I will write about my trip to Japan in a later blog, but so much has happened since then that I don't want to leave out. My sister is visiting me now, so I am on a busy schedule of showing her most of the things I've seen in Korea and then some.
Last week we went to some exotic little museums including the Chicken Art Museum and the Owl Museum. The Chicken Art Museum we visited is apparently the only one of its type in the world. The exhibition largely centered around the use of chicken on funeral biers in traditional Korean society. Chickens symbolized the passing from one world into the next. I probably should not have told the tour guide of the museum that I knew a little Korean because when I did so, the guy started busting out some mad Korean on me.
Following the Chicken Art Museum, we went to the Owl Museum, which was literally a display of a bunch of owl toys and memorabilia that a Korean woman collected from around the world.
The third bird we saw was Bjork. Her cage was a stage in Olympic Hall. The concert was very populist in the sense that there were visual aids for the synthesizer. During the last song "Declare your Independence," Bjork and the audience repeatedly chanted "Make your own flag," I was reminded of the presentation I'm working on with the kids at school. It's called "English is Everywhere" and it's basically a flag and cultural presentation of all the countries where people speak English.
2008년 2월 21일 목요일
2008년 2월 1일 금요일
New Year's Resolution
So for New Year’s my resolution is to write in this blog once a week. I feel I’ve lost a little contact with those I love, so I want to rekindle that.
Over the break, I ventured to the Philippines (and Taiwan for a short stop on the way back. You might say that I traveled like a Korean because the Philippines is a nice fairly inexpensive getaway spot for them (I also traveled and stayed with Koreans). Many Koreans initially go to the Philippines to learn English, but some find it so pleasant and inexpensive that they just decide to live there.
The Philippines is a strange and interesting place. It’s a blend between Spanish, Asian and Indigenous cultures, but the most prevalent language you will see on road signs, maps, etc. is English. If you go to the Philippines, you will find, bamboos next to palm trees, Chinese templess next to villas and cathedrals, and . The official language other than English is Tagalog, which originally came from the Filipino tribes (some of them Muslim) but has since incorporated Spanish, English, Chinese, Arabic, and other languages into it.
Day 1- Waking up at 6:00 AM was not as difficult as making our way outside to the subway station….without winter clothes. There’s a new subway station very close to where I live that goes straight to the airport. On the airplane trip there, our first stop was Taipei in Taiwan, but we we were only there for an hour, so we had to wait until our ride home to check out the place.
Upon reaching Manila and stepping outside of the airport, I took off my jacket in a state of ecstasy officially declaring my winter vacation to be a summer vacation. For seven days, I would be in the fresh environs of this tropical paradise.
Then I looked around….
Sure there was the occasional palm tree here and there, but it was nowhere near what I had expected. Within moments of stepping outside, children come running to me asking me for money, half of my drink, or anything I was carrying. A man puts a bunch of fruit in front of my face with a note that says “It’s better than stealing.” Apparently, I didn’t get the message that Manila has a very high crime and poverty rate.
I hear in the Southern half of the Philippines, there’s a great deal of resorts, high-living, etc., but that was not going to be my destination. Following my time in Manila, I was heading off towards the Northern half of the Philippines, the land of the highlands and . I would spend two nights in Manila, two nights in Baguio (the summer getaway cool mountain location that was actually a winter getaway for me), one night in the old Spanish City of Vigan near the Northern tip of the Philippines, and then back to Manila.
So with the lack of visible public transportation around, when I asked my traveling companion Sangeun what we were supposed to do next she gave me this half excited, half told-you-so kind or looked that seemed to say “We’re on our own now.”
So we hopped on a bus.. really the first bus we could find, and then had to ask where the bus was going. We wanted to go to Rizal Park (named after one of their revolutionary heroes) to scope it out before the Rizal Day celebrations that would take place in the next morning. After some first few sites, we headed to before making our way to Makate City, where we found our Korean hotel.
Day 2
I thought my rocky start in the Philippines was my first night: when I stepped outside the hotel to get some bottled and was ambushed by a man selling Viagra, a crowd asking me please for a moment of my time, a single Filipino woman asking me to come with her (and then yelling “WHY?” when I told her I couldn’t), and a man holding the door open for me, so I would pay him on the way out.
However, we had our real rocky start (literally) when we foolishly agreed to have a man on a horse and buggy take us from the subway station to Chinatown. After bargaining the ride down to a buck fifty or so, the man took us down a path where horses don’t usually trot. As Sangeun said to me as it was occurring, “I don’t think the horse feels very comfortable right now.”
So the man takes us to a very scenic view to Chinatown, where there are Chines-Filipino friendship murals everywhere and Chinese Filipino people walking about, and then asks us if we want to see a Chinese Temple. I said “Sure why not?” He took us there, we looked around the temple, paid the guard some money at the request of the horse and buggy driver (although we later learned that we didn’t have to pay him), and then the driver asked us if we wanted to go to Rizal Park (where we were last night). Again I said “Why not?” but Sangeun told me quietly, I think he’s going to demand more money when we get there. Sure enough, when we arrived at Rizal Park, the driver said we owed him money for the Chinese Temple and Rizal Park.. driving our cost up to around $10. I don’t want to say how the story ended up exactly but let’s just say it involved a police officer and bargaining it down to a much more reasonable price.
When in the Philippines (or anywhere really), don’t mistake salesmanship for kindness; also, PAY FIRST, so they don’t tell you there was some added cost somewhere or other that you just didn’t hear about. I probably don't need to even mention that when we were in the enclosed old Spanish City in Manila later in the afternoon and had horse and buggy carriages all around us, we were not in the mood to go for another ride.
Day 3
On to Baguio—by far worth the mishaps that had taken place in Manila. Baguio is home to many Koreans learning English, and I could see why. Upon arriving, we immediately checked out a Botanical Garden, where in addition to the beautiful scenery and a statue of an indigenous mother and child resembling mother Mary and Jesus, there were many people and animals trading picture shots for cash. We decided to pay to have our picture taken with this indigenous group of people and not the St. Bernard (a famous dog in the highlands of the Philippines).
New Year’s eve was pretty low key. We met Sangeun’s friend who was a Korean going to graduate school in the Philippines, and his friend Yungsan, who was learning English and was at the time a beginning English speaker. We stayed the night at their place and resolved the next day to go to a beach. It would be no Boracay (the fancy resorts in Southern Philippines), but it would be something.
Day 4
We woke up early . On the bus ride there, Yungsan and I sat beside each other and I exhaustingly exhausted just about all the Korean I knew, while he did the same for English. It was only a few minutes down the road before a guy with a chicken entered the bus. I looked , and the guy said "He's a cock fighter. His name is Tyson." Apparently cock fighting is very big in the Philippines. The gentleman told me that there are thousands of cockfighting arenas in the country. I was going to ask him if his chicken had bitten off any ears lately, but being surrounded by Koreans and Filipinos, I wasn't sure if anyone would get the joke.
We arrived to San Fernando a few hours later, and waiting for us were motorcycle tricycles that would take us directly to a beach for the low cost of 30 cents (this time we paid first). At the beach, we had a boatman take us along the coast until one of the seats broke and the Koreans I was with politely (or perhaps not so politely) asked to return back (they couldn’t swim)..
