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2月28日 I've been trying to upload two articles from the BBC that deal with bullying in Korea, however, it's messing with the layout of the entire blog, so instead you're gonna have to follow the links if you want to read them. (Alternatively, you could just go to the BBC website, but if you do that then I'll have nothing to write about!)
The first piece is about bullying in schools, and the extreme measures the government is taking to tackle it. I've never once heard the term "bully" used in Korea, but I'm working in a private institute, and things work differently here than in a school (or so I should hope.) Whenever a bully is noticed in our place, they're usually described as having a "strong personality", and are encouraged to stop trying to control their peers, rather than told that what they are doing is wrong, and that they need to stop. I like to think that in a public school, both here and at home, bullies would be told, in no uncertain terms, to stop acting that way, or else. Sending cops and bodyguards into schools seems to me an extreme approach, but then going to extremes rather than relying on logic is the Korean way to do things.
The other is concerned with the re-shaping of the US military on the Korean penisula, and the extreme injustices that the government is inflicting upon its citizens in some areas. Last week I had dinner on the largest US base here - Yongsan Garrison, in Itaewon, and this afforded me the change to talk to some people about the influence of the US on the area (and therefore, on Korea). Itaewon grew-up around the US base, and business there flourished with the influx of dollars after the war. Even today, the number of GIs on the street is remarkable, and the area is patrolled by both the Seoul Metropolitan Police, and the US Courtesy Patrols (Donald Rumsfeld's kinder, gentler military police). However, these days you're as likely to see European ambassadors drinking North Korean lager, and African men wearing tribal gear, selling hand-carved wooden elephants, on the streets of Itaewon.
You can sense the disdain with which the GIs are viewed by the locals, and they definitely resent their presence - and the drunkeness, violence and general debauchery that is associated with it. But like all good business-people, the locals also realise that the presence of the US military provides much-needed income, and it's hard to know whether or not all of those businesses will survive in the face of the planned reduction of US forces on the penisula. The government will reap huge financial gains from the land they get back once the US pulls out, but, like this article shows, it doesn't look like the Korean people will see much, if any of that money.
2月27日
Tourism takes hold in N Ireland
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By Clare Matheson Business reporter, BBC News, Northern Ireland | 
Even symbols of the Troubles are proving to be a tourist draw | There's a new kind of tourist in Northern Ireland.
They are the ones eager to turn their back on the usual tourist trail and head into the heart of Belfast's former trouble spots.
For a minimum of £25 they can hop in a black cab - the only way car-less locals could travel the Shankill or Falls Road during the Troubles - to see numerous murals and the peace line dividing the Catholic and Protestant communities.
"I wasn't too keen when the Black Cab tours started up - I thought it could almost be seen as terror tourism," says Jan Nugent of the Northern Ireland Tourist Board (NITB).
"But now it's seen as the edgy thing to do - people can go home and say, 'I toured the trouble spots.' It's given communities a real drive too. They're sprucing up their murals and their local area as well."
The switch from terror to tourism is a popular theme. Visitor numbers have increased since the 1998 Good Friday Agreement, as has investment and cross-border co-operation.
Since 1998, tourist numbers have risen from 1.4 million people, spending £217m, to almost two million in 2005, generating revenues of £357m. Latest research from the Northern Ireland Tourist Board (NITB) suggests the performance improved in 2006.
The region also appears to be following the example of the Irish Republic to the south and making the most of its famous sons and daughters at last.
Visitor draws
George Best and CS Lewis - author of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - are being pushed as cultural draws and Belfast has wised up to the potential lure of the Titanic.
Soon, a vast £1bn redevelopment project will pay homage to the ill-fated liner, replacing the plaques dotting the wasteland that currently marks the site of its creation.
Nightlife in Belfast could give London a run for its money |
In fact, Northern Ireland's potential - all the benefits of the Irish Republic, but with less of the crowds - has already been noted by holiday gurus at the Lonely Planet.
Named as one of the guide's top 10 places to visit in 2007, Northern Ireland is described as "abuzz with life: the cities are pulsating, the economy is thriving and the people, the lifeblood that courses through the country are in good spirits".
