Thursday, October 15, 2009

Go East, young man, go East. Again.

Got into Seoul at 4 a.m. a couple nights ago, and now I remember why I hate flying. Over the course of the double-layover trip, the majority of the 18 in-flight hours was mildly to mediumly (why is that not a word?) turbulent. Have you ever been extremely tired and wanting to go to sleep during a 13 hour flight, but unable to stay asleep for more than 5 seconds because of turbulence? It makes time stretch on and on and on.

Anyways, I just had a meeting with the 7 SLI school Directors about my new recruitment website and business in general. I was pretty nervous going into it, and the 100 degree heat of my boss's office didn't help, but it went pretty well (everyone looked like they simply wanted to get the hell out of the sweat tent at first, but they also seemed mildly impressed with my recruitment website and gave me some pretty good feedback after the meeting). It seemed to at least solidify my position as their definite recruiter for the future. It was especially nice when I told them I would be reducing all my recruitment prices, and then my boss said, "If you have to charge us more in order to assure us that you won't sell your services to some other school, that's OK." Talk about completely laying your hand out on the table! Cue victory music and commence price jacking! Not really, but it's nice that he threw that option out there without me even having to ominously hint at it.

Now I need to get the website actually working (the model I showed them was pretty limited because my programmer and I have some work to do still), and I also will be hunting down some other schools to pitch my recruitment biz to. I have one meeting setup with a very small (5 teachers) school next Tuesday, and hopefully I'll get a couple more setup next week as well.

In the meantime, I'm gonna travel around to the various SLI campuses and meet all the teachers I recruited and see how they're doing. Or, better yet, maybe I'll just set up a big dinner in central Seoul and invite everyone. The only reason I hesitate at the latter is that I might be in a position where I have the traditional Korean elder's job of stiffing myself with the bill. We'll see.
-Jimbo

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Ivy in Asia

Well, it's actually Denver at the moment, but I'll only be here another few weeks before I ship off once more to Asia - specifically, Korea (for sure), Japan (maybe), Singapore (maybe), and China (unlikely but possible). I'll explain all that in a minute...

I'm in Denver now because I decided to strike while the iron was, well, lukewarm and expand further on my teacher recruitment business. I'll have a new website up for it very soon (www.ivyinasia.com), and it's obviously called "Ivy in Asia". It's just an improvement on my previous Yahoo pre-made website, but it will make recruitment much easier for me, for the teachers, and for the school Directors I work with. It will allow automatic uploading of all necessary files (like resumes and contracts), it will have a members-only section for teachers to network amongst themselves while in Asia, it will have a school Directors' page for them to easily request teachers from me, and it will organize everything so there's not so much confusion with the Visa and hiring processes like there is right now. Basically, it's just further automation of little things that I shouldn't have to waste my time on. I'll still be contacting my recruits directly - I wouldn't want to lose my personal touch! - but now I think I'll have some more time to spend on other things, like going to Asia and finding some great schools to work with.

More on all this later, and hopefully more frequent posts!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Back in...New Haven?

If the world is my oyster, I want to know where my pearl is! Ala "Dumb and Dumber": I got no cash, no girlfriend, I've been sleeping on a couch since January, and I'm back in New Haven, CT, America's Armpit.

Well, I guess it's not that bad. My cash from last year's teaching gig is stashed away in Korea, waiting for me to transfer it to an American bank after the exchange rate drops sufficiently. The couch isn't bad, in fact it folds out into a bed and is quite comfortable. And New Haven is still a lot of fun, especially now that summer is rolling around. And girlfriends have kooties anyways.

I thought it would be fun to see my old fraternity/squash team friends, and it has been for the most part. But then there's the whole issue of the "What the hell are you doing back here?" question that everyone asks. Luckily, my response is more interesting than normal: "I'm a music producer and international talent recruiter." Bam! While those both may be heinous overstatements, they do tickle at the truth. I'm working with my brother on his Low Strung cello-rock music, and I'm acting as his manager/producer. Obviously this means that I must wear polyester suits everywhere to go with my slicked hair, gold chains, and sunglasses. I've been working on organizing and promoting his Low Strung material, including getting the necessary sheet music and record licenses, putting up the official website (www.lowstrung.net), finding cellists to audition for a NYC-based Low Strung group, getting practice space, booking gigs for this summer in NYC, and getting the word out to radios/newspapers/magazines/blogs about Low Strung. I haven't yet made a dime, and I don't expect to for awhile because it's a work in progress, but it's very interesting/fun to work on this stuff and I know that Dave's stuff is so good that CDs and sheet music sales will be a great little source of income for him (and me, to a lesser extent if it gets going strong).

