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Alice-Mary woke me up at 6 to take the 7 train all the way to its end in Flushing and watch the Germany-Korea World Cup game in Seoul Plaza with thousands of cheering Koreans. We ended up in an open-air square where they had problems setting up the screen until the last quarter of the game, so we crammed into a tiny airless Korean restaurant with a zillion bizarrely polite Korean fans. They all sat down in an orderly fashion and did this one chant where they point forward with both hands.

Afterward, ladies were going around with plastic bags picking up every bit of confetti and litter on the ground. And, we got interviewed by the Times. So look for us in the Metro Section maybe tomorrow.

The reporter was a bit of a jerk who seemed to be scrambling after not getting up early enough and missing the actual match. We all had a lot to say and he would cut us off and ask leading questions.

Also, I saw some heinous tattoos on the Korean youth of America. Bear paws leading up a girl's thigh, a black long-stemmed rose dripping magenta blood on a shoulder, a giant eagle. Since when do urban ethnic kids get white trash tattoos?