Following the beach, we went to a Chinese temples (yes another one, we probably went to all the buddhist/taoist Chinese temples in that country), where we posed for several pictures. Sangeun’s friend Sangsoo took out a camera tripod stand that he had actually brought with him as I thought to myself “This is SO Korean.” We ate next at Pizza Hut and then departed on a dangerous voyage on the bus ride back, for the bus driver was driving in the highlands in the pouring down rain extremely rapidly. The would-be 2 hour bus ride took a little over an hour.
Day 5
This day was probably the most enriching cultural experience day, for after visiting yet another Chinese temples (it’s three now) and before visiting the Baguio Museum, we went to a Native Artists Village. Not only was there original artwork by the artists that lived in the community, there were old native Philippine huts you could stay in for a night. We wanted to, but decided against it later because we didn’t bring sleeping bags.
Day 6-7
So next was our final stop in the Philippines- Vigan, the old Spanish City where not much has changed. We were thinking about skipping Vigan and staying another day in Baguio because the trip was so long and we wouldn’t be able to stay a long time. However, if only for the scenic ride up there, it was worth it. We passed through so many cities and towns; we saw the Philippines breathe, and when the sunset came, the driver just stopped and took a break, so we could all take pictures and rest for a bit.
Once we arrived in Vigan, we took another motorcycle tricycle to a hotel by the name of Grandpa’s Inn that I had picked out from the Travel Guide. Apparently, it was reasonably priced and had great food. On that note, here’s some food for thought: Travel Guides usually tell the truth, but not THE WHOLE TRUTH. The food was great: we had a tuna steak and a sizzling steak for about five dollars, but the accommodations were horrendous. The TV had 3 channels (one CNN though so I got to watch the Obama Iowa win), the fan was loud and tedious, and for the entire morning we had no water. At least I got my deposit money back though. After some of the experiences I had with Filipino tourism, I thought that they were going to keep it.
Vigan was a great city to tour for a short time. There’s not much there, but it’s extremely beautiful, not crowded and historical. The high moment of the occasion was when I almost ended up spending some time with some murderers, rapists and armed robbers. The guidebook said the jail was the oldest building in the city (dating back to the 1600s) but neglected to say something else important about it. So when I started to walk inside, the warden gave me a look of disbelief and said “Umm..sir; there is no admittance there.” I said “Why not?” He said “It’s STILL a jail!” He then gave me a brief history of the place, and said that they were currently trying to move the prisoners to a new jail and keep the site strictly historical but didn’t have the funds to do so yet.
We couldn’t stay long because we were leaving the Philippines the next day. We must have taken the third class local ride to Manila because it took about 9 hours to get there. Part of me missed the crazy deranged.driver that zoomed us back from San Fernando.
And what about Taiwan???
We were only in Taipei, the capital of Taiwan, for less than 24 hours, so we were only able to go to a few places. Going from the urban jungle—the metropolitan mis-haven of Manila to the cosmopolitan corners of Taipei was like stepping out of a lion’s cage and into Ronald McDonald's playplace. Everything was extremely tourist friendly, clean, and organized. It almost wasn’t fun. But luckily enough I managed to get us lost a few times, and there were plenty of Chinese Temples to see. With that in mind, if seven days in a foreign country is enough to grow accustomed to it as a second or third place of residence, Taipei felt a little bit like home.
Over the break, I ventured to the Philippines (and Taiwan for a short stop on the way back. You might say that I traveled like a Korean because the Philippines is a nice fairly inexpensive getaway spot for them (I also traveled and stayed with Koreans). Many Koreans initially go to the Philippines to learn English, but some find it so pleasant and inexpensive that they just decide to live there.
The Philippines is a strange and interesting place. It’s a blend between Spanish, Asian and Indigenous cultures, but the most prevalent language you will see on road signs, maps, etc. is English. If you go to the Philippines, you will find, bamboos next to palm trees, Chinese templess next to villas and cathedrals, and . The official language other than English is Tagalog, which originally came from the Filipino tribes (some of them Muslim) but has since incorporated Spanish, English, Chinese, Arabic, and other languages into it.
Day 1- Waking up at 6:00 AM was not as difficult as making our way outside to the subway station….without winter clothes. There’s a new subway station very close to where I live that goes straight to the airport. On the airplane trip there, our first stop was Taipei in Taiwan, but we we were only there for an hour, so we had to wait until our ride home to check out the place.
Upon reaching Manila and stepping outside of the airport, I took off my jacket in a state of ecstasy officially declaring my winter vacation to be a summer vacation. For seven days, I would be in the fresh environs of this tropical paradise.
Then I looked around….
Sure there was the occasional palm tree here and there, but it was nowhere near what I had expected. Within moments of stepping outside, children come running to me asking me for money, half of my drink, or anything I was carrying. A man puts a bunch of fruit in front of my face with a note that says “It’s better than stealing.” Apparently, I didn’t get the message that Manila has a very high crime and poverty rate.
I hear in the Southern half of the Philippines, there’s a great deal of resorts, high-living, etc., but that was not going to be my destination. Following my time in Manila, I was heading off towards the Northern half of the Philippines, the land of the highlands and . I would spend two nights in Manila, two nights in Baguio (the summer getaway cool mountain location that was actually a winter getaway for me), one night in the old Spanish City of Vigan near the Northern tip of the Philippines, and then back to Manila.
So with the lack of visible public transportation around, when I asked my traveling companion Sangeun what we were supposed to do next she gave me this half excited, half told-you-so kind or looked that seemed to say “We’re on our own now.”
So we hopped on a bus.. really the first bus we could find, and then had to ask where the bus was going. We wanted to go to Rizal Park (named after one of their revolutionary heroes) to scope it out before the Rizal Day celebrations that would take place in the next morning. After some first few sites, we headed to before making our way to Makate City, where we found our Korean hotel.
Day 2
I thought my rocky start in the Philippines was my first night: when I stepped outside the hotel to get some bottled and was ambushed by a man selling Viagra, a crowd asking me please for a moment of my time, a single Filipino woman asking me to come with her (and then yelling “WHY?” when I told her I couldn’t), and a man holding the door open for me, so I would pay him on the way out.
However, we had our real rocky start (literally) when we foolishly agreed to have a man on a horse and buggy take us from the subway station to Chinatown. After bargaining the ride down to a buck fifty or so, the man took us down a path where horses don’t usually trot. As Sangeun said to me as it was occurring, “I don’t think the horse feels very comfortable right now.”
So the man takes us to a very scenic view to Chinatown, where there are Chines-Filipino friendship murals everywhere and Chinese Filipino people walking about, and then asks us if we want to see a Chinese Temple. I said “Sure why not?” He took us there, we looked around the temple, paid the guard some money at the request of the horse and buggy driver (although we later learned that we didn’t have to pay him), and then the driver asked us if we wanted to go to Rizal Park (where we were last night). Again I said “Why not?” but Sangeun told me quietly, I think he’s going to demand more money when we get there. Sure enough, when we arrived at Rizal Park, the driver said we owed him money for the Chinese Temple and Rizal Park.. driving our cost up to around $10. I don’t want to say how the story ended up exactly but let’s just say it involved a police officer and bargaining it down to a much more reasonable price.