I've also been spending a lot of time with Dave constructing a 2D sound diffuser, an acoustic treatment idea that my brother had for breaking up sound waves in small spaces so as to make the room sound larger. The idea is not new, but the design is different enough from other similar models that it would be legal to produce - and much cheaper. However, despite the many hours we both spent constructing and prepping the diffuser, we literally broke the mold, not in a good way. It's sitting in Jim Sinclair's basement now, busted to all hell.

And my "teacher recruitment" business is actually turning into something bigger than I had originally planned, because I now see that I can do this so much better than any normal Korean recruiter. It all comes down to one basic reason: I explain things much more clearly and fully than other recruiters. I'm going to get a new website for my recruitment up and running, and when I do, I hope to make a couple contacts with other schools in Korea (or Japan?) and expand a bit. Slowly though - I don't want to sacrifice the informativeness/honesty of my recruitment just to expand quickly. I will definitely need to go back to Asia to visit whatever school(s) I contact, to get to know them just as well as I know my former school. I'm pretty excited about it, but we'll just have to see how it turns out. More on that later.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

One year down, infinite to go

Many moons have passed since my last entry. Contrary to what you might have thought, I did not take the blog out behind the wood shed and put it down. I wish I could write a nice long list of all that I've been doing, but that would require a good deal of liberal penmanship. Mostly, I have been embroiled in the full throes of my hakwon's busy summer season, during which time, it seems, the school makes 90% of its profits for the entire year. Every classroom was completely packed for about three months, and my life was just one SAT or TOEFL test after another. At the end of August, as busy season ended, I got out of the country and went over to Beijing for a much needed rest, and to see the Olympics.

To the right is a chicken. I saw it wandering around the streets when I went down to the Olympic Park for the first time. This was my first impression of Beijing. The impression being that Beijing has chickens in the streets like New York has pigeons. But after not seeing any other chickens in the vicinity I allowed myself to assume that it had simply escaped from a screaming, butcher knife wielding, old Chinese woman at a restaurant. In any case, I discovered that Beijing was much more modern than this initial impression indicated.

The city was beautiful, and China did an outstanding job with the Games. They cleaned up the pollution by turning off the factories and preventing half the cars from driving on any given day. They Anglicized their signage. They successfully renovated their skyline and completed their 10-year architecture projects on time, which turned out amazing (this building was especially awesome). And they cleaned out all of the *ahem* "unsavory" people from the city. Very communist of you, China. Over the past 10 years, many residents of bad areas were simply forced out and their homes taken, as I hear. Dirty-looking street vendors and their stands were likewise "re-located". I can't even imagine what happened to all the beggars. I heard from a Chinese friend in Beijing that they were just driven outside of the city and "set free". By the time the Olympics rolled around, if their was still a shoddy looking neighborhood (and there were many--a stark contrast with Seoul), they simply put up cheap "One World One Dream" (their Olympics motto) plastic walls around it so it could not be seen from the street or sidewalk. I know this, because I lived in one of these neighborhoods my first night there. After that, I grabbed my things and crashed with some people I know living downtown. It was much better on the other side of the wall.

While in Beijing, I got to see Matt Lachman and Rachel Jeffers, both of whom were in the midst of intense Olympic competition. Rachel, in the US women's crew team competition; Lachman, in the US men's drink-yourself-silly competitions. I unfortunately could not make it to Beijing early enough to see the last of the women's crew races (sorry Rachel!), but I did sneak in a few late-night events with Lachman's team. We didn't win any medals, but there were plenty of Blue Ribbons (if you didn't get that pun, then you need to drink more cheap beer). I also got to hang out with Bill Hatch for a day (surprise!), just before he left from his year of learning Chinese on a Light fellowship, and saw Grace Hsieh, looking every inch a future CEO with a pimped-out penthouse apartment!

