Post #17

Hello Fellow Nudists,

That's right, Foley in Korea #17 is the Naked Blog. Why the Naked Blog? We'll get to that later. First, some business.

Some would find calling an entire nation of people "thieves" to be a brash and borderline racist statement. Clearly, I am not one of these people. But don't get me wrong. That's what I love about this country. The stealing. What kind of larceny is this? Are the Koreans robbing precious jewels? Are they embezzling mass quantities of drug money? No. The only thing they steal here (other than my heart), is about every movie, document, song, video game, and online thing you can possibly think of.

I know what you're thinking, "Dan, we live in America. We know all about stealing music. Remember Napster? You're just telling us information we already know. This blog sucks." You just calm down for a minute. Yes, people in America steal music and movies at a reasonable pace. At the same time, there are plenty of people who pay for such things (which, at the risk of getting on my high-horse, I am a huge supporter of). But these kind of people just don't exist in Korea. When I mention things like "paying for music on iTunes" or "legally purchasing DVD's," Koreans look at me like I have a nail in my head. So what's the cause of the ransacking of copyrighted information?

BitTorrent. The program BitTorrent is nothing short of prolific in Korea. For those of you who don't know, BitTorrent allows users to download ENORMOUS files that have been compressed, so you can do it in a shorter time. We're talking about downloading HD full length feature films and entire series of televisions shows.

What sweetens the pot is the Korean internet service. It pummels America in terms of internet. Not only do they rank above America in the list of "Countries with Highest Internet Penetration," (The Falkland Islands were #1, who knew?) but Korean internet is faster on average than American. How much faster? America ranks twelve in the world with an average connection speed of 4.60 Mbits/second. Meanwhile, Korea is the gold medal winner with an absurd average connection speed of 16.63 Mbits/second. That's four times faster than America's AND twice as fast as Hong Kong's, which ranks number two on the list of fastest internet connections. Couple that with the fact that most Koreans have external hard drives with a terabyte (read: crapload) of space , they can have every episode of everything ever played on "Nick at Nite" in about five minutes without breaking a sweat. So why the hell would they pay? Plus the copyright laws here mean about as much as the "no smoking in the bathroom" signs, so there's no fear of Big Brother breathing down their neck. Ethics be damned!

And if you're still sitting there, saying "Listen Foley, I got so many illegal movies on my computer and a great connection speed. Korea is just like America. You're wasting my time." To you, my arrogant friend, I ask this: Have you ever downloaded an Xbox 360 game to your computer?

Didn't think so.

Computers and thievery are so important that no one really buys Xbox 360's and PlayStation 3's out here. Instead of spending four hundred dollars for three games, two controllers and a system, they can just download it for free. The only thing people really buy in Korea are Nintendo Wii's, and that's because they're just so damn fun.

While we're on the subject: if there's one thing I love, it's video games. Oh do I ever. But not as much as Korea. How much do Koreans love video games? The 1998 computer game Starcraft is Korea's national sport. Yup. Forget baseball, out here video games=sport. They take gaming seriously. But I don't think you understand how seriously. I stole some of the next pieces of information from this Cracked article, so if you want to read it yourself, you can get the full story. But between my own experience and a little research, here's the good stuff learned.

There is a television channel almost exclusively devoted to Starcraft games. Every day is footage of the 1998 game being played by Starcraft pros. That's right, Starcraft gaming is a profession out here. People get money to play video games. To be fair, this game requires a great amount of strategy and practice. But, what is truly bizarre is that people pay money to watch. The true testament to the immensity of this game can be seen in Starcraft tournaments. The finals of their 2005 tournament (the equivalent in their sports world to the World Series or Superbowl) had 120,000 people live in attendance. Holy crap. For comparison, Fenway park has a seating capacity of about 37,000.

The pros train like wild, too. Six days a week, at least ten hours a day. Their goal? Try to make as many moves as possible per minute. The best pros can pull off about 300 moves per minute. What does that look like? I'm glad you asked. Check out the video below. About nine seconds in, you'll see what I'm talking about.

 
And these dudes get chicks too. Super hot chicks. Super hot chicks who watch them play Starcraft all day long. It probably doesn't hurt that some of these dudes make about three hundred grand a year. It's no Tom Brady-esk salary, but still, it ain't bad.

And speaking of Tom Brady comparisons, my ego is out of control here with celebrity comparisons. You're probably aware I've been told out here that I look like Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and Johnny Depp (just to name a few) but the other day, out with some of my Korean friends, I received a comparison that even my massive ego couldn't support. Who could be so monumental, who could be so incredible that even I don't think I should be mentioned among the likes of?

Jesus Christ.

Well, Jesus Christ from Passion of the Christ. They said I looked like the dude who played Jesus in that movie. I decided that they think all white people look the same. And, quite frankly, they might be right. But damn I'm handsome.

Now, while I should not be compared to the King of Kings, there is a true saint in the Gwangju community. I am referring, of course, to the beloved Chicken Lady. This gorgeous fifty-odd year old woman is the leading supplier of drunk food in downtown Gwang-ju. Loved far more by foreigners than Koreans for one simple reason - the Hamcheese Toast-ee. American (kind of) style. Legend has it, the Chicken Lady came up with this recipe on a serious bender when she was super hungry, but was low on supplies in her fridge. Somehow, perhaps with the help of an angelic presence, she created the Hamcheese Toast-ee, the perfect balance of flavor. What is it? Essentially, it's an egg (mixed with some kinda of sprout and seasoning), a slab of ham, and melted cheese sandwich with pickles, mayonnaise, ketchup, and the secret ingredient that pulls it all together: kiwi sauce. Sounds nasty, and it is. But also very delicious. For a buck fifty, when you can't walk straight, there's no better food.

Except for maybe Chicken Lady's deep fried, crabbed stuffed jalapeno peppers. Yes, they're as good as they sound, and not at all spicy until the next morning, if you catch my drift. Ironically, Chicken Lady's chicken on a stick - not that good. No one really gets it.

Bur I know what you all came here for, and that's hard core male nudity. Well, my perverted friends, I have a story that should satisfy your strange urges. This takes place at the Korean institution known as the "Gimgilbong."

The Koreans call it a "bathroom" but that's like calling Chicago a town. It's kinda like a public spa, but with strange and quirky features. My Korean buddy Alex took me there early Saturday evening. We checked our shoes in and got the spa clothes (baggy shorts and a t-shirt) and proceeded to the men's side. Having never been to a spa before, I didn't know what to expect. What did I see? A lot of naked dudes. Like, a lot. Not locker room style, where people are changing and minding their own business. I'm talking full out naked Korean men, hanging all over the place, having intense conversations with each other like they were wearing clothes. I knew what I was up for when I saw this one old guy was bouncing around in a massage chair, buck naked save for the small towel resting on his chest. I felt really bad for that chair.

After showers, we threw on the spa clothes and proceeded to the co-ed sauna area. It was two stories of stuff ranging from a restaurant, to arcade games, to PC rooms, to ice cream vendors, to bedrooms. It was warm, but nothing serious. What was truly impressive was the legitimate sauna rooms. Various rooms, each built from a unique material like brick, coal, or stone, each with different temperatures. There was the frigid ice room (complete with real ice!). Then there were the normal sauna rooms at about 120F. There was the big boy sauna room that boasted 159F. But all of those paled in comparison to what I refer to as "The Oven."


The Oven was a room shaped like a cone, made of stone with wooden planks lining the walls. The only way to access it was through a glass crawl space. In this room, they don't tell you the temperature. To give you an idea of how hot it was, it was impossible to breathe in there without a towel wrapped around your face. The heat tore your lungs apart. In minutes, beads of sweat formed on my skin the size of beans. I would wager if a person stayed in there for six to eight hours, they would become something like the consistency of pulled pork. They would probably taste pretty good too.

They had massage chairs in the co-ed (clothed) area, which I took full advantage of. I was tempted to get a actual Korean massage, but I was nervous. A few weeks ago, a lady friend of mine received a special Korean massage designed to promote bodily health. I asked her out for drinks that night, but she declined, saying, "When you see me, you'll know why." The next day I saw her. She showed me her back. It resembled something I saw in an episode of Law and Order: SVU. No kidding, it looked like someone had mercilessly wailed on her back, switching between a tire iron and a billy club. And it wasn't just her back. Her arms, legs, and even under her chin were straight black a blue. I offered to fight this masseuse for her, but she assured me this was how it was supposed to look. Not unsurprisingly, I didn't get a massage on Saturday.    

