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For this JET, I’ve decided to show you a little bit about what I’m writing for my second novel. Mind you this is still a fiction book and not everything actually happened although many of the events did occur that hopefully you will buy and read when it is finished. I’m calling it Jagged Korean Lines for obvious reasons and will be published later next year. I believe it will be the story that will resonate the most among readers because it will be the most personal story I ever write. This is my prologue and first chapter of my second novel. Forgive me for being too tired to fix the margins and paragraphs. Enjoy.
Prologue In South Korea, parents take pride in their children. Father and mothers raise them well, sometimes even hoping they grow to be a better version of themselves. These are the parents who are regarded as worthy. On a different level, much further down, are the parents whose best was the worst. Their parenting style is tantamount to a kind of captivity, where discipline is used often for any kind of infraction. You might even call it a different culture from the one you are familiar with, where their societal norms are strange, but when the children grow into adults, the end result is clear. There is no escaping this kind of cruelty. Not when a father whose main way of parenting is operating with hostility instead of love. This was the reality Hae Won learned at an early age about her father. She knew the lengths he would go to make a point. Her father’s cruelty never left her side, keeping her alert even when she was behind a locked door, and long after her younger sister was no longer with them. Soon after she married, the sting of her younger sister’s absence dwindled ever so slightly as she had children of her own. When Hae Won’s children were old enough to attend school, the pain she felt every year on the anniversary of the separation with her younger sister came back to haunt her. She believed her guilt came back as it was the punishment God gave her for abandoning her younger sister. Her actions had brought such pain to her that she feared her husband would leave if he found out about the horrible thing she had done. She had purposely lied about her childhood and that her father had died. In order to survive her father’s abuse while it occurred, she had learned to swallow her misery and push away anything that might improve her situation. This survival mechanism followed her into adulthood and the memories of her past were just that. They were memories she ignored whenever they surfaced. If she felt emotions relating to her past within her, she stuffed them back down. Every night she prayed they would vanish forever. She never got her wish because they always resurfaced. Because Hae Won still feared her father’s power, and men of his nature operated the same way as if no time had passed, it took her a month to make her decision of whether to purposely re-open this part of her life again. The one person she tried desperately to keep under lock and key every month of every year was returning more and more. The answer she never imagined acting upon became clear to her. Even if this person who had contacted her was not her younger sister, maybe it would allow her to sooth her fears. Connecting with another Korean woman who was living in another country could give her insight into what her younger sister had experienced if adopted. Yet, on the other hand, maybe it was better to let things remain a mystery. Sometimes, the lie is better than the truth. Chapter 1 In the 1940s where Kang Dae was born and raised, the city he called home was given the Pusan. He knew from an early age he was less than the other children in his poverty-stricken neighborhood. His face glistened with sweat in any kind of heat, mild or severe, and ran into his eyes when he was forced to work alongside his family to help support his elders. The irritation of this reality, in order for his parents to keep their stomachs full, grew deeper with each passing year. He tried to keep these feelings hidden, but the more he kept it to himself, the more it prevented him from getting a good night’s sleep. The anger over his parent’s financial situation consumed him and became unbearable to hide. Kang Dae had to hide his clenched fists in order not to punch the floor while eating dinner many times. As he grew from a child into a teenager, Kang Dae first learned of his ancestry. He had been born from a line of liars, thieves, prostitutes, and alcoholics. Although his parents worked every day and rarely drank, they did not provide him a childhood he should have received. They lied constantly to him. They saw him as a means to an end. He was another body to be used in any way they saw fit. From the embellished stories from his uncles and parents, he was convinced his path had been chosen before he was even born. This was the excuse he would later use when those brave enough questioned the methods he used to keep his children in line although it did not happen often. Very few dared take issue of how he spoke to his wife or children after learning what usually happened when challenging him. Those closest to Kang Dae were aware he lived a harder life than need be, much to his own actions, and he brought fear to those closest to him as well as strangers. His belief that there was no one better