When in the Philippines (or anywhere really), don’t mistake salesmanship for kindness; also, PAY FIRST, so they don’t tell you there was some added cost somewhere or other that you just didn’t hear about. I probably don't need to even mention that when we were in the enclosed old Spanish City in Manila later in the afternoon and had horse and buggy carriages all around us, we were not in the mood to go for another ride.
Day 3
On to Baguio—by far worth the mishaps that had taken place in Manila. Baguio is home to many Koreans learning English, and I could see why. Upon arriving, we immediately checked out a Botanical Garden, where in addition to the beautiful scenery and a statue of an indigenous mother and child resembling mother Mary and Jesus, there were many people and animals trading picture shots for cash. We decided to pay to have our picture taken with this indigenous group of people and not the St. Bernard (a famous dog in the highlands of the Philippines).
New Year’s eve was pretty low key. We met Sangeun’s friend who was a Korean going to graduate school in the Philippines, and his friend Yungsan, who was learning English and was at the time a beginning English speaker. We stayed the night at their place and resolved the next day to go to a beach. It would be no Boracay (the fancy resorts in Southern Philippines), but it would be something.
Day 4
We woke up early . On the bus ride there, Yungsan and I sat beside each other and I exhaustingly exhausted just about all the Korean I knew, while he did the same for English. It was only a few minutes down the road before a guy with a chicken entered the bus. I looked , and the guy said "He's a cock fighter. His name is Tyson." Apparently cock fighting is very big in the Philippines. The gentleman told me that there are thousands of cockfighting arenas in the country. I was going to ask him if his chicken had bitten off any ears lately, but being surrounded by Koreans and Filipinos, I wasn't sure if anyone would get the joke.
We arrived to San Fernando a few hours later, and waiting for us were motorcycle tricycles that would take us directly to a beach for the low cost of 30 cents (this time we paid first). At the beach, we had a boatman take us along the coast until one of the seats broke and the Koreans I was with politely (or perhaps not so politely) asked to return back (they couldn’t swim)..
Following the beach, we went to a Chinese temples (yes another one, we probably went to all the buddhist/taoist Chinese temples in that country), where we posed for several pictures. Sangeun’s friend Sangsoo took out a camera tripod stand that he had actually brought with him as I thought to myself “This is SO Korean.” We ate next at Pizza Hut and then departed on a dangerous voyage on the bus ride back, for the bus driver was driving in the highlands in the pouring down rain extremely rapidly. The would-be 2 hour bus ride took a little over an hour.
Day 5
This day was probably the most enriching cultural experience day, for after visiting yet another Chinese temples (it’s three now) and before visiting the Baguio Museum, we went to a Native Artists Village. Not only was there original artwork by the artists that lived in the community, there were old native Philippine huts you could stay in for a night. We wanted to, but decided against it later because we didn’t bring sleeping bags.
Day 6-7
So next was our final stop in the Philippines- Vigan, the old Spanish City where not much has changed. We were thinking about skipping Vigan and staying another day in Baguio because the trip was so long and we wouldn’t be able to stay a long time. However, if only for the scenic ride up there, it was worth it. We passed through so many cities and towns; we saw the Philippines breathe, and when the sunset came, the driver just stopped and took a break, so we could all take pictures and rest for a bit.
Once we arrived in Vigan, we took another motorcycle tricycle to a hotel by the name of Grandpa’s Inn that I had picked out from the Travel Guide. Apparently, it was reasonably priced and had great food. On that note, here’s some food for thought: Travel Guides usually tell the truth, but not THE WHOLE TRUTH. The food was great: we had a tuna steak and a sizzling steak for about five dollars, but the accommodations were horrendous. The TV had 3 channels (one CNN though so I got to watch the Obama Iowa win), the fan was loud and tedious, and for the entire morning we had no water. At least I got my deposit money back though. After some of the experiences I had with Filipino tourism, I thought that they were going to keep it.
Vigan was a great city to tour for a short time. There’s not much there, but it’s extremely beautiful, not crowded and historical. The high moment of the occasion was when I almost ended up spending some time with some murderers, rapists and armed robbers. The guidebook said the jail was the oldest building in the city (dating back to the 1600s) but neglected to say something else important about it. So when I started to walk inside, the warden gave me a look of disbelief and said “Umm..sir; there is no admittance there.” I said “Why not?” He said “It’s STILL a jail!” He then gave me a brief history of the place, and said that they were currently trying to move the prisoners to a new jail and keep the site strictly historical but didn’t have the funds to do so yet.
We couldn’t stay long because we were leaving the Philippines the next day. We must have taken the third class local ride to Manila because it took about 9 hours to get there. Part of me missed the crazy deranged.driver that zoomed us back from San Fernando.
And what about Taiwan???
We were only in Taipei, the capital of Taiwan, for less than 24 hours, so we were only able to go to a few places. Going from the urban jungle—the metropolitan mis-haven of Manila to the cosmopolitan corners of Taipei was like stepping out of a lion’s cage and into Ronald McDonald's playplace. Everything was extremely tourist friendly, clean, and organized. It almost wasn’t fun. But luckily enough I managed to get us lost a few times, and there were plenty of Chinese Temples to see. With that in mind, if seven days in a foreign country is enough to grow accustomed to it as a second or third place of residence, Taipei felt a little bit like home.
2008년 1월 12일 토요일
A Merry American-Korean Christmas
Christmas in Korea isn't as big as it is in America, but we weren't going to let the holiday slip past us.
So for Christmas eve, we didn't know what to do. We almost considered just ordering take-out. But at the last minute, we gathered some Koreans and foreigners together and made a fusion feast with everything we could muster from the local E-mart store.
Steak
Kimchi
Rice
Mushroom Mandoo (dumplings)
Champagne
It even had Christmas colors. Look.......
After the glorious feast, we headed over the the Noribang (singing room) to celebrate with Christmas songs. But since many of the English teachers were fatigued from having taught English Christmas songs all day to our students, we didn't stay long.
The next day, I went to church with Sangeun. We met her sister and her sister's fiance and headed over to a small but warm place of worship in the basement of a building. The congregation wasn't large, but very much alive, as it opened with children's Christmas presentations both modern and contemporary. One girl even recited the gospel by memory in English (I later learned that they had her prepared that just for me). Since I can read Korean phonetically, I was able to sing the Joy to the World and Away in a Manger in Korean. During the sermon, the pastor pointed me out and joked that since I was there, his small church was now an international church. After the service, I talked a little with members of the congregation and we drank tea and ate Dak (Korean rice cakes).
When I'm with Koreans, I can never tell whether they plan activities or just do them spontaneously. It's best not to ask. So when I asked what we were doing next, Sangeun just smiled and said, "wait and see." We went to an outside market in Bupeyong and picked up some ingredients, and to make the story short, Sanguen's sister's fiance fixed us one of the best meals I've had since I'd been in Korea.... seafood pancakes.