On the streets of Belfast, the change is tangible. A cafe culture is taking hold in stylish new bars, shopping malls are getting facelifts and the waterfront is undergoing regeneration.
Drinks draw
While one of the most famous pastimes is the "craic" - entertainment or fun, as sampled by plenty of tourists - Northern Ireland's pubs are not the only place to find it.
Bushmills Distillery, in Co Antrim, experienced a "booming year" in 2006, says John Deegan, deputy manager of the distillery's tourist centre.
"In 2005, there were 116,900 visitors and by October, we were neck-and-neck with that," he says. "We're capable of handling 1,000 visitors a day."
Bushmills is not just reliant on tourists. First and foremost, it's a working distillery. Since it was taken over by Diageo in 2005, production has almost doubled - a fact that is hammered home as the bottles rattle past on conveyor belts.
But it still works hard to bring in the tourists, both from the island and overseas.
"We work very closely with NITB and marketing companies Causeway Coast and Glens market, on an international and local level," says Mr Deegan.
Next year should prove to be a big one as Bushmills marks 400 years, set to be marked by a special bottling and a birthday party.
However, Mr Deegan admits it's not all plain sailing. For example, most visitors make a special trip to the site, as there is little in the surrounding small village to lure the average sightseer.
"There are problems with infrastructure. There's no big hotels nearby at the moment, people are bussed in. But soon there should be developments on the north west coast - for example, there's plans for a 200-bed hotel in Port Rush," he says.
Building ties
Northern Ireland itself has managed to tackle one key hurdle it faced in the tourism race.
In 2005, North American visitor numbers increased 14% |
Instead of the North and the Republic marketing themselves as separate entities, the two teamed up in 2000 under the name Failte Ireland.
The tie-up allowed the NITB to get access to the 20 or so offices the Southern Ireland Tourist Board ran worldwide, helping to give the nation greater promotion.
"Failte is a distinct body set up with cross-border funding, but I believe just one body will promote tourism here in future," says NITB's Jan Nugent.
"It has been a benefit as it's brought in more foreign travellers. For example, boats are now stopping at St Anne's Docks as they do tours of the British Isles and Europe.
"Greater tourist numbers have also led to changes to help keep the tourists interested - for example, keeping the shops open later. Around City Hall used to be almost a ghost town in the evening until the later opening hours. It gives the area a much more metropolitan feel."
Border boost
But big cities are not the only places to benefit from the tourist boom.
Shops on the border are cashing in on the change in fortunes of recent years targeting a completely different breed of visitor, the cross-border tourist.
In fact, there has been something of a reversal of fortunes over the past few years.
Previously, shoppers crossed from north to south of the border in search of a bargain as prices were lower. But since the introduction of the euro, shoppers have been flocking northwards.
All transactions at The Quays are dual currency |
The Quays shopping centre in Newry is a prime example of the trend. Not only does it draw in the local trade, but improved transport links bring shoppers from further afield.
"Special offers in-store are used to attract buyers. Some shops will use strategic special rates for a couple of weeks where the euro is at 70p or 71p and advertise it aggressively on radio, TV and even mobile trailers," says assistant manager Colin Kavanagh.
The centre also relies on offering low prices, value for money and good customer service - such as free parking - to bring in shoppers.
The formula appears to have been successful, as the centre's owners are now looking to develop the centre for "substantial parking and more retail space".
The change in the area - once synonymous with sectarian violence and high unemployment - is highlighted by the fact that property prices in Newry are among the fastest-growing in the UK, surging from £123,334 in 2005 to £180,546 a year later.
Meanwhile, unemployment rates have dropped to between 2% and 1.5% compared with almost 30% in the 1980s.
And with a road linking both sides of the border set for completion in 2008, experts predict the town's fortunes can only improve. | Three things are pissing me off about Korea right now, and they all concern money.
At the weekend, I discovered that, not only do we Irish not get out tax back, but we also don't get a refund on the pension payments we've made during the year. It's a lot of money that I didn't know I wasn't getting, and now I'm pissed that I won't.
