Interview of Crying Nut

Listened to them since 2004. 

So grateful for them to continue on.

Renegades of Funk - Rage Against The Machine

"Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
We're the renegades we're the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
C'mon

We're the renegades of funk!"

-R.A.T.M

2000

Hell and Heaven

Hell is a painful place where one listens to the joys of Heaven from underneath.

Quote of James A. Garlfield

Rabbit White from Instagram Part 1

You are late. Off we go.

For our date. We must so.

I go first. Don't you see?

So you must. Follow me! 🕛 

Follow me! Follow me! 

To the sea, Or to ski! 

When you do, Follow me, 

You be you, I'll be me! 🐇

If we get, Far apart, 

Don't forget, Of your heart! ❤️

It defines, Who you are, 

And it shines, Like a star! ⭐️

The riches, Of this place,

Make witches, With no face. ♦️

Be careful, With your wealth.

Be cheerful, Of your health! 🎉

You may work, On the floor,

But the perk, Out that door, ♣️

Makes you go, Till you're old.

Just forgo, Greed for gold! 🔸

Noble men, You may meet,

Now and then, On the street. ♠️

Don't pass by, When you see,

Just say hi, And agree! 👌🏻

Are you ready for the fall?
Just be steady and be tall.
The hole looks small, but it's deep.
You hear my call, if you sleep. 💤

09/12/2015 ~ 10/17/2015
Dr. Psyne

사명

한밤중 해변을 촛불로 밝히려면

아마도 혼자서 절대로 못하겠지

여럿이 모여서 초 들고 서있어도

불씨가 없이는 시작도 못하겠지

바람이 불어서 촛불이 꺼졌을 때

모여서 불 붙일 시간도 헌신하고

서로의 불빛이 환하게 빛나는지

따뜻한 관심과 대화로 확인하며

동트는 아침이 오기를 소망하자

어두운 해변을 촛불로 밝혀보자

봄이 가기 전에

기나긴 밤중에 태풍이 불어와서

서로가 맞잡은 두 손에 힘이 빠져

바람에 휩쓸려 놓칠 것 같다해도

마음만은 바위 같이 흔들리지 않으리다

태풍이 지나고 비구름 몰려와서

우리의 사랑의 열기가 식는다면

지금껏 함께한 열정의 불씨같은

지난날의 추억들로 우리 사랑 지피리다

맑아도 무더운 여름이 지속되어

그대의 마음에 그늘이 짙어지면

하던 일 멈추고 조용히 곁에 앉아

그댈 향한 내 영혼에 빛을 담아 밝히리다

이상형

풍랑에도 서로 맞잡은

두 손을 놓지 않으리라

믿어줄 수 있는 사람

비올때 내가 젖더라도

지키고 싶은 따스함을 

간직하고 있는 사람

내 곁에서 환한 미소로

마음에 드리운 그늘을 

밝혀줄 수 있는 사람

Old Light -Nujabes & Pase Rock

"Old light,

if you can't see my man,

just hold tight.

We gonna rise and shine

and rock it till the night.

That old light,

if you can't see baby,

just hold tight.

We gonna rise and shine

and rock it till the night."

"93 million miles, 3 rocks away,

alive from the planet earth today,

we gonna shine.

That's right we gonna shine."

-Nujabes & Pase Rock, 2001

Why I Write

[Given prompt, 15 minutes of free writing, 15 minutes of developing, and a final editing]

I believe that most of us have been taught somewhere along the years of our education the Theory of Evolution. I don't recall the full details of it, but what I got out of that theory is that creatures live to survive and reproduce; to leave pieces of their genes to persist in this world.

It seems that we do the same. We want our existence to be immortal and stand against time, but we know that it can't be achieved physically. So we wish to leave our actions or names to be remembered by each other in some form. Like an old Korean proverb, "A tiger leaves its skin, while a man leaves his name," we leave pictures, monuments, photographs, and any forms of art for the people we care about or for reference to ourselves in the future. Through our writings, our personal thoughts and ideas come to life and who knows? The remnants of our minds may eventually survive, be remembered, and persist in their form as writings.

It is as though our minds are also bound to the rules of that theory to live and survive in order to persist.

Man of Time

"Never doubt the timing of things. They may not happen exactly when and how you think they should, but they will always happen when and how they are supposed to." -Randi G Fine

"You just never know where life is going to take you. You never know where your talent level is going to be and timing is everything." -Fred Funk

1.

When I opened my hand underneath my desk, my pencil rolled into the palm of my hand. It just happened to be that way every time. I wasn't trying to catch the pencil. My hand was just there for it at the right time, every time.

When I was about 9, I mastered spinning my pencil on my fingers. I liked rolling and spinning my pencil between my fingers, while pretending to pay attention in class. I don't remember how I got to learn how to do it, but I remember the day I tried to teach it to my friend.

