Please note: I had to look up the Korean word (haksaeng) for “student.” I’m still not even sure if I got it totally right, since it was in hangul. But, I can read hangul sort of OK. At least, I thought I could. Yesterday, I went to the Busan Global Center, in the National Pension… Read More Learning a Foreign Language: Haksaeng, We Are Simpatico
For eight years, this whole tale of Korea–of coming, going, coming back, leaving again, then finally arriving and staying–has been about me. I have been a little self-centered about it, I will admit. It’s been my “thing,” my narrative. On July 24th, 2013, it will become her narrative, too. Amanda, my best friend–the girl who… Read More For Amanda, My Best Friend Who Will Be Here Soon
(Cheap plug! Also, be sure to check out my first Busan Haps article, published this morning on the lovely and talented, tireless volunteer, Katherine Herrmann!) After spending a certain amount of time in a place (it must be different for everyone how long that amount of time is), we develop “mental maps” of our surroundings.… Read More Jangnim, Uphill. Or, Forever Expanding My Mental Map
Do something! Whether it’s reading a book, cleaning your apartment, Going for a walk in the rain, studying Korean, doing pushups, Cooking rice, listening to music, listening to the fan, listening to your heartbeat. DO something. Even doing nothing is doing something if you set out to do it. But doing nothing without wanting to… Read More Do Something!
I have been all over the world. Though my feet have only touched parts of the U.S., Canada, South Korea, Cambodia, China (if only a few hours) and the Czech Republic (too long ago), the dirty dead skin fallen from the pads of my bi-peds has been swirled with others in Denmark, Iceland and Laos.… Read More I Have Been All Over the World
To travel, human But let me travel with you For that is divine Advertisements
While checking my email at Hotel 9 in Phnom Penh, I struck up a conversation with an Australian woman and her daughter, whom I had seen the night before in the same common area enjoying a cigarette and beer, chatting under one of the intense ceiling fans incrementally reducing the choking heat and humidity on… Read More My Cambodian Adventure: An Unintended Result