I Can Fly!

But only briefly.

If -- as Douglas Adams assures us -- flying is simply a matter of throwing yourself at the ground . . . and missing, then my aim is too true.

Last night, as I was carrying my five-year-old son down the subway steps at the Korea University Station, my feet got tangled up, and I was pitched headlong down. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to clutch my son closer and allow my right arm to take the force of my, uh . . . flight, when we landed.

As my wife and daughter came running, I told them, "Look at En-Uk! See if he's okay!"

I worried that he might have gotten a concussion, but he seemed not to have hit his head very hard. I, however, felt so much pain in my right arm that I feared it had been broken. Apparently not, but this morning, I can't move it without pain, so I'm typing this post lefthanded.

Blogging -- as they say -- will be light.