Caveat: 새해 복 많이 받으세요

Today is 설날 (Lunar New Year, inappropriately called “Chinese New Year” in the West).
So… “may your lunar year be as wonderful and exciting and productive as the solar one you started a few weeks ago!” I guess it all depends on the moon, right?
I just can’t wait for the Mayan New Year. It’s supposed to be extra special, this year. Hehehe. Um. Just kidding.

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I’m having a kind of boring day off. I’m so burned out on traveling places, lately. I’m just a dull homebody. It seems so cold and desolate outside, on the holiday. Like I woke up inside a dream, this morning.
I made some pasta and have been watching movies and listening to music.
What I’m listening to right now.


oOoOO, “Burnout Eyes.” What a great name for a band. What a great name for a band.

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Caveat: Trips Up North

pictureThis is reminiscence (which is to say, I don’t mean a trip up to North Korea, a half-hour drive from here).

Lately, for some reason, I keep thinking of camping trips to northern Minnesota. It was an old, old tradition among my certain circle of friends, and camping trips to northern Minnesota and Upper Michigan were also a significant aspect of Michelle’s and my relationship.

In a related vein, I ran across a very old and somewhat embarrassing picture of me, possibly from the late 1980’s or early 90’s, standing in a campfire somewhere close to Hibbing, I would guess. It’s pretty funny – I reckon I was trying to stomp out the embers and was caught candidly. Dig the long hair.

Why do I post these things? Let’s just call it the spirit of full disclosure… 

So, sometimes when we drove to Hibbing or Duluth or the UP, we’d stop and camp at Banning State Park, which is just off I-35, pert’ near Sandstone, along the kettle river.

What I’m listening to right now (nice segue, huh?).

Pert Near Sandstone, “Save Me.”

This might be called Minnesota bluegrass. An interesting genre.

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Caveat: 옛날 구수한 누룽지

pictureI wrote once before about the Korean flavor called “누룽지” [nu-rung-ji = scorched rice] It was a time when I went through a short-time obsession with scorched-rice-flavored candy. Recently, I was wandering the aisles of my neighborhood supermarket, and beheld the product shown in the photo at right: “옛날 구수한 누룽지” (yet-nal gu-su-han nu-rung-ji = “old time savory scorched rice”]. It was on the same shelf as the multitudes of instant soups and ramens, so I adduced it was an instant product in the just-add-hot-water variety.

In the time since having scorched-rice candy, a little over a year ago, I have also had the experience of having “real” nurungji. Here’s how it works. Cooked rice is often served in heated stone or ceramic bowls – sufficiently heated that it burns onto the sides and bottom of the containers. This is “scorched rice.” Once you’ve managed to eat all the rice out of the heated bowl, you pour boiling water into the bowl and use a spoon to scrape and stir everything around unsticking the scorched rice from the bottom and sides of the bowl. Rather than throw this away (as might be done in the US), this soupy substance eaten as a delicacy.

I guess the flavor grows on you. It’s kind of porridgy. And I’ve always liked porridges of various sorts. I like that it’s sufficiently esteemed in Korea to have turned into an instant food. I bought some, and had it, and it’s grown on me. Little packets of dried out, pre-cooked, scorched rice. You add hot water, and it’s a delicious snack.

Reading the ingredients, it consists of nothing but rice (product of Korea!) and salt (not over-salted, either). I’ve bought this product several times, now. I eat it just as you might eat a bowl of hot oatmeal. Sometimes I Americanize it into a true breakfast-style porridge, by adding butter or brown sugar (I’m sure this would utterly horrify Koreans). Other times I have it with a side of kimchi and drink oksususuyeomcha (corn-tassle tea), more Korean-style. 
Welcome to the world of Korean comfort-food.

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Caveat: Angry Birds

I guess they’re taking over the world. You have a hint of this, when a Korean seven-year-old spends a deeply focused 20 minutes crafting a story about them, along with illustration. Personally, I like his versions of the birds.

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Caveat: A maravilha seca

pictureI awoke from a dream in the middle of the night, last night. I was dreaming that I was… dead. Or nearly dead. I was like a skeleton. I was in house or mansion with other skeletons. They were complaining about the lack of healthcare, and the poor food, and their depressing “retirements.”

I kept wandering the halls aimlessly. It was like the mental hospital in the awesome Korean movie 싸이보그지만 괜찮아 (I’m a cyborg, but that’s ok). Some of people were speaking Korean, too.

There was a buddhist monk sitting very still in the middle of an empty room. I said to him, “why am I so old?” He said nothing.

I looked at a calendar on the wall – it was Korean. But the year said 2069. That would make me… 104 years old – in the dream. Really? Why am I thinking of this? Why do I feel like a skeleton? Why do I feel so sad? Am I feeling old?

