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This and That Vol. 1

After much pondering, I’ve decided to start posting some of the random photos I take. I have a ton it seems, and constantly uploading them to Facebook bores the hell out of me.

Originally I wanted to put up a separate page of nothing but photos, but WordPress won’t let me update a separate page with regular posts. Fuckers.

As such, I will have to let my scribblings share space with my sorry attempts at photography, so I hope you will be patient with me.

I should mention, though. I know very little about taking quality pictures. Hell, I have a camera I barely know how to use. After the purchase I sat at my computer watching Nikon tutorials feeling like a grade-A rube.

At an rate, I guess you could consider this an experiment. If it doesn’t pan out, I’ll probably end up dumping the whole lot on Flicker with hopes that someone will appreciate the effort. Clearly, I’m no professional, but if I’m going to take photos, I might as well show them, and there’s so many crap blog photos out there, I’m sure a few more won’t matter.

If you decide to comment on the shots, be gentle. I’m a sensitive young lad.

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THE COST OF DOING BUSINESS?

I was in class last Tuesday when I got the news. I was teaching my usual interminable two hour slog to the same three listless college boys, retreading a lesson from a book that I have squeezed dry for the last five years, when my phone buzzed. I quickly glanced at the screen and saw that it was from my girlfriend:

"Ah... North Korea..."

Minhee, my girl, usually eschews politics in her frequent text messages. These missives most often deal instead with when or where we shall meet, what we'll have for dinner, or more simple and heartfelt expressions, such as "I miss you" and "kiss." The shuttered state to the North has never entered into our texting dialogues, and at once I knew that something was up.

"What do you mean?" I tapped back.

"Check the internet. I'm on the subway and some guy turned up the news loudly..."

"Ten minute break," I told my students, and dashed to the nearby faculty office where I commandeered the first computer I could find. The homepage was set to Naver, a popular Korean portal (think Yahoo East). Usually Naver is filled with photographs of girl groups and soccer players, accompanied by seductive headlines written in Hangul. What I saw instead was a photograph of an island, from which rose several columns of black smoke.

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I gleaned what I could from the Korean headlines and quickly jumped over to the NY Times for an English-language version of the obvious shit that just went down. The story was short and sketchy on specifics, other than that North Korea had attacked the South's Yeonpyeong island with ARTILLERY, killing a couple of marines and wounding several more. It wasn't until the next day that we were to find out that two civilians were killed as well. Article quoted the time of the attack as 2:36 PM. It was now 4, less than 90 minutes after the first shell fell. Was the South going to hit back? Would the North bomb more targets? Was this it - the awakening of the spectre that lurks in the room every day on The Peninsula - the shitstorm, the great HOLY FUCK, the real resumption of the Korean War in all of its catastrophic glory?

I told my three students - all recently out of the army - to close their books get out of class, that their country was under attack. I then headed home and proceeded to have about six different hurried and sweat-inducing phone conversations with some of my expat buddies, as well as my girlfriend. We felt a bit safer as each moment went by and the air raid sirens didn't blare, but one thing was for sure: North Korea had deliberately attacked the South - raining shells down on a civilian-occupied island. This was a brazen act of war, and coming on the heels of the sinking of the Cheonan last march (which sent 46 young sailors to their watery deaths), a dangerous and almost unthinkable provocation. But was I surprised? Could I be surprised by such a thing? After all, North and South Korea have technically been at war since 1950: an armistice ended the first round of the Korean War, but a peace treaty never followed. Tuesdays attack was a startling reminder of this fact.

Within a couple of hours I joined Sam, Nick Bibby, and Sir David Scraggs for some pints down at Rock and Roll Bar, where we watched the grim newscasters read from teleprompters, the usual backdrop of nighttime Seoul replaced by a massive photo of Yeonpyeong's burning buildings. This wasn't like before. Images of war were being splashed across the TV sets of an otherwise passive nation. This would be sure to inflame public opinion, which can be a dangerous business in a nation so susceptible to groupthink: I read today that 70% of South Koreans polled favor some kind of military action against the North. This is up from just 30% last March. Are they finally sick of eating shit?

"This is serious stuff, mate. The worst I've seen in eight years here," said Sir David, staring at the crimson and amber colors on the screen. We nodded our heads and then got amazingly drunk.

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Angry South Korean hardliners burn the Kims in effigy, along with the NK flag.


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That night, after my sixth or seventh pint, I had a long conversation with Angry Steve, who is always good to counsel during such times of strife and political instability. Angry's up on the issues: He's a thinker and a reader and his opinion matters. I pride myself in having smart friends, and he just may top the heap in many ways. We played out some scenarios, trying to predict which way this thing really could go, but in the end were left with no real answers. It's fun to play at pundit, but in reality no one knows shit. Steve, as a reasonable cautious and practical man, predicted nothing would come of it:

"I don't know, but the South just has TOO much to lose. Are they going to risk it all with some sort of revenge attack? Or is living with these provocations just the cost of doing business? I think the latter is much more likely."

