Caveat: me aplastas hasta el final

Lo que estoy escuchando en este momento.



3637530Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, "En mis venas." Es del album Bares y fondas, que fue el primer CD del conjunto argentino que compré.

Letra.

En mis venas hay alcohol,
y en tu cara hay deseo
en tu cara hay deseo
y en mi cuerpo hay dolor
Pero no te vas y te quedás atrás
y me pisas y me pisas me pisas el corazón
me aplastás hasta el final….
En mi cara hay dolor
y en tu cuerpo hay deseo
en tu cara hay deseo
y en mi cuerpo hay alcohol
Me gusta gritar pero no me dejas,
y me cerrás, me tapas, el corazón,
me aplastas hasta el final.

Caveat: 가르치는 것도 배우는 것도 소중한 인연입니다

가르치는 것도    배우는 것도     소중한            인연입니다
teach-ACT-TOO learn-ACT-TOO be-precious-PART karma-is-FORMAL
Both the act of teaching and the act of learning are precious [parts of] karma.


Newsletter 001This isn't a regular proverb or aphorism. It's the "motto" at top right of KarmaPlus's monthly newsletter (image at right – click to embiggen). I'm not sure if the boss got it from somewhere, or if he made it up himself. On the one hand, it ties together the mission of the hagwon – teaching – with the name of the place, since the concept of karma in Korean is often 인연 (destiny, fate, cause). On the other hand, it's a subtle (almost coded) reference to his Buddhism. One can find equally subtle coded references to the religious affiliations of other businesses, in Korea – especially hagwon. I can sometimes guess a hagwon's "affiliation" just by considering the references of their advertising copy – if I can figure it out.

I sometimes wonder how aware Koreans are of these references, and whether they make consumer decisions (such as what hagwon to send their children to) based on them, the way that American evangelicals, for example, will intentionally take their business to the "Christian Fish." e.g. 
Symbol-of-christ-26252 – or the way that non-evangelicals, for that matter, will avoid businesses flagged the same way. 

Caveat: Guns of Brixton

What I'm listening to right now.

The Clash, "Guns of Brixton."

I like the "oh-ohhh, guns of Brixton."

The Clash makes good bad-mood music.

When I was looking for a video to post to show this song by the Clash, I ran across this awesome cover of "Guns of Brixton" by Arcade Fire. I think I like it better than the original in some ways.

Arcade Fire, "Guns of Brixton."

Guns_Of_BrixtonLyrics.

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

Caveat: Hellbridgier Than Ever

I knew when Karma took over Woongjin that there was some risk that the prey would overtake the predator. It hasn't really unfolded the way I expected, but work is nevertheless definitely reminding me of LBridge (which was taken over by Woongjin), lately. Mostly it's an issue of poor management of administrative tasks, combined with boneheaded curriculum decisions and too much work load. So. I worked for 10.5 hours today. And not a thing to show for it except a splitting headache: not even a "job well done" or "thanks for working late." I know, I know… Korea doesn't really work that way. Sigh.

Caveat: Simple Line Drawing

The other day in my little-ones class, we were drawing our current story – a derivation of Disney/Pixar's "Brave". I posted about this [broken link! FIXME] last week. But in going through my notes for that class last night I ran across this picture of the character Merida, that I drew (I do a lot of drawing in that class, both to show the kids what to do, as well as to entertain them). Considering it was a sketch done in two or three minutes, I was pretty happy with this drawing of Merida working.

Merida 001

Caveat: Active Sleeping

I have been sleeping very restlessly, lately. These days, I sleep Korean style, on a blanket on the floor. This makes the floor my bed. Normally, I sleep fairly stationarily – at least as far as I can tell. I will wake up in the same basic spot on the floor where I started, which is typically along the wall of my one-room apartment where I have lined up my bookshelves. But yesterday and today I awoke in unusual positions and locations, well away from where I started. Sunday morning I woke up scrunched into a ball in the center of the floor, and today I had somehow rolled to close to under my desk. Both times, I'd abandoned the blanket I use as a sort of very thin mattress (again, this is just Korean "old person" style of sleeping), and was sleeping on the bare floor, with only the blanket over me.

What is this restlessness?

Caveat: 처얼썩 처얼썩 척 쏴아아

해에게서 소년에게

처얼썩 처얼썩 척 쏴아아.
때린다 부순다 무너 버린다.
태산 같은 높은 뫼, 집채 같은 바윗돌이나,
요것이 무어야, 요게 무어야.
나의 큰 힘 아느냐 모르느냐, 호통까지 하면서,
때린다 부순다 무너 버린다.
처얼썩 처얼썩 척 튜르릉 꽉.