I never did get a picture with Rachel and her boyfriend (why did I not carry my camera with me everywhere?), but here's me and Matt at the gold medal baseball game between Korea and Cuba. I went to both the Korea v. Japan semi finals match as well as the gold medal match. The tickets cost about $20 each, in comparison to the price of a ticket to the finals of one of the major events like track and field, soccer, or basketball, which were going for hundreds of dollars by the time I got there. And obviously I was excited to go see the baseball games because my team (Korea) was competing. And it's very fun to sit with Korean fans. Korean fans are the most energetic and fun-loving people I've ever seen. They're not rough and rowdy fans, they're just all extremely loud and patriotic (and they were exactly the same at the regular season baseball games and the soccer game I've seen in Seoul). They all are decked out in player uniforms, and they all somehow knew theme songs for each individual player as they came up to bat. And I don't think there was more than 30 consecutive seconds of silence in between any two cheers. Not surprisingly, it can become grating to sit for three hours in front of Korean girls screaming like they're seeing the Beatles in the 60's. It's like the Korean government requires all of its citizens to attend a cheering seminar before any sporting match. The funny looking brightly colored mascots in this picture are supposed to represent the five rings of the Olympics. They came out during the 7th inning stretch of the Korea-Cuba game (and yes, they do sing "Take me out to the Ball Game" in English), and the video is the 9th inning when Korea wins it with a Cuban double play (you just have to click the Play button, grandpa and grandma). This was right after the Korean catcher and coach almost got tossed for jawing with the ref. It was especially funny because the Korean translator had to run out to translate what the catcher and coach were spitting at the ref, and vice versa. After they win, notice the coach-tossing that they do, and the Cuban player seemingly passed out in the outfield afterward (he was the one that hit into the double play).


I also did all the traditional stuff in Beijing, like go see Tienanmen Square and the Forbidden City and the Great Wall. Did you know Mao's body is actually on display there? Like, in a glass case for viewing? You can't take pictures of it, so I didn't bother to go (does that make me weird?). Apparently when they first needed to preserve him, they filled his body up with some fluid that accidentally turned him blue. They had to hire some woman (and by "hire" I mean "pay her a ton of money") to thoroughly massage Mao's corpse for a number of days in order to get the fluid out. There was obviously tons of tourists in Beijing at the time, and when I was wandering around the major attractions in the center of the city, people would occasionally ask to take pictures with me. Whenever I saw a really blond woman, she was always swarmed by people wanting to take pictures of her with their babies. I didn't get any baby pictures (hint of jealousy), but this is a pic of me with some random Chinese dude who didn't really understand that I just wanted him to take a picture of me by myself. And here's a pic and a video of me at the Great Wall. That wall, by the way, is a BRUTAL hike! I have no idea how soldiers could walk along that thing, much less defend it. If it were to rain, that thing would basically be one big Slip 'n Slide.


After I came back from Beijing on September 5th, my first year was finished. I decided to stay another 2.5 months to take one more Korean class to solidify some of my Korean speaking skills. The class has been fine, but not nearly as helpful as I had imagined. In fact, I was learning more on my own and with my language partner, with whom I practice my Korean by describing my favorite movies to her and listening to her describe her favorite movies to me. The difference in our tastes could not be more definite. I spent 30 minutes describing "Army of Darkness" and "Armageddon" while she described very depressing Korean movies in which someone always ends up committing suicide. I have fun with it by guessing at the beginning of her stories which of the characters will kill themselves. So far I'm 2 for 4. Korean movies are very predictable. Not like Armageddon.

Ironically, I promised myself, when I first came to Korea, that I would know what I would be doing with my life by the time I left. Well, I'm leaving in a month, and I have no idea what I'll be doing, or even what I WANT to do. I have a good amount of cash stored up from this past year, so my current "plan" is to go home for Thanksgiving (maybe Christmas too, if the 'rents will let me crash for awhile), and talk it out with some family. They are a good sounding board for me. I've been somewhat using the excuse of the "bad American economy" not to get outta Korea and get on with a career. On the other hand, I'm saving significant money at this job in Seoul, and it really isn't a hiring market in the US. Regardless, I still feel the need to go back home for a spell, just to see people I haven't seen in a long time. Heck, maybe I'll just go home and get a job as an investment banker. Haha! Isn't it great that that's a joke now? And isn't it ironic that I took this job in Korea because I couldn't get the job I wanted at an investment bank? Ah, delicious, delicious irony.

Anyways, maybe this means I'll start writing more. It's fun to occassionally throw something up on this blog. Leave a comment if you feel so inclined...

