This was a bleak day in world history, so what better way to start than with a good, healthy breakfast of champions? Shades of Vonnegut, right?
I made it to H-Mart yesterday. That’s an Asian (Korean-owned they say) food mart on nearby Belmont, where there used to be a Zupan’s. What was I seeking? Kimchi. I also got a cold sesame noodles I wanna try (missing our favorite Chinese restaurant’s version, closed long ago). And some dried peas I thought were wasabi but were plain, yet still good (I ate the whole bag).
I haven’t found kimchi and Winco, and whereas Fubonn is quite close by there on SE 82nd (as is Hong Phat), a brisk walk from the Steeplejack (was Bank of America) on Hawthorne was in the cards. We had just had our curry stew.
Kimchi and an NA Guinness at around 10 AM gets me going this Saturday. Very Pacific Rim if you ask me.
I’ve been busy printing out bank statements and PayPal logs, getting ready for an appointment with H&R Block. This time last year, I was winding up with Clarusway as a data science teacher and shifting gears into full time Python development in service of my own School of Tomorrow curriculum. That work is paying off in some dimensions.
You could think of me as a writer / teacher who eschewed wood pulp dead trees as a medium (i.e. print) because my dream had always been hypertext, as in hyperlinks, so once the internet came along, it was duck to water time.
