Thursday, July 26, 2007

Heading to the Far(er) East

I leave for Japan in a little over 20 hours. I can't wait to experience Tokyo and shake my booty for a few days on Mt. Fuji.

I've had visitors for the last few days and it has been going nicely, but I've had to work a ton and I'm excited to head to Japan and do some maxin' and relaxin' with them. I'm charging the digital camera right now and can't wait to post some photos of my weekend.

Check back next week...

Much Love from Seoul

Monday, July 23, 2007

A (not so) Relaxing Summer Vacation

Today was the first day of our summer intensive course. For the next 20 school days I will be teaching a lot more classes. Today I was at work from 9am to 9pm - even with a few breaks in there, it was still a long day in the classroom. Two thoughts from today:

1. In class with my older kids tonight, I was shocked to hear them all mutually agree that they hate summer vacation. They get four weeks off school, but their regular teachers give them a ton of homework to do while their off and their parents sign them up for extra classes in English, piano, violin, math, science and tae kwon do academies. It baffles my mind to hear young kids talk about how much they loathe summer vacation. I'm glad I didn't grow up in Korea.

2. One of my new classes is a group of 2nd and 3rd graders who have never been in an English class before. Today, I had forty minutes to teach them: "Hello, I am ____________." and "What is your name?" It took us all of class to get it down, but we did figure it out in the end. I have never taught kids at such a low level. It makes it even weirder that they are smart, older kids. You don't run into very many kids in America (hopefully) that are normal, intelligent, well-adjusted 3rd graders that can't speak a lick of English. I have my work cut out for me, but they seem like good kids.

Kids at our school use English names (instead of their Korean ones) while they are in class. I have yet to be able to name any kids...until today. I threw some names up on the board and let them choose. I now have a class with a Kellie, a Katie, a Nicole and a Ted. Should be a fun class.

I have discussed other theories of giving classes names. Today I went with putting friends names on the board, but here are some of my other favorites: naming all of the kids after Cosby kids; naming all the kids after rockstars (Axl, Mick, Ringo, etc.;) naming them all after food (Lasagna, Rutabega, Gorgonzola;) naming them all after dictators (Adolph, Fidel, Karl (okay, he's not really a dictator but it's a cool, fun-loving, 100% commie name);) and naming them all after Simpson characters. As you can tell, I have a lot of extra time at work to theorize.

I've got visitors coming tomorrow evening. I am looking forward to seeing some familiar faces in Korea.

Much love from Seoul

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Casual Dining

I went out last night on a Thursday and accidentally got wasted. Hey - it happens. I ended up having kind of a rough day at work. I got home from work at ten till eight, just in time to watch a friendly "football" match between Manchester United and Seoul FC on my TV. The Koreans were, as predicted, made to look like fools on the pitch as I viewed the game intently and comfortably from my bed. That was the first phase of my night and as enjoyable as it was, I was much more excited for the second phase of my night.

I decided that I had been hungover too long and after many years of drinking, I know the best way to make a hangover disappear: I cracked open a bottle of wine and began cooking. Earlier in the day I bought some ground pork, ground beef, parmesan cheese, garlic and some other important and secret ingredients to make meatballs. I had some red sauce I bought at Costco last weekend and some spaghetti straight from Italy I bought at the western market to go with the balls. I also picked up a small package of baby greens to make a side salad to go with my dinner.

When the cooking was finished and everything was ready, I placed the meal on a small floor table I have and I sat on my floor in my boxers. Drinking wine and "oohing" and "aahing" the incredible dinner I had prepared I felt an immense amount of contentment.

I try hard to share funny anecdotes and witty insights into this weird culture on this blog, but sometimes, I just gotta be me. Thought you might enjoy a story about my real life here. I sincerely apoligize for any trauma I may have caused with the mental image of me eating dinner in my boxers.

Next week at this time I will be in Japan and I am crazy excited for that journey. Stay tuned for some good pics and stories...

Much love from Seoul

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Annoyed

It's been a while since I have written. Not a whole lot has been going on in Korea. I haven't had a proper break since mid-February and things are getting a little monotonous in my day-to-day Korean adventures. I am eagerly anticipating a nice, relaxing five-day break in two weeks and the trip to Japan that will occur during that break. I really need some time to recharge the ol' batteries - and Mt. Fuji with a bevy of good bands should do the trick.

Now that I've been here for over ten months, some of the small cultural things have really started to piss me off. Since I don't have any exciting anecdotes to share, I thought I would make a list of things Asians do that pisses me off. Get comfortable, this could take awhile:

1. Asians Can't Walk or Drive

The driving thing is a horrible stereotype that is painfully true. I have had many inebriated rides home from the bars where I genuinely felt that I would be safer if I was driving. Clearly, there are no driver's ed. classes over here. Drivers are erratic and out of control. The roads have an "every-man-for-himself" feel to them. Cars and motorcycles zigzag all over the road. Accidents are commonplace, however I have never seen a car pulled over by a police officer for a traffic violation.

