This video tells an amazing, interesting story, using no words at all.
Little Boat from nelson boles on Vimeo.
I like the idea of showing this to some students with low or middle-level English ability and having them try to compose a narrative out of it. A germ of a lesson plan.
We had three Halloween parties – to cover the various shifts of children we teach. One yesterday and two today. It was all barely-managed chaos, but I think the kids had fun. I had fun. But it's a lot of work, too. We did various activites: memorizing Halloween-themed poems or songs, face (or hand) painting, costumes (for those kids that brought costumes), and my favorite, paper decorations. Then the kids would march down to one room where the Assistant Manager had set up as a witch giving out candy. They would knock, say "trick or treat" and would have to present something: their song or poem or painting or costume or craft. The paper crafts were attached to the wall. There are no pictures of me or the kids in action – because I was too busy to take pictures. I was kind of coordinating everything, and running from classroom to classroom making sure everyone had something to do.
Here are some pictures of the crafts wall.
Not much to say. Here's a funny picture I saw somewhere online.
We had a Halloween party at hagwon for the Tuesday/Thursday kids. Then we'll have one tomorrow for the Monday/Wednesday/Friday kids.
My costume is a sort of "Zorro lite" – with a fork. A fork, because I have a plastic pitchfork, instead of a plastic sword. I'm surprised at how many kids recognize that I'm trying to be Zorro – it's just a hat, mask, and black coat.
Here's a good Halloween video.
Normally I sleep for about 7 hours a night, if I don't set my alarm I'll just wake up after about 7 hours, regardless. After yesterday's disturbed and half-sleepless morning, however, I was very, very tired last night. I went to bed right at midnight. I had noticed a sign in the elevator (
picture at right, click to enbiggen) posted by my building's administration saying that that time of the year when the heat comes on has arrived. You can note that the sign explains that when the overnight temperatures are between 0 and 10 degrees Celsius, the heat is only on at night, but then once the overnights drop below zero, they'll leave it on all day. So when I got back to my apartment, given it was forcast to be around 5 C overnight, I turned on the heat in my apartment – partly, because I want to make sure it works for the season before it becomes a critical matter. But… I was feeling oddly cold, too. I assume it's some kind of cold or flu, starting up.
So my apartment became unpleasantly warm for sleeping, and at around 2 AM, after 2 hours of restless sleep, I woke up. I drank some water, turned the heat back off, opened a window, and went back to sleep. I hadn't turned on any alarm. And lo and behold, I awoke at 10:45 am – which means I basically slept for almost 11 hours. I haven't slept that late in ages.
It must be a cold coming on. Or stress. Speaking of stress, my blood pressure was down slightly upon return to the doctor yesterday morning – they said it was only "dangerous" rather than "unacceptable." So they certified my health for the Provincial Education Office, provisionally. I thought these health inspections were supposed to be about drugs, not other issues. But whatever. I guess it's true I've got to somehow get control of this: more exercise, better diet, less stress.
Right, then.
I like that I got all that extra sleep, but it kind of destroys my morning habits of leisurely consuming several cups of coffee and doing some reading or writing or something. It's like I wake up and rather than a 6 hour morning stretching out ahead of me, I have only a few hours to get things done and get to work. I've been going into work earlier than the mandatory 3 pm time almost every day, lately, and it's going to get worse. Staff changes at work mean that my class load is going to increase.
What I'm listening to right now.
The Orb, "Little Fluffy Clouds."
가랑비에 옷 젖는 줄 모른다
drizzle-IN clothing be-damp-PART line not-know-PRES
[Like] not knowing [about] damp clothes on the line in a drizzle.
“The little things add up over time.” That can be true about negative things or positive things, but clearly this is referring more to the negative. I wonder how closely it might correlate, alternately, with the straw that broke the camel’s back? I should ask someone.
Wow I slept badly last night. I'm stressing about something. Specifically, my allegedly too high blood pressure – the doctor wants me to go back. Of course, stressing about it is exactly the worst thing for it. Knowing this doesn't help.
I had an "off-line" day – I forced myself to not go on my computer until now. And I'm not sure I have figured out my new phone, either – so I had a non-technological day. I've been reading a biography of Park Chung-Hee, by Chong-Sik Lee, that my friend Peter loaned to me. It's really very interesting.
