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batallas

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guerra civil chilena del 1891 (revolucion de  1891) congress and the navy revolt against president balmaceda and the army. congress wins, and balmaceda commits suicide. vicealmirante jorge montt assumes power.

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batalla de concon.  aconcagua river.  luis fernando rojas. 1904. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Batalla_de_Concon.JPG

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steve maccurry and the afghan girl (npr audio).

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dream. june 27/28-2015. z swarm.

we live in a white house by the sea. from the window i see a bay like that of gohyon.  flags line the waterfront. the sky turns golden as dusk begins. i hear the warning sirens go off on the warships anchored at the mouth of the bay. i tell my dad we need to buy bottled water in case the taps go dry. i feel we should board up the windows too but he doesn’t think it’s necessary. i go outside. it’s peaceful and many people have gathered quietly on the road next to the ocean. they seem to be waiting for something exciting, beautiful or terrifying like an eclipse or the end of the world. the sky  turns purple and blue but there are clouds to the west that remain bright. the lights are out in every house. i’m told the flags will change soon. i look at the white navy destroyers assembled at the edge of the bay and they look deserted and lifeless. i go home to wait. there are no lights on inside my house. my dad chops garlic in the dark with his back to me. his head is bowed so low he appears decapitated. the window blinds are shut but some blue light filters from the bottom of the window frame. then i hear the window glass crack as if a bird had kamikazed it. more things start crashing outside and cracking the windows. the cracking of the glass is followed by the fluttering of scaly wings and things trying to get in. little mutalisk break through the glass and rip through the blinds. some of them get tangled on the blinds and drop on the floor and crawl toward us using their wings.

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나는 은행에 갔다. 나는 아이스아메리카노를 마셨다.  나는 학원에서 일했다나는 강변에서 자전거를 탔다. 나는 책을 읽었다.

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seongsan ilchulbong and a lap around jeju-do

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seongsan ilchulbong

DSC_5276we wake up before dawn and hike up seonsgsan ilchulbong, an old tuff cone on the northeast corner of the island. we watch the sunrise.

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DSC_5250 mural of a jeju diving matriarch and a captured facehugger.

DSC_5378turtle rock and a chinese man.

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DSC_5421sleeping colt.

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DSC_5436squids.DSC_5457dog.

DSC_5449david bowie’s dog.

DSC_5466 ice coffee on a tree house cafe.

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hexagonal lava columns

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the sad cuttle bone of a cephalopod. DSC_5487

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hyeopjae beach

DSC_5518DSC_5533sea lettuce on ancient, crusty lava.

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DSC_5584we eat poop cookies while watching the sunset.

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volcanic island in the east china sea

we arrive in jeju, korea’s largest island.

DSC_4991lunch by the road.

DSC_4993DSC_5001we drive towards manjanggul.

DSC_5172 a phallic grandfather sculpture guards the entrance to a garden .

DSC_5163we descend to a lava tunnel.

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back on the surfaceDSC_5020 a swallow feeds her youngDSC_5027while a cat awaits.  DSC_5188 DSC_5184we stop by a beach and then

DSC_5202off to seongsan ilchulbong peak

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the dokkebi at the end of the road

asian toad in suyeonglast night i biked towards anpyeong , a town of old country roads, and smells of burnt grass and decomposing organic matter. i turned towards jangsan mountain and the street soon became a dirt road. then it was just the light of my torch and the narrowing path in front of me. as things got creepier i started thinking about old dokkebis cooking stew in their little skull-strewn caves.  i smelled a slow brewing cauldron somewhere near by. i inspected the treeline with my headlamp and a pair of cat eyes glowed back at me from the jungle. the road ended at a metal gate where i assume a dokkebi and its pet cat lived. it had cctv. i heard a low rumble. i looked back and in the distance i saw a train of the elevated line four quietly slither on the tracks above the empty street.

beyond the oncheoncheon | june 16

school cancelled for 3 days because of mers.
at 3 i start a long bike ride around busan.

west to oncheoncheon.

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up the creek i find men net casting on a pool of water.

i stop in pnu for lunch.  i turn around and bike south to seomyeon. i cross to west busan, the industrial heart of the city.

i arrive at the banks of the nakdong around 7.

DSC_5744i travel south to dadaepo beach following the river.

DSC_5762night falls

DSC_5763men building fires in the dark. praying or passing time where the nakdong empties into the pacific.

DSC_5769in dadae, makeoli for the protectors.

a little after 10 i pass a shop that makes plastic lucky pigs and other creatures in busanjin. they’re working late, perhaps trying to meet a deadline. i hear a machine somewhere in the shop. the machine makes rhythmic sounds as if breathing.  with every exhalation out comes a new plastic toy. inside the shop i see a woman sitting on the floor surrounded by a thousand yellow plastic hearts. she is fixing heart-shape stickers on each plastic heart. handmade i suppose.

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DSC_5772i stop in seomyeon for a burrito. by 11:30 im home.