While practicing what I taught him, my friend dropped his pencil. The pencil flew out of his hand and hit the floor.  I asked him, "You give up?"  "No."  "Then why didn't you catch it?" I remember my friend pausing for a moment. I guess he was trying to see whether I was joking or not. Then, he reluctantly replied, "I couldn't." His reply upset me a lot. I never dropped my pencil on the floor, so for him to drop a pencil meant to me that he let that happen intentionally, as though throwing the pencil to the floor. I kept asking him why he dropped the pencil, and we eventually got into a fight. 

I never played with my pencil again.

2. 

When I was in 5th grade, I started to notice a unique feature of my life. At the end of the school year, our school gave special recognition to students who had not missed a single school day. I wasn't expecting my name to be announced for perfect attendance that year, because I remembered that I skipped a school day and played at the playground instead. To my surprise, the teacher called my name and I received an award. After class, I asked my closest friend about the day I skipped school. We figured out that the school had an emergency closure that morning, because the entire faculty experienced some food poisoning symptoms that they suspected to have caught during a faculty meeting. I realized how that coincidental food poisoning allowed me not to get caught by my parents for skipping school that year. I didn't understand any statistics or probability at the time, but I knew that I was a very lucky man.

3.

There was a TV cartoon show that I always watched when I came back from school. I never missed a single episode. However, in the following year, the cartoon's final episode was going to be aired on the day of my class field trip. School day was going to be a bit longer than usual due to the trip, so missing the last episode of my TV show was inevitable. The day before my field trip, I was so heartbroken while I watched my favorite show for the last time. I thought I would never get to know how the story was going to end.

The next day, it rained.

I watched the ending of my favorite show with great delight. But I began to have a curiosity of the extent of my luckiness. I figured that I was a lucky guy all along, but I wasn't sure the extent of my luckiness or what I was capable of with my luck.

4.

In 8th grade, I finally had enough curiosity and playfulness of adolescence to put my luckiness to test. I stole a lottery ticket from a convenience store. I scratched the silver coating off the ticket with a coin, and I won $50. I didn't try to claim anything since I was underage and the ticket was stolen.

I wasn't happy at all. I was nervous; I was stunned.

I didn't want to give it to my parents, because they would start questioning me of my misbehavior, so I gave it to a friend.

5.

I didn't come up with another creative test to discover the extent of my luck for a while. I daydreamed about how I could test my luckiness from time to time but they were either too mundane to prove anything or too daring to even try. So I decided to just ignore all the lucky moments in my life as mere coincidences.

In high school, I got to learn more about statistics, which seemed like a reasonable and logical explanation to what had happened in my life. After all, I realized that everybody have some moments in their lives which seem so perfectly planned out to be accepted or understood as mere coincidences. I was an ordinary boy in high school, going through an ordinary life, and that's how I wanted it to be for the rest of my life. However, each time I won small bets between my friends, and avoided getting tardy or absent marks in class, the idea that I'm extraordinary kept coming back to me. By the end of 9th grade, I finally came up with a good method to put this idea to test.

I decided to join my school's baseball team.

6.

I never swung a bat in my life until I was 16 years old, when I joined our high school's baseball team as a sophomore. I didn't know what to expect of myself in how well I would be hitting the ball. If I was truly an extraordinarily lucky man, I would hit a home run every swing. If I can't hit a single ball, my ideas of luckiness would be proven as something delusional.  

"Strike!"

I was relieved in a strange way. Being back as the norm is a very comfortable feeling. But somehow, the second ball of my entire life hit my bat. It wasn't as though I swung the bat to hit the ball. It was more like the ball flew towards the bat that I was swinging, and it ended as a foul. The next ball wasn't a home run, but it flew quite far enough for me to run to first base.

I didn't hit a lot of home runs or hit every swing throughout the season, but I managed to perform just enough to save our team's score from critical moments. The statistics didn't highlight my performance as outstanding, but by the end of that semester, I was the star of our school's baseball team. 

7.
I got carried away with being part of the baseball team as a valued player. By my senior year, I came to a point where I no longer thought about being lucky, but believed that I simply found my true talent as a baseball player after all.

Despite of my popularity in school as a baseball player, I had no confidence in myself when it came to matters with women. There was a girl in my class, whose beauty caught my eyes every time along with the eyes of many other guys. I didn't have the courage to even approach and speak with her. As our Prom approached, however, I felt the urge to leave at least a few romantic memories in my adolescence. And if I were to make only one last romantic relationship, why not make it with the girl I found most attractive? It may have been because I needed some confidence in any form or because I was simply desperate, but anyway, the thought of my luckiness came back to me.

Love is a powerful emotion, and it led me to think and reevaluate all the fortunate events of my life that may possibly give me some advantage in getting her attention. There was one thing that I was absolutely confident in, keeping time. I have never missed a dropping pen nor have been late for class or anything that I wished to attend. And perhaps, I may have been able to even steal a winning lottery ticket because of this ability of carrying my actions on the exact right time.