Somewhat discordantly…or at the least, unrelatedly:
What I'm listening to right now.
McGinty, "Farewell to Nova Scotia."
I only visited Nova Scotia once. I was 11 or 12 years old.
I read the most incredible short story, online, the other day. I’m not going to try to summarize it – it falls in the category of speculative fiction, and as sci-fi it’s deeply implausible. But it’s a conceit, or maybe an allegory. It’s awesome. I suggest reading it:
Standard Loneliness Package by Charles Yu.
My students taught me a phrase: “이빵꾸똥꾸야!” They said it means you hate something – the thing you’re talking to – a kind of vocative “I hate you.”
But a little bit of looking around the internet adds some information. It’s “little-kid” talk, originated in a TV show from a few years ago. And roughly, its more literal meaning might be “you farty butt.”
Great thing to know how to say.
I drew some comic characters today.
What I’m listening to right now.
Icon of Coil, “Love As Blood (Implant Remix).”
[UPDATE 2020-03-21: link rot repair]
I work Saturday mornings. It’s kind of hard to do, when I work afternoon/evenings the other 5 days of the week. But at least it means I get a day-and-a-half weekend. Today was a rainy day.
I left work and took a picture of the fall trees and the rain and the traffic. Hugok is the name of the neighborhood where KarmaPlus academy is located. I took the picture below standing on the corner in front of work, as I was leaving. The building in the center across the street was the first building I worked in in Hugok, in 2007 (Tomorrow School, which no longer exists).
I have upgraded my personality.
Not really. I upgraded my phone, though. My coworker friend Ken gave me a hand-me-down 3G Samsung Galaxy Tab phone.
It's huge. Well, for a phone…. For a Linux computer, it's pretty small.
I have to figure it out. I'm trying – but if someone calls me in the next few days and I fumble the call, please be forgiving.
Here's the new phone alongside the old phone. The old phone is known among my students as the "haraboji-phone" (haraboji means "grandfather").
What I'm listening to right now.
The Limousines, "The Future." Cool video, too.
Yesterday, we had our own presidential debate. The debate proposition was: “Barack Obama should be re-elected as president of the U.S.” They divided about evenly between Romney supporters and Obama supporters, after the dust settled (we’ve been working on this all month).
I gave my most advanced students (ISP7 cohort – all 8th graders) many lists of the “Top 10 reasons to vote for X” style, but they crafted and chose their reasons themselves.
I’m amazed at how my kids have handled this debate topic. It’s incredibly difficult, and hard for them to connect to or understand, too – they’re Korean 8th graders, after all: they don’t know or care that much about US politics. I actually expected a much lower level of interest and dedication to this topic than they have shown – I was doing it more as a prelude to the real fun: we’re going to be tackling the Korean presidential election, next, which votes in December.
I voted for Obama mostly as seeking for (hoping
for) a repudiation of George W. Bush. And so the reason I cannot vote
for Obama this time round is because Obama has utterly failed to
repudiate anything Bush did: Guantanamo still open, drone strikes are
more popular than ever, wars only wind down in defence-industry-friendly
ways, the Patriot Act persists, Bush's tax cuts persist, health care
reform (if it must be done) is in the pockets of the insurance industry
(seriously: let's compare Bush's oft-forgotten humongous new drug
entitlement with Obamacare and try to find philosophical differences),
etc., etc., ad infinitum.
There's some unpleasant irony in the fact that the Right (such as it is) accuses Obama of such things as socialism and betraying American values. To the former accusation, Obama is no more socialist than Bush – which is faux socialist, at best, though certainly more socialist (e.g. "big government") than anyone on the right wants to admit. To the latter accusation, well, I would have to say that GW Bush was he who most "betrayed American values" – Obama is merely continuing that trend. Here's an interesting thought: Colin Powell has endorsed Obama, again. Wasn't he, uh, GW Bush's Secretary of State during that most stunning of betrayals of American values, the Iraq invasion?
This
blog post at the website-whose-name-I-hate sums it up most excellently.
It seems I will be voting "third party" this year – back to old ways, I
guess – though I'm a bit hesitant to wear my politics so prominently on my sleave, as posting on this blog inevitably means.
