24 October 2011


My mom and I ventured out to 오대산 (Odaesan, or Mountain of Five Plains) in Gangwon Province Sunday to kick off our autumn foliage tour that we've tentatively planned for this season. What weather reports timidly conjectured would be AM showers turned out to be full-blown wind-whipping and pouring for the better part of the morning/early afternoon, followed by an almost-continuous smattering of drops throughout the day. In spite of the prickly predicament this landed us (especially for me, the only one in the entire mountain without full-on gear worthy of the Himalayas) the views, I think, were made the better for it. Our initial ascent to 노인봉 ("No-In Bong," or Old Man Peak, although technically "no-in" is not gender-specific but I always just assume this patriarchal society attributes male characteristics to good things) was replete with witchy wonder fit for a Washington Irving tale to be made terrible by Johnny Depp, and then our long descent was punctuated by gushing waterfalls and really vivid colors, thanks to the previous hours' showers. Certainly the day would have been more enjoyable had I not sprained my ankle with about 6m left to go. Photos became a lot more sporadic afterwards.

More pictures to come. Now I'm off to the hospital to pay for not wearing hiking shoes that day. It's really no big deal, but does put a hamper on Halloween prospects. Maybe I'll be a mummy to go with my splint?

21 October 2011


It's not a source of comfort to re-encounter teen angst in my ripe age. I can only justify its reemergence as having not been exposed to half of the whole of which was the primary catalyst for it when the title corresponded to chronology. Cryptic much? But in addition to throwing my entire foundation of identity off-kilter (I am, at twenty-four, supposed to resemble somewhat of a grown-ass woman, I would think), this second wind makes me realize I should have done away with it all before I turned twenty, for being older and perhaps a little wiser I just don't have the wherewithal to move on to the next life-shattering problem.

I wonder if in the future I will cease to change. And fear that I'd never even notice.

Could I be reborn a teen in the early '90s just for a week? Thanks.

04 October 2011

A Month Later

On my regular hike this morning, "Miss Misery" shuffled into my earholes via my iTunes and I realized this was the first Elliott Smith I'd listened to since landing in Korea.

Does this mean that I'm happy?

Furthermore, for the first time in probably about six months, I feel as if my cooking spirit has been galvanized-- more particularly, I have this unsquelchable hankering to bake something, largely inspired by the images in this post. Kind of ironic since I haven't made a single meal while here (unless ramen for my cousin's kids counts) and I lack the one thing I so desire-- an oven. Well, there are other setbacks, and plenty of them, such as the unavailability of some of my favorite ingredients and the scarcity and resulting price hike of most others when it comes to baking. Pâte à choux can overcome all of these, I suppose. Well, except for the major absence of the oven.

It's been a month and then some in Korea, and there are so many things to say, and yet simultaneously very little. Life has held the regularity of nothingness, but I'm still having fun. I've been meaning to do some posts about weekend happenings, so perhaps I will do so retroactively. Don't expect anything spectacular or culturally/spiritually enlightening, though.