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Archive for October, 2008
A two second google search (yes, lots of effort) turned up nothing, but these two poems.
Also, I find it sad that when we were talking about culture last week, none of my students could name a single Korean author.
On the 29th, I celebrated my three month anniversary of being in Korea (celebrated is perhaps the wrong word, I did go to Hongdae, but then spent the rest of the evening on the internet in avoidance of laundry). I went to this Book Festival, bought some postcards and noticed (again) this strange Korean fascination with Che Guevara:
What will we attach to balloons and write the wishes of children on? Of course! Che Guevara! You may remember, a picture from a few months ago on my facebook of the cds that were being sold at the train station for your listening pleasure: selections from Oprah’s book club, horoscopes according to blood type, and yes, the speeches of Mr. Guevara. This probably deserves further research.
You may have noticed a drop off in posting. I apologize. I would like to excuse myself by saying I was busy, but that’s not entirely true. Maybe the truth is that I’ve gotten used to the zaniness that is South Korea. I can’t imagine what it will be like when I’m back in the United States and can actually listen in (and understand) people’s conversations on the street. It’ll probably feel like ESP.
Yesterday I was explaining to a class of middle school people that “Eating Mexicans,” means “eating Mexican people,” not “Mexican food,” and I suddenly was struck by a longing for rice, black beans, and a taco truck taco.
But it was different somehow. I realized that while I wanted things from home, I just wanted parts of them and for them to be here. Maybe I still miss home as a whole, but it seems the memories of home are very very far, as far as the recollections of high school were in college. Perhaps I’ve changed too much and as a result the memories are not as visceral.
I’ve been sick for the past week. I hate it. I bet that kid Kevin made me sick. Coughed right on me, the 6 year old punk. I am thankful that I didn’t get Mayflower’s pink eye.
Three day weekend this week. I have no idea what I’m going to do.
Oh and it’s getting colder. Expect posts complaining about that in the future.