The second thing involves some gift certificates that one of my parents gave me. During the year a particular mother has been giving me book vouchers. She has given me them so often in fact that I don't think I've had to pay for a book with real money all year! At Chuseok she gave me gift certificates for one of the big department stores. A nice gesture, no doubt, but just like the $30 sweet-potato stuffed pizza from Pizza Hut, and the lavender-scented phone tag, they're completely useless for me. I don't shop at department stores, and I certainly can't think of anything I'd want to buy there worth $50. My co-teacher Katie agreed to swap me her book vouchers for my department store vouchers, because she shops there from time to time. When I brought them in today to make the exchange, she told she'd forgotten and had already used the other ones. I then offered to sell her the vouchers. She declined the offer, and instead suggested I spend them myself. "Buy a nice shirt." "Katie, I'm travelling around the jungles of South East Asia for three months, I'm not going to do it in a $50 shirt." "Then how about something for your apartment?" "What apartment?! In three days, I won't have an apartment!" Exasperated, I gave up. Later she mentioned that she was going to said department store to get things for the graduation show. Incredulous, I asked her why she wouldn't use my vouchers, and give me the money. She looked at me like I had two heads. At this point I was about to scream.
The third thing that's making me want to shoot someone has to do with my flights home. Part of my contract includes a ticket to Belfast from Seoul. Because I'm not returning to Belfast my boss agreed to just give me the money. Back in November, when I renegotiated my contract extension, I gave him some quotes for flights home. Having just paid for flights to Dublin, he was expecting the cost to be somewhere around 1.1 million Won. When I explained that I didn't live in Dublin, and hadn't come to Korea from Dublin, and was entitled to flights back to Belfast, he seemed a bit surprised. When I handed him quotes for flights in the 1.6 - 2.1 million Won range, he nearly dropped dead. But, he agreed to pay. At the weekend I was told that he had "lost" the quotes, but was prepared to pay me 1.1 m Won. I nearly dropped dead. I printed off all the quotes again, and submitted them to my super, who then passed them on to my boss. Today, I asked about the money, and again was asked how much the flights would cost. SAKE! My super. is no longer handling it, because she's so busy preparing for the grad, so I'm dealing with the other super. At this rate I'll be surprised if I get anything at all.
I'm ready to leave Korea, and I'm ready to burn the school to the ground before I go. 2月23日
O Me! O Life!
O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light--of the objects mean--of the struggle ever renew'd; Of the poor results of all--of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me; Of the empty and useless years of the rest--with the rest me intertwined; The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here--that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Walt Whitman
Appetizer Where on your body do you have a scar, and what caused it? I have three that I'm particulary fond of. (I don't think it's in anyway morbid that I'm fond of my scars. I imagine the person who posed this question in the first place has a few that they like too.) I have a scar on my right knee, that I got in a car accident. I'd like to say it was a spectacular wreck, but actually it was rather bland. Before my mother learned how to drive, we relied on the kindness of friends and relations to get us around. My aunt M used to drive us everywhere. One day, around Christmas, we were driving in the country. A fox ran in front of us and, in order to avoid hitting it, my aunt braked. I was thrown forward, cutting my knee on the central console. Oh how times have changed! For one thing, my mother has sinced learned to drive, and for another, she won't even start the car until everyone has their belt buckled!
I have a scar on my lower abdomen, from having my appendix taken out. A ruptured appendix is a pretty serious thing, I'm lead to believe, so having it out in time probably saved my life. (I woke up from surgery to find two priests, in full gear (they're the sort of priests that are always in civilian clothes, so this was something of an exception) standing at the foot of my bed. In my morphine-addled state, and knowing how serious my condition had been prior to the operation, I promptly passed out from fear.)
The third scar is on the lower knuckle of the little finger on my right hand. I got it for doing my job. I once worked in a coffee house, and one of the things that you're supposed to do every night is clean the espresso machine. Now, everyone who has ever worked in a coffee house (even fictional people, like Rachel Green, who have worked in fictional coffee houses, like Central Perk) knows that the job of cleaning the espresso machine it to be avoided at all costs. One night, before going on vacation to the US, I decided I would really clean the damned thing. So, I proceeded to strip it down, and really go at it. Unfortunately for me, and the lower knuckle on the little finger on my right hand, the grills of the espresso machine had unbelievably sharp edges, causing me to slice my finger down to the knuckle. It wasn't all that painful, but I bled all over the coffee maker, and was told to leave it for someone else to finish!
