Sunday, May 20, 2012

Lazy Sunday

     It's a lazy Sunday around here. I've got speaking assessments to grade, Ami's got homework to do, and Stella has birds to watch. Took a break from grading to play with the camera and photoshop. Here are the results...and keep in mind we've got a one room apartment so there isn't really a lot to shoot.

Let's go Giants!

Focused on her work.

Stella!

Living in a box.

A photogenic cat...sometimes.





Sunday, May 13, 2012

People are strange/When you're a stranger.

     It's almost seven months ago that I moved here to Seoul, South Korea, and while I can't pretend to understand much of the stuff that goes on around here, I thought I'd share some of the little things I've noticed that I find odd or interesting. So without further ado...

1) Nearly all (perhaps 99% or so it seems) of the cars over here are either black, white, or some shade of silver/grey. It's a strange thing to spot a car of any real color. But the buses are quite colorful coming in green, blue, and yellow--the color indicates something, but I haven't figured it out yet because I tend to use the subways instead.

2) Unlike Japan (and from what I see on tv, China), hardly anyone uses the bicycle as a mode of transportation. Someone told me (so I'm not sure how true this is) that bikes are seen as a poor man's way to move from place to place, and Koreans, being quite caught up in image, choose not to use them. I do see bikes on the running/biking trail by the river when I go running, but I do not see them locked up around town and very rarely do I see a bicyclist on the sidewalks of Seoul.

3) I don't know if I'm just going to the wrong places, but it seems that finding vegetables that aren't in some way pickled or fermented in restaurants is a difficult thing. I enjoy the pickled and fermented stuff, but every once in a while I find myself longing for some steamed veggies and a baked potato.

4) At the risk of sounding a little negative here, I must say that Koreans (most of them) seem to have no concept of space--or at least a very different concept of space. I don't know if this is only in Seoul and thus the product of living in such a populous city, but walking down the sidewalks here can be a little frustrating at times. People just don't get out of your way--or even move a little over so that you both have room to pass at a comfortable distance--granted comfortable distances are a very cultural thing. I've even had several situations where a business man who's just standing on the sidewalk outside a building and talking on his phone or smoking his cancer-stick will casually look right at me and then turn around and slowly saunter into my way forcing me to either stop or take a few steps outside the line I was walking--rather like a base-runner who's trying to avoid a tag. It's very annoying; in fact, I find this, above all, the most annoying aspect of living here.

5) Spam is a fairly normal food item here and not the meat of the poor. Ami puts it in kimchi soup and it's actually quite good (though upon further reflection we might just qualify as the poor).

6) I am not a woman, so I can't claim to be an expert on what women want (can any man?), but young, and some older, Korean women have an unhealthy fascination with handbags. Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Chanel, and I don't know what else. I don't remember seeing or hearing about this in Japan, but maybe it was there and I was too busy watching sumo to notice.

7) There is an unwritten rule that on a subway a younger person will relinquish his/her seat for an older person. I don't mean a 25-year old will do this for a 35-year old, but more that a 25-year old will do this for a 60 or 70-year old. But alas, the 25-year olds are usually either too busy staring at their smart phones or pretending to sleep to show the older generation this courtesy. Now I realize that there may be the same sort of thing in America--I don't ride public transportation--but it still makes me feel bad when I see a woman in her 80s standing while some idiot 20-year old pretends not to notice (like I did the other day). And just so you know, I was standing too, and I have given up my seat and will probably do so again.....if I ever get one.

8) Plastic surgery is a bit rampant over here, but what I find most interestingly odd is that it's very accepted too and, from what I understand, is talked about much more openly than it is in America. I am no expert, but I believe that if a person chose to have some plastic surgery in the US, he/she would most likely not talk about it. Here, though, it seems that it's ok to talk about..."Yeah, I had my eyes done last month. Do you like them?"

9) In Korea, sleeping is a hobby. I should say this is true in Japan too. It's the first day of class and we are introducing ourselves to each other...."Hi. My name is Eun Young. I am 23 years old and my hobby is sleeping." Something I'd never heard until I moved to Japan and now Korea. I keep trying to tell them that sleeping is not a hobby, but they will have none of it.

10) Baseball has cheerleaders. What else can I say?

