Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A taste of the divinely absurd: Making plans in Korea

This isn't so much about making plans as it is about how plans are made here.

Today is a perfect example of what I'm talking about here. A little background information first:

I am starting an English Club for kids to come practice their English with me. This will be the first of its kind at Unsong Middle School. I have to admit that I got the idea from my good friend Jared (thanks dude). My aims are a far cry from the strict boring regime of traditional Korean learning. While I whole-heartedly love academia and the pursuit of learning, language is best acquired out of actual interest and experience. So my aims for this class are to have activities based around the inherent need to communicate with me to understand what is going on. Sounds pretty damn basic I know, but let me digress for just a sec. When I was in Spanish language school in Guatemala I would sit and have a conversation with my teacher for the first forty-five minutes or so of class solely in Spanish. Pablo did most of the talking. Did I understand 100% of what he was saying? Hell no. But I got the gist of what was going on in the conversation. It was all in context. In the process I picked up new words, expressions, and learned a lot about Guatemala and it's culture. Back to Korea - so by engaging these kids in activity-based learning outside of textbooks, like craft time, games, even watching a short cartoon here and there I think I can teach these kids a few things outside of "I'm fine and you?" Participation is voluntary and the life of this club revolves around student interest so I'll see how it goes . . . and it starts, to my surprise, tomorrow. Yes I had no idea. A little warning might be nice. I asked my assigned co-teacher (who I now officially avoid for all things information) three weeks ago when this would be starting and then once a week since then. "I don't know but I will tell you when I do know. I think you do not have to worry about it right now."

I asked her again today. She said to me, "Do you want to start it next week or tomorrow?"
"Next week," I replied considering I've not done any planning for it yet thinking that I would get a warning. I'm also in the middle of hammering out next week's lessons as well. She comes back ten minutes later.
"Your club will start tomorrow."
Arrrrggh, really? You gotta be kidding me. All this time and . . . yeah. Oh and this happened just before this:

Same co-teacher, "Today you will start an EOZ (English Only Zone) conversation class with students during lunch. At 1:10 (leaves me a whole 30 min for lunchee) students will be with you in the EOZ for conversation or any questions they may have."

I wouldn't have beef with this normally BUT: my actual class time was bumped up to 21 hrs this (school) year from the meager 15 last year. My contract states that I only have 22 hrs a week maximum of teaching time while also stating that I get an hour lunch. But perhaps I REALLY wouldn't mind so much if it was brought up to me in a more, hmmm CIVIL way? I like teaching. I like these kids 99% of the time. The good comes with the bad of course but for the most part I like that I'm a part of their education, wether or not they give a rats ass about English. There are a fair number that do. In my time here I've seen a few more students gain some interest in English and I don't think its because of the mind melting dialogues that they practice in other English classes. So of course I'm going to do this EOZ thing. I haven't much choice. Besides I generally spend my time in the cafeteria eating in silence as everyone else around me either; A) eats in silence as well (weird) or B) talks and talks and I have no idea of whats being said. So I'll scarf my food and scurry off to help some students out for sure. But I'd like to know ahead of time about this thanks.

So I'm running again. I'm entering races again. I'm starting off slow for once. Instead of the coveted half marathons I'm doing 10k's. But I'm making good time. I beat my only 10k time by three minutes this weekend! This is only after two months of training from ground zero. The one I did in the Tetons was after 5 months of running. But there were a lot of lessons learned in that run. ANYWAYS I'm signed up for two more coming up shortly and the training is pretty important to me.

~I haven't seen the back end of this blog in sometime.  For whatever reason I never posted this.  So here we go!  The original date on this was 3/24/2009.  Today is Halloween of 2012.  My how time flies.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

A day in the life

This is me at night:

Generally a tad grumpy at the end of everyday because I have this retarded commute to and from work. For those of you who know the Jason from Portland this will come as no surprise to you. I always try to find work within a thirty minute bike ride from my house. This has worked my whole life, until now. But the grumpiness subsides shortly after I pass out in the passenger seat of Choi Boi Young's car. I get a tug on the shoulder saying "Jason you're home is now." So I wait for the ridiculously long crosswalk signals. You see to cross when the little man is red is essentially a death wish in this city. At home a lot of the time you can use your better judgment and be fine. Here, boy howdy! Cars make U-turns, motorbikes use sidewalks as a second thoroughfare, and cars only MOST of the time adhere to the traffic lights. I get home throw my bag on the couch and throw on some tunes. Then because I didn't get enough of being online I'll generally check my email and facebook accounts real quick just in case someone wrote something to me since I left school. What I'm waiting for I have no idea. Perhaps I have an unhealthy longing for attention. Who knows? Sometimes I'll read the news if I didn't already get enough of that in at school. Sometimes I'll make a quick snack of pb&j or a smoothie. Other times I'll grab the guitar and have a quick jam for a bit. Then I gather my things and run off to the gym with Alex. We talk about our days, how they went, frustrations with Korea, if anything significant was in the news, and saunter off to the gym.