The highlight of the Gimgilbong was, without doubt, the Korean scrub down. Korean tradition is, at the end of a trip to a Gimgilbong, you are given something that resembles a loofah. With it, among other naked men, you sit in these strange dentist-waiting-room seats, and scrub. Hard. The goal is to rid yourself of dead skin particles. Yes, I know how attractive that sounds. But oh wait, it gets better.

You know how, when you're at the beach, there's always one area of your body you have trouble reaching? Bingo: the back. So, Gimgilbong tradition is, you and the...uh...other naked guy, take turns...uh...vigorously scrubbing down the other one's back to remove dead skin. Now, I didn't mind chilling with all the naked dudes or the little kids staring at my American package, but this was a little bit more of a stretch for me. But honestly, it wasn't all that bad. At first, it was a little awkward, but after a few seconds, wasn't weird at all. And even though I was naked behind another naked man, rubbing down his back with a bristled cloth, it was totally not gay.

Except for maybe when he told me to go "harder."   

But truly, an excellent experience. Good chilling with my man Alex, afterwards I felt like I had been cleansed, both body and mind. I felt a peace. I could close my eyes, and question the mysteries of the universe, like why are we here? And why are Korean guys naturally hairless?

But that's all for today, lovers of Korea. I miss and love you all, and I truly mean that.

-Naked Dan

Post #16

Hello My Sane American Friends,

I want to begin with a quotation from my main man, poet Charles Bukowski:

"it's not the large things that
send a man to the
madhouse. death he's ready for, or
murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood...
no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man to the
madhouse...

not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps
with no time left ... "

There's some truth to this, yes? In this blog, I spend quite a lot of time discussing the beauty and uniqueness of Korea. I try to put a positive spin on everything, but sometimes, things make me crazy out here. And I can deal with the wild cultural differences, the language barrier, the fact that I could scream obscenities in the street without anyone understanding (well without most people understanding) and all those things have not driven me to insanity. But the things that really make you go crazy in this country aren't the extremes - it's the little crap that really grinds my gears. Like Mr. Bukowski said, the broken shoelace drives us off the edge.

Maybe my biggest gripe is cup size. One thing you gotta love about America is when you go out to eat they slap down a big ass drink in front of you. Even if it's a complimentary water that a waitress isn't making a dime off of, she'll still bring out a cup that will quench your thirst for the majority of the meal without fail. The only exception to this rule I can think of is the dinky glass of orange juice they sometimes give at chintzy diners in America. But out here, I would kill for a glass that size.

I frequent a cafeteria where the food is exceptionally spicy. Now, I dig that, but only if I can smolder the red pepper fire in my mouth with a cool glass of, well, anything. But all they have is water, and all they have to drink from is these pathetic metal glasses that are maybe, maybe two inches tall. I get two and I've gulped them down before you can say "kim-chi." And this is not some isolated incident, no no. Nearly every restaurant in Gwangju will supply you with their feeble attempt at a cup. The "large" cola at Burger King is the equivalent to an American small that's been bogged down with way too much ice.

So why's this the case? It's strange but many Koreans aren't concerned with beverages during meals--they drink afterwards. The sole exception is of course beer, which they will serve you in a pint glass if you order individually. But even with beer, if you get a pitcher, they give you four ounce glasses to pour your beer into. No foolin'.

Elevators in Korea likewise drive me mad. The elevators themselves are fine. They're fast, efficient, clean. It's the social dynamic of getting onto an elevator that I do not understand no matter how many times I see play out. In America, I'd say you stand, say, four, maybe five feet back from the doors after pressing the button to call the elevator. The understanding is, of course, if there's anyone on the elevator, you let them off first (with the five feet of space) and then you enter.

Korea plays the elevator card differently. After pressing the button, your typical Korean will stand five feet back. But, as soon as it reaches their floor, he will shimmy up and press himself up against the elevator door like it was a life preserver. When the doors open, he will try to get into the elevator before the people already on try to get off. But the people getting off the elevator aren't having this, and will try to get off before the people who are off get on. Confusing? Basically everyone just wants on or off and refuses to wait. The result? It's this awkward shoving, rubbing dance everyone does to uncomfortably push themselves through the narrow opening and through the threshold. It's like people trying to get into Wal-Mart on Black Friday for the cheapest Christmas gifts. But the funny thing is, it takes just as long (maybe longer) as just letting the people off first. And that infuriates me to the point of no return.

And, for their third trick to drive you ape-poopy crazy, the Koreans have their heating systems. I would like to make the case that Koreans understand heating like Eskimos understand surfing (again, I'm not good with analogies). Needless to say, the heating out here sucks. At least for foreign teacher apartments. All of my friends share a similar problem: weak floor heating systems that are implemented in poorly insulated apartments. They really just don't work. You could leave it on for hours. Your apartment will be ice cold, but put your feet on the floor and you'll think they're melting. My friend goes to bed every night with her heat blasting and wearing a winter jacket. But if it was just at home, I could deal with it. After all, I'm a polar bear. I like sleeping in the cold.

But with office buildings and transportation, the heating decisions must have been made by a madman (or madwoman, for all you sexists). For instance, it's nice getting on a warm bus after waiting out in the cold for twenty minutes, but not if I start sweating the second I step foot on the bus. No kidding, I have to strip down to a T-shirt in my seat and I'm still uncomfortably warm. Unfortunately, Koreans don't allow me to go pantsless in public places, something I miss from the gold ole U S of A.

And then there's the public bathrooms. I think I deal with cold pretty well, but when I need to wear gloves and a scarf to go to the bathroom down the hall at my school because they're too cheap to heat it, I feel like they might be in the wrong. No one likes an icy toilet seat. It totally just detracts from the whole experience.

But before we get off the topic of bathrooms, I would like to discuss toilets, because I find the ones out here fascinating. Sure, you have your regular, run of the mill, white porcelain toilet, just like in America. But Korea is also home to the archaic and future toilets as well. There is the El Camino of toilets, which is the porcelain hole in the ground squatter variety that springs up in a surprising amount of public restrooms. Using such a device makes me wonder why we just don't go in the woods and do it. But that's not why I'm talking about it. I find it interesting because of the rich dichotomy that exists between the hole in the ground toilets and the yin to their yang, also found in Korea. We're talking about the Ferrari of toilets: the Super Toilet.

A toilet that you plug in? Oh baby, you gotta love that. This thing has heated seats, one of those French things that shoots water up your ass (both of the hot and cold variety), and an attachable Febreze Canister (out here pronounced :"pah-bree-suh"). The seat is comfortable as sin and it has a whole bunch of buttons I was afraid to touch. This thing is nicer than my first car. (Honestly though, I stopped playing with the buttons after the French thing scared the hell out of me. I was standing up, pressing the buttons, when a mechanic tube appeared inside the toilet bowl and starting spraying without mercy. I caught a stream of water to the chest, dove out of the way, and the bathroom ended up get soaked).

Long story short, it's just funny how two such toilets can exist in the same country. But I don't mean to complain. After all, I want this to be a happy blog, so here's some good stuff.

Going back to the small glass argument, the reason the Koreans have tiny four ounce beer glasses is for toasting purposes. "Gam-bay" is Korean for "cheers" and, man, do they like to cheers. Like, three or four times for the same four ounce glass that is refilled numerous times. Do the math, you're cheersing about once every ounce of beer. Such excessive cheersing results in everyone getting equally plastered, because everyone is forced to drink at the same time whenever anybody feels like drinking. What complicates it further is when soju is involved. Koreans have the same policy with their rice liquor - so when one guy at the table feels frisky and wants to do a shot - EVERYBODY DOES A SHOT. And then another. And another.

If you ever go drinking with Koreans, my advice is that you size them up first for drinking prowess. Or just make sure they're already sloshed, because they just don't ever stop with the soju. And man, soju can tare up your insides like a paper doll in a blender.

And speaking of food, this week's food discussion is on squid jerky. Did I say beef jerky? No. I said squid jerky. How do they make it? Based off what it looks like, I'd say they take a live squid, salt him up real good, and squeeze him into a panini machine til someone comes along with a hankering for some squid jerky. Dipping sauces include mayonnaise and soy sauce.

