We're in. Our Korean living space is no longer divided into two tiny studios. Instead we now have a smallish studio with a loft for midgets; we're moving up in the world and are more than prepared to start corralling vertically challenged adults. Bravo, no seriously, we now live on the ninth floor and are centrally located in a city of 4 million. We tested our language abilities the
past few days and the small amount of Hangul we did know was retained. I can still tell the cab driver I don't understand what he's talking about and politely thank the old lady who prepared my tofu soup oh so well. I can even tell the people staring at me that they're annoying. I'd say I've covered the basics, all that's left is pimpin'
and swearing (just kidding, I can already swear;).
So the real purpose of this post is to show you some photos of where the magic happens, on my high tech bidet! The Jeffersons never had it this good. We've also been scouring the web for some good deals on furniture but all we got was a cat. Got to keep those priorities all messed up as usual;
otherwise, I don't think I'd know myself. Speaking of not knowing myself, wtf is up with that moustache? Do I think I'm an Irish immigrant boxer or maybe a creepy old trucker living in a trailer park. Either way it's Sacco and Vanzetti fabulous. I was already offered that Myth Buster guys job on moustache style alone. Bummer though, I had to shave it off. I didn't want to get sent home from Korea the first week for looking like a creep.
I certainly had a lot of fun with it yesterday though. And the giggles and dirty looks I got made it all the more enjoyable. So anyway, check out these photos of our place and don't be shy about commenting. It's easy as long as you have a gmail account, which I know most of you do. Love to all. Sincerely, Keepin' it Real in the Future.
So we got a new flatmate, and he doesn't hardly shut-up or sleep from what I've seen. He's been complaining almost nonstop since he got here and is always hungry for attention and Whiskas. Arturo Bandini is the newest edition to our Korean abode at about 9 weeks old. He's still pretty small, probably under two lbs. From my experience most Korean cats look pretty different from Western cats, kind of slanty-eyed. Maybe it has something to do with
the tilt of the earth over here, but our cat must have western genes. He's got Bengal stripping and round wide olive green eyes. We're pretty sure he's a distant cousin of Abigail Tanzam (yes I am referring to my friend's pets as if they have complicated and detailed genealogies that match up with my own pets). We've also given him a literary name that seems to suit his personality. He's wild yet ponderous, crazed yet vulnerable and slightly suicidal. We named him for John Fante's protagonist in the novels Ask the Dust and The Road to Los Angeles. If you haven't read these books yet you should. And if you do read them and find that you don't have that kind of sense of humor don't blame me. 
They're masterpieces as far as I'm concerned, defying the staunchness of the literary cannon on every page. Anyway, we have a cat, and, as do many an army brat, he'll spend the first part of his life in a foreign land before returning to the redwood forest or the gulf stream waters, or where ever else he lives in the land democracy and the birth place of world's temple, McDonalds. Hopefully Ted doesn't whoop his ass too badly. I've included some photos and short video for your viewing pleasure. Enjoi!
