2 Week Synopsis

Dude.

I got a motorcycle.

A friend in town finished his contract and was willing to sell me his bike.

In the long run, I should be able to save a ton of cash by having a bike.  No more cab rides or bus fares to work.  Plus I can sell it when I leave.  Until then, I ride.

However, if I keep using the bike like I have this past week, I'll blow any savings on gas.  Almost every day after work, I've been taking the long way home through the country.  Cruising through tiny farming villages and past fields of onions and cabbage really gives you a different perspective on this country.

Here's a picture of the bike at the entrance to some temple grounds on my way back from work.  There were lanterns hung everywhere in preparation for Buddha's birthday last Saturday.

Jindo

Two weekends ago, a dozen of us crammed like a can of fancy salted mixed nuts into two rental cars and made the hour and change drive to Jindo, an island south of Mokpo.  When we got there, the nuts turned out to be snakes made of springs and we exploded all over the parking lot.

We had come for what is known as "The Parting of the Sea Festival", or alternatively, "The Moses Miracle", but more commonly "That Moses thing".

Legend has it, ancient inhabitants of Jindo kept getting mauled by tigers until one day they decided, "Screw this tiger shit, let's live on an island!".  It was only later that they realized they'd left Grandma behind with the tigers.  Grandma prayed to the Dragon God, and suddenly a 2.5 Km. path appeared in the sea, and Grandma was able to walk to the island.  Or at least part way to the island.  Apparently she couldn't walk fast enough and collapsed from exhaustion.  Her family met her from the other end of the path, and there was one glorious moment when they were reunited before Grandma bit the dust and I can only assume was swept away by the rising tide.

To remember that happy moment, every year when the Sun and Moon are in proper Neap Tide positions, the water parts again and there's a big festival.

We all bought big rubber boots and joined the swarms of people as they strolled their way towards the island.

Unfortunately, the tide doesn't last very long, and we were ushered back to the shore before we could be swept away like Grandma.

Waydaldo

Tuesday was a national holiday called Children's Day, a natural addition to Mother's and Father's days I suppose.  

To celebrate Children's day, we got as far away from them as possible.  A group of us took advantage of the time off and the weather and made a trip to nearby Waydal Island (Waydaldo).  For a measly 8,000 won ($5) we got round trip ferry tickets to this secluded island 40 minutes away.  

All in all, about 20 people made it out.  Everybody brought some food; there were burgers and dogs, potato salad, pasta salad and about a million other things.  I brought bread and cheese that I made, and there was an old lady on the island who sold brews.  

Tans and good times were had.

Foreigner Photo Op

Sometimes Korea gives me free stuff because I'm white.

The first time I was offered something for free was in a coffee shop in Daejeon.  Dralle and I had just finished our espressos when the barista came over, pointed at our empty shot glasses, and said, "Serviss-uh?".  We of course had no idea what she meant, so she got her friend who was supposed to know more English and had her translate.  Her friend said basically the same thing, "You want this.......serviss-uh?".  Turns out they were trying to say "service".

Tangent:

A Konglish word is an English word that has been translated phonetically into Korean, but whose meaning has strayed from that of the original.  "Service" is Konglish for "free".  Some other mistranslations are:

샤프 (sharp) - A mechanical pencil

원 플러스 원 (one plus one) - A buy-one-get-one-free sale.

쌤쌤 (same same) - Two things are exactly the same.

Konglish is prolific in Korea and can be pretty freaking weird.

I get "service" things all the time; beers, pretzels, waffles, coffees, soups and street snacks.

We're celebrities in a monoculture society.  I used to feel self conscious every time I went outside, but I've found it can actually be liberating to be stared at the whole time.  If you know there's always somebody watching, then it eventually becomes the norm and you stop caring entirely.  We stand out.  We're not normal.  We're freaks.

You should see me go for a run.  I'm a white Moses parting a sea of Koreans.  Children shout "Nice to meet you!" from city bus windows.  Schoolgirls loose their cool.  Boys line up for high-fives.

I've gone through several stages of acceptance of this fame.  At first I thought it was interesting.  Then I found it annoying.  Eventually I got upset that the only reason I'm treated so well is because of the color of my skin.  These people don't know anything about me, but they treat me like a king.  It's racism of a sort, and while it's not negative, it is certainly dehumanizing.  I eventually decided I can't really do anything about it and started accepting free things again.

This past Saturday 25 foreigners from Mokpo got the biggest "service" yet; a day long coach bus tour.

The island of Wando was hosting "The 1st World Slow Walking Festival" (yeah, that's right) and was televising the whole event.  From what we were able to piece together, Wando wanted to pass this off as an international affair, and so paid to have foreigners shipped from all over the country to attend.  

Stranger than shipping in a bunch of foreigners for National TV is the fact that they asked us not to tell anybody that the trip was free.  If anybody asked, we were to say that we paid 30,000 won for the tour.  Then they made us sign a form saying that we had already paid a bunch of money.  It was sketchy.