I woke up. I had trouble sleeping again.

What I’m listening to, right now.

Wado featuring Curumin, “Esqueleto Samba 808.” I selected the song because of the dream, not the other way around. The lyrics (quite simple).

agradeci, agradeci o amor

e o esqueleto de uma folha seca
voa, voa, voa ao sol

agrade o amor
a folha seca
agrade o amor
a maravilha seca

I walked home in the rain. I feel tired, because of not sleeping well, last night. So good night.

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Caveat: Just Walking and Walking

I’ve never really had a long-distance, many-days-long hiking adventure. The closest I came were my two months living in the mountains of Michoacan, traveling by horseback (1987). When I traveled in Patagonia, too, although I traveled by bus (or boat, sometimes), I had a custom of walking for 5 or 6 hours each day that I could, exploring whatever town or lack-of-town I had arrived at, that day. I particularly remember walking from Rawson to Gaiman (Chubut Province, Argentina), about 35 km. It sticks with me as a vivid day-long hike, for some reason, in Argentina’s Welsh colony, stopping at Welsh tea houses and strange roadside attractions intended to be visited by car.

Well, anyway, I’m mentioning this because of this video I ran across.

Condor’s PCT Adventure in 3 Minutes from Kolby Kirk on Vimeo.


pictureI very, very often think of just throwing aside everything and walking some really long journey, like this man above has done. Also, there’s Simon Winchester’s walk across South Korea, from his book A Walk Through the Land of Miracles. It’s one of my favorite books “by foreigners about Korea.” I think of doing something like that. Or walking to visit my uncle’s house in Alaska, from somewhere like Minnesota.

I like urban hiking more than rural hiking, too. Over several days, I once walked the length of Mexico City’s Avenida Insurgentes, one of the longest boulevards in the city (maybe 30 km? taking the subway or bus to a spot along the avenue one day, then going home and picking up at the spot farther along the next day), and I once had this strange fantasy of walking the entire Mexico City subway system – essentially, walking from station to station until I’d visited them all, collecting small bits of the system on weekends or when I was off from work. I more recently have thought I could do the same thing with Seoul’s subway system, too. I’ve done some major portions of the Orange Line (Line 3), along which I live, that way, including the long stretch from Yaksu to Gangnam.

It’s mostly fantasy. But fun to think about. And maybe someday I will do one of these things.

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Caveat: 왜저래&KEVIN

pictureI received a phone text message from my student: “왜저래&KEVIN.”  [왜저래 is a joking version of my name in Korean]. It was in commemoration of my reunion with Kevin the Alligator, who had been kidnapped by a student named Alex and was presumed “lost” or “dead” for 5 long, difficult, very sad days and was only returned Monday. Attached to the phone text message: the picture at left – me seated at my desk in the staff room with Kevin the Alligator.

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Caveat: 투명인간

I have first grade student named Ye-dam who doesn’t like to draw pictures. This is quite unusual. Who ever heard of a first grader who didn’t like to draw pictures?

Today, however, she showed that despite not enjoying drawing pictures, she has a highly functional imagination. We were doing our weekly activity where I have them make a story (based on a fairly structured frame that I give to them) and then draw a picture. Her story was: “What’s in the skeleton? A zombie is in the skeleton. A 투명인간 is in the skeleton.” Her illustration was a cursory stick figure with another stick figure inside it. I examined her story and picture.

“Is this the skeleton?” I said, pointing at the big stick figure. She nodded.

“It’s pretty good,” I said – because I believe in positive feedback, regardless of the quality of stick-figure skeletons. Ye-dam really likes skeletons.

“What’s this, then?” I asked, pointing at the smaller stick figure.

“Zombie,” she said, as if it were obvious.

“So,” I asked, not sure how to continue. Tentatively, I asked, “Where’s the 투명인간 [tu-myeong-in-gan]?” I didn’t know what a 투명인간 is.

“Teacher!” she exclaimed, exasperated. “투.. 명.. 인.. 간..” As if enunciating it carefully would make the meaning more clear to me. There was then a heated conversation between Ye-dam and some other students, the gist of which was that, “silly, teacher, doesn’t know what 투명인간 is.”

“Right,” I said, encouragingly.

Ye-dam sighed a heavy sigh, realizing she was going to have to explain this to me.

She talks to herself, sometimes. She thought outloud, in Korean. “Hmm, how’s this? 투명인간?” She proceeded to draw a very elaborate and detailed figure of a person. And then she erased it.

“보지? [See?]”

I shook my head. I thought she’d changed her mind.

“투명인간!” Pointing at the erased figure.