Sydney Total Luxury Fitness is located on the 6th floor conveniently located across the street from my building. So it makes it nice and easy to keep up with the routine. We go to the counter, the super cute Korean girls working the counter swipe our cards and give us a pair of matching black shorts and t-shirt, a "sweat towel" and a mini towel barely suitable for drying off a large squirrel, and a key to our locker. We always start off with a ten minute warm up. He hops on the elliptical and I on the stationary bike. During this time I always dream of cycling through the Gorge, riding along Skyline looking at the amazing views to the east and west, riding along Marine Drive gazing at the expansive Columbia River, dodging rush hour traffic downtown on my way home from PSU, and just riding around Ptown. I try not to think about how sucky this bike is. How huge the seat is. Clearly the people who design 90% of all stationary bikes have never actually ridden a bike for longer than ten minutes and that might even be a stretch. Then I'm off to the weights. Mondays and Wednesdays are chest and tricep days; Tuesdays and Thursdays back and biceps. We generally finish off with a nice soak in the hot tubs in the locker room. I didn't start using them until like two months ago. I don't know why? Perhaps is was the staring factor. I get stared at enough with clothes on. Now I'm naked, naked and freaking hairy amongst the hairless. One time as I got out of the hot tub one man was doing the up and down thing with his eyes and then pointed to my chest. "You hair good. Make power in bed." I shit you not. This is what he said to me. There is also a cold pool next to the hot tubs. I love dipping into it immediately after the super duper hot tub for the polar bear affect. On a different occasion one man said to me, "Cold bery good for sex-uh." Then he made a pumping action with his fist. So either I must look like some kind of freakish sex machine to these people or everything you do in life will make you a better lover. I'd like to think its a little of column A and B. I've been running a bunch these days but I generally do that before the workout. I thought about squeezing that in before mentioning the gym but it screws with the flow of this paragraph.
So I get home and generally I'm shaking with hunger. I snack while frantically making some food for myself. I generally do the Thai curries or some form of stir fry and utilize my rice cooker like I've never owned one before, because I haven't. These things are God's gift to rice junkies. Plug in rice cooker. Pour rice into rice cooker, rinse with warm water. Add water to rice. Shut lid of rice cooker and press "on" button and wait. I would mix up the food a bit more but to do anything that I know how to make from home is just dang expensive. Eating out is cheap enough here so I gotta keep it simple to justify cooking at home. The thing with eating out too is that every time you go out its like playing Russian Roulette with your dinner. Who knows what the hell you just ordered and when I'm shaking with hunger now is not the time for this.
I rapidly stuff myself as I watch a movie, documentary, episode of Flight of the Conchords, or read more news. Then I check the email and facebook again, see I told you I had a problem. But at this time there is generally someone to chat with. We do so for a while and then sign off. By this time its about 10:30-11ish and I try to wind down for sleepy time. Sometimes I can ween myself off the computer and actually do some reading. I do this more often than I give myself credit for. Its just that I've never lived alone before. At home I always lived with roommates and could kick it with them or I could always call someone up and hang with them for a bit. But here, people just want to do their thing on the weeknights for the most part. Fair enough I mean but c'mon there's nothing wrong with a few games of cribbage or Scrabble or something. I think the living alone has increased my net time tenfold. I don't mind it at times. Other times, however, I feel like this thing is attached to my head.
Thats it pretty much. On the extreme odd evenings I'll go out and meet up with friends for Galbi. Tomorrow night one of my Jen friends that just moved to Jangsan is making me dinner! I love having dinner made for me! Its the best thing in the world, well . . . there are a few things that are better but its up there. So yeah. An evening in the life of Jason Brown in Koreatown. Not that exciting or interesting, I told you. Why are you still reading? K well I'm off to check facebook one last time for the evening and then retire to some reading. Good night all.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

The right to choose.

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics... Choose your future. Choose life... - "Mark Renton" 
- Irvine Welsh ~ Trainspotting 

Today I've heard two people, indepentantly of eachother, say to me that they had the same epihany about choosing to be happy.  Its not rocket science.  Its not that easy either.  Sometimes its a decision we make over and over again as we wander through life.  Some never make this decision.  I speak of it now because I've lately also made this decision . . . to be happy.  Of course I say this now as the weather is making a left turn for the better along Spring Avenue.  I've returned to running and a ridiculous workout regimen again and am almost in shape again.  I have a great set of friends here now in Korea.  I'm looking at the teaching gig through new, experienced eyes.  I'm choosing to recognize how fortunate that I am here, abroad with a job, a degree, and those that are close to me are truly wonderful people . . . here and at home.  

School started again three weeks ago now and during those first two weeks I wanted nothing more than to bitch about Korea to friends and family and leave this place.  I was even looking at plane tickets online.  I was about to give my notice . . . for real.  Then something changed.  I think I got tired of listening to myself.  I began to dislike the person I was becoming.  So this last week I decided to choose to enjoy life in Korea.  I'll still have my ups and downs I'm sure but so far this has been an excellent decision.   I'm looking to take up new experiences like piano lessons and running events in Korea. I'm finally accepting the differences that I'll probably never grasp between myself and my Korean bretheren.  I made fajitas for my Korean friends.  I'm starting our schools frist English Club for students.  I sought out amazing live Jazz here.  I'm attempting to teach myself how to sing while playing more guitar than I've played in years.  I'm choosing to be more me in everday life . . . for those of you who like Jason great, then you got him; if you don't like him . . . the door is just over there use it at your own discretion 'cause I'm not changing who I am for anybody.  I'm choosing to be happy for what I have, where I am, and how I do things.  Since last week I have to say I've been smiling a hell of a lot more.   Upon hearing these two people say this as well today was refreshing.  Perhaps it hadn't even occurred to me that I've done the same thing lately until I heard the second person say this.  She said it was because of me, a conversation we had last night.  I was sharing with her what I'm sharing with you now.  I'm taking what was my personal hell two weeks ago and turned it into opportunity.  Its just a choice.  Its that easy.  It seems way more complicated than that.  It might feel like saying 'gravity' is a choice.  But I after this week I really don't think it is.  Perhaps it is easier for me to say this now that the above things are working for me such as the weather, friends, and experience but I've had all this for the last month and then some.  It wasn't until last week though that I made that decision and I have to admit things are better.  In the long run some days are better than others, sure, but why stress about the small stuff?  I've discovered that if I choose to have a better attitude about . . . well, everything, then things just start snowballing into amazingness.  Its like a positive vibe that is my 'light saber' for the 'dark side of the force.'  Now if I could just hook up with Princess Laia that'd pretty much make my millenium.  

Thank you all for listening to me bitch about this place.  I feel like I've done it a bit too much and I'm sorry for that. You all have been so supportive, thank you.

Good night.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Korean BBQ!

