Showing posts with label Miscellany. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscellany. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Plan your apocalypse now! (Inspired by the Kims of the North)

This is something I’ve been ruminating on for a while now, and it seems fitting to post it what with North Korea strutting its stuff and firing across the border today. (In case you haven’t heard about this, please click here, here, or here. Thus far, the average resident of Daegu doesn’t seem too concerned. Also, if the south is going to conduct war games on an island that close to its border with the north, what do they expect? See map.)

Anyway, I brought this whole apocalypse question up on facebook last month when I posted the following status update: Jane Keeler wonders: What would you have in your apocalypse kit? I’m thinking tweezers. I’m not entirely sure where this thought came from, but I was plucking my eyebrows (surely you didn’t think those elf-arches were natural?) when it occurred to me that The Apocalypse is no excuse for a unibrow. I suppose one would then have to add a small mirror into the kit, otherwise the tweezers would be rather useless as far as the battle against the unibrow is concerned. Anyway, the following commentary ensued:

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So, here’s the combined list: tweezers, mirror, hatchet, bottle of vodka, brownie mix, romance novel, laptop, camera, internet, dark chocolate, a cat, duct tape, twine, a good knife, a gun, beef jerky, sunblock, How to survive the end of the world as we know it by James Wesley Rawles, a sword, a dog, and rope. Hmmmm. That’s going to be somewhat cumbersome to pack, not to mention I’d have to include something for the cat and dog to eat, unless we’re all munching down on the beef jerky come chow time.

As my friend Ben pointed out, I should’ve set some parameters; it all boils down to how you envision The Apocalypse, and if by ‘kit’ you mean something portable or something more along the lines of a well-stocked bomb shelter. Do you, like Brenda, picture The Apocalypse as some kind of natural catastrophe? Or do you see it as the result of a nuclear (or even conventional) war? Zombies? Plague? EMP? (<-- There’s a fascinating, albeit poorly written, book on this topic called
One Second Later, which is worth reading if you can tolerate the wooden characters and frequent use of would of, could of, and should of. Makes one wonder how a book can score a foreward by Newt Gingrich but not a decent editor.) What about alien invasion? And, of course, let’s not forget the Four Horsemen and ye olde Biblical apocalypse.

I have to admit that I was picturing my Apocalypse as something along the lines of a war zone, or perhaps an area in the aftermath of a war, and I was picturing my kit being something I could pick up and carry with me, which would help me to do some triage on the group list above.

Tweezers and mirror – in. I repeat: The Apocalypse is no excuse for a unibrow.
Hatchet – in.
Bottle of vodka – in, if I’m in the FSU, where shots could be used as currency. Out anywhere else. Replace with water bottle.
Brownie mix – not going to be able to fit an oven in my backpack, so the brownies are out. Sorry Brenda.
Romance novel – Out. I think I’d substitute The Silmarillion. It’s a long and entertaining read, and if it’s one of the few texts to survive The Apocalypse, my descendents might come to believe it to be a historical text. How awesome would that be?
Laptop and Internet – Out. I suspect the internet would go out on its own, what with The Apocalypse occurring and all. My laptop, while I like it and find it useful, is not worth saving. I would, however, put my external drive in a ziplock bag and add it to my pack, in case one day I ran across a functioning computer.
Camera – In... until the batteries die. I love my camera, but once the batteries give out (and I’m assuming an inability to recharge) it will just be a large chunk of heavy, dead weight. I would of course save the memory cards. You never know.
Dark Chocolate – Sadly, out. It melts. I don’t want melted chocolate all over the rest of my kit. Not saying I won't have any on hand to calm me down at the beginning to The Apocalypse, however.
Cat – if I have a cat with me at the time, yes. If not, no… until I find one. In which case I should probably add a cat-carrier to my pack.
Duct tape, twine, a good knife, a gun, beef jerky, and sunblock – all yes.
How to survive the end of the world as we know it by James Wesley Rawles – Maybe. I haven’t read it. Perhaps if I read it and could remember everything pertinent, I wouldn’t need to pack it.
Sword – out. Sorry, Jacob. Now don’t get me wrong, I do love swords, and I’m still pissed over the Ghetto Sword Theft of 2008, but it would be rather cumbersome, and given how terrible I performed in my fencing class at Sewanee, why would I bother? Besides, I’m already packing a gun.
Dog – only if I find one along the way that doesn’t want to eat my cat and that is willing to protect me.
Rope – In! Sam Gamgee and his Gaffer would be proud.