처얼썩 처얼썩 척 쏴아아.
내게는 아무 것 두려움 없어,
육상(陸上)에서, 아무런 힘과 권(權)을 부리던 자라도,
내 앞에 와서는 꼼짝 못하고,
아무리 큰 물건도 내게는 행세하지 못하네.
내게는 내게는 나의 앞에는
처얼썩 처얼썩 튜르릉 꽉.

처얼썩 처얼썩 척 쏴아아.
나에게 절하지 아니한 자가,
지금까지 있거든 통기(通寄)하고 나서 보아라.
진시황(秦始皇), 나파륜*, 너희들이냐.
누구 누구 누구냐 너희 역시 내게는 굽히도다.
나하고 겨룰 이 있건 오너라.
처얼썩 처얼썩 튜르릉 꽉.

처얼썩 처얼썩 척 쏴아아.
조그만 산모를 의지하거나,
좁쌀 같은 작은 섬, 손뼉만한 땅을 가지고,
고 속에 있어서 영악한 체를,
부리면서, 나 혼자 거룩하다 하는 자,
이리 좀 오너라, 나를 보아라.
처얼썩 처얼썩 튜르릉 꽉.

처얼썩 처얼썩 척 쏴아아.
나의 짝 될 이는 하나 있도다.
크고 길고 넓게 뒤덮은 바 저 푸른 하늘.
저것은 우리와 틀림이 없어,
작은 시비, 작은 쌈, 온갖 모든 더러운 것 없도다.
조따위 세상에 조 사람처럼.
처얼썩 처얼썩 튜르릉 꽉.

처얼썩 처얼썩 척 쏴아아.
저 세상 저 사람 모두 미우나,
그 중에서 똑 하나 사랑하는 일이 있으니,
담 크고 순진한 소년배(少年輩)들이,
재롱처럼 귀엽게 나의 품에 와서 안김이로다.
오너라 소년배 입 맞춰 주마.
처얼썩 처얼썩 튜르릉 꽉.
    
Choinamseon02141999120300105130_001– 최남선 (1890 ~ 1957)

From the Sun to a Boy

Splash, Splash, Splat, Swash.
Beat, Break, Destroy
"Mountains as high as heaven, Rocks as big as a house
What is it to me, What is that to me
Do you not know my might" – bellowed the Sun
Beat, Break, Destroy
Splash, Splash, Splat, Smash, Boom.

Splash, Splash, Splat, Swash.
"I fear nothing in this world.
The mighty and the powerful of this world,
They all shrivel before me.
The great machineries, how great they are, are no equal to me."
"To me, To me, Before me"
Splash, Splash, Splat, Smash, Boom.

Splash, Splash, Splat, Swash.
"If there was a man who has the courage to not prostrate before me,
Come out before me.
Qin Shi Huang, Napoleon – are you the one.
Even you have bowed before me.
Anyone who can wrestle with me – Come."
Splash, Splash, Splat, Smash, Boom.

Splash, Splash, Splat, Swash.
"You, with your small mounts,
You, with your small isles and lands,
You, who are so satisfied by your own intellect
You, who are conceited with self-righteousness,
Come before me and behold."
Splash, Splash, Splat, Smash, Boom.

Splash, Splash, Splat, Swash.
"In this world, there is only one thing that is worthy to be my companion.
The Blue Sky – who covers this world with all its splendor.
No doubt it is our equal,
As it is not corrupted by those small quarrels, small fights, and all the smears
Of that world and the people who occupy it.
Splash, Splash, Splat, Smash, Boom.

Splash, Splash, Splat, Swash.
Among that wretched world and all those hateful people,
There is one thing I love.
It is when those innocent boys with their great dreams
Come into my bosom.
Come, boys. And I'll greet you with all my love.
Splash, Splash, Splat, Smash, Boom.
    - Choe Namseon (1890 ~ 1957)

[Translation by Jae Paek, found at his blog, for which I will express thanks and due credit.]


3_copyI've been reading the third volume (cover at right) of the history of Korea that I've been working on ([broken link! FIXME] first and [broken link! FIXME] second volumes completed). The author, Han Young Woo, says that the above poem by Choe Namseon "was the first modern-style poem ever written in Korea." So I found it online, and read it.

I definitely agree with his assessment of its modernism. It reminds me, vaguely, of Huidobro, for some reason. I can't be certain it is, in fact, the first, but it certainly was early. I really like the onomatopoeia.

Caveat: 겉똑똑이

겉똑똑이
surface-smart-person
A person smart on the surface.

Some site had this as "Penny wise, pound foolish." I suppose a person behaving that way is a superficially smart person. But I don't see the specific link to that English proverb – it really just seems to mean exactly what it says: a superficially smart person.