What does it taste like? Let me put it this way. It tastes exactly how you think it's going to. Yes, I know, that sounds terrible. And at first, it is. But honestly, after about six or seven of those little beer glasses, I kinda dig the rubbery, salty, fishy, soy-mayonnaisey flavor of processed, flattened squid. Just sayin is all.

And speaking of drinks, I recently attended an establishment called Ethnic Bar. With a name like that, I was convinced I would be thrown out upon entering for being a whitey. But, like most things in Korea with English names, the :"Ethnic" in "Ethnic Bar" was completely meaningless. Walking down a flight of stairs led to an interior that was completely out of place in Gwangju and borderline magical. What it looked more like was something out of the Ramayana, or Arabian Nights on LSD. It was a large dark room, low ceiling, lit by candles, with a long shallow pool of water in the middle, that people sat around on pillows. A gnarled tree twisted its way through the middle of the room, and on it, all sorts of strange, trippy trinkets and decorations. On the sides, ultra comfortable half-couches/half-beds with low coffee tables so you could lay back, smoke some hookah, and gulp down a cocktail or two while enjoying the ambiance. Looking through the drink menu, my choice of cocktail was the "Bourbon Cock," a name which pleased me to no end. Ethnic Bar, I give you two thumbs up. Excellent choice for a chill time, or a great date location. Tell your friends.

Speaking of dates, Valentine's Day in Korea is mostly the same with one wonderful twist: the girls have to give the guys candy and the guys don't have to do anything. I know. Awesome. But before you label me "misogynist," March 14th, the guys have to do buy flowers and candy for the girls. It's called White Day for some unknown reason And after that, April 14th, is known as Black Day. Who is that for? You guessed it, single people. The way I understand it, tradition is they go out to restaurants for soup, but are handed empty bowls, symbolizing the emptiness inside their hearts .Then they cry, until their tears fill up the bowls and then they have to drink the tear soup...or something like that. Maybe something was lost in the translation...

On a more serious note, I want to bring up the hagwon situation in Korea. A "hagwon" is an English Academy, like the one I work at, where children go to after school. But, to those of you not well versed in Korean culture, you don't understand the connotation this word carries. So let me tell you three things that you might not know about hagwons.

1. Shadiness - When you type "hagwon" into Google, the most commonly searched word after "hagwon" is "blacklist." The hagwon blacklist is a collection of hagwons that screwed over the foreigners who came out to teach at them. How? By not fulfilling their contract in some way, denying them medical insurance, or any plethora of money grubbing techniques. These are private institutions, so they can pretty much do whatever the hell they want.

For instance, one of my coworker's lease was up on his apartment. My bosses told him that he had a choice: to be moved into a new apartment close to the school or far from the school. So of course, he said he'd take the one closer. They promised to move him several times over the next two weeks, but it didn't happen. Then they informed him nothing would be open for a month. Instead, he was moved, after the two weeks, into my boss's apartment. I assure you he was thrilled. At the end of this tragic month, he was informed they couldn't afford him any more, that the school was going to be shut down, and his contract would be terminated in two weeks.

Yes that's right, my school would be shut down.

I have no idea if they are telling him the truth, as my bosses have told me nothing. But I also cannot say anything to my bosses, as they get standoffish and accuse you of prying them for information if you ask such things. These are people who on more than one occasion have fired teachers and hired them back in the same day.

Maybe that is shocking to you. Maybe not. As for me, am I worried? Nah. I'll figure it out. What brings me solace is that this situation is not unique to my hagwon, so there are things I can do to insure I'll be alright. But you might be asking yourself, "Dan, why do you put up with these bosses? Why not switch schools?" Two reasons: They've actually been pretty good to me, but more importantly, I love the kids. I don't want to leave them. And speaking of the kids....

2. Spoiled Kids - My kids are great, but that is not the case with all hagwons. Because at some other hagwons, the kids run the show. My bosses are at least good at making sure that doesn't happen. But a lot of my friends tell me that they're not allowed to kick kids out of class, even if they're acting foolish. Why? Money. Their parents are paying good money to send the kid there, and the bosses don't want to lose clientele. So, in some cases, hagwon teachers are nothing more than glorified baby sitters for spoiled brats. Fun fun.

3. Temporality - The last thing to know about hagwons is about the teachers. When you sign a year contract, that means just that. The hagwon pays for your flight there and your flight home. A lot of people are here for just that year. So by the time you get close to any foreigner teacher out in Korea, odds are pretty good that sometime real soon, either they're leaving or you're leaving. I've seen it happen before, and it happens again and again. We just celebrated a real good friend of mine's going away party last night. What kind of a guy was he? This was a guy who, at bars, would talk the waiters into letting him carry the drinks to to the private rooms full of girls. That was his way of infiltrating. Not five minutes later, he'd call out to me. Next thing I'd know we'd be sitting in a room of pretty girls, stealing their alcohol and telling them we were astronauts. Truly a good man, especially one with the last name "Fakhre." Yeah, it's pronounced exactly the way you want to say it. Go for it, say it. It's just a last name.

But that is the way it goes out here. Us westerners are merely dust in a kim-chi wind. We got a job to do, and then we ramble on. But I kind of dig it. Makes me feel like a cowboy out here. And hell, it's already almost half over. Boggles my mind how three weeks in felt like I'd been here a year, and six months in I feel like I've been here only three weeks.  

But not all things are sad. I went drinking with the mayor of a big Korean F-1 racing town the last two weekends. Friends of Mr. Fakhre and my Korean artist friend. Here's proof:

That's right, it says "The Mayor of a Town." And the dude looks like a cross between Mr. Sulu and Peter Gallagher. It's awesome.

But that's it for me. Nothing else to say, except I miss and love you all.

-The Korean Cowboy          

Post #15

Happy New Year?

That's right, party people, it's time for Sol-nal, the Korean Lunar New Year. What is Lunar New Year? I'm glad you asked.

Opposed to our fascist solar calender, Koreans use the moon as their guide for their traditional calender, so the time changes every year by about a day (lunar calender accounts for about a 354.37 day year). Sol-nal, the New Year, is among he most important Korean holidays. On this day, families gather together to pay homage to ancestors, offering them prayer and plates of food, while asking them for wisdom and luck in the new year. I think this is an excellent idea. After I'm dead and gone, I know I wouldn't mind stopping back on earth to see my family, give them some luck and advice, and maybe chow on some Anna's Taqueria. But this is truly a great holiday, one everyone loves. Adults love this holiday because it brings families together. Children love this holiday because they get money every time they wish their elders "happy new year." Dan Foley loves this holiday because of the five-day weekend. Oh yeah.

And how did I observe this moon-driven celebration? I spent Sol-nal with a couple of my Californian friends and their mentor and friend, a wise fifty-five-year-old Korean artist. You can tell he's a cool guy because he's the only Korean I know with facial hair. In his studio, we sat around playing poker and eating the traditional soup of Sol-nal called "Duk-guk." It's called rice cake soup, comprised of rice cakes, beef broth, scallions, and pretty much anything else you want to throw in. Our chef threw in a healthy amount of beef and oysters, and it was truly something special.

But the tradition behind the duk-guk soup is the best part. In a previous post I discussed how Koreans all age at the same time (i.e. at the start of 2011, everyone born in 1988 is 24, at the start of 2012 everyone born in 1988 is 25, etc. etc.), but, seeing as though Koreans use a lunar calender to establish age, January 1st is not the day when everyone turns one year older. Rather, it's done on Sol-nal. And, tradition states that you're not officially a year older until you eat the duk-guk soup. That's right, people, the key to eternal youth is avoiding this delicious beef broth concoction. But with respect to Bob Dylan, I pick the soup over being forever young. Honestly, it's that good.    

So, in honor of the new year, one of my resolutions is to watch more soccer. Now, knowing American audiences, half of you are groaning and saying "soccer sucks!" and the other half are cheering and saying "it's pronounced FUT-BOL." Both sides, just relax. Watching soccer out here is not a personal choice. Like every other non-American country in the world, out here, soccer is huge. So I gave it a shot and followed the Asian Cup, where Korea battled through to the semi-finals. There, they faced their arch-rival, Japan.