Most people seem to agree with Steve, that the South will suck it up yet again, keep making steel, cell phones, cars and semi-conductors, and brush off world perception that they're the biggest bunch of pussies on the globe. But hey, who cares, as long as the money's flowing? Right?

"You know the world is laughing at you guys?" I told my girlfriend during a late night chat last week. I was a bit boozed-up and feeling candid. "How long are you gonna let them pull this shit."

"You may think that, but this is different..." She said. "We are carefully weighing our options and will act as we must."

South Korea is kind of like a nouveau-riche family that recently bought a mansion in one of the nicest parts of town and has grown to be accepted by their other wealthy neighbors. North Korea is like the South's poor, pissed-off, white-trash cousin that lives in a trailer park on the shitty side of the tracks. Sometimes North Korea gets drunk and onery and drives over to their snooty cousins' house at 3 AM. They blast loud music, throw beer bottles out of their pickup and do donuts in the front yard. Sometimes they even take out a stop sign with their twelve guage. They're a pain-in-the-ass and an embarrassment, but they are family. However, even family members are capable of killing each other.


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Should I stay or should I go? That is the question. In the event of a breakout of open hostilities, do I stick it out or skedaddle? Will I even have a choice, or just be rounded up and shipped out? I do know that there are evacuation plans for American nationals in the event (I would say "unlikely event" but I don't really believe that anymore) of war. There are several collection points around the country. The nearest one to Busan is at the Korean naval base in Jinhae, about 45 minutes away, providing that traffic isn't totally evil.

I've decided that I would, or will, stay. This is my home now. This is where my life is. My parents are gone. My girl is here, as is my house, most all of my possessions, along with two adorable and tempermental cats. Busan is also far from the DMZ and cut off by a big-ass river. It was the only big city to not fall to the North the first time around; I doubt that they could make it here this time, if there is a this time. Also, as a writer, it'd be too good of a story to walk away from. Whether this is a ridiculous romantic notion, selfishness, or the height of naivete is for you to decide, but if the shit goes down, I'm staying put.

But will it go down? Will it come to that?

I don't know the answer. None of us do. But my hunch is that something will break along the way. Small bouts of war may very well be the cost of doing business, but at one point that cost will be too high - more likely more emotionally exhorbinant than anything else - but that'll be enough. When that happens, there will be no going back. I'd like to bank on peace winning out, but history gives us pretty lame odds as far as that's concerned.

Stay tuned: this could get nasty.

A Spaztastic Day-Moving Out

I had a feeling it was going to be one of those days as I repeatedly dropped things in the bathroom this morning. Luckily, the only permanent damage was to my favorite eye shadow which shattered into a million pieces and made a ridiculous mess.

Despite my reservations, I made it through the day without even painfully bumping into a desk or spilling my coffee! My students (with the exception of one slightly evil 6th grade class) were bummed that I am leaving and my desk had a small mountain of farewell notes and little presents.

After class I ran to the post office to get another box to try and get my suitcases down to regulation weight. I brought it home, stuffed 15 kilos worth of stuff in, and off I went dashing back to the post office. I made it half a block before the box ripped and dumped all of my stuff in the middle of a (thankfully dead) intersection.  Logical problem solving me was replaced by anxiety me-- who desperately tried to make the box go back into box shape so I could get out of the middle of the street. My stuff, instead of piling neatly sort of rolled about into an even bigger mess.

As I was desperately shoving away, a friendly grandmother came over and tried to help me--with a baby strapped on her back. She quickly decided that what I needed was tape and told me to hold on a minute. A minute later she popped back outside with a roll of industrial looking tape and helped me tape the box together. One of her friends (or another random elderly lady?) stopped to help us and in 2 minutes we had my box taped up and all of my stuff securely inside. I bowed deeply and thanked them both and then was on my way again.

I know that if the situation was reversed I would have done the same thing but to have that sort of help when I really needed it was just fantastic.  It's not so bad being a spaz if someone is there to help you out.

Note-I came to Korea with 2 suitcases. I am leaving Korea with 2 suitcases and having mailed 4 large boxes. This does not count the 100+ books I have gotten rid of. I must try to curtail my accumulation habits!