I'm worrying about if I should go to the dentist. But last week when I had time one morning I didn't think about it – I hate going to the dentist.

Caveat: The Mysteries of Motivation

I was talking to a student in hallway. I happen to think this student is somewhat smart, but she doesn't try very hard, and she gets low scores on tests and such.

She had impressed me, a while back, with a speech in one of my new intermediate-level debate classes which she'd penciled on some scrap paper in class in the few minutes before it was required. The speech was entirely compatible – in clarity, understanding and detail – with speeches the other students in the class had spent the last several weeks preparing (writing essays as homework and getting my feedback on them), but she'd done it in the few minutes before giving the speech.

I have a long history with this student, too – she was one of the elementary students I taught at LBridge, in 2009. I remember thinking the same thing about her then: a kind of stealth intellectual, under a facade of lazy, dumb teenager.

I asked her why she pretended to have lower ability in English than she really did. I can't remember exactly how I phrased the question, but this is a level of discourse that most students nominally at her level wouldn't even understand, in English. She just shrugged, and said "It's easier."

Following a hunch, I asked, "You understand everything I say, but you pretend not to?"

"That's right." She grinned sheepishly and sauntered away.

Sigh.

Caveat: Crazy Uncle Neighbor

516222-aust-condemns-north-korea-nuclear-testWell, I've lived in South Korea during most of North Korea's nuclear career. They tested another one.

Each time they do one of these tests, I can't help but reflect for a moment how bizarre the whole thing is – South Korea is this prosperous, moderately well-adjusted OECD member nation, but they have this neighbor, you see… a crazy uncle, no less, who throws rocks at passing cars and sits in his yard playing with his gun collection and shooting targets in his kitchen. Further, everyone knows he beats his children and locks them in the basement, and he comes around asking for handouts every few months because he's run out of money.

What do you do with a crazy uncle neighbor like that?

Caveat: Closed On The Day After Lunar New Year

I went into the city today. It was bright and sunny but very cold.

Today was the last day of my Lunar New Year holiday for which I have been doing absolutely nothing interesting. I met my friend Peter and we went to the big Kyobo bookstore at Gwanghwamun, where I bought some books to read – 2 history books: why am I so into reading history these days?

I was craving pseudo-Mexican for lunch, so we walked over to this place I know about. But the pseudo-Mexican joint along Jongno was closed.  Who ever heard of a pseudo-Mexican joint closed for the day after Lunar New Year?

Seoul 001

So Peter and I had pizza and talked for a few hours. He has a plan to hike the length of Korea after his contract runs out. I am full of admiration and jealousy over this plan.

Caveat: Abel et Caïn

Abel et Caïn


I


Race d'Abel, dors, bois et mange;


Dieu te sourit complaisamment.


Race de Caïn, dans la fange


Rampe et meurs misérablement.


Race d'Abel, ton sacrifice


Flatte le nez du Séraphin!


Race de Caïn, ton supplice


Aura-t-il jamais une fin?


Race d'Abel, vois tes semailles


Et ton bétail venir à bien;


Race de Caïn, tes entrailles


Hurlent la faim comme un vieux chien.


Race d'Abel, chauffe ton ventre


À ton foyer patriarcal;


Race de Caïn, dans ton antre


Tremble de froid, pauvre chacal!


Race d'Abel, aime et pullule!


Ton or fait aussi des petits.


Race de Caïn, coeur qui brûle,


Prends garde à ces grands appétits.


Race d'Abel, tu croîs et broutes


Comme les punaises des bois!


Race de Caïn, sur les routes


Traîne ta famille aux abois.


II


Ah! race d'Abel, ta charogne


Engraissera le sol fumant!


Race de Caïn, ta besogne


N'est pas faite suffisamment;


Race d'Abel, voici ta honte:


Le fer est vaincu par l'épieu!


Race de Caïn, au ciel monte,


Et sur la terre jette Dieu!

Charles Baudelaire

I once wrote part of a novella on the topic of Cain and Abel. I didn't finish it, but I had titled it "The Open Country" – this was because the version of the Bible that I read all the way through for my Old and New Testament classes in college was the modern New English Bible translation (1970), which renders the first part of Genesis 4:8 as "Cain said to his brother Abel, 'Let us go into the open country.'"   This is not, actually, the most accepted translation of this verse, which is more commonly rendered "Let's go out to the field." But that latter sounds so prosaic – while the NEB version resonated with me – to such an extent that it became the germ of a story that still sticks with me to this day.

