Cuttlefishlore

Just another girl's travels.

2010 In Review January 3, 2011

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The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Fresher than ever.

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 2,500 times in 2010. That’s about 6 full 747s.

 

In 2010, there were 16 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 28 posts. There were 37 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 100mb. That’s about 3 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was March 24th with 83 views. The most popular post that day was frengee!.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, WordPress Dashboard, en.wordpress.com, sydneymeredith.wordpress.com, and meganlamoon.wordpress.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for samgyeopsal, ponytail chop, long ponytail, korean hair, and public nudity.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

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frengee! March 2010
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Oops, Daegu? Love Jeju. April 2010
2 comments

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AN epik WEEKEND – (quite) a bit of a chronicle. September 2009
1 comment

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While You Were Sleeping… August 2009
2 comments

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strange fruit file: a seemingly average tuesday. March 2010
1 comment

 

Fresh Cream July 16, 2010

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All cakes should be topped with fresh cream, rather than icing. Then I would like them much better.

That is all.

 

We’re all going to die here. May 18, 2010

One thing I love about TV in Korea: Larry King Live is on CNN Asia when I get home from work. I have to suffer through CNN Asia’s shitty and repetitive and self-promoting commercials, but I get to watch a decent talk show I’d never bother with otherwise.

Today on Larry I’m learning that I and many other people have been paranoid about for five or more years is probably true: cell phones are killing us.

The peeps at good ol’ Pitt are talking with Larry about studies that contradict the  latest one out by the IARC.

My layman’s summary of what the four people on Larry are saying:

The antenna of a cell phone OR a cordless phone should be kept away from your body. Talking with it next to your head, carrying it in your breast pocket, and holding it in your lap while driving-which is distracting anyway-are all BAD IDEAS.

A study of teenagers who used cell phones daily and often showed that they were FOUR TIMES (yes, a 400% increase in probability) as likely to get a brain tumor. Of course my generation was the first one to get ”cellys” as gifts for Christmas in high school. I still remember getting our first “car phone” in mom’s explorer as a kid, and getting my first cell phone freshman year of high school. Ashley and I were the first in our grade (only now do I realize how spoiled everyone must have thought we were)…she got a red Nokia and I got a silver LG, I believe.  Our dads were worried about keeping track of their babies. We were both boy-crazy and in a million after-school activities. Can you blame them?

But now I am regretting all those long calls home from the quad at Colgate and on the road to and from here, there, and everywhere. On the one-mile journeys to and from the Columbia Heights metro. Every day after school to coordinate plans with John.

They showed a model of the effects of radio waves on a child’s brain and on an adult’s brain. The child’s brain was almost entirely bright blue, where the blue represented ill effects from radio waves. It was creepy.

Larry’s scientist guests also pointed out that the study only looked at two types of tumors. It did NOT track cheek cancers or cancers of the auditory canal or nerves.

So the point is not that the study is wrong or mal-intented. But just taking the “results” without digesting the method by which they were achieved would be…misleading.

Meg, I’ve never had a better reason to not answer my phone.

 

The hazards of quarterbacks, electricity, and wormholes. April 22, 2010

First of all, THANK YOU, Goodell.

What a trashy scumbag this guy has been. Maybe if you get your head out of your ass and straighten up a bit, you won’t get sacked so much. I hope this is the last chance Rooney gives you, Ben. If you don’t grow up after this suspension, you should be tossed to the wolves where you can self-destruct without ruining my team. How many of us would trade anything to have enough talent to make it as an NFL QB? You’ve got it-enough of it-and you spoil it by acting like an imbecile, time and again. Now go sit in your room and think about what you did. 

Now that I’ve gotten that rant off my chest, I want to ask a kind of strange question. Does anyone know why my lamp flickers? Is it some kind of surge of electricity? 

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Advice For Koreans April 19, 2010

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I have many points of advice for Koreans, Native English Teachers, Americans Abroad, ESL Students, etc. Here is my first tip, and it is directed toward Koreans, especially those born, living, and working in Korea.

My advice: Don’t talk about foreigners right in front of their faces.

Even the most 한국말-challenged of us can pick our names out of a conversation. We all know the word for foreigner, and we all know the Korean names for the biggest English-speaking nations represented here (Canada, USA, England, Australia, New Zealand…). So even if you refer to me as an Australian when I’m not, I’m going to pick up on it. We aren’t dumb; we notice right away when an entire group of Koreans bursts into laughter upon our entrance into the room. This may be a shock to you, but some of us even know some basic Korean vocabulary. So sometimes we can even pick up the gist of what you’re saying about us.