The same blog post points to a somewhat apocryphal quote from Karl Rove, that is utterly stunning in its scope:
We’re
an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality. And while
you’re studying that reality — judiciously, as you will — we’ll act
again, creating other new realities, which you can study too, and that’s
how things will sort out. We’re history’s actors . . . and you, all of
you, will be left to just study what we do.
Obama will be remembered as only the second emperor of the new imperium that Julius Caesar – ahem, George W. Bush – founded.
O Octavian, O Augustus, O Caesar: Obama.
Yesterday was a very long day. I got up and went with Curt to the hospital in the morning, for a stupid reason: I had done a health checkup / drug screening back in [broken link! FIXME] May, because it's required for the Provincial Office of Education for hagwon employees, but then Curt forgot (or procrastinated on) submitting the paperwork from it, such that it was "out of date" when he went to submit it. So… I had to do it again.
I'm still suffering from too high blood pressure. And I haven't managed to shed any pounds, either. I continue to be frustrated with my feeling that I should be managing these things better somehow. Probably, that frustration leads to stress which is the cause of the cortisol that's causing the problems in the first place. Sigh.
After the hospital, Curt and I had some juk (rice porridge) at a juk-joint in my neighborhood. We were eating, and Curt told me that he doesn't actually like juk. "Why did you get it?" I asked. "You got it," he explained. It was an odd moment. Like a moment in a novel, interpolated into a regular reality.
Later, I had a busy day at work. And I went with some coworkers to Costco with the idea of buying some Halloween-themed stuff for our hagwon Halloween party next week, only to find that Costco had exactly 1 (one) Halloween decoration in stock. It was dumb. We bought a lot of candy, but we'll have to find the Halloween stuff elsewhere, or improvise our own (which I would personally prefer but doing that does seem to be labor intensive).
Then we had a hoesik (business-dinner) for a departing coworker – nothing more exciting than watching a bunch of Koreans drinking too much. Well, that's cynical. I genuinely like and respect most of my coworkers – they're good people and well-meaning. And often very hard-working, too – more so than I am, in point of fact. But I always feel awkward in the alcohol-themed hoesik – especially since I've gone back to my teetotaller ways, lately. I did have one cup of beer – and it was enough to leave me feeling woozy and with a splitting headache in the morning – or maybe that was just staying up too late.
You definitely learn things about people in that kind of environment that you can't learn if you don't see them that way. Which is why I always go to hoesik, even though I feel awkward about it. It's anthropologically fascinating. That sounds so cold, doesn't it?
I like the animation in this video.
Rock It For Me – Clip from Caravan Palace on Vimeo.
절약이 돈 버는 것
thrift-SUBJ money make[money]-PART thing
Thrift is a money-making thing.
“A penny saved is a penny earned.” Well, yes, the whole frugality thing, right?
I have good days and bad days, on that. Certainly, I try to live within my means, even as my “means” have been cut by about 75% over the last half decade. I made the decision, at some point, that money wasn’t the main thing in my life. But it still has to be dealt with – managed.
"i
before e, except when you run a feisty heist on a weird beige foreign
neighbor" – seen on the internet.
Sounds like a national security
problem to me.
I'm tired.
Getting into the Halloween spirit, this is a truly interesting, funny, Halloweeny song.
Reagan's skeleton is leading armies of zombies – maybe near Ventura, which sorta makes sense.
What I'm listening to right now.
Yeasayer, "Reagan's Skeleton." Lyrics:
Down in a hole outside of Ventura
low and behold, found beauty
I said I've never seen a red head come boast just like that
She said outside, got something to seeWe walked a quiet road for miles at first
Couldn't see a thing
Rattle from the dark, chills up my spine
Coming from the trees ohThat's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight
Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undeadThat's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight
Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternallyMust of passed out – when I came to I'm tied up,
To my surprise, by the young lady
And as her face grew sick her nails tore out my heart
Blood trickled down, economicallyThe laughter from the dark was low at first
But what came could call for me
I recognise the stench of burning flesh
As they began to feed ohOn Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight
Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undeadThat's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight
Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternallyGawker, horror, what an awful way to fall in love
Gawker, horror, what an awful way to fall in loveThat's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight
Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies of undeadThat's Reagan's skeleton, in the moonlight
Don't fear the red eyes, fear the satellite overhead
That's Reagan's skeleton, marching our way
Sentimental violence, leading his armies in a fog eternally
세월이 약이다
time-SUBJ medicine-is
Time is medicine.