Caveat: Perigrinations, Conspiracies and Consolations

Persiles500I spent the day working on my reading. I'm getting ready to write some kind of a post about my efforts with trying to read Michael Nerlich's El Persiles Descodificado (which is the Spanish translation of his brilliant work in the original French, Le Persiles décodé). It's dense going – I can spend several hours on only a few pages of this book, which is about 700 pages plus indices and bibliography. I want to do something with it, though. I once noted that Nerlich's book was, in some respects, the PhD thesis that I was intending to write about Cervantes' [broken link! FIXME] Persiles before I dropped out of grad school. So I was relieved, in a way, to find that the book had already been written. It removed from me the burden to do it. Of course, there was a modicum of academic jealousy, blended into that. Is there name for that kind of emotion – relief and mild, intellectual jealousy? – there should be.

So what am I going to write, that will be more than what I just wrote? I want to try to write a summary of my thesis idea, maybe: as it's evolved in the last half decade, or so, since I last attempted to work on [broken link! FIXME] it in around 2005.

Meanwhile, speaking of conspiracies and apophenia (wait, I was speaking about [broken link! FIXME] apophenia?), I found this hilarious website that randomly composes conspiracy theories. I spent some hours on it, learning, for example, that the pope is involved in poisoning people using radioactive isotopes manufactured by IBM on secret bases in Roswell, New Mexico. Get it? It's not unlike the other random text generators I've [broken link! FIXME] found before – but because of the inherent incoherence of conspiracy theories, it works perfectly.

I spent the day having a kind of obsessively Radiohead-centered listening experience. I come away from that further convinced (as I've been convinced, [broken link! FIXME] before) that Radiohead is one of the awesomest musical groups imaginable. Not only is their music great, but they aren't pirate-paranoid – I can download whatever I like, easily. The consequence of this is that I've donated more to the group on their website, over the years, than I've spent on more locked-down music of similar quality. OK, that's enough of a rant, on that.

What I'm listening to right now.



Radiohead, "Karma Police." Multiple ironies. Yes.

The lyrics.

Karma police
Arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio

Karma police
Arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo
Is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
When you mess with us

Karma police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll

This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
When you mess with us

For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself

For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself

Caveat: 설

행복하고 마음 훈훈한 설 되시고 생각하는 대로 모든 것 이루시는 새해 되실겁니다.

That was the text message from my boss for this Lunar New Year's Day. It's a kind sentiment, but grammatically it's monstrous. Roughly: "May you have a new year in which you accomplish everything, as soon as you think to have a warm-hearted and happy New Year's Day." Which is to say, positive thoughts on this day will ensure success throughout the year. Maybe.

Caveat: Chile in My Rearview Mirror


I See Chile in My Rearview Mirror

By dark the world is once again intact,
Or so the mirrors, wiped clean, try to reason. . .
                                       –James Merrill

This dream of water–what does it harbor?
I see Argentina and Paraguay
under a curfew of glass, their colors
breaking, like oil. The night in Uruguay

is black salt. I'm driving toward Utah,
keeping the entire hemisphere in view–
Colombia vermilion, Brazil blue tar,
some countries wiped clean of color: Peru

is titanium white. And always oceans
that hide in mirrors: when beveled edges
arrest tides or this world's destinations
forsake ships. There's Sedona, Nogales

far behind. Once I went through a mirror–
from there too the world, so intact, resembled
only itself. When I returned I tore
the skin off the glass. The sea was unsealed

by dark, and I saw ships sink off the coast
of a wounded republic. Now from a blur
of tanks in Santiago, a white horse
gallops, riderless, chased by drunk soldiers

in a jeep; they're firing into the moon.
And as I keep driving in the desert,
someone is running to catch the last bus, men
hanging on to its sides. And he's missed it.

He is running again; crescents of steel
fall from the sky. And here the rocks
are under fog, the cedars a temple,
Sedona carved by the wind into gods–

each shadow their worshiper. The siren
empties Santiago; he watches
–from a hush of windows–blindfolded men
blurred in gleaming vans. The horse vanishes

into a dream. I'm passing skeletal
figures carved in 700 B.C.
Whoever deciphers these canyon walls
remains forsaken, alone with history,

no harbor for his dream. And what else will
this mirror now reason, filled with water?
I see Peru without rain, Brazil
without forests–and here in Utah a dagger

of sunlight: it's splitting–it's the summer
solstice–the quartz center of a spiral.
Did the Anasazi know the darker
answer also–given now in crystal

by the mirrored continent? The solstice,
but of winter? A beam stabs the window,
diamonds him, a funeral in his eyes.
In the lit stadium of Santiago,

this is the shortest day. He's taken there.
Those about to die are looking at him,
his eyes the ledger of the disappeared.
What will the mirror try now? I'm driving,

still north, always followed by that country,
its floors ice, its citizens so lovesick
that the ground–sheer glass–of every city
is torn up. They demand the republic

give back, jeweled, their every reflection.
They dig till dawn but find only corpses.
He has returned to this dream for his bones.
The waters darken. The continent vanishes.