So I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the sidewalks are very similar to the roads. People do not walk in a straight line - nor do they respect other people's paths. The Asians are erratic and out-of-control walkers. It baffles the mind to watch two grown women walking towards each other run into each other. You would think that after fifty or more years on this planet they would have learned how to walk down a sidewalk without colliding with others. To make matters worse, oftentimes motorcyclists take to the sidewalk to go around the congested city streets.

2. People Stare at Me

I understand a young child being curious when he/she sees a foreigner, but adults will directly stare at me. At first I found it kind of funny, but now it's just annoying. My least favorite brand of stare: when I am going up or down an escalator and a Korean is going up or down the other way and they stare at me until we meet and then they rubberneck me as I continue down or up. Sometimes I will intently stare back. Sometimes I will try to ignore their stares. Sometimes I smile. But I am pretty sick of all the stares.

3. Littering

My co-workers and I have a running joke going about the trash situation in this country. At first when you arrive, you think there are no trash cans. This is true. You almost never encounter a trash bin to place your trash in. For this reason, people put their trash pretty much wherever they want. There are little trash piles in every alley and quite often, they reek. Imagine vegetables and meat carcasses rotting in the hot sun for a few days, multiply that smell by a thousand and you have an idea what my neighborhood smells like.

So our joke goes something like this. We are walking down the street and we have an empty water bottle, Starbuck's cup or beer bottle in our hands. We say, "I don't see a trash can. Where can I put this," then we say, "Oh, there's one!" and drop our trash right there. I realize I am only adding to the problem, but I think it's funny.

The weirdest part of this scenario is how the trash always seems to disappear. Trash never sits for more than a few days - no matter how out of the way it is placed.

The one place people put trash where it does not disappear is in the hallways of my apartment building. People will have trash that smell like rotting fish carcasses (probably because they are full of rotting fish carcasses) and decide to put it in the hallway so their apartment doesn't smell. This leads to some atrocious smells in the halls of my building. Sometimes the smell can be unbearable.

4. Speaking Korean

I don't understand Korean and that's all these fuckers speak. With all the damn English schools in this country you would think somebody would be able to communicate with me.

5. Men Wearing Pink

Being comfortable enough with your sexuality to wear pink is a good thing. But 9 out of 10 guys wear pink everyday in this country. Clearly, this is a minor complaint, but while I'm complaining I thought I'd go ahead and put it out there.

6. Adorning every neighborhood with the same stores and apartment buildings

Every time I stop at a new subway stop I am excited by the possibility of encountering new stores or products when I reach street-level. Alas, I live in Korea so that never happens. I think there may even be a law to regulate the placement of certain establishments. Literally, every street in Korea has: a McDonald's, 2 Starbucks, 2 Baskin Robbins, 2 Dunkin' Donuts, a KFC, an Outback, a Pizza Hut, a Domino's, 37 noraebongs (karaoke,) one liquor store that sells nothing you want, 6 Korean restaurants that serve the exact same menu, 6 Korean barbecues that serve similar fare, a police station, 5 English academies and a handful of convenience stores that all sell the same items. If variety is the spice of life, this country needs to get a spice rack.

The skyline in Seoul is littered with apartment buildings that all look the same. They are all the same dull brown color. The only difference between them is the number on the side. They all have a triple digit number on the side so you can tell them apart from all of the other apartments that look exactly the same.

7. Owning Dogs

If your dog could see the dogs over here, he/she would be embarrassed for the whole species. It is rare you see a dog larger than a handbag - and many dogs travel in girls' handbags. Dogs over here wear outfits, boots, hats and special collars. Lots of dogs also get their hair done. When I come across a white dog that has been dyed pink or neon green I just shake my head. People treat their dogs like mere possessions and take them out like an accessory. I feel like most of these dogs, if given the choice, would rather be turned into dog soup than live this existence.

(little sidenote: I bought a Spin magazine today and they had the funniest thing featured. Go to www.feeladdicted.com and then click on the "products" category. They are featuring a blow-up doll for dogs. Check it.)

8. Drinking Shitty Beer

It's all they do over here. And when I say shitty - I mean shitty. I would die for some Bud Light or a PBR (even had a dream about drinking PBR last night - that's how desperate I am.) They sell the same few beers at every convenience store. You can find Budweiser sometimes, but that's a premium beer and you gotta pay premium prices if you want to drink the American dream in Korea. We have stumbled across a few decent breweries, but they are far away and pretty pricey.

9. Wearing Mullets

Korean men and boys love to rock the mullet. I am not as much annoyed by the fact that they have mullets, but I am upset that I cannot pull it off. I would love to walk the streets of Seoul in a mullet, but I think I may look like something that just left the trailer park and wound up in Asia.

10. Having Zits

Koreans of all ages are covered in zits. Buy some Oxy-Pads and finish puberty people.


Okay, after the last one I realize I am just starting to get mean. It felt pretty good to bitch for a little while though. Thanks for listening.

I know this may make it seem like I am really negative right now, but I am definitely not. I am comfortable in this country, generally happy and simply coming to terms with some of the annoying things the Koreans do around me. Just keeping it real y'all...

Much Love from Seoul