Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Interesting..
What kind of Christian are you?
The following "diagnostic" quiz will attempt to pigeonhole you, reducing you from a complex, nuanced person to a simple caricature. We obviously don't pretend that this is scientific, and, to be honest, part of the goal is to have some fun.
But there is a serious point here, too: One's approach to the Bible reveals a great deal about one's approach to religion generally. More so than denomination, one's attitude about who Jesus was and what the Bible is can define an individual's spiritual type.
So we hope that in addition to being interesting, this quiz will help you learn something about yourself. At the end of the quiz, we'll offer you the opportunity to complain about the quiz to others who have scored similarly.
With a preamble like this, who could resist? Even if I'm not any kind of Christian at all.
Bishop Spong Christian
(a.k.a. "Biblical Revisionist")
You think the Bible is a powerful metaphorical narrative and believe that Jesus was a heroic figure similar to Gandhi. You believe in God as a loving creator and that She will forgive you for just about anything. You're willing to admit that you don't believe in the resurrection. You go to church for the sense of community and the music and because you like to hector your fellow Christians about their backward ways. You read Toni Morrison, Elaine Pagels, and Bishop Spong, the controversial Episcopalian prelate. You enjoyed the "The Da Vinci Code" as a thriller and found its ideas about Christian history thought-provoking, if not always historically accurate. Though you probably didn't see it, you're sure that "The Passion of the Christ" presented an utterly backward version of Christianity. You ardently support gay rights and feel guilty that you yourself are not gay. (If you are gay, you're in a loving, committed relationship). You live in a leafy university town, order Chai at the local coffee house (never Starbucks), and subscribe to The New Yorker. You watch TV so you can talk disdainfully about how bad TV is. You give to charity, preferring the local homeless shelter to those bureaucratic national charities. For you, the crux of Christianity is Jesus' revolutionary message of empowering "the least of these."
Except that, um, well, I'm not. I don't believe in God. Not in the slightest. I have only been to church for other people's weddings, christenings and funerals. I tried liking Toni Morrison, I really did, I know I should, but I didn't enjoy Beloved. I have ideas of trying again. I have never heard of the other two. I thought the Da Vinci Code was rather crap, but somehow subjected myself to all but one of the Dan Brown novels, which is bizarre, cause if I am going to read stuff I don't like, it might as well be Toni Morrison, which at least won't get me laughed at by my friends. Granted, the historical inaccuracy of the Da Vinci Code did grate. I would like to live in a leafy university town, but I order mochas (yum!). I don't much like Starbucks, but more cause they put too much chocolate in their mochas than any particularly lefty reason, though I get why I shouldn't like Starbucks. Here in Korea I like them very much as I can order in English! I don't read the New Yorker, perhaps largely on account of being a Canadian who has been living in Scotland and Korea. I do support gay rights. I don't donate to charity, particularly, on account of my massive, horrible debt. And, more honestly, the fact that I rather like spending my money frivilously on me. That is embarrassing but true.
The following "diagnostic" quiz will attempt to pigeonhole you, reducing you from a complex, nuanced person to a simple caricature. We obviously don't pretend that this is scientific, and, to be honest, part of the goal is to have some fun.
But there is a serious point here, too: One's approach to the Bible reveals a great deal about one's approach to religion generally. More so than denomination, one's attitude about who Jesus was and what the Bible is can define an individual's spiritual type.
So we hope that in addition to being interesting, this quiz will help you learn something about yourself. At the end of the quiz, we'll offer you the opportunity to complain about the quiz to others who have scored similarly.
With a preamble like this, who could resist? Even if I'm not any kind of Christian at all.
Bishop Spong Christian
(a.k.a. "Biblical Revisionist")
You think the Bible is a powerful metaphorical narrative and believe that Jesus was a heroic figure similar to Gandhi. You believe in God as a loving creator and that She will forgive you for just about anything. You're willing to admit that you don't believe in the resurrection. You go to church for the sense of community and the music and because you like to hector your fellow Christians about their backward ways. You read Toni Morrison, Elaine Pagels, and Bishop Spong, the controversial Episcopalian prelate. You enjoyed the "The Da Vinci Code" as a thriller and found its ideas about Christian history thought-provoking, if not always historically accurate. Though you probably didn't see it, you're sure that "The Passion of the Christ" presented an utterly backward version of Christianity. You ardently support gay rights and feel guilty that you yourself are not gay. (If you are gay, you're in a loving, committed relationship). You live in a leafy university town, order Chai at the local coffee house (never Starbucks), and subscribe to The New Yorker. You watch TV so you can talk disdainfully about how bad TV is. You give to charity, preferring the local homeless shelter to those bureaucratic national charities. For you, the crux of Christianity is Jesus' revolutionary message of empowering "the least of these."
Except that, um, well, I'm not. I don't believe in God. Not in the slightest. I have only been to church for other people's weddings, christenings and funerals. I tried liking Toni Morrison, I really did, I know I should, but I didn't enjoy Beloved. I have ideas of trying again. I have never heard of the other two. I thought the Da Vinci Code was rather crap, but somehow subjected myself to all but one of the Dan Brown novels, which is bizarre, cause if I am going to read stuff I don't like, it might as well be Toni Morrison, which at least won't get me laughed at by my friends. Granted, the historical inaccuracy of the Da Vinci Code did grate. I would like to live in a leafy university town, but I order mochas (yum!). I don't much like Starbucks, but more cause they put too much chocolate in their mochas than any particularly lefty reason, though I get why I shouldn't like Starbucks. Here in Korea I like them very much as I can order in English! I don't read the New Yorker, perhaps largely on account of being a Canadian who has been living in Scotland and Korea. I do support gay rights. I don't donate to charity, particularly, on account of my massive, horrible debt. And, more honestly, the fact that I rather like spending my money frivilously on me. That is embarrassing but true.
Weird
Five is on in the background of a commercial.
And the Fox channel ad involved a ferret attacking a man's tongue and the line "Don't fucking mess with Fox". I kid you not.
And the Fox channel ad involved a ferret attacking a man's tongue and the line "Don't fucking mess with Fox". I kid you not.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Blethers
Wanna try and guess what I was up to at 4am yesterday? I'm gonna bet you can't! I was sitting in my room, belting out the lyrics to Carmen (love google). I think the choice of music was inspired by all my reading of Sofiya's blog lately, though if it wasn't Carmen, it would have been something.
I love living alone. I love that freedom to do what I want, when I want. To have no complaints about my late-night loud music, or my choice of bedtimes, or eating funny things at funny times. I love it. It makes me ponder why I was in such a rush all those years ago to move in with someone else. How silly it was to think that I would be bored living alone. I am the furthest thing from bored. And lonely? Sure, sometimes. But generally I am simply alone, not lonely. I like spending time with me.
I've been thinking a lot about the past lately. I think breakups do that to you. What I would like is to get past the horribleness of the breakup itself and just remember all the good times, which is proving to be remarkably easy, as long as I don't speak to the ex in anyway, cause that brings back all the nastiness of the recent past. But we had lots of good times and they are worth remembering fondly.
Carmen also made me think of the past. It was the first opera I ever saw and I saw it with a really good friend, who I have since fallen out with. I miss her sometimes. The past is a funny thing, as are those people in it.
Back to the present, I went for dinner with Laura after work in HomePlus. It was an odd meal, the Korean attempt to imitate western food I think. Doncas (pork cutlet), some sort of other pork patty, some spagetti with sauce that was far too sweet, cream of nothing soup (which is odd, cause it should be cream of something or other!), cooked corn, rice with a tiny bit of seaweed, a salad with very mayonnaise-y dressing, and of course, a side of kimchee. Then we went shopping. And oh, my god, the hilarity. First off, it is Chuseok next week, Korean Thanksgiving. The gift baskets of food are not to be belived. Can you imagine getting a gift of mushrooms? Even special Korean mushrooms??? Or a gift basket of fish? A whole pig's foot? A basket of beef? Or maybe one of spam and tuna???
Then there was just the sleep-deprived hilarity. A gift basket of plastic cheese (processed, for those not familiar with my terminology) cost more than one of brie and camembert! There was free plastic cheese with my mozzarella purchase! The multipacks of toothbrushes. The spectacle we made of ourselves spraying the room spray samples. The lenghty debate on dish washing liquid. (it was so much easier when I could chose my products based on whether the Queen endorsed them.)
I met Laura's new friend Grace and her coworker Joshua. Yep, my grocery shopping was likely the highlight of this week's social calendar (not including the weekend, i certainly hope!) They are fun, it made shopping fun, and I once again have some food.
Korean TV is bizarre. The channels dedicated to education-English, math, Korean. Guys with chalkboards. The channel of computer games. The channel with the cheerful looking monk. The commercials on all the channels! The show of cute, little poppets dancing around in hanboks. The odd English shows. Oprah after midnight making me teary-eyed about the horrible conditions in American schools. My god, I can't imagine that I went 5 months without watching TV. I love it soooo much now. Granted, I surf the internet at the same time!
I love living alone. I love that freedom to do what I want, when I want. To have no complaints about my late-night loud music, or my choice of bedtimes, or eating funny things at funny times. I love it. It makes me ponder why I was in such a rush all those years ago to move in with someone else. How silly it was to think that I would be bored living alone. I am the furthest thing from bored. And lonely? Sure, sometimes. But generally I am simply alone, not lonely. I like spending time with me.
I've been thinking a lot about the past lately. I think breakups do that to you. What I would like is to get past the horribleness of the breakup itself and just remember all the good times, which is proving to be remarkably easy, as long as I don't speak to the ex in anyway, cause that brings back all the nastiness of the recent past. But we had lots of good times and they are worth remembering fondly.
Carmen also made me think of the past. It was the first opera I ever saw and I saw it with a really good friend, who I have since fallen out with. I miss her sometimes. The past is a funny thing, as are those people in it.
Back to the present, I went for dinner with Laura after work in HomePlus. It was an odd meal, the Korean attempt to imitate western food I think. Doncas (pork cutlet), some sort of other pork patty, some spagetti with sauce that was far too sweet, cream of nothing soup (which is odd, cause it should be cream of something or other!), cooked corn, rice with a tiny bit of seaweed, a salad with very mayonnaise-y dressing, and of course, a side of kimchee. Then we went shopping. And oh, my god, the hilarity. First off, it is Chuseok next week, Korean Thanksgiving. The gift baskets of food are not to be belived. Can you imagine getting a gift of mushrooms? Even special Korean mushrooms??? Or a gift basket of fish? A whole pig's foot? A basket of beef? Or maybe one of spam and tuna???
Then there was just the sleep-deprived hilarity. A gift basket of plastic cheese (processed, for those not familiar with my terminology) cost more than one of brie and camembert! There was free plastic cheese with my mozzarella purchase! The multipacks of toothbrushes. The spectacle we made of ourselves spraying the room spray samples. The lenghty debate on dish washing liquid. (it was so much easier when I could chose my products based on whether the Queen endorsed them.)
I met Laura's new friend Grace and her coworker Joshua. Yep, my grocery shopping was likely the highlight of this week's social calendar (not including the weekend, i certainly hope!) They are fun, it made shopping fun, and I once again have some food.
Korean TV is bizarre. The channels dedicated to education-English, math, Korean. Guys with chalkboards. The channel of computer games. The channel with the cheerful looking monk. The commercials on all the channels! The show of cute, little poppets dancing around in hanboks. The odd English shows. Oprah after midnight making me teary-eyed about the horrible conditions in American schools. My god, I can't imagine that I went 5 months without watching TV. I love it soooo much now. Granted, I surf the internet at the same time!
