Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts

Aug 26, 2013

Goodbye, Korea

I'm sitting at the airport, waiting to board my flight. I've said all my goodbyes, checked my bags, and am currently coping with the traumatizing loss of my Alien Registration Card. They took it away at immigration. I'm a little bit devastated.

I'm starting to gain some perspective on all that has happened this year. A couple weeks ago, I had a conversation with a friend about my experience here (actually, he was interviewing me for a project). I told him I've been thinking a lot about what I'll say when people ask me, "So, how was Korea?" How do I begin to answer that? It's impossible to sum up what this year has meant to me. It's been the most amazing year of my life. I've done things I would never dreamed of and seen things I could have only imagined. I've visited nine foreign countries, including Korea. I've met people I will never forget. I have had the opportunity to have an impact on a child's life, even for a brief span of time.

It's still difficult to say how much I've changed as a person. I know I have, but trying to pinpoint it is like trying to figure out what you look like without a mirror. I think I'll need the mirror of my former life and people who knew me Before in order to see how I've changed.

Yes, Before is capitalized. There will always be the time Before Korea, and now the time After Korea. 

This isn't my last post on this blog. My journey isn't over yet. It is, however, coming to a close sooner rather than later. I'd like to take this moment to thank everybody who has joined me on this adventure, whether you're a personal friend or you found my blog through various internet means.  Writing this blog has been a way not only for me to share my stories with you, but to keep them for myself to look back on in the times to come.

Ok, this is starting to feel final, so I'll stop  there. It's not final. That time is coming soon, but it's not here yet.

So until then: So long, Korea. Catch you on the flip side.

Things I Will Miss About Korea

-3G on the subway
-being able to charge my phone literally anywhere, including bars
-bingsu
-elevator buttons that cancel if you press them again 
-key codes to apartments
-dweigi galbi
-dalk galbi
-all the galbis, really
-being invisible to sidewalk solicitors
-cheap contacts and glasses
-national health insurance
-drinking in public
-만원 ($10) shoes
-5천원 ($5) clothes
-천원 ($1) socks
-$16 salon haircuts 
-no tipping
-servicee
-busses that are timed to the second
-no last call
-ondol
-jjimjilbangs
-noraebangs
-multibangs
-McDonald's delivery
-feeling safe walking around at 2am
-this view


-a lot of other things that won't occur to me until I'm home

Aug 24, 2013

Smile Because It Happened

MY SUITCASES ARE CLOSED!! IT'S A MIRACLE!!!!

Oh god, I'm so relieved. Talk about stress.

Now I'm just cleaning my apartment and watching Doctor Who to avoid confronting my emotions. NBD.

Friday night was the big farewell tour. It was just about perfect. We started at a bar that we found our first weekend in Hongdae, when we were just wee K-babies. Then we went to a music lounge that has become a favorite haunt of the Seoulmates, followed by a stop at my favorite rock club and ending at The Park. It was Hongdae in a nutshell. The only thing missing was noraebang and the makgeolli man.

Last night I met some friends up and we watched the water show at Banpo bridge, almost exactly a year after I saw it the first time.


 (Top: last year. Bottom: Saturday night. What a difference a year makes. For starters, this time we knew what side of the river to be on. )

I've had to say goodbye to a lot of wonderful people in the last few days. Each one has been riddled with promises of messages and future visits, but we all know the odds are slim. I do know that I've met people here whom I will never forget, and I can enjoy knowing that I have friends in cities and countries around the world. I'm already planning my grand couchsurfing tour of the UK in two years, which will consist largely of going to various cities and calling up my friends saying, "I'm in town. Come pick me up."

But I digress. I only have a handful of goodbyes left, but they will be some of the hardest. I don't think it's really hit me that I'm leaving for good. My brain can't quite process anything that comes after the hug I will give my mom when I land in LAX.