It was a Merry Christmas and I had a lot to be thankful for.
So for Christmas eve, we didn't know what to do. We almost considered just ordering take-out. But at the last minute, we gathered some Koreans and foreigners together and made a fusion feast with everything we could muster from the local E-mart store.
Steak
Kimchi
Rice
Mushroom Mandoo (dumplings)
Champagne
It even had Christmas colors. Look.......
After the glorious feast, we headed over the the Noribang (singing room) to celebrate with Christmas songs. But since many of the English teachers were fatigued from having taught English Christmas songs all day to our students, we didn't stay long.
The next day, I went to church with Sangeun. We met her sister and her sister's fiance and headed over to a small but warm place of worship in the basement of a building. The congregation wasn't large, but very much alive, as it opened with children's Christmas presentations both modern and contemporary. One girl even recited the gospel by memory in English (I later learned that they had her prepared that just for me). Since I can read Korean phonetically, I was able to sing the Joy to the World and Away in a Manger in Korean. During the sermon, the pastor pointed me out and joked that since I was there, his small church was now an international church. After the service, I talked a little with members of the congregation and we drank tea and ate Dak (Korean rice cakes).
When I'm with Koreans, I can never tell whether they plan activities or just do them spontaneously. It's best not to ask. So when I asked what we were doing next, Sangeun just smiled and said, "wait and see." We went to an outside market in Bupeyong and picked up some ingredients, and to make the story short, Sanguen's sister's fiance fixed us one of the best meals I've had since I'd been in Korea.... seafood pancakes.
It was a Merry Christmas and I had a lot to be thankful for.
Election Day- December 19, 2007
As the US presidential primary season is just starting, the Korean presidential election is just finishing. Korea is similar to America in the sense that it has an unpopular president (Roh-Moo-hyeon) leaving office after finishing his maximum of two terms (eight years).
Banners publicizing not only the three major candidates, but all 12 are all over Korea:
The winner: a Presbyterianism minister turned President of Hyundai turned mayor of Seoul (kind of a combination of Mike Huckabee, Mitt Romney and Rudy Guiliani). His campaign promise was an interesting synergy of free market capitalism and evangelicalism: put faith in my divine ordinance to reshape the economy and bring prosperity to all.
"Change" is coming to Korea....
Banners publicizing not only the three major candidates, but all 12 are all over Korea:
The winner: a Presbyterianism minister turned President of Hyundai turned mayor of Seoul (kind of a combination of Mike Huckabee, Mitt Romney and Rudy Guiliani). His campaign promise was an interesting synergy of free market capitalism and evangelicalism: put faith in my divine ordinance to reshape the economy and bring prosperity to all.
"Change" is coming to Korea....
2007년 11월 30일 금요일
A Cultural Experience
I've seen some crazy things in Seoul, notably right outside Seoul Station, which is the only place where you really see homeless people. It's pretty much the town square area of Seoul, where people with everything and anything to say come to. I thought I'd seen it all.
But this one takes the cake....
I'd like to say this picture just speaks for itself and leave it at that, but my curiosity led me to check out their website. Apparently it's a social advocacy organization called the WTA (World Toilet Association) dedicated to the global proliferation of high quality sustainable and sanitary toilets. It started off as a national organization simply to improve the quality of toilets in Korea. Now they have expanded their outreach into the world specifically the 3rd one...
From their website: "2.4 billion people do not have access to any type of improved sanitation facility. About 2 million people die every year due to diarrheal diseases; most of them are children less than 5 years of age."
and..
"Promoting a new wave concept of 'Beautiful Toilets' and 'Toilets as a cultural' place is also one of our aims."
http://en.wtaa.or.kr/site/wta/wtavision.htm
But this one takes the cake....
I'd like to say this picture just speaks for itself and leave it at that, but my curiosity led me to check out their website. Apparently it's a social advocacy organization called the WTA (World Toilet Association) dedicated to the global proliferation of high quality sustainable and sanitary toilets. It started off as a national organization simply to improve the quality of toilets in Korea. Now they have expanded their outreach into the world specifically the 3rd one...
From their website: "2.4 billion people do not have access to any type of improved sanitation facility. About 2 million people die every year due to diarrheal diseases; most of them are children less than 5 years of age."
and..
"Promoting a new wave concept of 'Beautiful Toilets' and 'Toilets as a cultural' place is also one of our aims."
http://en.wtaa.or.kr/site/wta/wtavision.htm
2007년 11월 23일 금요일
Blink.
Today in one of my Middle School classes, a student called George Bush a "modern day Kennedy." I understood what she said, but I thought I must have heard wrong. Upon seeing the confusion on my face, she developed a frustrated look on her face and then said to me "Teacher do you know JKF? I mean he's like JFK today."
My feeling of confusion turned into a half state of awe and half state of disbelief, but upon recollecting her earlier comment that she liked George Bush, it all made sense. She also said at one point in the class that she liked Kim Jong-Il more than the current South Korean president Roh Moo-Hyun because Kim is a stronger leader. I have to keep reminding myself of the obvious fact that Koreans are just as ideologically diverse (and internally polarized apparently) as anyone else.
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When I told a Korean English teacher about this however, she said Middle Schoolers were too young to understand...... Korean politics much less American politics, and that she couldn't have possibly meant what she said.
Anyway here's some pictures of out Mexican Halloween because we couldn't find traditional Thanksgiving food...
My feeling of confusion turned into a half state of awe and half state of disbelief, but upon recollecting her earlier comment that she liked George Bush, it all made sense. She also said at one point in the class that she liked Kim Jong-Il more than the current South Korean president Roh Moo-Hyun because Kim is a stronger leader. I have to keep reminding myself of the obvious fact that Koreans are just as ideologically diverse (and internally polarized apparently) as anyone else.
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When I told a Korean English teacher about this however, she said Middle Schoolers were too young to understand...... Korean politics much less American politics, and that she couldn't have possibly meant what she said.
Anyway here's some pictures of out Mexican Halloween because we couldn't find traditional Thanksgiving food...
2007년 10월 10일 수요일
Walking the Footsteps of an English Teacher in Korea
Check out this musical portrait that my roommate and I did.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO9trdGlaV8
It's best viewed not as a full screen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO9trdGlaV8
It's best viewed not as a full screen.
2007년 9월 24일 월요일
2007년 9월 20일 목요일
Thank God for Roseanne Arnold
My high school class is by far my favorite...for the simple fact that it is a small class, the students are the most respectful, and they know the most English. (One day I printed out Green Day lyrics, and we just talked about them) Usually I'm up for a challenge, but after a entire day of kids screaming, saying Bye-Bye as soon as I enter the room, barely understanding a word I say, and probably talking in Korean to each other about me behind my back, it's very refreshing.
So in my high school class today, we talked about their upcoming harvest celebration Chuseok and compared it to American Thanksgiving. There were many similarities. Both holidays are dedicated to family, food, and giving thanks. They showed me some Korean food, so I returned the favor and told them about American Thanksgiving traditions: turkey, stuffing, football, and family arguments.
