Here with the band on our day off from playing at the 1988 Korean Olympic Hall in Seoul. We've survived yellow sand storms (it happens every spring with winds from China-- who knew??) and kim chi spiced beyond human consumption, celebrated the birth of Buddha, and tore it up with the locals at karaoke. Heading to the hotel's gym and then hitting the 'beef cow steak' place down the street for some Kim Bop (the utterance of which makes the band break into Hanson without fail (and it's amazing how often we've heard Mmm Bop here in Seoul-- coincidence or Axis of Evil conspiracy?)). We're touring the DMZ (demilitarized zone) tomorrow, and pretty much hoping that Jago's Green Card gets here before we have to go home and sneak him in through Mexico. Awaiting Melissa (meowmeowrevolution.com)'s arrival, but not holding my breath, as she's sure to arrive by helicopter in the middle of the night.