A dear friend of mine--a bosom-separated-by-hundreds-of-miles buddy of mine, if you will--has more or less brought to my attention my more or less (or more) inadvertent marginalization of this blog. It is my friend--whose name may or may not be flanked with an S and an a on the ends--to whom homage ought to be paid for this entry.

Amidst the rifts and rises to revolutions grazing the span of the Greater Middle East--and the seismic, tsunam'ic', and nuclear devastations that have torn families asunder and displaced even thousands more from their homes, I have been living (a rather magnanimous usage of the word) a rather quaint, inhebetating life--besmirched by the guilt of not being a component of the active force in the buoying of spirits and/or in the (relative) restoration of the country (or in anything, to be quite honest). However, I was rather undeservèdly blessed last month, à la Facebook, with a reunion of many of those whom I have regarded as familial friends over the years. As was forecast by many (but still was wished against by me and surely a handful of others), this approximate reconstruction of the past was short-lived like every 'bundle of time continuum' that we wish we could defy laws and being(s)/Being in order to make last until every derivative of pleasure is consumed and exhausted.

What did result from this reunion, however, was my having met three amazing women who came to visit this native city of mine. This is something of which I'm most appreciative, and I hope for the opportunity to share some of what I venture to presume will be future time here on Earth (no, I'm not alluding to this viroid apocalyptic scare) with each of them; I should only hope that they would like that at least half as much as I would.

That is a pretty relevant summation of what my life has been since my last update--other than two of my best friends from high school having returned to this city--only to have remigrated to the South. I am very happy for them, however, for they seem to be enjoying their time there--just as the bosom-buddy from hundreds of miles away, who brought to mind this blog, is most likely enjoying reading this post in her elegant Barnes & Noble home. :)

آبق من حياة الإبتذال و وصلت إلى حياة الإبتذال ثانيّ. اريدي الاّ ابحثر هنا كل اليوم. يوما تلو يوم اتوخيّ شغل جديد. اتأهّب للدخول في دنيا الخصوبة، لكن اليقن اليوم اقل من الأمس. لا عندي التقان لكن لماذا في هذا الوطن وطني لا عنده شغل سانح؟ يوما تلو يوم و اعمي أن استيقط و أرجع إلى كوريا

I'm not a big fan of roses anyway.

This has been my specialty as of late.

I come bearing another laconic post, but that which contains yet another new gift:

Sometimes my mood changes in a blink's (瞬) time.



Sometimes I tumble down a steep slope (阪). Often I tumble down a steep slope.

It has been rather difficult to keep this blog up-to-date as of late. Every other place has pretty much taken priority, sorry to say.

Na líbia também se sinte a onda da inspiracão para protestar contra a ditadura.. De todos os ditatores Gaddafi é o mais interesante. Não é que ele mantem o poder por mais que 40 anos desde 1969, mas é que ele é, sem um mínimo de dúvida, o mais excêntrico dos lideres norte-africanos. Ele mesmo auto-nomea "rei dos reis" e insiste que ele mesmo é o "líder dos lideres árabes." Têm no mundo outros líderes idiossincráticos mas Chavez é como esses mosquitos que constantemente perturbam. 'Dear Leader' Kim Jong-il é um líder demais inacessível. Ahmadinejad não é tão excêntrico e egocêntrico quanto os como Gaddafi.

Já espero visitar a Líbia!

I'm supposed to be frequenting this blog, but here--at the end of January--I have only made ten posts out of the 31 days that have passed. :/ At least I am 3% guilty.

I have, perhaps rather ephemerally, returned amidst rather worrisome times, which I'm hoping shall soon pass in a rather favorable manner.

Meanwhile, since my last post, China has been hitting close to the American home--well, actually, hitting home, and some are left beflustered over China's interest in trans-pacific investment. Amongst the vociferation and flailfest, is it conveniently forgotten that America is not wholly independent of China? Or is it the physical proximity of individuals from China with influential potential (e.g. China's president, Chinese teachers directly from China) that has so innervated the Sinophobes?

The fact that this gesture of maintenance of ties with China comes after such internal upsets as the Arizona shootings and MLK Day Parade bombing attempt would cause a sense of heightened awareness of what enters and exits enters America--even though these events were internally done? No, that could not possibly hold. America, China is not interested in ideologically terrorizing your country.

Meanwhile, the Caribbean and North Africa have been seeing faces of new and old. After the Ben Ali's flight to Saudi Arabia, Tunisia hopes for a more democratic state--but not without the participation of those reëmerging from exile (auf Deutsch). However, as this blog (also auf Deutsch) suggests, Tunisia is not the only North African (because of the mention of Jordan, the more accurate term would be "Greater Middle Eastern") nation in which discontent is crescive. The level of change in these other nations, however, may not come to match that recently experienced in Tunisia.

Some of the wave of inspirational change may be carried across the Atlantic Ocean as well, for the mysterious visit/intended return(?) of ousted Haitian ex-president "Baby Doc" Duvalier (em português) has some speculating that he intends on some sort of political reprise in his still-devastated homeland. Following this, Jean-Bertrand Aristide, also an ex-president, intends on returning from exile in South Africa. The difference, however, is that Aristide will have more difficulty doing so--whereas Duvalier is already in Haiti. Wyclef Jean failed to be granted permission for a presidential nomination, so will Haiti be moving forward by moving backward?

Three things to point out today:

Tunisian Unrest

66% Increase in Illinois Income-Tax Rate

Torrential Rains and Mudslides in Brazil