I shook my head. Confused.

She sighed. She then drew another elaborate and detailed and interesting figure. It took her some time. I was patient. Then she erased it. And pointed.

“볼 수 없어… [can’t see…]” she said.

It dawned on me, suddenly.

picture“Invisible man?”

She and the other kids all shrugged. They gazed at me with cute, blank faces. They didn’t know English, either, right?

I drew a stick figure on the blackboard using dotted lines. And lightly erased it.

Everyone nodded. Ye-dam was very excited. She was hopping up and down.

I said, “You draw very good invisible people.” She grinned shyly.

We admired her drawing together. The stick figures, and the 투명인간.

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Caveat: A Philosophical Design for a Hypothetical Language

I’m not a conlanger (q.v.). If I were a conlanger, however, Ithkuil would be the sort of thing I would conlangify, perhaps. Which is probably why it’s good I’m not a conlanger – the last thing this world really actaully needs is more Ithkuils. There’s something nevertheless appealing about the idea of perceiving a language as an almost purely aesthetic object – I do tend to look at Korean that way, on the days when I’m feeling more positive about it.

I have managed to catch a cold. Again. Not really bad or debilitating, but annoying. I guess that’s what winter life is about when spending 6+ hours a day cooped up with groups of children. I slept a lot earlier today, instead of going to the bookstore as I’d well and truly planned to do. I guess I just need to accept that when I have one-day weekends, I’m not going to get anything “done.” Next weekend is 설날 (lunar new year) – and I have nothing planned. The city will be shut down, and the idea of travelling anywhere in the country is utterly inconceivable (because for the vast majority it becomes obligatory to travel on that holiday), but maybe I can at least do some “urban hiking” or something.

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Caveat: the January afternoon

(Poem #5 on new numbering scheme)

the sound of the wind
in winter
in the frozen leaves of the frozen trees
is perfect
the buildings trace lavender-shaded
straight lines against pales orange curls of sky
near sunset
nearby
there are boys practicing soccer
on the dirt
on the playground of Munhwa Elementary School
and their breath
snakes up in visible lines of white
in the January afternoon
the setting sun reflects
garishly off garish signs
off a building across the street
off in a separate place 
again the sound of the wind
in winter
in the frozen leaves of the frozen trees
is perfect

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Caveat: 깐죽거리다

A few days ago, I overheard the phrase 깐죽 at work, in the context of the English word “smart ass.” Ever since, I’ve been trying to puzzle out if there’s something equivalent, there, but the more I try to figure it out, the more I don’t think they’re really the same thing. You can imagine, though, why having a Korean phrase for “smart ass” might be useful to a teacher of elementary age Koreans with limited English ability.

There is nothing in the online Korean-English dictionaries for 깐죽 or its verbal derivatives (as reported to me by coworkers: 깐죽거리다, 깐죽대다). The Korean-Korean dictionaries didn’t seem very useful (or maybe I didn’t understand them well enough). Naver.com, for example, says, “쓸데없는 소리를 밉살스럽고 짓궂게 들러붙어 계속 지껄이다.” This is, in itself, hard to take apart, and it took some time pooking around google translate (plus the dictionary and some grammatical knowledge, because google translate is, by itself, useless for Korean-to-English) to even get the gist of it, which is something like, “To chatter on uselessly and harassingly in a vulgar manner.”

pictureWhile I can see why someone would draw the link between a phrase meaning that, and the English “smart ass,” they’re still not really the same, as it neglects the “smart” part of it – the fact that a smart-ass doesn’t just chatter uselessly, but that the smart-ass has an aspect of “too smart for his/her own good.”

One translation I found encouraging was in the lyric of a song called 청춘고백 by Outsider (image, right), translated here. The translation offered for 깐죽거리던 is “snarky” – which is closer to “smart-ass,” definitely.

Conclusions? None, really.

“깐죽” seems to be related to the idea of talking too much, and/or out of turn, and/or vulgarly, but I don’t see much to suggest it implies speaking in “smart-ass” way specifically. So it only means smart-ass in the more broad meaning of the latter term.

What I’m listening to right now – the song I mentioned.


Outsider (아웃사이더 [a-ut-sa-i-deo]), “청춘고백.”

This is Korean rap/r&b. Awesome.

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Caveat: 빈 수레가 요란하다

빈     수레가     요란하다
empty cart-SUBJ is-loud
An empty cart is loud. 
“He who speaks most knows least,” roughly.
Maybe I should shut up.
What I’m listening to right now.


Washed Out, “Amor Fati.”

Caveat: Like a South Park Character

A certain student of mine drew this picture of me.

