“Live every day like it’s your last.” It’s something you’ve heard before. It’s also something that has been ruined, for most people, because of the people who typically say it. You know, the “entrepreneurs,” the people who came up with YOLO and the guys who tan. They don’t mean the words because they don’t live
If you live in the Eastern part of the United States, you are very cold today. Too cold to be productive. … I don’t necessarily know if that’s true, but it’s how I feel. In that light, due to weather, I’m going to write a commemorative post about warmer times. Just few weeks back, in
The Flu, a Fort, and No Power in Atlanta (10 Most Memorable Moments and Takeaways) There was a recent inconvenience at the Atlanta International Airport: power was lost, flights were cancelled, and passengers were stranded. It turned out to be a pretty big deal and a lot of people were upset—Delta got shit on.
Korean Farewell It has now been over a week since I left South Korea. In that time I have aggressively reunited with my friends–the type of partying you would expect in New Orleans and Baton Rouge after 7 months apart–exhausted Bumble and Tinder swipes, drove my vehicle around town solely because I could, and
I know this title photo is aggressive. It may make you uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable taking the picture–knowing I shouldn’t be looking at it let alone documenting it. But it is especially pertinent, I think, to my Korean beach trip. As this man was adorning the double-up-thong, so too were many others. It was commonplace.
Fourth of July: America in Korea I’m writing this on the 4th of July, in South Korea–actually making it the 3rd of July in America. I’m writing it now because as of yet my IG feed has not been inundated with 4th of July subject matter (lake trips, firework displays, star spangled bandanas, bros
Midnight Train to Seoul (and a ferry ride to Japan) I’m writing this post re-telling events from a few days back. I needed that much time to decompress. Spoiler alert: In 48 hours I attempted to scale a moving train, was assumed an international thief, scolded for dodging traffic outside of Seoul Olympic stadium, drunk
It has been nearly two months since my last post about Korean baseball. I think that is too long, since Korean baseball is exactly the reason I’m here. I have watched numerous games and I’ve observed numerous things. Some of them are legit–namely the aggressive lady dancers–and some are too much. I’ve seen games in
Being a Couple 101 (South Korea) I’ve always enjoyed identifying couples. It’s a personal affinity that stems from a few things, namely jealousy. My college girlfriend also scarred me. Couples have been an interest of mine since I stopped being one. A lot of my questions and observations are product of personal experience. What do
“Sunday Funday” “Sunday Funday” is an American colloquialism that I like. Basically, it is a label that makes getting drunk on Sundays acceptable and fun. I dig it. I had a Sunday Funday in Korea. I’ve chronologically organized the events for accuracy and entertainment. If you find yourself in Asia, please, don’t hesitate to
I was skeptical to make a reference to the transcendent in the title. In my experience, when someone uses that word or makes that reference, I try to avoid them. They are either the people who bring their own bags to the grocery or they are the pseudo intellectuals who wear tweed in warm weather and quote
I’ve been sitting for a few minutes thinking about the best way to preface this short list. I’m struggling. I’ve typed and deleted several hundred words and four South Korean jets have flown over the apartment since I sat down. … I’m struggling because I don’t want to contradict myself. I’ve been working very hard