My name is Stephen Che. A doctor, but not the useful kind. I tend to be on the side of error. I fear the terror of correctness. So I err, lest I become the sower of seeds that birth oppression or mindlessness.
I balk. Several times a day. It says something about my ineptitude—as a person, a human, a master of ceremonies in the university classroom, and as a writer. It seems that the thought of useful action is a cause of inaction to my being. So I prefer to walk, when I can, without purpose, just continuous repetitive motion with a general direction.
Kurt Vonnegut wrote, "Because I love you. Now can we take a walk? One foot in front of the other—through leaves, over bridges—"
I think this is the ideal to rule over all other ideals. To simply walk, because you are in love.
It's too bad that I mostly end up balking, rather than walking. Maybe because I have a desire to love all people and all things equally. Then writing becomes a constant textual balk, one word stumbling over the other—through lines, over paragraphs—.
口の中にジャンクフードを入れて、もぐもぐもぐもぐと、不健康な牛のようなイキモノ。哲学的な反芻は、半数はデタラメの、旧式の人工知能。人工的人口の主人公たるに相応しき、私.
한없이 없는, 없음이라는 것만이 있는, 있음에 집착해서 진실을 잃은, 잊은, 나.
So they call me the balker. And by "they" I mean no one. And that's fine because this site is my own personal notebook. Of sociological ideas expressed through essays, stories, and maybe some photography. Of jokes. Perhaps the only good this ever serves is make us scoff at something together. But that's fine too. Scoffing is as much a part of human life as eating, sleeping, or falling in and out of love.