The Rad City

If you create a really great reason for people to come out to dance, and drink, and get a little debaucherous they will, and they'll do it all with big smiles on their faces.

RAD CITY

Rhylon made some talented Korean friends who make amazing things and they let us put some of their work up and around the bar.

Lhasa was first. They were wonderful ...  my photos weren't. Sometimes you do what you have to do for a bag full of disposable cameras and your friends. 

Mineri

Their singer is one of those people you love to watch because he hasn't forgotten that it's perfectly alright to be very, very happy onstage when you're in a band.

Ssighborgggg

As always, Vince put colours in the sky and made it all look better ...

Ps... Sorry there are not nearly enough photos of the art. It was too good for pictures.

Pss. HOT DOG is launched!

tell me what you know about dreams

Friday was suppose to be a quiet night ...  it wasn't.

Welcome to Club Womb.
The Dj boys got the kids dancing ....

.... Vince made it all look really pretty ...

There were alot of boys in the womb that night.

Some were scary ...

.... some were nice ...

... and some were the best damn friends a girl could hope for. 

After we emerged from the Womb we wandered the streets until Doogie picked us up in his fancy van and brough us back to the mansion ..

My quiet night ended at 6:30am.

1 little, 2 little, 3 little hot dog catalogs ...

Guess what is sitting in all its fat stack glory on my warm floors right this very second?

You want one?

Come buy one!

COME TO OUR SHOW SATURDAY NIGHT!

Lhasa

Mineri

Sighborg

Art / Zine / FUN

You know you want to.

I promise I'll dance with you.

xoxo

It's going to be here ...

And now for a little present ...
This little story didn't make it in time for this hot dog ... but it is loved all the same. 


I got out of work early today, I thought it would have been a good night to do some cooking, try one of the recipes from that spatula girl blog, but I’m f-ing tired, so bibimbap it is, again. Take out. It’s a bibimbap and Dexter night.


So I went to the gimbap heaven in the bottom floor of my building, “bibimbap ssah joo say yo…” I mumble sweetly. I don’t know what this means exactly, but it gets me what I want: rice, with vegetables, spicy sauce, and a fried egg in a large Styrofoam bowl and then covered with plastic wrap, usually a side of gakdugi and chemical-yellow pickled radish, and some kind of clear-broth soup.


After 7 or 8 minutes of staring I exchange 4 blue paper rectangles for my parcel and, string together a bunch of syllables in a sugary affectation of a voice (which sounds more foreign to me than the words I’m using), that I hope will be construed as me saying “thank you. goodbye.”


Me and my bibimbap hop in the elevator and ride it to the 15th floor. I sometimes enjoy being in this elevator, hustling silently against gravity in a fluorescent chamber, lined with mirrors, usually when I’m alone and slightly drunk. But right now, I’m neither. Beside me is Shawn. A 22-year old boy with a short neck and big hands who lives on the 17th floor, #8. I know this because I woke up there 2 Saturdays ago wearing the dress I wore out Friday night, with nothing on underneath. We don’t have much to say to each other. So he asks me what’s going on tonight. His voice makes me want to throw up, so I say a lot of unnecessary and awkard things while examining my knuckles. I have successfully prevented him from speaking again when I hear “sheep-oh-teem-nida” and say “see you later” and walk toward my room, praying the neighbors are not fucking again.
-- Rachel Hinkle

here we go up, here we go down

We figured it was about time we showed the new kids around some of the non-drinking parts of Busan so we headed over to Geumnyeonsan, which is just past Gwangan, on Sunday for some mountain air...

... up and up we went ...

... until ....

...

... and then we needed a little break ...

....down, down, down we went ...

.. past the man giving saxophone lessons on the side of the road, past the badminton shack in the middle of nowhere ...

.. past the sweetly scented tree..

... past the cave so curious only Jeff Duffield had words to describe it ...

"Somewhere, nestled in the mountains of Geumnyeonsan Mountain, is the abode of the Korean Rambo. Life there is full of hardships: hunting the land for game, fishing the streams for substanance, and seeking peace of mind in a land where peace is a rare comodity. However, with great luck and persistance, the occasional group of wayfarers may wander upon his lair. Those rare few are blessed with a glimpse of life on the outskirts and the hardships entailed in the life of the life of the Korean Rambo. With all lessons learned, his blood will surely not be the first."  -  Jeff Duffield

... past the women with their offerings ...

until finally we arrived in ...

.... um?

.... somewhere out in Yeonsan Dong, where a very nice old man walked us to the subway, and where our  group was whittled down to the kids who wanted to watch Alice and her friends, and those that didn't.

Ps. I learned a very important lesson about camera lenses on Sunday ... but that lesson wasn't properly processed until Monday when I looked at my photos. Sorry about that small blurry spot that keeps popping up in the photos. Special apologies to Busan - you really did look quite beautiful from up there, but that damn spot did you wrong. Don't worry, she's clean now.