So… how do you like *your* apocalypse?

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Dubious Jack the Pumpkin King - For Sale Online Now!

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My friend Chris's book, Dubious Jack the Pumpkin King, is now being sold online! Just click here or on the picture above to purchase. The cost is $12.99, which includes the cost of shipping if you're inside the USA. (Outside the US? Contact Chris directly at christopheresing@yahoo.com for a shipping quote.) If you'd like the book signed or dedicated to anyone, please select "Add special instructions to merchant" while you're making your payment, and include that information there. Order now so you can get your copy in time for Halloween! :-)

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

I do love me some Carl


1994-1995 was an… interesting period in my life. It was my Sophomore year of high school. It was the time when I developed my first serious crush, suffered my first bout of depression, and was consumed with insecurities. Yet oddly enough, it was also a time of self-confidence, when I fully embraced weirdness, and when I felt as though I could achieve anything. And it was when I fell in love with Carl Sagan [wikipedia].

During my Sophomore year of high school, I devoured everything that he had written – and my favorite of his works was Pale Blue Dot. I read that book numerous times, and wove his words into the fabric of cosmos-related fantasies which pervaded my life at that time. At that time I decided that what I wanted out of life was to become an astronomer… a dream which I held until my first semester at Sewanee, when I discovered that Physics and I were not destined for friendship. (Honestly, it was an incredibly depressing moment when I came to the realization that I would never become an astronomer.)

Nonetheless, my collection of the works of Carl Sagan remained one of my prized possessions until 2009, when in one of the many terrible decisions I made that year, I sold them on Ebay. (Please keep in mind that I was all but unemployed, working 6-10 hours a week at minimum wage, and I had no money but what I could borrow from my mother. This doesn’t so much excuse the act, as explain the motivation behind it.) I almost cried when I packaged the books up and sent them off… and I really did cry rather hysterically when I received a message from their buyer stating that they had been seriously damaged in transport, and he wanted a refund.

Carl Sagan died in 1996… by last Friday he appeared on NPR’s Science Friday, as they were celebrating their 20th anniversary by playing some of their favorite past interviews. I listened to the podcast on my way to work this morning. It brought tears to my eyes, and I’ve been in a funky weird mood ever since. Anyway, you can listen to Carl yourself by clicking here.

Also, would Pale Blue Dot be Голубая Точка or Голубой Пункт? And given the slang connotations of голубой, I wonder how this notion plays in Russia? Oh-бляд-i-oh- бляд-a, life goes on… lalalala life goes on :-)

Monday, October 04, 2010

I know too much, and my horses are swift: a nice rambling post about vampires

As it’s Halloween season once again, I think it’s an appropriate time for a discussion revolving around a book I just finished re-reading for the umpteenth time: Dracula. My dad read this out loud to me as a kid, and when I was in the 6th grade, I remember reading it over and over until the cover fell off and pages fell out. It’s rare indeed that you can find a book that you love as much as a 12 year old as you do as an adult, yet for me Dracula is definitely one of the few.

Dracula was one of the many English language books left in the apartment that my cousin George inherited upon his arrival in Korea, and as he wasn’t interested in it (!!) I snapped it up.

Of course, you view any book, however beloved, differently when reading it as an adult, and I have to admit that I’ve been analyzing a tad too much. Let’s see what you think about my train of thought:

In Bram Stoker’s Dracula, the Count and other vampires are held off by crucifixes and communion wafers. Would talismans of other religions have had the same effect? Or had Count Dracula set off east from Transylvania instead of west, would his depredations have been allowed to continue unabated – at least until the arrival of some adequately equipped Catholic missionaries?