Agha Shahid Ali

I like this poem. A continental, geographical dream, of the sort I sometimes have.

What I'm listening to right now.



David Bowie, "Andy Warhol." This song takes me back to college.

Here's an image (found online) of Valdivia, Chile, where I lived for 6 months in 1994.


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Caveat: Puppet Has Puppet

Is it just because I've been reading Cervantes that this strikes me as profound?

I had a 2nd grade student, Anna, who explained to me: "Puppet Has Puppet." The story…

We have been using puppets, to do a role play, in class. The story is a variation on the infamous Little Red Riding Hood. But my collection of puppets doesn't include wolves or little girls or grandmas. So I had the innovative idea of making "costumes" for the puppets, and the kids are loving it. It's a long process, that we're doing every Thursday class.

So there are some side-characters, not part of the classic folktale but included in this version, including a Snail and a Butterfly that Little Red Riding Hood meet on her way through the forest. We were trying to solve the problem of which puppets would "play" these two roles and we made some cut-outs of cloth to represent the Snail and the Butterfly. Then Anna attached the two cut-outs to a wombat-puppet's "hands" and announced her breakthrough observation: "puppet has puppet."

Brilliant.

Here's a picture I snapped – in the staffroom (in front of the distracting bulletin board – sorry) – of the wombat puppet with snail and butterfly puppets attached to its hands. The snail is on the left, the butterfly is on the right. The wombat is wearing a "dress" (more like a cape) because it also plays the role of grandma.

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Caveat: 까마귀 날자 배 떨어 진다

Notme
까마귀 날자 배 떨어 진다
crow fly-WHEN pear shake-down-INF-PASS-PRES
When the crow flies off the pear falls down.

This is actually about false correlation – mistaking coincidence for causality. This is highly interesting to me, and I like crows and I like pears and I like the zen-koan sound of this proverb. I've made it my new status message on Kakaotalk. Kakaotalk is Korea's ubiquitous instant messenger service that I use on my phone now, mostly to answer the singular question: "teacher, whats the homework?"

I've meditated on false correlation a great deal. There's a name for it, in philosophy: [broken link! FIXME] apophenism.

Caveat: Hades

Last night, I
dreamed I was in Hades. Hades was a windowless library with infinite
stacks and poor lighting. There were dead people around, and one was
advised not to "listen" to them too much. But everyone eventually ends
up listening to the dead people, and their neverending litanies of
frustration, complaint, anger, despair.

One eventually realizes one is
dead, too, in the style of Pedro Páramo.

Caveat: changing lives, one operating system at a time…

It’s always amazing to hear from former students. I received the following email from a former student, the other day.

Dear teacher Jared Way

Hello, my name is ___ and I am a high school student now in Korea.

Why I decided to send this message to you is to express my thankfulness to you.


I was an elementary school student maybe 5 years ago, and I still
remember that you have taught me english in academy for quite long time.


Why I still remember you is because (maybe I’m not sure if you will remember me) of the story thay you have told us.


One day you told me that in America, about 70% use Windows as an
personal OS, but in Korea almost 99.99% use Windows just as monopoly.


And you told us about another operating system called ‘Linux’.


I was curious, and I searched over the internet to install Linux on my
computer, but it was too hard for me. So I asked you what kind of Linux I
have to install, and you told me that Ubuntu will be fine. And also
you’ve kindly print some installation manual to me and explained how it
will works, and how to install.


After I have succeeded to install Ubuntu on my computer as a multi-boot,
I still remember that you told other teachers thay I’m really good at
computer! And I also remember thay I have asked some Greek words to you
because i was also interested im Greek language.


Anyway, you gave me an worthy experience to Ubuntu as young, and from that on, I’ve tried to use Ubuntu everyday.


So,,,, now I’m now in “Daegu Science High School”, a school for students
talented in Science, and mathematics, of course still use Ubuntu in my
laptop : )


Because I have experienced Ubuntu when I was young, I could learn many
computer knowledge and my information science teacher in school asked me
to make an lecture resources about Ubuntu and Linux. Also my
information science report on first semester was “Usage of Ubuntu as an
operating system in science high school, and reaserch the relativity
between Android” which I got highest grade, and help me to get ‘A’ in
total.


So, I was always thankful to you to give such a great experience but
cannot,,, but I thought that i must do, and found your homepage and now
writing this long letter.