Soup What is something that has happened to you that you would consider a miracle? This life came so close to never happening, it all came so close to never happening..., that it's probably a miracle I'm even alive today.
Salad Name a television personality who really gets on your nerves. Patrick Kielty. I can't stand the man. He's not funny. And I'm not sure what I hate about him more, that I have to put up with him appearing on the randomest channel in the television universe - Magic TV (which is available here in Korea, and is shown in the two restaurants I frequent most frequently for dinner), or that he owns a De Lorean motorcar, my automobile of choice.
Main Course What was a funny word you said as a child (such as "pasketti" for "spaghetti")? I musn't have been as delayed as most kids are made out to be, because I don't think I ever said anything like that. I do it now, but only when it's funny. However, as a child I used to get very angry (anyone who knows me now will tell you that I never get angry anymore. You'll never hear me complain.), especially at the people around me. Knowing that I would get into trouble for saying "Shut-up", which at that time was just about the worse thing I knew how to say, I instead developed the phrase "Bop-up". That lead to my being called "Bop" by everyone over three-feet tall, which naturally drove me nuts and caused me to say it even more.
Dessert Fill in the blank: I have always thought ______ was ______.
I have always thought Catcher In The Rye was a terrible book. A teacher was talking to his class about whales. He said that, despite its size, a whale could not swallow a human whole. One little piped up and asked about Jonah. Irritated, the teacher repeated that it was impossible for a whale to swallow a human whole. Not to be put-off, the little girl then said "When I get to Heaven, I'm gonna ask Jonah." Sarcastically the teacher asked in turn "What if Jonah went to Hell?" Without a missing a beat she replied "Then you ask him."
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While observing her students during an art class, a teacher stopped to ask one little what she was drawing. "God", was the answer. "But nobody knows what God looks like", said the teacher. "They will in a minute", replied the child.
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A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments. When he talked about "Honour thy Father and Mother", he explained how important it was to be good to our parents. He then asked if there was a Commandment that showed how we should treat out brothers and sisters. Raising his hand, one little boy suggested "Thou Shalt Not Kill."
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One day, while watching her mum wash dishes, a little girl noticed a few white hairs against her mother's brown. She asked "Mum, why do you have some white hairs?" The mother replied that, every time the little girl did something bad, or made her mother cry, another hair turned white. A few seconds later the child then exclaimed "Mum, how come ALL of Granny's hairs are white?!"
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After the children had all be photographed, the teacher was trying to encourage them to buy the expensive souvenir framed class photo. "Just think what it will be like in 30 years, you can look at this photo and say "There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer", or "There's Bill, he's a doctor". A small voice at the back of the gym called out "Yeah, and there's the teacher, he's dead."
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A teacher was giving a lesson about blood circulation. He said "Now, if I stand on my head, the blood will run down into it and my face will turn red. Now, how come my feet don't turn red when I'm standing normally like this?" From the back of the class came the answer "Because your feet aren't empty!"
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The children were lined up in the cafeteria, waiting for lunch. At the head of the table was a tray of apples, and the Mother Superior had put up a sign "Take only one apple - God is watching". At the foot of the table sat a plate of cookies. Some wag had also put up a sign "Take as many as you like, God's watching the apples."
Maine's calling and Britt is leaving
Stef's finally on her own
This winter I hear the drums and
Four left in Suji-gu.... 2月21日 On Friday, I was nearly killed. Twice.
I was walking to work that morning, and as I crossed the street beside my building, I passed the front of a car. As I got to about the middle of the grill, the driver put his foot down and car came toward me. Naturally, it scared the pants off me, and I was rather angry. Looking into the car, I was surprised to see that it was driven by a Monk. And, instead of acknowledging that he'd just nearly killed me, he merely smiled. Now, I don't know if that's how Buddhists are taught to react to vehicular assault, but I'd like to think Buddha himself would've apologised.
