Us and the supporting cast.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Bouquet of Power
Kat happily brandishes her bouquet at the mischievous spirits that threaten the wedding. Good job Kat--mischievous spirits dispersed.
Getting Ready
Here's Kat getting caught in my under-cover hypnotist's gaze:
"You will marry Nathan."
"I will marry Nathan."
"You will love him for the rest of his life."
"I will love him for the rest of my life."
"You will cook him breakfast for the rest of his life."
"I will cook him...what? Wait."
Excellent make-up was done by Amanda McCartney.
"You will marry Nathan."
"I will marry Nathan."
"You will love him for the rest of his life."
"I will love him for the rest of my life."
"You will cook him breakfast for the rest of his life."
"I will cook him...what? Wait."
Excellent make-up was done by Amanda McCartney.
SLC Bee
Another bee. They are one of the easiest insects to photograph with the macro as they really don't care how close you get (To them, not the hive. The hive is a different story.).
Suspense
The Croin demonstrating his vertical jump ability. In the game of disc golf, frisbees usually aren't so easy to get that a white man can just jump and get them. This activity, retrieving discs from trees, can take up an unusually large portion of game time--as well as looking for disc in shrubs, looking for disc in ravines, pretty much looking everywhere but the one place the disc is supposed to be in: the basket.
Zip-Liner
Zip-Liner
Originally uploaded by karmking1111
Go Time
Go Time
Originally uploaded by karmking1111
Friday, September 18, 2009
Human LCD : Close Up Video
Pretty crazy stuff. Funny thing, I worked in a Korean public school for two years and I can testify that I never saw anything close to being as organized as this. They definitely have enthusiasm and a hive like mentality.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Seoul Sun
The Han River in foreground with Namsan Tower in the back. Lighting provided by the almighty.
"Is She Okay"
It's okay, that's just how white people swim.
(Kat can't take the kids any more and so decided to drown herself.)
(Kat can't take the kids any more and so decided to drown herself.)
Failure
They are not the brightest nor the most coordinated students as the orange reflective vests attest to.
Kat Has Found Her Calling
Here's Kat screaming at children with a megaphone; nothing more need be said.
All Hail Kat
Kat trying to get the troops in order. For some reason they have difficulty mastering her official greeting.
Ride 'em Wyoming
This is one of my absolute fav pictures of all time. I like this pic for three reasons. One, it's of me. Two, I'm riding a bull. Three, I'm kicking ass. Look at the form, the poise, the cocky expression on my face. I make this look good. This is right before I got bucked off and landed on my head.
Photo credits: the Orris
Photo credits: the Orris
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Additional Charges May Apply
I've got the mini-bar and snack list for our LA hotel in front of me and I'm contemplating the $7 beer. I don't know why I am; this is far too much for one beer, but the hotel has me in its grasps. Part of me wants to thank the hotel for it's ingenuity. They put terribly unhealthy food and beverages right in my grasp: fried almonds, potato chips, soda, candy bars, and alcohol. I could probably be asleep and purchase and consume an item, it's so easy. Then they charge a king's ransom.
Small Evian Water--$5
Large Evian Water--$10 (They know it's just water right?)
Vitamin Water--$6 (Crazy, I swear there used to be just one kind of water.)
Red Wine--$24 (Seems like the least rip off.)
Corkscrew--$9 (Damn, that's where they get you.)
First Aid Kit--$9 (Maybe the price is a deterrent to keep you from getting hurt.)
Intimacy Kit--$9 (An okay price for and inflatable doll.)
Holy hell, where to start. For one, the price on the first aid kit will make you question the severity of an injury. "Honey, are you sure it's really bleeding that bad?" Maybe, the new White House medical plan will cause hotels to drive down the price of an aspirin and a band aid as well.
I wonder if a large percent of people who buy the wine and intimacy kit also buy the first aid kit. Maybe there is a mini-bar spiral that kicks in--thinking you will indulge in a few items, then one mini-bar mishap begets another, until finally you have to kick in for the mini-bar defibrillator.