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Back East, and then Back Far East

Last week, I took a jaunt back home to see some old faces and simply to take a breather from Asia. It was refreshing to return to ground zero of the fun bomb that was college. I got to see members of my super secret club (wink wink) who returned to New Haven for our annual reunion, and the aging old men in my fraternity for their own festivities before graduation. Seeing Dave was cool, too. He's still cooped up in that rat hole, Sigma Nu, with his entire room wired to the brim with electronic recording equipment, surely one wall plug away from a fiery blaze. He was kind enough to give me a room in Sigma Nu for the week; though two of the four nights that I attempted to stay there, a drunk person had beat me to the bed. I guess I should have expected this at a fraternity house, especially since I flew into town without having made living arrangements.

And finally, it was quite a pleasure to see Amanda after all our conversations from halfway around the world! Her service work in Guatemala is truly inspirational, and I hope her fundraising goes well because a lot of people down there depend on her (I've told some of you about it, so click here if you'd like to donate). She has become quite a convincing speaker, especially when it comes to giving me advice. Knowing that she holds a certain sway over me, she convinced me that I need to do some traveling after this year of teaching (with Guatemala as one of the destinations, of course!). I like the idea of being abroad, and my personality is becoming more adaptable I think, but I also miss America a little. So anyways, I returned to Seoul last weekend convinced that I would finish my job, pack my bags, and purchase a round the world plane ticket (~$2500). However, that energy has dissipated like a fart in the wind. I'm not so sure of that decision anymore. Amanda, if you're reading this, you need to fly over here to Seoul and tell me what you told me in New Haven, because whatever it was you said had me feeling good and thinking clearly for once. Now, I'm back to second-guessing the decision. I wouldn't say that I'm procrastinating, because that would imply that there is something important that I am putting off doing, which is not the case. I'm just being indecisive, and have been for awhile now. Well, there's always the easy way out: grad school.

There's not much to report on here in Seoul these days. That's why there's not more than 1 entry a month these days; sorry about that--I wish I lead a more adventurous life. Hell, my dad is up in Alaska right now hunting wolves and grizzly bears and fishing for salmon. Maybe I'll take a page out of his book and go hunt for one of those vampire deer I talked about last time.

You all definitely should take a look at this North Korean-authored blog that I found online (Juche Girl Blog). It is hilarious. Here is a random excerpt (and I stress *random* because everything is just like this!): "Amerikkka is the ugly country of warmongering capitalist US imperialism where criminal gangs of mimes roam the subway at will abusing cats and setting cars on fire. It is a living hell under the police state oppression where wickedness of the genocidal nazi international jewry and their constant lawless brawlings and jaywalking, leaving no room for joy and hope. A place where children suffer harshly under sex slavery of working in the secret Texas Halliburton salt mines hidden on the Bush ranch holding Klu Klux Klan meetings to promote hate and bigotry on a daily basis." It's like this person took every piece of news he or she knew about America and crammed it into one paragraph. I do think there is a good chance that some North Korean, sponsored by the government, actually wrote this stuff (there are links to other similar blogs just like it). Also, I think the reference to "criminal gangs of mimes roaming the subways" comes from the 1979 cult classic "The Warriors".

Oh, and I forgot to write about this funny little class comment awhile ago. To spice things up a bit during a TOEFL class, I asked my students to come up with responses to the question, "What two animals would you combine to form the most dangerous animal ever?" I got some good answers, like eagle-lion and rhino-shark. One student, however, responded: "I would combine human, who has dangerous cleverliness, with HIV virus, which is most deadly disease. Surely, a human with HIV would be dangerous." I burst out laughing as he was talking, which I'm sure did not help his public speaking confidence; but I couldn't help it! Sometimes these kids are just too precious.

Short and sweet, and not too neat. Maybe next time I'll have something to say. Until then, adieu.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The Demilitarized Zone: Symbol of Peace and Prosperity in Korea! Yay!