Now, if you think the Celtics-Lakers or Sox-Yankees rivalries are heated, just think about what it's like to be Korean. You're battling the nation that, until 65 years ago, had a ruthless imperialistic stranglehold on your nation. When you become enlightened to such facts, shirts that say "Jeter Sucks" just don't really carry the same gravity. There truly is no love loss between these two Asian nations. The game was a testament to this. It was wild. Korea scored early, and maintained their advantage for a fair amount of the first half until Japan tied it up. There, they remained deadlocked until the game went into overtime. Japan scored right off the bat, leaving Korea in a dire position. Korea battled back but couldn't get a good shot on goal until a minute left, where they managed to sneak one past the Japanese. But, in the penalty kick showdown, Korea was decimated by a more experienced Japanese team, and lost. It was doubly sad, both losing to Japan and the seeing the final game for Korea's pride and joy, Park Ji Sung, who will retire at the end of this year. He is best known for his prowess as Manchester United's midfielder and as the spokesman for Gillette Fusion Razors in Korea (which is powerfully ironic because no one out here has facial hair).

But enough about soccer, I have a much more serious announcement to make. My name is Dan Foley, and I'm addicted to Korean junk food. Everyone knows I love food like Michael Bay loves explosions, but I'm not usually a snacker. I dig the entrees. But out here, these delicious treats are slowly converting me. Candy out here is dirt cheap, delicious, and confusing, making it the ultimate seduction. And when I say confusing, just like everything else in Korea, none of the candy really makes a whole lot of sense. Everything is almost normal, but with a strange twist. For instance, Sour Gummy Coke Bottles. Say what? Yeah, I know. You can picture maybe Gummy Coke Bottles, or Sour Gummies, but really, Sour Gummy Coke Bottles? Confusing? Yes. But they're blue and purple and strangely addictive so they get the pass.

Then you have your ice cream popsicles/bars, which seem to be my Achilles heel. I can't resist them. You have deep fried frozen ice cream puffs and ice cream mixed with corn (I'm terrified to try, but it's sitting in my freezer right now), but perhaps the most interesting is the Jaws Bar. It's an ordinary popsicle, blueberry flavor on the outside, and shaped like a shark. But, the inside is this pink, strawberry deliciousness that is somehow soft and just the right amount of bitter. The bizarre thing is, when you eat it, it really feels like you're gutting a shark, seeing the cross section of the blue and pink as you work your way into it. I'm not even a popsicle guy and these things blow me away.

Then, for the lover of chocolate, Korea features the Crunky Bar. No, my friends, that is no typo, the Crunky Bar. Do I mean Crunchy Bar? No. Am I trying to say Chunky Bar? Sorry. It's the Crunky Bar, and it gets you Crunked (that's not it's tag line but it really, really should be). Perhaps for copyright purposes, it has avoided using an English actual word, but when you eat it, you understand. One of my students put it best when he said "Crunky is the sound it makes when you bite into it." It's kinda halfway between a Kid Kat and a Snickers, it's surprisingly light, with a touch of honey. I think it would do good things in the American market.

But perhaps the pinnacle of Korean junk food is something that, once I say it, you're going to smack your head and say "why don't we have that?" Ready?

Chocolate-Covered Sun Flower Seeds.

Oh yeah, they're real and they're spectacular. I don't know who came up with the idea, I just know I'm very, very impressed.     

(As a side note, Korea is not the only Asian country to rock when it comes to candy. Japan is nutso for Kid Kats. In Japan, Kid Kats come in over 80 flavors. Yes, they have that many different types of Kid Kats, featuring some great ideas like "Kiwifruit," to more controversial flavors like "Wine." For a full listing, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kit_Kat)

It's for these reasons I just loves the Korean people. But not everyone has love for Koreans. Racism exists, dear friends, whether we like it or not. Perhaps you have come across the term "gook," the ethnic slur used against the Korean people. Nowadays, it's more of a relic than anything. No one under the age of fifty really uses this word too much anymore, unless they're really dead-set on bigotry. But I bring up the word because, while controversial, it has an interesting origin. During the Korean War, Korean soldiers often asked foreign soldiers if they were from America. The simplest way to ask this in Korean is to just point and say, "America?" But, given the obscurity of the Korean language, Americans soldiers didn't gather this and thought the Korean soldiers were trying to speak English. Incidentally, the word for "America" in Korean is "mi-guk" or, as the Americans must have heard it: "me gook" as in "I am a gook." And from there it took off in all sorts of bad directions.

But these misunderstandings are not just a thing of the past. Sometimes the language barrier is a more than just confusing. Sometimes, it's dangerous. For instance, my students are not antisemitic. For the record, I doubt they've ever even met a Jewish person. But, every kid has been to the zoo (stay with me, here) so, in class, I sometimes ask questions like, "do you have fun at the zoo?" But, like many other English sounds, the "z" sound does not exist in the Korean tongue. So, what's the closest sound to a "z"? Here, take a second. No really, think about it. I'll wait...

What'd you come up with? If you answered "j,"  you are correct. So what? Well, think about this. If a kid had a monkey fling poo at him the first time he visited the zoo, he probably wouldn't be digging the zoo all that much. In fact, he might say something as simple as "I don't like the zoo." But, throw in your "j" sound where the "z" sound is in that statement and, oh baby, that sounds like something out of Germany in the 30's. I work with them on their "z" sounds a lot.


And now, ladies and gentlemen, I have a story to tell. Let me set the stage for you. Friday night, in my kumdo (sword fighting) gym, my foot is healed, and it is the night of my initiation into the Kumdo Brotherhood.

Our hero (yours truly), walks into the gym. It's a cold night, bitter, freezing, but there is a fire inside his belly. Tonight, he has something to prove.

It is his first time suiting up for battle. His hogu (kumdo armor) lays before him. It is the night of his initiation, the christening of his hogu. This is a great honor, reserved for the warriors who have gnashed through blood and broken bones and really bad soju hangovers to come out the other side, fierce and fearless.

The rules of the initiation are simple. One must battle through every one of his kumdo brothers in attendance at the gym that night, without rest. To describe his initiation, my kumdo brother Alex had used the phrase "chook-a-say-oh" which translates to "stick a fork in me." Most people have to face about seven opponents in a row during their initiation. Alex faced ten. Of course, because everyone wants a crack at the white guy, fourteen warriors arrive that night to face our hero.

Sword in hand, suited up, the lanky white protagonist holds his blade out in front of him. There, after bowing to his brothers, he faces them, one by one. He thrashes through, taking his opponent's fearsome blows but shelling them back with a barrage of sword missiles (I know, I know, these metaphors are getting worse and worse). Though his arms begin to feel like lead and his head like a ringing bell, the look in his brothers' faces say "don't give up," and so our hero battles on.

I don't have a photograph of the actual fighting, but I drew this picture, and I think it does it justice.

After facing the lineup of his bladed brothers, our hero breathes a sigh of relief, as he thinks he is finished. This is not the case. His master approaches him. There is one more opponent and he is the deadliest in the room.  The exhausted American looks fearfully at the man before him. This is a man who, as a soldier, was a member of the Korean equivalent to the Navy Seals and who has been training with a sword for the last twenty years. Though small in stature, our hero still knows the might of his master.

The master's assault is punishing. Bamboo blows rain down on the fatigued whitey. But now is not the time for surrender, he tells himself, not on number fourteen. He has come too far. A second wind fills our hero's soul, and there, he dances the dance of the sword with his master, until he can stand no longer.


His master bows to him, and then seats him at the front of the room. There, his brothers pay homage to him, and congratulate him. He is now in the family of the sword. They meditate together. They shake hands. And then, in his greatest moment our hero takes them all out and pays for them to gets them absolutely sloshed on beer and soju, while they eat pizza and chicken and talk about hot Korean chicks.

Honestly though, people, the ceremony was incredibly moving. This gym truly does feel like a family of my brothers and sisters. And though I do not speak the same language, it matters so little. We communicate when we fight, when we slap each other on the back, and when we whip each other in the ass with towels in the shower after we finish and then go out boozing. They're awesome. And honestly, do you see those two little girls in the front of the picture? My friend called them "angels with swords." And they are cuter than a puppy sitting in cake wearing a birthday hat.

   

Lastly, I want to tell you all, I found a sandwich place. Yes, a real sandwich place. No weird kimchi or strange sauces or corn in my bread. No. Just a real club sandwich. On good bread. Thick bacon. Juicy tomato. Perfect amount of mayo. Good steak fries. Real pickles. I didn't say a damn word while I was eating it. And I didn't listen to a word anyone else said. It was magical.

But that's all for today, my fellow warriors. Now I must retire, to meditate and eat more sandwiches. I miss and love you all.

-Your Hero

Post #14

Hello Lovers of Chaos,

Yes, it's Foley in Korea Blog 14. The theme this week is - there is no theme. Just sheer randomness. Chaos. Disorder. Why, Dan? I'm glad you asked.

When experiencing a brand new world, you encounter obscure tidbits of culture and life that just really don't fit in anywhere else. But they beg to be discussed. So, I thought I'd just have a little fun with this one, and in no particular order, here's just some stuff that I couldn't really fit anywhere else. But in so many ways, these things are Korea. 

Milk Soda. Yes, that's right, my friends. Koreans are officially insane.

 
I know what you're thinking. "Combining milk and soda? Why, that's absurd. What are they going to come up with next, Cheese Beer?" But Milk Soda (called Milkis) is actually a stroke of genius, a gem, a, shall I say, masterpiece of the Coca-Cola Company. It totally catches your taste buds off guard, but in a good way, like falling in love with a perfect stranger and forgetting who you are. All right, maybe it's not that good, but I still dig it. And it's truly not that weird. Think about things like cream soda, or a root beer float - which are essentially the same idea - combining a carbonated beverage with a dairy product. Just saying, it's not as weird as "Cheese Beer," though maybe that's not such a bad idea.

Districts. Wow. I know. You hear districts, and you're already bored. Me too. But bare with me. In Korea, they don't have street signs, which, yes, I agree is stupid. But, what they do have is districts, which almost makes up for it. Whatever you need, there's a district for it. You want to buy a wedding dress? Well, they've got a street where you can't do much else. It's just bridal shop after bridal shop after bridal shop. You want to buy a new toy for your kid? Go to the toy district, home of the most fake guns I've ever seen in one place. You looking to go to a really shady bar and chill with the disgusting underbelly of Korean society? They got a place for that, too. The whole city is comprised of districts. Hell, even my neighborhood is called 먹자골목 (moke-ja-gul-mok), which literally translates to "Let's Eat Alleyway." It's kind of like the North End of Boston, but it's all Korean food and bars and drunken businessmen who like to hold hands while they puke outside my apartment. But speaking of shady bars, there's also the...

Norebong. A Norebong is essentially a room that you rent out with your friends. You can eat, you can drink, but most you can sing karaoke ("nore" means "song," and "bong" means "bong"-errrrr...that is, I mean, "bong" means "room"). It's a blast, a great way to spend a fun, wholesome, intoxicated night with friends. Except, not all norebongs are as wholesome as the rest. Most of them are just what I described above. BUT, some norebongs also feature a bonus, if you want to call it that. They have beautiful girls that you pay to hang out with you. That's right, you can rent babes. But, before you jump to conclusions, from all the knowledge I can surmount, these girls are not prostitutes. They're just so gorgeous that dudes, who otherwise couldn't get these kind of girls to come within thirty feet of them, will pay good money for their time. I don't really know how to feel about this one.

But, speaking of bongs...

DVD Bong. Using the Korean language skills you acquired in the last paragraph, you can take a guess what a DVD Bong is. It's essentially a room, about the size of a big bathroom. It's got a love-seat (super comfortable), a projector, surround sound, and a screen. It's basically a two person mini-movie theater. It's excellent. You pick the movie out of their massive library, and for ten bucks, you and a date can watch a movie, chill out, or even take a nap, if you so desired. It is totally acceptable to bring in beer and food, their American movie section is notably large, and these DVD Bongs are everywhere. I know what you're thinking, though. "Why don't people just go hang out at their apartments, rent a movie and chill out there? You'd save money and be right in your own home." Well my friend, the necessity for DVD Bongs stems from a profound culture difference between Koreans and Americans which I hate so much it brings me to tears.   

Living With Your Parents. In America, most kids after high school/college yearn to escape their parent's house and begin their own lives. We can dissect why this is for various reasons, ranging from social pressures to the fact that living with parents can be really lame sometimes. But that's not the case here. Over in Koreaville, it's a whole different ballpark. Living with friends after college is rare. Living by yourself in general is considered strange. With most Koreans, you live with your parents until you're married, and then you live with your spouse.

Why do I care about this? Because Korean parents aren't cool. Well, maybe that's not fair. I wouldn't say that I was an American girl trying to date a Korean guy. Because Korean guys who live with their parents do whatever the hell they want. They want to disappear for three days with no explanation? Fine. They want to bring random girls home? That's cool. But that doesn't fly if you're a Korean daughter living with your parents. Dating girls here is like high school all over again. Let me paint a picture for you. I'm out with a lovely twenty three year old girl on a Saturday night enjoying an Irish Car Bomb, when she says, "I have to go home."

I think to myself, was it something I said? "Why?" I ask. "Why in God's name why?"

She responds, one word. "Curfew."

She has a curfew. And she's on vacation. Really Korea? Really? And this was after she finished telling me her dad begs her brother to go out and have fun with girls before he's married. Where's the equality? Classic sexism. 

However, this parental tyranny creates the need for DVD Bongs, as most Koreans, men and women, live with their parents, and sometimes need to "get away for a little while" with their dating partner. With such knowledge, it does sour the experience a bit of the DVD Bong, because, even if you go with wholesome intentions, it always does feel a little grimy, sitting there, in the dark, on that tiny leather love-seat, wondering of what came before.

This is also the reason for the so called "Love Motels" which I think you can probably wrap your head around without much provoking.

Car Phone Numbers. Finally, something positive. After scoring a hundred dollar parking ticket during my brief stint in America, (damn you "bus parking only"), I finally found something that Korea does right when it comes to driving. And that is, parking. Sure, there are no parking places, which means people park like jackasses. Here's the plus side. No parking meters. But what if you're a fool like me, and you park somewhere you're not supposed to park? Do they tow you, and make your life a living hell? No. They came up with a ingenious, humane approach. You write down your phone number on a little card on your windshield. That way, if you're parked somewhere you can't park, the angry person who you blocked in can call you, like a civilized human being, and ask you kindly to please move your automobile. America, take notes.

Neon Crosses. There are a lot of churches in Korea. They opt for smaller churches, but more of them. Now, there's nothing wrong with that except they designate their churches (mostly Protestant I think) with neon red crosses high in the air. There's something extremely disturbing about a neon red cross. It reminds me of the Simon and Garfunkel song "The Sound of Silence," which, while an excellent song, I am very unnerved when I see these supposed houses of holiness.

 

Pretty creepy, huh?

Bow Tie Guy. I've discussed Stink Eye Guy at length, but I have failed to mention the one and only Bow Tie Guy. Who is this strange gentleman? He is a man that I would gauge is somewhere between the ages of 72 and 136. He resides at the hybrid Korean-foreign bars (on any given day, it's about 50/50 Koreans and foreigners) or the Korean night clubs. Either way, he is an easy spot because he's always hitting on girls young enough to be his great granddaughter, and he's always rocking the same tux with the same red bow tie and the same look of sheer drunken senility in his eyes. I always shake this man's hand when we cross paths, which is far more frequent than I would like.    

My Apartment. Two things of note. As a personal victory, I finally figured out my electronic Korean heating/water heating unit. Only took me til the end of December. It was an icy nightmare before that.

The other thing is my toilet seat is perpetually broken. The landlord had "fixed" it, but it broke after one sit. The seat itself is intact, but it can't stay latched onto the toilet bowl in the back. Now, for me, that's fine, I've learned how to play defense with my toilet seat. I forget it's broken half the time. But when (drunken) guests in my apartment, I usually hear them scream and fall into the toilet when they turn on the seat of doom. It pleases me to no end.
 
Funny Korean Words. Three excellent Korean English things.

1. Telling time. "Two o'clock" is one of my favorite phrases. "Dul" is "two" and "shi" is "hour." Put them together, the time "two o'clock" translates to "du-shi." Go ahead, say it. (If you're over 40, you might be too old to get this one). I think it's great. So, my friends and I have adopted the saying, that when you encounter someone who is a real jackass, they are referred to, as a "two o'clocker," for obvious reasons.  

2. Shut up. The direct translation for the way Koreans say "shut up" is "Chicken Mouth Punch." I have no idea why but it's clearly awesome.

3. Sandwiches. For all of you who know of my profound love of sandwiches, the word for sandwich in Korean is "Sandwichee." It is my new favorite word.

So there you have it, my friends. 10 random things that just really couldn't go anywhere else in my growing blog. But to step away from the chaos for a bit, there's a very ordered thought I had, talking with my Korean friend, who made me realize something fascinating.