When I was growing up, I was a ballet dancer. I was in The Nutcracker every year for nine years running (I know). Every year after the show ended, I would get really sad for a couple days. My mom called them post-performance blues. She would always tell me, "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."

My Korean post-performance blues are still to come. I can feel them lurking, like a dark, scary thing hiding around a corner. But when they come (and I have a nasty feeling it'll be sometime around when my plane takes off), my mom's voice will ring in my head, reminding me, "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."

Aug 21, 2013

T-Minus 1 Week

One week from today, I will be in America.

It's funny how time seems to speed up when you least want it to. My week has been so chock-a-block full of dinner dates, errands, and packing that as soon as I get out of school I'm going nonstop until about now... which is 1am. I do have downtime in school, but that only serves to heighten my anxiety. There's not a lot of things that are worse for moving-related stress than having to sit idly in an office and think about all the things you could be doing. I'll try to write more once things calm down a bit (i.e. once I move out of my apartment on Sunday and into Coworker's house, where she graciously invited me to stay for the 2 days I'm homeless). But for now, just know that I'm stressed, excited, sad, happy, overwhelmed, and anxious. So, just all of the feelings, really.

More soon.

Aug 19, 2013

Notes from Asiapalooza

I'm back! I'll post a full Flickr set of my pictures soon, but first, here are some notes from my trip.

I have:
-taken 10 flights in 9 days
-set foot in 5 countries
-visited major world heritage sites like Angkor Wat and the beach where The Beach was filmed
-watched a 6-year old boy dance on a beach with a flaming baton
-gotten rather excessively intoxicated on Koh Phi Phi
-possibly been (but almost definitely was) peed on by a monkey in an overhead tree
-been invited to a party by a Thai masseuse
-listened to a soft-rock rendition of "Oh Holy Night" in a Thai cab at 4:30am
-flown to the wrong Cambodian city and had to purchase last minute flights to the one that really is next to Angkor Wat
-waited out a monsoon holed up in a tuktuk with our driver
-witnessed the abrupt end to a Khmer cultural show when Chinese tourists leapt onstage to pose for pictures 
-watched more American TV than I had in the past year in a Cambodian hotel room
-decided that Singapore looks more like the CGI mockup of a city than an actual city
-become bunk bed buddies with an elderly Pakistani man
-successfully crossed the street in Hanoi without being hit by a motorcycle
-made an unplanned overnight visit to China when my flight from Hanoi was delayed, causing me to miss my connecting flight to Seoul and forcing the airline to get me a 72-hour visa and put me up in a 5-star hotel
-cried my way into getting a free half-hour of computer use in the hotel's business center because I had no money and no way to contact anybody to tell them where I was
-traveled to places I would have never dreamed I'd see
-had, overall, a most excellent adventure.





Jul 18, 2013

Restlessness

It's been a while since I wrote a nice long text wall here. I'm sure you've all missed it (hah).

I have just under 6 weeks left in Korea. Tomorrow marks eleven months since I set foot here. It's difficult to pinpoint how I've changed since that day, so I won't get into that now.

I can tell my time here is coming to an end because I'm getting restless. It's like a bubble sitting under my sternum. I've never been very good at enjoying the moment and not thinking about what comes next, and I'm guilty of it once again. I'm trying to focus on my remaining time here, but mentally I'm already getting ready for my next adventure.


On a related note, the plans that constitute "my next adventure" have gone through a rather dramatic change in the past month, and I should probably fill you lot in, in case you don't know already. I still want to go to graduate school and pursue a career in science journalism, but I've decided not to move back to Boston for the interim. Instead, I'm going to try my hand at a new city--THE city. New York City. I used to be intimidated by NYC (remember, I grew up in a Montana town with 1 high school). However, after living in Seoul for a year, I've realized that no city is too big or too unmanageable. Plus, NYC is smaller than Seoul (8.2 million compared to 10 million), and everything is in English!

