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Quick Spaz Update!

On the way home from my GRE study group last night my mom called me. Normally, answering the phone does not cause bodily injury. However, when you slide your phone open and your rectangular wooden cell phone charm hits your eyeball with some force it does. So. Painful.

Me: Mom, hold on a sec.
~holds phone against stomach to muffle swearing~ F*CK OUCH GAH!!!!!!!!!! ~carefully return phone to face~
Me: Sorry, I'm back.
Mom: What happened?
Me: Somehow I managed to whack myself in the eyeball with my cellphone charm when I answered the phone.
Mom: ~Laughs~
Me: It really hurts! ~laughs too~

Further irony: the charm is something I bought at a Buddhist temple in China. It means happiness. Somehow, having it poke my eyeball was not how I envisioned that manifesting. Go figure.

Vengeance in ’97

Piangtawan Piang Phanprasit separates the wheat from the chaff concerning the 1997 IMF Crisis.

…it is tempting to suggest that market-oriented policies as opposed to the East Asia development paradigm have been more successful in that the economies pursuing the former were not relatively affected. Nonetheless, the paradigm was rather market-enhancing and at least accounted for unprecedented growth in the economies concerned. The financial collapse was the consequence of financial liberalisation which the troubled economies’ institutions had not yet fully developed to cope with but in other areas of development the paradigm has proven rather successful.

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The Most Breathtaking Country

I have been living and working here in Korea for two years now so I feel qualified to make some observations on the subject. Bear in mind reading this that I am anything but a dispassionate observer. I love this place, this culture, and these people. Also, admittedly, my experience of other cultures with which to compare it is rather limited. Nevertheless, I am a fan and I tend to beat the drum and the observation I have chosen to make is probably universal regardless. Now I know Korea isn't perfect and there are a lot of entrenched attitudes that should change. But I think that there is a lot more positive about this place than most expats I talk to give it credit for. For one thing, living in a place like Korea gives you an opportunity to learn a new way of thinking.

For instance, in talking about Korean cities, some people complain about the stink. I will admit that on a hot summer day in Busan sometimes you get a whiff of something coming out of a sewer grate that feels like a punch in the gut. But I love the other smells: the fruit and vegetable markets early in the morning when the stands are freshly rainbow stocked with produce, dried peppers and piles of pungent aromatic herbs. The pine woods along the singing brooks on Geumjangsan when the sun hits hard the west side of the mountain before setting over Gimhae. The smell of the sea spray at Igidae, ripe with brine, with hints of seaweed and barnacle. The smell (yes, smell) of child laughter on the beaches. Eyes closed and earphones squawking, I can smell them, just beyond my eyelids: sun-blocked though fully clothed, bobbing in yellow rubber tubes, screaming in the rollers. Sun block and fried chicken and dried squid and sand. And wet towel. Yeah, that's it. And how can you not love the smell of a sizzling pile of samgyeopsal, kimchi and garlic popping in the fat, sea salt and sesame oil, duenjang, lettuce leaf. A bottle or two of cold Hite. These are smells that stay with you, too. And they enable the recall, walking past a forgotten alley or sitting on a beach or by a stream sometime after, of moments spent laughing and eating and drinking and talking and walking and swimming with friends.

You can spend a lot of energy feeling bad about something. I have a well-known propensity to get in a funk and stay there. But I have found that there is cheer and beauty available when you actively look for it. It is simply a matter of perception. I am perfectly capable of perceiving the stink of the world... but I can choose to call it something else. Juliet pointed this out when realizing that she had managed to fall in love with someone who had the wrong last name. She said: "What's in a name? That which we call a rose / By any other name would smell as sweet." Shakespeare is shaking the very epistemological foundations of his own art with these words by calling into question the link between language and meaning. And it is something to reflect on in the present discussion. What is flower? Red? Sweet? How much to the adjectives and nouns we choose to describe the phenomena around us affect our perceptions? It has been proposed that the act of naming may constitute nearly the whole of our conscious experience.

