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Question from a reader: your rights and the swine flu

A reader writes in with a question many teachers have been wondering about: the swine flu and our rights.

Do you have any idea about what are our rights when it comes to swine flu? Like for example, my friend got sick, and her school made her go to the hospital, where they injected her with multiple things--she has no idea what--and then gave her several unknown drugs to take. A week or so later, she still had a cough, so they made her go back to the hospital, where they gave her Tamiflu, and her school ordered her to take it. I'm not sure how much you know about influenza or Tamiflu.....but that was the most illogical move imaginable. She even got tested for swine flu, and the test says she doesn't have it!

So if I get sick, and my school tries to make me go to the hospital, I will freak out. I will not let them inject me with anything, I will not take any random drugs they gave me, I will not take Tamiflu. I'm not against medical treatment or anything, I have a pretty standard view of it, but nothing cures the flu except Tamiflu if given at the very beginning--and it should only really be given to the most high-risk patients, given the bad side-effects--and of course Tylenol to keep the fever down. Will I get deported if I don't let them inject me with things? Can your school order you to take drugs? I'm so scared!

And one of my coworkers was sick today at school, with a fever even, but she was afraid to say anything or ask to go home because she feared everyone would flip out and probably ask her to stay home from work for weeks--even if she doesn't have the flu--and she's probably right! But if she does have the flu, well she probably infected a bunch of people at school today because she didn't go home. Does anyone else have these same fears?

I see a couple other bloggers have beaten me to the punch - HT to Brian in Jeollanam-do and Ask the Expat :)

While I'm far from a legal expert, the first thing I would say regarding this particular issue is that it's not precisely a legal problem, but a social issue with side effects and consequences bound to outlast the current paranoia. It's true that swine flu has become a problem in Korea - I see the students coming in with masks everyday, and getting stuck with an ear thermometer isn't exactly my idea of fun.

What rights do you have? Legally and academically speaking you have 95% of the same rights as a Korean; there's that law about not getting involved in political stuff, and there may be some specific rules as far as your visa goes. Since your rights seem to fly out the window as soon as the proclamation to protect them has been announced, let's move out of that world as well.

If you find yourself in a situation where you're being told to do something or being treated differently because of a sickness (real or perceived), the very first thing to do is ask questions. Understand what's going on - and dig in your heels until you figure it out. Good questions include:
  • What do you need me to do?
  • Where do I need to go?
  • How much will this cost?
If you're not feeling well and want to go home, but the school won't let you:
  • What does our contract say about sick days?
  • Would you prefer I possibly spread swine flu to our students?
If you're at the doctor's office:
  • What is that drug / what are you giving me?
  • Are there any side effects?
  • How much will this cost?
  • When will we have the results?
If you're not feeling well, simply saying 'I don't feel well' isn't enough - and it really doesn't hurt to be careful. Getting a checkup is a reasonable precaution, and getting tested or getting a medicine shouldn't cost you much of anything - the government is supposedly stepping up to the plate in that respect. It's best not to assume, though.

As for questions about the swine flu vaccine, its effectiveness and dangers, I'm not yet convinced it's not the safest or best science in the world. Is it better than getting the swine flu or risking an infection? Probably. Is it worth forcing a vaccine / medicine on a teacher for the sake of public health and keeping a school running smoothly? From a society's standpoint, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few (and yes, that's a Star Trek reference). Being made to take treatment for a disease you have sounds draconian, but it has as much to do with perception than actual science.

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Tarantino

With the exception of Death Proof, I've seen EVERY Quentin Tarantino movie in the theater.  In 1992, my old LA gf, the last white girl I ever dated, took me to see Reservoir Dogs.  My LA pal and I saw Pulp Fiction in 1994 in Century City,  In 1998 while home for vacation from the ROK I saw Jackie Brown with my brother and ex-wife (they snuck in beers, and as is commonly the case when beers are snuck into a movie house, they left early to smoke cigs and drink more.  I abstained and enjoyed).  The first Kill Bill I saw in LA, again on vacation, this time with my 11 year old nephew, their son -- its release coincideded with another vacation in LA from the ROK.  The second Kill Bill I saw in Fukuoka, Japan. 