 I'm currently in the process of looking for employment and/or a place to live. I'm planning to do a lot of freelance writing, but I'm also going to need a day job (so if you know anyone... wink wink). That's one reason why I haven't been writing much here lately. I've been doing a lot of writing, but it's all cover letters (blegh) or article submissions. Or emails to people I've woefully neglected in the last few months.

So that's that.

Also, it's been really, really hot here. Like... stupid hot. I basically go home and lay flat on my back on my bed with my aircon turned up to 11. It's too hot to write.

Anyway, this post is getting rambly. Suffice to say I'm a bit preoccupied with the next chapter in my life and it's precluding me from being able to focus fully on my life here.

On the bright side, I'm off to play in the mud this weekend, so that should definitely help me... ahem... focus.

May 28, 2013

Plastic Surgery in Korea

I'd like to direct your attention to a excellent piece of writing by my friend Maggie of Maggie Moo Does Korea. It's about the cult of beauty and obsession with plastic surgery in Korea. I've wanted to touch upon this issue myself, but Maggie's piece sums it up better than I ever could. Also, her blog is excellent in general and I suggest you check the rest of it out.

Maggie Moo Does Plastic Surgery in Korea: The Malibu Nose


May 19, 2013

I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS

I have a lot of feelings today.

First off: Big news. Huge.

I just bought my ticket back to America.

HOLY FLYING WORD-I-CANNOT-SAY.

I'll be flying into LAX on August 27th, at which point I will spent somewhere between one and two weeks with the parental units. After that, I'll be returning to Boston. Date TBA. So that's threatening to set off a small panic attack.

Moreover, today marks my 9-month anniversary in Korea. I am officially 3-quarters of the way through my year here. So that's stirring up a lot of mixed emotions.

On top of that, El Padre visited me this weekend and left this morning. It was the first time I'd seen him in almost 10 months, and I loved getting to show him my life here. We had a wonderful time and had some great father-daughter life chats. I had to say goodbye to him at the subway stop this morning before I went to school. So that was emotional.

In other feelings news, I watched the very last episode ever of The Office last week. Sniffle. Also, yesterday I watched the season finale of Doctor Who.


Basically...





Apr 22, 2013

Eight Months, Future Plans, and Other Difficult Things

Saturday marked my eighth month in Korea. Let's just stop for a minute to consider the ramifications of that. I have been living in Korea for two thirds of a year. I only have 4 months left here. That realization came with a double-edged fear:

A: OH GOD. I only have 4 months left here. I still have so much to do!
B: OH GOD. I only have 4 months left here. What ON EARTH am I going to do when I get back?

I've started working on mitigating part A by planning trips around Korea and making a point to participate in as many shenanigans with my friends as possible.



Part B is proving a bit more tricky. I have an idea of what I want to do with my life, and I guess now is as good a time as any to share it.

When I was little, I wanted to be a pediatrician (well, first I wanted to be a mommy with a baby. Then I found my inner 5-year-old feminist). Then I changed my mind: I wanted to be a memoirist (despite lacking the word “memoirist” in my child-sized vocabulary). Then I wanted to be a marine mammal biologist. Journalist, asthma researcher, screenwriter, psychologist, cellist, news anchor... until I finally got to college and had to make a decision. I went with a dual degree in journalism and linguistics, but I never forgot my deep, abiding, nerdy love for all things science-y. So I've decided that I want to combine my love for journalism and my love for science... and pursue a career in science journalism. At Old Job (hi, nightteam!), I loved writing the science stories. I loved the challenge of taking something as complicated as the discovery of potentially arsenic-based life forms and explaining it in a way that not only made it simple, but made it sound really, really cool (which, obviously, it was).

So now my next step is to decide how to pursue that. There are a few graduate programs that offer a masters in science journalism, notably MIT's Science Writing program.

However, I'll have a long road ahead of me if I decide to pursue grad school, so I have to figure out what to do in the meantime. I'm toying with a few different options right now, which I may or may not disclose at a later time.

