Seoul searching
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(Germany part 3 will come, patience!)

I'M GOING TO KOREA!!!!!!!

Flights are booked and lodgings are all but decided upon. I'll be in Seoul from the evening of Feb. 10 and leaving the morning of Feb. 13. This gives me a little under a month to grow my eyebrows out Korean style, desperately try to shed a few more pounds, and learn some Korean.

Since I'm going with some friends, none of whom happen to be Korean, and meeting other friends there who are not Korean either, I'm delaying the "identity pilgrimage" task to another time. Some time in the future I'll sort that business out - but I think I need to be either alone or in the company of other K-adoptees to really get what I am looking for out of the identity pilgrimage.

The nightlife is rumored to be fantastic in Seoul. This is going to be me in less than a month! Hope it makes up for all the house/electro nights I missed in Berlin this time around.


Oh my...
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Seriously, I think the four-horned goat that lives inside my skin is ejaculating wildly all over the place right now. How can anyone not absolutely fall apart upon hearing this perfection? I'm sure plenty of you will check this out and think "meh this is okay."

I feel like I've come back to life after being dead for months. This is metal. This is what it is! And it's worth getting excited over. Big smiles and the musical embodiment of a gigantic universe of goats and Satans and witches with their tits out Baphomet-style, and FUN.

So much passion for this album and I've only just discovered it today. Also, thank you to Mercyful Fate for providing the all too obvious umm influences for this piece of pure gold. I heard some rumor that the singer is also the vocalist for Watain, but I really have no idea slash don't care.

Nenia C'alladhan
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ATTN: lovers of medieval/baroque/neoclassical, neofolk, Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble of Shadows, Renaissance Faire people, etc.




Redneck Fantasy
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If you ever want to idealize that which you have traditionally hated, move across the world and listen to Pantera a lot.

I have never been big on rednecks - we don't see eye to eye on politics, aesthetics or music, and 9/10 people who have asked me in all seriousness if I have a sideways vagina are rednecks. I hate the sunburned Anglo-Saxon in a grey t-shirt with a beer belly look and despite the fact that my dad is a distant relative of Robert E. Lee I can't get into the Yanknecks (Non-Southern rednecks) who fly the stars and bars and slap rebel flag stickers on their Ford F-150s.

Yet being here, where our rural poor prefer to use peroxide instead of shampoo and all wear baggy sweatpants with hemp leaves on them, I find myself applying a glossy filter over my memories of what rednecks are like. Thinking about monster trucks and crappy karaoke bars and gangs of teenage kids having their unofficial car show by the McDonalds elicits the "aww" response instead of the previous eye roll. When I hear some mainstream country song (or Pantera), I think about rolling stretches of freeway, perhaps bumping along I-40 and stopping off at Flying J's truck stop and playing some Big Buck Hunter. I think about America which is home, and I think about all the grotesquely obese white women with little ankle tattoos waiting in line for soft serve ice cream.

It all translates to homesickness and nostalgia, but perhaps knowing that I've missed it so much will make me more tolerant and accepting of the myriad Yanknecks that live in my stomping grounds when I go back.

The '80s Orientalist Fantasy, or Chinese Magic
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Fuck your life. Leave it behind and head to the exotic Orient, where neon lights and golden opportunities await your every need with a ninety degree bow and petite feet. The sprawling Asian megalopolis is "Blade Runner" gone utopic, so unexplored and so utterly foreign that it will eat you alive and you will never be the same. Enjoy complete and absolute anonymity in the Far East; fall in love with a beautiful creature that you can bring home later; even the strongest and mightiest of men fall prey to the wicked and unexpected charms hidden in dark alleyways, go-go bars and tea salons.

As much as we like to pretend we are creatures of enlightenment because we read Edward Said in Asian Studies 101, I think we as Westerners in Asia all carry a little bit of this Orientalist fantasy with us when we hop on that long flight. Asia is still uncharted territory as far as young Western interests are concerned - how many people do you know that can name more than five cities in China? As far as North Americans are concerned, many more opt to head to Western Europe or the tropical islands to the south for leisure travel. Those who make the trek over to Asia often (sometimes un)consciously carry little beacons of pride with them on their travels, peering down their noses at those pawns who think Paris is a big culture shock jump because the French speak French. Yeah brah, Europe is cool and all, but Asia is for the adventurous.