to serve his interests than himself allowed him to become further immersed in his ego mania. He eventually saw the city he was born into no longer as his birthplace. Pusan had always had the identity of a city where lies were commonplace, children were merely pawns, and family meant nothing when what you owned belonged to someone else. For this reason, he made sure not to follow in his family’s footsteps, and yet the most influential adults were his own parents. Despite the verbal rants and the occasional physical slaps, it was the severe neglect Kang Dae would remember. He had to fend for himself as a child and was often left in the care of his uncle. He learned quickly that his uncle was too busy supplying his addictions that he often forgot to feed his nephew. This meant Kang Dae had to find his own meals. It meant he ate one meal a day and sometimes spoiled food because it had sat in the heat all day. On more than one occasion, he was woken up with a terrible stomach pains and had to go outside to vomit. The worst part was when it came on suddenly during school because it resulted in the worst bouts of diarrhea he had ever experienced. It not only crippled him but made him feel inferior. While never expressing his feelings to his parents, his only wish every year on his birthday changed from wanting to spend time with his father to wishing his father would die a humiliating death. Long gone were those birthday celebrations where his father, his abeoji, rewarded another year of his son’s life with gifts. Long gone was his desire to be told the story of how his grandfather had served heroically in the Korean War. The bravery of his grandfather had made Kang Dae proud. He wanted to be just like his harabeoji, the fighter in the family, who purposefully chose a life most men who serve in war do because they cannot resist. Their patriotic duty is their life mission. These men are left with battle scars and still they live productive lives. When the time came for Kang Dae’s grandfather to leave the living world, his life as he knew it was shattered. He believed his father would bring him reassurance. Instead, his father took time to tell his son a story. This time it had nothing to do with his grandfather’s bravery. The truth was of his father’s blatant lie. He had made his grandfather seem more heroic than he really was during the war. Kang Dae flew into a rage and lunged at his abeoji. His father had taught him a lesson for showing such hostility when he was younger, but now he was taller and stronger. The switch inside of him had been flipped. It no longer mattered that his grandfather was a lousy soldier that amounted to nothing. What disturbed him now was his own father’s failure at being a human being. For the first time in his life, he felt hatred and embarrassment for his surname. He vowed never to become what his father could not see of himself and that was he would always be a nothing. When Kang Dae asked why his father had embellished and fabricated his stories, his father’s response was said without emotion. “Because that that is what fathers do who have nothing in common with their sons. You will understand when you have children of your own. It’s pointless to find common ground when there isn’t any to be had.” There was no response given by Kang Dae. “Did hearing me speaking the truth take your tongue away from you?” his father said. This question brought a twinkle to Kang Dae’s father’s eyes. He had never noticed this before. His own father was relishing in his grief. His grandfather probably never fought alongside what his father called real men. He never fought his way through enemy territory. Instead, he was probably mixed in with the weak men that served meals to the real men. His harabeoji may not have ever been a soldier in the first place. His ancestral line was not only full of the most undesirables, but they were weak in body and mind. The following year on his 17th birthday, Kang Dae was resolved to make his family line strong again. He no longer missed his parents, but he realized if it was not for his father’s long-winded stories about his grandfather, he would not have been able to lie so easily to persuade others to join him. If his uncle had not spoken to him so brutally as a child, he would not have been able to find his true voice to get others to comply with his demands. If it were not for his mother who never was there to comfort him when he was afraid as a child, he would not have been able to readily take what he declared as his right without fear. A lifestyle of criminal activity was how he proved his worth to himself. This status gave him the right to call himself a leader. He increased his gang membership by swallowing up smaller struggling gangs with no clear-cut leadership. With these additional men as enforcers, he increased his capital by taking a chance on new profit-making adventures. He became successful in the small territory he ran by the time he was 21. His members not only took an oath of allegiance to him but worshiped his dominance and his stance on rules. There were hardly any rules he enforced besides the obvious: loyalty, loyalty, and more loyalty. He encouraged lethal use of weapons especially when it set a good example. Kang Dae cheered on his fellow brothers when they destroyed their enemy. His mission in life was to be better than the day before. If he was