One problem I've started running into is that my writing style is not exactly cover letter material. I keep telling myself, "Tone down the snark, Meg. Lock it down."  It's tough going.  Job hunts are the worst.

On a happier note, I'm off to Jeonju this weekend! Gonna see some temples, cherry blossoms, and an international film festival. Will report back at a later date. 

Apr 15, 2013

In the Face of Tragedy



I should be working right now. I'm already behind on lesson planning this week and I have an open class tomorrow.

But I can't ignore the ache in my heart. If you don't know, I'm from Boston. At least, that's what I tell everybody here. I grew up in a small town in Montana, but I went to college in Boston. While I was there, my family moved away. Now, we're scattered across the country.

My point is, Boston is the closest thing I have to a hometown. Boston is where I saw a world beyond my small Montana upbringing. Boston took me in, taught me about life, and molded me into the person I am today. Montana may have raised me, but I grew up in Boston.

I woke up yesterday (Monday) morning with an ache in my heart, wishing I could be back at home for Boston's biggest holiday. Sure, Christmas is important, and Saint Patrick's Day is legendary, but you can get those anywhere.  Nothing quite compares to Marathon Monday. It's a holiday all our own.  On Patriots Day, the day of the Boston Marathon, the whole city shuts down. We line the streets to watch some of the finest athletes in the world fly by along with thousands of runners who are chasing their dream of completing this iconic race. The faces at the finish line are those of people in the midst of one of the highest moments of their lives. It hurt me to have to miss it.

Today, I woke up with a different heartache. I woke up to find out that the joy of Marathon Monday had been shattered. After frantically scouring Facebook to make sure my loved ones were accounted for, I turned on the news. As you may have gathered from a few posts back, I have a personal relationship with Boston news. I immediately found the live stream for my old station. Obviously I wanted to find out what had happened, but mostly, I just needed familiarity. I wanted to see the faces of my friends and hear their voices and reassure myself that they were ok. That they were alive. I have never felt quite so far away from home.

As I continued looking for information, I went to CNN's homepage. Right underneath the bombing was an alert that North Korea has said something provocative and threatening about Seoul... again.

My heart sank even lower as I allowed myself to feel the fear that I've been keeping out for the last few weeks. I allowed myself to acknowledge that the world is, in fact, a terrifying place. There is so much hatred. "Why?" I asked myself. Why do we hate each other so vehemently? Why do we insist on inflicting the same harm that has been inflicted on us? Deep down, we're all the same. We all have the same fears, the same hopes, the same loves. We all care about our family and want to be happy. We all worry about the same little things.  Why, then, does humanity insist on killing itself? I saw many posts on Facebook and Twitter about finding the person or group responsible for today's tragedy and exacting violent, painful revenge. But will that help? Will that heal the hurt in our hearts? If a broken limb is set incorrectly, it heals crookedly. A broken heart healed by retaliation won't heal properly either.  But how is there any way, any possible chance of ever stopping this cycle of violence?

Then I thought about the people who rushed in to help. Within seconds, without a second thought, they ran towards the danger to help those in need. Can you imagine that? Running towards carnage, towards your own potential death without hesitation? I thought about the marathon runners who crossed the finish line and just kept running right up to the hospital, offering to donate blood. So many people rushed to give blood that local hospitals had to turn them away.

It helped me remember that as much hate as there is in the world, there is more love. There are many whose hearts are full of malice and violence, but there are more whose hearts hold kindness and compassion. We can't let our desire for revenge consume us. We have to rise above. We can't let ourselves succumb to the fear and the hatred that permeates the world. There's more good than bad. But we have to keep believing in it.




Don't Panic

No, really, don't panic. Nothing has happened. I'm fine.

Side note: I would like to point out that it is 5:15pm on the day when North Korea was allegedly planning to shoot something (at someone?) in honor of Kim Jong Un's grandad's bday, and so far... nothing. 