So what is the point of all this babble and what does it have to do with life in Korea? There are a lot of people who walk around frustrated because this place doesn't conform to their image of how things should look, or work, or smell. And if it is different it is by definition bad. This is a myopic and self-centered world view from which the inevitable outcome is discontent and anguish. I have learned, while here, that there is another way of thinking, and naming, that is outside of myself. When I am presented with an experience, say a smell, it is essentially a choice. And whether it is a bad smell or a good smell is largely irrelevant. It is a smell. And I am in control with what I do with it. Is it a stink or a "pungent aroma"? No, it is neither. It is merely another color in the rich palette of life. And neither am I saying to live a life of pure reason divorced from emotion. I am only pointing out that emotion is also a choice, and a powerful force which can and should be channeled positively. This applies to interpersonal situations as well. Like when one of my children removes the paper from the brand new crayons I just brought to class. Those are (were) crayons. This is a child. I name which one is more important and let that knowledge further inform my reaction.

I guess what I am saying amounts to the old adage that life is what you make it. And the little things that make up our daily life are all less things acting upon us than opportunities for us to act on the world. And in doing so, we can take control of our attitudes and possibly even our actions. I am very grateful for the chance I have had to live in a culture and landscape so foreign from my own. It has taught me a new way of seeing. And smelling.

South Korea Adventure #7- Yeongcheon 영천 Motorcycle Trip

On Saturday July 10th we headed to Yeongcheon. On the wikipedia page it states "Tourists to Yeongcheon are few" We had know idea what we would find. The ride up was good besides running out of gas. I did manage to drift into the gas station, I suspect I have a small leak in the tank. We got up to Yeongcheon and stopped and had a picnic first. We got a tourist map and decided to check out Chisan Mountain. It was about 40 minutes outside of Yeongcheon. There were only a few small signs, but we were able to find it. We got to cool off in the waterfall. It had been a long time since I went swimming in freshwater. It was nice and made it really feel like it was summer time. We then headed out to find this silk worm museum. It was really random. By the time we got there it was closed. The worm was not locked so we were able to go inside it. The museum was really in the middle of nowhere. It was 8 km off the highway in the middle of some farmland. After the museum we headed to Pohang. We had dinner at a Japanese restaurant. There were not many vegetarian choices. The owner was nice enough to make me a salad. He later gave us some soda for free. We then hit the road. It started to lightly rain. Then it started to pour. The 80km ride from Pohang to Ulsan was super miserable. Most of the time we could not see. There was also fog in some of the stretches along the ocean. I would have quit but I was able to get behind a suv. Following allowed me to see where I was going. In Ulsan we stopped for a break. We were both soaked. It was John's first long rain ride. I don't think he was enjoying it much. I assured him he was becoming a better rider. Though I think he would have preferred being somewhere dry. We were able to follow a large truck back to Busan. Once in Busan the rain stopped. I was so glad to get home and get out of my wet clothes. A part of me actually enjoyed the rain ride. I like when there is a challenge. The whole ride you have to stay focused. As well when you are done you feel like you have accomplished something. Though next ride I think I will check the forecast more carefully...

Some Thoughts on Turning Forty

First: I am not old. I thought I would be by this point, but I am not. I am in better shape physically now than I have been since my early twenties: my blood pressure at my last annual check-up was 120/80, my vision is still 20/20, and I have never yet had a cavity. I am fine.

Second: I am not wise. I still make the same mistakes over and over, the same ones I have been making my entire life. I talk too much and rarely say anything. I love the wrong way. Yet I have at least, I think, come to the point where I realize how much I have to learn. And I have an inkling now of the difference between knowledge and wisdom. And I have begun to assemble a mental archive of the potential sources of wisdom (none of which are books, by the way). So there is a chance that in after another forty years of my life I might approach something like wisdom but I doubt it.

Third: I am lucky. I should probably be dead. When I think about some of the stunts I have pulled I can only shake my head. If not deceased in some way that would have placed me in the Darwin Awards Hall of Fame at the very least I should be severely brain damaged. I also managed to somehow avoid prison, a mortgage, drug addiction, reproduction, and marriage. I have a level of financial and personal freedom of which many employable men my age can only dream.

