These trees (which one do you like?) are just outside the southwest entrance to the Jeongbalsan subway station in Ilsan (Goyang), South Korea. That was my “home” subway station for the majority of the time I lived in Korea, few blocks from the Urimbobo apartment building where both my first and last apartment in Korea was located (there were other apartments in between, however). I took this picture in November, 2007.
The banner on the footbridge, interestingly, is advertising a local performance of the Nutcracker Suite (호두까기 인형) at the Ilsan Cultural Center which is on the right behind the bridge.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Day: April 2, 2020
Caveat: Oh well, and someone’s mobile home
Yesterday, I decided to solve something that had been bothering me.
The new well, drilled last year, seems to have developed an artesian character. It’s not clear whether this is a new permanent feature or just a temporary or seasonal development. It is constantly pushing out water, overflowing its sleeve, at about a gallon a minute. That’s substantial flow. It’s not necessarily undesirable – if it’s a permanent feature, it’s another “backup” aspect of having a well, in that we will not run out of water even in the event of long dry season combined with a lack of electricity to pump water.
But it does create a problem: the overflowing water flows down the outside of the well-sleeve, and was actually creating some erosion in the gravel of the driveway pad where the well was placed. So I wanted to get the overflow routed to the hillside, away from the top of the driveway pad. My idea was to tap the side of the well-head and attach a simple hose faucet, to which a hose could be attached to re-route the overflowing water.
This is what I did, with Arthur’s “technical assistance” – he actually does know more about which drill bits were appropriate, and such. So we got it done.
Earlier today, we drove into town for our Thursday shopping. I saw this house on a tracked vehicle. I thought to myself, “that looks like something my brother Andrew would drive.” I don’t know if that’s an accurate thought, but it was amusing.
Caveat: Poem #1341 “Fighting beasts”
ㅁ The ideologies began a feud, and stalked each other through the icy wood. They leapt small streams and danced from stone to stone, but failed to solve the wheel of human pain.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter)