picked up some fabrics to make an apron at busanjin fabric market — don’t be fooled, busan readers, you actually get there from beomil (bumbledong) subway exit 1 — and snapped a few images of the colorful fabrics for making hanbok. word on the street is, brides to be get the goods for their wedding hanbok here.

thank you, kindly lady, for letting me take your picture.

when it comes to being the subjects of photojournalism, there are a few kinds of koreans.

the kind who wave frantically in protest if a camera is even pointed in their general direction (numerous),

the kind who get up and walk away from a pleasantly framed environmental portrait after you ask to take their picture because, i assume, they think all you want a picture of is their wares (also numerous),

the kind who’ll stay in the frame but keep their faces turned away from you the entire time (moderate in number),

those who’ll stay in the frame and strike a cheesy pose (few and puzzling)

and finally, the lovely ajummas who’ll just stay put and let you take their photo (few and deeply appreciated).

today, i woke up early and took the train to jagalchi fish market to watch a few fish auctions and take some photos. mostly, i just got told not to take photos. sometimes outright screamed at not to take photos. and that happened when i was only snapping these dried squid tentacles!

saw some interesting stuff, like this ship bringing in crate after yellow crate full of squid.

these guys were waiting for it.

and then, no less than three funky korean fishermen told me not to take any more pictures, so this is all you get to see of the ship:

after that was a silent auction for them. it was much nicer than auctions in the united states. it sounded like singing. i tried to watch, but i got elbowed out by the same guys who forbade me from taking any photographs. literally, physically forced out of the circle of people standing around. i don’t mean any of this as a complaint. i still get to see all the things i’m seeing, after all, and enjoy the experience of being where i am. it’s just a really strange divergence from my experience taking photos stateside. i’m trying to get my head around why the Average Jin is so camera-shy.

there were so many kinds of fish and seaweed i’d never seen before all around jagalchi.

monkfish are my favorite i think. when they’re dead, they look like slimy puppets. this one still had the bait in its mouth.

there was also more than one escaped octopus trying to creep away from his tank.

finally, it seemed like high time to try some of the fish, so i ordered the jeong shin (set menu) from a place that cooked their fish outside on this contraption and got such a feast, i couldn’t have finished it if there had been two of me.

This morning, this link appeared on Twitter.  Now, there is nothing wrong with practice.  However, one reason that studying English in Korea is inefficient is that there endless repetition without reason.  Here is yet another example.

It may be the case that the author is completely fluent and completely qualified to teach English.  Nevertheless, the last thing that Korean students need are drills, drills and more drills without explanation.  Koreans have been taught in this way for too long, and it has resulted in the waste of precious time.

The internet, of course, can be a powerful learning tool.  The Lost Seoul has questioned whether or not Twitter is helpful in learning English.  There is no doubt that the internet should be an invaluable resource for learning English.  However, this exercise isn't, until there are reasons given addressing why the original sentences are wrong.