STREET PHOTOGRAPHY: Street photography, in my view, is a form of journalism. You, the street photographer, are capturing a moment in time. Whether or not that moment is newsworthy today isn’t important. Photojournalism strives to capture images that are relevant in the present and only images relevant in the present. However, given enough time, a street photograph will gain importance due to the way society values history and nostalgia. A boring street scene today will one day in the future provide a glimpse of what it was like here in the present. The value of that image could be immense. It really just depends on how rare a boring street scene from the present is in the future. So, be patient.

BASIC INCOME: As I have said before, the world needs to embrace automation and basic incomes for all. A basic income would allow people to self-define what their job is. The job could be anything that brings happiness or joy. It could be a job that simply passes the time or it could be a job which satisfies a passion or desire. If you want to become better at windsurfing, then your job should be to become better at windsurfing. Your job could change at any time on any day. Too often, people enter the twilight of their lives regretting they hadn’t done something they could have done if they hadn’t been shackled to a job they didn’t much like.

MY OSAKA: I’m not in Osaka right now but I certainly wouldn’t mind if I were. I’ve experienced so much awesome in Osaka that had I not met the ol wife during what I thought were my final months in Seoul, I probably would have moved there.

Every long-term expat outside the Foreign Service has an Osaka. I know a few dudes who’d decided Fukuoka was the city they were going to go to for every visa run – the yearly trek outside the country you reside for the purpose of obtaining a visa to legally live and work there. Visa runs are becoming less and less necessary these technological days, which is sad, because visa runs were always fun, despite all the bitching about them by other expats.

Like the vast majority of expats in Korea, my first visa run was to Fukuoka, Japan. Fukuoka is, I think, the closest city outside Korea with a Korean consulate. The consulate is small and isn’t busy. In Fukuoka I’d stayed at a hotel shaped like the sail of a pirate ship and all the staff sported pirate cosplay. I had no idea the hotel had a theme when I’d booked it. It was close to the Korean consulate and had an ocean view, so that was good enough for me. Nothing eventful happened to me in Fukuoka. Apparently I’d stayed in the wrong neighborhood. Regardless, the place just didn’t click.