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Is the Lee Administration Its Own Worst Enemy?

This is how South Korean diplomats talk about each other:

A former high-ranking official jokingly said South Korea’s diplomats may look like they have been playing the piano for decades but they can’t manage a song as simple as ‘Chopsticks.’ South Korean diplomacy resembles a small and decrepit station in a remote village where trains no longer stop. In short, the isolation strategy is tantamount to diplomatic failure, even if officials of the Lee regime might not like to hear that.

Please tell us your honest opinion! Asia Sentinel’s Lee Byong-Chul also has equal disdain for the Lee Myung-bak administration and the UN Security Council. “South Korea’s diplomacy, obsessed as it is with Cold War mentality, is unlikely to pass muster at the Council’s cattle show.” But, as the prospect of a deft Chinese-led dismissal of the Cheonan issue is certain, Lee blames the Lee administration for its diplomatic ineptitude, limp jokes at G-20 meetings in Toronto included.

Lee’s ideology seems to be harder-bitten than that of his generals. While some people think the Lee government is coming across as weak and indecisive, others point out that partisan people at the ideological extreme ends of the right and the left seriously ossified the inter-Korean relationship. Unlike optimistic conservatives who think there is always an unsustainable feel about the Kim regime, large numbers of moderates estimate that Seoul at the UN is essentially powerless. There are three reasons.

First, the Lee government made the mistake of hurriedly bringing the Cheonan case to the Security Council without considering concrete prior diplomatic means to attempt to persuade China and Russia, the North’s patrons, to adopt tougher penalties than erstwhile sanctions. Given that South Korea’s diplomacy largely gravitates toward its relationship with the US, China’s and Russia’s reactions are no surprise.

Second, the validity of the report on the sinking is being challenged from within South Korea itself. The opposition and liberal civic groups are driving the Lee government into a corner by charging that the report has many flaws. Liberal civic groups, both at home and abroad, sent independent letters to the UN. The dispute raises questions over whether the conclusion of the findings was the best weapon. Political opponents assert that the Lee government should have dismissed the arguments by ideological rivals. They find the right-wing government too loose to reinforce its claims on the issue and unable to calmly analyze all the available evidence and intelligence.

These liberal pundits view the report as a kind of travesty but their sureness irritates people on the street. Their ingrained skepticism is thus treated as self-righteous, blurring the boundaries between inescapable facts based on science and second-guessing based on rumor. The Lee government regards the critics as steeped in a ‘Blame South Korea First’ flower-child culture.

Third, neither the South Korean Defense Minister nor the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff– both are from the Army, virtually monopolizing the whole military debate — was aware of what had happened to the Cheonan for almost 30 minutes. The Lee government’s performance in handling the case has been hamstrung by the military’s continuing reversal of various announcements. Like the broken warship, the military was, too, torn away at the time. The military authorities’ subsequently zigzagged briefings became fodder for both political opponents at home and pro-North Korea countries abroad.

International communications satellites (INTELSATs) closely monitor signals to North Korea from a large American listening post at Osan Air Base in South Korea. It is safe to say that the United States might have strongly hinted or explained to China what its national security agency civilians and numerous US Army, Navy and Air Force military signals intelligence (Sigint) specialists had collected and identified. There is no clear picture of what role Kim Jong-il himself played in the attack, though.

So apparently South Korea has little choice but to drop its warlike mode of diplomacy. The government had a diplomatic position on what the inter-Korean relationship would look like in the wake of the Cheonan sinking, but so did every cabdriver in Seoul, with about the same effect. If Lee and his aides are puzzled by the motivations behind the attack, then the logical response is to increase the collection of intelligence, recruit more spies, educate them about the details of espionage tradecraft and add to the volume of information they have about the North.

