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    Vibe Night! Party in Cheongdam

    So I make my (not so triumphant) return to blogging. By simply writing this, I hope to dissolve the fears of any of my friends or family who may be wondering if any harm has come to me. I am fine, though I am starting to feel a tad flummoxed from bouncing from one time zone to another. The bottom line is, life is fairly stable for the moment. I have just returned from a brief stint in Thailand and relishing being back in the land of kimchee and tak kalbi.

    I doubt that anyone has really been keeping up with this journal in my prolonged absence from it, but in that time, I feel as if I’ve undergone a wide degree of changes within myself. If I were to use the phrase “I’ve found myself”, it would sound trite and cliche. However, that is the best way I can think to describe my new mind state. The confusion I once had about the role I am currently playing, my past mistakes, my furture aspirations…none of this seems to plague me anymore. And dare I say it, I’m having fun! In fact, shortly after the above photo was taken, I somehow ended up on stage and dancing for 15 minutes or so, all of which ended up being shown on M-Net(Korea’s MTV). I guess I’m doing the opposite of what I was instructed to do (keep a low profile), yet, I no longer care.

    Whereas in my past, I often felt the need to bite my tounge with my thoughts and at times, even feared what would happen if I spilled all that I thought on this journal, I now no longer fear any repercussions. The sad thing is, it seems to have taken so much loss for me to finally gain so much inside myself.

    I have Hostage & Rescue school to attend in Quantico, VA and after that, I am taking a much needed vacation. I’ll see everyone (who is in GA) on May 27 and you can expect me to update with much more openess (though still observing rules of OPSEC) and frequency.

    Burried in the basement floor of a prominent hotel in Hongje, I finally got to see DRUNKEN TIGER perform live.

    Tiger JK

    DJ Shine

    T

    4 movie clips I made with my camera…

    -First Coming On Stage
    -Performing ‘Liquor Shots’
    -Forgot the name of the song…
    -Another Performance
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    I suspect that in the coming hours there will be alot of shit tossing, who-dun-it punditry floating around both online and through the other various forms of media. Was it protestors from the G8 Summit? Was it terrorists? Is this all Blair’s fault for supporting the U.S., etc etc. I guess the time and place will come for all of that but right now my heart goes out to all of those who met their life’s end, their families, and those who met with injury while just trying to spend an average day riding the subway…

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    Touch

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    Anyone seen that Omarian video for the song “Touch”? I like the song, but I think it’s the female in the video who by far steals the show. As soon as I see her I find myself wishing I was back in New York for some reason. Maybe it’s all the hot Puerto Rican women… ;) continue reading…

    For the past 4 months, my server’s INBOX has been besieged by an unworldly amount of spam. It’s not as if I was resting on my laurels and doing nothing, however. I was running both Spam Assassin (albeit an older version), as well as an additional bayesian filter. It worked for a while, but those damn spammers are smart and figured a way around it. I guess it’d probobly help if I just took some time and updated my install of Spam Assassin, but I never did. Too many things popped up and it would have taken too much time. Instead I just slowly let my mailbox get taken over with about 11 spam messages coming in a day (not the most but for me it’s too much). Faced with the realization that I may not be able to check my e-mail all to frequently (hell I haven’t even really checked it since being here), and that my INBOX could be filled with litereally hundered of junk messages whenever I get the chance, I decided to act now.

    I can’t do everything I want to do from these computers here so updating SA was ruled out. I instead chose to make a qucik and dirty PHP script that utilizes the principles of the Ackermann Function (anyone who took Computing & Algorithms at Georgia Tech will be very familiar with the function).

    Ackermann Function

    Simply put, it’s a recursive theory of computation that takes two natural numbers as arguments and returns a natural number as its value. The first row of the Ackermann function (or more accurately the values A(0, n)) is simply a list of all positive integers, and the only mathematical operation is the addition of 1 to n for the values in that row. All subsequent rows simply give directions to look up a value in that row. In the case of the m = 1 row, the directions simplify to give the value A(0, n + 1) from the m = 0 row, but the simplification is quite complex—for example:

    A(1, 2) = A(0, A(1,1))
    = A(0, A(0, A(1,0)))
    = A(0, A(0, 2))
    = A(0, 3)
    = 4

    A brief pseudocode mockup would make the structure look like this:

    function ack(m, n)
    if m = 0
    return n+1
    else if n = 0
    return ack(m-1, 1)
    else
    return ack(m-1, ack(m, n-1))

    Granted, this is an extremely heavy handed approach but I am at my wits end. I don’t feel like coming back home and finding 3 months worth of spam in my damn box! I also made a few changes to my .htaccess file to stop some of that damn referer spam and freakin’ API Fetch requests. Damn spam bots!

    I haven’t been feeling too great. My mind has been elsewhere. I got into a bit of and argument with a someone I care for on the phone and…well…I never take it easy when I feel she’s upset with me. I jus kind of mope around and feel like shit. She is, afterall, my dong-saeng besides whatever else she may be to me… *sigh*

    I spend most of my time in training isolated from most of the other people on this mammoth sized base. I guess they don’t want people looking over here. Yesturday I was able to venture out and saw the departure of some of the guys from the 82nd Airborne Division. About 500 of them are being sent to Afghanistan to act as a “visible force” for the elections coming in Oct. One of the guys just got married 2 days ago. The army is utilizing a technique with certain units called “rapid deployment” which means you’re ready to go anywhere in the world in 18 hours. He was a bit worried because he was leaving his wife behind and had only been with the division for about a week. He doesn’t have to be too frightened though. 9 out of 10 of the guys he’s mobilized with saw combat in Iraq and will be sure to look after him.

