Seoulong, and thanks for all the fish.


I am not a fan of planning.

We all know this. I like to ride by the seat of my pants and prefer a mild panic than a totally cool calm life. Now, that's not to say I like drama. It's a fine line between anxious excitement and annoying drama. My trip to Seoul was not dramatic - for me at least. Some lesser beings might have been troubled by flying out with less than a weeks notice, especially considering that we left Wednesday CST at 7am, arrived in Seoul on Thursday at 5pm, gave a presentation to 50 people who did not speak a word of english, attended a Korean Wedding (sorry, no pictures of that), left Seoul at 8pm Saturday, and finally, after all that, returned at 11pm on Saturday.

That is my lifestyle. I do not recommend it. Now, it's off to Chicago on Thursday, and Vegas next week. Yea. I'm glutton for punishment. But, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Here's my 96 hours in somewhat chronological order.



001 :: On a jet airplane

002 :: Rough start, or end to a day

003 :: Night rider

004 :: Rockies Flight

005 :: Toto?

006 :: Architectural beauty

007 :: That guy

008 :: Safe and sound

009 :: Tyler Durden?

010 :: Bike Punk

011 :: Art

012 :: The posse rides

013 :: NYC

014 :: WTF?

015 :: WTF x 2?

016 :: 70's space references

017 :: More Trade, Less Talk

018 :: Cropping in

019 :: God save the Queen

020 :: Night time any time

021 :: More trade, less light

022 :: See?

023 :: Oh yes.

024 :: Unce Unce Unce

025 :: Parting shot