Moving on. Are any of you True Blood watchers? I only started watching the show shortly after returning to Korea – but as they show two episodes every Friday night, I’m already about six episodes into Season 2. (Don’t give me any spoilers!!) I recently watched the episode in which the following interaction takes place between Jason Stackhouse and other members of the Fellowship of the Sun:

Jason: I don't know who Lazarus was but he sure as hell wasn't the first vampire. Everybody knows it was Dracula.
Luke: It's in the Bible, moron. Jesus brought Lazarus back from the dead.
Jason: So Jesus made the first vampire? Maybe Jesus was the first vampire. I mean he rose from the dead too, and he told people "Hey y'all drink my blood. It'll give you special powers."
Luke: Jesus never said that.

And this segue, via the reference to communion, brings me back to Catholicism. I don’t know much of anything about Bram Stoker, other than that he was born in Ireland and that he wrote Dracula. I don’t know if he was a Catholic, Protestant, or an Atheist – although I would infer Catholic from his writings.

Now, England (unlike Ireland) is not a Catholic country, nor was it at the time Dracula was written – and surely I need not remind you of the long history of conflicts between the Catholic Irish and the Protestant English – but I do wonder if there might have been some evermore subtler message from Irish Bram Stoker to the general literate British public. After all, only those utilizing Roman Catholic talismans are able to triumph in the battle against evil.

There is only the briefest of hesitations with regard to the use of non-Anglican “idols” near the tale’s beginning:

She then rose and dried her eyes, and taking a crucifix from her neck offered it to me. I did not know what to do, for, as an English Churchman, I have been taught to regard such things as in some measure idolatrous, and yet it seemed so ungracious to refuse an old lady meaning so well and in such a state of mind. She saw, I suppose, the doubt in my face, for she put the rosary around my neck, and said, “For your mother’s sake,” and went out of the room. I am writing up this part of the diary while I am waiting for the coach, which is, of course, late; and the crucifix is still round my neck.

Following this tiny episode of doubt regarding non-Anglican “idols” (occurring on page 5 of the book, no less!) all the protagonists cling tightly to their crucifixes…

Food for thought.

I shall leave you with two humorous videos, from Sesame Street of all places – although if you’re not a True Blood fan, you probably won’t understand the first one. Enjoy!



Friday, October 01, 2010

Friday, September 24, 2010

Dubious Jack the Pumpkin King

Dubious Jack the Pumpkin King

My friend Christopher Esing has written a wonderful Halloween tale entitled Dubious Jack the Pumpkin King, and it has been illustrated by Mary Manning. It is currently available for reading and viewing for free online - you can check it out by clicking here - and it will be available for hard-copy purchase soon. Also, please visit and "like" Dubious Jack's facebook page! If you're interested in contacting Christopher or Mary, Chris can be reached at christopheresing@yahoo.com, and Mary can be reached at mary.mnnng@gmail.com.

Sunday, August 08, 2010

A work in progress

It's really just too hot out there right now (Korean summers having a lot in common with the Southeastern United States in terms of heat and humidity) to spend much time outside... and as "going places" and "doing things" are phrases synonymous with "spending much time outside" - I figured I'd spend this weekend inside, enjoying the pleasures of high speed wireless internet and air conditioning. I've started working on re-designing janekeeler.com. I've only posted pictures on two sections (Korea and People), but it's a start. You can check it out by clicking here or by clicking the image below.

work-in-progress: website redesign

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Spring Break is not what it used to be!

My Spring Break officially started today at 10:30am. No, I'm not heading off to Florida, and sadly I'm not heading off to Nicaragua with my good friend Linda... No, instead I'm pulling the carpet out of my bedroom and laying down tile. Let's just say that with dogs at various stages of house-broken-ness and a cat who poops in the box but prefers to pee in the corner, that carpet had to go. Needless to say, I did not take any "before" pictures. Too embarrassing. I am currently about 1/3 of the way done, which I think is pretty impressive, considering I only just started. Forgive the quality of the pictures below; they were taken with my cell phone.

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There's a rather interesting space between the baseboards and the floor, which I hadn't known existed until I pulled up the carpet. Should be able to hide that with quarter rounds once the floor tile is down. I had to go buy a crowbar (prybar?) to get that strip-o-nails out of there.

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Unlike my spare bedroom, which had a nice solid wood floor hiding under its hideous carpet, the floor in my bedroom has been patched with plywood. Unfortunately, the plywood and the wood floor are not level, so I'm going to have to cover that seam with something to keep from constantly stubbing my toes!