I find the third point most damning for Seoul’s international reputation. Pyongyang as usual provided some comic relief, accusing the G-8 summit of a “sinister political purpose“. On the second point, the Hani punts a particularly rotten example of scientific criticism of the official Cheonan report. I’ve not read any confirmation of Lee’s supposition, that the US shared intelligence information with China, to embarrass Seoul. So, right now, it seems Seoul is scoring goals for the other team exactly at the time when everyone is ready to listen, and no one else is being particularly credible.


Filed under: IGOs, Korea, Maritime, Military Tagged: cheonan, china, dprk, g-20, hu jintao, lee myung bak, north korea, prc, rok, Russia, South Korea, unsc

The Dead and The Living

The cemetery was peaceful - but that's what people always say about cemeteries, don't they? They're always carrying on about how "peaceful" they are. I can't say that they're really wrong. Except for a couple of maintenance guys, there was no one really there. Bunches of flowers gave a break of color between the green of the grass and the grey of the headstones. It was quiet, and a slight breeze blew. So it was peaceful, save the hiss of the freeway, which filtered in through the evergreen trees that ringed the field of the dead.

I stumbled off the plane after 16 hours of travel - which isn't a deadly amount, but enough to make you loopy - especially when coupled with the sleep deprivation that comes with not getting a wink during what should be a whole night's rest. This added up to two if you count the night before the flight that I spent with my girlfriend MH, holding her and gazing into her eyes, wondering why I had to fall deeply for a girl just before a long trip to America. But I needed to come home, to see my family, both the living and departed. My sister is getting married and we are all going to gather for a happy occasion, a welcome excuse after being called home for sicknesses, bad news, and funerals.

I jumped into the rental car and shot straight to Olympia, where I had a massive omelette breakfast with my friend Scott before heading over to the cemetary.

To see both of your parents names - one over another - gracing a headstone, can take the air out of even the toughest among us. I was alone, armed only with a bundle of flowers that I picked up at the Fred Meyer's down the road, and when I approached the spot in the wall where their remains were interred, it all shot me in the gut: I was home, and they were gone. It never seemed so tangible before - an ocean's distance does wonders to blur the realities of life. The last time I was home was for mom's funeral, but that was too soon, as they say: her name had yet to be etched into the cold marble. Now there it was, spelled out for me to read in disbelief, over and over again.

Not knowing quite what to do, I bowed before them, in the manner of a Korean ancestral right (jae-sa). This was not planned, but, it seemed to me that honor was appropriate here. Plus, I was so seized with grief that the ground was the only place that made sense, at least for the time.

After mom and dad I made my way to the veteran's section, next to the big Howitzer they have marking the area for those who served.

"Can I help you?" a maintenance guy asked.

"No, I'm just looking for my grandpa's grave."

"What's his name?"

"Glen Christ-"

I looked down and there he was: "Glen Christiansen. U.S. Army major. WWII."

I kneeled down and kissed the stone, rubbing the smooth surface with palm of my hand.

"Here's a little something for you, gramps."

I opened the bottle of Chivas Regal that I picked up in Narita's duty free and gave the grass in front of the headstone a generous pour. Gramps was never one to say no to a taste of Scotch, and I wasn't about to deny the man, even in the afterlife. He was a second father to me.

Again I bowed. Respect was the name of the day.

Next to Grandpa C. are my great grandparents, Matt and Marie Reisenhauer, whom I had the pleasure of being very close to utnil the ages of 12 and 13, respectively, when they left this world, exactly one year apart. These graves are nearly 30 years old now, and the grass surrounding was beginning to encroach. I trimmed it the best I could with my bare hands, gave them both a belt of booze, and bowed.

* * * *

I'm just 39 years old, and yet so many I knew in my family are already gone. It's strange and sad to think about, but this is life and people do die. We all just would like to cling on longer than we're often given: this goes for those we love, and even ourselves.

Today I went to visit the one earthly remaining member of the old guard: My grandma C. As I walked into the brand new buildinf of the facility that houses, her, I was reassured. The place was bright and warm; sunlight shot in from outside; earth tones were the dominant hues, and wooden beams supported the high-airy roof. The place didn't smell of antiseptic or pee, but was about as pleasant a location as you could imagine. I suddenly felt like less of an asshole for having my lovely old grandmother basically locked into such an institution.