not able to give himself the luxuries the rich Koreans enjoyed in the neighborhoods he only dreamed of living in as a child, there was only one person to blame and that was himself as an adult. He had no regrets about anything he had done so far. The neglected child he had been was long forgotten and he never spoke about it. No one in his family had recognized it or thought it was wrong. Because of this, there was never a right time in Kang Dae’s life to process what he had experienced. He had knowingly turned into an obscure version of his past. All the Pan boys grew to be willing participants, extensions of their own fathers, whether they believed it or not. Their sole purpose was to do whatever was asked of them as children and as adults they were not to be questioned. His uncle taught him about submission and how fear was your friend. Every time his uncle hit him, he made it a point to taunt him. On his 18th birthday, Kang Dae committed to never being hit again and went looking for a fight. He repeated the words he had heard many times as a child by his uncle. This time it was Kang Dae who had his uncle under his control. “If you can’t defend yourself, then you don’t deserve to live. If you can’t get away, it means you never should’ve been born. Now, give me something to be proud of before I kill you.” As Kang Dae looked into his uncle’s eyes, he knew there was no going back. His family would discard him like a piece of garbage. He fully understood the consequences and was okay with the repercussions. His parents were not worthy of his presence anymore than his uncle’s blood was not worthy of his forgiveness. Anyone who was watching their struggle from afar knew better than to intervene. One thing was clear to everyone who knew the Pan family: don’t get involved and forget what you saw. These neighbors gladly went back to drinking their maekju and soju from the comforts of their poorly constructed homes. They realized one thing that Mi Cha never did until it was too late. Every male born in the Pan family had an emptiness in their eyes and Kang Dae was no different. The surface never gets dull as long as there is something to collide with it. The intensity never wanes when the source behind it is nothing short of a monster. The older Kang Dae became, the bigger his shadow dwarfed his image. There was nowhere to seek refuge especially for him. In those desperate moments of wanting to be loved, he was greeted with a callousness no child should ever experience.
When I think the words inside my head, "Hurry up, my dear, hurry up," I land in a space between longing and chilliness, as if I will not be able to stand my own criticism. The fire will turn to coals, cooling at the right time and the pudding eventually becomes room temperature. Feeling warm is not an option, that I spread myself in many directions, hoping something shall appear before my strained eyes. Where shall I end up on a night like this? "I have not captured my time well," I say to myself. Searching seems useless, and I want an answer in return but nothing comes my way. Patience can be digested and removed. All the same, its replacement multiplies again. That man has not done his proper job, has left others unaware. The clock has struck midnight and what follows? When I hear the voices around me, a collection of symbols, and emotions, massive in weight, failing in meaning, sounds falling down with a thud.
Australian, French, and US Open started in 1905, 1891, and 1881 respectively. The longest running competition is Wimbledon that started in 1877 for men only and 1884 for men and women. The top three countries with the most titles for male players is UK with 37, USA with 33, and Australia with 21. The top three male players to win the most titles of all time is Roger Federer (SUI) with 8, William Renshaw (BRI) with 7, and Pete Sampras (USA) with 7. The top three countries with the most titles for female players is USA with 57, UK with 36, and GER with 9. The top three female players to win the most titles of all time is Martina Navratilova (USA) with 9, Helen Wills Moody (USA) with 8, and Dorothea Lambert Chambers (UK), Steffi Graf (GER), and Serena Williams (USA) each with 7. Lastly, here is the list of Wimbledon tennis champions for men from 1877 to 2021 and women from 1884 to 2021.
LuLaRoe is a classic example of a multi-level marketing skirting the edges of being a Pyramid scheme in that you have to keep recruiting people to get your profits (in LuLaRoe’s case it was bonuses). Sure, LuLaRoe started out small, as most start up businesses have to, and then grow out due to demand via advertisement and promoting. Sure, LuLaRoe had a great product to sell as in leggings but when a company grows too fast, things can go very wrong. This is the gist of this documentary of how the major players especially the owners of Mark and DeAnne Stidham with the help of their blended family brought a great idea to a grinding halt (sort of). Let’s say it’s a lot smaller since the company has legal troubles that probably rival any major hospital. This documentary has four parts and aptly titled: Start Up, Show Up, Blow Up, and Toe Up. This company reminds of an ambitious team (nothing wrong with this) that gets very lost along the way. It’s tantamount to biting off more than they could chew. It’s losing control and dealing with it by lavish parties and performances.
