because different shades of blue made sense...

Rain is what I see, D'Angelo is what I hear, and Americano coffee is what I taste. What is it about rain that makes the day seem to be in slow motion? Well wait, let me rephrase that, what is it about rain that makes ME move slowly... because my kids seems to be fueled by it.
This last weekend, I went to "Phantom of the Opera" ~ the play was amazing and completely sung and spoken in Korean and thankfully for 'baby Obama' he was able to "drop some knowledge" on it for me prior to watching the play. We were both surprised at how the language barrier didn't seem to matter after a few minutes into the play. It just goes to show that- its not what you say, its how you say it. Body language is way more powerful than then spoken word.

I would like to close with this,

Dear Korea,
I was outside today, taking a smoke break when I see the Home Chicken dude from down the street come flying by on his scooter and as he took a turn too quickly he fell off his scooter and seemed a bit dishevel as he tried to regain himself. A good 8 people walked around him without offering him help and soon he rode off after adjusting his chicken box, his scooter and his helmet by himself. I have also noticed that when an ambulance is flashing its lights and sounding its sirens, the cars on the street seem oblivious to it and the ambulance often finds itself stuck going at the same pace as the others regardless of the fact he may have a person dying the in back. So what I ask of you Korea is if I happen to need assistance on the street or if I find myself in an ambulance, will you just hand me a bottle of 소주 and 담배 - I think its best for me to just shake it off then accept your cultures kindness.

With Love,
The foreigner

A spring morning

Shoes laced tied up, turn the music up to appease my ears and hit the up arrow on the treadmill. I begin my morning with a run and clear my mind as I look out the window and watch the morning traffic move through the streets of Daechi. Cherry Blossoms are blooming but falling raindrops are weighing them down littering the ground with small little white petals. Spring is here. Although I miss the smell of Minnesota spring and green grass, Seoul's damp streets and colorful umbrellas are enough for me.