instead of trying to fit myself to the height of my leaders) I would have the world at my feet because I am a god ("sos Dios"?)
17 Feb. 2010
"Hola Leo, dame un poco de tu fuego" -Oscar, I don't know what it is about me that makes all the middle-aged porteños think I'll respond to the most saccharine and obvious pickup lines they can muster. "La vida es corta" is another
FUCK TANGO IS THE WORST THING EVER FOR MY SELF-CONFIDENCE IS THIS REALLY WHAT I NEED NOW?
24 Feb. 2010
I wonder if Korea will feel like home when the plane lands. I feel like a raw nerve right now - we're on the highway out of BsAs, I don't know if I'm ready for my sense of reality to shift again so soon. Nelly Furtado "I'm like a bird" just started playing in the taxi, we're at the toll booth. I'll definitely blog about that when I get home.
There's a strong "tow wind" which has "decreased our flight time substantially" - to 8 hours! Originally, flight time was 12 hours between Buenos Aires and Johannesburg, or something like that (though I can't be sure, flight lengths and times have been blending together these days) and I thought: OMG! only 8 hours! what a relief!
Turbulence is a side-effect of the strong tow wind, they've told us. I like the turbulence when it happens, it reminds me that there is a world outside, that we do not exist in isolation in this claustrophobic space. Most of the windows are closed - the window across from me was still open for a while and I could see some sort of horizon through it (though it was dark out, and we've been above cloud-level this whole time - maybe the horizon was the line between our layer of clouds and pure sky?) I liked that horizon, but my window view is gone now. It's light out now, I can see a corner of someone's open window and the real light from it is a relief from the darkness of the cabin, though I'm the asshole who turned on my reading light while most other people are still trying to sleep - I'm sorry! I tried to sleep, really, but I couldn't and the darkness and inactivity was making my head feel too tight, I needed light and OH NO now I can't even write anymore if this pen dies.
[pen didn't die! don't worry <3]
26 Feb. 2010
I've gotten so comfortable in seat 38A, by the window, that I'm dreading leaving it a little, leaving it means I am getting terribly close to Korea, terribly close to having responsibilities again.
Friday, 5 February 2010
pop music profile #7
I am unexpectedly done with packing 2 hours before I need to be, and am left with little to do (except cleaning, and let's face it, that's a lost cause) to distract me from being anxious.
So, this is F. Cuz (supposedly pronounced "focus") with their debut single Jiggy. Another dubious use of "shawty" by Korean pop culture. And score one more for Boney M (Ma Baker). Though, let's be honest - Korea has never heard of Boney M. They got the "ma ma ma ma" from Poker Face. Korea loves Poker Face.
F. Cuz just premiered in January, in fierce competition with C.N. Blue (see pop music profile #6). I love them. I want to get jiggy.
So, this is F. Cuz (supposedly pronounced "focus") with their debut single Jiggy. Another dubious use of "shawty" by Korean pop culture. And score one more for Boney M (Ma Baker). Though, let's be honest - Korea has never heard of Boney M. They got the "ma ma ma ma" from Poker Face. Korea loves Poker Face.
F. Cuz just premiered in January, in fierce competition with C.N. Blue (see pop music profile #6). I love them. I want to get jiggy.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
re: how was your vacation?
신성민 (Shin Sung-Min) 님이 보낸글 >>
For "stomach trouble" substitute "severe diarrhea." Because I swear by Gaga, when they say stomach trouble, they always mean DIARRHEA. If they don't mean diarrhea, they mean constipation.
#reasonswhyIlovemycoworkers, #reasonswhyIloveKorea
I'm better than my vacation!
I have been having stomach trouble since last tuesday!
So I can't do something during my vacation! :(
I don't know what got into me!
I'm still suffering from stomach trouble! :(
For "stomach trouble" substitute "severe diarrhea." Because I swear by Gaga, when they say stomach trouble, they always mean DIARRHEA. If they don't mean diarrhea, they mean constipation.
#reasonswhyIlovemycoworkers, #reasonswhyIloveKorea
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