July 18th, 2013

My dad called three times in the morning. I did not sleep very well. I ended up waking up at 6:30 and talking a walk with my wife, Inji, and my son Samuel. It was a short walk but pleasant, even a somewhat dreamy walk.

My internal monologue is going and going. I think about various things. I think about race and about life. What does it all mean? I recently became a Christian. What is my purpose in life?

I'm dividing Mixed Chicks products into 4 equal parts for 4 stores. It's hot in the garage where the products are. I think about those slave laborers in China and Vietnam. Why do they do it?

I stop by the first store and the cashier named X tells me that it's her first time opening and she's a little bit nervous.

I am now driving to my store. I meet my wife there. She's enjoying working at the store. That makes me happy. Sometimes I wonder if it is possible for a Korean to be happy.

We pick up some food at Boston Market and meet our kids at the Art Camp in the Currier Museum. They barely eat the chicken.

It's hot outside... 94 degrees.

I begin to think about the economy and the US government. How can we solve this deficit problems. I think the answer is tariffs. Every other country in the world imposes tariffs why not the US? Of course it'll drive the prices up on many goods but consumers will but the cheaper US goods. What about the money that China is loaning to the US. Will they continue loaning money?

Yes. And it doesn't have to be a very high tariff.

My wife, Inji, is complaining about the heat. It's making her tired. She talks about so many things and I don't understand why it is important. Her ego, though, is much more connected to the unconscious than my ego. I mention that I saw the news about how a tv station made up Korean names for the Asiana flight. I didn't find the made up names offensive. They were plays on American phrases. What I found offensive was that people died in the plane crash and they were making a joke of it.

Inji finds the whole news crew racist. And they are, but I really don't care.

Living in America, I've come to realize that Americans in general don't know much about foreign cultures. And I don't really expect them to.

I take my kids to swim class.