Talking about us in front of our faces without bothering to offer any explanation, even in the most broken of English, sends only ONE message to a foreigner: “we’re either making fun of you, gossiping about you, or both.”

This is considered very rude.

Even if you don’t care about hurting our feelings (which this behavior most certainly DOES–after all, even the least interested of us came here to learn something about Koreans and to hopefully make friends with a few), please do not engage in this behavior. You will only cause us to A) mistrust Koreans, B) become defensive, or C) retreat to Facebook or our fellow expatriates. The least reasonable of us might even resort to behaving maliciously in kind, lumping all Koreans together into one giant unfair stereotype, giving up on teaching, high tailing it home, or reacting in any other number of more extreme manners.

In short, in gossiping about a foreigner when he can see and hear you, you are driving a wedge between you and another human being. What practical purpose can this serve, especially if you have to teach classes with this person? Especially if you have the same goal–educating children?

I’m sure you’ve never thought about this. Or you have, but you are simply acting on group-think when it happens. You rationalize that we can’t possibly understand what’s being said, and so ‘what’s the harm?’ Or maybe you’ve heard this a thousand times, and you think foreigners whine too much.

All I can say is that it hurts MY feelings. And that it’s really confusing when I’m not let in on the joke and the joke’s obviously on me.

If you’re just commenting on my new glasses, or talking about what time I have class, why don’t you just let me know when I look up, ears perked at the sound of “waegukin”?

I get that I’m “from away”. I don’t have a problem being one small part of the 98% of the world who will ‘live and die a foreigner’. I’m not even asking for your respect. As a ‘venerated’ teacher of your children, I’m just asking you to consider using a little more tact to spare my feelings. Maybe you can start by sparing the feelings of those of us who’ve chosen Korea as our permanent home. At the very least, please save it for when we’re more than out of earshot.

 

Bleating Calves and Wormholes April 19, 2010

There are a few old elevation markers scattered along the G-trail.

One of my favorite parts of Mount Halla were these areas where there were as-yet-leafless birch tree forests growing in the midst of the ground cover you see above. The bright green leaves of this ground plant are trimmed in a thick whitish color. The combination of the tall, slender, white and gray birch trees with these little guys gave these areas of the mountain a surreal look and feel–as if I were standing in one of those black-and-white photos that the photographer had touched up with only one splash of color, a bright green for these ubiquitous ground plants. 

 Now it’s been exactly two weeks since I hiked the Gwaneumsa Trail and I’m completely back to my lazy self (Since then I attempted to play squash for the first time, only to find that there is only one racquet available at the Hyundai foreigner’s compound gym John joined. He and a few expats proceeded to get me drunk at the compound pub instead). 

I want you to click on that link for the trail and pay particular attention to the opening of the trail’s description: “This trail is very popular for professional mountaineers…” 

John and I read three things in the ol’ guidebook: that this was the most scenic trail, that it was one of only two that reached the summit, and that it was difficult, but doable. Five hours. 

The signpost on the left should read: "Really bitchin' trail, Korean mountain people only."

John also checked with the info booth at the Jeju airport while I waited for the car rental people to copy my passport and int’l license. She concurred with the first two points, and added that it would be an 8 hour journey, round-trip (the two of them were sharp enough to realize that with the car, we would have to double back on whichever trail we chose–good for them. It didn’t even occur to me that we might want to go back down a different path than the one we would ascend). 

I don’t know if you know this, but John and I are ambitious people. We are ambitious, stubborn people. 

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Oops, Daegu? Love Jeju. April 11, 2010

Plot Spoiler: this won’s windy~! this post is meant to be pretty informational for my co-conspirator EPIK pals, so my apologies if it’s lost some of my usually self-deprecating voice.
 
Daegu is a funny place where things always seem to happen that make us go…”oops.” Like the first time John and I visited, and were kind of disappointed by its same-sameness, and yet had ourselves a really good time. Or like the time the guys went and drank bags of rubbing alcohol. Or the time we went after the awesome bullfights in Cheongdo, only to suffer pulmonary arrest stimulated by a freak yellow dust storm and subsequently turn into Betta splendens. It’s the shopping epicenter of the east coast, but otherwise has little to offer an Ulsaner on the weekend. The reason we go is purely to leave Ulsan…rather silly, when you consider it thoughtfully. Oops.
 