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Also, in one corner of the room, it seems that the wood floor was cut, then glued back together. I have no clue.

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Sava checks out the newly tiled corner.

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I thought about leaving it like this, but there's just too much unsightliness to the wood in this room. And having a half-tiled room would be rather odd.

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Meanwhile, while I'm working on the floor, Tommy Rot is sacked out on *my* side of the bed, with his head on *my* pillow. And to think... his weak bladder is one of the main reasons for this floor-covering overhaul!

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Blog posts a-coming!

I left my computer - with all the photos and videos that I want to post - at my house. Remember, my mom's house has internet, whereas mine does not. Oooops. Anyway, I'll try to get everything online in the next day or so. Stay tuned!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Who is this guy?

If you click here and zoom in behind Obama... who is the man in the armchair next to Cheney? (No, not Bush - on the *other* side of Cheney.) Bush, Biden and Mrs Biden are the only people in armchairs (not even Michelle Obama, Clinton, Bush 1 or Carter - they all have folding chairs). Who is this guy?? It's driving me and my mom nuts.

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The funniest thing ever!!

(Probably not safe for work, though.) Click here.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

In which I don't go to Connecticut

Melissa just got a job offer in Connecticut. For those of you who don't know, Melissa had been living in Orlando, FL. I had agreed to go with her to help take care of her baby until Alex (her husband) got up there in mid January. This agreement was based on me still being unemployed as of December 31st, the day we'd planned to leave. The humane society hired me on December 29th. Now we had simply assumed that given the economic climate, I would still be unemployed. As such, I had one of Melissa and Alex's cars here in Georgia. Alex has the other one in Orlando, and Melissa and the baby were car-less in North Carolina, where they were visiting Melissa's older sister. So on New Year's Eve, after I got off work, I drove Melissa's car to North Carolina. The next day, I rode back to Georgia with Melissa's sister who was going to Florida.... then this morning I went back to work. Meanwhile, Melissa and her niece left at roughly the same time to drive to Connecticut. Whew! Happy New Year everyone :-)

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Melissa

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Melissa and Madeline

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Melissa's sister's super awesome dog

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Cancelling Christmas.

This is more of a general announcement than anything else: my mother and I have decided to cancel Christmas this year. Now, as we're not Christians, what this means is that we're foregoing the annual paganesque tree and gift giving exchange. See, I'm unemployed and have no money. Literally no money. My mother is supporting me. She is employed, but it's not like she's wealthy or anything. As such it seems silly to spend money sending out cards (which is just a waste of paper anyway) and buying presents we can't afford. This does not, however, preclude us from dining at Frank's on December 25th, nor does it preclude me from dressing as an elf. Anyway, if you were expecting a card and/or gift from me this year, and you don't receive one, please do not feel offended.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Remember when?

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She is turning into a gargantuan beast, albeit an adorable one.

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Meanwhile, in case you haven't noticed, my hair is now Very Red.
Usually it's rather Fifth Element, although here I just look like a Christmas Elf.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

I am The Anti-Mullet!

A couple of weeks ago, we went to Metro, one of the local Bishkek restaurants which caters to ex-pats. (It's also home to the best burrito in Central Asia, which is its main draw for me...) Anyway, our waitress has a super awesome haircut, so I embarrassed her by asking if I could take photos of her hair. Anyway, today I went to the hairdresser and scored a fabulous anti-mullet. Hooray! Anyway, below are my pics of the waitress and then of myself. Enjoy!

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Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Not again!

Food poisoning and/or stomach flu for the third time in eight months. I'd blame Kyrgyzstan, except that the first time happened in when I was back in the US. As such, I've got nothing new here... or at least nothing you want to hear about, trust me. Although speaking of Waycross, check out some photos my mom sent me. Enjoy!

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Hahahaha!

Got this email from Gwen in Korea:

I've given up on sending your package to K-stan. It came back again and had been opened and taped back together.... and was missing a box of choco pies :/ I'm wondering how far it got and who took the choco pies. It seems like if it made it all the way there they'd either keep it all if they wanted it or send what they didn't want to you. On the other hand, choco pies are plentiful here and postal workers can afford them, so it seems weird that the thief would be here. It shall remain a mystery. I'll just send package to the US when it's nearing your time to go back.