Warning:  Contents of this post are fairly pedestrian.  If the topic of food does not interest you . . . read no further.  Thank you come again.

I orginally wanted to post about Korean food in general but once I began that task I soon found the topic to be daunting even a little overwhelming for a simple blog post.  I woke up last night gasping for air since my nasal passages are currently on strike.  In this hazy moment it dawned on me to write about my favorite Korean eating experience.  I say "eating experience" because thats what it is.  I love food that is interactive.  Mezza platters, fondue, fajita platters, nachos, sushi, tapas, and Korean bbq are all food items you pick at, play with, make a mess, and discuss what is scrumptious and what you will never order again.  I love food.  But what I love more about food is the experience of eating it.  In culinary school one of the things that surprised me the most was, aside from the location of your establishment, the ambiance is the second most important thing in a restaurant even more important than the food itself.  Some of the more fancy establishments in Ptown cater to the ambiance when you think about it.  

  • Ruth's Chris Steakhouse wheels a cart of raw cuts of meat out to your table for you to choose from.
  • Higgins, Mothers, Paley's Place and The Farm - All resemble large houses that give you the feeling like you are at someone's sweet house and eat amazing food without the food factory atmosphere of Darden Restaurant chains.  Or you could just come over to my place ;)
  • Portland City Grill - How could one deny the sweetness of overlooking the Ptown skyline while eating awesome food?
  • Lucky Lab - Even though its not a swanky restaurant, where else are you going to drink amazing beer and bring your dog to your table while other pooches bark and run into your legs?
  • For a contrast - Dive bars.  While many people I know love these places for their cheap draft beer, daily drink specials, and are labeled "cool" by Portlands "coolest" hipster crowd I generally find dive bars to be really depressing.  The dive bar is generally decorated in cheap wood panneling circa 1970s and disguised as a "sports bar" with too many tvs showing whatever seasonal sport(s) happens to be on ESPN or Sportscenter.  They are a smokey location for the struggling, working class to drown their sorrows, play video poker, while looking through the bottom of their glass stien as Def Leppard blairs from the jukebox.  Whats so "cool" about that?  Its way beyond me . . . cheap, yes - cool? meh, not so much.  Its just not my scene.  There's ntothing inherently wrong with these places.  I'd just rather save my beer money for a while and go somewhere where the ambiance and experience are more to my liking.  But I digress.  
This post IS about Korean bbq I swear.  Just trying to make a point  . . . 


In the states we simply call it Korean BBQ.  Here there is a differentiation.  If you go out for Galbi (sometimes called (Kalbi) you will be ordering beef or pork ribs done the Korean way.  These aren't the "rack" of ribs that we are familiar with.  They are already cooked and you simply heat them up and dip them in your favorite sauce.  The ribs are individually seperated and just have a tasty chunck of meat hanging for you to devour like a true cave man or cave woman.  Galbi can also refer to the meat from the ribs but may not come with the bones.  IF you go out for Samgyeopsal you will be specifically ordering pork (unless you intentionally go to a beef establishment) that is thinly sliced and generally has many layers of fat.  It is the same cut of meat that we know as bacon but they don't cure it here and thats all it is . . . is a cut of meat.  Samgyeopsal is also void of bones.   

(Click on the links if ya'll want more info on these delicious subjects)  I recommend it if you are interested.  This whole "What is Galbi and Samgyeopsal" is kind of confusing to me.  Some people say one thing while someone will adamently say the other is wrong and no two opinions seem to match up.  Its like everything else in Korea or like people's veiws on Israel WHICH I WILL NEVER TALK ABOUT ON THIS BLOG!  Ahem.

The nice traditional BBQ restaurants look like something out of the future when you see them from the outside.  You see, every table comes with its own ventalation system because every table actually has a BBQ!!!!  So what you see from outside the restaurant are shimmering metallic cylinders that look like metallic worms hangning above every table.  Each cylinder has an accordian like section to it so that you can bring the sweet sucking power of the ventalation closer to the action.  It also adds to the worm-like appearance!  The key to finding a good bbq place is the same for any other restaurant in the world.  Is it busy?  Is there a wait?  Chances are they aren't serving up slop suitable only for a ferril dog or that muck the camp cooks made in the movie Earnest Goes to Camp.  The better places I've eaten have holes in the middle of the table for the fire.  They will either use gas or charcoal.  The Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) in the states would have a shitfit about this, which adds to the fun of Korean BBQ.  Once you are seated at a table your server will bring you a menu full of writing that you can't read and (hopefully) pictures!  You take your pick of meat by pointing and grunting (don't forget to smile and say "Juseyo").  Within sixty seconds your table will be covered with side dishes aplenty.  They vary from place to place but the common ones are: 

  • Shredded cabbage with sauce when combined make a remarkably similar salad to coleslaw.
  • Kimchi - duh!
  • A miniature variety of green onions smothered in sesame oil and fish sauce.
  • Raw white onions marinating in a mixture of soy and fish sauce.
  • A surprisingly mild redpepper paste.
  • Slivers of raw garlic cloves for grilling.
  • A basket of red lettuce leaves and these soy leaves which I find less than delicious.  Just imagine the fuzziness of a peach skin only in leaf form and that bitter, unexciting, chlorophill taste some plants have that people insist is tasty.  Um, yeah, I don't think so. 


These are the standby's.  Sometimes you'll get other bits of random food delivered to your table but for the most part this is a solid list.  When your meat actually gets to the table you must shuffle the side dishes around on your small table in a real life version of Tetris.

This all goes with your plate of raw beef or pork that you cook yourself.  I love that countries around the world still allow for people to use their better judgement in trivial situations such as this.  Like I mentioned before, OSHA would have a veritable cow (he he) over this because people might undercook the meat and poison themselves.  Let the sueing begin.  Yes it is a possibility, but c'mon here people just cook your damn food and stop being idiots already.  I haven't heard of any freakish poisoning experiences here, American or who ever.  