There apparently aren't any songs for Chuseok, but as I was searching for youtube videos for our Thanksgiving song We Gather Together, I came across a Thanksgiving special from the TV sitcom Roseanne. Within five minutes, Roseanne was stuffing a turkey, another character was going to the store for some cranberry sauce, John Goodman was practicing football moves in the house wearing a football jersey, and all the characters were complaining about other family members.
After sharing the Roseanne episode with my students, I realized how much of my American culture I simply take for granted. It's so easy to dismiss our holidays as come corporate scheme to keep us shopping compulsively. But even something as simple as a white sweatshirt with a turkey on it (which Roseanne was wearing in the episode) is a cultural artifact. This year, I am not going to be able to celebrate Christmas or Thanksgiving with my extended or even immediate family, It saddens me a little but the fact that I know I will miss it is a quiet reminder of how American I really am.
I also introduced my students to wikipedia, which apparently has not hit Korea yet since they had not heard of it. I amused them when I demonstrated that anyone can edit an entry by changing the word Canada to Korea in a section about Canadian Christmas (before changing it back). It was a great lesson in American internet culture and also the reliability of websites in the English.
For what it's worth, right now--wikipedia says Virginia (at Berkeley Plantation) was the first place where Thanksgiving was celebrated. Who knows what it will say tomorrow!
So in my high school class today, we talked about their upcoming harvest celebration Chuseok and compared it to American Thanksgiving. There were many similarities. Both holidays are dedicated to family, food, and giving thanks. They showed me some Korean food, so I returned the favor and told them about American Thanksgiving traditions: turkey, stuffing, football, and family arguments.
There apparently aren't any songs for Chuseok, but as I was searching for youtube videos for our Thanksgiving song We Gather Together, I came across a Thanksgiving special from the TV sitcom Roseanne. Within five minutes, Roseanne was stuffing a turkey, another character was going to the store for some cranberry sauce, John Goodman was practicing football moves in the house wearing a football jersey, and all the characters were complaining about other family members.
After sharing the Roseanne episode with my students, I realized how much of my American culture I simply take for granted. It's so easy to dismiss our holidays as come corporate scheme to keep us shopping compulsively. But even something as simple as a white sweatshirt with a turkey on it (which Roseanne was wearing in the episode) is a cultural artifact. This year, I am not going to be able to celebrate Christmas or Thanksgiving with my extended or even immediate family, It saddens me a little but the fact that I know I will miss it is a quiet reminder of how American I really am.
I also introduced my students to wikipedia, which apparently has not hit Korea yet since they had not heard of it. I amused them when I demonstrated that anyone can edit an entry by changing the word Canada to Korea in a section about Canadian Christmas (before changing it back). It was a great lesson in American internet culture and also the reliability of websites in the English.
For what it's worth, right now--wikipedia says Virginia (at Berkeley Plantation) was the first place where Thanksgiving was celebrated. Who knows what it will say tomorrow!
2007년 9월 17일 월요일
Cultural Days
Because of my talent and versatile ability to plan adventures in different countries among my close circle of friends here (or perhaps just my tendency to not get too drunk the night before), I have been named the Minister of Culture. We have decided to make Sunday “Cultural Day.”
There is always the risk of Culture Day devolving into the practice of going to a new bar or even an old bar and ordering a new drink, but thankfully we haven’t reached that point yet.
Here are some instances:
A. Chinatown
B. Youngsan
C. Busan
D. Baseball Game
E. Tiger World
F. Wolmido
G. Pentaport Rock Festival
This last Sunday, however, given that half of the group was out of town and the rest of us were pretty tired, “Cultural Day” ended up as one guy and I just ordering a new type of Pizza. Usually we order the Bulgogi pizza (which is beef, corn, and peppers), but this time we decided to switch it up and get one with beef, king crab with a cheddar cheese stuffed crust. We decided not to take our chances with the sweet potato pizza.
I really need to start taking more risks...
There is always the risk of Culture Day devolving into the practice of going to a new bar or even an old bar and ordering a new drink, but thankfully we haven’t reached that point yet.
Here are some instances:
A. Chinatown
B. Youngsan
C. Busan
D. Baseball Game
E. Tiger World
F. Wolmido
G. Pentaport Rock Festival
This last Sunday, however, given that half of the group was out of town and the rest of us were pretty tired, “Cultural Day” ended up as one guy and I just ordering a new type of Pizza. Usually we order the Bulgogi pizza (which is beef, corn, and peppers), but this time we decided to switch it up and get one with beef, king crab with a cheddar cheese stuffed crust. We decided not to take our chances with the sweet potato pizza.
I really need to start taking more risks...
2007년 9월 12일 수요일
A Night in Korea
Here is another video my roommate made.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=RGaac2vL6T0
Granted, this doesn't happen every night..or any night really for me. I tend to be a little more low-key. But I thought it was interesting footage that he spliced together.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=RGaac2vL6T0
Granted, this doesn't happen every night..or any night really for me. I tend to be a little more low-key. But I thought it was interesting footage that he spliced together.
2007년 9월 11일 화요일
Live from the Classroom...Uncensored
One of the ways we teach is to present English conversations for them to study. The book I use includes two main characters (Andy and Euri) who have conversations back and forth such as "Hello Andy." "Hello Euri" Where is your mother today?" "She is at the supermarket." "What will she buy?" "She will buy apples."
Usually the kids have to recite and memorize the conversations; for some classes, however, I have them write their own conversations using the Andy and Euri characters. This gives them an opportunity to think in English and to be creative in the process.
Some days of this exercise are better than others. I probably don't even need to mention that many of my students are better suited for comedy than English study.
Here's a sample:
Andy: Let's go see the gorillas.
Euri:Your face is a gorilla face.
Andy: You're very crazy.
Euri: No, but let's go see the crazy monkeys.
Andy:Shut-up you have a crazy gorilla face!
Euri:False, crazy boy.
Andy: Wow! Look at the gorilla!
Euri: Where?
Andy: Hoho, you're stupid.
Euri: AWW.... Hey, look at the monkey!
Andy: Where?
Euri: Hohoho you too are stupid.
Andy: ...............
Euri: Hoho Bye stupid Andy.
Andy: Let's go see a tiger.
Euri:What?
Andy:What? Let's go see a tiger.
Euri: What?
Andy: You're very very crazy!
Euri: What?
Andy:Go away!
Euri: What?
Andy: Let's go to the zoo!
Euri: No I don't want to. Let's go to the restaurant!
Andy: Hey I don't like restaurants!
Euri: Ok you go to the zoo.
Andy: Ok, goodbye stupid woman.
Euri: Goodbye crazy man.
In an upper level class, I added a third character (the zookeeper) and even gave them a story scenerio (Andy and Euri start to feed the animals and the Zookeeper tells them no). This was also a class that I banned the following overused words: stupid, crazy, childish, childlike, stonehead, and shut-up.
Here's a sample from that class, a dialogue where Andy and Euri actually persuade the zookeeper into letting them feed the animals:
Andy: Let’s go to the zoo!
Euri: Yes! Let’s go.
Andy: What’s your favorite animal?
Euri: I like the elephant.
Andy: Really?
Euri: No. Just Kidding!
Andy: So what is your favorite animal really?
Euri: The desert fox.