I'm telling myself not to panic because believe it or not, the end is approaching. I just got my summer camp dates, which means I can now start planning my last trip. On top of that, I'm rapidly approaching my 8 month anniversary of arriving in Korea. 8 months. The year is 2/3 of the way over. I now know exactly when my last day of teaching will be, when my remaining days off are, and when I will most likely be returning to the US. I've even started looking at tickets.

I feel like I still have so much to do and that I won't possibly be able to fit everything in. Already I've signed up for a cherry blossom weekend in Jeonju at the end of the month, started planning a trip to Busan next month, booked my tickets to the Boryeong Mud Festival in July, and secured a place at the Ansan Valley Rock Festival later that month. I still need to find a weekend to get down to Jeju.

And that's just in Korea.

Now I'm trying to figure out where to go for my last vacation in August. The way it works out with vacation days and federal holidays, I'll be able to be gone for 10 consecutive days, starting on August 9th. Theoretically, I could be gone as long as I want because my contract ends after that. However, I'm pretty sure I have to be back by the 21st to move out of my apartment. Also, I'm going to want to take a few days to say goodbye...

Sniffle.

*blows nose, pulls self together*

SO, the question is: where to go? I'm thinking Cambodia and either Vietnam or Southern Thailand (or both).  I definitely want to hit up Angkor Wat, but seeing as that's pretty much all there is to see in Cambodia, I don't intend to stay more than a few days. So I can either go get fabulously tan on Thailand's beaches, or add another stamp to my passport and go to Vietnam. Or, I could try to do both...

God, I'm really going to miss having these problems.


Apr 9, 2013

Old Job, Meet New Job

In light of all the crazy stuff happening (not really) around here, my former employer interviewed me about what life is really like here in Kimchi-land.

It's weird seeing a non-mirror image of one's own face. I look backwards.

Former 7News Employee in SKorea Talks About Tensions

If You're Wondering Whether Or Not I'm Scared

Here is my list of life concerns at this moment (ranked in descending order):

1. It's raining and I forgot my umbrella.
2. The powerpoint game I'm trying to download for next week's lesson is taking too long.
3. I still need to figure out what I'm going to play at open mic tomorrow.
4. I should probably be saving more money.
5. I hope the cherry blossoms don't bloom before I get to go on a cherry blossom trip in 2 weeks
6. I'm afraid I won't be successful in my career goals.
7. What should I read next?
8. I hope this season of Game of Thrones lives up to its usual standard.
9. What will I eat for dinner?
10. I'm hungry but the hidden snack drawer in my classroom is empty.
11. It's empty because I already ate all the snacks.
12. I'm out of ideas to write about for my Get Off That Ondol column on ESL101.com
13. Plane tickets for when I fly home in August/September are already really expensive.
14. I miss my cello.
15. I hope it's sunny for Sunday Funday frisbee in the park.
16. My back hurts.
17. Should I go for a run today?
18. Who am I kidding? I'm definitely not going for a run. See number 1.
19. I still can't go home for 15 minutes but I don't have enough time to start watching a new TV episode.
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50. North Korea.


Apr 3, 2013

Why I Probably Won't Die Today

Disclaimer: I do not claim to be any kind of expert in political science or international relations. The following is my own interpretation of the current situation between North and South Korea. Believe me, if my evaluations turn out to be wrong, I'll have much bigger problems than some snarky internet comments.

In light of ongoing tensions between the two nations, and increasingly concerned family members wanting to make sure I'm okay (resulting in some very early morning Skype sessions... mom), I wanted to spell out, to the best of my ability, why I probably won't die from a bomb in Korea.

First of all, let me remind you that the western media loves (and I mean LOVES) to take all the really interesting bits of a story and mash them together without regard for context or background. I would know. I used to be one of them.