The meat generally comes in these huge chuncks.  Once its just about cooked all the way through you take the provided tongs and the FOOD SCISSORS (what fun!) and cut it up into bite size pieces.  Now you take a peice of your favored lettuce as your food vehicle and place the following within (varies to your tastes): a dab of the redpepper paste, a slice of that white onion, some of those small green onions, a slice of grilled garlic, and don't forget the meat!  What you have in your hands is a small piece of heaven.  

There is a place in Kyungsung that I go to with my buddies who live in Seomyeon becuase Kyungsung is about halfway between our places.  What's awesome about it is that the owner of the place generally gives us a free ("free" or "complimentary" here is called "service" pronounced "service-uh") bottle of soju and this ceramic bowl of soon to be stew.  Its got octopus, fish intestines, mussels, and squid with a myriad of vegies.  Its great.  I love this place.  The owner is always smiling and the service is great.  Last time I went there with Dave we managed to get each other laughing in hysterics and captured the attention of the table next to us.  The "elder" at the table was a professor in biophysiology.  "Everything is changing all the time.  You must always be willing to change as well or the world will leave you behind," he said to us.  Then we got into a big philosophical discussion fueled by the wonders of soju revolving "change" and "what is real?".  He said he was an ardent Buddhist but was eating meat?  Don't know if we should have believed a word he said.  But I do agree with his overall message stated above.  That night was one of those random nights I pretty much never have at home, which is why I love traveling so much.   

So yeah Korean BBQ just isn't the same at home.  If you do manage to find a place that serves it in the states it'll most likely come out already cooked, smothered in some kind of sauce and does not come with all its accuturements.  Whats the fun without the flame or the possibility for an un savvy cook to poison themselves.  Yeah it just isn't the same.  

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Korea's Dichotomy

by JBrown.

All views and opinions are that of my mind and my mind only.  Jason Brown holds only the responsibility to these beliefs only in the fact that he has officially lived in Korea for four months now and has not completed any REAL academic research on the topic.  Some of my thoughts and or insights may seem culturally insensitive to some.  I've tried my best to be culturally sensitive.  I am aware that some of my remarks may seem like I'm making sweeping generalizations and stereotypes.  So I repeat: Jason Brown holds only the responsibility to these beliefs only in the fact that he has officially lived in Korea for four months now and has not completed any REAL academic research on the topic.  My insights are all based on first hand interaction with people and not based off of hear-say.
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Ever since the armistice was signed in July of 1953, South Korea has been hell bent on rapidly developing their country.  The dichotomy I speak of is an interesting mix between a monitarily/technologically progressive society mixed with extremely conservative cultural values from the past.  Together you have the mish mash of life that 50 million Koreans lead on a daily basis.  I'm not trying to make it sound like they are confused and I'm the one saying, "Am I the only one seeing this?  Am I taking crazy pills?"
No, no I'm just trying to capture what I've noticed and experience to some degree on a daily basis.  With that said . . . 

Busan in particular is Korea's largest industrial port town.  Its one of the main maritime hubs for all of Asia for that matter.  Busan's ports and the city itself dwarf Portland's quaint "small city in the valley" feeling that I've now come to recognize as my home town.  Every where you look you see the logos for Korea's top companies that pretty much make everything from cars, computers, buildings, phones, kimchi fridges, and I wouldn't be surprised if they made your toilet paper as well.  They are (but aren't limited to) Samsung, Daewoo, Hyundai, Kia, and LG.  Samsung makes cars!  Thats crazy to me.  I had a Samsung phone at home and for some reason thought they were a new, competitive, up-and-coming company that specifically made phones, tvs, and some high-fidelity equipment.  So yeah these guys are the "big ones" here in Korea.  OK so with that said I would then have to say that most of their products are (to my untrained eye) inferior to their Japanese neighbors, maybe with the exception of Samsung.  Japan has Toyota, Honda, Sony, Canon, and Mitsubishi.  I can't speak for all products but I've driven Hondas and Toyotas and Hyundais.  The Japanese versions just out perform the Korean versions.  This is not a consumer reports blog so I'm not going into details here about quality but what I'm highlighting here is that in Korea's strive to develop itself its like they are largely about quantity while still trying to maintain a competitive quality.  


This country has done an amazing job at building itself up in just 56 years.  Some parts of Busan, like my neighborhood and the city center of Seomyeon (pronounced som-yawn) look downright like they belong in a clip from Bladerunner or something.  Buildings are packed closely together.  Neon signs flicker, blink, strobe, flicker, blink, strobe, . . . flash, flash in all colors of the rainbow and then some.  Large video screens project advertisements for . . . you name it, they got it.  If anyone has seen Lost in Translation its a lot like that.  Bill Murray is choefered to his hotel in downtown Tokyo as he stares out the window like a newly bought fish brought into a strange home.  Then there are the parts of Korea where things haven't changed much in the past twenty-five to thirty years it seems.  My school is located in a rural, hilly, poor neighborhood about a forty-five minute drive north of where I live.  Its called Bansong just in case ya'll don't remember its name.  The first week I got here, Vickey the co-teacher in the early temple photos I posted took me to establish a bank account.  We walked through a large part of  Bansong where the majority of people were wearing traditional Korean garb; street vendors sold dried fish, live fish, grains of many shapes, colors, and sizes in red plastic bowls, people gathered on the front stoop of apartment buildings in a Norman Rockwell paints Korea fashion.  Compared to the uber modern Haeundae New Town (my hood) Bansong is like a step back in time.  I made an infamous remark to one of the teachers that Bansong reminded me a lot of Guatemala with its abundance of broken (or breaking) one and two story buildings, street vendors, traditional clothing, small streets, and dusty store front windows.  They all like to laugh at that remark now.  I think my teachers consider it an innocent harsh criticism of where our students live.  I kind of wish I didn't say that but whats done is done.  