I need to rethink my previous comments about the reunification of the two Koreas after visiting the DMZ with my mother and sister last week. Earlier, I stated that the long awaited reunion between the Koreas seemed to be occurring almost before our eyes because of all the increased political and economic activity between Seoul and Pyongyang, and the international crowd Kim Jung-Il was attracting to his palace. It seemed last year's rash remarks by the North that it would turn Seoul into a "sea of flames" were just in good fun. But like any proper family reunion, the fat, broke, good-fer-nuthin Uncle soon gets drunk and decides to let out his financial frustration on his more successful brother for having gone off to that fancy community college while he stayed back to look after the failing farm. The more successful of the two, Lee Myung-Bak ("horse face"), the recently elected South Korean president, has a more hard-line stance towards North Korea than any South Korean president for a long time (his key policy is economic assistance in return for openness and nuclear disarmament). North Korea has labeled Lee a traitor and will probably soon cut off ties with his government. Economic assistance from the South will stop and border security will increase. So, the day after my mom, sister, and I returned from our DMZ tour, President Lee promised a preemptive strike on the North's nuclear targets should there be signs of an attack. The North expelled South Korean diplomats, test-launched a few missiles, and then shot back, "It should be kept in mind that once our preemptive attack [to preempt the South's preemptive attack] is launched, everything will turn into ashes, not just a sea of flames." I'm not saying our tour had anything to do with this change of hearts. But I'm not saying we helped the situation by mooning the North Korean soldiers.

The tour was informative, with the exception of a ridiculous tour video that I will address later. Our guide was a nice older man who spoke English, but who apparently was not confident that anything he said was coherent, so would rephrase each sentence three times so as to adequately explain his desired meaning. "To our left is the place where South Korean solders killed five North commanders ten years ago. What I mean to say is, ten years before this year, five North commanders were killed here by South soldiers here. In this way, five North commanders died at this place because South soldiers killed them, a decade ago." Strangely, when he was describing the various incidents that have occurred in the DMZ over the years, he would often refer to situations in which multiple North Korean "commanders" were killed. As the tour went on and more and more commanders were being killed, I began to wonder if Commander was actually the lowest rank in the North Korean military (how Socialist of them), or if North Korea was now actually suffering from a severe depletion of its commanding officers! After about 50 commanders had been killed off by his stories, I had to assume that he wanted to say a different word, but could not explain it, even in three attempts.

We drove through an area in the DMZ known as the Joint Security Area where dialogue takes place between the Koreas and their UN/US mediators. It is a UN-monitored area, but there are North and South (and US) soldiers everywhere. I guess this area is meant to represent a neutral meeting ground for discussions, but the tension was obvious to anyone who could see the soldiers. Our tour group was told numerous times not to try to talk to or signal the North Korean soldiers in any way. It was awkward to be driving through this environment in a tour bus, snapping pictures of the stern-faced soldiers, because it seemed to almost ruin the tense atmosphere. Each countries' respective soldiers were at attention, standing in positions that were least forward-facing to enemy fire in case of attack at any moment. I have heard from a US soldier stationed at the DMZ that they are each assigned a specific North Korean soldier nearby who, upon the order to attack, is to be their target.

We got a US soldier as a tour guide while inside the actual DMZ, and he first showed us a spot in a neutral JSA zone where, in 1989, US and Korean soldiers were trying to cut down a single tree that was blocking their view of another outpost, when North Korean soldiers stopped them for whatever reason and, when the US soldiers tried to get away, attacked them with axes and axed two US soldiers to death. Other interesting areas of the DMZ included the two villages inside the DMZ, one village with South Korean ties and the other "village" with North Korean ties. I say "village" because the North Korean village is not actually real; it is a bunch of buildings with nobody living there (top picture). The area in between the villages is a densely-mined corridor. Neither side knows where all the mines are, and the logistics of de-mining this region are probably nightmarish. Farmers in the area are constantly finding mines wash up in their fields. Our guide said they could occasionally see one or two men walking through the North's ghost town village, but otherwise the only sign of life is the huge speaker system that, until recently, blared North Korean propaganda non-stop towards the South. This village is known as "Propaganda Village" because of this, and it has a huge flag pole hoisting a North Korean flag that is 30 meters long and weighs 600 pounds. Soldier of Fortune magazine has offered a $1 million prize to anyone who can sneak into Propaganda Village, scale the flag tower, and bring back a 1 square meter section of the flag.

If you look in the background of the Propaganda Village pic, you notice that North Korea has no trees! They are way behind industrially, and have been forced to cut them all down! In fact, the only large industrial center in North Korea, the Kaesong Industrial Center, is a jointly run complex of buildings near the border that produce basic necessities (bags, shoes, etc.) en masse, and the electricity is provided (for free I think) by South Korea! The South Korean supervisors were recently expelled from Kaesong, as a part of the recent flare in tensions. Anyway, that huge flag pole in Propaganda Village is a direct response to the not-as-large-but-still-huge flag pole in the other nearby village in the DMZ, nicknamed "Freedom Village". It is not technically in the South government's jurisdiction, so the residents do not have to pay any taxes and the men in the village have no military requirement (there are only about 250 residents). As a result, the village is actually wealthier than the rest of the peninsula. Women can marry into this tax-free utopia, but men cannot because all South Korean-born men must do two years of military service and cannot escape the requirement. Just to provide some perspective on how ridiculous North Korea is, in the North, men must do ten years of service, and women seven. The reason North Korea has such a huge army is because of this; the whole population is essentially the army!