Andy: I brought a scorpion. Let’s feed it!
Euri: Ok!
Zookeeper: Stop!!
Andy: Why?
Zookeeper: Because I said so!
Andy: Let’s go to another zoo.
Euri: Ok. Good idea.
Zookeeper: Wait. I’m sorry, you can feed the fox.
Usually the kids have to recite and memorize the conversations; for some classes, however, I have them write their own conversations using the Andy and Euri characters. This gives them an opportunity to think in English and to be creative in the process.
Some days of this exercise are better than others. I probably don't even need to mention that many of my students are better suited for comedy than English study.
Here's a sample:
Andy: Let's go see the gorillas.
Euri:Your face is a gorilla face.
Andy: You're very crazy.
Euri: No, but let's go see the crazy monkeys.
Andy:Shut-up you have a crazy gorilla face!
Euri:False, crazy boy.
Andy: Wow! Look at the gorilla!
Euri: Where?
Andy: Hoho, you're stupid.
Euri: AWW.... Hey, look at the monkey!
Andy: Where?
Euri: Hohoho you too are stupid.
Andy: ...............
Euri: Hoho Bye stupid Andy.
Andy: Let's go see a tiger.
Euri:What?
Andy:What? Let's go see a tiger.
Euri: What?
Andy: You're very very crazy!
Euri: What?
Andy:Go away!
Euri: What?
Andy: Let's go to the zoo!
Euri: No I don't want to. Let's go to the restaurant!
Andy: Hey I don't like restaurants!
Euri: Ok you go to the zoo.
Andy: Ok, goodbye stupid woman.
Euri: Goodbye crazy man.
In an upper level class, I added a third character (the zookeeper) and even gave them a story scenerio (Andy and Euri start to feed the animals and the Zookeeper tells them no). This was also a class that I banned the following overused words: stupid, crazy, childish, childlike, stonehead, and shut-up.
Here's a sample from that class, a dialogue where Andy and Euri actually persuade the zookeeper into letting them feed the animals:
Andy: Let’s go to the zoo!
Euri: Yes! Let’s go.
Andy: What’s your favorite animal?
Euri: I like the elephant.
Andy: Really?
Euri: No. Just Kidding!
Andy: So what is your favorite animal really?
Euri: The desert fox.
Andy: I brought a scorpion. Let’s feed it!
Euri: Ok!
Zookeeper: Stop!!
Andy: Why?
Zookeeper: Because I said so!
Andy: Let’s go to another zoo.
Euri: Ok. Good idea.
Zookeeper: Wait. I’m sorry, you can feed the fox.
2007년 9월 5일 수요일
The 31 Day Ordeal...
As the unusually long rainy season comes to a close (well almost), the curtian falls upon another unusual occurrence. It was little over a month ago when the Taliban took several Koreans hostage. Since then, it has been a long reoccurring nightmare for the families and for the entire country.
Interestingly enough, the first day I picked up an English newspaper in Korea was the day the hostage situation first began. Since then, I gauged a variety of reactions from South Koreans I talk to daily. Many Koreans I talked to one-on-one blamed the hostages themselves for not listening to the South Korean government (who warned them against going to Afganistan) and causing a national emergency. It’s worth noting that now that the hostages are finally returning home, they are not being treated as heroes. They have had to apologize to their fellow Koreans for how much of a liability they have been for the entire country and perhaps the world
I also witnessed a protest against America at Seoul Station for its misplaced priorities and (in the protestors’ minds) generating the sorts of responses that terrorists resort to all around the world.
Here's a picture from that protest:
But then there was that one unspeakable possibility… to talk and negotiate directly with the Taliban. I first heard this perspective by a high-ranking individual at the school where I work and sort of shrugged it off as if it would never happen. A few weeks later, it became a reality.
Yes South Korea negotiated directly with the Taliban. Some may say that this was giving into the Taliban and empowering a terrorist agenda, but I see it a different way. Believe it or not, the Taliban has to deal with public relations just like any other organization, and after a while it just was not good for their public image to keep these Koreans, while demanding things from the Afghan government, about which the Koreans could do nothing. If you look at what the two actually agreed to (withdrawal of South Korean peacekeeping forces by the end of the year, ban on Christian missionaries, and removal of NGOs in the area), you will find it not much different than what the South Korean government would have done anyway (or so it claims).
The only missing pieces of the puzzles are the rumors circulating around (by the Japanese press and others) that the South Korean government paid a hefty ransom for the return of the hostages.
Wait..it’s raining again….
Interestingly enough, the first day I picked up an English newspaper in Korea was the day the hostage situation first began. Since then, I gauged a variety of reactions from South Koreans I talk to daily. Many Koreans I talked to one-on-one blamed the hostages themselves for not listening to the South Korean government (who warned them against going to Afganistan) and causing a national emergency. It’s worth noting that now that the hostages are finally returning home, they are not being treated as heroes. They have had to apologize to their fellow Koreans for how much of a liability they have been for the entire country and perhaps the world
I also witnessed a protest against America at Seoul Station for its misplaced priorities and (in the protestors’ minds) generating the sorts of responses that terrorists resort to all around the world.
Here's a picture from that protest:
But then there was that one unspeakable possibility… to talk and negotiate directly with the Taliban. I first heard this perspective by a high-ranking individual at the school where I work and sort of shrugged it off as if it would never happen. A few weeks later, it became a reality.
Yes South Korea negotiated directly with the Taliban. Some may say that this was giving into the Taliban and empowering a terrorist agenda, but I see it a different way. Believe it or not, the Taliban has to deal with public relations just like any other organization, and after a while it just was not good for their public image to keep these Koreans, while demanding things from the Afghan government, about which the Koreans could do nothing. If you look at what the two actually agreed to (withdrawal of South Korean peacekeeping forces by the end of the year, ban on Christian missionaries, and removal of NGOs in the area), you will find it not much different than what the South Korean government would have done anyway (or so it claims).
The only missing pieces of the puzzles are the rumors circulating around (by the Japanese press and others) that the South Korean government paid a hefty ransom for the return of the hostages.
Wait..it’s raining again….
2007년 8월 23일 목요일
Rain on the Brain
Today it's raining hard. There is thunder. I want sun. But today it is raining.
Usually August is not the rainy season. Up to July is rainy season. This year is strange.
And it's not normal.
The above was written by one of my students, but I thought it succinctly summed up my thoughts.
Usually August is not the rainy season. Up to July is rainy season. This year is strange.
And it's not normal.
The above was written by one of my students, but I thought it succinctly summed up my thoughts.
2007년 8월 18일 토요일
See the Movie D-War.....
Normally, I don't recommend B minus action/fantasy thrillers. Usually, I'd ward off viewers from a movie like D-War that at best comes up as a manufactured cult flick and at worst come up as a decadent-on-arrival ripoff of Godzilla. I'm the type of moviegoer that appreciates a good storyline, a clever script, and interesting relationships between characters, none of which this movie has.
But if you get a chance, see this movie!!
Yes my friends, after witnessing this low concept/high-tech piece of work in IMAX near the Seoul Yongsan Electronics Mall (how appropriate since it's one of the best places to purchase electronics on the planet), I feel obliged to recommend this movie to you.