It was that compelling of a story in the first episode despite knowing nothing about it. I had never even heard of this company until now. I binge watched the whole thing in one sitting. I truly enjoyed listening to the major movers and shakers, including the buyers and staff, where many no longer work there. It’s hard to have sympathy for these retailers who are spending their six figure incomes on fancy dinners, designer clothes, and expensive vacations until you hear them speak about the other “perks” of working for LuLaRoe. This helped lead to the financial devastation of the highest producers to the lowest earners in the company and those that left were labeled as strangers. No matter what their rank, they became the enemy of the company especially if they were fired. LuLaRoe still sells clothes, but has a F rating with the BBB. I have to hand it to the people who were former retailers and office workers that spoke out against the company. LuLaRich is engaging and realistic in there are winners and losers except in this case the winners thought they were winners (for a while) and the losers were really lost from the beginning (and still are to this day in some respects).
I rate LuLaRich FOUR FINGERS and ONE THUMB at 100%
When I researched how many countries are in each continent, I grew more tired of compiling a list only a handful would read. Therefore, I said screw it and focused on a few things stats from each continent. I understand each of these continents can be broken down like Eastern and Western Europe, Central and South America, South and East Asia, Middle and Northern Africa, etc. I encourage everyone to look at the world map and learn more about it because no one knows where every country resides unless you’re an expert in geography.
Asia has the largest land size and population. Africa is the second largest for land size and population. Europe is the third largest for population but sixth in land size. North and South America are fourth and fifth for population but third and fourth in land size. Australia is the seventh largest for land size but sixth for population. Antarctica is the fifth largest in land size and last for population for obvious reasons. The consensus seems to be 54 countries in Africa, 48 countries in Asia, 44 countries in Europe, 23 countries in North America, and 12 countries in South America. There is less consensus about Australia/Oceania and again nobody lives in Antarctica for very long.
Asia has around 4.6 billion people living there. This isn’t really a surprise since China and India have many cities with millions of people. Besides China being one of the richest countries, the Middle Eastern are rich in minerals and oil reserves. Due to the billions of people living there, Asia has the largest number of languages spoken. Asia makes up about 60% of the total population.
Africa has around 1.3 billion people living there. The largest cities are in Nigeria, Congo, and Egypt. The Nile river, the longest in the world, is in northern Africa and is around 6,650 kilometers or 4,130 miles. All living humans have common ancestry as the first humans originated from this continent and branched out. Africa makes up about 17% of the total population.
Europe has around 750 million people living there. There is a difference between the rich and poor as the western countries are considered richer than the eastern countries. Some of the smallest countries is in Europe such as San Marino, Liechtenstein, Vatican City, Monaco, and Malta. Europe makes up about 10% of the total population.
North America has around 580 million people living there. English is the language most spoken as a first or second language. The largest cities are New York City, Los Angeles, and Chicago. Christianity is the predominant religion practiced due to the large numbers of Catholics and Protestants. North America makes up about 8% of the total population.
South America has around 430 million people living there. The oldest civilization is in Central America with the Mayans. South America has the largest mountain range, highest waterfalls, and driest place in the world with the Andes, Angel Falls, and Atacama Desert. South America makes up about 5.6% of the total population.
Australia/Oceania has around 43 million people living there. The most notable regions/countries are New Zealand, Vanuatu, Australasia, Polynesia, Micronesia, and Melanesia. The largest cities are Melbourne, Perth, Sydney, and Brisbane. It is the smallest in size of all the continents and also has islands. Australia/Oceania make up about .5% of the total population.
Antarctica has zero people living there permanently because no one would want to live there all the time. It is covered with ice and makes up around 60% of the water for humans to drink. This isn’t surprising since most of the ice is located there. Antarctica makes up 0% of the total population.