***Note: upon relating these things and some of Korea’s terrible city slogans to Andrew, the three of us decided to rebrand ”Colorful Daegu” (obviously hysterical to a weigukin due to the intense homogeneity of even Seoul, the most culturally diverse place in Korea) with the more appropriate moniker “OOPS! Daegu”.
 
 

The Best Day of the Year? April 10, 2010

I just realized that John’s Birthday (July 14) is Silver Day as well as Bastille Day. So I’m thinking of mandating a themed dress requirement for all attendees of the cookout we’ll have on our roof/at the beach. French outfits (however you may interpret that) consisting entirely of silver materials/items (images of my mother’s fork Halloween costume, my aunt’s silver high tops from the ’80s, Matt & Emily’s “alien” costumes, and satellite dish-berets come to mind). Go.

 

strange fruit file: a seemingly average tuesday. March 31, 2010

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Is it weirder that we had hot dog soup for school lunch yesterday, or that I liked it?

Weirder still: On my walk home from school yesterday, I passed the Gottbawi IPark apartment block. This is not weird; I do this every day. But this day, an attractive Korean boy was standing just behind the fence at the corner of the compound. He was only about eight or so, and he was wearing a bright red track jacket like the ones in Royal Tenenbaums. He straddled a bicycle. He said “HELLO.” He startled me. I quickly looked up from my thoughts and my feet and said “Hi! How are you?” A pause. “How-” “What?” “How ARE you?” “WHAT?” Both ‘whats’ were delivered in an unsettlingly monotone, baritone pitch, and his face did not seem to change. His dark but glittery eyes were boring right through me. His mouth was set in a firm, flat line. I started to laugh, when he interrupted me to say (in that same strangely deep, strangely flat voice),

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frengee! March 24, 2010

Readers from home deserve an update and both before and after shots. I now have a “frenzied” haircut, thanks to my efforts to ‘hair model’ for Toni & Guy in Ulsan. I wouldn’t call it real hair modeling, as I think the purpose of my cut was more for the stylist to 1. practice and 2. update his portfolio. They gave me five uber-short choices, and mine is from the salon’s “Interactive Collection 2009“. 

I had finally grown my hair out from a horribly mom-ish cut I had done senior year of college. It was way over 10 inches-long enough to donate! I’ve been longing to get a body wave or something for forever, and the length was also finally appropriate for some really good braids and buns and all manners of other unstylish ’dos that I like to…do. But it was hot. And heavy. And tangly. And I never bothered styling it. It was all I could do to blowdry the mess. It took forever to wash, and it took loads of products to maintain. 

Good riddance. 

with flower hair tie

Just two days before the chop, my long ponytail in a typical cutsie Korean hair accessory.

Photos courtesy John, via my camera. 

hair up in a blob

How I usually wore my hair, and how most of my students/coworkers saw me. T minus one hour before the chop.

Can you tell I’m excited? In the two weeks leading up to the appointment (from the time of consultation), I had moments of doubt and despair. But every time, I realized that this was only sentimentality talking, and that I COULDN’T WAIT to feel the breeze on my neck. I think the last time my hair was even close to this short was in 1994, when I was still wearing timberlands with sundresses and playing with pogs

pouting like the model

And here I am, with my new "frenzied" cut, pouting with the fashion model who bears the same hairstyle. The stylists wanted to dye my hair like hers, and also to shave the nape of my neck, but I had to draw the line at a radically short cut.

The experience was great. All the stylists wear funky clothes and fun cuts, which reminded me of Bang back in DC. The girl with the best English had long, curled, dyed hair, and faux eyelashes. The manager with slightly more broken English had a severe blunt cut, lensless horn-rimmed glasses, and wore a spandex minidress and suspenders in bright colors. All of the stylists wore platforms or shape-ups. They serve coffee in English teacups and I drank water from a large crystal goblet. 필립 (“PILL-up” aka Phillip) knew enough English to pose in the mirror and say “I’m sorry!” as he grinned and began hacking at my inch-plus-thick ponytail. He was a spiky-haired cutie in a purple cardigan and gray skinny jeans. After the initial hack and a relaxing shampoo, he spent at least an hour shaping, or should I say: whittling, my hair down to its present thinness (pausing once more to smile and apologize). To aid in the styling stages, he used a spray mousse and a sea salt spray that I LOVED. I smelled like the beach. Suspender lady kept coming over to play with my hair and encourage me with assurances of “FRENZY! you know, FRENZY!” Except it sounded more like “frengee” when spoken in her Korean accent. 

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