You board the PATH at Journal Square. The seats are hard plastic and full of bodies with expressionless faces. The train ushers you through bedrock hundreds of feet below the Hudson River, wheels screeching against the steel tracks. You reach 33rd Street and people pour out of the train. The station always has that damp […]Read More New York Fucking City
Part of the problem with looking forward to taking extended time off to travel is that it’s easy to lose track of what’s going on in the present. How is my quality of life? Am I eating properly? Am I getting shit done? Am I taking care of myself? I find that it’s easy to […]Read More The Completely Satisfying Weekend
This is the all important almost-a-full-year-but-not-quite-yet update. To recap, I spent all of 2017 traveling before getting a job and settling in Austin, Texas. I’m a salary man again. My ultimate goal is to build financial independence and in turn maximize my freedom while getting the most I can out of life. The worst case […]Read More The Nine Month Update
Had I never left my normal life and moved to Korea in 2014 I would never have gotten to know my elderly Aunt. She was born in Incheon in 1942 under Japanese occupation and lived through the Korean War. She was the last link in my family that had memory of this difficult period and […]Read More I Got to Know My Aunt
This is a random picture that I shot while in France. It has nothing to do with this entry but it felt weird to have a post without a picture. Anyway, I got this question from a friendly internet stranger and I did my best to address it. Hey man, I messaged you a while […]Read More Question Asked. Question Answered.
I know a few people that would argue with me, but the hardest part of any RPG is grinding. You go off into a dungeon and you repetitively stomp out low level creeps until you are strong steamroll through the boss. I don’t like grinding but I understand it to be an integral part of […]Read More Grinding
In the early Spring of 2015 after having lived in Seoul for just half a year I had purchased a small displacement motorcycle, a Yamaha YB-1. It was shipped over the narrow sea from its native Japan and somehow made its way into the Korean used bike market. When I saw it on display in […]Read More My Bike