Obama, in his education speech, made the case that the American education system should mirror the Korean. Bear in mind I am mostly apolitical, but that statement was purely ignorant. Koreans don't even think Korean education should mirror itself. The high school students go to school here from 7:30 in the morning til 11:30 at night. And the kids know it sucks and shouldn't be this way. Most of the parents and teachers feel this way too, but it is so hyper-competitive, they have no choice. Average students in high school are doing "multivariable calculus." If you have taken this course in America, most likely you are currently an engineer or a scientist.

For example, my friend told me of her cousin, who was considered "dumb" in math in Korea. Then, in high school, he did a semester in New Zealand to study English. There, he won a math award for being the best in his school. But does the average person really need to be that proficient in multivariable calc?

For the Korean SAT, you need to memorize so many dates, so much information about Korean history, so many vocabulary words from two different languages, just such an absurd amount of information, it makes me sick to my stomach. And they do it so well. And they're trained to do it from an early age. I have students that memorize passages of the books and repeat them back in class when they give me answers. It's truly remarkable watching them do it.

BUT for a lot of them, if I ask them to describe to me what they just said in their own words, they hit a brick wall. So I make the case, what's the point?

Korean students, up til graduating high school, are treated like memorization machines. Questions like "why" are strongly discouraged. My friend explained to me her high school teachers hated her because she was always asking "why?" So many students, when asked what they want to do with their lives, will usually say they want the same job as their father. I wonder why.

Americans are completely the opposite. We have a reason for everything we do. Hell, we have an excuse for everything that we do. But we're also expected to explore, figure out answers, find motivation, purpose, discover our own path, blaze our individuality, insert American cliche here. This is fantastic, it really is, but the flip side of it is that we live in a country with a lot of lazy people who always have a reason to not do stuff. And I'm not dogging you America. I often join the ranks of the lazy myself.

On the plus side, Koreans are always doing stuff. Even after high school, they never have time to stop. They're always living with family, and family functions happen all the time out here. Kids are always playing with each other. The country is so small and affordable everyone travels around everywhere. You're expected to go drinking with every group you're a part of. Hell between church, kumdo, and work friends, I could be constantly intoxicated. Koreans never stop, which is great, but they also never stop to ask why.

So to sum up - we live in two countries, one of no why, one of no do. I see no reason to memorize two thousand years of Korean history when I can pop open a history book and point to a date, but I do think they're on to something with the constant moving. No, it shouldn't be this Obama-endorsed torturous school schedule they subject their kids to, but it's nice to see a group of people that watch less than 4 hours of TV a day, which is what we average in American. Everyone's too damn busy to.

(And if you're interested, all you math people, 4 hours a day of television watching translates to 28 hours a week. Going at that rate, the average 65 year old American has spent 9 years of their life watching the boob tube. I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.)

Again, both countries are messed up. But, hey, there's good stuff too. There's nothing wrong with cracking open a milk soda and watching a little TV at the end of the day. Just make sure you actually did something during the day. Something to earn that milk soda.

I miss and love you all,
Lazy Bones Foley

Post #13

Hello Unlucky Souls,

That's right, it's Blog Thirteen. But, fortunately for you all, thirteen is not an unlucky number out here. Their unlucky number is incidentally four. Why four? It's because the number "four" in Korean (pronounced "set") is the same as their word for "death." How does that translate into the everyday? They skip the fourth floor on elevators like we skip the thirteenth. They'll mark it as an "F" or sometimes just go right to five. But I like how they have a reason for their unlucky number. Has anyone ever wondered why thirteen is unlucky in western countries? The best answer I could find was that Jesus plus his twelve apostles made thirteen, and Judas was counted as lucky number thirteen. But perhaps there's another explanation. If you come across it, let me know, party people. I love that stuff.

Much to discuss. Like for starters, did you know I live down the street from the National Wonder Bread Convention Center?  

Actually to tell you the truth, I have no idea what they do at this place. Still, it pleases me to no end every time I walk by it..

But useless observations aside, my recent stint in America has got me with all sorts of mixed up on the inside. Yes, my blood is American. And yes, I live in Korea. But my major problem is that I love both places so much, so sometimes I have to look at things objectively to decide which I like better. After all, people, comparison is the hallmark of understanding. So, the remainder of this blog will be devoted to me making sense of these two great (and sometimes foolish) nations in a little segment I will call:

AMERICA VERSUS KOREA

(DING! DING! DING!)

Spicy Food - Anyone who knows me knows that I can handle spicy food. No, I do not possess some godly Man Versus Food kind of dominance over spice, but compared to the average American, I have a damn good track record battling super spicy food.

Now before I continue, if any of my former roommates reading this, I am excluding the Talati Salsa from my otherwise flawless track record. We all know where I wind up after eating it (passed out on the toilet), but I believe it is the exception that proves the rule. Because there's nothing I love more than a good spice challenge. In America.

Korea is a different story altogether and their utter dominance in the spice game was proven to me at the 쭈꾸미, the spicy octopus restaurant. I told my friend Jasmine I wanted to go. She warned me it was quite good, but really spicy and I probably wouldn't be able to handle it. I scoffed at her disbelief. Most foreigners in this country can't handle the spice of kim-chi, and I eat that stuff by the barrel full. I wasn't scared. So we went and got some spicy octopus at the  쭈꾸미, pronounced "choo-koo-me." Was the octopus spicy, you ask? Let me put it this way. They don't have an "F" sound in Korea, but if they did, I'm pretty sure they would have named the restaurant the "foo-koo-me."

We ordered the weakest thing on the menu, much to my prideful disdain. But thank God we did. Take a look at the "mild"  쭈꾸미 "choo-koo-me."

You can't really tell by the picture, but it looks like they went down to hell and slaughtered one of the devil's minions, drained his blood into this bowl, and then added octopus and chili sauce. One bite of it and I was humbled. It's not like American spice where your tongue catches on fire. It's like a body-draining, soul-sucking, spice that leaves you with a red face and the ability to see through time. We loaded it with bean sprouts to kill the spice a bit but it didn't do a damn thing. I must have killed a beer for every bite of octopus tentacle I took. I was pathetic. And very drunk. The only silver lining was I did out-eat my Korean lady friend, so I escaped with some pride. Also, my face stayed less red than the Korean guy across the way from me, who resembled the guy from the first Indian Jones movie who gets his face melted by the flying spirits of the Arc.

Spicy Food Winner: Korea

Pizza - Take a guess who's gonna win this one. Not much to say. Koreans just haven't figured out cheese. Certain places, like the chain Mr. Pizza, aren't bad, but even the American imports like Pizza Hut are all Koreanized. What does that mean? Basically that they have to throw on all these weird sauces and toppings because God forbid you just put sausage and peppers on a pizza. Nah, you need some weird mayonnaise sauce drizzled on top of pizza loaded with seafood and corn. I'm sorry, I try not to take an objective stance on things as subjective as food, but putting corn in pizza is sacrilegious and should be a crime punishable by torture.

The funny thing is, even if you don't get corn in your pizza, they always give you a "side" of creamed corn with your pizza.

Pizza Winner: America
 
Girl Power - America is an complicated place to talk about woman's rights. So I'm just going to skip it and start talking about the other side of the equation.

Korea is often seen as a male dominated country. All but one of the major political leaders are men, business is dominated by the Y-chromosome, and if you are a constant reader of my blog, you know that women are sometimes mocked publicly because the dudes here can be total jackasses.

Still, I think women run this country. How can this be, given everything I just said? Two reasons:

The hotties and the ajumas.

The hotties I've discussed before. Korean women, aged (without being creepy) 16-40 are hot. And they don't show their age. No way to know if the girl staring at you from across the room is jail bait or old enough to be your mother. They're infused with plastic surgery (fifty percent of girls aged 20-27 have it right now and most of the rest think they need it). Every girl is in fantastic shape. And historically, they're the best looking of the three major Asian powers. There's a saying in Asia, that the ideal woman "Cooks like a Chinese woman, looks like a Korean woman, and obeys like a Japanese woman." And while that's horrible and misogynistic and hilarious, it gives you a great idea for the sheer hotness of these girls.