OMG
I just read this:
(I gave up biting my nails in 1987 when someone told me it was six times more unhygienic than licking a toilet seat, so you get the idea.)
on Sofiya's blog.
(I gave up biting my nails in 1987 when someone told me it was six times more unhygienic than licking a toilet seat, so you get the idea.)
on Sofiya's blog.
In Praise of Korean Chuseok Giftpacks
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee with a box of lovely mushrooms,
With enough bottles of soju to spell out doom,
With coloured rice cakes that look like lace.
I love thee with an entire pig's foot,
With cans of spam, tuna, and olive oil.
I love thee fishily, dried and ready to boil;
I love thee fruitily, kiwis wrapped and in a box put.
I love thee with soaps to put to use
In boxes of seaweed, and roots of ginsing.
I love thee with meat, the cut hard to choose
With beef and pork, --- all the protein makes my heart ring,
Smiles, tears, of all my kiwis! --- and, melon dews,
I shall love thee better after eating everything.
I love thee with a box of lovely mushrooms,
With enough bottles of soju to spell out doom,
With coloured rice cakes that look like lace.
I love thee with an entire pig's foot,
With cans of spam, tuna, and olive oil.
I love thee fishily, dried and ready to boil;
I love thee fruitily, kiwis wrapped and in a box put.
I love thee with soaps to put to use
In boxes of seaweed, and roots of ginsing.
I love thee with meat, the cut hard to choose
With beef and pork, --- all the protein makes my heart ring,
Smiles, tears, of all my kiwis! --- and, melon dews,
I shall love thee better after eating everything.
Bwahahahaha!
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Amanda!
- Medieval knights put the skin of Amanda on their sword handles to improve the grip.
- Amanda is the male seed of a flower blossom which has been gathered and treated by bees!
- A bride should wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and Amanda!
- The state nickname of Iowa is 'The Amanda state'.
- If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about Amanda!
- It is bad luck to light three cigarettes with the same Amanda.
- Julius Caesar wore a laurel wreath to cover up Amanda.
- Amanda is 984 feet tall!
- Europe is the only continent that lacks Amanda!
- Michelangelo finished his great statue of Amanda in 1504, after eighteen months work.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Yummy
Yum. I forgot about how yummy cooking could be. Not that I made anything fancy, but my pasta tonight was delish. Sauteed shrimp in garlic and butter, mixed with chopped tomatoes and parmesian cheese on top. Lovely.
In other news, we got free nail care kits because Amber and Julie counted in English. They are in nifty silver, suitcase-like containers.
And the episode of Sex in the City where Carrie meets Petrofski for the first time. I love it.
In other news, we got free nail care kits because Amber and Julie counted in English. They are in nifty silver, suitcase-like containers.
And the episode of Sex in the City where Carrie meets Petrofski for the first time. I love it.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Tonight's Evening Meal
Shrimp sauteed in butter (well, the can't-believe-it's-not variety) and garlic, a boiled egg with a bit of salt, a dill pickle, and some Chic Chocs.
Just what any doctor would suggest after recovering from some mussel-induced stomach dodginess.
Just what any doctor would suggest after recovering from some mussel-induced stomach dodginess.
I like this show already...
So, this watching TV and surfing the net at the same time gig is fun. I am watching How I Met Your Mother. It isn't great, but then there is this quote:
Robin: I am Canadian. Remember? We celebrate Thanksgiving in October.
Ted: Oh right I forgot. You guys are weird and you pronounce the word 'out' ,'oot'.
Robin: You guys are the world's leader in hand gun violence; your health care system is bankrupt and your country is deeply divided on almost every important issue.
Ted: (pause) Your cops are called 'mounties'.
Robin: I am Canadian. Remember? We celebrate Thanksgiving in October.
Ted: Oh right I forgot. You guys are weird and you pronounce the word 'out' ,'oot'.
Robin: You guys are the world's leader in hand gun violence; your health care system is bankrupt and your country is deeply divided on almost every important issue.
Ted: (pause) Your cops are called 'mounties'.
Words
It’s a meme I snagged from Frog. She gave four words and we are to write something about each of them. If you want to play, your words are: bamboo, rice, tiger, and calm (yep, there is a Korean theme there). Please leave me a comment if you're up for the challenge!
squeegee: Since I still don't have a license (I know, I know!), my only real association with sqeegees was reading about the debates over squeegee kids in Toronto. Of all the places I have lived, I have noticed the most begging in Edinburgh and Vancouver. The least is probably here in Korea, where you occassionally see begging by disabled people. Generally they ride along the ground on what looks like a board on small wheels, lying down, with music playing. Occassionally you get people on subway trains who ask for money by putting cards of writing on the laps of riders and then collecting them again, preferable along with some money.
ridiculous: Many things are ridiculous, but the most stunning examples of ridiculousness have been provided to me by my boss over the last five months. For example, did you know that North Americans NEVER check the internet for personal business during working hours? That North American teachers would NEVER lean on desks when teaching? That all North Americans have horrible handwriting? Ah, the gems of wisdom from the Jooster.
muffin: Muffins are difficult when you spend time living in both North America and Britain. In Canada, there are muffins and English muffins. In Scotland there are American muffins and muffins. Here in Korea, there isn't much in the way of muffins at all!
rhinoceros: I last saw one in the flesh was when the ex and I went to the Edinburgh Zoo. He took some really amazing pictures of rhinos. The zoo is extremely hilly and they have a penguin walk, where the penguins are allowed out of their enclosure for a little parade. The first time it happened it was unintenional, now they do it as a tourist attraction.
squeegee: Since I still don't have a license (I know, I know!), my only real association with sqeegees was reading about the debates over squeegee kids in Toronto. Of all the places I have lived, I have noticed the most begging in Edinburgh and Vancouver. The least is probably here in Korea, where you occassionally see begging by disabled people. Generally they ride along the ground on what looks like a board on small wheels, lying down, with music playing. Occassionally you get people on subway trains who ask for money by putting cards of writing on the laps of riders and then collecting them again, preferable along with some money.
ridiculous: Many things are ridiculous, but the most stunning examples of ridiculousness have been provided to me by my boss over the last five months. For example, did you know that North Americans NEVER check the internet for personal business during working hours? That North American teachers would NEVER lean on desks when teaching? That all North Americans have horrible handwriting? Ah, the gems of wisdom from the Jooster.
muffin: Muffins are difficult when you spend time living in both North America and Britain. In Canada, there are muffins and English muffins. In Scotland there are American muffins and muffins. Here in Korea, there isn't much in the way of muffins at all!
rhinoceros: I last saw one in the flesh was when the ex and I went to the Edinburgh Zoo. He took some really amazing pictures of rhinos. The zoo is extremely hilly and they have a penguin walk, where the penguins are allowed out of their enclosure for a little parade. The first time it happened it was unintenional, now they do it as a tourist attraction.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
I'm Sending the Picture, Prom Queen!!!
It is Sunday evening and I am watching Sex in the City, after a day spent alternately napping and watching the CSI marathon on OCN. Which has also allowed me to get my fill of amazingly silly Korean commericals (La-la-la-la-lemondade-e). I love that the actors in the commercials manage to look so amazingly, astonishingly overjoyed about whatever it is that is being advertised. If all it took to make me THAT hapy was some kiwi juice, well, I tell you, life would be mighty different.