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Frankly, I look like a South Park character. That’s not so bad, I guess. I think the “this is warm” under my foot – which I initially took to be a pile of poop – is actually meant to be a “worm,” but misspelled as “warm.”

Who is the certain student? The boss’s daughter. What might this mean?

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Caveat: The Value Chain

If you own an electronic gadget made in China, I think you should listen to this recent episode of “This American Life.”

picture[UPDATE 2012-03-17 It turns out this radio show has some scandal associated with it. Given that, I probably should retract my recommendation to listen to it. Most of the commentary below stands, however.]

Normally, I don’t have a lot of patience for Ira Glass’s brand of vaguely sanctimonious hipsterism, but this show hit home for me. It’s somewhat directed at Apple, which is a mark in its favor in my anti-apple worldview… but I’m well aware that Apple Corp is far from the only – or anywhere close to the worst – offenders in the realm of worker exploitation in China. I would, in fact, wager that my cheapo Jooyontech desktop was made in China without anything even resembling a passing nod to workers’ rights such as Apple presumably tries for (apparently without much success, but still, at least they pay lip service to it, right?).

Despite everything said in the above-mentioned program (which I will reiterate, I hope you listen to), I still don’t think Paul Krugman is wrong in his quote at the end – this is just another country (albeit, in China’s case, a historically unprecedentedly huge country) working its way up the “value chain” in the process of modernizing and industrializing. The US, Europe, Japan, South Korea – all these countries passed through phases where things like child labor and complete union illegalization were nearly universal, and perhaps, as a good marxist, I should accept that this is just a sort of “mode of production” that every country must pass through.

All the same, it’s sobering and depressing to think that it is somehow inevitable, even sitting in a country such as South Korea that is only now beginning to emerge from the far end of this agonizing socio-economic process.

OK. Nothing to add to that. Just listen to the show. Think about it, the next time you play with your iPad or log onto the internet on your cheap, convenient computer, or whatever.

Here’s a question: “What is stuff for?”

Meanwhile, what I’m listening to right now.

Metric, “Sick Muse.”

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Caveat: Yoo-hee the Witch

I’ve written before about how frustrated I’ve become trying to find Korean television dramas with English subtitles that I can watch on my computer. It really does help me learn Korean to watch, but I’m just not able to really get enough of what’s going on to watch without subtitles, yet.

pictureI’ve had a couple of false starts, where I find a program and watch a few episodes, but then I can’t get the rest of the episodes with subtitles, so I’ve taken to finding shows and downloading all the episodes before watching them. What I end up finding becomes somewhat random – i.e. I’m not really watching shows because they appeal to me but rather because they’re the ones I can find.

One show I started watching recently because I’d gotten all the episodes is called “마녀유희” [ma-nyeo yu-hui = “Witch Yoo-hui” in official translation]. It’s a romantic comedy series (or really, mini-series in US parlance) from 2007. A too-young female business executive (heir to some rich family presumably) has a bad personality and this ne’er-do-well medical-school dropout (and wannabe French chef) does a pygmalion on her.

That should be enough to get the gist of the story. You can read an atrociously written summary at the wikithing. The whole connection to an actual witch-based fairy tale is tenuous at best (mostly played up in the intro to each episode). I had been hoping for something brilliantly conceived like the Hansel and Gretel meta-tale movie I liked so much a few years back.

But, so… I’ve been watching that. It’s entertaining, anyway.

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Caveat: Like some cat from Japan

pictureWhen I was 17 and 18, the coolest musical groups in the world were Talking Heads and David Bowie. I was a weird kid, right?

I heard on the radio that David Bowie is turning 65 today. He’s kind of retired, apparently.

What I’m listening to right now.

David Bowie, “Ziggy Stardust.” Lyrics:

Oh
Oooh yeah
Ah

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band

now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, aww he could lick ’em by smiling
He could leave ’em to hang
‘came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls
With just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

Oh
Ooh oh

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kid was just crass, he was the nazz
With God given ass
aww He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.

Oh yeah
Ooooooo
Ziggy playyyyed guitaarrrrrr

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Caveat: “Control Your Class”

Sometimes one student can ruin a class. Or a day. And there's nothing to be done about it – just bluster through. Sometimes parents make boneheaded requests, and there's nothing to be done about that, either – just bluster through.

So I was already having a grumpy day. And then… 

Recently, some random strangers (trolls) posted utterly non-useful comments on one of the youtube videos I posted of my teaching (it was an effort to show how I tried to teach "debate" to a very low-level 3/4/5 grade class, and felt it went better than I'd ever dreamed. The substance of the comments: "control your class!"

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I saw the comments, and I watched the offending video – frankly, it's not that uncontrolled. It's from a few years ago – it is, in fact, from my last day at LBridge, at the end of August, 2009 – so over 3 years ago, now.