This bridge was known as the "Point of No Return" because it was the bridge where all the prisoners of war taken by the North and South during the Korean War were led to (after the war) and told to cross into the country of their choosing. Once they crossed the bridge, they could never return to the other side. Hence, the point of no return.

I tried to take some pictures of the larger DMZ area from a lookout post that rose above the entire region, but we could only take pictures from behind a yellow line, which, naturally, did not offer much of a view. Obviously the military does not want some idiot taking pictures of their strategic layout and posting them on his blog. But, being an idiot of no ordinary nature, I accepted the challenge and tried to furtively take some pictures at the ledge. You know, just for my personal collection. A South Korean soldier saw me doing it (I don't know how, he must've been watching me), so he confronted me, accused me of lying, took my camera, found the photos, and deleted them. He seemed very angry, so I was glad he only deleted my photos. He obviously has had this problem many times, and told me that I should not lie to him because he had been "doing this job for over a year" and knew how to spot a picture being taken. I feel safer knowing a valuable fighting talent like GI Joe there was being finely honed to spot tourists taking prohibited pictures.

Near the end of our tour, we got to go down into one of four underground tunnels that have been discovered going under the DMZ from the North to the South. These tunnels could each move 10,000-30,000 North Korean soldiers an hour to within 25 miles of Seoul. There are apparently many more tunnels that have yet to be discovered, and each time a new one is unearthed, the North either accuses the South of having built the tunnel (though the dig markings in the tunnel clearly show the origin being the North), or that the tunnel is a coal mine (they even painted the walls of one tunnel black to cover it up). The fourth tunnel was discovered in 1991 when a North Korean tunnel surveyor defected to the South and led them to the tunnel's exit outside of Seoul. I have no pictures because pictures were not allowed on many parts of the tour, this being one of them, but I assure you that these tunnels were not made for soldiers of my dimensions, or any man above 5'8". I would have succumbed to back spasms after an hours march through one of those tunnels.

After seeing the tunnel, they dropped us off at a tourist center where our tour group sat and watched a very funny video about the DMZ. Keep in mind, this video was shown after we had already seen the realities of the DMZ. The video centered around a crying little girl who was supposed to represent the tragedy of the North-South split. Suddenly though, as the narrator voice told us of the "amazing reunification" that has occurred over the past few years, crappy animation turned the DMZ into a flowering paradise before our eyes! Grass covered the previously deforested, barb-wired hills, park benches blossomed out of the ground, "extinct animals living in the DMZ" flourished, and the little girl stopped crying. The entire tour group was laughing at the film by the end, and I can't imagine how the tour guide must have felt watching it for the umpteenth time, but it did provide a much needed chuckle laugh at the end of the tour. Oh, and about the extinct animals thing (exact words from the video), the DMZ actually is somewhat of a nature preserve because there is no fishing or hunting allowed. In fact, our US soldier guide told us that they often see what they call "vampire deer" nearby Freedom Village. These deer are apparently the size of dogs, have no antlers, and grow fangs. Now, I'm no animal expert, but that doesn't sound like a "vampire deer" that is the size of a dog--it sounds like a dog. Naturally I refrained from making this comment to the armed man at the front of the bus.

Well, that's it for the DMZ stuff. But there is one more thing you should watch. Sarah, I mentioned this to you already, but here are the videos. The first video was created by a group of Italians hired by the North Korean government to advertise a huge hotel that they were building in the capital, Pyongyang. The second video is actual footage of the hotel. Just some quick background of the hotel (description from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0r0fM31BXKk): The Ryugyong Hotel is a towering, empty concrete shell that was once intended for use as a hotel in Pyongyang, North Korea. Its 105 stories rise to a height of 330 m (1,083 ft), and it boasts some 360,000 m² (3.9 million ft²) of floor space, making it the most prominent feature of the city's skyline and by far the largest structure in that country. Construction started in 1987 and reached a cessation in 1992. If the building were ever completed, it would be the world's tallest hotel and the seventh largest building in the world.[1] However, as of now, it remains unfinished and uninhabited.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Skiing in Korea

I missed my first day of work yesterday from this nasty cold that's been hounding me for the past few days. My sore throat has been producing sub-Barry White tones since Thursday. And throughout my classes on Friday my voice gradually gave out, culminating in a horrible 2.5 hour SAT session during which my voice was cracking more than any of those of the high school freshmen in the room. I felt like I should have strapped on some headgear braces, just for good measure. Fortunately this plague is starting to ease up, so I should be at full health for for a fresh new week tomorrow.