It applies to me, too, even though I have much more in common physically with the feline, almond-eyed geisha-ladyboy-me-love-you-long-time sex object than the awkward-looking visible foreigners stumbling around Tokyo with maps and backpacks. No one looks at me twice over here, and they have no idea that I am listening to "Chinese Magic" on repeat under my blanket while China Airlines Flight 0011 lands bumpily at TPE.

It didn't take long for Tokyo to lose its magical mystery. I think I know deep down that the sprawling capital cities of Asia are just like anywhere else, with possibly more hepatitis and deformed beggar children, and that's why I'm afraid to visit and keep running away to Europe instead of exploring the countries and cultures in close proximity to Japan. I actually want Asia to be the exoticised fantasy land of Italo and Euro disco from 25 years ago, and not simply part of a globalized world that has been raped and pillaged by American popular culture.

*****

In other news, after a 40 hour journey and a night of subaverage sleep I'm back in Tagawa doing my usual running into bugs with an open mouth and buying bottled water at the drugstore. I went out and about in Taiwan for a couple hours yesterday. I think I like Taiwanese people as well as or better than Japanese people, but I can't communicate with them and it is frustrating. I saw an incredible temple and some expensive pottery and had a great tour guide named Scott who knows all the streetwalkers and bums near the tourist sights on a first-name basis.

Bad chicken is bad
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If there is anything in this horrible world that is grosser than rectovaginal fistulas as a product of violent sexual assault or sitting next to someone who is vomiting into a barf bag, it's the "grilled chicken" you can order at cheap restaurants in Japan. Shit on me all you want for giving Joyfull and Big Boy my business - you and I both know that even Friendly's and Denny's have proper chicken back in the U.S.

Boy oh boy I could just heave up everything I've ever eaten ever just thinking about how fucking foul the chicken I had for dinner was. Imagine a slab of succulent, low-fat, lean, skinless white meat chicken breast, perhaps grilled to the point of browning on the outside and firm enough that a knife is required to cut it. Now imagine the complete OPPOSITE of that.

The meat is all dark - hardly preferable but still edible right - wrong. The dark meat is what ribeye steak defenders would call "marbled" with fat, so it is pretty much impossible to separate food from fat. The skin remains, which would be fine except it is approaching ONE CENTIMETER THICK and completely taints the flavor of the cheese and sauce sitting on top of it. I believe the preferred term is "Juicy" for this kind of chicken, and juicy it is - juicy with GLOBULES OF FAT, as well as the extra saliva that comes when you are about to toss your cookies.

Remember how I mentioned that tasty lean chicken breast requiring a knife? The chicken I had for dinner tonight could have been eaten with CHOPSTICKS, as there was so much fat that it simply fell apart with the slightest pressure from the edge of my fork. Chewing was an adventure - which soft globule or rubbery cartilage bit would trigger my gag reflex next? The potential extra burst of tasty flavor from regular chicken skin failed miserably; everything just tasted like oily fat.

Seriously, and I do NOT joke about food, when it comes to my 2-week trip home this summer, the thing I'm most excited about is eating REAL, PROPER chicken. There should not be a pile of reeking fat on your plate when you are eating chicken breast, and your body should not violently reject said chicken before it can even be digested.


Curious about Sex And The City 2 but don't want to pay?
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Here, I summarized it for you. Obvious spoiler alert.Collapse )

A legend has passed
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Gris and Sombres Forêts are totally the same band, swear to God.

But that is not the point of this post.

ATTN: Ronnie James Dio: R.I.P!!!


Snow attacks Tagawa
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bbbbrrrrrrrrr

Guess it was sort of exciting that it snowed today. Way more than is typical for this region. I have more photos on my camera but at this moment I'm a little too lazy to go get them.

Let me make this easy for you.
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Life has no actual predetermined, official, or correct meaning.

The meaning of life is what you make of it.

Don't waste your time being miserable that life is meaningless.

Just enjoy!

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