11.9.97

The weekend is nearly over and I feel a little sad. I want Dave to take a sick day tomorrow so we can just hang out together again. Last night after dinner we started talking a bit about war. It's interesting that Dave is becoming quite the military historian. Listening to him is like taking lectures for free and we find that we have a lot of information to share about the events that shape our world. His method is to pick a period - like the Napoleonic - read as much as he can and then move onto another era. We started talking about WWI and I told him for the millionth time that he should read this book I have about sociocultural circumstances surrounding the war called Rites Of Spring, by a genius named Modris Ekstein. Man, that book is good. Dave recommended to me a book called The Censored War, by George H. Roeder, Jr. It discusses how the government censored images and developed propaganda to mobilize Americans for the war effort and to keep the populace in full support. I think I'm going to read that after I finish the book I'm reading now. I always get satisfaction in learning how our minds have been warped by the powers that be. This morning we ventured out to the new Swatch store over by Shinsa station. Dave was reluctant to go and wanted to put it off another week, but this was the second weekend we've postponed and I'm really afraid the store might disappear. I think the location is terrible since there is hardly any foot traffic and every time I pass by on the bus I have never seen any customers in the store. So we went and - you guessed it - it was closed because it's Sunday. So we hopped a bus to Tower Records and bought some traditional Korean music like the stuff we heard Friday night, then came home and listened while we drank tea. Oh yeah. Somewhere in there we took a nap. Oh, and we also stopped by a local quickie mart, titled "Family Mart" but pronounced in Korean like "Whamly Mot," where they just began stocking none other than my absolute favorite chocolate! Yes, they had HEADS! Actually, they're called something else. They're from Germany and have German written on the wrapper. Maybe an English translation might be something like "Mozart Balls." They're round chocolate balls with a subtle hazelnut center. Mmm! They're individually wrapped in gold tin foil with a picture of Mozart's head on the front. That's why I call 'em HEADS. Oh man, I remember getting them in Seattle at Larry's Market. They sold them individually and they were expensive. Just the perfect thing to manage my chocolate addiction because they were so pricey but so damn delicious. Having those meant I could skip over other, larger, and decidedly inferior, chocolates. First the new grocery store down the street and now this! Geez, this place is getting better all the time.

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