He's Back. No, wait. He's still there, but he's back... ahhh nevermind.
Kids these days. Turning out all sorts of new internet verbs to keep up with. No one just "surfs" anymore... Gotta be facebooking, googling, tweeting, or, in this case BLOGGING! Now armed with a new Macbook Pro, I'm confident on some motivation to keep this thing updated from time to time (monthly, at least, sufficient?) so that you, my undoubtably far far away bloggee, may actually find this entertaining/interesting. So here are a few random pictures to ponder and wet your blogger's appetite.
"D" class
I'm currently, but possibly not for long, working at two schools. The evenings (not shown) is with advanced adults in a private academy. They study English for all sorts of reasons, and the fluency, attitude, and atmosphere of that school has been an enormous refreshment after a year and a half with children. Still, as you can see, I enjoy kids. During the day, I work at an elementary school teaching grades 1-6. This is my oldest and most advanced class at the elementary school. They also have a generally great attitude for their age and had a lot of fun on this day, when we played indoor balloon badminton (in English....!?)
HikingDespite the excitement and energy of living smack-dab in the middle of 20-some million people (what? not appealing?!) one gets a bit stir-crazy. Luckily, we don't have to travel too far before a multitude of decent hiking mountains become available. Pictured here from left are Spencer (Canada) Jerry (Fargo) and the mountain man himself.
Beyond metropolitan Seoul are many weekend adventures into greater Korea, with excellent hikes, so hopefully some good .jpgs with equally good stories will materialize at some point.
BaseballBaseball games in Korea are something of a must see. Especially if you are a Minnesota Twins fan, for two reasons:
1. Metrodome vs. Jamsil stadium (with that classic Seoul sunset) is a no-brainer.
2. One of Seoul's professional teams, the LG Twins, which has clearly been knocked-off from the original. (somewhat of a copycat culture, you may notice) Still, best not to make a fuss and ruin the fun.
Anyways, the games are cheap, outdoors, and ROWDY! The stadium gets packed 50:50 with fans from each team since they are sponsored by corporate Korea, so no one really chooses a "hometown" team. One half cheers for their team when up to bat, then when the sides switch, its the other side's turn. Constant cheers, thundersticks, and cheerleaders are all part of the action. I'm sorry MLB, but they have a thing or two to show you about energy.
The picture shown above is one of my favorite memories of Korea, which a shall share via a short dialogue, which occurred about 5 minutes prior to the picture being taken.
me: you can speak English?
boy: yes. little bit.
me: you like baseball?
boy: yes. a lot.
me: you ever catch home run ball?
boy: no.
me: i will catch home run ball for you. ok?
boy: exit stage left, to tell father about strange foreigner.
To my surprise, shortly afterwards a home run was hit! There was a mad scramble amidst a crowd of vicious Koreans. Make that mostly 8 year old boys and one drunk ajoshi, or old-man. My natural athletic ability suddenly had me grasping this ball, thrusting it into the air for an explosion of cheers. I took a run back and forth, but suddenly came to my senses. This wasn't my ball! I found the young boy, placed it in his hands and then thrust HIM high in the air. A hero, in and out of the classroom. Later, I celebrated with the boy and his father over ice cream. I had many people approach me later on to ask if I was the dude who gave the kid the home run ball, to which I gladly relayed this story over and over again. Happily ever after!
Penis ParkAnother getaway weekend in Korea. This time, to the east coast to a surprisingly liberal penis park, known as Haeshindan Park. The history of the penis park, in a nutshell, goes something like this I'm told: A young, virgin woman had been engaged to be married. Unfortunately, shortly before her wedding, she drowned at sea in a storm. Her spirit, now one with the sea, and having never experienced the joy of fornication, made the sea very angry. This was bad news for the fishing economy, who began to lose fish and men to violent storms. One particular evening, a group of fishermen, after a night of heavy drinking, decided to express their disgust with the sea by urinating in it. But in an ironic twist of fate, the young woman's spirit, upon seeing these men's, umm, "goods" became satisfied. The storms ceased, and the fishing community was once again restored. An entire park of male genitalia was reconstructed thereafter. I'm seen here in front of a pig (dwae-jeey) in a penis, one of the twelve Buddhist animals representing my lunar calendar year.