I am in my "patria" (in the etymological sense of "land of my father"): Pasadena. I am staying at my father's house, which is new since the last time I saw him four years ago. He's pretty settled into it, though.
I'm pretty jetlagged, so I won't spend a lot of time blogging.
Addendum: Picture from eating dinner at one of my dad's "regular" spots, Coco's in Pasadena on Lake Avenue. These are familiar haunts to me.
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[daily log: walking, ~4km (mostly in the airports)]
Which is to say, we have landed and I am on a bright spot of lousy airport wifi.
So hi. More later.
(Poem #117 on new numbering scheme)
Ninety-nine nonnets are sufficient to show the possibilities of the short poetic form. Anyway, it's Fall now. I have made enough and I believe I should stop. I will stop.
This is my last nonnet. I will not be posting daily poetry while I travel in the US over the next two weeks, but hopefully can renew the habit, with a new genre, upon my return to Korea.
[This is an automated, pre-scheduled blog post – I expect I’m somewhere over the Pacific, right now.]
[daily log: sitting, 9657km]
I had dinner at the airport with three korean ajeossis who went to high school together, two of whom are accompanying me on this trip back to the US. The third just happens to live very near the airport so he joined us.
