Allow me to reintroduce myself..
We now interrupt your scheduled broadcast to bring you a little "soul.
"Anyong-haseyo? Welcome to the first chapter of the life and times of the seoul, er, sole Korean staffer. Despite my countrymen's affinity for pickled cabbage, have no fear, I want to be clear, no Kimchee recipes shall ever appear, in this column right here, time to change gear.
Besides poor Dr. Seussian impersonations, you can expect some of the going-ons including my project cars, point of view and personal life. It's an editorial so I can say what I want as long as I don't alienate too many of you (with the exception of Tiburon owners and the seven Koreans who read Super Street, and it's probably too late for that)
If I bore you-it's only an itty-bitty column-simply flip the page. If you like it then you fall into the rubber-bands-are-fun-and-paste-is-yummy group, and I'm cool with that. For the rest of you, I'd be honored if only to be the part of your daily reading that falls into the ephemeral state between finishing up your deuce and wiping-the 30 or so crucial seconds spent contemplating over lingering bowel movements and fecal fossilization (ass chisel, anyone?)
Speaking of bathroom activities, some people refer to our writing as potty humor, and to me that's a compliment. If we're able to coax a smirk or a smile during an otherwise zen-like state and assist in your daily bao experience, well then, hey, we've done our jobs. We've made light of an otherwise, ahem, dark situation. Out of the hundreds of magazines, we're honored you chose us to brown tag along for your ride. So go ahead and sit back, relax and let the good times roll.
Now back to your regular programming...