There's the one kid, John, who was always vaguely ADHD and so I tolerated a kind of restlessness in him. Excepting him, and his special circumstances, none of the other kids show a great deal of uncontrolled-ness. To provide additional context, this was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a regular class. There was the fact that it was my last day – the kids were aware of this. There was the fact they'd just attended an assembly where they'd received special packages of goodies – that's what a number of them, notably John, are obsessively fiddling around with. Finally, I'd decided to deviate utterly from the expected curriculum, without preparing them for this fact. I'd "wrongfooted" them. So there's the fact that they don't really know what I've planned for them. And finally, we cannot forget that the presence of a video camera, in and of itself, will tend to make kids act out and do strange things – they don't get the "just act normal" dictum that older kids or adults can understand.

Considering that, I'd urge my anonymous commenters to realize that context in these things is important. Further, it doesn't appear either of these creepy commenters went on to watch the subsequent parts of the same video – they only watched the first video, and therefore they didn't, in fact, see that the kids actually managed to present their "debate" – pretty low-level, admittedly.

But obviously, I've taken these anonymous, troll-comments personally. Because, when you get right down to it, I do feel some insecurity about my ability to control a class. Like on bad days. Like today.

But I'd like to set aside that insecurity, for a moment, acknowledging it for what it is – an expression of insecurity about my teaching ability, and not something grounded in sound pedagogical theory or child-development psychology.

Kids do not, in fact, need to be "controlled." "Controlling" kids has nothing to do with providing them with a good education. Kids need to be engaged. There are only two reasons kids need to be "controlled" in a classroom: 1) their safety, 2) because they make the adults uncomfortable. Only the first reason is legitimate. The second reason is just about people nursing secret fascisms in their blasted, grown-up souls. "Controlled" kids are bored kids, depressed kids, turned-off-to-learning kids. Kids should be positively engaged, and to the extent a teacher is successful, they will then control themselves.

Really, watching that video, after seeing those comments, I was expecting to see kids jumping around or bouncing off walls, and in fact, I saw no such thing. I saw a few kids fiddling with things, OCD style. I saw a few kids looking around at other kids, or making side-comments in the their native Korean, a few times, even, to clarify what I was saying in English (I rely on and encourage this – it's called "leveraging peer-teaching" between those with stronger English skills and those with lower-level ability).

And if one goes on to watch the subsequent parts, you will see that without any violence on my part (meaning not physical violence, but authoritarian verbal coercion a la the "traditional classroom"), I get 100% participation in my little experiment to teach debate to high-beginning elementary English learners.

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Sigh. I deleted the trolls. And I posted a link to this rant at that video. Not that it makes a difference – I have 0% expectation that the offending trolls would read this rant or, that, if they did, would understand my points. Nevertheless… I had to get the thoughts off my chest.

Caveat: illusions of freewill and purpose we cannot but believe

Here's a book I want to read: The Atheist's Guide to Reality, by Alex Rosenberg. In a review at 3AM Magazine, Richard Marshall summarizes,

Rosenberg is a fearless naturalist, whose ‘nice nihilism’ doesn’t imply that we can become nihilists. He disturbs the comfy domestication of the naturalistic world view. Evolutionism and physics gives us a nihilist universe, purposeless, meaningless, ultimately devoid of everything we think is important. But it has constructed us as having evolutionary reflexes that grant us illusions of freewill and purpose we cannot but believe.

Even the review makes for very dense reading. I haven't been doing very well at dense reading, lately – but I hope I can find Rosenberg's book at Kyobo or somewhere like that.

Caveat: Happy Perihelion!

pictureToday is perihelion. I hope you have a good day, so close to the sun.

It seemed very cold outside. That’s because perihelion has nothing much to do with climate.

My little ones (first graders) where so hyper today. I came out of the class, and went back into the staff room, and I said, “It’s like teaching popcorn.” Unfortunately, it was a metaphor that had to be explained, which seemed to lessen its effectiveness substantially.

What I’m listening to right now.

Madness, “Blue Skinned Beast.”

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Caveat: Popstar

My students alleged that I resemble pop star 임재범 [im-jae-beom, which he himself prefers to romanize as Yim Jae Beum (which is, in my opinion, a truly misleading and horrible way to romanize it, but, well, with names there’s a lot of freedom on this matter in Korea)]. 

pictureI don’t really think I do.

In researching it (i.e. typing his name into a Korean search engine and seeing what pops up), I think it must just be the glasses and the haircut, more than anything else. Perhaps the rather exaggerated way he changes his facial expressions as he sings – I do that a little bit during my classroom antics. I certainly don’t sing like him, though.