I found grandma in her wheelchair, rolling herself forward with her feet. She looked good: She was clean and her color was great. Her eyes were open, despite the fact that, for all intents and purposes, they don't really work any more.

"Hi grandma, it's Chris..."

She recognized my voice immediately, and I kissed her on her cheek, resisting the urge to let forth the waterworks, both out of joy and deep sadness. I had tavelled halfway across the world to see my family, and there they were, in her face and in her touch. I could see my mom and dad; I could see my grandpa; I could make out the figures of those old folks who have been gone for so long now, my great-grandparents. There they were, living in grandma, and during the duration of the 90 minute visit - my first of many this trip - I could feel them, and I trust they felt me.

there's a red house over yonder

Today I went a wandering ...



... in a new pair of shoes my mom sent me ...
(merci ma xo) 








... where I found my new home.






World Cup 2010 - a photo journey

Not every Korean may be a soccer fan the other three years and eleven months, but this is World Cup season. This post is a look back at the three first-round games, plus Korea's second-round game - attended in four different places.

Game 1: South Korea vs. Greece, City Hall Plaza, downtown Seoul:



Thanks to the rain that night, few of my pictures came out acceptable. You can see the red horns for the 'Red Devils' fans; red ponchos covering red shirts were equally as common.



The fierce look of determination by sidewalk sellers, along with plenty of horns, raincoats, and inflatable stuff. When cans of beer cost 3,000 won, however, I headed to the nearest convenience store:



This place was prepared for the crowds - unfortunately the staff seemed as enthralled with the crowd as the rest of the crowd was.

Game 2: South Korea vs. Argentina, Itaewon:



The scene just outside of a bar - the screen and outside patio were nicely added on to the rest of the establishment.



Time to get out of the rain - like most bars, this one was packed. Some chicken fingers and beer later, I looked up to realize Korea was getting beat pretty badly. That didn't stop the crowd - mostly foreigners - to continue the same shouts and chants heard when Korea was doing well.

Game 3: South Korea vs. Nigeria, Nowon



Seeing as how the game started at 3:30am local time, there was no need to go too far from home. Within walking distance were enough places to eat meat, drink beer, and watch the game on several screens - without having to get up.



The outdoor restaurants were by far the busiest, while the bars kept pretty busy as well. Because of the hour, however, I didn't see too many people drinking...

Game 4: South Korea vs. Uruguay, Hongdae:



Ahh, Korea - land of hyper-fast internet and technical malfunctions. The crowd stuck around, however, and 10 minutes into the game the crowd cheered to see the pitch.



Considering most eyes should have been on the game, I was surprised to get a few people posing.

South Korea, you did good. You advanced to the second round and got beat by a superior team. That's just the way it goes sometimes. Your fans - including quite a few foreigners - chanted, sung, ate, drank, and were merry whether winning or losing. See you in four years, soccer - the interest level is likely to go way down now that you're out.

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milk = answers


In exactly 1 month I will no longer be in Korea.
This makes me nervous.
Hopefully my choice in milk will make me just a little bit smarter,
so I make choices that are just a little bit wiser.

MBC Marathon

Marathons always sound like a good idea when they're scheduled to happen a few months later. A typical plan would consist of slowly getting back into shape over the generous amount of weeks beforehand, before blitzing the track and setting a few local records at the same time.
But reality always has more realistic ways of doing things. A week before the MBC marathon was scheduled to happen, I finally decided it might be a good idea to go for a practice jog. 

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On the morning of the event, we woke up at an inappropriate hour and went to a subway station that was a lengthy distance from our comfortable dwellings in Gwanak-gu. While waiting in the freezing air for the shuttle bus to arrive, I wondered why so many people would willingly sign up for such an ordeal.

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I concluded that it was because the act of monetary payment and boasting to friends of involvement is a subconscious way for us to trick ourselves into having to do something that we'd normally make excuses to avoid.