Why I've been blog MIA:

The one main reason is that I have been having TONS of difficulties with my ankle the last few months. If some of you remember I was t-boned by a truck about a year and a half ago while riding my bike in Midtown-Sacramento, California. Well, after finally getting in touch with an ankle specialist here, he explained the severity of the nerve damage to my ankle and subsequent chronic pain. Since our first meeting, I have been going to the hospital six days a week for electro-therapy, microwave treatment, laser therapy, physical therapy and acupuncture. Not to mention dealing with some emotional trauma realizing that there is a chance I may never be able to do all of the activities I once loved-hiking, rock climbing, running or even standing for long periods of time, etc. Thankfully, I have been showered by uplifting support from my family, friends and the healthcare professionals here in Korea. I am committed to staying positive and strong about my situation and to focus on all of the blessings I have in life. So, in an effort to do so I am getting back to my video blogging and will start by posting some videos I haven't yet and continue to make and post new ones. Please keep the comments coming and I hope you enjoy them!
Jamie Lomazzi

Is what I know actually true?

This is a sort of ‘big-think’ post: big as in an overview of the way I think and what I think about, not as in international politics, although I will be discussing international politics.  There will be a scattering of links but this post is about my opinions.

I am writing it to learn what I think about certain things and to see if they seem rational.  For this reason, although I will engage in some revising before I post, I do not promise a rational train of thought. This could well be a Grand Canyon style set of curves and twists, although likely as shallow as the Grand Canyon is deep.

I am in an email debate with a coworker about evolution and creationism.  I am convinced his views and claims have no merit.  There are a few points where I can see why is confused while still denying there is room for confusing.

I recently read a post on Facebook from a ‘friend of a friend’ (this is the literal term used) about how the North Koreans were provoked by the US and that the US and South Korea engineered the sinking of the Cheonan.

Last March, North Korea was falsely blamed for sinking a South Korean ship, a topic an earlier article addressed, accessed through the following link:

[link removed - find it in the original article]

Seoul said there’s “no other plausible explanation….The evidence points overwhelmingly to the conclusion that (a) torpedo was fired by a North Korean submarine,” even though none was detected in the area.

At the time, evidence suggested a false flag, manufactured to blame the North. The incident occurred near Baengnyeong Island opposite North Korea. US Navy Seals and four US ships were conducting joint exercises in the area. The torpedo used was German, not North Korean as claimed. Germany sells none to Pyongyang. Yet it was blamed for what it didn’t do, what apparently was Pentagon-manufactured mischief.

I am convinced these claims have no merit.

Articles like this have me confused:

I have found at least something to like about each Republican or Democrat I have met. I have close friends in both camps, in which I have observed the following: no matter the issue under discussion, both sides are equally convinced that the evidence overwhelmingly supports their position.

During the run-up to the 2004 presidential election, while undergoing an fMRI bran scan, 30 men–half self-described as “strong” Republicans and half as “strong” Democrats–were tasked with assessing statements by both George W. Bush and John Kerry in which the candidates clearly contradicted themselves. Not surprisingly, in their assessments Republican subjects were as critical of Kerry as Democratic subjects were of Bush, yet both let their own candidate off the hook.

The neuroimaging results, however, revealed that the part of the brain most associated with reasoning–the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex–was quiescent. Most active were the orbital frontal cortex, which is involved in the processing of emotions; the anterior cingulate, which is associated with conflict resolution; the posterior cingulate, which is concerned with making judgments about moral accountability; and–once subjects had arrived at a conclusion that made them emotionally comfortable–the ventral striatum, which is related to reward and pleasure.

I am convinced that the US government has lied many times and consistently on several specific subjects.  I believe that they attacked Iraq simply because they could.  There was no evidence of recent use or creation of WMDs.  Just about everything we were told was a lie.  I am more accepting of claims made about Afghanistan but still distrust most everything I hear about US foreign policy.

And yet I accept almost everything I read about North Korea and see the Americans, and the South Koreans, as the good guys who don’t have any special reason to do wrong.  The North Korean government is evil and I can’t recall hearing of them doing anything that I approve of.

If I read or heard that sentence describing anything else, I would consider the writer or speaker to be simple or naive.

I do want to think of myself as rational and not overly set in my ways.  I like to think of myself as open to new ideas and have made an effort online to admit, on occasion, when I was wrong.

There was a blog in the old days called incestuous amplification.  The name referred to the way people with set viewpoints only read media that agreed with them so their own views were strengthened artificially.

The internet and other media all seem consistent in their vilifying of North Korea.  Defectors all tell stories varying only in how horrifying the conditions there are.  Still, people escaping a country can hardly be expected to describe it glowingly.

These same defectors are treated poorly here in South Korea.  They are watched with suspicion and can only find menial jobs.

North Korean pronouncements seem almost comical in their unrestrained attacks on South Korea and the US- so comical that I can easily imagine they have been doctored by translators.  And yet, I do see vicious verbal attacks followed by demands that the South give them more aid and reopen factories based on North Korean soil.  They seem crazy, but their demands are often met.

Is there anyway my reader(s) could imagine the North Koreans are not the total bad guys I believe them to be?


We went to the police station for a field trip. No one spoke...







We went to the police station for a field trip. No one spoke English. I didn’t quite understand where to go or what to do for about 98% of the day. Not sure what the kids took from this experience, but I did end up eating some delicious kimbop. As the kids would say: It was a so-so day.