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Caveat: Haraboji Hairstyle

A student asked me, the other day, "Teacher! Why haraboji hairstyle?"

"Haraboji" means "grandpa." So he was referring to the fact that, as I have allowed my hair to grow out a little bit in the last several months, the gray shows more, as well as the fact that it continues its thinning, apace, up top. I guess as my hair grows longer, I end up looking older.

I should observe, as I have before, that I have NEVER had a conversation with an adult Korean (male or female) about my appearance where the question "why don't you dye your hair" DIDN'T come up. They seem to find the fact that I don't do this astounding. I have almost succumbed to the pressure, but it has always been something that repelled me as being somehow vain. I would sooner begin shaving my head, to be honest.

Well, anyway. Was I offended? No – not by the student. But I may return to the shorter hairstyle – I'm not so utterly free of vanity as all that. I'm not a grandpa yet. "Ajik" I said to the student. "Not yet."

Caveat: The Hoping Machine

Walking home from work, the night air sparkled with a sprinkling of snow, the air cold and clean-tasting. Work is hard these days. I’m trying hard to improve my teaching, and there’s a lot of pressure and discomfort at work because we’ve been losing students, too. This is partly just because hagwon business is cyclical, and parents always pull their kids out of hagwon in January, when public schools are in vacation and parents find other things to do with their kids. I can never understand how Korean managers – ever relatively good ones such as my current boss – seem to take these cycle-driven losses of enrollment so personally, and assume there’s some mistake being made by teachers as opposed to just being the vagaries of the market.

Well, anyway. So work is hard, these days. I have a tight, dense schedule, too. But I felt OK about it, today, walking home in the dark in the cold in the snow in my dreams.

I found this really interesting image online at a site called love all this – it’s supposedly Woody Guthrie’s New Year’s resolutions.

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I really, really like the resolution that goes: “19. Keep hoping machine running.” It appears he doodled a picture of it, too. I like the idea of a “hoping machine.” I’m doing some repairs on mine, currently.

What I’m listening to right now.

Neutral Milk Hotel, “In the Aeroplane Over the Sea.”

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Caveat: Second

I was quite amazed today in my RN1 class when my student Taeu said he'd done his homework. He'd indeed done most of it. I made a big show of congratulating him. "Wow," I said. "That's the first time in six months that you did your homework."

He got a hurt look on his face. "Teacher," he complained. "Second."

What I'm listening  to right now.

Absurd Minds, "The Question."

Caveat: From Pyeongyang to Dënver

I’m not really very well-informed on this, but I’ve formed an opinion anyway. North Korea remains more-or-less stable for two reasons: 1) the state leverages traditional Korean communitarianism to get buy-in from groups that would otherwise resist (mostly the “bureaucratic class” and/or the low and mid-ranking military); 2) the economy is much more pre-industrial (i.e. feudal) than people have been thinking – many (if not an outright majority of) North Koreans are existing in an essentially pre-industrial society based on subsistence agriculture.

I have formed these opinions partly just through reflection – I read articles about NK often, but I can’t really point to specific articles that caused me to develop the above view. If I run across something specific in the future, I’ll try to remember to add them to this post or some future related one.

The below graph (from Brad Plumer at Wapo’s Wonkblog) is an interesting summary (and never forget that before about 1960, North Korea was more industrialized than the South – a legacy of Japan’s colonial industrialization policies for the peninsula and the fact that the North had at least some coal).

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Mientras tanto… what I’m listening to right now.

Dënver, “Olas gigantes.”

This is a Chilean music group. I think the diaeresis (or “umlaut”) on the “e” is just a playful bit of typography, as opposed to symbolizing anything, although there are some native languages of Chile that use the double-dotted diacritic on certain vowels to indicate laxness or centralization in their orthographical systems, and the word “dënver” has a certain Mapudunguny look to it (I studied the native language Mapudungun at Univ. Austral de Chile in 1994) – but Mapudungun itself doesn’t use “ë”. I don’t know if the group’s name has something to do with the American city of Denver, either.

Letra

 

Dijiste vamos a nadar,
nunca he visto olas tan gigantes,
dijiste qué nos va a pasar.

Y que todo va en bracear,
y hacías con los brazos
de manera circular.

Entonces nos lanzamos a nadar
y las olas explotaban
como si nos odiaran,
y nos golpeaban sin piedad,
y yo braceaba y braceaba,
no servía de nada, daba igual.

Es que yo en ti confiaba más,
yo sólo seguía sin más
tu físico espectacular.

Así que simplemente me dejé llevar
y ahí vi como pasabas,
toda doblada tu espalda
y no vi más.