Why?
Because of the history behind it: At 30 million U.S. dollars, D-War is the most expensive Korean movie ever made. It's also the first to be marketed towards the United States. It is written and directed by a Korean (Shim Hyung-rae) but has Hollywood actors and is completely in English except for a small part about the real Korean legend, on which the movie is based.
And that small part...the flashback into Korea's past... is the reason why this movie is worth seeing. The action/battle scenes of present-day L.A. are brilliantly constructed and the computer animation is beyond belief (think Godzilla + Lord of the Rings...one of my students actually used that analogy herself), but the most exciting scenes are the flashback scenes. If you see this film, you'll catch a glimpse of the Korean culture, you'll hear a little of the beautiful Korean language, and you'll find Hollywood actors talking about Korea as if it were THE PLACE to be obsessed over. I suppose Japan has been doing this for years with movies like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3, but now it's Korea's turn and you won't be disappointed.
South Korea is the only country in the world (except for the United States and India) that has more domestic (homegrown) films than international films on their market. Even if you don't like films like D-War, you have to admire the ambition to plunge head-on into the American market. All Korean films are not like D-War; they have smaller budgets, are more artsy and have much better storylines. Unfortunately, until I learn more Korean, I can't see too many of them (no real demand for English subtitles here obviously).
.
I asked my students in one of my classes (If you didn't know already I'm an English teacher in South Korea), whether they think the movie will do well in America or not. Their opinions were mixed: three thought it would, two thought it wouldn't and two were unsure. I told them we shall see.
And so we shall.......
It's coming to American theaters September 13.
2007년 8월 13일 월요일
Pictures Killed the Blogger Star
Once I started posting pictures here, my blogging skills got a little sluggish, so I think from now on I'm only going to post pictures rarely or in bulk.
With that said, here are some pictures from the Suwon Fortress (built to keep out Japanese invaders):
Here's the national flower of Korea: the Mugunghwa or Rose of Sharon
And on we move to Baseball-- the American-imperialist Korean pastime. Actually baseball is not that popular in comparison with soccer, but the people that are into baseball are REALLY into it. If you think that chants are uniform at a Virginia Tech football game, come hear hundreds of voices (not to mention the various noisemakers) speaking as one. Here are some shots of a baseball game in Seoul...
Yeah...some Christmas in August celebration. Don't ask..
And finally, here's a picture of me introducing my half-Mexican half-Spanish roommate to a Mexican restaurant in Itaewon, Seoul
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Next blog= D-War: the most expensive Korean movie ever made. Will it do well with American audiences? Check back to see this American in Korea review it.
With that said, here are some pictures from the Suwon Fortress (built to keep out Japanese invaders):
Here's the national flower of Korea: the Mugunghwa or Rose of Sharon
And on we move to Baseball-- the American-imperialist Korean pastime. Actually baseball is not that popular in comparison with soccer, but the people that are into baseball are REALLY into it. If you think that chants are uniform at a Virginia Tech football game, come hear hundreds of voices (not to mention the various noisemakers) speaking as one. Here are some shots of a baseball game in Seoul...
Yeah...some Christmas in August celebration. Don't ask..
And finally, here's a picture of me introducing my half-Mexican half-Spanish roommate to a Mexican restaurant in Itaewon, Seoul
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Next blog= D-War: the most expensive Korean movie ever made. Will it do well with American audiences? Check back to see this American in Korea review it.
2007년 8월 9일 목요일
Tea, Rain and Meditation
Last week, I had a 5 day weekend and a 2 day workweek as part of my summer vacation, so I decided to travel to Bukhan-san National Park right North of Seoul ('San
is the Korean word for mountain). After assessing the many options I had for entering the park, I decided on coming in from the East side (near Dobongson-san), where there was not only a mountain top but several Buddhist Temples along the way.
Once I arrived at my subway stop, I couldn't find the transfer bus I read about on the net anywhere. When I finally found the bus, I literally rode it for a single step (about 20 seconds) and that was the end of the bus route. So I blew a buck, but at least I traveled in the right direction.
I entered a ranger's station, tried to talk to the ranger in Korean, but he preferred to speak to me in English. He helped me plan me my hike out. A few steps later, I reached my destination.
In a drive to protect their wilderness areas, the Koreans use cartoon characters as rhetorical gestures to persuade people to stay on the trail....kind of like Smokey the Bear, but they're everywhere.
o
If you notice, in that last sign it says "No dump garbage." Part of me (my Yang) wanted to ask the park if they were hiring for proper English editors, but the other half (my Yin) was just happy they got the point across.
The first temple along the way was dedicated to a famous woman:
Many women were meditating there, and there was a gift shop (unfortunately everything was in Korean). When the Seoul Buddhist English Library opens in the next few weeks, I hope to learn more about it because not every day do you see Buddhist shrines in honor of women.
I trucked on...eventually finding a trail of lanterns leading upwards where there was apparently a chanting ritual occurring. Naturally, I followed.
And followed.....
Until I eventually reached a meditation chamber
I couldn't figure out where the chanting was coming from (I later found out it was a recording), but I decided to take off my shoes and sit and count my breaths for a few minutes. The place was so peaceful and secluded; I never had a meditation experience like it.
I must have done something right (or wrong) because almost immediately after... it rained.
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Rain poured. And I was still not yet at the top.
But I had come so far already, and I was not about to turn back.
Probably a bad move. Don't know why I did it. Probably the yang...the alpha-male hidden deep inside of me.
Needless to say, when I came to the top, dark clouds covered any good view.
But here's my apex:
And as soon as I ventured back down, it started pouring.
Mountain hiking in Korea is no beginner's sport. There were times I had to hold onto a slippery railing with my hands and brace my feet. It was scary, exhilarating, and tiring all at the same time.
Like any "come-down" period, the time was heavy. And the pounding bang-bang of the cistern upon the earth only added to it.
As if on cue, the rain died down when I reached my last temple:
Who were these figures? Were they all monks that died in a storm much like the one of which I had just been a part?
When I reached rock bottom, I decided to satisfy that pesky alpha male inside of me by eating grilled eel (which is very popular among Korean men and is believed to be an aphrodisiac due to its rich content of zinc).
A few days later in Seoul, I found this interesting Tea and Meditation shop, where you can order tea and then pick from a selection of audio/visual meditation sessions. I chose a music meditation called "Strengthening Your Resolve." I don't know if it was the tea or the meditation but whatever it was, it did wonders.
As I put this meditation experience side by side with the one before the rain, an interesting palette of contrast comes up. One side is carefully orchestrated but soft, serene and peaceful; the other is natural but loud and heavy.
It's worth considering...
Which is the Yen?
And which is...
The yang.
is the Korean word for mountain). After assessing the many options I had for entering the park, I decided on coming in from the East side (near Dobongson-san), where there was not only a mountain top but several Buddhist Temples along the way.
Once I arrived at my subway stop, I couldn't find the transfer bus I read about on the net anywhere. When I finally found the bus, I literally rode it for a single step (about 20 seconds) and that was the end of the bus route. So I blew a buck, but at least I traveled in the right direction.