And Inglorious Basterds I just saw last night in Seoul at Technomart.  I got out the East Seoul bus terminal and went straight up to see what was playing.  I haven't been in a 'city' with a real cinema for 5 months.  What luck.  I'm back in the ROK for a few days before continuing my journey which will lead me back to LA, where I shall reside permanently, until something better comes along.

I first heard of this movie, Inglorious Basterds, when Showbiz Tharp posted the trailer on his blogsite many months ago.  I'd known that QT had been working on a WW II film.  I'd heard in an interview that he started writing it before the Kill Bill series but I had no idea that it was coming out, nor that it starred Brad Pitt as Lieutenant Aldo Raines.

A lot of people are going to bash this movie.  Perhaps they already have.  I've heard lots of negativtiy about it, and all's I can say to these people is -- Try and make a better movie!

I loved it.  I could go into why but I won't.  The man has never made a bad movie.  And he never will.  And me, I'm going to have endure another day of Seoul.  Think I'll go see it again. 

"I'm a mushroom cloud layin' motherfucker, motherfucker!"


Original Mother-In-Law Diary

Sometimes I look at the other expats here, living the wild single-guy lifestyles we westerners imagine so unique, edgy, cool. Booze and broads and late-night drunken motor-scooter adventures in our Korean-Western micro-culture here in Busan. Then I wonder if my lot is rather dull. I am not one, as much as I have tried at times, to enjoy the Gonzo, too-cool lifestyle. I‘m married, with two kids, and live with my mother-in-law. I work a hellish schedule, hoping to one day afford economic opportunities for my wife and boys, and of course for me. It‘s dull. I get sick of the brats and mothers, and college class-skippers and crying babies, day in and day out, a seemingly never-ending cycle.

But occasionally I slow down enough to really look around. I sit on the floor next to my mother-in-law and we nibble pickled pigs feet before bed. I do live with my mother-in-law. She‘s a dongdongju bootlegger for neighborhood oldies, brewing it in the kitchen with rice, molasses, barley and yeast. She checks her potion by holding a flame over the crock, watching how it burns. It is ready when, if the cap is on too tight, the wine bottle bursts from the pressure of excessive fermentation. I look into the unheated, brown honey-pot of rice wine. The potion is in motion, fermenting, churning as if the crock were still simmering on a low heat. Above the humid and sweet-smelling crock, swarms of tiny drunken fruit flies blissfully dance about.

Every morning at ten o‘clock the house is rocking with elderly drunk-junkies cheering on my son, who is center stage, dancing on the table among the butts and ashes, pork ribs and fish bones, and various Korean liquors. Holding a spoon in his hand for an impromptu microphone, he blurts out his new versions of mommy-daddy trot music and wiggles his butt as the drunken old women clap, howling in hysterics.

My neighbors get drunk two to three times a day after retirement, and seem the happier for it aside from the racking coughs and occasional rheumatic attacks. And of course there are those neighbors who should never touch alcohol. One neighbor binges once a week. He‘s nice until the dongdongju takes hold, then he is a sleepless, quarrelsome vandal for three days and forces all the neighbors to kick his ass or chase him out with a broom. Even my young son is allowed to hiss at this local wino. In a few days the man sobers up, disappearing for a week, preparing for his next humiliating episode.

On summer evenings, when all the neighbors sit outside drinking and barbecuing, perched upon homemade tables, avoiding the musty heat of their cramped little jutek houses, children, furtive and fearful, peak into our dusty old courtyard. It is a maze kimchi pots, ramyun boxes and massive spider webs within which roost goblin-black spiders big enough to gobble up a large roach. Occasionally in our bedroom, a seemingly arm‘s-length centipede treads up above us. We hear his feet softly click upon the wallpaper. The wife kills him with a hammer. She shows me its fangs before the bug disappears into a broth for dinner‘s stamina side dish.

Down the street is a gang of neighborhood thug dogs. Not the American gun-totin‘ thug dawgs, but a pack of half-wild heel nippers. There‘s even a burly miniature Doberman. But he‘s not the top shit-dog. The top shit-dog couldn‘t give a fuck about tough looks, papers and lineage registry. The top shit-dog is a young pup whose mom is in heat a lot. They all flock around this bitch‘s house, wiry, willin‘ and free, while the feral dingo-like Jindo dogs remain chained up and pacing in the courtyards. One neighbor has a tiger-striped Jindo that looks part wolf. We keep our fair distance, he and I.

In the morning on a cool spring day with a warm summer breeze, my wife kisses me goodbye, ties my oldest kid to my back and I step onto the side of our little mountain. The hills are terraced, blooming with kale and cabbage and soybeans. A small park sits on top. If I squint and avoid gazing too far into the smog; if I suck in deeply the pungent aromas of vegetation after a light rain, it seems I have found a tiny piece of Tibet or Nepal right here among the whirling racket of industrial Busan. I have no hangover and the boy on my back is singing his self-made family love song. Finally, I clearly recall what life as a young bachelor really was. Desperately, drunkenly crawling from pub to pub with loneliness and frustrated yearning churning within and without my self, a churning not dissimilar to the churning of my mom‘s freshly brewed dongdongju. Finally, I realize that dongdongju churning, bubbling and brewing beside me fits so much better inside me.


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scott morley

The Also Rans (a good name for a punk band?)

I'm currently going through a bit of a drought at the moment. We're on the island of Ko Chang off Thailand's south coast, and street food's been a little thin on the sand. Instead, I've decided to spotlight some of the street food I've had in the last month or so that for various reasons I've left unreported.




A banana fritter outside the entrance to a waterfall near Luang Prabang. These bananas are small and almost potato like in texture. They can well withstand the heat o'the fryer and come out tasting savory sweet 'n snacky.



This vendor had too choices: spicy or non-spicy. Not wanting to look like a lily tongued farang I opted for the spicy and ended up with something misleadingly familiar. The noodles were almost spaghetti like in texture, and the accompanying sauce looked like Bolognaise in cognito. The resemblance ended there - this thing was stone fire, and the rice cake on top did little to put out the flames.




I had some coconut ice cream in Vietnam and I'm really coming round to the idea of it. The coconut taste is subtle, and there seems to be something extra cooling about this ice cream. The half shell and flag were a nice touch, the accompanying glass of coconut water was undrinkable.




Mini-sausages wrapped in bacon. This one is an O'Sullivan Christmas staple, which is why I found this so exciting. Although the bacon was ok, the sausage screamed everything that is wrong about Asia. With the real thing less than two months away, I shouldn't have bothered.

Honeymoon: Victoria Peak

The funny thing about travelling is that you often end up making short-lived acquaintances with local people. Then when you look back on your photos after returning home, you remember some of them and think "Hey yeah, that person was pretty friendly."

If I ever return to Hong Kong, I'll track down this juice-lady again. Although she only met us briefly, she recognised us when we came on the second day and gave us a broad smile.

When I really think about it, I probably wouldn't mind quitting my Ph.D, opening a small juice shop and earning an honest living while giving nice smiles to strangers.

Why does life need to be more complicated?

Heather and I found a 'Sports Restaurant' in busy Kowloon, which looked a little out of place and inquisition got the better of us. Turns out there were hardly any customers and it had a theme of 'Sports and Food'. Apparently the owner thought that eating in a place with lots of pictures of sweaty basketballers might catch on.

I'm a big fan on Hainanese Chicken Rice, which you can get in Adelaide Chinatown for $5. It's basically a steamed chicken served on flavoured rice with a side dish of excellently balanced ginger and garlic sauce. The sauce goes together with the mild chicken flavour in a heavenly way.
Having not found it in Korea after 3 years of searching, I quickly ordered something that looked similar on the menu. Heather can speak Chinese quite fluently, but when reading a Chinese menu, she often ends up saying something like "Umm... this one is some kind of chicken. And this one is beef."

What ended up coming out was instead Hainanese Chicken Soup. Not quite the same, but we were still distracted by the confusing mixed sports theme anyway.

We pointed at some other enticing hieroglyphs on the menu, and out came these little fellows. They were crispy fried and had a sweet filling.

Not too bad.

It's always nice to do your own thing when sightseeing, but the downside is that you might miss some of the major attractions. We decided to go on a guided tour for a day and it turned out to be pretty good.
This lady stood in the aisle of the tour bus and commented continuously on Hong Kong customs and culture while we drove around the city. She told us that Hong Kong gets 28 million tourists per year. That's a lot of photos.

You could probably collect them all and photosynth them together.

And then there's Victoria Peak. It's the highest point on Hong Kong Island and you can get to the top by tram, bus or the longest covered escalator system in the world. Out of all the views I've seen in my life, viewing from Victoria Peak on a clear day would have to be one of the most stunning.

It's virtually impossible to come here and not take a photo of yourselves.

The Hong Kong government decided that the view of the harbour was too picturesque to disturb with bridges, so they didn't build any. The only cross-harbour traffic is via ferries and three large tunnels that go under the water. Now there's some inspirational city-planning.

The hills of Hong Kong Island contain some of the most expensive real estate in the world, and therefore attract some of the richest people in Asia. One of these includes Stanley Ho, a billionaire who had a virtual monopoly over gambling in Macau for a good 40 years. Later we found out from our Wikipedia-like tour guide that Mr Ho has a number of estates in the area.

I'm guessing he only bought them so that he can casually say to his friends over drinks "Oh, Victoria Peak... that old place? Yeah I think I've got a few mansions up there."

At the top of the peak are a few shops and restaurants. But they are really small, because the altitude up here makes the people grow shorter. Look how big Heather is in comparison.

Seeing so many matchbox houses and fleeing masses below me, I couldn't help but release the carnal Godzilla monster within me.

The photography on the walls was actually put there to cover the ventilation system of an underground building.

Even though I don't drink Coke, there's something comforting about seeing familiar brands for sale overseas. It's that same old feeling everytime: "Hey, they sell that here too!"

Next up on the tour was a boat ride on the other side of the island. They often have small printing on tourism brochures saying things like "Optional boat ride will cost an additional HK$55, which is not included in the tour fee."
Finding out about these things later doesn't disturb me too much, but it is rather difficult to skip out. And then you end up spending more on a tour which at first seemed such good value for money.

The boats were comfortable enough, and I've always liked the idea of reusing car tyres as bumpers. Makes them look friendly.

I wonder who the first person was that thought of it. And I bet you his drinking buddies never believe him.

That white yacht on the left is none other than Jackie Chan's. My claim to fame now is that I've seen it.

So I guess that gives you the ability to say that you've read the blog of a guy who's seen Jackie Chan's yacht.

This is the Jumbo Floating Restaurant, a renowned fine-dining destination on the island. Tom Cruise once ate here.

More intriguing to me than the fact that I had just seen the Floating Restaurant That Tom Cruise Once Ate At - was this friendly Sikh. We never found out his name, but he spent the day smiling at us and generally contributing to a friendly atmosphere amongst foreigners.

We chugged along the canals for a good 30 minutes. High rise apartments are often aesthetically displeasing creatures, but I still find something oddly compelling about them.

Monuments to the monotony of the middle class.

Some of the fishermen in the canals live on their boats in moored groups. Wi-Fi access is sweeping the population.

Here's us, smiling for the blog readers.

This was our boat operator, who could speak very basic English. As we were passing fishing boats along the way, he would point and say things like "Look. See. Fishing."
Short, sweet and effective.

Oh and also, I hope you're enjoying the Wikipedia-style links I'm including this time around. Not sure if I'll keep it up though.

Anyway, see you soon!

Benny Benny

Benny Benny

Written in some Hawaiian and English

Benny Benny

Buddha Belly

Surfing Nui

Nani Keiki

You make you

Fish white

Father Hau-oli

When you hula

On kahakai

 

 

Benny Benny

Buddha Belly

Surfing big

Beautiful child

You make your

Fish white

Father proud

When you dance

On the Beach


Posted in Random Firsts

The Little Disposable That Was

I bought some disposable cameras when I was in the world's most disgusting Wal-Mart in Mississippi last year and this is the last round of photos to come from those small gems. I've been asked quite a lot recently about what camera I use/recommend and to be honest I don't know anything about cameras. Seriously. That being said, what do I recommend? Buy a junk load of disposables and bring those around with you. People smile a whole lot wider when they see something ridiculous in front of their face.

Ps. None of these photos had any special treatment.
And now zeeeeeeee photos ................................


I badgered my dad into taking me to Mexico in January.
Sometimes being a stubborn kid pays off.



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As always, I was the palest kid on the beach.





Happy Toronto Passover!
This lady is awesome.





Fast forward to the ROK.



Our favourite little jam head.


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This is what is in his head.


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서울 Seoul

16 Aug 2009, My second full day in Seoul is spent at another royal Joseon palace, hiking up Namsan, and the joy that is the Lotte Giants playing Korean baseball.

Fire and Ice

I first came here in October 2006, I changed my climate from an already cold England to a pleasantly warm Korea, and greatly enjoyed being able to walk the streets in a t-shirt at a time I might otherwise be bracing myself against a cold Autumn wind. But as October 2009 wore on in Korea this time, there was no respite from the clinging warmth and humidity of a summer that threatened to never let go of its grip.

There was one cooler day just over a week ago, and on that day the Koreans decided to start wearing long sleeves and coats. It was as though some subliminal command that only Koreans could understand had been broadcast via the television that morning, and they all dressed differently. The temperature was still about 19°C, and I stuck to a t-shirt.

When the weather got warmer the next day, back to the incessantly irritating 24°C-or-so which it has been for most of the time since my return, I expected the Koreans to give up and go back to something more comfortable - but they didn't, which was oddly disconcerting. During the week I sat on in a subway carriage where everyone was dressed for autumn, while far above us a heat-mist clung heavily around the mountains. At the weekend I was up in the PNU district with Korean friends. The biggest wardrobe question on my mind before I set off was whether to wear a thin t-shirt or a thicker one - I went with the former and was glad of the decision. One of our friends, evidently still under the influence of that subliminal broadcast, turned up in a t-shirt, under a shirt, under a thin sports jacket, and they remained on throughout the day in spite of any logic to the contrary. And he was not alone.

This morning I awoke to the news that snow may occur in parts of Korea, which sure enough it did, and when I went outside it was bitterly cold. So two days after wearing a light t-shirt in Busan, I was now wearing a long-sleeve top and a coat, which I quickly had to zip up against the biting wind. I gathered it was about 10°C, but more like five with the wind-chill factor. By the time I reached my destination, my ears were ringing with the cold. So to my mind we've gone straight from summer to winter - a big shock in the land of the four seasons.

Beijing also had snow today, because the sudden cold snap over this part of Asia coincided with Chinese scientists seeding the clouds with silver iodide to make it rain. Which led me to idly wonder to what extent China's climate engineering might impact Korea. Seoul is 594 miles from Beijing and Busan is 770. Is that too far to effect us or not? It's certainly the case that we're getting their 'yellow dust' - are we getting their silver iodide as well, and does it matter? If we are - perhaps it does.

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