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Caveat: New Year’s Dissolutions

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. Or rather, I don’t share them – I’m superstitious that in sharing them, I would either jinx their eventual success or else set myself up for disappointment in the event that they don’t work out.

I was listening to NPR and someone said that in Portugal they avoid this problem by making New Year’s wishes instead of resolutions. Wishes are less work than resolutions, too. And that way, I can share them.

So my wishes:

  • stay in Korea (i.e. Karma doesn’t lay me off or go out of business, etc.)
  • continue to improve my Korean (my dream is to reach a level where I can take the TOPIK – it’s been a “New Year’s wish” 4 years in a row now)
  • lose  at least 5 kilos (the “Yeonggwang 5” – ancilliary to: exercise more, eat less)
  • make at least one breakthrough in teaching style or method
  • restart at least one abandoned novel (i.e. of ones I’m supposedly writing)
  • recover my lapsed zen(-ish) practice
  • more actively pursue my sketching and drawing (I’ve done some of this recently)
  • post to my blog twice a day (I’ve been getting better at this)
  • practice my mandolin (hahahaha this is the least likely – I practiced exactly 3 times last year)

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To all my friends who put up with my periodic anti-socialism (and abstract socialisms, for that matter), who reach out to me to say hi and see what I’m doing beyond the slightly directionless blog, THANKS. Love.

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Caveat: Well, That Was About One Year Long

2011, that is. Ending.

2011 went by really fast for me. That was after 2010, which was one of the longest, most stretched-out years of my life. The difference? There was a lot of instability and uncertainty in my life, in 2010. Whereas 2011 went pretty smoothly… mostly according to plan. 

2010 started with me NOT getting a job in Korea. I lived in a hostel and took language classes for two months, before finding a job. Then the job turned out to have… well, let’s call them complications. Most notably, the Hongnong Elementary School had a tendency to make me move from apartment to apartment, and not ever tell me what was coming next, work-wise. Much worse than hagwon experiences I’ve had. OK. So that was 2010.

2011, in contrast, was easy. Predicatable. I finished the Hongnong contract, came back to Ilsan to work for Karma, and suddenly… it’s 8 months later. Life, it seems, goes on.

Interestingly, this happens to be the 1900th post to this here blog thingy. How ’bout them apples?

Walking home from work, late afternoon, the sun hung low in the sky and was like a pat of butter in mashed potatoes. I tried to capture this with my camera. Below picture was taken about a block north of my apartment building, along Gangseonno [강선로].  

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Um.

Happy New Year. 새해복 많이 받으세요~~. ¡Feliz año nuevo!

What I’m listening to right now.

Phaeleh, “In the Twilight.”

 
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Caveat: 2011

I travel to Australia to visit my mom in January for a week, and then make a week-long touristic trip to New Zealand that is mildly pleasant but erely reminds me that I don’t really enjoy travelling as much as I used to – at least not travelling alone. I let my contract at Hongnong Elementary School run out. With some sadness, I said good-bye to Yeonggwang County and returned to Ilsan.  I started to work at Karma Academy, for my former LinguaForum Academy boss (from 2008). I have a more stable housing situation (like!). I have fewer elementary students (not like!).
[This entry is part of a timeline I am making using this blog. I am writing a single entry for each year of my life, which when viewed together in order will provide a sort of timeline. This entry wasn’t written in 2011 – it was written in the future.]
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Caveat: Cafe Mocha

One of my coworkers brought take-out cafe mochas (from one of the Starbucks clones that abound in South Korea) and distributed them to all of us, today, in the staff room. I like cafe mocha, but I haven’t had one in a long, long time. They are addictive and unhealthy.

The taste and smell was weirdly evocative – I thought of studying late at night at Espresso Royale in Dinkytown (Southeast Minneapolis) in the 1980’s, or at the now disappeared Bucks County Coffee joint on Locust Street at 40th just west of the U Penn campus in the 1990’s. I thought, in short, of studying.

I wondered if I would someday return to school.

Why are smells and tastes so evocative? And sounds… 

What I’m listening to right now.

Bob Dylan, “Hurricane.”

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Caveat: Knowing About Everything in the World

My TP2 cohort shrunk even further – two of the remaining three students are on vacation trips with their families, leaving me with one student left. Rather than try to continue following my debate curriculum (go ahead, try to have a debate class with one Korean middle-schooler – try!), I decided to just have a kind of conversation class.

I have these little cards from a "Kids' Chat Game" that I bought once at the Minneapolis airport. They have goofy or sometimes thoughtful little questions – conversation starters. We went through them, low-pressure, just finding ways to talk about things. One question was: "If you could invite anyone in the world to your school to talk, who would it be?"

The answer the student formulated and expressed surprised me: "I would invite my English teacher, Jared. He knows about everything in the world." 