On the progressive cultural side Korea seems to be emulating the west as much as it can without losing its Korean flavor.  Pictures of westerner's adorn many department store's façades.  Korean high fashion looks to me like a mix between Italian and American high fashion with a twist of French thrown in their to keep things interesting.  Scarves are big here, big heavy hats . . . not so much.  

Converse seem to be the in-thing as well.  I went to a really big "VIP" art opening in a really modern, warehouse style gallery in Busan's ritziest neighborhoods on top of Dalmagi hill.  People who attended the event were the who's who of artists in Busan (or so I was told).  I met the executive curator for the Busan Museum of Modern Art.  The owner of the gallery and host of the event was my Korean friend's good friend.  I don't remember who all I met that night but everyone seemed to be loaded and have a job that set them apart from the average 'Busanian'.  Okay that was longwinded sorry . . . I do aim to make a point here.  They hired a translator for the event who clearly made a good living speaking English and was dressed very flashy, all except for his Converse.  Oh and I would like to add in that there is an interesting mix of Hello Kitty fashion here as well.  Imagine Barbi pink,  fuzzy hats with cat ears and matching Barbi pink capes that look like they might also double as towels?  Yes I've seen them worn freely on top of the much more chic clothing.  ????  I don't know.  Another thing . . . what chic clothing they do have its very conservative in style.  Showing cleavage here is a big no no.  Its veiwed as being horrendously slutty.  Turtlenecks and long sleeved shirts are popular and resemple the  the "poofy shirt" from one of my favorite Seinfeld episodes.  The foreigners here don't adhere to this cultural norm.  I bet the Korean boys go crazy over this.  However short skirts and short shorts are fine.  
 

Vanity is very big here.  I can't count the number of times I've been in the mirror cladden elevator with other Koreans and the whole time down they were fixing their hair, pulling out an eyelash, tidying their clothes, and generally beautifying themselves before the doors opened revealing them to the world outside.  I've actually had to hold back laughter in a big way on a number of occasions where I was the only one that wasn't preening themself in the mirror in a full elevator.  Plastic surgery and Botox is large and in charge.  One of my modest soft spoken teachers doesn't seem the type but she surprised me one day.  She said in a couple years she's going to start getting Botox treatments to get rid of her crow's feet.  She didn't say crow's feet but you know what I mean.  The math teacher at school was one of the first Korean guys  I've ever hung out with and he was always checking himself out in a mirror or window when ever possible.  I thought this was a bit strange because he comes across to me like a shy, gentle math/computer nerd to me (he's the one in the military fatigues in one of my earlier pics).  I thought it was just a unique character just to him, but now I know its part of a much larger cultural consciousness.  Hmm now that I think of it maybe this is why many of my students still insist on remarking, "Teacher bery handsome."  Maybe this translates into, "Hey man you got the look.  You don't have anything to worry about."  

I've covered the aesthetics, touched on the industry a bit, and now - the almost desperate call for all Koreans to become bilingual in English.  It truly is its own industry here.  Throughout this blog I've mentioned how there is a whole 'native speaker' community here.  There are western themed bars whose patrons are almost exclusively foreigners and the bartenders are all Koreans who speak amazing English.  ESL job boards online generally have two internaitonal links for job seekers.  One is a "Korean" job link, the other labeled "international".  I've mentioned the hogwans, or private institutions where parents spend loads of money to have their kids study English after school till 9:30 in the evening.  I've mentioned the president's call to have the majority of high school graduates fluent in English by 2020.  I think this all has to do with Korea's rapid growth and they really want to be recognized as a major international player in the world economy.  After all, Seoul is the world's second largest city next to Tokyo.  Ahh, there it is again . . . Japan.  That troublesome strong, powerful neighbor with all the gadgets and prominent companies, whose been invading Korea since the invention of kimchi and possibly before that as well.  

Now for the big wrench in the equation.  The traditional Korean cultural values, social do's and don'ts, family structures, seperation of men and women, and corporal punishment to name a few are all still remnants from the not-forgotton past.  I feel like most of my students and Koreans through their mid twenties are remarkably different from those who are older from them.  The Korean War ended in 1953 right?  So that means that anyone who still has a grandmother or grandfather was raised in the pre-war / pre - rapid developing Korea.  They raised their kids with these cultural behaviors who are now mostly new mothers and fathers.  

Real quick -  I would like to state here that the divorce rate in the greater Haeundae area is over 50%.  Old cultural ways of finding a wife or husband are rapidly being thrown out the window or the idea of wedlock itself is being transformed as I type this sentence.  Korea is truly an interesting social experiment viewed through an anthropological looking glass. 

Much of Korean society has been shaped by Confucious thought where older women and men, people of high social authority are expected to recieve and given lots of respect.  This holds true into family life.  Many Korean people I have met who are wanting to move away from home to go to college are troubled by what to do.  The parents say stay close, work, and start your own family while the child wants to move to Seoul for Korea's top ranked university.  The advice of the parents is taken in high regard and not easily pushed aside.  

Corporal punishment is still used in the Korean public school system.  I see kids kneeling on floors everday for long periods of time.  Some stand with their arms in the air for a longer than comfortable amount of time.  During our sports day I saw a gym teacher actually repeatedly slapping a kid in the face as he was scolding him.  The kid's cheeks were covered in bright red hand prints.  I couldn't watch.  Most teachers carry a big plastic stick around which I've only seen used a couple times.  Luckily I don't see much punishment period in my school but I do from time to time when I go into the larger teacher's office where everyone 'cept for me has a desk.  Generally when I see kids close to teacher's scolding them in higher than usual voices I turn and walk the other way fast.  I do not work in a school/prison.  I don't want to give you that impression.  Kids aren't being consistantly beaten on from 8:30 to 4:30.  They just don't go to see their counselor when kids act up.  Just the fact that corporal punishment is still used amazes me.  My only experience with it is from listening to the lyrics of Pink Floyd's The Wall.