That evening, on my way home, I was almost hit again. I'm not sure if it was the Monk, because the driver was going too fast and he failed to stop, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was him. I happened to be carrying a cake that my boss had given me for the Lunar New Year. Last time, he gave us a box of awful rice cakes. If I had been carrying the rice cakes this time, I would've hurled them at the back window of the car. 2月16日 Appetizer What sound, other than the normal ringing, would you like your telephone to make? I've never bothered with fancy ringtones for my phone. I think I used The Entertainer (You know, the theme song from The Sting) for a while, when I got my first decent Nokia, but before long I had switched to the normal ringtone. Fancy ringtones annoy me.
Soup Describe your usual disposition in meteorological terms (partly cloudy, sunny, stormy, etc.). I'm like the eye of the storm.
Salad What specific subject do you feel you know better than any other subjects? I know a lot about Brendy Green.
Main Course Imagine you were given the ability to remember everything you read for one entire day. Which books/magazines/newspapers would you choose to read? I don't think I'd want this particular gift. You see, whenever I think of a line from a song, or poetry, or from a play or novel, part of the fun is seeking it out, and re-reading it. Almost all the songs I really love I have on my player, but every now and then one will play randomly, and I'll have forgotten about it, and it's a real joy to be reminded of it again. As for the things I love to read, such as The Chronicles of Narnia, or King Lear, or the poetry of Antonio Machado, well, I enjoy re-reading them once or twice a year, whenever I feel like it. If I were to remember every word from everything I read, I don't think I'd appreciate it as much.
Dessert If a popular candy maker contacted you to create their next confection, what would it be like and what would you name it?
Right now I'd probably just ask for the things I loved as a kid, that I can't get here, such as Cadbury's Cream Eggs (Did they get smaller, or did I just get bigger?) and Wispa Bars. 2月15日 I went to my travel agent on Saturday to apply for my Vietnamese visa. You might wonder why I didn't go directly to the Embassy itself - I suggest you take a look in the archive under November, and read what I have to say about the Vietnamese Embassy in Seoul (and the one in London, for that matter). I reckoned I was leaving plenty of time to process the application, after all, I'm not planning on entering 'Nam until sometime in April. What I failed to remember though, is that next week the Vietnamese will celebrate the Tet Festival, and by celebrate I mean they'll take two weeks off. Two weeks!
The travel agent predicted that my visa would be ready March 2nd. I leave Korea on March 3rd. I wasn't prepared to take the risk that something would go wrong at the Embassy (or that they'd all decide to take another vacation, to recover from Tet), so I told her I'd leave it for now, and apply in Hong Kong, where you can get the visa within a day. At that point, her boss came in, heard my story, and said that if I were prepared to pay another $10, I could definitely have the visa in 5 days, instead of maybe getting it in 3 weeks. I should have remembered how quickly the Vietnamese are adapting to the capitalist system of bribes and kick-backs.
I'm now warning everyone I know in Korea that, if they're planning on heading to Vietnam, to give the travel agent plenty of warning, just in case those yahoos shut the door for another extended break! A quick trip to Tesco the other night (for bubble wrap, which I didn't get) reminded me of the Korean practice of exchanging gift packs during major holidays, like Chuseok, Buddha's Birthday and the upcoming Lunar New Year. That probably sounds normal enough to you, but when you consider what sort of things they'll present each other with, it gets funny. You'll see giftpacks of laundry detergent, toothpaste, seaweed - sometimes all in the same box! That means by this time next week, I'll have more Spam and Olive Oil (yes, they come together at this time of year) to last me a lifetime.
And speaking of Lunar New Year, it's the worst possible time to go to the Post Office to send stuff home, because it's full of Koreans trying to send giftpacks of wine and snickers to their families across the penisula. Pity I didn't realise that before going there today with two bags of pint glasses! I asked Katie, my supervisor, to go with me, to help deal with the people in the PO.
I'd heard rumours about a character that worked there, who apparently couldn't string a coherent sentence together, but he could take one look at whatever it was you had brought down, and build you a box on the spot, that would fit all of your stuff perfectly. I had to see this in action. Unfortunately when we got there, the guy wasn't working, and his replacement wasn't much of a packer. In fact, he got so flustered that Katie and I took over and did most of the wrapping ourselves.