Talk about feeling complimented! I didn't even think this student liked me. I often berate him, in my mild-mannered way, for not doing homework or being laconic in class. I was rendered speechless, momentarily.

Do I know about everything in the world? Not really. But I have a way of speaking, in my more advanced classes, rambling from topic to topic, telling little stories and snippets of news and autobiography, that must seem rather wide-ranging to these kids.

Well, anyway. I'm not reporting this except to say, it was nice to know a student seems to think well of me. One doesn't often get direct, clear, positive feedback in the field of teaching.

Caveat: Bound

pictureWaking up from a dream fragment, this morning:

I was in the book bindery (University of Minnesota Press, where I worked 1987~1989), making a book. I was physically making the book. Stitching the spine, applying the glue and binding cloth, hammering out the curves of the hardcover “fit.” Then I gave the book to someone – a coworker. It wasn’t at the hagwon – it was some moribund office career.

I asked the guy later, “What do you think of my book?”

He stared at me with fish-eyes, saying: “Well, it seems basically like one of your basic 400 page fiction novel things.”

So I ask, “Did you read it?”

He shrugs and says, “No.”

Obviously, I’m struggling with anxieties with respect to my writing.

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Caveat: Channeling Presidents

Last night in my debate class with the TP2 cohort we had a "practice debate" (they give speeches but with explicit reassurance that I'm not grading them – they actually do better on these speeches than on the graded ones). Our current topic is the space program – trying to decide if the US and/or Korea should end or continue their respective space programs. They seem really interested and engaged in the topic, despite their complaints of it being too hard. Sometimes I have to just pay attention to their level of engagement and ignore the verbal content of their complaining.

Anyway, the class has recently shrunk a lot – half of them were 9th-graders who have "graduated" middle school and will be starting high-school level hagwon in January, which means no debate (god forbid anything resembling a communicative-based curriculum for high-schoolers!). The consequence of this is that I don't have enough students to have an effective "team-style" debate – I had three kids last night.

When this happens, I make the students in the class one team, while I become the other "team" and play the various roles in the opposing team. This can seem monotonous, but I actually enjoy it – it gives me a chance to model all kinds of debate strategies and speech modes to the kids. To make it more interesting, I sometimes allow the various roles in my team to be different "people" or personalities. 

Last night, I was a team made up of Kennedy, Reagan, Clinton, and Obama. We were tasked with supporting the U.S. space program, while the students were tasked with shutting it down. They did admirably, but I was quite interested in their reactions to my efforts to "channel" the various presidents. I'm sure I'm not actually very good at this, but they seemed pleased with how "different" each of them were, so I was channeling something.

Being Kennedy was hard, because I don't really know him the way I "know" the others – he predates me too much. But I made his rhetoric wide-reaching and inspirational, while I made Reagan slower, more "old" (obviously), but I think my Reagan sounded more like Lee Myeong Bak (if he were speaking English). Or maybe John McCain. Clinton came really easily – I can do the folksy Arkansas accent, passably, too. Obama… I was just my dad – I've observed before in this blog that Obama seems to have the same exact personality as my father (though with less of the dysfunction, perhaps, and more ambition).

The kids said afterward that my Kennedy was best, and Obama was most boring. I think this may be accurate, actually.

Caveat: In the backroads by the rivers of my memory

pictureHappy Xmas.

I wrote some poetry. I’m not going to post it. Deal with it.

I pan-roasted an almost-perfect yellow bell-pepper (which Koreans call 파프리카 [paprika], after the German) and made a “from-scratch” vegan vegetable/marinara sauce, which I served over rice for my xmas dinner. I ate it with a cup of red wine – an 8 dollar bottle of Chilean shiraz that was on sale at the supermarket across the street in the basement of the 태영프라자. It was good.

What I’m listening to right now.

Glen Campbell, “Gentle on My Mind.” Haha. Country music. I don’t listen to much of it, but I always liked this rendition by Glen Campbell.

The lyrics.

Gentle on My Mind

It’s knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it’s knowing I’m not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my mem’ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you’re moving on the backroads by the rivers of my mem’ry
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman’s crying to her mother cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I’m blind
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of of soup back from a gurgling, crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughened coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you’re wavin’ from the backroads by the rivers of my mem’ry
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind

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Caveat: All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea…

A personal Christmas tradition of mine is to listen to Dylan Thomas’ “A Child’s Christmas in Wales.” Now I can share it with everyone directly, via the miracle of the internet.

Dylan Thomas, “A Child’s Christmas In Wales.”

pictureIt’s a truly awesome piece of poetry, read in the great poet’s own fabulous Welsh accent.

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