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At the venue were a large amount of people who had found themselves a victim of such self-trickery. The ones who really did want to be there were identifiable because they wore specialized running singlets, rather than the complimentary 'Run Yourself Better' shirt.

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In the end our times weren't too bad. I only stopped to walk once, and that was because of a hill. And the good thing about the MBC Marathon is that everyone who crosses the finish line gets a medal.

With three sponsor's logos on it.

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There were a few thousand participants at the event, and they had booked over a hundred coach buses to transport us from the subway to the location, which was around 5 kilometres away. Next year I'll just run from the subway station to the course and back, thereby saving time and money.

That is, if I choose to endure three days of post-traumatic thigh disorder.

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A week passed between the marathon and the time this photo was taken, which was when this particular baby was one day old. It's Heather's newest niece, and technically my niece-in-law. In Korea, they often don't give names to babies until some time after they're born.

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Heather has a slightly worrying, endless fascination with babies. I don't mind the things.

Especially when they're sleeping.

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I think it would be a very rewarding job to work in a maternity ward. But you would have to like babies a lot, and put up with an unnatural number of halmonis trying to communicate in baby language while tapping on the glass.

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It was Heather's second sister's first child and she seemed pretty relaxed about the whole ordeal. We hung around in the recovery ward for a while, and Heather administered one of her famous temple massages.

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Heather's parents were happy to have another grandchild. They took us out for barbecue pork and encouraged us to drink copious amounts of soju. After that we went to the noraebang together, which would have been a little odd if I wasn't so tipsy.

Another odd thing that happens when I go to Busan is that I always borrow Heather's dad's old clothes to sleep in.

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Heather's mother can speak Japanese. I studied it for a few years in middle school, but I can only remember how to say "I understand a little bit of Japanese."

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Heather's parents have planted the lettuce seeds that my dad brought from Australia for them. Dad calls this kind of lettuce 'fancy lettuce'.

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What a lovely wife I have. She used to try and hide from the camera when I first started blogging, but these days I think she's beginning to enjoy the publicity. Occasionally we'll be walking somewhere and she'll say "Hey, take a photo of me over here."

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We went back to Busan on the Sunday without having time to catch up with friends. I don't mind the odd trip down there, but it's pretty exhausting. Typically we sleep little, drink lots and are enthusiastically fed too much apple, melon and obscure banchan* that only Heather's mother makes. Of particular note is her salt crab dish, which is so salty that raw crabs are perfectly preserved at room temperature for months on end.

*preserved traditional Korean side dishes, the family recipes of which are passed down the generations.

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But the good thing is that we often get to choose which homemade banchan we take back to Seoul with us. A treasure chest like this will last us for quite some time. In some ways, banchan is the perfect gift, because it's cheap to buy the ingredients, but takes a lot of care and experience to make. 

Hmm, now there's some food for thought.

The Hips Don’t Lie…

( But is she smart too? Source )

As long-term readers will be well aware, I’m a big fan of evolutionary psychology. And why not? It usually provides both simple and extremely compelling explanations for many universal cultural features and human behaviors, such as that of the evil stepmother or the fact that 95% of killers are males for instance. So when research in 2004 found that women with hourglass body shapes are 30% more likely to become pregnant than others, it was no great surprise that men worldwide have always tended to find this body type the most attractive.

But even congenitally blind men too?

Yes, it’s true, and while critics have frequently pointed out the sexist and/or (ironically) culturally-based assumptions to many of evolutionary psychologists’ conclusions, this latest news definitely buttresses the “nature” rather than the “nurture” side of the debate:

…Notwithstanding the significant scientific evidence in support for the ubiquitous male preference for the hourglass figure [a waist-to-hip ratio of 0.68 to 0.72], social constructivists doggedly hang on to the position that our preferences are due to arbitrary socialization (e.g., advertising teaches men to prefer a particular body type). Well, in today’s post, I discuss a new study that yet again kills the apparently immortal socialization dragon!

