Yesterday morning, former president Roh Moo-hyun took a hike up a mountain near his home, tried to bum a cigarette off a guard, and then leaped to his death. It was premeditated, as the lengthy suicide note reveals, but everybody seems to be in shock. He leaves in his wake a mourning family, a legacy of corruption, and a confused, betrayed populace.
Our swing club had planned to dance in the park, as Asurajang was unavailable and the almost-summer weather has been lovely. We considered, under the circumstances, cancelling our meeting, but a huge festival was going on downtown that seemed to be unperturbed by the turn of events, so we went on. Quite a few people gathered to watch us swing it. Lots of fun.
Reminds me of 9.11 when I spent part of the evening watching the A&E Pride and Prejudice marathon and having a dance party to oldies in a dorm room. Nothing quite like a national tragedy to make people silly.
I think it's just my way of coping with the sadness--by reaffirming life.