My weekend has been good and rather low key. Went to the Loft on Thursday after some dinner at Geckos (very yummy quesidillas) and bumped into Val, who is now back in Seoul. Yay! Played darts again (and managed to tie one game, though I barely scored in one other and didn't score at all in the third). Had lots of rum and cokes of the "coke is just for colouring" variety that the baretender at the Loft seems to speicalize in. Friday I merely went out for some nosh in Insadong. Saturday James came over and we went out for dinner at La Tavolas. Apparently YunJin and Laura were both there too, but I didn't notice. James did, but hadn't met them yet. We had a drink at Bricxx, in the hammock, and then met up with the crew at Route 66. I dodged out of some dancing at Halaboogies due to a slightly sore stomach, which I think was likely the big plate of mussels I ate. They were well worth it though.
I have done very little today, wating for my sore stomach to go away. Eating Dunkin' Donuts didn't really help with that, surprisingly.
My weekend has been good and rather low key. Went to the Loft on Thursday after some dinner at Geckos (very yummy quesidillas) and bumped into Val, who is now back in Seoul. Yay! Played darts again (and managed to tie one game, though I barely scored in one other and didn't score at all in the third). Had lots of rum and cokes of the "coke is just for colouring" variety that the baretender at the Loft seems to speicalize in. Friday I merely went out for some nosh in Insadong. Saturday James came over and we went out for dinner at La Tavolas. Apparently YunJin and Laura were both there too, but I didn't notice. James did, but hadn't met them yet. We had a drink at Bricxx, in the hammock, and then met up with the crew at Route 66. I dodged out of some dancing at Halaboogies due to a slightly sore stomach, which I think was likely the big plate of mussels I ate. They were well worth it though.
I have done very little today, wating for my sore stomach to go away. Eating Dunkin' Donuts didn't really help with that, surprisingly.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Grr
One of my highest classes at school has been pissing me off lately. Not all of the kids, but the three boys in particular.
On Friday, I handed my kids a crossword containing the vocabulary test words. The have to do some fill-in-the-blank, 5 definitions, and 5 sentences. Now, the Jooster has declared crossword puzzles verbotten. Along with all activities that involve personal study, but excepting the "projects" the kids do and colour and make into little gems of goodness to brighten up the report cards and make mommy and daddy splurge for another month at our delightful hagwon. I don't personally think these projects are always terribly educational, but whatever. So, I deviously handed out the crosswords because they really are the most educational way I can think of to prep the kids for the test (which I do have to do because they must get good marks on these tests, as they also are to be gems of goodness for the report cards).
And the boys decided they would sit around for 40 minutes speaking Korean, no doubt assuming that Teacher would tell them the answers at the end of class and they could just skive away. Well, Teacher is in fact fed-the-fuck up with these lazy boys and decided that she would not give out any damn answers and would, in fact, instruct all students to finish the crosswords as homework. Teacher is happy to help, but she won't be doing your fucking work for you. She, after all, already knows what words like disallow mean or how to use envious in a sentence. Now, in addition to Teacher's instruction that they should complete the crosswords for homework, it said ON THEIR HOMEWORK SHEET, that they get every Monday, to finish the vocabulary review crosswords. Remarkably, come Monday they hadn't done them. So, I again instructed them to finish them, as solving the puzzle gives you all the test answers. I marked the girls' crosswords (all finished, of course. not that the girls are little angels in the slightest, but they are far more conscientious.) We moved on to the reading review.
Today was test day. All the girls finished their vocabularly sheets and passed them in and started the reading tests. The boys didn't even finish the vocabulary section and Teacher certainly isn't giving them extra time next class. In fact, they'd better study for the reading test, cause Teacher is giving them the one class in which to do it either and then they are out of luck.
I haven't had time to mark their tests yet, but at a glance I could see that their marks are going to suck. And it serves the damn little buggers right. I love to teach. I am happy to help and explain and all that. But you have to meet me halfway, and if you don't, don't think I am going to pamper your lazy little ass.
The amusing part? I was a lazy ass in school. But I still managed to get good grades. Had I not been able to pull that off, I'd like to think I might have studied a little bit.
