… does not exactly describe me at the moment. I have a bag of papers on my desk at work to go through, and all my clothes are loose. My kitchen stuff is not packed, I am to clean the fridge (and the floor near the washing machine) and take apart my desk for transport to Jeonju. On Friday, I’ll move my stuff over, come back for one last night in Iksan, and then I move to Jeonju for real. In Jeonju, I’ll need to buy a yoh, a kind of floor-quilt for sleeping on (because I use that rather …

By the way… yeah, I’m not in Japan. The University I’ll be working for in a week called me to tell me I didn’t need to do it. Some loophole has apparently been found by someone or other over in the admin offices. He says that since I have a foreigner registration card, I will not need to leave Korea to start a new work contract. I was under the impression that I will always have to leave the country to start a new job, just not to continue with an already-held one. And every foreigner I know who’s heard …

oh, one more thing… I am SO glad I started doing my writing in a hidden page on my website, in its own blog. I didn’t lose more than a couple of poems I didn’t much care about, anyway. Whew.

So, here I am in a PC Bang… Korea’s full-on blippy bleepy gamers’ version of an Internet salon. It’s amazing, how connected Korea is, and I keep commenting on it because it does amaze me. It’s like out of an SF novel or something, really. Sometimes, computers are amazing machines: I can say this without hesitation when I think about the friendships I’ve formed across many kilometers and even on the far side of the world; when I think of how much I’ve learned; and when I consider how powerful they can be, these machines. That’s probably true. But I …