So, thanks for reading this long long letter, and I hope we could talk each other more by letter or phone in advance  🙂


So thank you teacher Jared, and I’ll wait for your reply~


26 January, 2013

I was very flattered. Daegu Science High School is very prestigious, too. I sometimes see my sharing these kinds of messages here in my blog as seeming overly self-centered or self-promotional, but it’s one of the reasons I like teaching – that knowledge, that comes back, sometimes years later, that I’ve maybe made a difference in someone’s life.
The email has some irony, as my own work with Ubuntu Linux ended not long after having apparently evangelized this student – I gave up on Linux, for the most part, in 2009 – it was too difficult to get Linux to behave in its interactions with typical walled-garden Korean internet, for one thing (e.g. Korea’s ActiveX addiction). But the smart phone / Android world created by Samsung is changing this, finally (and fast). Perhaps if I was using Linux, now, I’d have less frustration.


Unrelatedly, here is a picture from walking to work yesterday, from near the same spot where I took the [broken link! FIXME] mist/rain picture the other day.
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Caveat: قلب

The thing about computer programming languages is that they're all weird subsets of English, basically (BASICally?).

This was always both interesting and disturbing to me, as a linguist. I have been fascinated by the idea of possible alternatives to that Engish hegemony. Finally, someone is doing something about it – not that it will go anywhere. Some guy is making a programming language based on Arabic, called قلب [qlb i.e. qalab? = heart, core] – here's an article about it at The Reg.

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This pleases me both as a linguist and as a former computer nerd. I wish this project the best of luck.

Caveat: Bluesky Results

I ran across this image at The Atlantic.

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Our bluesky future, prefigured in Beijing – there's something bladerunnerish about it, innit? I think some of the crappy weather here in Ilsan has been a result of eastward-drifting Beijing smog – it's only a few hundred miles west of here, after all.

Unrelated, there's a website for a magazine called The Journal of Irreproducible Results
(which I'd never heard of before). A satirical work, no doubt. I'm
annoyed that they don't have more content online – subscribing to the
paper magazine seems way too old school for my current lifestyle. They
did have an intresting graph, called "All theories proven with one graph."

Caveat: Taking Umbrellage

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Here is a picture of some mist or rain along Gangseonno, walking to work earlier today.

My umbrella broke. How many umbrellas have I broken?

I am a child of the redwoods – of the perpetual dim winter rains of California's far northwest. It is a place where, like in the Pacific Northwest in general, it rains so much that the inhabitants take a dim view of umbrellas as being strictly for visitors and for the weak-souled. Umbrellas are an alien custom. Use an umbrella? Why bother?

I never used an umbrella until I came to Korea. But here in Korea, if you walk in the rain without an umbrella, you might as well be walking down the street naked. People will look at you in alarm, and they will express concern about your mental health. Your friends and acquaintances will insist you're taking your life into your hands by going without an umbrella in even the lightest sprinkle. People in Korea open umbrellas when the sky is gray. And that's setting aside the class of people who open umbrellas when it's sunny, too, because the sun is nearly as fearsome as the rain.

So living in Korea, I decided it's better to just use an umbrella, to avoid the solicitous and saccharine advice of friends or strangers. It wards off overreactions. Sadly, a cheap Chinese-made umbrella doesn't live very long: maybe a dozen or so deployments before a rib breaks. Further, I've found zero correlation between price and life-span: a $30 umbrella lasts the same as a $5 umbrella. So I buy $5 umbrellas at the 7-11 or other convenience store. Frequently. It feels like wasteful consumerism. If someone could tell me what sort (i.e. brand) of umbrella doesn't die after a dozen uses, I would buy it, and not be such a "throwaway" consumer – but I have no idea where or what.

Caveat: Passive-Aggression In Blog Form

I felt annoyed yesterday. My boss asked me if I was doing OK, lately. I'm sure the fact that I'm not very happy with work or with life isn't entirely hidden – I do pretty well at keeping a positive face in the classroom, but I'm not so good at staying positive in the staffroom.

I told the truth – I generally do to such direct questions. But his reaction wasn't to ask what's wrong. He said something to the effect of "well, you can't be happy unless you try to be happy." I'm paraphrasing – I can't recall his exact words. Coming from a friend, this would be OK. Especially since it's a life-philosophy that I've probably bounced out to those around me, too. Not to mention certain things I've said or observed in This Here Blog Thingy.

But coming from my boss, it was a bit annoying. Why? Because it seems like as a boss (as opposed to as a friend), he should take in interest in the possible work-related causes of my unhappiness. Which is to say, although there are other causes for my current unhappiness, work is nevertheless contributing its fair share, and I would expect my boss to wonder what those causes might be. Hmm.

This is a very passive-aggressive rant, and I'm not sure if I'll be glad if someone from work reads this, or mortified. But I'll just write it and see, I guess. Heh.