“Time heals all wounds.” Unless the wound gets infected. When that happens, all bets are off.
I slept very deeply, probably because of all the walking yesterday. I was surprised to hear thunder. It's rare in Korea – certainly I don't associate it with fall weather. It was raining hard – the swooshing sound of cars and buses on the busy streets echoed outside my window. My legs were sore. I made some coffee.
Ganghwa Island is a very historical place. It's a large island approximately straight west from Seoul and also straight west from Ilsan, but there's not really any direct route there from Ilsan. I took a zig-zaggy bus over there with my friend Peter, and we walked a 22 km route down the island from the bus terminal in the main town at the northern end all the way to a very historic temple complex called Jeondeungsa. It had a lot of tourists. We saw a lot of rice being harvested. We stopped at a hole-in-the-wall called "Mexican Pizza Chicken" and had some chicken (they didn't have pizza, oddly) that didn't seem very Mexican. But it wasn't bad. Random strangers handed us fruit and nuts. Some of this, we ate. It was a good day, but now I'm very tired. Here are many pictures, starting with a googlemap of the route, in context west of Goyang (Ilsan – where I live) and Bucheon (where Peter lives).
So, without a detailed travelogue – perhaps just a random comment here or there – here are some pictures, in chronological order.
A farm house with a mushroom-shaped roof.
A cute dog in front of a very western style house.
A rice-harvesting machine, cutting rice.
A country lane.
Fall colors.
A sign to a tomb of Leegyubo.
A farm house with a strange but interesting design.
Exploring Lee Gyu-bo's tomb site.
Caveat: I find dumptrucks exciting. Because… of the blog name, y'know?
Mexican Chicken!
보지 않으면 잊혀진다
see-PRENEG is-not-IF forget-PASSIVE-CAUSATIVE
If [it] is not seen it becomes forgotten.
“Out of sight out of mind.” Yes, this is true. Like my blog. If you don’t see it, you forget it. That’s OK.
My 7th grade student Daniel sent the following speech (in written form), via email. He wasn't required to – he just did, I guess, because he felt like sharing his glum worldview.
Topic: When do you make wishes? What do you usually wish for?
Hello, everyone, my name is Daniel. I want to talk about my wishes.
At 7:00 a.m., Imade wishes to sleep more, because I love sleeping.
At 8:40 a.m. to 11:20 a.m., I wish to eat lunch or edible things, because I always hungry at that time.
At last class at my school, I wish to not clean up our classroom myself.
At home, I wish to not go academy, Because I am so tired.
At academy, I wish to go home, so I can eat some dinner.
At home, I wish to not finish my homework, because homework is the worst things of my school life! and it makes me depressed. It's very common life for me, but it's disgusting.
You didn't tell the send e-mail to us, but I send this -yucky-speech to you.
Unrelatedly, this image was floating around in the interwebs.
I drew these characters for a student.
We were having a
speaking class in my E1-1 cohort (6th graders). These aren't the brightest bulbs, but they're fun kids. I had elicited and
finally gotten, after much trial and tribulation, a list on the board of
various social issues: e.g. the environment, crime, homeless people,
"crazy" people (mentally disabled), Dokdo (Korea's revanchist
territorial dispute with Japan), drugs, etc.
Then we went down
the list, and I was trying to get them to describe possible actions
they, as individuals, could do with respect to these issues. Most of
them were very appropriate for their age and ability level: "don't
litter" for environment problems, "take them to hospital" for crazy
people.
But then a student utterly shocked me.
"What about for the
problem of drugs?" I asked. I know the kids get some level of
drug-awareness education in their public schools, perhaps somewhat
similar to the infamous DARE in the US. "What can we do?"
Harry raised his hand.
"What?" I asked.
"Move
to Netherlands," was his immediate and unironic suggestion.
I'm afraid I started laughing. I
never would have expected a Korean 6th grader to come up with such a
response. I would not have expected it even from an American kid – though US kids tend to be more "worldly" than Koreans at that age.