Katie, as usual, was seriously worried about how much it would all cost (she had estimated my books would cost $400 to send, they cost $40), and had predicted something in the range of $200. Even I balked at this notion, and I seriously considered dumping most of the glasses, but I decided to wait and see how much it would be. It was $60. I'll never listen to her suggestions again. In fairness though, she did help me wrap 3 boxes of stuff, she even helped fill out the forms, write the addresses, and carry stuff to and fro, all during her break - which is more than my former supervisor would have been willing to do, I'm sure.
So, nearly everything that I need to send has been sent. I just hope my mother accepts the delivery - she hates pint glasses! 2月14日 I've always been a sucker for St.Valentine's Day, and I don't care what anyone says. In Korea though, it's the girls who are expected to give to the guys. So, before I'd even arrived in school this morning, my desk was piled high with flowers, chocolates and homemade cards. Granted, all the senders were below the age of 8, but still, it was cute and much appreciated.
Guys don't get off that easy though. A month from now, on March 14th, they'll celebrate White Day. Guys are expected to return the favour, by giving gifts to all the girls in their lives. (Luckily, I'll be long gone from Korea by that stage!) White Day was invented by a Japanese marshmallow company back in the 60s, although the Koreans will tell you that King Sejong invented it, along with the Korean writing system, the wheel, and penicillin. (The use of penicillin was dropped after the invention of kimchi, which cures everything and tastes better too.)
Happy St.Valentine's Day, everyone! 2月12日 I've just posted something about the book The Korea That Was..., which contained a suggestion for the government to do something about queue-jumping. I didn't think it was a realistic proposal, until I read this:
I discovered that the videos I've been uploading aren't working on any computer other than this one! SAKEsakeSAKE!. At the weekend I found a book called The Korea That Was & Three Short Stories. The author, Jerry Jackis, had come to Korea shortly after the Korean War as part of the US economic aid program. He had immediately fallen in love with the people and the place, and he came back in the '60s to live "on the Korean economy", as he put it. Besides teaching English (which was a totally new thing at the time), he also wrote a series of articles for the Korean English-language newspapers. Having read the introduction, and the first story, I bought the book, thinking it would be an interesting insight to Korea before the influx of English-language teachers, rapid modernisation, and wildly unbalanced Westernisation, from the perspective of someone who had a military / journalistic background.
The first half of the book is written by someone viewing Korea through rose-tinted glasses - he doesn't have a bad thing to say about the place. However, the further into I got, I discovered a Korea full of beggars, thieves, and corrupt policemen. His ideas for dealing with some of these characters were novel, outdated, and ridiculous. In order to combat the black market, which was thriving at the time, he suggested to the US military that they close all their on-base PX stores, and thereby stop the supply of goods into the system. He believed that the US military, and their families, would have no problem shopping off-post, in Korean stores and markets. Now, from what I know of Americans in general, and the military in particular, there was about as much chance of getting this to happen as there would've been of uniting the country.
Another chapter of the book contained suggestions for making Korea a better place to live for Westerners (!), and for making a better impression upon first-time tourists (I wonder how many tourists visited the post-war Korea of the 1950s?) Included in the list was a ban on the use of vehicle horns, a ban on the use of loudspeakers by churches early in the morning (I imagine this guy would just about die in a Muslim country), a ban on spitting (actually, I agree with this one - Singapore has got it right!), and a law making it compulsory for Koreans to stand in line at counters, and while waiting for the bus etc. None of these suggestions seem to have been taken onboard by the Korean government (with the possible exception of the church loudspeaker problem - I've yet to hear one), and I'm not surprised - trying to get Koreans to stand in line is like trying to get GIs to shop for food outside the base.