    But I can understand some of his fear. It’s Friday and since Sunday, six soldiers have been killed, there have been two assasination attempts on Afghan government officials, not to mention “miscellenous” killings and bombings. Of course none of this is anywhere in the papers. That is unless you are actively searching things like the BBC or Google’s news page. If everyone agrees that the real “war on terror” is legitamately being fought in Afghanistan…why then does the media focus so much on Iraq? Oh well…

    With my mind in a bit of turmoil because of the fore mentioned argument, I wandered into the recreation hall at around midnight. It was pretty much empty and I was there by myself. The TV there is hooked up to a satellite so I decided to flip around and see what international channels were to be had. I happened upon MBC (Munwha Brodcasting Corporation, a big Korean channel) and a really good drama. 황태자의 첫사랑, which means something like “A Prince’s First Love”. It’s pretty damn good and I found myself getting sucked into it and even yelling at the TV. “Yoo-Bin…arggh, don’t be stupid! Pick Seung-Hyun, not Gyun-Hee!!” Needless to say it’s another one of those dramas where the girl must make a decision between two guys. Why, oh why do I realate so much to those? If you can read Korean, I urge you to chek out the site here.

    Additionally, I saw a joke commercial for this. I guess it’s to comfort all those girls whose boyfriends have to go off and do their mandatory 2 years of service in the Korean Army. A novel and cute concept though. I wonder if I should buy one for someone, but then again, I don’t have anyone to hold…

    Training at Ft. Bragg

    Watched a guy almost fall off that “little bird” once. Instead he just lost his hemlet and proceeded through the training excercise without it.

    I guess I survived the hardest part. The part designed to break our minds and test our endurrance is over. At least, I’m assuming. Since then I’ve had to endure one more hardship but it was mental rather than physical and something I’m not allowed to discuss.

    I did however finally get to HALO. The trip up in the plane was some of the best sleep I’ve had since being here.

    I watched as other would-be members went through drills and exercises and overheard some of the younger recruits talking amongst themselves.

    “That’s just what I want to be…a fucking SF badass!”

    “You think we’ll see any Delta here?”

    Heh. Would they even know a Delta if he stood next to them? You aren’t supposed to. I guess I had reservation with their motivation for trying to finish their qualifier. I just laughed to myself and continued to scoop a few M&Ms into my mouth and look out onto the training course. I called them younger, but in reality they were porobobly the same age as me. Heh, I guess I’m already starting to sound like a vet.

    Not much longer before I have to leave. Not much of a big deal as it will be far from the last.

    Dulles International

    For the record, I was back in D.C. on Thursday. Though only for approximately 3 hours and 40 minutes, I was there. It was one of many stop offs I made on my way here to Korea. I had to empty the last of my belongings from the old apartment on 14th Street and put them in the new place in Kalorama Park.

    With not much downtime after accomplishing that task, it was back on another plane to Newark International. There I had a 3 hour rush meeting with some friends of mine on how to run the business while I’m…well…deployed. Then it was off to Korea, “Land of Morning Calm”.

    I usually only come back here once every two years of so, but this would make my second trip inside of a few months. Why all this jet setting? Well, it has everything to do with my deployment. See…I finally recieved my orders about 2 weeks ago (you didn’t really believe I could lounge around Atlanta forever, did you) and am to report to Ft. Bragg on Sept 15. From Bragg, I will deploy to Afghanistan. You may be thinking “at least it’s not Iraq”, but in reality Afghanistan is a much worse beast. Troop numbers in Iraq are around 135,000, in Afghanistan they are around 15,000! Not to mention that more violent attacks happen there than in Iraq but that they aren’t picked up by the media due to the nature of the operations (operations in Afghanistan are mostly Special Operations conducted by Delta Force, Special Forces, Task Force Ranger, or one of the few other specialized units in the Army which means security clearance is usually “Top Secret” or “Secret”).

    Knowing all of this, I guess I just wanted to see hal-mo-nee (grandmother) one last time. I mean, I hope it won’t be the last time, but I can’t afford to have such a complacent attitude when I know what lies ahead. And since I was fortunate to have all this time…then why the hell not?

    And now I’m here. Things are good. She was sweet enough to take the bus all the way fron Yongsan dong all the way to Incheon to meet me at the airport. And when we got back to her place, I was met with a most incredible gift. a fucking banquet of food that she had spent the past 2 days preparing! Sam-gye Tang (chicken and ginseng soup), Man-doo gook (dumpling soup), Pul-go-gee (stripped beef), Pa Jeon (green onion pancacke), Kong-na-mul bap (mix of noodle, rice, veggies and bean sprout), Ttok (rice cake) and Ch’a (tea), and much more. I was such a happy man and ate like a little pig all night. I get so fucking spoiled :)

    “Marry a Korean girl and you can eat these foods all the time.”

    “Sure grandma. And what if she doesn’t cook?”

    “Bring her to me and I’ll teach her!”

    “What if I didn’t marry a Korean? Couldn’t you teach whoever I marry to cook?”

    “Yes…but..different. It wouldn’t be the same. You should just find one”

    Yes…she’s still on that whole kick. But it’s ok. I love my hal-mo-nee and it feels so good just rolling around on her floor like a big kid. Who knows when I’d get to do this again…