Jjimjil-bongs, or spa are physical proof to Korea's high standards for hygeine and living a healthy life.  In a Jjimjil-bong the main focus is the sauna which is sex segregated.  But you can also get messages, take a dip in a hot tub, get foot treatments, facials, and things of the spa nature.  Jjimjil-bongs are all over the place and extremely popular here.  But yeah its all seperated between the sexes.  On a side note . . . remember that trip to Gyeongju?  Jen and I were going to just crash, as friends,  in the room we were playing cards in.  But apparently as long as you aren't married - you ain't sleeping in the same room together, that could equal bad news.  She was rushed off to the next condo room the moment sleep was brought up for the evening.  We had no idea what was going on at the time.  Speaking of which . . . there are DVD-bongs, or DVD rooms where you can rent a DVD and watch it in a cozy, small room with a big flat screen tv and a love seat.  You could watch the movie . . . or have sex.  Did I forget to mention that 90% of all these rooms come complete with a full box of tissue as well for . . . um yeah.  Until you are married you are living with your parents and are supposed to keep an oath of celibacy.  RIIIIIIGHT.  Call it tradition I guess.  So much so that these DVD rooms are known for their not so secret identity as fornication rooms.  There are also "love motels" here for the same reason.  If you've been dating someone for a long time and you're young and you can't do the nasty at home you go to a "love motel" for a bit, do your (wild) thing, and return home for bed.  The jjimjil-bong, dvd-bong, and the "love motels" are all examples of how society still holds onto its conservative values by seperating the sexes.  However the DVD-bong and the "love motels" are an example of how modern Korea skirts these conservative customs.  

One last thing I would like to add is the Korean work ethic.  Its amazing, absolutely amazing.  During a "teacher workshop" where I have conversation with my co-teachers we read an article where Korea ranked 67th of 93 countries interviewed for happiness.  Koreans in general just don't aren't that happy.  You know why?  Its because they spend all their dang time studying or working.  I've mentioned that the kids go to hogwans and study through the evening.  Korean public schools make their teachers work every other Saturday and class is even held on this day.  People on the subway look like they just got their souls sucked from them and are on their way to do it again.  People on the street are straight faced.  I don't even see that many people joking around on the street.  When I go hiking I rarely catch a smile from a fellow woodsman.  Istn't that the place to be smiling?  I'm sad to say that when I meet a Korean who is smiley or has an upbeat attitude I take special mention of it.   But they work hard.  They work so hard they work the smiles off their faces.  But maybe this is too harsh.  I only work at one school and have only been here for four months.  I've only met so many people.  But if you ask some of my other "native speaker" friends I'll bet they highlight some of the same things I've said here.  I do know like three Korean guys who are roughly my age and they are great guys with a positive attitude.   But what can be learned from this?  "All work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy."?  Yeah maybe.  

South Korea as it is is a fairly new country relatively speaking.  But Seoul is the world's second largest city that is very developed.  Samsung, Hyundai, and LG make products which are recognized around the world.  Busan is Asia's primary maritime hub.  South Korea has worked so hard to be a competitive, international player in the world economy.  Its progressive nature is mirrored by its conservative values from a pre-war era.  Seperation of the sexes, corporal punishment, and its ardent work ethic are all vestiges of the past that, when mixed with the modern, developing Korea provide for an interesting dichotomy.  But perhaps the shear speed of development couldn't have been acheived if it wasn't for the values that predate Samsung and Hyundai.   

Since this is not an academic paper I feel like I can ask this question:  What do ya think?  Am I being too harsh?  Making too many gross generalizations.  I'm interested in any feedback from anyone.

I present this blog to you because I often get, "So tell me.  What's Korea like?"  But I post about flies, pooping, random adventures, stuff thats going on in my head, but I don't feel that I've really posted ABOUT Korea.  This, my dear friends and family, is an attempt for me to explain what I see here.  If any of you have any questions, comments, or concerns I'd be happy to follow that up with you via email or if you like in another post.   

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Gyeongju and beyond

Last weekend I went to a city called Gyeongju. It's an hour north of Busan and much smaller. It was the capitol of the Shilla Dynasty which ruled for over 600 years. Needless to say the city is a living history museum full of burial mounds, temples, and plenty of boulders with carvings of Buddha and various mythological characters. I went with my good buddy Jen, her math teacher friend (Meekyung), and Meekyung's group of friends. Heading into the weekend Jen told me that this group of friends were a bunch of music enthusiasts who were either meeting up to play music or just talk about it. Also Saturday night was apparently going to be a heavy night of soju drinking. Live music or not it sounded good and I already liked these people. We took the bus which was cheap, a whole 4,000 won (less than $3). When we got there we quickly discovered that this 'group' was not meeting for the purpose of sharing their love of music at all. These guys were hardcore Korean history buffs in their spare time. One of them actually worked with historic preservation. They all met online on some hisory group website. They all live in different parts of Korea. Every once in a while they meet to geek out on Korean history as one big collective of history nerdiness that far surpasses my passion for history. Together they made a Voltron history nerd.

To you readers who don't know what Voltron is: An eighties cartoon based in the future where a group of five guys who fought evil in their large cat shaped space crafts. When they really needed an extra crime fighting boost they would join together as one really large human shaped robot that had amazing ass kicking abilities.