The latest news with the Korean tensions is the locking of a joint factory complex that sits just north of the border. This is, understandably, making some people nervous. More than 800 South Koreans work in the complex, and the fact that they've been able to go to work like normal every day despite all the bombastic rhetoric has been a prime example of South Korea's lack of genuine concern. If the South Korean government were taking Northern threats seriously, they would never allow 800 of their own citizens to cross into the North every single day.

So when it was announced that the factory is being closed, naturally, some people got worried. However, the key detail is that the North is closing the factory, not the South. What difference does it make, you ask? All the difference in the world. If the South had decided that it was no longer safe for its citizens to commute across the DMZ into North Korea every day, then yes, we might have a problem on our hands. But the fact that it's the North closing the factory just means that they're being belligerent. In all reality, the factory probably won't even be closed for very long. It's a huge cash cow for currency-strapped North Korea. More than 50,000 North Koreans work there, producing hundreds of millions of dollars in goods and providing the state with more than 36 million dollars in annual tax revenue. A state as poor as North Korea isn't going to ignore one of its biggest sources of domestic income for very long.

Another tidbit on the news today is the movement of U.S. ballistic missile defense to Guam. Again, this sounds scary until you stop to think about it for a minute. If the U.S. were trying to defend South Korea from missiles, they wouldn't put missile defenses in Guam. Do you know where they would put them? South Korea. The U.S. has a giant military base smack dab in the middle of Seoul (it's surrounded by some really excellent bars, by the way). But North Korea isn't threatening South Korea. These missile defenses are being moved to Guam to defend the United States, in the unlikely event that the North tried to shoot a missile at you. This is a bit of a ludicrous scenario for a couple of reasons. The obvious one is that Korea is really, really far away from the U.S. I mean really, really far. Just ask my family. Any missile launched would have to make it all the way across the Pacific ocean  (oh hey, Guam), before it even brushes the west coast.

Yes, there is a chance that the North could launch a conventional weapon at America. We do know that they have that capability. However, again, the chances of it reaching American soil before being shot out of the sky seem to be slim.

Now, let's talk about nukes.

We know that North Korea has some kind of nuclear capabilities. However, it's very important to remember that there is a big gap between having nuclear technology and being able to use it against an enemy. North Korea has only been able to detonate nuclear devices under pristine, highly controlled conditions, none of which involve shrinking the device down to a fraction of its original size, strapping it to a rocket, and launching it at someone.

So that's pretty much off the table. It is worth adding, however, that an unprovoked nuclear strike on a sovereign nation would bring the full force of the entire world down upon them. No nation on Earth would allow such an attack to go unpunished. The Kim regime would be wiped off the face of the planet before they could say "kimchi."

Speaking of North Korean military capabilities, it's important to look at the statistics with a grain of salt.  Yes, North Korea has a million-man army, but many of those men have been on the verge of starving for most, if not all of their lives. Yes, North Korea has fighter jets that could fly over Seoul and drop bombs, but the government doesn't have enough fuel to get them in the air for very long. No fuel means no planes means no bombs.

Now, let's turn to some of the other factors that are at play here.

For the last few weeks, the U.S. and South Korea have been conducting military drills off the Korean coast. It's no secret that the war games are meant to be a show of force to the North, but these happen every year as part of the ongoing military cooperation between the two countries. The drills will be winding down in the next couple of weeks. Remember this, it will be important in a minute.

Arguably the biggest piece on this diplomatic chess board is Kim Jong Un. The man of the hour. Sir Portly McGoofyhair. A man who became an absolute dictator before the age of 30, making 20-somethings everywhere reexamine their life choices.

Just kidding.

But seriously, he is young, and that is something we have to remember. Traditionally, age is a big deal in Korean society. The nation has a rich history of Confucian values, which place a heavy emphasis on respect for your elders. Ipso facto, if you're not old, you don't get a whole lot of respect.