Caveat: The Drama Of The White Down Feather

This is a completely true story.

Imagine there is a classroom full of eighth-graders – Korean eighth-graders, attending a typical Korean evening English class. There is a girl, who is named Shy But Intelligent Girl, giving an interminably long, well-written but painfully-delivered speech.

Meanwhile, there is boy sitting in the front row who is named Oblivious Boy. He already gave his speech, so he is relaxed: he is on the verge of dozing off, even. Oblivious Boy is pretty handsome, in a KPop sort of way, and the girls seem a little bit intimidated by him, which in 14-year-olds tends to come off more as a dismissiveness, in their mannerisms.

Unfortunately, Oblivious Boy is wearing a black sweater, and attached to the middle of his back, in the midst of the clean black sweater, is a large white down feather – the kind of white down feather that sometimes sneaks out between the seams of popular North Face brand down winter jackets. The white feather is protruding well over a centimeter from the back of his sweater, as he sits motionless in the front row, gazing up, absent-mindedly, at Shy But Intelligent Girl who is giving her interminable but well-written speech.

This white down feather is too noticeable. It’s an affront to fashion. Who better to decide this than the girl seated two rows behind him? Her name is Fashionable Girl, of course. She is seated with her friend, Confident And Sociable Girl. They are giggling because of the protruding white down feather on Oblivious Boy’s black-sweatered back.

picturepictureThis distraction demands a solution. Fashionable Girl quietly extracts a pair of green-handled scissors from her bag. Straining across the intervening desk, she clearly intends to remove, or decapitate, the offending white down feather. But she hasn’t quite reached Oblivious Boy’s black-sweatered back with her snipping scissors when her friend, Confident And Sociable Girl, realizes what Fashionable Girl intends,  and so she whispers for her to stop. Stop! She makes a mime to her friend which – as anyone fluent in Korean teenager gesture-language could recognize – means, “omigod what if he notices?”
Fashionable Girl pouts, and then she has an idea.

She tears off a square of paper from her notebook, about the same size as the offending white down feather. She whispers something in Confident And Sociable Girl’s ear, and the latter turns and leans forward. Fashionable Girl the places the square of paper in the same position as the offending white down feather, and then she proceeds to use the green-handled scissors to pluck the square of paper off of her friend’s back.

Confident And Sociable Girl turns around and gives a jubilant thumbs up. Their experiment was clearly a stunning success – the offending piece of paper was successfully removed with the green-handled scissors, without being detectable!

Meanwhile, Shy But Intelligent Girl’s interminable speech continues apace – if, well… rather interminably.
Having conducted their successful experiment, Fashionable Girl resumes leaning across the intervening desk in her effort to assault the offending white down feather on Oblivious Boy’s black-sweatered back.

Snip, snip, snip. She can’t. Quite. Reach.

At this particular moment, it occurs to Confident And Sociable Girl to take a moment to look around the room. Much to her alarm, several sets of eyes have drifted away from Shy But Intelligent Girl’s interminable but well-written speech, and are instead following the drama of the white down feather avidly. It’s not just several students either, but The Teacher, too. He’s standing at the back of the room, and he watching curiously.

Omigod!

Confident And Sociable slaps her friend’s green-handled scissors-wielding hand down in panic, and immediately, both girls collapse into giggles, face down on their respective desks.

Shy But Intelligent Girl pauses in mid-delivery of her interminable but well-written speech, with a combination of annoyance and mortification on her face. “Why are these other girls interrupting my speech?” her expression demands.

Oblivious Boy, however, remains oblivious.

The Teacher returns his attention to the interminable but well-written but now-interrupted speech, and prompts Shy But Intelligent Girl to continue. The Teacher makes a “cut it out” face at the two giggling girls. Minutes later, the speech has resumed, and the green-handled scissors have reappeared, and have resumed their snipping adventures, shakily snaking across the gap between the two grinning girls and the boy at the front.

But they just can’t. Quite. Reach.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Shy But Intelligent Girl’s interminable speech suddenly terminates.

The Teacher says, quite unexpectedly, “Yudam. Put the scissors away, please.”

“Yes.” Fashionable Girl sits back and gives a look of pure innocence, and she looks around the room as if it was some other kid in trouble. Confident And Sociable Girl giggles again, and whispers to her friend.

Oblivious Boy, however, remains oblivious.

Another speech begins, and this chapter comes to a close.


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Caveat: Narcissism With An Existential Crisis Right At The End

Students pass notes, as I’ve observed before. And then teachers – at least, curious and somewhat authoritarian teachers such as myself – confiscate notes, not to punish but more as a study in adolescent anthropology. But this student’s note (I’m not sure if he wrote it, or his friend, and I’m not sure it matters who wrote it) is quite incomprehensible.