8.
While dancing with Jessica at Prom, she whispered to me that she was so glad that I asked her to attend the event as her partner, because she had just broken up with her ex-boyfriend just a few days ago. I had a great time with Jessica at the party, and she wanted to spend more time with me that night after the party. My heart raced at the chance of spending a lucky night with her. As I was about to buy a condom for the first time at a convenience store, I received a phone call. I was notified that my family got involved in a car accident and left me alone in this world.

It's a bit funny to look back at what I thought about everything back then. I mean, getting a phone call about the death of my kin, not just one member but the entire family, while trying to buy a condom after Prom? Besides, I've been thinking all along that I was the luckiest guy in the world with a unique ability of being on perfect time. 

But looking back at it, this tragedy happened at an age where I was old enough to be independent. If my family were destined to die and leave me, it could have been a lot worse if it had happened when I was younger. Later on, I even found out that Jessica had been pregnant by her ex-boyfriend near our Prom date. My fate could have ended up a lot worse if I had spent the night with her that night at Prom.

9.

My family's death served as a great excuse for me during college to get heavily drunk frequently. Frankly, I don't regret a single one of those nights of partying and binge drinking, because even in those wild times, I was never late to any of my classes or duties. The answer to my long held question about myself was very clear to me by then. No matter what I did, I wasn't going to be late. Even if things that I didn't wish for happened, they were all for a greater good in the future. In addition, my actions were taking place at a specific time that brought me favorable outcomes, like hitting a baseball on critical moments in the game. I literally proved this to myself on numerous trips to Casinos. I didn't hit jackpots every single time to be blacklisted or gain attention, but I never returned losing money.

Despite living hedonistic days, I did try to plan out my future. During a drunken night while I was contemplating about what occupation I should aim for, I thought of journalism, because I will always be at the right place, at the right time, all the time.

10

My job as a journalist is a piece of cake. Wherever I go, there is news to report, and whenever there is news, I am there. No need to rush and no need to run. I could even go on trips for a break anytime, and even then, I would be in the middle of a special event if I needed to show some professionalism as a journalist. Life started to feel too easy for me with the knowledge of what I was capable of, along with the confidence that all outcomes will eventually turn out to be positive.

11

There's one thing I'm incapable of and that is the failure of attending to my duties. I have a natural tendency to work up towards my goals, but even if I tried to run away from my duties or try to intentionally fail something I'm working on, I couldn't. It is as though my life is on a train track that I have no control what so ever to get off of or make a turn. I don't have many complaints about this, but it makes me wonder what all these favorable outcomes are ultimately for. I don't feel like my freedom is compromised in anyway, because I eventually reach what I hope for, but I wonder what would have happened all along if I had hoped to intentionally harm others. If I were a terrorist, I am sure that I can be an infamous one. But somehow, I didn't turn out to be a very despiteful man, since the tracts of my life led me to some place morally straight instead of evil.

My question is, however, where does it go from here?

12

Everything I've done in my life so far has been for myself. I mean, I could have achieved many greater things for the good of the public with my ability, but I chose a path of convenience for my own life, and I became a journalist. For the first time, I'll do something more altruistic. I volunteered to write a report on the crimes of a vicious terrorist organization that people seem to care less about because no American has been involved.

Shit, this is the 12th entry about my life! Why didn't I notice all along about the reason for the sudden urge to write about myself nowadays?

•  ~ .

Fuck, I just dropped my pen.

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Epilogue:

"Masson Chrone is an American journalist. At the age of 24, he eradicated an entire notorious terrorist organization, in the midst of its operation with a single baseball bat. He has been missing since the massacre, but intelligence agencies speculate him to be dead." -an excerpt from an online encyclopedia.

사막여우

짤방 만듬

Created a meme

The Discharge

Prompt: Begin or end with the sentence: 

"He stepped into the morning light." 

(No time limit)

     His wife was with him in the hospital. His sons and daughters visited him from time to time with their kids. He could not speak nor move from his bed anymore. A urinary catheter hung next to him. The term, "pancreatic cancer" must have been something he barely heard of before. Despite his wife's zealous prayers, which saved him from the casualties of the Vietnam War according to his wife's belief, he knew his time has come.

     Recovering his Korean name from the Japanese, the Korean War that took his father's life away, the face of my grand mother in her youth, the ups and downs of his mining industry, allowing my father to study abroad in the United States, or perhaps even me at the age of 9, who refused to kiss him on his cheek, despite of my father's coaxing in the hospital; God knows what flashed before my grand father when he drew his last breath that night?

He stepped out into the morning light.

Prompt Exercise 1: "The Door Snapped Shut"

The following is from a prompt exercise I wrote in class for 10 minutes.

Prompt: Begin or finish with the following sentence: The door snapped shut.

The door snapped shut.

He was free now. The flight was going to be long, and the break was going to be too short.

The thoughts of seeing his familly, petting his dog, drinking with his friends all night, and being totally immune to any forms of stress for 2 weeks were overwhelming.

"It's the most wonderful time of the year" kept ringing in his ear.

Indeed, the shutting of the door signalled the beginning of the most wonderful time of the year.

"The next time that door snaps shut, however, will mean something very different," he thought.