So here's this young guy who is trying to maintain an iron grip on a country he inherited from his dad, which has been thrown into devastating poverty and left struggling at the back of the line as the world marches forward into the future. He has to get his people to love him and trust him the way they loved and trusted his father and grandfather. How does he do this? By making a big deal out of defending his people against the oncoming storm of American imperialism.  See, here's the thing: most North Koreans have no information about the outside world. They don't realize that they're the weird little country everyone makes fun of. We have reason to believe many actually think South Korea is poorer than they are. But here's the kicker: if there was a war, they think they would win.

So what seems to be happening is that our buddy Mr. Kim is taking these war games happening with the U.S. and South Korea and using them as a propaganda tool. He's trying to make his people feel threatened so he can issue fiery rhetoric about the alleged imminent threat of an invasion. That way, when the military drills wind down in a couple of weeks, he can turn to his people and say, "Look! I made them back down! See what I did for you? North Korea is best Korea!"

It's all an inside game. This young man is insecure in his power, and he's trying to puff himself up in the eyes of his people. But he's not a moron. He was educated in Switzerland. He owns an Apple computer. He knows that any war would end in his demise. There's no question about it.  He may be power hungry and full of hot air, but he's not about to engage in a war that he is certain to lose.

I know it's easy to fall into the trap of reading every news headline about Korea and thinking the end of the world is coming any second now. But remember, don't just read the headlines. Read the details. Read between the lines. Really listen to what is being said, and think twice before you start pooling a "Get Meg out of Korea" fund.

Though I wouldn't say no to a free plane ride...



Much of the information in this post comes from the following CNN article:  North Korea warns 'moment of explosion' nears


Mar 18, 2013

Just Keep Swimming

I know. I'm sorry. I haven't been around lately.

I have a number of excuses I could throw at you. The new school year is in full swing, and it's proving itself to be considerably more stressful than last year. I have more work, more responsibility, and the weight of a brand new coteacher who is still finding her feet and learning how to do things like use a hole puncher.

On top of that, I've been fighting a cold for about two weeks now. I can't seem to shake it. I'm not getting any worse, but I'm also not getting any better. I just have a really foul cough that makes me tired.

But the truth is, there just hasn't been much to write about lately. I go to school, come home, maybe go for a run or go to the climbing gym, and then curl up in bed to read, watch tv, or generally cease interacting with the real world. I've been steadily plowing my way through Doctor Who.

(For my fellow Whovians, I just finished season 3 and am hoping Martha is finally out of my life forever. Am also nursing my new-found terror of weeping angels statues. Holy sh*t.)

In other news, I'm supposed to sing a few songs on the ukulele at an open mic night tomorrow, but due to the way my cold seems to be progressing, that might not happen after all. Also, I'm turning a quarter-century old this week, which may or may not be causing a minor existential crisis and/or some vague homesickness.

Peet out.


Mar 11, 2013

Strexercise

Strexercise (n): stress-induced exercise. Stress exercise.

I would like this go to on the public record: The word strexercise appeared here first. Google says so.

Mar 6, 2013

A Word (or Several) About North Korea

North Korea has been in the news a lot lately. Most of it is the usual blustering and saber-rattling, the sheer ridiculousness of which makes it difficult to take Kim Jong Un seriously as a leader. He's this portly 20-something guy with a goofy haircut who makes frequent, absurd-sounding threats towards South Korea and the Western world. Visits to North Korea are closely guarded by the state and portray an anachronistic slice of Stalinist paradise. As most of America (hopefully) knows, Dennis Rodman recently took a trip to the Hermit Kingdom and came away spouting about how great a guy Kim is.

But dig a little deeper, and your stomach will quickly start to turn.

It's easy to dismiss Kim Jong Un's threats to the western world as the empty gestures of a man who has been backed into a corner. But while we may question the validity of his promises to strike Seoul, one thing we cannot question is the reality of the atrocious human rights violations happening in his country. He may seem ridiculous on the outside, but his control over the country, inherited from his father, is anything but.