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Without stating the boy’s name, I will only point out –  for those not familiar with Korean handwriting – that the boy’s name is the only writing in the note. It’s repeated between equals signs, except for the final not-equals sign. So you might say the content of the note, roughly, is as follows:

To Joe
Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe = Joe ≠ Joe
From Joe

As the title says, this seems like narcissism, with an existential crisis right at the end.


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Caveat: Pronunciation Guy Is Very Afraid

pictureThis picture at left is “Pronunciation Guy.” I have a few visual “mascots” that I use in teaching. The alligator is the most well-known, both in his toy version and his artistically rendered version. But “Pronunciation Guy” was created with his large mouth, seen from the side, for a specific reason. Sometimes I apply my knowledge of articulatory phonetics to try to help students sort out some of the mysteries of English pronunciation. Mostly L vs R, but also things like labiodental fricatives or schwas. I’m careful not to get too carried away, but Pronunciation Guy can be handy, because I can move his tongue and lips around in different drawings.

Work is so absorbing these days, I do very little else. A coworker asked me what I do in the mornings (since hagwon work is afternoon and evening work). I shrugged, and made something up, because lately, it seems like I just wake up and putter around and suddenly several hours have passed and I have to head off to work. I’m puzzled at my failure to use my own time effectively. More than puzzled – I’m distressed.


What I’m listening to right now.

The Black Keys, “Psychotic Girl.”


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Caveat: I am a drunk cellist

I was trying to explain the word “cherish” to a class. One student, Jinu, stood up from his seat and began a bizarre mime, swinging one arm in and out and swaying his hips strangely.

“What are you doing?” I asked, although such outbursts of randomness were common from Jinu, who is entering the 5th grade next month.

“I am a drunk cellist,” he explained. I realized he’d misunderstood “cherish” as “cellist.” Still, I’m not sure that explains the need to be a drunk one, though there was a running joke in the class a while back that his handwriting resembled that of a drunk octopus.

The same Jinu has some unusual talents. He writes very convincing Korean in Roman characters – he’s better at ad-hoc romanization than many adult Koreans I’ve met. Here are two samples from a recent quiz.

The first, “mor~ra yo!” is 몰라요 [mol-la-yo = I don’t know]. The second, “bbang Jum ee ye yo” is 빵점이에요 [ppang-jeom-i-e-yo = that’s zero points].

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Needless to say, despite his romanization talents, it was, indeed, zero points.


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Caveat: Dystopian

Just a rather dystopian day. Which is to say, I'm in a dark, dark mood. But a good day to sit and think about things.

What I'm listening to right now.

Dismantled, "Dystopia." The video is weird and blairwitchy. I don't really get it.

Caveat: Since I’m Not Ever Going To Learn Korean, Why Am I Here?

I have basically given up hope of ever really learning the Korean Language. I continue to dabble, but the idea of mastering it, the way that I did Spanish, seems beyond my potential. It’s too hard, I’m too old or too stupid or too lazy or too undisciplined. It’s not happening. It’s not going to happen.

This is tragic, in its small, private, personal way – but not just because losing hope in some big, important life goal is tragic – it’s also tragic because, beyond other things, my main reason for living and working in Korea was because of wanting to learn the language. With that goal fading into ephemerality, there is nothing keeping me here, and so the pain points and annoyances of life here become more intense and noticeable. I become dissatisfied with my job, I become annoyed with the many small cultural quirks that I used to tolerate in the name of accommodating a foreign country that I loved and was deeply interested in.

I’m hating my job. This is … not sustainable. And it’s not really about the job having gotten worse – yes, it’s gotten harder, lately, the teaching load has increased, the students’ parents have been more assholic than usual. But that’s not it, is it? It’s because in the past, my reason for putting up with the stuff I didn’t like about my job was part-and-parcel of wanting to stay in Korea. It was part  of having a purpose, here. I feel like I’m losing that purpose, rapidly. I have 8 months on my contract. I will stick it out. But I need to figure out what’s next in my life, I guess. I’m pretty unhappy – I’ve lost my equanimity and perspective. So I just have one bad day after the next, in neverending succession.

pictureThis is a scream of despair and frustration, in blog format.

My family doesn’t approve of my being here, anyway – or at best, they view it with a sort of befuddled and unsympathetic neutrality. My interest in travel and exotica has waned over the years, and my Buddhist practice is utterly lapsed. So most of the secondary reasons for staying here are also falling by the wayside.

Pues… respecto la imagen a la derecha: y, ¿si acaso he perdido el sueño? Me rindo.


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