11) Generally, Koreans don't drink to enjoy the flavor of the chosen drink. They drink to get drunk. I guess I can understand this with quality of the alcohol over here (minus the makgeolli) and I've gone there with them. But on a Sunday afternoon the beer is for sipping while you watch a baseball game, not for slamming down the throat. Of course, Koreans also don't drink (again generally) unless they plan to go all the way, so you don't tend to find them enjoying the slow beer with lunch like I (and most of you) will do.

12) In case I sounded negative above (and I only meant to in #s 4 and 10 and maybe slightly in # 11), I'd like to end on a positive note. One of the best ideas I've seen to come out of Korea is the idea of cutting food with scissors. Usually it's meat they cut--thin slices of beef or pork--but I've noticed that kimchi also gets cut this way. I first saw this done in California when I went over to Ami's for some dinner and her mother cut the pork strips using scissors. I thought it strange but highly logical.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Misty Mountain Hop

     Yesterday, Andrew and I headed out for a hike. Andrew had done it a couple times before and said it was a fun way to spend 4-5 hours and then enticed me further by telling me there was makgeolli at the top. So I agreed to join him and we had a fun time acting like boys on a mountain. Below are pictures.
The area in green is the destination. It's called Gwanaksan, which, according to my stellar investigation skills (thanks Wikipedia), means "hat-shaped mountain". The area in yellow is where I live.
Green marks the starting point and the subway station. Yellow is the top of the mountain. And red is where we exited the wilds of Gwanaksan.
Down below you'll see a picture of a helicopter pad. Here you can see it just left of center. The rocky area in the middle is also featured below and was where we stopped for a bowl of makgeolli.
This is where we began. We didn't go up the stairs though. We turned left before them and started the climb.
About two-thirds of the way up was a temple complex. We stopped here for a short break, some pictures, and a small cup of vending machine coffee.
Lots of lights. I might have to go back at night if possible.
Andrew's idea. Take a picture of my reflection. Behind the glass was some kind of Buddhist thing.
One of the buildings.
And another with a large bell inside.
Looking up at the main building.
And now I'm standing on that ledge looking back down at the trail/stairs.
And now looking back out over the town of Gwancheon. In the Google Earth image at the top of this post, you can make out a horse track. Here you can see if just to the left of center.
Here's the top. Bet you didn't expect so many people. Neither did I. Just up there and to the left, you can make out the little umbrella where they sold us the refreshing makgeolli. I can hear you asking how they get it up here. They carry it, of course!
Makgeolli is usually served in bowls such as this. 
Looking east again. The horse track is almost in the center.
Again.
Here's the helicopter pad I mentioned earlier. Not sure if it's from the war, but I guess it could be.
Looking north now. You can see the Han River. Gangnam, where I work and live, is off to the left.
Looking more northwest now.
The landing patter for Incheon, I presume.
A Giant on the mountain.
Andrew being careful.
I probably could have made it down without the rope, but it was more fun to use it.
The Korean flag, called the Taegeukgi, on top of the rocks. 
Looking back up at where we'd stopped for the drink. Weather station and antenna up there.
This is the last shot I took before concentrating on not killing myself on the way down. The decent was quite tough at times and I found myself thinking that one misstep could mean the end of your humble narrator. But I was almost as sure footed as a mountain goat and came out unscathed. Definitely gonna have to do this again.


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

A Mighty Wind

     Nature is an incredible thing. Just one month ago I was walking to and from work in two shirts, a coat, and a hat. Now, I am wearing short sleeves up top and nothing else (on the top that is). I believe today it got up into the high 80s and I can feel the humidity crawling up from the tropics. At night we leave the windows open and I've now directed the fan at me so I can enjoy the breeze while I sleep. I guess we jumped from winter to summer and I find myself asking, "What happened to spring?"
     Speaking of fans...here's a little something I bet you're not aware of. Did you know that Koreans (many of them) believe that if you go to sleep with a fan on in the room with all the doors and windows closed, you will die?! If you don't believe me, check out this link (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death).

   
     I won't go into all the details that the link mentions (you can read about them there), but I have asked students about this alleged phenomenon and they have indeed supported its validity--much to my amusement, I should mention. I've slept in closed rooms with fans running for many years and when I tell them this, their eyes get big and they tell me that I should stop for fear of death. I usually then laugh and tell them that it's simply not true to which they often say, "But I heard it on the news". The media is a powerful thing, I guess.