The edge of the end: Herzog up for Oscar

Well, it's happened. He's been hobnobbing in Hollywood long enough; he's up for a nomination for best doc, along with Henry Kaiser. I haven't seen it yet.

I saw Henry Kaiser perform with Loren MazzaCane Connors, providing a live soundtrack to some crazy Japanese silent film (A Page of Madness).

I saw Mister Lonely. That isn't winning any awards. Nor should it. It should just be let be. Perhaps long down the road we'll see the genius in it.

My Favorite Picture of All Time

At least for the all time being for now. From here.

For the benefit of my father

About a week ago I twittered something like this:

I have decided that there is a fine line between sex tourist and English teacher in Korea. If there is a line.

I guess he didn't quite know how to take it. Yes, it is an overstatement. But it is the sad truth that the (male) expats in Korea can be divided into three categories:

1. Sleazy misogynistic pussyhounds. (Sorry for the tart language.)
2. Creepy pseoudo- or actual pedophiles.
3. Normal people, some of whom are cool.

No matter how you slice it, a lot of interesting people end up in Korea. But that has its good and bad points, obviously.

I like to say that the expat population is basically equally divided between the three groups. It's not fair to say it; but on the other hand, I don't have a high opinion of a large amount of the expats here. A lot of the Korean men are creepy too--there's a thriving sex industry here. Partly I think it is just that a lot of guys are creeps no matter where you are, but the white guys think they can get away with a lot more in Korea. And I guess they do.