On Friday, I handed my kids a crossword containing the vocabulary test words. The have to do some fill-in-the-blank, 5 definitions, and 5 sentences. Now, the Jooster has declared crossword puzzles verbotten. Along with all activities that involve personal study, but excepting the "projects" the kids do and colour and make into little gems of goodness to brighten up the report cards and make mommy and daddy splurge for another month at our delightful hagwon. I don't personally think these projects are always terribly educational, but whatever. So, I deviously handed out the crosswords because they really are the most educational way I can think of to prep the kids for the test (which I do have to do because they must get good marks on these tests, as they also are to be gems of goodness for the report cards).
And the boys decided they would sit around for 40 minutes speaking Korean, no doubt assuming that Teacher would tell them the answers at the end of class and they could just skive away. Well, Teacher is in fact fed-the-fuck up with these lazy boys and decided that she would not give out any damn answers and would, in fact, instruct all students to finish the crosswords as homework. Teacher is happy to help, but she won't be doing your fucking work for you. She, after all, already knows what words like disallow mean or how to use envious in a sentence. Now, in addition to Teacher's instruction that they should complete the crosswords for homework, it said ON THEIR HOMEWORK SHEET, that they get every Monday, to finish the vocabulary review crosswords. Remarkably, come Monday they hadn't done them. So, I again instructed them to finish them, as solving the puzzle gives you all the test answers. I marked the girls' crosswords (all finished, of course. not that the girls are little angels in the slightest, but they are far more conscientious.) We moved on to the reading review.
Today was test day. All the girls finished their vocabularly sheets and passed them in and started the reading tests. The boys didn't even finish the vocabulary section and Teacher certainly isn't giving them extra time next class. In fact, they'd better study for the reading test, cause Teacher is giving them the one class in which to do it either and then they are out of luck.
I haven't had time to mark their tests yet, but at a glance I could see that their marks are going to suck. And it serves the damn little buggers right. I love to teach. I am happy to help and explain and all that. But you have to meet me halfway, and if you don't, don't think I am going to pamper your lazy little ass.
The amusing part? I was a lazy ass in school. But I still managed to get good grades. Had I not been able to pull that off, I'd like to think I might have studied a little bit.
Season of Hell
aka Mosquito Season!
I don't usually expect mosquitos in September. But, as was pointed out to me, it makes sense as Korea's rainy period is later, hence the laying of all those nasty mosquito eggs and their hatching is later.
The damn things are everywhere. There is one somewhere in my room RIGHT NOW. As the airconditioners start to go off and the windows start to open, they are all over the place at school. The kids tend to just wave their hands at the mosquitos, so I've been encouraging a tougher, killer policy towards bugs. MOSQUITOS MUST DIE!
And the damn cold season is starting. One of my classes has a very large concentration of snotty, coughing vectors-of-disease. And they like to hug me. Nasty. I wash my hands like a fiend and I am all about the anti-bacterial handwash. I have 3 sick days all year, folks. I need to stay healthy!
Not that that means I will do anything sensible like eat more veg, exercise, or get regular sleep, or anything. I mean, really.
I don't usually expect mosquitos in September. But, as was pointed out to me, it makes sense as Korea's rainy period is later, hence the laying of all those nasty mosquito eggs and their hatching is later.
The damn things are everywhere. There is one somewhere in my room RIGHT NOW. As the airconditioners start to go off and the windows start to open, they are all over the place at school. The kids tend to just wave their hands at the mosquitos, so I've been encouraging a tougher, killer policy towards bugs. MOSQUITOS MUST DIE!
And the damn cold season is starting. One of my classes has a very large concentration of snotty, coughing vectors-of-disease. And they like to hug me. Nasty. I wash my hands like a fiend and I am all about the anti-bacterial handwash. I have 3 sick days all year, folks. I need to stay healthy!
Not that that means I will do anything sensible like eat more veg, exercise, or get regular sleep, or anything. I mean, really.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Why Living Alone Rocks (pay attention Candace)
I am dancing around my apartment to Outkast in my undies. Do you think perhaps someone injected crack into those dill pickles???
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