I am alive.

Subway fires and freaky small-scale terrorism does not deter me from educating Korean youth. It does however, make it harder to get downtown and get plastered, which happens less and less frequently these days. I shouldn't be so glib; I know I am lucky to have avoided what happened last Tuesday, and for that I am grateful. I think about it a lot, and it's hard not to be angry about all the things that went wrong after the molotov cocktail was thrown into the train. Shoddy equipment, poor emergency procedures, and a lot of bizarre and suspicious decision-making by subway workers. Plus there was the odd post-modern twist of trapped subway passengers calling their families from the cell-phones and narrating their final minutes to their loved-ones. It's been a long couple of weeks and I apologize for the limited upkeep of the website. I have never been as busy in America as I am in Korea, and quite frankly I'm exhausted. I have discovered that I have a very difficult time saying no to people, hence I now spend an hour teaching English in a Presbyterrean church on Sunday, among other regrettable obligations which I have acquired. Continuing to operate my modest multimedia empire from the laptop in my bedroom has become increasingly challenging, as has simply sleeping in once in a while. I did however meet some attractive Canadians recently, which is throwing my whole world-view into limbo. I just don't know what to believe anymore. Many thanks to all the concerned e-mails this past week, specifically for those that had headings such as "Are You Alive?" I love that crap. Especially the ones which quickly digressed into other topics like baseball and the weather. A Korean woman told me recently that I have a face like a compact disc.