The book is rather entertaining, but I have a feeling it's not in the way that Mr Jackis had intended. And, it only cost $9, so I'm not complaining. About this time last year, the order of stations on my TV changed. At the time, it mostly made sense - they had grouped a bunch of the English language stations together, which made a nice change. However, they cancelled The History Channel, which sucked, because they'd been showing The Inspector Morse Mysteries in the afternoons. It happened again this morning. It would appear I no longer have CNN; instead, I have Nick Jnr. I certainly don't mind that as much as I minded losing Morse, and, I'll probably get a truer picture of the world from Dora the Explorer than CNN! 2月9日 Appetizer - Have you been sick yet this winter? If so, what did you come down with? Jodi would say that I'm always sick, because I always get sick at her dusty apartment. (Actually, her apt. is always spotless. I'm actually allergic to her.) In the past 13 months, I've only been sick enough to go to the drugstore / hospital twice. If I had been home, I wouldn't have bothered, because both times it was just a cold, and I would've had the stuff I needed to beat it at home. In Korea, even for the cold, you are encouraged to go to the hospital, where they give you a shot in the ass, and at least 20 pills to take over about 3 days. That way, you don't miss work.
With all the sneezing and coughing I'm subjected to on daily basis, it's a wonder I'm not dead.
Soup - What colors dominate your closet?
Lots of blacks, purples, some leather...
Salad - How would you describe your personal "comfort zone"? I don't think I know what this question means. I'm going to have to consult an American.
Main Course - On which reality show would you really like to be a contestant? Big Brother. I think it would be a great chance for me to really find myself, and challenge myself, and step outside my comfort zone, and meet some really great people, and have an absolutely amazing time, and just show the world who I am, and what I stand for. I stand for me. And animals. Cruelty to animals - I hate that.
Dessert - Which holiday would you consider to be your favorite?
Christmas. But if they ever make Captain Turbotastic Day an actual holiday, that'll probably take first place. I've had more of a response to those "brain teasers" that I posted a few days ago than to some of the most important items of news I've posted here before!
Here are the questions again:
1) Spell 80 using only two letters.
2) What does not ask a question, but expects to be answered?
3) What belongs to you, but is used more by others?
4) What has legs and a back, but does not have a body?
5) What can be broken without being touched?
Here are the answers, from The Groove in bold, from everyone else in regular font:
1) A-T (pretty straightforward, I should've thought. Apparently not. One person couldn't answer. Another answered with "H-T. Apparently it's "Canadian-English".)
2) A ringing telephone / a doorbell. My answer: a call of nature.
3) Your name.
4) A chair. (Or, in "Canadian-English", a chesterfield.)
5) A promise / trust. Your word. A heart. (It has also been suggested that dreams is a possible answer, but it has also been argued that dreams aren't "broken", but "shattered". I think we are splitting hairs here... In an English Lit. class I once tried to draw a link between the character Tom O'Bedlam, in Shakespeare's King Lear, and a Led Zeppelin Song, Poor Tom. Instead of either acknowledging my point, or telling me that I was talking rubbish, my teacher simply said "Led Zeppelin...They have a great song - Stairway to Heaven...I haven't thought of that song in a long time. Thanks." And after that I could hear him humming the tune to himself all day. A similar thing happened to me today, when The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen played on TV. Luckily, I have it on my player, so was able to listen to it on the way to work, and then I found the video online. (I almost wish I could say I was reminded of it by one of my students, but I think I'd die of shock if a 6 year-old Korean child started singing it.)
2月8日 A few days ago, I woke up to discover that my map of the world had fallen from the wall. Last night, when I was talking to Kate, my poster of world-beers fell from the bathroom door. If I believed in signs, I might've thought this was some sort of suggestion to start taking things down, and packing up to leave Korea. I've been planning on starting to pack for weeks now, but I can't seem to get around to it. I'm trying to remember how I felt back in 2005, when I was getting ready to leave Ireland. I don't think I felt the same way. As much as I tell myself that I'm ready to leave Korea, it's still hard to face up to that reality. I'm already beginning to miss my kids, which is make each day both fun and sad, in equal measures. I started removing the many photos I brought with me, and the only thing keeping my spirits up is the thought that I'll soon be able to see most of those people in real life. Now that the walls are cleared, the next thing I have to do is somehow get my collection of Asian pint glasses safely wrapped and shipped... (I hope my mother doesn't read this post. She hates pint glasses.)
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