I entered a ranger's station, tried to talk to the ranger in Korean, but he preferred to speak to me in English. He helped me plan me my hike out. A few steps later, I reached my destination.
In a drive to protect their wilderness areas, the Koreans use cartoon characters as rhetorical gestures to persuade people to stay on the trail....kind of like Smokey the Bear, but they're everywhere.
o
If you notice, in that last sign it says "No dump garbage." Part of me (my Yang) wanted to ask the park if they were hiring for proper English editors, but the other half (my Yin) was just happy they got the point across.
The first temple along the way was dedicated to a famous woman:
Many women were meditating there, and there was a gift shop (unfortunately everything was in Korean). When the Seoul Buddhist English Library opens in the next few weeks, I hope to learn more about it because not every day do you see Buddhist shrines in honor of women.
I trucked on...eventually finding a trail of lanterns leading upwards where there was apparently a chanting ritual occurring. Naturally, I followed.
And followed.....
Until I eventually reached a meditation chamber
I couldn't figure out where the chanting was coming from (I later found out it was a recording), but I decided to take off my shoes and sit and count my breaths for a few minutes. The place was so peaceful and secluded; I never had a meditation experience like it.
I must have done something right (or wrong) because almost immediately after... it rained.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rain poured. And I was still not yet at the top.
But I had come so far already, and I was not about to turn back.
Probably a bad move. Don't know why I did it. Probably the yang...the alpha-male hidden deep inside of me.
Needless to say, when I came to the top, dark clouds covered any good view.
But here's my apex:
And as soon as I ventured back down, it started pouring.
Mountain hiking in Korea is no beginner's sport. There were times I had to hold onto a slippery railing with my hands and brace my feet. It was scary, exhilarating, and tiring all at the same time.
Like any "come-down" period, the time was heavy. And the pounding bang-bang of the cistern upon the earth only added to it.
As if on cue, the rain died down when I reached my last temple:
Who were these figures? Were they all monks that died in a storm much like the one of which I had just been a part?
When I reached rock bottom, I decided to satisfy that pesky alpha male inside of me by eating grilled eel (which is very popular among Korean men and is believed to be an aphrodisiac due to its rich content of zinc).
A few days later in Seoul, I found this interesting Tea and Meditation shop, where you can order tea and then pick from a selection of audio/visual meditation sessions. I chose a music meditation called "Strengthening Your Resolve." I don't know if it was the tea or the meditation but whatever it was, it did wonders.
As I put this meditation experience side by side with the one before the rain, an interesting palette of contrast comes up. One side is carefully orchestrated but soft, serene and peaceful; the other is natural but loud and heavy.
It's worth considering...
Which is the Yen?
And which is...
The yang.
2007년 8월 8일 수요일
Watch Out!
I seriously saw a person texting on a cell phone while driving a motorcycle today.
That is all.
That is all.
2007년 8월 2일 목요일
Seoul Saturdays Saga Part Two
I don't want to make this a political blog, but something happened in my school I worked with that reminded me of the hotly debated topic of Feminism in America.
So one day, I instructed my students to write about their favorite sport, and one girl proceeded to say that she didn't like sports and thus couldn't write one. I motioned jogging with my arms and said "you don't like..?" and with a similar look on her face, she responded "I don't like to exercise."
I decided to get creative... I positioned my hand as if I had a remote in it (Keep in mind, these kid's English skills were limited) and said "Do you like television?" She said "Yes!" So I responded "FINGER EXERCISE!! THAT'S YOUR SPORT" and then the girl beside her wrote "mouth exercise" on her paper, so I rolled my eyes and said "Ahhh...you like to talk."
These girls weren't the only women in Korea that don't like sports; just about every Korean girl I talk to doesn't like sports or excercising. I think in America we forget that our country is a lot more Feminist than it sometimes appears. Title IX policies have stimulated interest in women's athleltics . Don't get me wrong; in certain ways Korea is very progressive in regards to women's issues. You'll find women professionals everywhere, which sometimes comes in conflict with the Korean tradition of drinking everything your boss pours for you at work meeting meals. (I was reading an article about that the other day)
Interestingly enough though, the lack of interest in athletics for women doesn't necessarily correspond with poorer health. There are no fat Koreans (or not many at least).
Speaking of women's issues, I went to the Folk Museum...this place..
where my Korean friend pointed me to an exhibit of a women's daggers. She explained to me that not long ago, Korean women kept these daggers around them at all times in case a man who was not her husband tried to take advantage of her. The dagger was supposed to protect her against the man, but if she did not succeed, she was to kill herself with it because she was tainted.
I don't really have much more to say, so I'll post pictures of the rest of things I saw that lovely Saturday:
Changdeokgung Palace
More Pictures from Changdeokung:
These spikes under the rooftops are so birds do not make nests...
And then I ventured off to the artsy district near the Anguk station. Korean art exhibits in Seoul are so progressive and illuminating. One was a painting blended with holograms and everything. Can't take pictures in the galleries but here's some pictures of the "mall" of art galleries and little trinket shops.
From the top of the staircase, it's flowers all the way down...
So one day, I instructed my students to write about their favorite sport, and one girl proceeded to say that she didn't like sports and thus couldn't write one. I motioned jogging with my arms and said "you don't like..?" and with a similar look on her face, she responded "I don't like to exercise."
I decided to get creative... I positioned my hand as if I had a remote in it (Keep in mind, these kid's English skills were limited) and said "Do you like television?" She said "Yes!" So I responded "FINGER EXERCISE!! THAT'S YOUR SPORT" and then the girl beside her wrote "mouth exercise" on her paper, so I rolled my eyes and said "Ahhh...you like to talk."
These girls weren't the only women in Korea that don't like sports; just about every Korean girl I talk to doesn't like sports or excercising. I think in America we forget that our country is a lot more Feminist than it sometimes appears. Title IX policies have stimulated interest in women's athleltics . Don't get me wrong; in certain ways Korea is very progressive in regards to women's issues. You'll find women professionals everywhere, which sometimes comes in conflict with the Korean tradition of drinking everything your boss pours for you at work meeting meals. (I was reading an article about that the other day)
Interestingly enough though, the lack of interest in athletics for women doesn't necessarily correspond with poorer health. There are no fat Koreans (or not many at least).
Speaking of women's issues, I went to the Folk Museum...this place..
where my Korean friend pointed me to an exhibit of a women's daggers. She explained to me that not long ago, Korean women kept these daggers around them at all times in case a man who was not her husband tried to take advantage of her. The dagger was supposed to protect her against the man, but if she did not succeed, she was to kill herself with it because she was tainted.
I don't really have much more to say, so I'll post pictures of the rest of things I saw that lovely Saturday:
Changdeokgung Palace
More Pictures from Changdeokung:
These spikes under the rooftops are so birds do not make nests...
And then I ventured off to the artsy district near the Anguk station. Korean art exhibits in Seoul are so progressive and illuminating. One was a painting blended with holograms and everything. Can't take pictures in the galleries but here's some pictures of the "mall" of art galleries and little trinket shops.
From the top of the staircase, it's flowers all the way down...
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