The English-speaking teachers from work and I went skiing together at a nearby resort two weeks ago, generously paid for by the school. As those of you that know me understand the paradox that I am (Coloradan non-skier), it might be a surprise to hear that I actually did pretty well for myself on the slopes. The man-made, perfectly smooth, fenced-in, Korean slopes. But ski slopes nonetheless! Having received some basic instructions from one of my coworkers who was born with skis on his feet, I navigated the beginner course pretty easily and was doing just fine on the "advanced" courses by the end of the first day. I say "advanced" because they were not as terror-inflicting as I remember the advanced courses being at a real ski resort in Colorado. I was right in the middle of the skiing ability range of the group. The top being the aforementioned coworker, and then there were some who were new to skiing and snowboarding. Katherine mastered the Bunny Slope after two solid days. Her fright at the top the first time was priceless. Her fright each subsequent time was not as amusing (though I was laughing inside, catherine). And Lucas, I think, got the hang of snowboarding. I'm not sure though, because we lost track of him during the one day he was with us, assuming he was on his own learning to 'board, and, when I went back to the room to change, he bursts in, drunk as hell on cheap whiskey. Fellow Yalie, did I mention?

The resort was nice, as most luxuries in Korea are. The nicest part of the resort was the part dedicated to video games, as is true in any part of Korea. Grace, the Korean-American girl in the bowling photo (whose eyes look dark and soulless), challenged me to a video game duel to see who could last longer at Time Crises, the shooting game where you step on a pedal if you want to hide and reload. Considering my video game history of beating Area 51 with a single quarter, my impressive score on Deer Hunter at a local New Haven bar, and my unbreakable self-confidence, I laughingly accepted the challenge. And, not fully understanding the importance of the pedal to hide myself, I was quickly eliminated. I stand humbled.

The resort's bowling alley was nice, though both games we played resulted in my team's lopsided defeat. Whether this flip of the bird was brought on by my having bowled a strike or gutter ball, I cannot remember. The only reason we "won" one of the games was due to a horrendous drunken miscalculation of score by the opposing team. There was also a ping pong room, which I did slightly better at than bowling, and, yeeeees...bumper cars! While waiting in line, I picked out the car I wanted from the fracas: a powerful twin-engine death cab, as I imagined it, being driven by a five-year old and his mother. To my surprise, none of the people playing seemed to understand the point of the game, which, to my understanding, is to inflict maximum whiplash to a driver who is trapped and, preferably, doesn't see you coming. Only one of the cars was slowly lurking outside of the fray in the middle, biding its time patiently, crashing in wrecklessly only when the moment presented itself. That car was the mother and her little kid. Smart mom. So I jumped into their car when it was my turn. The three of us guys agreed secretly to corner the two girls and pound them into pulp, but, as may be expected in bumper cars, the plan was forgotten after 10 seconds of action.

Last stop of the night was the Karaoke room. This is now my third time at one of these places. It's not a public karaoke machine at a bar like in the States; you rent an individual private room for you and your friends to drink and sing. Now, karaoke is a big thing in Korea, and I really want to absorb the Korean culture, but I am just atrocious at singing. Even when drinking and karaoke-ing (which is the only way to do karaoke, here and everywhere), I still can't do it. So, I sang a couple songs, became frustrated at my continued inability to keep a tune, and sat back to listen to the professionals in the group do it. And I guess the very last stop of the night was actually a 5 am ski trip down the Bunny Slope.

Not much else to report. The only reason I have pictures this time is because other people were thoughtful enough to bring cameras. I've been telling myself for months that I would purchase an I-pod and a new camera, but you know me, I've foolishly squandered all my money on hookers and drugs (am I kidding grandma?). In the meantime, I'll be trying to think of some activities to keep my mother and sister distracted, er, entertained when they get here near the end of next month. Looking forward to it!