True to my adventure last month, I got lost again trying to find the doctor's office. I got the right building, just not the right floor. They were in the basement, as the giant 3 x 3ft sign clearly marked. But that was OK, I wasn't late ... because I apparently didn't have an appointment. They were cool about it, I saw the doctor and all (no doubt having a generous health insurance package didn't hurt), but I'm pretty sure I'm losing my mind. I made the appointment! I had a nice long conversation about the hour they closed at. I even requested a physical (which, btw, I really didn't get). How could they not have my appointment? Or maybe this will be one hell of a dentist's appointment next week. :: I'm not a big fan of Young-Hae Chang Heavy Industries. Her work is pretty cool, very imaginative, yet crisply simple, all about Korea apparently, and features some nice jazz. If a tiny bit overwrought. And waaaaay too long. And bit too pretentious. Which is something I suspected when I saw her other work, but then I caught (ie: wasted my night) Metablast, it pretty much confirmed my suspicions. There are a hundred comment pages like this on Metafilter, and yet she picks the one about her. Besides which, this sort of social commentary, while avant garde pre 1995, is pretty much the background noise of post bubble Internet. In this case, I recommend you skip the art and read the source material instead. Same humerous/sickenning/introspective feeling, 1/4 the time. Of course, delmoi has the only important question worth asking