A Haiku Poem Inside Of My Head

An addicting game
Testings geography skills
Keeps me on Facebook.

Dorm closed this weekend
Some old students visiting
Should be a good time.

Only back three weeks
Already making some plans
For the next big trip.

These are getting lame
I need some inspiration
Or they might end soon.

I see you reading
But you never leave comments
Are you a loser?

Currently listening to: St. Vincent -

Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog

This week's theme at PhotoFriday is "Unfinished." Here is a photo I took this summer of a snake snacking on a frog. At this point, he is about to enjoy some tasty frog legs.


If you want, here is a video of the event.

If You're A Redhead

As I scanned the news this morning, I came across some disturbing news. According to this source, I could only have about fifty three years left to live. Some scientists claim that redheads will be extinct in less than a hundred years, and as early as by 2060. That kind of puts a damper on things, now doesn't it?

Currently less than one percent of the world's population has red hair, a fact made very clearly to me on a daily basis right now. I am thinking I need to see if this allows me to have some kind of federal protection. This does give me a new excuse for avoiding certain things, "I am an endangered species, dang it."

Currently listening to: Sarah McLachlan -

Party On The Positive Side

A couple weeks ago, I had the displeasure of flying on Northwest Airlines. While I might tell more about that later, I will go on record saying I found my overall experience on Uzbekistan Airways last year far superior than any I have had with NWA (with I think stands for Numbskulls With Airplanes).

As we were preparing to disembark at the Incheon, Airport, one of the flight attendants paged one of the passengers on the flight. As she did she stuttered and messed up a little, or at least appeared to, and thus this is what the announcement and following comments sounded like:

Flight Attendant: Would passenger Marky Mark (mumble mumble) please contact...
Me: Wow, I thought I saw a funky bunch on the plane, but didn't know their leader was with them.
Other Passenger: So that wasn't some bad turbulence we hit, it was just "Good Vibrations."

And that my friends was the best part of the NWA experience.

Currently listening to: Marky Mark And the Funky Bunch - "Good Vibrations"

Back To School For You

Been back for two weeks
The suitcases are still out
Still have not unpacked.

First week of school done
No major violations
Hope it stays that way.

At batting cages
Three balls shot out at one time
Felt like the Matrix.

I love Last Christmas
But I agree with this court
That guy went too far.

Currently listening to: Crowded House -

If You Are The Big Tree

"Old" is the theme of PhotoFriday, not to mention how I feel some days. Here is a photo from my summer adventure. It is of my head and the General Grant Sequoia. The tree's age is estimated at 1650 years old, myself around 34.

Driving Down To The Sidewalk

Earlier tonight a few of us were discussing the insanity that is driving in Korea. Some might think it is just a stereotype, but I have seen how those stereotypes are founded. Even today I watched from the front seat as my cab driver clearly ran a red light, and not just a recently changed one. Unfortunately this is not uncommon in my experience. This is why I haven't purchased a motor scooter, and why my bike has spent a good amount of time in the storage closet. I still keep an eye out for the car with a me sized dent from my bike accident.

As I walked home tonight I noticed a few people gathered around a car parked on the sidewalk. At first I thought it had broken down and they were trying to fix it. Upon closer examination, the car was jammed up against the tree and the was a man trapped under the car. I stood watching the crowd size increase as more people came out to see what had happened. From what I could gather the car had driven up onto the sidewalk for some reason and began to do some damage. It collided with a large crane game which ended up over a hundred feet away. Sixty feet from where the car ended up where a pair of shoes that I assumed belonged to the guy in socks pinned under the car. Before I headed back to work in the dorm, I watched officials load three or four guys into the ambulance and at least one guy into the police car. As I walked back it dawned on me that if I had started home a few minutes earlier, it could have been me riding to the hospital tonight.