Korea is the Asian country where men do the dishes, the nation where men beg their women for things. Girls twelve to forty five just have to so much as look at a guy on the bus and he'll give up his seat for them. I've seen men stuck for hours carrying their girlfriend's purse while the girl goes out to the clubs and dances. And they do it all without complaint. Why? Yes, hotness is probably the biggest factor, but I think I've discovered their secret. They invented their own language, known as "Cute Korean." They basically changed around a bunch of words to make them sound cuter and say everything in this sing-songy voice that is completely irresistible. Don't be fooled, it's a siren song and they're all pure evil.    

But that's just the young half. What about the grandmas? What power to they have? Ajuma is a word for "old or distinguished woman" in Korea, and they are feared far and wide. These are the tiny old women who are shaped like upside-down L's. These are either the war widows or the women who were little girls during the war. So either way, they're tough as nails, and thanks to the war, they outnumber the men. And they make their own rules. These ajumas stop for nobody. I've seen them walk out of their way to plow right into someone walking on the street. For no reason. They don't falter. No apology. They just blast right through. They get respect for doing this. And if they're selling stuff at the market, they'll yell at you til' you buy something. Also, like the hotties, ajumas have their own language, but it ain't pretty. It's the same as regular Korean, except for emphasis, they make a sound like they're trying to hock up a serious loogie. And when an ajuma speaks, everyone listens.

I'm gonna give it to Korea. Girl power!

Girl Power Winner: Korea

Drugs - Does Korea have a drug problem? No, because even possession of a "soft drug" like marijuana is punishable by a minimum of three years in jail. No lie. Check for yourself. A little strict, but keep in mind, they've also avoided things like crack and heroin with such policies, so no one's killing each other over here because they haven't gotten their fix.

Does that mean Korea has eliminated the existence of drugs within the confines of the peninsula? Of course not. I happen to know a pothead in Korea. But such people are rarities out here. And not just because of the three year minimum. It's expensive. Usually, you only find it in the inner circles of rich kids out here. However, if you're willing to pay, you can get it. What's the going rate compared to America? A eighth of an ounce of weed in America is about fifty dollars, depending on quality (not that I've ever touched the stuff myself). The same amount will go for upwards of five hundred and twenty dollars here in Korea. Steep price to pay to get high.

I'm going to give the win to Korea, because even with some ridiculous drug policies, abolishing the serious drugs I think is for the greater good.

Drugs Winner: Korea 

Revealing Clothing - Say what? That's right. This is a category. This one is just so insane it needs to be discussed. Cleavage is seen as pure evil in Korea. Allow me to explain. Women, on the whole, do not wear low cut shirts out here. My white friends who have done such things are usually referred by offensive names by Koreans. One woman I know was yelled at on the beach for wearing a low cut top. This is not a joke.

However, Koreans have absolutely no problem wearing the shortest short short shorty short skirts I have ever seen in my entire life. This is not seen as risque in any way. No skirt is too short. Even in church. Now, I'm not complaining about this phenomenon (trust me) but I do think this is an example of Korea being xenophobic.

You see, Korean women are known for having amazing legs. So the mentality is, why not show them off? However, they are also known for being, shall we say, less voluptuous than western women. And therefore, low cut shirts aren't as much fun out here. So I think this is just a case of Korea needing to grow up a little bit and see outside the box. I say bring on the revealing clothing! Tops and bottoms!

Revealing Clothing Winner: America

Image - Alright folks, this is the interesting one, so pay attention. Image is something so important in Korea. Part of this comes from an obsession with status, part of it comes from being a country who just recently inherited a great deal of wealth, part of it comes from the fact that image is important in almost all Asian countries. But what does that mean, image? Let's see.

For starters, you can't find a car more than five years old on the streets, unless if it's a classic or a Benz or something that I couldn't afford with a year's salary. People are always dressed up, never will you come across someone not looking their best, even if they're just going to the supermarket. There's none of this People of Wal-Mart nonsense (http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/?page_id=9804). Everybody's looking sharp all the time. And not just clothing wise. I'm talking hair, jewelry, and most importantly, everyone here is thin. Fat is evil here, and that's not me being cute.

My friend Rick told me that, upon asking his students what was the worst thing you could be, whether it be a liar or a thief or whatever, many of his students responded "fat." Two of the girls I've dated out here have thought of themselves as needing to lose weight. Both of these girls were gorgeous and had fantastic bodies. One was skinny. Not thin. Skinny. And still she thought she needed to lose weight. The second was thin, borderline skinny. Her mother and all her friends always tell her what a great body she had before she got all fat. Keep in mind this girl has a body many girls in the United States would kill for. Whatever happened to inner beauty?

And yeah, that's really messed up. The judgment factor in Korea is through the roof. Perfection is demanded in all facets of life. It's not surprising Korea has the second highest rate of suicide of any country in the world (Belarus is number one). Image is so important that it becomes all encompassing, obsessive, frightening.

But before we condemn Korea as a bunch of superficial fools, let's talk about America for a bit .We're a country that celebrates inner beauty, has the "don't judge me mentality," and is responsible for great shows like "The Biggest Loser," that promote people to lose weight and be healthy.  I dig it. Problem is, in Korea, they would never need a show like "The Biggest Loser," because people take care of their bodies there. They don't let each other get fat, because they are obsessed about appearance and judge each other like crazy. And while that sounds bad, the opposite is our country, where 74.1% of people are overweight or obese.

Really? Really?

That means if you're not overweight, the three people you're chilling with probably are. And my friends, I'm not saying fat is evil, because it's not. But there's something to be said for being healthy and looking fit. Maybe there's something to be said about judging each other, too. This whole "don't judge me" mentality I think can be a bad thing sometimes. Maybe Americans should judge each other more. Not in a condescending and asshole kind of way, but in a way where we strive to make each other better people, inside and out. That's why I've always loved my family and friends (most of the people reading this), for calling me out if I'm acting a fool, or getting unhealthy, or treating people like crap, I know I've got people watching my every step and ready to call me a jackass. That's the good kind of judging.

But let's not go crazy. We don't need to become anorexic or so concerned about image we become suicidal. Just like Koreans shouldn't become so lax on their view of image that they all get fat and wear sweatpants everywhere. I'm just saying maybe we could both learn something from the other country.


Image Winner: Tie. Both countries are dumb when it comes to image.

But all that aside, I think people, despite all these silly cultural differences, are pretty much the same everywhere. The things I see over here, the way kids play, the couples in love, and the people yelling at each other in the streets, all I can think is how much this place really is like anywhere else, as seen below, with my buddy Young, a girl from the orphanage, and a picture of me downtown.

 

 

Yes, people truly are the same everywhere. But giant scary puppets are not. The picture was merely a rouge. Moments after the above picture was taken, I did terrible, unspeakable things to that demonic stuffed man. The world is now a better place.

As a brief side note, to my Americans on my trip home from Christmas to New Years. This is an apology. To those of you I didn't see, my sincerest regrets. I miss the hell out of you, and I wish I could have seen you.

And to all those I did see, whether it be once, twice or five times, I promise you it wasn't enough and it killed me to leave. If I acted aloof, or like I didn't care, don't buy into it. Coming home made me happy beyond words, even if I didn't always show it. Thank you, to all my family and friends. It was truly a (and I know this is going to sound super lame, but it really is the right word for it) MAGICAL trip home. Uh, I feel dirty saying that for some reason.

Much love all. I miss you crazy Americans.

- Overly Sentimental Dude

Post #12

Hello Fellow English Speakers,

Believe it or not, my inability to speak Korean has certain downfalls in this country.

For instance, it is not uncommon for a knockout girl to come up to me and say I look like Brad Pitt (mostly because all white people look the same). I'll say to her a few key lines in Korean, she'll giggle, and then five seconds later, we'll run out of things to talk about, because my Korean sucks and she "no speaka Englishee."

Or when my Korean neighbor who owns the sam-bop (pork and rice) restaurant on my block tells me she wants me to come over for dinner. Sure dinner's delicious, but the conversation trickles to nothing after I tell her she's a great cook. We just trade smiles and uncomfortable laughs. It's especially a bummer in this case because she wants me to marry her daughter. Her daughter is a ballerina.


But you know what the worst part about not being able to speak Korean is?

People in this country think I'm retarded.

There. I said it.

It doesn't matter whether or not they think I'm Johnny Depp. On the inside, they think I'm a moron. Allow me to explain.