The bus took us first to a free lunch at a restaurant, then to the festival where we were given reserved seats.  The fest started off with some African drummers and dancers which was pretty phenomenal, as world music is unheard of in Korea.  Then there were a lot of speeches.  There was an English translator on stage, which made it bearable and actually pretty awesome at points.  The best translations of the day were: 

"We hope all who come to Wando will catch the happy virus" 

and 

"Wando is the Mecca of slow city"

We had been told we were going to a "Slow Walking Competition", which sounded intriguing, but this turned out not to be the case.  At first I was oddly disappointed (although we all had some interesting theories about how that kind of competition might work) then as the intentions of the festival were explained a little further, things became a bit more clear.  The message of the festival seemed to be:  The world is getting too hectic and crazy.  Nobody just goes for a stroll anymore, but strolls really are nice, aren't they?

A strange reason to have a festival for sure, but something I could really get behind.  

I got super excited as the interpreter said, "Now lets look at some pictures from the trip on the Camino de Santiago".  They showed this one picture....

...and then moved on to something else.  I never really figured out what that was all about.

When the speeches were over, we got rebellious and went for a rather average speed walk down the beach.  Then I jumped in some flowers.  

Then we were taken back in the tour bus to the most southern point in mainland Korea, 땅끝 (T'angk'eutt) or "Land's End", Korea's version of Finesterre,  for a free monorail ride and some killer photos.

Finally we were taken out for a free dinner, and eventually made it back to Mokpo around 9:30, just in time to make it to P Club, a local foreigner bar, where I played some tunes with the 50's band and bid our drummer farewell.

It was a busy day.

Fedora the Explorer

I've been meeting up with my friend Jens to play music every week for the past month, and so when word spread around town last week that there was going to be a big 50's themed birthday party thrown, we decided to learn some 50's songs.  We practiced together a few times and picked out some tunes, and then recruited the help of Alex, a drummer in town.  

Last week was dominated by band practice, and we managed to piece togther a pretty respectable setlist.  Then Thursday came around and I got a call from U of I friend Tim Cap confirming he was coming down to visit from Seoul.  

A portion of our conversation went a little like this:

Tim: So I should be getting in around 10 p.m.

Me: Cool, there's a beach bonfire happening Friday night, and then Saturday I'm playing 50's tunes with a band at a 50's themed party.

Tim: Sounds like fun.

Me: ..... How are you on the bass?

Tim: ..... Are you asking me to play in your band?

Me: Yes

Tim: Then yes, I'll play bass in your band.

And so it was settled.  Tim came down Friday, we went to a bonfire and stayed out way too late, had a sound check and Tim's first practice on Saturday afternoon, and played a killer show that night.

Our band name modulated between The Fighting Mokpo Allstars, The Communist Manifested, Sputnik and the Space Race, Squeaky Wheel and the Greasers, and my personal favorite, Fedora the Explorer. 

Jens and I traded Vocals, my songs are underlined:

Good Rockin' Tonight - Roy Brown

Oh Boy - Buddy Holly

Blue Suede Shoes - Elvis Presley

Diana - Paul Anka

That's All Right Mama - Elvis Presley

Mr. Sandman - The Chordettes

Hound Dog - Elvis Presley

Hoochie Coochie Man - Muddy Waters

Earth Angel - The Penguins

Jambalaya - Hank Williams

Mighty Mighty Man - Roy Brown

Sea Cruise - Frankie Ford

Everyday - Buddy Holly

I put a Spell on You - Screamin' Jay Hawkins

Heartbreak Hotel - Elvis Presley

Sea of Love - John Phillip Baptiste

Woolly Bully - Sam the Sham (not a 50's tune... but it fit in)

Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash

Mr. Sandman's Revenge (Also known as Enter Mr. Sandman)

Good Birthday Tonight (A Good Rockin' Reprise with altered lyrics)

When we had finished our set, someone in the crowd yelled somehing like, "We want Cake!", so Tim rocked the mike and we did an impromptu cover of Cake's cover of "I will survive".  We only realized after we finished that they probably actually yelled something like, "It's time for birthday cake!", but we only heard what we wanted to hear, so we played a song that Cake didn't even write in the first place.

Then we all ate cake.

Good parties end with an acoustic guitar on the roof.  So by inference, the best parties end with an acoustic, an electric, and part of a drum set on the roof.

Friendships were made, beer was consumed, good times were had, and Fedora the Explorer is looking into playing at a bar in town.

Composition Class

I don't like formulaic writing styles for many reasons.  The first reason is because the writer loses their voice.  Secondly, it does not promote creativity.  Lastly, it's boring to read.  In conclusion, I don't like formulaic writing styles.

On the first day of class, I told my composition class to write about anything they wanted.  A student named Jane wrote:

"One month ago, I went to the dental clinic.  Because I had a toothache.  I had an examination and my wisdom tooth will take out.  Now my wisdom tooth is not in my mouth.  Anyone says to me; "If you had a wisdom teeth, You know what is life."  I haven't know what is life, but I know it.  "Don't eat sweet candy and chocolate too much!!"