As I write this, human rights groups estimate that as many as 250,000 North Koreans are being worked to death in prison camps. This isn't a rumor or an urban legend. Anyone with access to Google Earth can see them for themselves-- enormous sprawling compounds that stretch on and on through narrow valleys in the middle of the country.  A quarter of a million people. And that's just right now. These camps have existed for years. Entire generations have lived and died inside of these camps. If there are a quarter of a million people imprisoned at this moment, how many more have died before them?

We don't even have to look down from above anymore. The trickle of information that used to come out of the hermit kingdom is turning into a small stream. One book in particular, Escape from Camp 14, is gaining popularity and, in my opinion, is a must-read for anyone who... no, actually I think it's a must-read for everyone. It's not very long.

 Remember those books about the Holocaust you read in high school and college? Remember how shocked you were that these things actually happened, and wondered how people could sit back and watch? This book is right up there with those, only these things are still happening. We're the ones who are sitting back and allowing it to happen, the ones who chuckle at websites dedicated to pictures of Kim Jong Il looking at things and at the thought of Kim Jong Un having a conversation with Dennis Rodman.

This all became very real for me when Very Special Visitor and I took a day trip to the DMZ. It's an incredibly sobering experience. Sure, it's amusing to look at the empty propaganda village and hear the stories about American soldiers blowing kisses at North Korean guards standing just a few feet away. At the same time, as I peered past the world's tallest flagpole and saw the outlines of one of the country's biggest cities, as I looked at the rows of barbed wire marking the line between freedom and oppression and saw tiny figures toiling in fields on the other side, it hit me. Suddenly I felt unclean. Here I was, standing on the most heavily-fortified border in the world with my fancy smartphone in my pocket and a box of chocopies in my backpack, and within less than 3 miles were people who, at any moment, lived in fear of being sent to a prison camp for the rest of their life. It felt like the worst kind of safari.

In my AP US History class, we had a debate about why FDR didn't bomb the train tracks leading to Hitler's death camps. We talked about how the world could allow human beings to be systematically worked to death in prison camps run by an evil, oppressive regime. History does not look kindly upon the bystanders of that era.

I'm not saying there's any easy solution-- or one that won't cost lives. All I'm saying is: Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it. How will history look back on the bystanders of our time?


Update: For more information, check out a recent CNN piece about Rodman's trip to North Korea.
You can also read the Human Rights Watch report.

Feb 28, 2013

Things you learn when traveling alone

Oh hey, guys. Remember me? Sorry for the rather extended leave of absence. As I said before, I had a Very Special Visitor for about a week and a half, and now I'm wrapping up my vacation with a little sojourn to Hong Kong. This is my first time traveling alone, and I've learned a few things about myself. One is that I don't care about food. I just don't. Before I left, several different people squealed at the mention of my plans, admonishing me to "try ALL the food." Have I? Nope. I haven't even tried a little bit of the food. It's not that I don't think I'll like it, it's just that when I'm experiencing a new place, food isn't very high on my list of priorities. Also, I get nervous at the thought of eating in a restaurant alone.

This brings me to my next realization: I don't like traveling alone. This surprised me because I really like BEING alone. Like... A lot. Anyone who has spent more than a day with me can attest to this. Poor VSV got the full effect during the aforementioned visit. The reason I don't like traveling alone may sound paradoxical, but it's true: traveling alone means talking to a lot of strangers. When you travel alone, everyone you talk to is a stranger. They talk to you in the hostel common area. They talk to you while you're waiting for your flight. You even room with them if you don't have a private room. Call me a mean little hermit, but I really do not like talking to strangers. I don't know why, it just makes me uncomfortable.

Conclusion: I'd much rather have a trusted travel buddy to talk to and who can interact with strangers on my behalf.

To make up for this boring and ultimately uninformative post, please enjoy these pictures from my last few days in Hong Kong.