We spent a lot of time checking out historic sites that mainly consisted of eroded carved rocks and free standing statues. These guys took pictures of these carvings and statues like a photographer would a model in a Playboy photoshoot (I wouldn't know, I only read the articles). I didn't get it. These things aren't moving. Meekyung said that these guys had all been to Gyeongju a million times. Did they just then remember to bring their cameras? Somehow I doubt it. With each click of the shutter I became more and more perplexed. But I found their love of history endearing. I wish that I had a single passion for . . . anything really, like their passion for Korean history. I would like to add that it was about 25 degrees and really effing windy. I wore my Michelin man down jacket, a really warm hat, thick socks and still froze. It wasn't the "Oh its cold and I'll get used to it soon enough," kind of cold. This was some serious polar coldness. The wind wouldn't subside and cut through my jacket like I was wearing fishnet body suit (weird, why would I do that? but the metaphor works). A couple times Jen, Meekyung and I ran for shelter in the car while these guys clicked away making sure to get shots of various angles for their amassing collection. Man could you imagine being a child to one of these guys and sitting through a slide show of one of their trips?
"Here's photo 53 of the eroded pegasus at sight number 4A. I don't think you could see it very well in the last 52 shots but here you can almost make out his head. The sun was hitting it just right here and I managed to climb on this rock which gave me a fantastic . . . "
"Ah c'mon dad can't we eat dinner yet? I'm really hungry. We see the same things every year yet you insist these pictures are better than the last."
"Shut your hole son. These ARE better than the last! We only have 246 pictures to go. Eat some kimchi or some squid jerky. But don't spoil your appetite. Your mom's prepared your favorite kimchi soup. Now this is the first photo of the buddha to the left of the pegasus at sight number 4A . . . "

Yeah that would be a bad scene for sure.
NO THANKS!

So I was hoping that these history nerds had a wild side to them and we were still going to do the soju craziness. Nope. But they did make us a traditional chicken dish similar to my beloved Jjimdaak. This group had been together for a while. You could tell by their cooking chemistry. Meekyung was incharge of making rice. Two guys prepped vegies. One guy was in charge of preparing the chicken. They tenderized the chicken with Coca Cola! Makes sense I guess but I've never seen or heard of it before. One guy made sure there was enough dishes and set the table and cleaned up the kitchen and dining room as things got messy. There was no arguing over who did what as far as I could tell. They worked together, again like Voltron. This dish was stewy with bits of sweet potato, carrots, onions, lots of chicken, and was filled with these chewy rice sticks. You should have seen the size of the bag of kimchi they bought for the weekend. It was about the size of a football. How much kimchi CAN you eat in a weekend. I mean . . . really? We had barely put a dent in the bag when the icey weekend came to an end. One of the guys wrapped the bag up in a few plastic bags and took it home. I could only imagine his car stank to high heaven when he got home. One of the main ingredients for kimchi besides the cabbage itself and chiles is fermented anchovie sauce - I.E. the Nar Nar, which is also why its key to have your own kimchi fridge.
We had some wine with dinner and one of them just got back from North Korea. He brought a bottle of fermented Mushroom alcohol that was suprisingly not too bad. I was worried about trying it. To me the thought of mushroom alcohol sounded downright vile but it wasn't. It reminded me of a mx between brandy and vodka with a hint of mushroom. We all had a shot of this with dinner and that was about the extent of the night of crazy drinking. After dinner Jen and I retreated to the other room and played cards as Voltron cleaned and carried on in the next room. Jen made a comment that felt like we were like little kids. It was so true. Things ran smoothly and fast paced with these guys, aside from the long winded photoshoots. Only two of them could speak decent English so most all of the weekend was spent being clueless to any planning or conversation.

My vocabulary is steadily coming along but I'm not even close to conversation yet. I think that day will come when the world's slowest snail completes a super marathon in the middle of the Serengeti. Thats about how fast I feel like I'm learning. I'm trying, I really am, but without structure and tests its hard to motivate sometimes. The sounds you have to create to make these words are completely new as well and hard to master. Patience is key here.

We were just along for the ride. Which was fine. Its nice to do that everyonce in a while. Besides most of my weekends are spent hanging out with mostly foreigners while most of my Korean interaction is limited to storekeepers and coworkers. This was a welcome change of pace for a weekend. I also discovered that I do like being in control of my traveling time or at least have some say on the events of the travels. But this was only for a day and a half.

Sleeping as the Koreans do is only somewhat comfortable and done on the floor with a thin pad. To their credit they do have an amazing floor heating system called "ondol." I think its amazing and wish that America would wake up and smell the "ondol." It seems like it would be an efficient way of heating the home since heat does rise. It makes for walking around in your socks a warm, toasty affair. So they have no qualms about sleeping on the floor because of this. Yes its warm and cozy, but only cozy in a warm way. I'm not used to the 'firmness' of the thin-pad-on-floor routine. Its kind of rough, or hard if you will.

The next morning we had rice, kimchi, and Ramen for breakfast. That was hardcore, a far cry from my usual peanut butter and jelly on toast or banana with whole bran flake cereal. Never in my life would I have dreamed up such a menu for breakfast, nor will I attempt to repeat it if I can. Next trip like this I'm bringing emergency apples and a breakfast bar ( I did find some - not tasty like the Nature Valley bars but they do the trick). This was followed by more outside coldness and picture taking at burial mounds and other sacred sites. Some of them were hidden deep in the forest on big hills. We did manage to do a bunch of hiking this weekend.

Gyeongju is great. Its a small town compared to its neighboring big brothers, Busan and Ulsan. Its really open, mountainous, natural beauty everywere, and the traffic wasn't scary. I can't wait to go back when its not so darn cold and go for a hike and . . . rent a bicycle and go for a ride!! Its hard to develope a town thats mandated to preserve whats left of their Korean heritage. In the past Japan was a big jerk to Korea. They invaded, raped, pillaged, destroyed, burned and defaced much of Korea's historical anything. I keep comments about Japan or sushi to a minimum when I'm around Koreans. There is an underlying resentment for Japan I think equal to or possibly greater than Ireland's dislike of Britain. The past is set and stone and its hard to forget when the evidence of the bully is right in front of your face everytime you want to check out something historical. Most old temples have an informational sign that generally start out like this:

"This temple was rebuilt in 'x' year. The original was burned by Japan in the invasion of 'x' year during so and so's reign."

Man thats rough. A lot of sculptures at burial mounds are missing heads.

It wasn't the weekend I was expecting but it was informative and different. I would provide some more of the history but I have a hard time remembering Korean names of anything so my rants would sound vague, ambiguous, and would go nowhere fast. So I'll spare you the slide show and the kimchi breakfast.

