New Sophists’ Almanac is a new website that my friend Marvin and I have created. It contains some philsophical discussion and talk, mostly right now about the nature of language and communication in relation to things like religion, science, and truth. If you are curious, please do go have a look and post comments too! I’ll try add a link somewhere on this page’s template once my PC is fixed. I don’t feel like digging through the templates on this site for now.

By the way… my PC is at the IBM/LG service centre. It’ll be there at least until Monday, and if all I need it a new hard drive, it’s okay. But if I need a new motherboard, I may just pack it in and get a new laptop at the end of the month. I’m not sure. We’ll see. Argh!

And now I am in Jeonju. I am a little bit alone, as is anyone who comes to a new place full of people who have their own lives and loves and situations. I shall have to get around to making my own ones… it’s a little lonely. But not so bad. Listening to good music, reading good books, and the challenges of getting one’s house in order (figuratively and literally) does occupy one, at least for the present. Right now, it’s Michel Foucault’s Madness and Civilization, Beck’s Sea Change, and, well, my apartment. I’ll get to the rest of …

To those people who have posted comments recently… thanks! :) I have responded in the form of more comments, so you may want to check the posts where you commented. In brief, answering the basic questions once more in general: my computer keeps crashing because I have bad luck. I am otherwise settling into Jeonju well enough. I had a horrible time at the Jeonju Immigration office today. The particular officer I got was making issues out of everything (including how I handed him the forms… I did so with one hand, but with the other hand ceremonially drawing back …

I’m in Jeonju now. Computer’s dead. Not much posting for a bit. That’s all for today. Gord

It’s funny, I use the word “last” there. My life as connected to Iksan is not over, of course. It’s a half hour away. So I don’t know why, but it does in some ways feel that way, as if I have made some kind of monumental move. It’s only a half hour away from Iksan. But now, I live in Jeonju. I suppose my time in Iksan is over in the sense of it being the place where I spend every day. Ah well. Here are some pictures I took there during the last days I spent in this …

I remember when I was a kid, I was digging through a box of my family’s old cassette tapes. I found the usual: Schubert, Schumann, Bach, Handel, Mozart… and a copy of George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass, both cassettes. I listened to it once or twice, wondering whose it was. When I caught my mother singing along the “My Sweet Lord” I realized it must have been hers a long time ago, back when she still had long hair and played guitar and sang folksongs. Anyway, as a kid I resolved to listen to it again. I didn’t really …

… perhaps is not the missing of people I like and care about. After all, I can see them when I want, I can visit and pop in and so forth. The hardest thing about moving also isn’t the process, the hauling of boxes and crap from one place to another, because (joy of joys) I own far less crap in general, and I have a friend helping me move it. No, the hardest thing about moving is that I shall have to give up on my petty resentments and annoyances, those things that I realize now have taken on …

… 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 …