I took a chance and found a trendy hair salon in the student entertainment district. My hair is now a darker brown than I expected, and the cut is not as refined as my former hairdresser would do it. In sum, it cost more for less. Sigh. It's all right, though. The colour will lighten up soon enough. (I guess l'Oreal's light brown is not what another brand's light brown is.)
It is a bit warmish in the sun this afternoon, so I stopped to enjoy a sandwich under the pines on the Pukyeong Uni campus before I went in search of a cash machine belonging to my bank. I don't know where the closest branch of my financial services is in relation to my new pad, so I wanted to stash a wad of cash before the move, and save a tiny amount on user fees that I'd have to pay and another company's ATM.
Pay day is the 25th. By the way, I discovered that I received some extra income from my employer that I cannot explain. They don't input everything like pay for working special programs and tax refunds into the electronic pay stubs, so I can only guess that it must have been a tax refund, and some overdue overtime pay.
L wrote by text that she attended the funeral procession and memorial service for six of the ten people from BUFS who died in the accident in Gyeongju last week. Nine of the victims were students, and one the employee of the entertainment company running the special event inside the resort. There is usually three days of mourning followed by the funeral services. BUFS hosted the memorial services for the families of six of the deceased, and the President expressed his regrets and condolences. BUFS covered some other related costs, including the transportation of the bodies from Gyeongju and to the burials, and so on.The families attended, but each had the bodies of their loved ones sent to separate burial rites. The media paid this story a lot of attention, especially because of the contentious questions around liability and indemnification, I imagine. The student society is being blamed.
Here is a photo from one of the news services that wrote an article in English, The Korea Times, although it was released by Yonhap News.
First part of the article:
More than 1,000 students and school staffers on Friday bid farewell to six of the 10 victims of Monday’s fatal collapse of an auditorium at a resort in the southeastern city of Gyeongju.The families of the remaining four victims decided to hold private funerals for their relatives, but attended the joint service. The funeral service for the victims lasted for about an hour and half at the campus of the Busan University of Foreign Studies (BUFS).“I am sorry for not being able to protect you. I am so sorry for not standing by you when you were under such an immense pain,” a wailing Kim Pan-soo, the father of one of the deceased lamented before the altar. “I hope that you can forgive those who are responsible for the incident.”
Well, I don't think any action regarding my move will happen today, or even tomorrow, Sunday. I hear that the Myanmar prof is returning tomorrow, and he must move by Wednesday,so I'll ask him what his arrangements are and see if we can share a truck. He doesn't have much stuff.
I don't think I slept a wink last night. I was up at around 3:30 a.m. washing curtains and stuffing backpacks and shopping bags with my belongings. I also worked on editing a translation this morning. It was a decent job creating English language pages of a website for "onggi village." (traditional food storage clay pots) It's interesting. However, the translators write English poorly, which makes it more difficult than it has to be.
I almost fell asleep while my hair was being colored! Do you know that sensation when your body is relaxing as you are drifting off to sleep in bed, and suddenly you get a little spasm or jolt of energy down some nerve cords?Well, that happened to me while I was sitting in the hair studio chair! I was trying to read The Three Musketeers from my smart phone, but my eyes kept fogging up and suddenly I felt a medium shock shoot a ways down the lower middle spine. Actually, my sleepy and confused mind perceived a sensation similar to what I was feeling on my head at the time: that is a cold stroke of liquid along a short section of my spine rather than my head. Weird.
I have always thought that a knotted area of nerves springs open while we are relaxing and slipping into unconsciousness, releasing a jolt of energy. I guess it happens wherever the most tension has accumulated. It used to happen to me a lot when I was a pre-teen. I'd be sinking into dodo land and starting to dream so that the spasm caused an event at the end of the dream, like stumbling while going down steps, sliding off a chair or tripping over a stile. Yes, stile. Stile was one of those very useful words that city kids had to learn well in elementary school back then. I would be dreaming that I was crossing a friends, perhaps following siblings or pals, and we would want to cross a fence into a greener field, so we would mount the stile and I'd trip--then wake up! Occasionally, during my nightmare phases, I'd fall (but never land).
Anyway, these spasms, small or big, have continued to occur throughout my adult life and I still get them at least a couple of times a week, though usually without the dreams and in various parts of my body, from the instep of my feet to the lower middle part of my spine, to a hip or elbow. When I dream, and it's my foot that's effected, it's often some incident where I'm walking or climbing and the ground seems to drop from beneath me. Tonight, however, I'm hoping for a deep slumber.