I'll buy her for a dollar!

Um were to begin.  Its been far too long.  Things have happened, my mood in a more pleasant place.  I've been thinking that my ranting and raving on this blog has been a way for me to cope with living here.  Now that I finally feel like I'm settling in here (almost four months later) I don't have the crazy erge to rattle off nonesense on "Paddling along in Korea."

Oh by the way:  The title of this blog is a reference to stories from my good friend Sam.  I was on an epic rafting trip with Jason, Nathan, and Sam.  We put in at Warm Springs and floated down the Deschutes all the way to the Columbia in four days (100 river miles!).  It was amazing.  I think it was the previous summer that Sam led rafting trips down the Deschutes one time he had some Korean tourists in his raft.  He said that they were the worst paddlers ever.  For anyone who hasn't had the pleasure of rafting . . . When you are in a raft you must paddle when your guide tells you to.  Its kind of important to avoid being stuck on a rock, popping your raft, to position yourself in the rapids so you don't flip, things like that.  Now back to the epic trip with the buddies . . . This was my first rafting trip and I wasn't such a good paddler right out of the gate.  Sam said I paddled like one of his Korean tourists.  We had a huge cooler we kept in the middle of the raft where we kept our food and beer (mostly beer though).  After the first day into the trip the cooler had a name . . . Korea.  During the mellow parts of the river we would sit on top of the cooler where you couldn't really paddle effectively.  So when you wanted a break you went to Korea, hence the name.  Were we being bastards using Korea in this reference . . . yeah maybe.  But it sure was funny.  I wasn't sure how this teaching gig would go.  I knew things would be fine, but only after getting my paddling under control here.  I think I'm getting my stroke down and floating along fairly well now.  YES!

Boring blog update version:
During the weekdays I go to school have classes and spend loads of time on the computer reading the news, talking with people here and at home on gmail chat, and finding out information on how to be a better teacher.  I've even come to studying bits and pieces of grammar.  But don't expect to see any significant changes here though ;) Then I go home and head to the gym.  I miss my rigorous workout schedule I had at home and my bike the most.  So I've been spending loads of time at the gym lately and have been feeling increasingly more amazing and more like myself.  Exercise is my key to happiness I've found, no matter where I am.  Then I go home make dinner and chill out.  On Mondays I have my music meditation class, which is where the Tiger vision happened.  Some weeks I get together with some people from my building and watch a movie on Jen's huge ass flat screen hdtv (42 incher).  Not too exciting really but its nice to have a lot of down time.  I need to start painting again but most of the time I'm too bushed after school, the gym, and a full belly.  Soon - my famous last words.  Oh and I'm beginning to train for some runs coming up in the spring.  I think there are a handful of 10k's and a marathon or two.  My goal is to do two 10k's and get a PR in a half marathon . . . maybe even a marathon but that'll depend on if I can be fit enough before the weather gets unbearably hot and sticky.  We'll see.  

End of the boring part . . . hopefully.

I bought a date.  Huh?  "Bought a date," you ask.  Well its getting close to Christmas and a bunch of foreign teachers put together an auction to support an orphanage.  So I went with a few friends.  The entrance fee was about $8 and of course went towards the orphanage.  But it included some snacks and a 'free' drink.  I had a few drinks before showing up to the event . . . this will come in handy for my spontaneous behaviour later in the evening.  Guys and girls were being auctioned off as potential dates.  All the money goes to the orphanage.  The guys were a hot commodity selling for about 300,000 won (about $220) or just a little less, while the women were not so spendy ranging from 80,000 to 200,000 won.  All of the guys were Westerners while some of the women were Korean.  The dates were set up with donated dinners and activities from sponsors.  The bidding begins and is about to finish when the last 'date' gets up on stage.  Her name is Maggie.  She's friends with my group of cohorts who begin pushing me to bid on her.  I have to admit that I had no intention on bidding on anyone.  I was happy to give my $8 to charity and call that my menial good deed for the day.  But Dave, Scott, Jared, and Jen were all saying, "C'mon man do it! Do it! Do it!"  So I did it.  I was mistaken in thinking that they were going to help finance this decision.  There was no talk of it.  I just thought they would because they were pushing me so much.  I bid and I bid and I won.  Maggie and I are going either windsurfing or kayaking (possibly both? I don't recall) and dinner sometime this spring when it warms up.  It cost me 135,000 won (about$100).  Part of me feels silly for spending the money, but the bigger and better part of me says its going to charity.  After the auction was over I couldn't believe what I just did.  But then that feeling was quickly replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling like I helped a child or two with no parents for Christmas.  How was this money going to be used?  Are they getting a sweet Christmas gift?  Is it going to help pay the heating and electricity bill?  I don't know.  I'm not standing on top of a mountain thinking that I made such a huge difference.  But I've been working on becoming less selfish here for the last couple of years ever since a few of my friends blatantly pointed out that they felt I was a bit selfish.  I have been, but would never admit it to myself.  So since then I've been trying to work on it.  Its not easy to change part of your personality.  Its a slow process like losing hair which unfortunately I'm doing as well, probably with more success.  But I'm making progress . . . slowly.  Along these lines I tried to find cool gifts for people for this xmas.  I've been kinda bad about returning from my trips empty handed.  I go to people's places and they have this or that hanging on their wall or whatever.  
"Hey thats cool.  Where did you find that?"
"Oh my so and so got that for me when he/she went __x__ place."
"Oh wow.  Thats really cool."
But not me.  I've not really done that.  Sorry guys.  So I'm getting you close family members something nice from Korea.  

Back to the 'date.'  I'm not in it hoping that Maggie and I will hit it off.  I'm happy to have given some cash to the kiddies.  I'm sure we'll have a good time doing what ever it is that we end up doing but thats all.  This is a new feeling for me.  I kind of like it.