The world has around 8.7 billion people. The projections are 9.7 billion by 2050 and 10.8 billion by 2100. I will probably still be alive by 2050 and hopefully in retirement. I give myself the latest of 2070 before I die. While this FYI/MYK puts things in perspective, I really hope it’s not during another pandemic. Then again, history often repeats a version of itself. I’ll leave my future possibilities and lives for another day.
I’ve watched more than half of these episode and while some of the cases I’m already familiar with, it’s interesting to hear about the cases from a medical examiner’s viewpoint where it goes a little more in depth than say Forensic Files. I’ve watched a few crime shows with poor narration and coverage that it completely turns me off. Apart from the sheer brutality of the crimes, the way the examiners solve how the person was killed and identify the weapons used to kill or cut the body apart is amazing. I can’t imagine the amount of education and patience it takes to do this. Medical examiners are important in solving crimes and convincing juries that this is the right person to be convicted of murder or wrong person to be bringing to trial. Equally important it provides, at least, a little closure for the surviving family and friends. In this current age of technology, no matter how hard you try to erase or get rid of evidence, it more than likely will be found somewhere in the investigation. There is no surprise, detectives have a poor rate of solving crimes (due to lack of staff and resources). Yes, some detectives are far better than others. It happens in every precinct. The more severe the crime such as murder and aggravated assault, the more likely the crime will go to the top pile to be solved. This show highlights the hard work it takes to be a good detective and when paired with medical examiners, their partnership can result in removing a murderer from society, no matter how long it has gone unsolved.
I rate Secrets of the Morgue FOUR FINGERS at 90%
I’ve been listening to music a lot more now that I have to commute to and from work. It has its moments where I listen to the same song being played over and over again. I have no idea who sings it and have to either look it up or ask someone who sings this terrible or weird song. I don’t get it. Many of the same current bands sound the same to me. I think the last great decade of music was over 20 years ago. With this being said, the one song I keep hearing and think is a combination of strange of good and questionable parts is by Twenty One Pilots called “Heathens.” It starts out pretty decent but then it disintegrates into weirdness. It’s like putting a head of cow onto the body of a horse. The music and singing seem disjointed. I never understood the appeal of many of the current singers. I just don’t and probably never will. If you want to hear great lyrics combined with great guitar playing, check out any song from Purple or Tiny Music… Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop. The DeLeo brothers are 150% great at their craft. Scott Weiland for all his faults was a great singer.
I’m slowly getting back into making progress on my second novel idea. I’m finding some light at the end of the tunnel and hope to be done by my first draft by the end of this year or early next year. I’m also learning to be patient when it comes to self-publishing next year (if everything goes as planned) and finding the motivation and inspiration to hunker down in the fall and winter to get this done. I know I won’t have as much rewriting to do so that makes me happy. There is no way that will happen because I’ve done it once and writing your first novel is always the hardest (for now since I’ve only written one). While my mind is thinking about many different things, ranging from things I’d like change to wondering why I had this particular dream last night, I believe I’m on the road to a better life. I used to think life would be ripe for the picking forever, that dreams do come true, but now I understand sometimes all the fruit has been taken and dreams sometimes end up as disappointments and turn into nightmares. This is where I believe many people are living. We are straddling between there and here, now and then, left and right.
Another song I heard was from Billy Joel was “We Didn’t Start the Fire.” It reminds me of the political emotions and views these last five years. I get people are sick of hearing about the feuding between Democrats and Republicans. I’ve sort of thought that myself lately. If you have access to FB or social media, you really know any topic discussed will turn political in a heartbeat. People can say almost anything they want, but there is danger when it is clearly wrapped in a blanket of falsehoods and conspiracy theories. There comes a point in time, in order to save your brain from getting too mushy, where you need to step away and not care too much what it going on. Then again, if you stop caring or worse, lash out at your opponent just because you can, nothing gets solved. Since COVID started, as a collective whole people have rallied to help others but not all of us can help. It’s hard to when you have no pennies to pinch. What I find rather appalling is how some people go to great lengths to show they belong in the billionaire’s club. Each to his or her own, but if I had a billion dollars, I wouldn’t be hoarding it. This is all for today.