Choose Kunming

Choose life, choose a dishwasher, choose spending Saturday afternoons writing blog entries about fantasy travels.

Choose Kunming, because that's where my brother says he'll probably go!

I repeat, with the important emphasis: My brother has said he'll probably be going to China!

Now I'm thinking I may want to make a stopover in Korea for a couple months to build up some operating capital. You can chill there for up to 90 days without a visa, and I could make some heavy money off of privates in that time. Gotta think more on that possibility, since I'm not managing to save up the amount I had hoped here.

Happy Teacher's Day!

Yesterday was Teacher's Day. Presents, sweet! Chocolate, flowers, mouth freshening spray.. Hey, it's a foreign land. (And I drink coffee right before class. Don't worry, I'll take the hint.)

Today I got an additional present in my google news aggregator. California legalized gay marriage. I probably don't know enough about the legality issues to know what that really means, but I still like it.

So..have a good day. Happy weekend! Have a beer on me.

Digest This.

Today, for the first time in history, I changed my Facebook status. Now it says, "Michael Morrisey is digesting the dog he ate for dinner."

It's no joke. And it was pretty tasty.

My brother said, "So have you resolved the rumor that the dogs are beaten before they're killed in order to tenderize them?" I said, No but I eat chicken and eggs, and I've pretty much resolved the rumor that they're tortured. AKA they live in horrendously crowded cages, stacked one on top of another, with the lowest levels drowning in filth.. Here's a link to the longer video showing such horrible living conditions.

And here's the PETA video I found to convince you to become a vegetarian. (I'll work on it when I'm done being in a foreign country.)

Cherry Bombs

"In a Station of the Metro"

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

--Ezra Pound

The cherry blossoms are amazing. All the streets on the way to work are lined with them. My favorites are the white ones--it's a little like snow bursting out of the wood.

Then I hear from a friend that Koreans are starting to question their cherry blossom festivals, because the cherry tree was introduced during the Japanese occupation.

Interesting how something so beautiful can have such a history.