I'm home.
I'll write more about my last weeks in Korea soon...
but in the meantime, some things to consider about America:
Just in case you've been wondering...they do NOT allow quail eggs to touch American soil. No matter how well you've packed them deep in the folds of your underpants, they will find them and rid the western world of these possibly toxic bird influenza-ed balls of brown goodness while you innocently watch on the sidelines.
RedRobin tastes better when you're not falling asleep in the ketchup. NOTE TO SELF: next time you want to eat french fries to celebrate your homecoming, wait until jetlag has subsided.
Remember how I complained that it took 45 minutes to get anywhere in Seoul? It still takes 45 minutes to walk to the grocery store in the suburbs. Curses!
Carrying a 12 pack of caffeine free Diet Dr. Pepper back from said Grocery Store for 45 minutes should count as a full week of exercise. It doesn't. But luckily....
24 hour fitness has a lot of white people sweating in it and no naked asian women in the sauna.
Understanding what everyone is saying has its advantages when you want to ask where something is in a store but presents a distinct disadvantage when you are awkwardly seated next to a weird guy on an 8 hour overseas flight.
Nieces and Nephews are the best thing since sliced bread.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Fair Warning
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4JAcDYlya8
My friend Robyn recorded this bit of my concert...it's the first time in my entire life of guitaring that I have felt completely and utterly comfortable performing in front of people. Not a nerve in sight...Seriously, this is a major win on the battle of stage fright which has made performance a necessary evil. This time it was decidedly joyful!
What made the difference, you ask? I've narrowed it down to three possibilities: 1) I was surrounded by people I love. 2) I was wearing my sparkly kimono diva dress (designed and constructed by the one and only Jill Bowen) that has magical powers tucked into those massive dangling sleeves or 3) I has such a terrible experience blowing out a friend's $700 borrowed acousting amplifier just moments before showtime that I exhausted the mental receptors usually reserved for performance anxiety. I had nothing left to give the nerves after a solid ten minutes of swearing as smoke and fried electronic stench poured from that machine as if the wizard of oz was only moments away from cracking open the lid and leaping out. It was a disaster that only *I* am capable of orchestrating. Truly.
Now, was it any of the above three options? Who knows. I hope I can recapture it next time without needing to destroy things first.
My friend Robyn recorded this bit of my concert...it's the first time in my entire life of guitaring that I have felt completely and utterly comfortable performing in front of people. Not a nerve in sight...Seriously, this is a major win on the battle of stage fright which has made performance a necessary evil. This time it was decidedly joyful!
What made the difference, you ask? I've narrowed it down to three possibilities: 1) I was surrounded by people I love. 2) I was wearing my sparkly kimono diva dress (designed and constructed by the one and only Jill Bowen) that has magical powers tucked into those massive dangling sleeves or 3) I has such a terrible experience blowing out a friend's $700 borrowed acousting amplifier just moments before showtime that I exhausted the mental receptors usually reserved for performance anxiety. I had nothing left to give the nerves after a solid ten minutes of swearing as smoke and fried electronic stench poured from that machine as if the wizard of oz was only moments away from cracking open the lid and leaping out. It was a disaster that only *I* am capable of orchestrating. Truly.
Now, was it any of the above three options? Who knows. I hope I can recapture it next time without needing to destroy things first.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Oh, Seoul
Ok, so not only did I spell Seoul wrong in korean on the back of the invites that I handed out to EVERYONE, I just realized that I also wrote 2008 on them. Blah. So don't go to the concert last year, come to the one THIS YEAR!!! Who knew I could be so lame at making invitations? I think I was just so mesmerized by my own picture with the shifty eyes that I couldn't possibly concentrate. And now for some directions. Line up and more details coming soon.
Directions to Ewha & IEB:
Subway Line 2 (Green), Exit 3: Ewha Womans University
As you walk out of Exit 3 you will be next to a Teenie Weenie store (hey, I didn’t name it, I’m only stating facts, however bad they may be). Walk past the store and keep heading down the hill. (You’ll pass a Burger King, Starbucks, Cold Stone, Auntie Annies, and other such “Americana”.)
At the “end” of the street, keep walking straight and you will enter Ewha Womans University.
As you enter campus you will see a huge underground glass building on your right, a set of stairs leading up to an older brick building straight in front of you, and the Ewha Museum on your left. Take the sidewalk to the left, immediately after the museum.
Behind the museum you will see the tallest building on campus, the International Education Building (IEB) – this is your destination.
Enter the building, find the elevators to your left, and come to the 14th floor.
See you there.
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