It's the little things. Like when I bought some beer the other day at the Mini-Stop (the Korean version of CVS) for 7,000 won (about 7 bucks). So I throw the guy 12,000 won (one 10,000 won bill and two 1,000 won bills) because I want to get a 5,000 won bill in return (12 - 7 = 5). The guy looks at the money, shakes his head, hands me back the two 1,000 won bills I handed him, and then takes three more out of the register and tries to give them to me. I shake my head and keep saying "five" in Korean. He doesn't understand. I persist, through pointing and speaking broken Korean, but it's pointless. He just looked at me like I had just run over his dog with my car.

Or the cafeteria I go to on weekdays. It's buffet-style, kickass authentic Korean food. And of course, buffet style means all you can eat, which is music to my hungry ears. The food changes every day. It's always good, but my favorite day is sweet and sour pork day. I like to do it China Gourmet style, and throw my pork over my rice, then cover it in sweet and sour sauce. So that's what I proceeded to do. But, as soon as I started loading pork on my rice, one of the cafeteria workers ran up. She started scolding me in Korean, and using tongs to take my pork off of my rice and put it onto an empty section of my tray. I tried to explain to her that I liked my pork on my rice, but she was not having it. So I waited til I got back to my seat, and then moved the pork back onto my rice, the whole time looking over my shoulder to see if she was watching. It made me feel like a five year old taking extra cookies when mom wasn't looking.

But enough about my inability to go to another country and speak their language. Let's talk culture.

You guys remember the SAT's right? Oh man. That test got no love. Well, high school seniors in Korea need to take a similar test they refer to as "the Korean SAT." But I feel like that is slightly misleading. Misleading how, you ask? Let me draw you an analogy. The American SAT's are to the Korean SAT's as BB guns are to rocket launchers. I know some kids in America "study" for the SAT, but not like this. Students graduate high school and then study FOR A YEAR for this test. And if they don't do well, they will just STUDY FOR ANOTHER YEAR AND THEN TAKE IT AGAIN. That's right, no school. Just studying. For one test. For one year. Holy crap.

What's on this test? Well, you pretty much need to have to have memorized all of Korean history, and there's a lot of it. Also, you have to be skilled in university level mathematics. Stuff like multi-variable calculus. Are you getting scared yet? Then there's a death defying Korean language section. And of course, the foreign language section, the two major choices being English and Chinese. More on that in a bit. But this test works in the same way as our SAT's. You want to go to Seoul National University (Korea's Harvard), well then you best get above the top 99.7 percentile. And if your brother went there and your father went there, you best go there too. If you don't, it can be very shameful. Saying the pressure's on would be an understatement.

However, there is an upside. No matter how you do on the test, you get a certificate saying you took it. This certificate is good for 50% off any plastic surgery procedure you want, anywhere in Korea.

Let me state for all of you who think I'm being cute, that the preceding statement was completely true.

And as for the language test, I don't know too much about the Chinese, but the English section is horribly flawed. Not to say our SAT's don't have some (countless) problems, but let me break it down for you. I tutor a fifteen year old girl. Her English is great, dancing somewhere between advanced and fluent. Sure she messes up here and there, but I've talked with a fair amount of fifteen year olds in Gwang-ju and their English isn't even in the same ballpark as her's.

So why bring her up? Well, in her "English" classes at public school, they are just drilled on vocabulary and grammar. There is no speaking, no sort of comprehension, no understanding. What does this translate to? Well, she's an "average" student in her class. But I guarantee 95% of the kids in her class couldn't read or discuss the books she does with me, let alone have the conversations we have. However, these kids know words the vast majority of native English speakers do not. Like the word "apotheosis." No, don't feel bad. Go ahead. Look it up. The blog will be here when you get back.

But I love having class with her. She's a typical (maniacal) fifteen year old girl: she can't trust any of her friends and all she cares about is being super pretty. One day, we were having a conversation about a book we were reading. One of the messages was "you should try to see the good in everything and everyone." I asked her if she always saw the good in everyone, if she liked everyone.

She responded. "Yes, I like everyone." Then paused, thought about it for a second, and said. "Except the fat one."

And we're back to the superficiality. Thank God. 

But let's stop focusing on the bad. Let's talk about Korean weddings. That's right, I went to a Korean wedding. I was invited by Alex Kim, my Kumdo brother, to watch his cousin tie the knot. Never before have I been so entertained and confused at a wedding ceremony. Much to tell. Allow me to break it up.

Pre-wedding: So, Korean weddings are quick and dirty jobs. Everyone gets married on days considered to be lucky, and many couples flock to the same marriage halls. While waiting for each wedding to start, it is a little chaotic. Lots of people in the waiting area, moving around, taking pictures. There are only about three things you can really do in the pre-wedding: talk to people, take pictures of the bride, or look at the viewbook. Since I don't speak Korean well and didn't know anyone really, number one was out. As for the bride, she was mobbed. Everyone was snapping photos of her. She was lovely, posing on this white thrown in a white wedding dress, in this plush pink room. But there were too many relatives around to snap pictures, so I took a gander at the viewbook. Now, in America, we know most people have wedding photo albums. But they get those after the wedding. Forget that. This is Korea. They do their albums before.

To fully describe their albums, or viewbooks, is an exercise in futility. There is just too much to say. I guess the best way to describe them is to say they look like a montage from a romantic comedy. In all the pictures, the couple is laughing or dancing or pointing at each other from opposite sides of a park bench or sitting in a computer chair together, half-falling and not caring, with her in her wedding dress and him in his suit. Sounds corny right? Now usually, I would agree. I don't normally dig such cutesy things, but for some reason, I got a kick out of the Korean viewbook. It was kinda nice, kinda funny. Maybe it was because they looked really in love. Maybe it's because he's a doctor and she's a nurse and it painted a good story of that. I don't know. But either way, when I met the groom, Alex's cousin, I had to tell him I liked the viewbook. "Thank you, but it's not real," he responded.

I was confused. He went onto explain that all the pictures are digitally enhanced. Not just blemishes removed, but people are actually made taller, slimmer, curvier, stronger, better teeth, etc.than they are in real life. And for whatever reason, that made me a little sad. Until the wedding started.

The Wedding: The wedding was just like an American one, except totally different (and in some ways, better). First of all, the whole ceremony is in Korean (surprise!) and because of that I have no idea what was said. But here's what I could gather.

Before the groom walks up to the altar/marriage stage, he yells something at the top of his lungs. It's on a case by case basis what he actually says. Something like "I LOVE THIS WOMAN AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT!" or "SHE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD!" or "SHE IS MY KIM-CHI!" or pretty much whatever they want to say really. Either way, I thought that was very cool and should be adopted by all cultures.

Sure, there were a few too many pictures taken during the ceremony, but I could get over that because of the singing and the feats of strength. Singing and feats of strength? Yes, both are as cool as they sound. In Korean weddings, it's customary for the bride, groom, and any friends and family of their choosing, to serenade the couple with a song. The best part is, it's not about singing ability. I know this because, when the groom sang to his new wife, he really belted it out, and not in the good way. His high notes sounded like a pre-pubescent boy screeching. But you could tell it came from the heart, and it almost made it better that he was kind of a crappy singer.

And as for the feats of strength, there is a tradition where the groom has to essentially do squats with the bride on his back while he counts out loud and, after each number, she says "tonight, we just go to bed." Draw your own conclusions. I found it hilarious.

Then at the end, they take a whole bunch more pictures (I was in one!) and the bride and groom get shot with a confetti cannon the size of a bazooka. I am very sorry I missed a photo opportunity of that one.

The Second Wedding?: But that's not where the fun ends, sportsfans. Afterwards, there's a traditional ceremony where the bride, groom, and their parents, dress up in Hanboks (the traditional Korean clothing). There, in front of family, they act as god and goddess in a scene that can only be described as looking like a Eastern Style painting. Truly beautiful, beautiful stuff.

Then the parents throw fruit for the children to catch in a blanket, thus giving hope for a fruitful marriage. A very unique tradition for sure, and one I am a very big fan of. A good meshing of past and present.

The Buffet: Of course, no wedding would be complete without an enormous buffet and afternoon beers. So - Korean weddings, not really that different after all.

Otherwise, that is all I got for you beautiful people today.

Oh, except I fractured my foot. Sword fighting. I know, I know. But, no one said the life of a ninja was easy. I'll be rocking a neon green cast for the next four weeks. So, when you see my smiling face back in mi-guk (America) in 12 days, I'll have a little extra swagger in my step. Some might call it a limp. Either way, ladies, I promise, you'll love it.

I miss and love you all and will see you all very, very, VERY soon.

-The Hobbling Ninja