Yesterday, walking to work, a few blocks south of work.
Here are some more examples of reduplicative (or semi-reduplicative) phenomimes and/or psychomimes that I recently ran across. I’ve written about them [broken link! FIXME] before ([broken link! FIXME] twice). I’ve given up trying to determine which are technically phenomimes and which are technically psychomimes – the boundary between them seems awfully fuzzy. I suspect things dealing with mood and feeling should be called psychomimes and those dealing with taste (such as most of those below) should be called phenomimes. But aren’t tastes feelings, too? (The -하다 [-hada] are just the verbal-making suffix)
섭섭(-하다) [seopseop] = to be disappointed, to be sad
새콤달콤(-하다) [saekomdalkom] = to be sweet and sour
쫄깃쫄깃(-하다) [jjolgitjjolgit] = to be chewy
바삭바삭(-하다) [basakbasak] = to be crispy
아삭아사(-하다) [asakasak] = to be crunchy
살살 [salsal] = softly
[Update (2015-10-08): I decided to create a consolidated list of examples, which I can update periodically.]
Most dreams seem like rehashes of old material, poorly or incompletely executed at best. But occassionally something really strange comes along. This morning I was dreaming something like a crime-procedural (a la CSI). But the specific situation involved investigating a dead person's past work history at a university library. This latter is the connection to my subconscious's accumulation of experience – I spent far too much time in university libraries, when younger. But I was the investigator, in this dream-story.
I had found a book that had been checked out by the deceased person in 1979, with those old-style check-out cards, and it had a date-stamp and their name written by hand on a list glued into the front cover of the book, in that old style libraries used to use to check out books, before computers and bar codes and all of that. So I wanted to take the book as evidence of something – I'm not sure what, but in the dream, it was important, as it showed something critical to the case I was building. But taking the book was a problem – I went to check it out, and the first thing that happened was some idiotic student worker at the library said, "…well, this book hasn't been checked out since 1979, so we need to put in a bar code and a new computer-printed information page."
He moved to remove the sticker in the front of the book with the deceased person's name on it. And I said, "Wait! That's the part that I need – that's why I want to check out the book."
This boggled the mind of the student worker, so I asked to see the supervisor. No one could even understand what I was talking about – even when I began referencing the fact that there had been a murder and that I was trying to get this book as evidence. I considered just taking the book as evidence through some kind of crime-scene confiscation scheme – but for some procedural reason I didn't have access to that pathway of action.
Finally, I was talking to some head librarian. "Why won't anyone help me solve this problem?" I asked. The woman was memorable – she resembled someone I actually knew in college. She didn't even look up from her work. She grimmaced, as if to say, 'how could this man be so ignorant?' And she said, simply, "You put a crook in their craw."
I woke up with a start. Why? The phrase was striking, and puzzling. Was it a real expression? It seemed familiar, to me, as I mulled it over in my waking-up brain. I couldn't shake the expression – it was sticking with me. Finally, I googled it. Nothing for "crook in their craw." A hits few for "crook in his craw" and "crook in my craw." There are enough hits – mostly in the comments parts of websites – to believe that it's a real expression, and not just a conjuration of my overactive imagination. But it's definitely not very common. It seems to be a southernism – perhaps it entered my mind while in the military, or via my mother, who occassionally lets her youth in Arkansas show through her layers of dialectical detritus. What is a crook in a craw? It's something that bends you out of shape. It's something that annoys you.
So in the dream, I was annoying those people. And I still don't know why, as I was distracted by the language used by the person who was trying to explain to me that I was annoying them. Is that annoying?
쇠뿔도 단김에 빼라
bull’s-horn-TOO at-once dodge-COMMAND
Dodge the bull’s horn at once.
“Strike while the iron is hot” is the translation offered for this expression on various websites and Korean-English dictionaries. I don’t like how no one tries to actually translate the literal meaning of the proverb – they just offer “Strike while the iron is hot.” But there’s no striking, no iron, no hotness – not in the actual Korean proverb. What there is is a bull’s horn and some kind of dodging or evading or removing. 단김에 seems to be a variant of 단결에 “in a body, in combination, in solidarity” and therefore “at once.”
I haven't got much to say at the moment, but I found this video funny.