I don't mean to be stingy, but I am. I can't help but see every charge, every purchase as a sabotage by a mustachioed man hiding behind a mirror rubbing his hands together saying, "Oh goody, look what we just got him to buy now. Next we'll pitch some 'high quality breathing air' and see if we can get him to purchase that." It grates on me. Yesterday we paid $37 (not including tip) to park the car. The hotel (which I won't name, but if you put the words 'inter' and 'continental' together you might get the idea) only gave us the option of valet parking. I'll tip and I understand that is part of this culture, but Christ, we pretty much had to pay for the car to get it's own hotel room.
Now we did get a swanky hotel, and maybe this is part of the swanky hotel culture. I'm probably just a bumpkin bumbling my way through this experience while the hotel staff smiles at me and guides me on my grumpy way, but I can't help but feel used and unaware. I'm scared to ask how much it is to put my luggage in my room.
Nothing left to do but to endure and drink tap water. I hate to say it, as a native of this land, I feel awfully naive. I understand what makes people crack and not trust anyone. You question and prod and try and keep what's yours because it seems if you're not careful, it slips away so easily, as easily as your car in the hands of a valet. So easily that your guard must always be up, thus the beer. A respite, and an indulgence. A letting down of the guard and saying okay hotel, you got me and don't care, I'll give a little more. Then realizing I'm too tired for much right now, and general retirement to sleep. I just wonder how much it is to rent a pillow.
I've got the mini-bar and snack list for our LA hotel in front of me and I'm contemplating the $7 beer. I don't know why I am; this is far too much for one beer, but the hotel has me in its grasps. Part of me wants to thank the hotel for it's ingenuity. They put terribly unhealthy food and beverages right in my grasp: fried almonds, potato chips, soda, candy bars, and alcohol. I could probably be asleep and purchase and consume an item, it's so easy. Then they charge a king's ransom.
Small Evian Water--$5
Large Evian Water--$10 (They know it's just water right?)
Vitamin Water--$6 (Crazy, I swear there used to be just one kind of water.)
Red Wine--$24 (Seems like the least rip off.)
Corkscrew--$9 (Damn, that's where they get you.)
First Aid Kit--$9 (Maybe the price is a deterrent to keep you from getting hurt.)
Intimacy Kit--$9 (An okay price for and inflatable doll.)
Holy hell, where to start. For one, the price on the first aid kit will make you question the severity of an injury. "Honey, are you sure it's really bleeding that bad?" Maybe, the new White House medical plan will cause hotels to drive down the price of an aspirin and a band aid as well.
I wonder if a large percent of people who buy the wine and intimacy kit also buy the first aid kit. Maybe there is a mini-bar spiral that kicks in--thinking you will indulge in a few items, then one mini-bar mishap begets another, until finally you have to kick in for the mini-bar defibrillator.
I don't mean to be stingy, but I am. I can't help but see every charge, every purchase as a sabotage by a mustachioed man hiding behind a mirror rubbing his hands together saying, "Oh goody, look what we just got him to buy now. Next we'll pitch some 'high quality breathing air' and see if we can get him to purchase that." It grates on me. Yesterday we paid $37 (not including tip) to park the car. The hotel (which I won't name, but if you put the words 'inter' and 'continental' together you might get the idea) only gave us the option of valet parking. I'll tip and I understand that is part of this culture, but Christ, we pretty much had to pay for the car to get it's own hotel room.
Now we did get a swanky hotel, and maybe this is part of the swanky hotel culture. I'm probably just a bumpkin bumbling my way through this experience while the hotel staff smiles at me and guides me on my grumpy way, but I can't help but feel used and unaware. I'm scared to ask how much it is to put my luggage in my room.
Nothing left to do but to endure and drink tap water. I hate to say it, as a native of this land, I feel awfully naive. I understand what makes people crack and not trust anyone. You question and prod and try and keep what's yours because it seems if you're not careful, it slips away so easily, as easily as your car in the hands of a valet. So easily that your guard must always be up, thus the beer. A respite, and an indulgence. A letting down of the guard and saying okay hotel, you got me and don't care, I'll give a little more. Then realizing I'm too tired for much right now, and general retirement to sleep. I just wonder how much it is to rent a pillow.
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