Destination: Yongmunsa (Yangpyeong, Gyeonggi-do)



Not to be confused with the surrounding Yongmunsan Resort (용문산관광지), Yongmunsa offers a thousand-year-old tree just outside of a temple founded as the Silla dynasty was ending. It seems a bit disingenuous to put an amusement park right next to a Buddhist temple, but there it is.

Founded by Monk Taegyong or the last Silla dynasty King Kyongsun in 913 (no one seems to actually know), the temple received the wooden blocks for printing Buddhist sutras by Monk Chicheon in 1378. The temple was reconstructed and repaired multiple times in the early Joseon Dynasty, but was burned by the Japanese in 1907 because the temple served as a central place for the Korean resistance.

Once getting off the bus, walk past the myriad Korean restaurants and souvenir shops. Pay the 2,000 won admission fee, and head into the resort. Note that the temple is only part of the attraction here - in fact, you might have a hard time finding the way up unless you're looking closely at the signs.



Part of the Yongmunsan Resort is the Sustainable Agricultural Museum of Yangpyeong - um, interesting, but not the reason I came here.



One of the dragons guarding the front gate - appropriate considering 'Yong' (龍) means dragon. Even after getting here, you're still a few hundred meters from the temple - start hiking.



The suspension bridge is fun to hop on, as more than a few kids found out. Crossing it takes you another way to the temple - a somewhat more rugged dirt path on the side of the mountain. If you'd prefer to stay on the wide-and-paved path, keep on hiking uphill, and consider a souvenir or two while you're there:



A woodburner working by hand was just inside a small shed - lots of wonderful examples of his work as well.



Finally getting closer to the temple - presenting an 1,100 year old 은행나무 (eun-haeng-na-mu), or Ginkgo tree. Supposedly planted by Silla Prince Maeui, he spent his years as a monk after the Silla Dynasty was dissolved in 935 AD. Today, the tree is considered Natural Monument #30, and remains an enduring symbol of the area. At 41 meters tall and 14 meters around, you're likely to see the tree before the temple. A fence and alarm protect the tree - and for good reason. Legend holds that when a branch falls off or the tree dies, some calamity will happen to the country.



Presenting the main temple hall, or the 대운전 (dae-ung-jeon) - despite the noisy crowd, the reverent inside managed to ignore the noise.



The 불사리탑 (bul-sa-ri-tap), or the pagoda of Buddha's ashes.



Presenting Gwaneumbosal Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva of Mercy. It's considered a Tangible Cultural Treasure, and was originally made in the early Joseon Dynasty.



The outside of the 지장전 (ji-jang-jeon) - I love the colors here.



Several smaller statues featured balancing acts involving coins.



A wonderful dedication to the mountain spirit, or san-shin. There's no other information available at the temple, which is unfortunate.



The wooden fish drum, or 목탁 (mok-tak).

After hearing the alarm near the tree go off for the umpteenth time, I headed down to discover a set of 부도전 (bu-do-jeon):



The taller one is a stele, while the other ones are stupas.

Another sign promised to show another stele and stupa only a couple hundred meters away, so off I went. What the sign failed to mention was that those 200 meters were essentially straight up a line of staircases.



While the stele (not pictured) is little more than a tombstone-like stone full of Chinese, this stupa was dedicated to National Preceptor Jeongji. After this monk passed away in 1385, a large number of sarira (pearl-like objects believed to contain spiritual knowledge) were found after the cremation. This prompted King Taejo to give him a fancy, though posthumous, title.



After heading down, I couldn't help but stop by the amusement park. You've already paid the admission fee into the resort, but the rides cost a bit extra as usual. Most of the rides were empty or essentially empty - November isn't exactly a hopping time for the area.

I'm happy to have gone, but it's not a particularly tranquil temple. Neither quiet nor peaceful, it's still beautiful, but takes more than a bit of inner peace and concentration to block everything else out.

Ratings (out of 5 taeguks): How do I rate destinations?
Ease to arrive:


Foreigner-friendly:


Convenience facilities:


Worth the visit:

Directions to Yongmunsa: Take the Jungang line on the Seoul subway system to its eastern terminus, Yongmun station. You can get to this line from Yongsan station (line 1), Ichon station (line 4), Oksu station (line 3), or Wangsimni station (line 2 or 5). This can take some time to reach, so buy a drink and/or snack at the convenience store before getting on. Once at Yongmun station, take exit 2 to street level, then take a U-turn and turn right to walk away from the train station. Walk about 150 meters to the four-way intersection, then turn left and look for the Yongmun Bus Terminal. Transfer to the next bus headed for Yongmunsan - it's about 20 minutes away, and leaves about every half-hour. Even though you're way out of Seoul, your T-money card still works - always nice.

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