I stayed very late at work, talking about stuff with the boss. I think the post-merger situation isn't all good. I don't know what solutions are possible – the big players in the market seem to be engaging in price-war: they're undercutting the tuition of the smaller hagwon. Whether this is sustainable or not, I can't guess. The staff at "KarmaPlus" isn't really cohering into a single team. How does one make this happen? I don't know.
What I'm listening to right now.
Magnetic Fields, "Meaningless."
Lyrics:
Meaningless?
You mean it's all been meaningless?
Every whisper and caress?
Yes yes yes it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
like when two fireflies flouresce
Just like everything I guess
Less less yes, it was utterly meaningless
Even less
a little glimpse of nothingness
sucking meaning from the
rest of this mess
Yes yes yes it was thoroughly meaningless
and if some dim bulb should say
we were in love in some way
kick all his teeth in for me
and if you feel like keeping on kicking,
feel free
Meaningless
Who dare say it wasn't meaningless?
Shout from the rooftops
and address the press
Ha ha ha, it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
Meaning less than a game of chess
Just like your mother said
and mother knows best
I knew it all the time but now I confess
Yes yes yes how deliciously meaningless
Yes yes yes effervescently meaningless
Yes yes yes it was beautifully meaningless
Yes yes yes it was profoundly meaningless
Yes yes yes definatively meaningless
Yes yes yes comprehensively meaningless
Yes yes yes magnificently meaningless
Yes yes yes how incredibly meaningless
Yes yes yes unprecedentedly meaningless
Yes yes yes how mind-blowingly meaningless
Yes yes yes how unbelievably meaningless
Yes yes yes how infinitely meaningless
My students are writing things that resemble blog entries – my blog entries.
Here is the work of a 5th grader who goes by the English nickname of Kevin. I transcribe what he wrote, following my usual policy of not making any corrections in the transcription – he lost points because he didn't make any effort to even romanize much less try to translate the names of the places he visited (I've provided romanizations in square brackets and translations following).
exploration
I got up at 6 o'clock, Because I went exploration. I ate breakfast. Then I rode bus. I went to seoul. First, I went to '탑골공원' [tapgolgongwon]. There is '원각사지십층석탑' [wongaksajisipcheungseoktap]. Then I went to '안중근 김구 기념관' [anjunggeun gimgu ginyeomgwan]. I saw 안중근's work. And I went to '백범 김구 기념관' [baekbeom gimgu ginyeomgwan]. I saw 김구's work. Finally, I went to '서대문 형무소' [seodaemun hyeongmuso]. I saw prison, execution ground. It was horrible. Then I reached home. And, I ate bread. It was delicious. I am proud of hero. If hero not there Japan get rid of Korea. Thank you, hero.
This tiny essay is chock-full of cultural content. So I provide notes – including many links to the fabulous wikithing.
'탑골공원' [tapgolgongwon] – Pagoda Park
'원각사지십층석탑' [wongaksajisipcheungseoktap] – Wongaksa Pagoda (A Joseon era pagoda built in 1467 and partially restored by American military engineers in 1947)
'안중근 김구 기념관' [anjunggeun gimgu ginyeomgwan] – Memorial to Ahn Jung-geum and Kim Gu.
안중근 [anjunggeum] Ahn Jung-geum – a leader of the Korean independence movement against the Japanese colonial occupation.
김구 [gimgu] Kim Gu – a leader of the Korean independence movement against the Japanese colonial occupation.
'백범 김구 기념관' [baekbeom gimgu ginyeomgwan] – A memorial to Kim Gu, referencing his pen name 백범 [baekbeom] which I think seems to mean something like 'everyman' or 'ordinary person.'
'서대문 형무소' [seodaemun hyeongmuso] – The Seodaemun (Western Gate) Prison.
'I ate bread' – Koreans call pastries 빵 which they then inevitably translate literally as 'bread.' In fact, when they say 'bread' they almost never mean what we mean by 'bread' in the West – they mean pastries.
A good nationalist-leaning, hero-worshipping, colonialist-bashing education is an important part of every child's upbringing, doncha think? I don't think this is any different than, say, an American fifth-grader going to the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, etc., in Philadelphia, for example. But it's a different perspective to see the propagandization in action from a cultural distance.