In a recent paper published in Evolution and Human Behavior, Johan C. Karremans, Willem, E. Frankenhuis, and Sander Arons explored men’s WHR preferences with one twist: the men in question were congenitally blind! Needless to say, this largely removes the possibility that these men were taught via media images to prefer a particular female body type. You might wonder how one would go about eliciting such preferences from blind men…via touch of course! The researchers had two mannequins dressed in exactly the same way but who varied in terms of their WHR (0.70 or 0.84)…

Read the details at Homo Consumericus, and the typically acerbic comments section there is also interesting. Meanwhile, on the same day I read that I happened to pick up the June 2010 edition (no.21) of cosmetic store Aritaum’s (아리따움; “Charm”) free advertorial magazine (as one does), and the contrast with the wholly photoshopped, physically impossible “X-line” body type being promoted in it couldn’t have been any greater:

( “Find your X-line”? Good luck! )

I’ve already discussed the X-line concept in an earlier post, almost literally tearing to shreds a Korea Times report – nay, also an advertorial – that uncritically reported on the “new body trend” in the process. But you may also be curious to read the advertising copy for the X-line slimming drink above however: what does persuade Korean women to buy such things?

아리따움 슬리머

울여름, 꿈에 그리는 비키니를 위한 당신의 다이어트 플랜은? 운동하기엔 많은 시간과 노력이 필요하고, 어디서 왔는지 모를 다이어트 방법은 믿을 수 가 없다. 그렇다면 올해도 무조건 굶는 것이 최고? 굶어서 빼는 다이어트는 단기간의 체중 감소는 느끼겠지만 얼굴 혈색을 나쁘게 하고 피부 탄력을 떨어뜨리며, 얼마 지나지 않아 요요 현상을 불러온다.

슬리머 DX는 간편하고 즐겹게 이용할 수 있는 슬리밍 제품으로 식약청으로부터 체지방 감소 기능을 인정 받아 믿고 섭취할 수 있다. 또한 휴대가 편한 앰플 형태라 언제, 어디서든 자신의 라이프스타일에 따라 쉽고 간편하게 다이어트가 가능하다. 아리따움 슬리머 DX라면 올 균형 있는 X라인으로 비키니를 입는 데 주저함은 없을 듯!

Edited slightly, to make it sound better in English:

Aritaum Slimmer

This summer, what is your diet plan for getting into your dream bikini? Exercising takes a lot of time and effort, and you can’t believe in diets if you don’t who came up with them. This year, is simply being hungry the best solution? If you diet this way, it is true that you will soon feel that you’ve lost some weight, but at the same time your complexion will become bad and your skin will lose its elasticity and bounce, almost inevitably resulting in a yo-yo effect as you crave foods again.

Slimmer DX is a simple, convenient, and enjoyable to use slimming product that you can take with the confidence that the Korean FDA has recognized and approved it as a slimming product. Also, it is portable and in a bottle that has more than enough for any occasion, ensuring you can easily use it to diet whenever and wherever you choose according to your lifestyle. This summer, you shouldn’t have any hesitation to use Aritaum Slimmer DX to wear a bikini that shows off your balanced X-line!

Sound familiar?

Diet advertisements in Korean magazines appear to promote more passive dieting methods (e.g., diet pills, aroma therapy, diet crème, or diet drinks) than active dieting methods (e.g., exercise). Results further indicated that women may be misled to believe that dieting is simple, easy, quick, and effective without pain, if they consume the advertised product. This study suggests that there is an urgent need to establish government regulations or policies about diet products and their claims in Korea. Magazine publishers also need to recognize their role in societal well-being and accept some responsibility for advertisements in their magazines.