Fourth: I am both more and less attractive than I think. How this is possible: I am more appealing (according to my sources) for reasons I can neither comprehend nor appreciate, as I am not a woman, and I am more unappealing for the same reasons that it is impossible to see certain parts of my anatomy without the aid of reflective devices. We simply don't see ourselves the same way other's see us and for the most part this is good, although it can make us, or me, unjustifiably vain. And (oh no don't do it) on the subject of the fairer sex: I enjoy, from time to time, listening to them talk, trying to concoct theories about how and why women think the way they do and although you couldn't pay me to publish them here I will say that they are full of all the necromancy and convolutions you might expect of a man unschooled in physics attempting the description of a black hole based solely on observation. Yet I have come to understand that this mystery is the finest thing about a woman, the thing that makes them unceasingly fascinating and beautiful like a car wreck in slow-mo. It's like Willie sang about the cowboy, or cowgirl in this case: "[She] ain't wrong / [She's] jist differnt..." But never let it be said that they were wrong in their assessment of us as men. Women are natural born observers. If you have ever overheard two of them sit and dissect another woman who has made the unfortunate mistake of being physically absent... heard them shred personalities, point out deformities, clinically analyse and dismiss wardrobe and hairstyles, and frankly recall critical and often unavoidable lapses in personal hygiene... then you are well aware that nothing gets past them. So your back/nose/ear hair, your balding psoriasis, your hemorrhoids, your bilious gases, skin and tooth decay, moles, spots and warts...she has marked each and every one. Knowing this... and noting her unabashed pleasure at not only seeing you but on occasion stooping to touch you... the only possible conclusion is that you, with all your obvious imperfections, must be, in her eyes at least, beautiful. And that, boys, is a fine, fine thing.

I could go on but I think this hole is deep enough. I thank all of those who made this life possible. I would also like to thank the many individuals who have helped make it enjoyable. I am in your collective debt. More at 50, j.

The Gender Politics of Smoking in South Korea: Newsflash

( Source: Metro, Busan edition, 8 July 2010, p. 3 )

A quick newspaper report on Korean smoking rates that caught my eye.

Of course, I was a little disappointed that it discussed “average” rates for men and women, as these are essentially useless pieces of information given the huge diversity within each gender in Korea, and doubly so for women because of chronic underreporting. But that is to be expected for a free daily, and at least it takes a step in the right direction by mentioning that female teenagers tend to start smoking much earlier than males, which will hopefully result in some much-needed attention being given to this burgeoning group:

People Would Consider Quitting if Cigarettes Cost 8500 won a Packet

At 42.6%, Korea has the highest adult male smoking rate in the OECD

Although the general social trend is for people to stop smoking, Korea retains its position as the country with the highest adult male smoking rate in the Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD).

According to a survey of 3000 men and women over the age of 19 conducted by the Ministry of Health and Welfare last month, 42.6% of Korean men smoked in the first half of this year, a decrease of 0.5% from the second half of last year, and a break in continuous increases for the past 2 years from August 2008, when it was 40.4%. However, a large gap between this and the average OECD rate of 28.4% (2007) is apparent.

Of particular interest, the survey also revealed that compared to men, women are starting to smoke at earlier ages. Of those smokers under 29 surveyed, the average age both sexes started was 18.1, but the average age of women was 16.5 and that for men was 18.3, showing women started roughly 2 years earlier.

However, of non-smokers surveyed, 21.4% replied that they did once smoke, but 62% of those were successful in quitting on their first time, showing that it is becoming easier and the social norm to do so. Indeed, 59.4% of smokers replied that they intended to quit.

Accordingly, when asked what the most effective method of quitting would be, the most popular choice [James - among current smokers?] was “increasing the numbers of no-smoking zones” at 22.8%, followed by raising the price of cigarettes (18.7%), increasing penalties for smokers (18%), and launching public campaigns (16.3%). In particular, when asked “How much would the price of cigarettes have to be raised to be effective in making you quit?”, the average answer was 8510.8 won a packet, or 3-4 times higher than current prices.

( Source: unknown )

Next week, after Part 4 is completed, I’ll translate this much longer Korean article that looks at female smoking more specifically.

(Links to other posts in the series as they appear: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5)

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Filed under: Body Image, Dieting, Gender Roles, Gender Socialization, Korean Advertisements, Korean Children and Teenagers, Korean Demographics, Korean Families, Korean Feminism, Marriage, Sexual Discrimination
  

 

South Korea’s Robotic Crutches

Engkey, the ESL Foreign Teacher KillerI’m continually worried that the US imparted to the ROK the wrong culture of technological quick fixing. Case in point: robots.

I don’t know why the ROK Prime Minister’s Office and the Justice Ministry are even bothering with rationalizing the country’s E-2 visa programEngkey is out to make foreign humans irrelevant.

The trials and errors at the Korea Institute, a wooded top-security compound for the country’s best scientific minds, represent South Korea’s ambitious robotic dreams.


Last month, it announced a trial service for 11 types of intelligent robots this year. They include “kiosk robots” to roam amusement parks selling tickets, and “robo soldiers” that will man part of the 155-mile border with North Korea with a never-sleeping camera eye, night vision and lethal fire power.

But the most notable step was this country’s plans to use robots as teaching aids. In February, the Education Ministry began deploying hundreds of them as part of a plan to equip all the nation’s 8,400 kindergartens with robots by 2013.

One type of robot, toddler-size with a domed head and boxlike body on wheels, takes attendance, reads fairy tales and sings songs with children. A smaller puppy robot helps leads gymnastics and flashes red eyes if touched too roughly.

Even though they are little more than fancy toys, experts say, these robots prepare children for a fast-approaching robotic future.

Early this year, when the institute did an experimental run of Engkey in Masan on the south coast, there was a mad rush among children to be selected for the program, said Kim Bo-yeong, an English teacher.

“They all loved robots. They get shy before a foreign native speaker, afraid to make mistakes,” Ms. Kim said. “But they find robots much easier to talk to.”

An independent evaluator of the trial noticed that Engkey required the constant presence of a technical operator. “Engkey has a long way to go if it wants to avoid becoming an expensive yet ignored heap of scrap metal at the corner of the classroom,” said Ban Jae-chun, an education professor at Chungnam National University.

Judging by Ms. Kim’s Masan students, I guess I’ve been doing it wrong all these years. Perhaps I should dress up and act like a robot, to relieve my students’ stress with dealing with humans. “A heap of scrap metal”? Well, that’s better than I feel most days. The robot won’t have to deal with messy sentiments about workplace fairness or common decency. It doesn’t have to sleep, either. Maybe, future models will be equipped to zap with electricity slumbering students – or serve them lattes – at midnight cram sessions.

Defense robots I find only slightly less troublesome.

South Korea is trialing (???) a remote-controlled sentry robot capable of carrying out surveillance and combat functions along the military demarcation line.

A military officer on Tuesday said one was deployed last month at a guard post within the demilitarized zone on the central frontline in Gangwon Province. It is a remote-controlled armed robot with state-of-the-art surveillance equipment.

“We’re going to deploy such robots at all posts along the DMZ by year’s end if the trial operation is successful,” the officer said. The military authorities could also deploy them on the five islands near the maritime border in the West Sea.

Equipment consists of a camera, a K-4 high-speed machine gun, and a central control system. Each robot is said to cost about W400 million (US$1=W1,212). The surveillance camera sends images to the command and control room in real time. If it detects an approaching enemy, the robot is activated to fire 40 mm rounds at high speed.

“Armed robots don’t judge themselves but are activated by soldiers to fire,” the officer said. “The robots will not completely replace all sentry guards along the MDL, but it’ll be possible to maintain a high surveillance level with a small number of troops.”

Generally, where conscription has become as much a national rite of passage, replacing conscripts with robots just seems inadequate. Will there be a joystick and a monitor included for the conscripts back at HQ?

I don’t have to wax poetically about enslaving generations of robots serving human masters. But, I would suggest South Koreans tackle issues, like learning English, dealing with foreigners, competing globally, and conscription before spending vast sums outsourcing these unpalatable topics to mechanical devices that might not be the savior disgruntled students and conscripts demand. But, at least, the Korea Institute hasn’t offered a robot to assuage frustrating rural men waiting for a foreign bride.

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Filed under: Business/Economy, Education, Korea, Military Tagged: e-2 visa, engkey, esl, foreign teqchers, robots, rok, South Korea

gearing up

I've got a bit of a backlog of blogs, sorry. Just haven't been in a good mood lately.

But! Today I got my international driver's permit in the mail! I can rent a motorcycle in Bali!!!

Sweet, sweet freedom. Although... I've never driven a motorcycle before, so it's going to be pretty interesting getting this thing off the lot.

Also, if I don't post after the trip, please send someone to look for me, I might have driven into a ditch or something.

LESS THAN TWO WEEKS TO GO!!

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