I’m back home after a week and a half work trip in Seoul, Korea, which was a little more eventful than I would have preferred, riding out a typhoon, flying home just ahead of another, and cracking a rib along the way. At least we didn’t have an earthquake this time. My internet access was limited, and I used what little I had to stay in touch with my family, so that’s why I was missing in action last week.
On the plus side, the work went well, and I even managed to squeeze in a little touristing and take a bunch of pictures, which you can find here.
And, with 12 hours or so crossing the pond each way, I was able to polish off Gregory Maguire’s Wicked, which turned out to be more theological than I expected, if less uplifting, and I’ll talk more about that next week. Combined with L. Frank Baum’s original The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (which you can read for free at Project Gutenberg in an hour or two), the MGM movie, and the Broadway play, we end up with sort of a “four gospels of Oz,” each of which tell the story of the land and characters “somewhere over the rainbow” in a distinctly different way. Perhaps I can make something enlightening of this idea. I’m still working on it.
Anyhow, it’s good to be home. There’s no place like it.