Finally, a question for readers: I picked up the Aritaum magazine partially because I couldn’t tell if Lee Na-young’s (이나영) neck above in a bus-shelter advertisement near my apartment had been lengthened or not? She’s a tall woman; I honestly can’t tell. Meanwhile, the woman in the first picture is Shin Se-kyeong (신세경) for those that you that are curious (whom I’m well aware will also have been extensively photoshopped; in the original image, her legs appear to have been lengthened), but, alas, the identity of the ant-like figure with the X-line escapes me I’m afraid!^^

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Filed under: Body Image, Cosmetic Surgery, Cosmetics, Dieting, Exercise, Korean Advertisements, Korean Media, Korean Sexuality, Sexual Relationships, Skin Whitening Tagged: Lee Na-young, Shin Se-kyeong
  

 

Konglish in Class

My 6th graders have a huge government test in July, on everything they've learned in elementary school. The month of June has had identical lesson plans: dictation, practice test, go over practice test, give key sentences or flashcard making for homework. The only issue (for me) is that the government test is completely bilingual and very Korean heavy so it's very difficult for me to help teach. Basically, instead of our usual 50-50 balance, my co-teacher directs the class while I mark the homework and dictations, help keep students on task or help the low level/special needs students. Anyways, so I was grading today's dictations and I ran across some rather comical mistakes. It was necessary to suppress my giggles...

Actual Sentence: Does your mother work?
Student wrote: Does your mother wank?

Actual Sentence: I like red and blue.
Student wrote: I like rad and bar.

Actual sentence: Do you like fall?
Student wrote: Do you like fool?

Is it sad that they can't spell basic color words, of course. Is it hilarious at times? Absolutely.

On second thought, the mistakes aren't really laugh worthy but whatever. I get my kicks where I can.

Also, if you have time to kill, go check out my article over at Busan Haps, the Busan expat/tourist magazine. 

Molotov Vibrations - or - another Hongdae fundraiser / concert

When good intentions meet good bands, a couple things happen. First, some money and goodwill are raised. Second, more than a few people get together to enjoy the celebrations, possibly mingling with those trying to do some good. While the party went fine, there were a few areas that could be improved for next time.

10,000 won earned you a stamp on the hand and a bottle of Smirnoff Ice, while raffle tickets were available for a number of prizes. When asked, however, neither volunteer could say when the drawing would be...

Before long, Rubber Duckie came up to play as the first act:




This female Korean trio started with a soft cover of "Over the Rainbow" before kicking it into punk gear. Their selection of covers was interesting, but curious - Nickelback's "How You Remind Me" made the crowd cheer.

During the break, I went upstairs to check out the organizations that the funds are being raised for:



Some representatives from the organizations receiving the funds - 꿈을키우는집, an orphanage in Suwon, and 우리집, a North Korean refugee center in Ansan. That none of the representatives appeared downstairs was a little disappointing...

The next band up was Kachisan - a loud foreign trio:




Their style of rock got the crowd going - a loud show, but some of the better rock I've heard in awhile.

Since Korea made it to the round of 16 in the World Cup, the game had to be shown. It's like a Korean law or something:



Although Korea lost 2-1, the crowd stuck around to see the Rock Tigers - a Korean rockabilly band:





The Rock Tigers didn't disappoint, although I'm looking forward to hearing some new songs (or even some covers!) from them.

Next up was The Noise - a foreign trio:





Their original rock music kept the crowd jumping and energetic.

Last up was Easy Boy - a Korean quartet that played a few covers familiar to the crowd:



This guy was intense.


This guy didn't show quite as much emotion, but the music they played was one of the highlights. Between Michael Jackson's "Bad" and Jet's "Are you gonna be my girl" were a few Korean original songs.

By now it's 3am, and the time of the night (combined with a drink or four), the Lady in Red and I were getting tired. The raffle had yet to happen, and we were ready to go - sorry, but we're not incredibly interested in learning more about volunteering or picking up a brochure at that time. Even as we left - almost 4 hours after arriving - we had no idea when the raffle was going to be - I dare say few people even knew the names of the two organizations being supported. When you separate music and cause, the vast majority of people will only care about one or the other, not both. Still, a fun time and one worth attending.

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