Her paper went in the "save for later" pile.

One class, I asked them all to write about three things they would bring with them to a deserted island.  

Most students wanted to bring a laptop.

I mean, I know this is a fantastical question, but your answer should still be based on reality.  What would you do with a laptop on a deserted island?  Update your facebook status to: 's stranded?  Unless your other two items are a satelite dish and a solar panel, a laptop's pretty pointless.

One student saved my grading day.  His answer?  His girlfriend, a big sharp knife, and a lot of beer.  Now there's an answer I can get behind.

This same student, Jun, also made my day when I asked the students to write about themselves in the present tense 15 years from now.  I emphasized that they should be creative.  A lot of things can happen in 15 years I told them.  

Every other student essentially wrote the same paper.  I am married.  I have 2 kids.  I am working hard at my job.  I am not making much money.  I guess if they don't dream big they won't be disappointed.

Jun turned in something different:

"I live in a caravan near Jiri mountain.  I am not living like other people who have their own cars, houses, wives, and children.  I have got my girlfriend.  We are not going to get married."

I literally set the paper down, looked upward and breathed a big sigh of relief before continuing.  He went on to talk about how he does not need to live like everyone else to be happy.  If I'm allowed to have favorites, he's mine.

Boom isn't in my composition class, but I thought you might be interested in an update from him anyway.  He came up to me last class and told me he wanted a different name.  I guess he wanted something a little more normal.  

"I want changey name."

"Really?  What name do you want?"

"Poo"

".....Poo?"

Then he pointed to his folder.  It showed Winnie and Piglet chillin with Tigger.  Fantastic.  Pooh it is.

Even  less related to Composition Class, here are some pictures I took on a hike yesterday.  The first is a panorama pieced together from 9 pictures:

Boom

Movie stars, wrestlers, baseball players, onomatopoeia and cute animals are all fair game when it comes to English nicknames.

In Daejeon, I was teaching elementary and middle school students, most of which had not yet chosen an English nickname.  I would go into class and write the names of my family members on the board and let them take their pick.  Soon it became a personal challenge to name a Korean student for every extended family member back home.  After covering Sara, Steve, Alex, Tom, Kay, and Becca, I moved on to aunts and uncles, grandparents (I never convinced anyone to be Mama May..... though not for lack of trying), and was working on some cousins before everything went crazy and I moved to Mokpo.

Not all students were a blank slate for my naming pleasure however.  Notably Kitty, Hobart, and Linny.  Man I miss Linny, he was awesome.  Of course I also miss Jim, Judy, Tom, Tina, Rob, Jay, Mary, Katie, Lisa, Sara, Janis, Becky, and the others, both Korean and otherwise.

At the University, either the students are more creative with their names, or their Middle school foreign teachers were more creative than I am.  Here, I've got a Malfoy, two friends named Harry and Potter, and who can forget the silent yet lovable Mr. October.  Speaking of Silent, I've got one of those too.  Politics aren't left out of course.  Ohbama (with the "h") always sits in the front row.  There's also (inexplicably) Drogba, several Sunnys, the Cashesque boy named Kate, and the student who couldn't make up his mind for a week and then finally settled on Boom.

I suppose I should show more responsibility and tell these people that their names are complete nonsense.

But who can blame me when I get to read off these names for attendance every day?

New City : New Blog

Here it is.  A brand new blog.  No guarantees that this one will surpass the 8 posts that Dralle and I cobbled together.

A lot has happened since I first came to Korea, and I could spend my first post getting you up so speed.  But I'm not.  This post is about now, in the future when I get bored maybe I'll tell the tale of how things got to be this way.

I live in Mokpo, which is a smaller city on the southwest corner of the peninsula.  

Here are some pluses of my current situation:

- The apartment has a 4 burner gas stove and there's a full size oven.  This is rare.  Very rare.  I'm afraid of losing friends to jealousy.

- I have my own office at the school complete with a computer, tv and a couch (for naps between classes).

- I get 8 weeks paid vacation, which comes in chunks of 4 weeks twice a year.  In Daejeon I only got 2 weeks, and nobody could actually tell me when that would be.

-I teach at Mokpo National University, which will certainly look better on a resume than "Good Morning Language Academy"

The foreigner community here in Mokpo is small, but active.  I've already participated in several all foreigner texas hold'em matches, an Indian food potluck, a book swap, and a hike.  I'm also looking forward to a chess tournament and hopefully some open mike nights or some busking.

When I started I was afraid the 8:30 am classes and 30 minute commute would be taxing, but that hasn't really turned out to be the case.  I'm done with work at 4:30, and I'm only in the classroom for 3.5 of those hours, which leaves tons of time for reading, studying, hiking, napping, and general relaxation.  What?  Hiking?  Yeah.  The University is nestled between a couple gorgeous ridges.  I took this shot on a hike today between classes: