Sunday, February 18, 2007

postal scrotum: Charles on cyber-mobs

Charles writes in response to the previous post:

Fascinating post on suicide and anti-semitism. I don't have much to add on the subject, but I will say that Korea's online mobs are evil. That's what I will call them--mobs. "Vigilante" implies, at least on some level, that there is justice being done, and these mobs are nothing about justice. Even the term "warrior" has an undertone of honor and bravery, and I refuse to ascribe these attributes to cowards who hide behind the mask of anonymity to tear down others. No, they are mobs, 폭도 [p'ok-do] plain and simple.

Or perhaps it is not so plain and simple. Mobs often form spontaneously, as people get caught up in the moment and act without considering the consequences of their actions. The Korean online mobs draw power and courage from numbers, just like any other mob, but their attacks are cruel and calculated. And they know exactly what effect they are having on their targets. They work within the Korean system of interconnectedness to achieve their goals. And what are their goals? To destroy an individual's social ego. And in a society where the social ego makes up the better part of one's identity, this is the equivalent of psychological murder. Actual physical death is no doubt an unintended side effect, but the mobs are well aware that their actions could lead to that. And still they persist.

I believe there is a special plane of Hell reserved for those who delight in destroying others without ever taking individual responsibility for their actions. There they will be stripped naked before their peers and tortured and humiliated in the most horrific ways imaginable.

I realize that the mob mentality, the internet mentality, and suicide are complex issue that are not going to be resolved in a few paragraphs. What I wrote above was more an expression of frustration and anger than a properly conceived theory. But I think we agree that these online mobs are worthy of nothing but contempt.

Hmm. Didn't expect to get so worked up about that.

-C



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of suicide and antisemitism

Two hot issues in South Korea right now are suicide and antisemitism. Suicide seems to be part of the national fabric-- there's even a "suicide season" in Korea, when clusters of students who fail college entrance exams jump from apartment balconies. Antisemitism, while part and parcel of Korean racism in general, has made the news of late thanks to the belated unearthing of a stereotype-filled comic book whose ostensible intention is to instruct students about other countries. I'd like to comment on both of these issues and draw a possible connection between them.


Suicide

An ugly trend has appeared: in February of 2005, a Korean star named Lee Eun-joo committed suicide. She was in her twenties. Last month, pop singer and dancer Unee (also written "Yuni") hanged herself at the age of 26, and recently, 27-year-old star Jeong Da-bin was found dead in her boyfriend's apartment. This, too, was apparently a suicide, and as with the other two women, she had hanged herself.

I've already made my views on suicide painfully (some might say obnoxiously) clear, so I won't revisit that issue. I do want to comment, however, on the Korean public's attempt to frame these suicides as examples of victimization by a nasty group of so-called "keyboard warriors." These "warriors" are essentially online trolls who spend inordinate amounts of time harassing stars via message boards, or by leaving cruel remarks on the victim's blog or CyWorld homepage.

In Korea, notions of ego are not firmly rooted in a pervasive ethos of individualism. An American assessing the Korean suicide problem would probably observe that the victims of cyber-harassment simply need to "toughen up" or "know themselves." Such remarks betray the unspoken assumption that the human ego is somehow bordered and distinct from the rest of society, much as cells have distinct cell walls. As someone who grew up in the West, I largely share this view. Koreans, however, do not-- which is why it makes sense to them to seek an "external locus of responsibility" when considering a person's suicide. Where I might see a matter of choice, Koreans are more likely to see a helpless person pushed over the edge. The truth probably lies somewhere between these extremes.

Koreans care about what others-- especially other Koreans-- think of them. While I might find it easy to shake off and ignore the opinions of people close to me, or the opinions of a mob, Koreans often cannot do this. The willingness to shove against the crowd can bloom in the Korean heart, but it is only possible because, somewhere, other Koreans support that person in his or her defiance.* If the human ego is like a cell, then Koreans, seizing upon that analogy, would quickly note how permeable a cell wall is, how alike the neighboring cells are, and how harmoniously those cells function together as parts of a greater whole.

In other words, when a Korean TV, music, or movie star is attacked by masses of online vigilantes, the sense of rejection probably runs far deeper than would be the case for an American star.** What naturally follows for the victimized star is depression or something akin to it. In a country that already has a morbid fixation on suicide, it is not unreasonable to assume that a depressed person might be more prone to taking that final step to end the pain.

Because of how I feel about suicide, I would suggest that these stars need to look within themselves to find again the self-confidence that motivated them to take the risk to become stars in the first place. Perspective is also essential: understanding that each phase of one's career is merely that-- a phase-- is a good way to dull the pain of current rejection, to remember that one is already a success, and that future successes remain possible. While a victimized star will find no solace in a hostile public, he or she will still have a support system of friends and relatives who wish him or her well. In Korean Confucian thinking, a person is not a fenced-off monad, but a nexus of interrelationships. The very skein that causes a star pain can be relied on to provide some measure of relief.


Antisemitism

On the subject of Korean antisemitism, there is very little I can add to an already-lively discussion on such blogs as The Marmot's Hole, Scribblings of the Metropolitician, Gypsy Scholar, and of course, Reading Monnara.**

Worthy of comment is a meta-issue: the twin Korean desires to retain a Hermit Kingdom attitude vis-à-vis the world, and simultaneously to be recognized and celebrated as a global power. The problem, of course, is that as Korea's global prominence continues to grow, more people will inevitably pay attention to who Koreans are and what they truly believe. American culture has laid itself on the dissection table for decades, whereas Korean culture has yet to learn how to handle unasked-for scrutiny. In my opinion, as Korea edges further into the spotlight, it will have no choice but to clean up its act. By the same token, Korea will never satisfy the expectations of its critics, which means that, even as Korea cleans up its act, it will have to develop a true sense of pride that springs from within and is not a matter of "face" or the avoidance of shame on the world stage.

And therein lies an important connection between the issues of star suicide and antisemitism: the sensitivity that leads stars to take harassment from unnamed assailants personally is the very same trait that will govern collective Korean behavior on the world stage. As a "face" and "shame" culture, Korea cares how it is viewed. In those instances where the country seems not to care what others think of it, we are seeing the temporary victory of the eremitic impulse over the globalization impulse.**** Which impulse will ultimately be the victor?




*A good example of this is the stereotypically pushy Korean ajumma, the loud, obnoxious, middle-aged woman who sees nothing wrong with shoving people aside to cut in line, or with shouting across a crowded hallway or square, or with being otherwise rude. Such rudeness is possible because the ajumma belongs to a subculture both recognized and heralded by the larger culture. Korean men sometimes half-jokingly refer to "ajumma power," i.e., the ability of ajummas to get things done in a blunt, direct, take-no-prisoners manner. An ajumma removed from this subculture will still act in an ajumma-like manner because she will have been too conditioned to do or think otherwise.

**There are, of course, exceptions, but by and large, I'd submit that American stars who kill themselves are dealing with their own personal demons. Such stars often embrace public vilification because they know it's free publicity. A "bad boy/girl" image can, in the long term, prove to be a helpful phase in a star's career. Look at the difference between the images of Marky Mark and Mark Wahlberg: it was hard to take the former seriously, but the latter is hailed as a talented, unpretentious actor. They are, of course, the same person.

***Reading Monnara is a blog devoted to translating a Korean tract, written in comic-book form, that, in certain volumes, introduces young Korean students to a slew of hateful, ignorant stereotypes about America, Americans, and Jews. The creator of this comic, South Korean university professor Rhie Wonbok [Lee Weon-bok], has issued what amounts to a non-apology for his work.

****One could draw parallels between this and the sinusoidal nature of American isolationism, a vogue that seems to return, periodically, to American public discourse. Pat Buchanan is probably the most famous incarnation of this particular -ism.



Saturday, February 17, 2007

disparu?

Dammit, is Oranckay gone?


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interesting lunch

I met up with some bloggers in Itaewon (Sperwer among them) and we chowed down on Italian food. Not being the most sociable type, I probably did a lot more listening than talking, but it was a pleasant experience; I was glad to be able to put faces to some of the recurrent names I see in the expat Koreablogosphere.

We all swore the "Goodfellas" oath: "Never rat on your friends, and always keep your mouth shut." So I won't say more than that.

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props to the blogrolled

Richardson's DPRK Studies is finally on the sidebar with a new image. Joshua's One Free Korea is also on the sidebar, but I'm temporarily recycling an older image from Free North Korea (a pic of my brother David, redone as a vampire-- don't ask).


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vive la musique!

Courtesy of my brother David: get a load of the beatboxing flute player, Greg Patillo! In this video, he's doing a remix of the "Inspector Gadget" theme song. YouTube hosts a few other vids of him doing tunes like "Sesame Street" and "Mario Brothers." Amazing stuff. That poor flute does get a little drool-covered, though.


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Friday, February 16, 2007

a fine Thor's Day

Thursday, which went nonstop for me, marked the first time I had ever cooked for back-to-back classes with two completely different meals (by the end of the second hour, the classroom smelled... interesting). For my 9:40am Freshman English class I did the American-style breakfast: bacon, sausage, eggs, cheese, and pancakes with butter and maple syrup. The girls did most of the actual cooking, and they thoroughly enjoyed the food. The 11:00am Frosh class got fettuccine alfredo with shrimp, along with food the students had brought: salad, hors d'oeuvres, and fruit.

The students were great. Both classes were very helpful about cooking; we had three burners going in the first class, and I labeled each sector of the class The Pancake Department, The Meat Department, and The Egg Department. The girls got right to work and took over the cooking; that was a load off my shoulders, as I had had to trek back to my place twice in order to bring all the necessaries-- the food, the utensils, the pots and pans, and so on. I found myself wishing that I had one of those two-wheeled, wireframe carts I associate with the beachfront homeless in America. Carrying all that crap in plastic bags (and one large travel bag) is murder on the fingers.

The girls are still high schoolers, and as with American teens, it's easy to see that development doesn't happen at the same rate for all of them. Some of the girls were rather timid in their approach to cooking. One student in particular had no idea how to remove the breakfast sausage wrapper. She had my meat scissors in one hand and the still-wrapped sausage in another (yes, this can all be read in a very Freudian way), and had no idea how best to free the sausage from its vestments. I had to go over and help.

The girls working on the pancakes were hyper-literal in following the instructions on the bag of pancake mix. The result was nearly perfect pancakes: round, firm, and well-tanned.

The 11 o'clock class didn't have as many challenges to face (I was cooking the main course, and it was the only hot dish), but they all brought an incredible amount of food. They set to work making hors d'oeuvres-- "canapés," they called them. These were essentially saltine crackers with globs of tuna or potato salad on them, topped off with half a cherry tomato. Very cute, and actually quite tasty.

The final class was devoted to movie-watching as well as eating: the students had all turned in their film projects, and each class had given me two films. We had to watch the films on my monitor in the teachers' room, which made for a rather cramped experience, but the students shrieked in delight as they watched themselves performing. Three of the four productions truly were hilarious; the students had had to learn-- on their own-- how to edit their footage, overlay it with music, and tack credits (opening and closing) on either end. They had also been asked to document their experience; some students showed this by tacking on Pixar-style "outtakes" at the ends of their films; others showed me a PowerPoint slide show. In all, I was wowed. One production was pretty lame, but I had compassion and gave that group a middling "B" for their rather poor effort. They knew it was poor, too, once they saw the magnificent job the other groups had done. Funny thing: one girl in that group had boasted, weeks ago, that she had a brother in film school who could help out with editing and all the rest. When I saw the production, I did notice that the transitions from scene to scene were quite smooth, but I couldn't see what else the mysterious brother had done.

Cleaning up the mess of two classes' worth of eating was a royal pain in the ass, but here, too, the students were great. While I organized and packed away what I could in the classroom-- various containers, gas ranges, and so forth-- the girls spirited away the dirty pots and pans and spatulas and gamely washed everything for me. Still, the process took a long time, and I had to interrupt myself to give three scheduled student interviews. By the time everything was finished, and all the sad goodbyes had been said, it was time for my 1:30pm class in Greco-Roman Mythology.

The students in that class put on a very good skit about Theseus, and even managed to involve me, much to my surprise, in their production. Theseus, as you know, is the dude who slays the minotaur, the horrifying bull-human hybrid condemned to live trapped inside a labyrinth, eating the flesh of those unlucky enough to get lost within. At one point in the skit, Theseus and the minotaur were chasing each other around the classroom when Thesus suddenly stopped beside me and boomed, "Gods! Another monster in the maze!" I cracked up.

The class went well, all things considered, and by 4:30pm I was one tired half-Korean mutt.

There's one more week of class to go, but because I no longer have to teach the freshmen, I don't have to be on Smoo premises until 1:30pm. However, I will be interviewing some students earlier on Tuesday (Monday is a day off because of the Lunar New Year), so on that day, I'll come earlier.

My final day of classes, Thursday, will be spent with the Greco-Roman group. We'll be watching "The Matrix" together and parsing it for mythological tropes. I'll probably drop in a reference to Plato's analogy of the cave, and we'll talk a bit about the Oracle. I've also asked my students to be alert for Jewish, Christian, and Buddhist tropes in the film. As we'll be snacking down on... something or other, I expect it'll be a fun, relaxed class.

My Intensive 3 Reading/Writing class will suffer through a final exam on Tuesday, then we'll have our party on Wednesday. I might bring in some games and order some food.

And then: a week-long break. Ah, bliss. This hasn't been a bad semester. Freshman English, in particular, strikes me as having been quite a success. Students were happy to be free of the shackles of a textbook, and because I had settled upon a basic philosophy-- namely, Freshman English is less about teaching English than about introducing these girls to life at Smoo-- things went fairly smoothly.

What a contrast with the awful Level 4 group from the previous FroshEng session, eh? This group was, on the whole, more competent in English than the previous group, and that helped matters. We did have a couple unmotivated duds this time, but they proved more harmful to themselves than to the overall class dynamic. This group was also much more motivated than the previous group. I have to wonder whether part of the reason was the way I had chosen to teach this class. I'm hopeful that that's true, but I'm also mindful that groups of people always evince a collective temperament. Sometimes it's just the luck of the draw that you're served a group of zeroes. This time around, fortune favored the foolish.


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credit where credit is due

In the "jobs" post, I gave a link referencing handjobs. This was courtesy The Maven, who alerted me to this blog's existence when she sent me a link to a different post about shitting.


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where the sun don't shine

You can thank Sperwer for this one:



Perv.

In case you didn't catch it, Sperwer's submission is a reference to my previous "fucking cell phones" post.


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jobs

Eye jobs.

Nose jobs.

Boob jobs.

Handjobs.

Steve Jobs.


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Thursday, February 15, 2007

with thanks to Dram_man

The idea for a poem emerged after Dram_man cleverly reworked a comment I'd made over at the Nomad's. I had written, in response to the Nomad's post on cell phone text messaging addiction, "Hence the No Fucking Cell Phones Rule in my classes."

In that same comment thread, Dram_man shot back with, "You won't let them fuck phones in class?"

And BOOM-- just like that: a few haiku crawled out of my ass.

Samsung everywhere
even in my woman's crotch
"vibrate" makes her wet

once you go Samsung
there's no going back, they say
ask my ex-lover

phoning my main squeeze
she picks up, but doesn't speak
then... a yeasty smell

"Fuck the phone!" I cry
"Excellent idea," she says
as she spreads her thighs

"So, tell me," I ask
"What's it like to fuck a phone?"
"Please hold," she replies


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long dingle-dong day

A long day deserving of a long tale. More soon.


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mentioned in the same breath with The Yangpa?

Behold [edited for grammar]:

Girly stuff, gossip, and other bits of gab. About beauty, fashion, and glam sensibilities. No wonder they've gotten such a hostile reception. They're writing to a group of mostly Korean or white male news/politics/cultural critics and wannabe wonks (I'm one of them), who only define "good" blogging as geo-politically weighty, [or as being] about acceptable aspects of Korean ("high") culture, or [as having] to do with history, [or as about] being a GI, or [as] otherwise [engaging] in sophomoric (but I'm not saying bad, with tip o' the hat going to Big Hominid and The Yangpa) humor – or [about engaging] in ogling of all types, whether it be "Girl Wednesday" or [as incessantly linking] to racing girls [and] porn layouts from sports newspapers with the all-enticing disclaimer "not work safe."

I am happy to be among the good-- in scare quotes-- bloggers, but I'd much rather be known as one of the evil-- in scare quotes-- bloggers.


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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Ave, Jelly!

Love hurts like a muthafucka'. The best Valentine's Day post is over at Jelly's.


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welcome aboard!

Daehee's blog, itMilk, finally joins the sidebar. It didn't take long to think up the sidebar image. If you look at the image of Gates and the udder and think, "Gates sucks," well... you'd be on the right track.

There are a few other blogs needing blogrolling. I can't say when I'll get to them, but thanks in advance for everyone's patience.


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look upon my lats, ye mighty, and despair

The problem with cameras in the classroom is that they always catch the teacher at exactly the wrong moment.



The blue Starbucks cup, a gift from my parents when they were last in Korea (they purchased it at a Starbucks near Ehwa University), tastefully hides my gluteal cleft, which I thought was a nice touch. Also nice is the way Blood Bunny appears to be leaping at my head. Batman, the actual target of Blood Bunny, is forming below.

(Google lists over 1400 references to Blood Bunny, effectively dashing any illusions I might have had that I was being original. It's also sad to see that I've been reduced to seeking validation through Google searches.)

NB: Special thanks to my Frosh student, YJ, who took the pic.


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the end is nigh

Tomorrow is the final day of Freshman English. The intensive class continues next week, but I'm throwing two jjong-parties tomorrow. The first class will feature an American breakfast (eggs, sausage, bacon, pancakes, milk, juice, fruit), and the second will be all about fettuccine alfredo with shrimp (plus salad and fruit).

It's going to be hectic, because we're also supposed to be viewing the film projects. Students have driven themselves crazy trying to meet tomorrow's deadline; in fact, I'm still waiting to receive films from two of the four groups. I imagine they'll be emailed to me sometime around midnight.

This weekend, we celebrate the Lunar New Year, so Seoul will empty itself out as people trundle toward their hometowns. We have Monday off; I'll probably just collapse this weekend, except during my much-anticipated lunch appointment with that force of nature otherwise known as Sperwer.

The week after that, I'm anticipating an Alsatian-style luncheon with Charles and his Missus. By "Alsatian-style," I don't mean that we'll be slaughtering and eating an Alsatian (though that wouldn't bother me a bit). No: we'll be munching on choucroute alsacienne, which we'll make on site based on a recipe from my French buddy Dominique. It's going to be an all-day affair, this. Charles is currently snowed under with work, so it's very kind of him to allow my hairy self on his premises despite his full-to-bursting schedule.

And now... time to go shopping for some damn FOOD.


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Come grab ewe elation!

Congratulations to the Gypsy Scholar, Dr. Horace Jeffery Hodges, on securing a new position at Kyunghee University after having spent several pleasant years at Korea University. His contract will be for two years.

Be careful not to blog provocatively about Dokdo, Jeff. We know what happens to people with an opinion.

Trivia: Jeff's post shows the Kyunghee U. logo. If I'm not mistaken, the logo shows two Chinese characters, rendered in rather abstract style, which appear to be (from top to bottom) dae and hak. Dae hak can mean "college," or, in a literary context, it can mean The Great Learning. I'm going to assume that, for the logo's purposes, dae hak is being used in the former sense.


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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Ave, Malcolm!

Malcolm Pollack points out what has to be one of the most egregious examples of doublethink I've ever encountered. Imagine, if you will, a guy who gets his doctorate in the field of paleontology... but who is, at the same time, a young-earth creationist.

You primed? You curious? Go read Malcolm's essay and find out more.

(If I'm not mistaken, the title of Malcolm's essay refers to a rather frightening passage in Ezekiel about a valley of dry bones. The bones undergo a very "Raiders of the Lost Ark"-style transformation, but in reverse: the flesh flies onto the bones, and you end up with a valley of the living.)


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meanwhile, back at the firing range...

Looks like mass murder is still a recurrent trope in my home country (via Drudge, here and here).

Could an armed citizen have stopped either of these massacres? I'd be interested in comments from people on both sides of the aisle regarding gun control. For a good philosophical framing of the gun control issue, see Dr. Vallicella's excellent-- though by no means balanced-- post here.

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the survey question

I've been conducting the final exams for my freshman girls as brief interviews, and have been slipping in a question that has produced some interesting answers. The question? "Compare the types of projects you've done in this class to what you usually do in high school." (NB: Keep in mind that these girls aren't college freshmen quite yet-- they're early-acceptance high school seniors.)

Out of thirty students, only three have said that they have done anything similar to the group activities that dominated my curriculum. The rest have given some version of the following answer:

We don't usually do this sort of project. Our teachers think that, when we work in groups, it's hard to know who is doing what amount of work. So we usually do individual projects, and they're not "active." Projects, for us, usually mean doing a lot of research by ourselves on the internet. Maybe we discuss our projects a bit in class, but not much. Mostly we just have to listen to the teacher, take notes, and that's all.

The above isn't exactly news to expat teachers, but it's still somewhat disconcerting to encounter student after student saying the same thing. It's even more disheartening when you realize that these girls all come from different high schools, and are therefore independently confirming the sorry state of high school education in Korea. On the plus side, it's great to be part of a team that is introducing these students to a very different way of approaching learning. Whether they truly develop a love of learning will, of course, be up to them.


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and just how fine is Ralph?

This article bears repeating in its entirety because it's just too damn funny:

A flight attendant accused of having sex in an aircraft toilet with actor Ralph Fiennes was in hiding last night after being grounded without pay.

Other crew members claimed Lisa Robertson had a seven-mile-high fling in business class with The English Patient star.

But she insists he followed her into the small cubicle where, with the door locked, she repelled his advances.

Qantas has taken suggestions of a liaison seriously and has stood her down while it investigates.

She will be sacked if it finds sex did take place.

Miss Robertson, 38, admits chatting to 44-year-old Mr Fiennes on a flight from Darwin, Australia, to Mumbai on January 24 but says that when she told him she needed to go to the toilet he followed her in and became "amorous".

Two crew members who saw her talking to Mr Fiennes waited outside and caught the pair leaving. They reported the incident to a senior crew member.

Miss Robertson was forced to explain two breaches of corporate and cabincrew policies - letting Mr Fiennes sit in a crew seat as they chatted in her rest break and being in the toilet with him.

In her statement to bosses, which was leaked to a Sydney newspaper, she said: "While conversing with Mr Fiennes during my break, I expressed a need to go to the toilet. I entered it, he followed me and entered the same toilet.

"I explained to him that this was inappropriate and asked him to leave.

"Mr Fiennes became amorous towards me and, after a short period of time, I convinced him to leave the toilet. I left a short time later. At no time did any crew member come to my assistance.

"At no time were any other customers aware of this incident. At no time did I put the Qantas name or reputation in jeopardy."

Miss Robertson, from Sydney, admitted that the actor had visited her in the crew rest area during her break to chat.

But she said she was simply doing her job, adding: "This is common practice on long flights to build a rapport with passengers."

Miss Robertson, who was a police officer for 14 years, claims she has been commended several times for her services as a flight attendant.

Qantas said: "A flight attendant has been stood down as a result of an incident on a flight."

Mr Fiennes, who is dating Belfast-born interior designer Sirin Lewenden, was flying to India as a Unicef ambassador to promote awareness of HIV and safe sex at the time.

The star of Schindler’s List had been in Sydney to perform in a one-man show.

He will appear in the summer as evil wizard Lord Voldemort in Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix.

Mr Fiennes gained a reputation as a womaniser after leaving his wife Alex Kingston for Francesca Annis, who is 18 years his senior. He has also been linked to actresses Gina Gershon, Jennifer Lopez and Ellen Barkin.

His agent could not be contacted for comment last night.

One link associated with the article says, "Stewardess faces sack."

Just how many women have faced Lord Voldemort's sack while miles in the air? Who can experience the Odor of the Penis and remain unchanged?


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Ave, Charles and Skippy!

A rare double-whammy here as I acknowledge the Iron Chef-like prowess of Charles, who just pulled off the daring Operation Stromboli, one of the tastiest-looking Liminality entries I've seen.

Skippy tackles a different operation: the presidential campaign of Barack Obama, which may be rosy right now, but which is likely to run up against reality soon. (Similar rumblings about Giuliani, from what I read.)

Both articles are must-reads.


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Monday, February 12, 2007

Sulky Princess

There's a Sulky Princess in my class-- she's in three of my classes, actually-- and her charm is starting to wear thin. Today saw her in a truly bitchy state as she attempted to derail part of the lesson I was teaching. I had nabbed a poem from a teacher's guide; the poem, cheerfully whimsical in tone, was written from the perspective of someone narrating a visit by an alien who takes our cars to be the dominant species on the planet. The poem offers interesting context clues that allow perceptive readers to see that the alien is observing cars and not living organisms.

When I was asking the students to give their impressions of what the poem was about, Sulky Princess, who's actually quite sharp but extremely lazy, figured out that the poem was about cars. Then she pouted, "Actually I thought this poem was ridiculous. The alien is too human! And the poem sounds like it was written by a child."

I'm always happy to entertain disagreement in my classes, and wasn't all that perturbed at the princess's observation. But I could also see that she was just fucking with me because today was Designated Bitch Day, so I said, "You know, you're on to something, there. People usually aren't that imaginative when they write about aliens. So let's try this: I'm going to give you all five minutes to write a paragraph describing a sense an alien might possess-- one that isn't like our five senses. Describe that sense in a paragraph, then we'll discuss what you've written."

As predicted, Sulky Princess simply sulked and did nothing while her tablemate wrote furiously. I called time and decided to start with the princess, who I knew had written not a single word.

"Princess?" I asked. [uh, just FYI, that's not her real name]

She shrugged, unashamed of having spent five minutes doing jack shit.

"Why didn't you write anything?" I asked with a predatory smile.

"I think aliens would be just like us, don't you? So there's no reason to write anything," she said.

My smile widened, exposing more of my fangs. "But weren't you the one who said that the alien in the poem was too human?" Laughter from the rest of the class. Sulky Princess returned to her sulking.

A small, small-minded victory. Long live me.

On a serious note, though: it burns me when I encounter people who are basically a waste of my time. "Oxygen thieves," that's what my coworker calls such people: they waste your oxygen by sitting there, breathing, doing nothing constructive. This girl is pampered beyond belief; that much is obvious. Good luck to her. I hope one day she discovers that life is more worthwhile when we actually make an effort at something, but somehow I doubt the lesson will sink in. Meanwhile, all praise to the other girls in my class; they actually give a damn.


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Sunday, February 11, 2007

chili cheese fries

Quite possibly better than yesterday's meal was today's: I cooked up the remainder of my chili, added more fresh gochu to it, boiled three hot dogs, snipped them into chunks with the food scissors, fried up a mound of French fries, and grated half a block of Gruyère into a fine, hairy mess.

I then salted my fries, plopped them on a plate, tossed the cheese onto the fries, tossed the chili on top of the cheese, and added an evil spiral of sriracha sauce to the top. Most excellent.


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Dog Poop Girl: harbinger of the future

An interesting article I found over at ABCNews.com talks about how sites like YouTube can help wronged parties get their revenge by slapping incriminating footage up on the Net for all to see. Cyber-vigilantism appears to be on the rise.

It should be remembered, though, that another bellwether of cultural evolution, the daytime talk show, has taught us that lack of privacy is no deterrent for the vulgarly shameless and the shamelessly vulgar. When a man proudly admits, in front of millions, that he banged his sister twelve years ago and is now a grandfather, you can bet that YouTube won't curb all the naughtiness that's out there.


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revelation

Go visit the Gypsy Scholar, who has blogged a frightening revelation related to that horror movie he told me about, "Black Sheep."


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postal scrotum: more nightmare scenarios

Reader ML sends in another possible disaster scenario. Seems as though many of us are, as Bill might say, in "prophet" mode.


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Ave, Bill!

A very, very, very disturbing piece by Bill Keezer. Depending on where you are on the political spectrum, you might view his essay as right on the money, far too alarmist, or perhaps too timid in its predictions. No matter your politics, I hope you'll visit Bill's fine blog and give his essay a respectful reading. If you are inclined to comment, I'll ask you to leave your comment with Bill.

By the way-- while you're there, you should take some time to read his other essays as well. Mr. Keezer is a deep and thoughtful gentleman, both a scientist and a man of faith. He leans unabashedly rightward, but as he says, he's not opposed to civil discussion with people of different points of view. In that sense, people like Bill and the more left-leaning Maven both shame me, because I don't exactly roll out the welcome mat at this blog. Both of them welcome anyone to their cyber-doorstep, and give everyone they meet the benefit of the doubt. True, Bill's and the Maven's blogs are like night and day in terms of style, subject matter, and tone, but more hospitable blogs are hard to find.


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Saturday, February 10, 2007

the greatest chili dogs ever

You missed them, and now they're gone.

I had some gyro meat (marjoram-spiced beef and pork) left over, so I doused it with some of my home-made taco sauce, piled on even more paprika and chili powder, added a bit of water, and started cooking. A minute or so later, I took out the cooking scissors and cut me up some fresh green gochu. Into the mix it went. On top of that I added a nasty glob of my sriracha sauce. I wasn't seriously planning to eat twelve-alarm chili, though: I deliberately over-spiced the mix because of what I was going to do next-- namely, add a can of pork & beans and a can of (extremely bland) Hormel chili. The result was middle-of-the-road perfection: well on the spicy side, but with added volume thanks to the Bland Canned. Perfect for a nasty, low-rent chili dog.

Having only pita for bread wasn't about to stop me; I used up my remaining tzatziki on the pita rounds, sprinkled the remaining feta on them as well, slapped fat hot dogs on top of the sauceandcheese, then poured on the chili.

Heaven.

And that, ladies and gents, is how to get rid of leftovers.


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"violence of the lambs"??

The Gypsy Scholar alerts me to this movie preview (is it seriously a movie, or just a comedy short?*): "Black Sheep," a mutant sheep horror-comedy from New Zealand with special effects by Weta Workshop, the group that did Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings trilogy.

The movie simply reinforces the wisdom of sheephumpers everywhere: always approach quietly from behind.

Mmmmmmmmm, sexy. T'ain't nuttin' like ruttin' with the mutton.

I'm just trying to figure out what manner of surfing the Gypsy Scholar was engaged in that he should "happen upon" this trailer. Heh.





*It's a movie. The IMdB entry on "Black Sheep" is here. Also of note is a comment by one viewer of the trailer, who references Samuel Jackson's classic line from a recent film: "I don't know about you, but personally.... I have HAD it with these MOTHER****ING SHEEP on these MOTHER****ING PLAINS!!!"


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nanolotion

I want nanolotion. Self-administered surgery in a bottle. Itty-bitty nanites, smaller than cells, held in suspension inside a viscous substance I can smear on a given part of my body to effect microscopic (and perhaps even macroscopic) repairs: that's what I want.

There would be different lotions for different problems. Look! This pink bottle contains nanites that unclog arteries while you sleep! This red bottle deals exclusively with liver problems! This green bottle hunts down and destroys colon polyps! This blue bottle destroys excess fat! This grey bottle goes after cancerous metastases!

Or perhaps in the future we will need only one such bottle-- One Bottle to Rule Them All, a single container of super-smart nanites.

In all cases, the nanolotion would be topically applied, but the nanites would be programmed to handle mistakes such as oral ingestion by toddlers. The nanites would find their way into the body through the skin, leaving not a single mark as they exploited our natural porosity.

The nanites would work in concert to perform their mission-- killing an army of cold viruses, shattering cancer cells, obliterating and flushing out the remains of a cataract. Then, they would either shuffle to the intestines to be excreted and flushed away, or would move en masse back to their point of entry and reappear on the skin as lotion again, ready to be scraped back into the bottle. Nanites would need a power source, so I imagine the bottle would have to be placed back in its recharger stand.

I suppose I'd wait a few "versions" before trying nanolotion for myself. The potential for tragedy is high, at least in the early stages of development and distribution. Imagine your nanites going nuts while working on your spine as you slept. Imagine them taking a perfectly normal brain and turning it schizophrenic. Hell, imagine them working on your reproductive plumbing and making some foolish mistake! I'm not ready to wake up one morning and discover I now have five dicks sprouting from various parts of my body. No: I'd definitely wait until the lotion was guaranteed to be effective.

But I think nanolotion is an idea whose time has come. Don't you?

The important question, though, is what sort of brand name we could concoct for our invention...





TRIVIA: A quick Google search of "nanolotion" shows the term is already very much in use, but alas, not in the way suggested above.


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Ave, Skippy!

Skippy has two must-reads: his compassionate-- even touching-- take on the late Anna Nicole Smith, and his most recent post, which takes journalist Ellen Goodman to task for heedless moral equivalence in saying that global warming deniers are like Holocaust deniers.


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Ave, Maven!

This had me rolling:

...some folks have all of the allure of a papercut on one's taint.


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Friday, February 09, 2007

divorce: the escape hatch of choice

"Divorce!" my students yelled during a recent exercise.

If you're an EFL teacher, you've doubtless done some form of this exercise before. Mine was tailored to meet the needs of a reading/writing class. The exercise in question involves taking questions and answers from an advice column (preferably brief questions and brief answers), separating the questions from the answers, then getting the students to match the "Q"s and "A"s. That in itself isn't hard for Korean students to do: they've spent most of their lives learning to read English, and can often pick up context and lexical clues quite quickly.

My variation on the exercise (a fairly standard one, I admit) was to get the students to discuss the questions before they ever saw the advice columnist's answers. As we had spent the week talking about issues related to homosexuality and marriage, I gave the ladies some questions from an online advice column. The questions were along these lines:

1. I'm marrying a man who has a 10-year-old daughter. Is it all right for her to be a junior bridesmaid?

2. My wife has been lashing out at both me and my daughter. While some of this anger is work-related, there's simply too much anger there, and I don't know what to do.

3. My husband, who's been going through AA and has managed to stop drinking, has become more insulting and judgmental around the house. Whenever I try to talk about some serious issue with him, he chuckles, shakes his head, and walks off. He also makes pronouncements about different aspects of our marriage. It's driving me nuts.

4. I've been married to my husband for barely a year, and I'm worried because he's an outdoorsman who likes extreme sports. He's planning on going on an expedition soon, and this one looks as though it'll tax him. He might not even make it back home. We've discussed kids, and he's promised to stop adventuring when we have kids, but I'm worried about this upcoming trip. What can I do to stop him?

5. I'm a writer and artist, and my husband is a computer software engineer. We're poles apart in how we approach the world, and now we're fighting all the time. What can we do?


I was surprised at the number of times my students suggested "Divorce!" as the immediate solution for some-- nay, most-- of the above scenarios. I wonder whether this indicates that social attitudes toward divorce are rapidly changing in Korea, or if it's simply a function of undergraduate immaturity. Even now, divorce is something of a stigma in Korea, especially for female divorcees, who do not feel free to talk too openly about their marital status. I feel that this shouldn't be the case, but like it or not, such is the reality on the peninsula.

I don't think divorce should be one's first choice when it comes to marital conflict, but I have no problem with keeping it in reserve if the situation should prove unsalvageable. American divorce statistics remain high compared to years past: somewhere around 50% (a freighterful of US divorce stats here and here). An interesting question to ask is whether the data should be interpreted positively or negatively. While some folks lament the increase in the US divorce rate (and I imagine the same lament occurs, at some level of public discourse, in Korea as well), others view the stats as a sign that spouses, women in particular, are standing up and saying "no" to rotten relationships.

As long as people are aware of the dangers of using divorce as a too-easy escape hatch, I would say that it remains a perfectly legitimate option for unhappy couples of any nationality. But in the meantime, my first instinct would be to ask a given couple to work through their problems before resorting to drastic measures. Divorce is a significant rupture in one's existence; no one enters the procedure lightly. It is especially problematic when children are involved, particularly when those children are minors who cannot fully understand the situation. Tread carefully, O Couples.

And to my students I say: don't reach so quickly for the escape hatch. You might be depressurizing a perfectly flyable plane.


POST SCRIPTUM: One student, one of the meekest and mildest in the class, said something that struck me regarding scenario #4 above, the scenario about the wife who wants to stop her daredevil husband from taking his next hazardous trip. When I asked my students what they, as the wife, would say, this girl declared to her imaginary husband, "If you love me, you won't go!"

Whoa.

I managed to stretch this out for comedy for about three or so minutes, because the other students were also wowed by this brazen pronouncement. Using emotion-based threats to cajole and manipulate people is always low, and I think this girl realized that as soon as she heard her classmates' gasps and my chortling. But we all had fun, and some of the other students' answers to different questions were, arguably, crazier.


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Ave, Justin!

The ultimate spoo story can be found at Cosmic Buddha.


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postal scrotum: Charles on gaydar,
fights, and "Minority Report"

Charles, now in ultra-efficient mode, writes:

I think it's going to take me a little while to get used to the idea of commenting on your site again. So until that happens, a few brief comments on recent entries:

1) Gaydar: My gaydar sucks as well, just like everyone else's. In my experience, even gay people have crappy gaydar. I have no idea how to tell if someone is gay, other than asking them.

Maven's suggestion (that the "friend" had used the "sorry. I'm gay" excuse as a way to let her down easy) did cross my mind, but I just as quickly crossed it out again. While something like that might fly in the West, I can't imagine it working here. I think there are probably a hundred different excuses a Korean guy would use before resorting to that.

2) Pitt/Bana: As a former martial artist myself, I can tell you that it's harder to avoid hurting someone on defense than it is on offense. At times during our karate classes I would be paired up with a girl for kumite. She would wear all the protection (including what we affectionately referred to as "the titty shield"), but that meant very little. My style (Kyokushin) is a very aggressive style, and blocking is considered a form of attacking. So you don't just slap someone's fist away when they try to punch you--you swing your arm in and really nail them. When I had to fight guys lower in rank (and thus experience) than myself, I would often beat them without ever throwing a punch, simply by blocking really hard (I didn't do this to intentionally humiliate them--when fighting someone lower in rank we were often told to stay on the defensive). You bruise someone enough, eventually they lose the will to fight. It was a different story when I had to fight girls, though. I hated that. My sensei would say, "only defense," and that was pretty much my cue to start running around the dojo with this girl chasing me and trying to kick me in the balls. There's just no way you can avoid hurting them unless you avoid them entirely. One time I was a bit slow and one of the girls did manage to graze my nuts (I was wearing a cup, but still). I did eventually get up and the fight continued, and my sensei didn't say anything when I threw a punch as hard as I could and hit her right in the titty shield, knocking her flat on her back. Only time I ever hit a girl in anger (you know, as opposed to during kinky sex).

In the case of Pitt/Bana, yeah they were stunt fighting and not trying to hit each other, but that's a lot harder to do than one might think--it's harder to get a punch close without connecting than it is to connect. And since it is only natural to defend yourself, I find it pretty impressive that Bana didn't have to pay Pitt a dime.

3) Minority Report is a great movie--have you seen it? We have it on DVD. I was a bit disappointed that the article described it as being directed by Steven Spielberg. I mean, it was directed by Spielberg, of course, but the important thing is that it was based on a story by P.K. Dick, no?

-C


"Only time I ever hit a girl in anger (you know, as opposed to during kinky sex)."

I think my commenter's going to come back and accuse you of thinking that hitting girls is funny.

Yes, I've seen "Minority Report." I don't think Tom Cruise hit any women, which is probably why that movie sucked.

No, seriously, I enjoyed the movie despite the lack of abuse.


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another blow for substance dualism

Scientists have developed a new mind-mapping technology that purports to allow researchers to see intentions forming before a person acts on them.

The team used high-resolution brain scans to identify patterns of activity before translating them into meaningful thoughts, revealing what a person planned to do in the near future. It is the first time scientists have succeeded in reading intentions in this way.

"Using the scanner, we could look around the brain for this information and read out something that from the outside there's no way you could possibly tell is in there. It's like shining a torch around, looking for writing on a wall," said John-Dylan Haynes at the Max Planck Institute for Human Cognitive and Brain Sciences in Germany, who led the study with colleagues at University College London and Oxford University.
The research builds on a series of recent studies in which brain imaging has been used to identify tell-tale activity linked to lying, violent behaviour and racial prejudice.

The latest work reveals the dramatic pace at which neuroscience is progressing, prompting the researchers to call for an urgent debate into the ethical issues surrounding future uses for the technology. If brain-reading can be refined, it could quickly be adopted to assist interrogations of criminals and terrorists, and even usher in a "Minority Report" era (as portrayed in the Steven Spielberg science fiction film of that name), where judgments are handed down before the law is broken on the strength of an incriminating brain scan.

"These techniques are emerging and we need an ethical debate about the implications, so that one day we're not surprised and overwhelmed and caught on the wrong foot by what they can do. These things are going to come to us in the next few years and we should really be prepared," Professor Haynes told the Guardian.

The use of brain scanners to judge whether people are likely to commit crimes is a contentious issue that society should tackle now, according to Prof Haynes. "We see the danger that this might become compulsory one day, but we have to be aware that if we prohibit it, we are also denying people who aren't going to commit any crime the possibility of proving their innocence."

During the study, the researchers asked volunteers to decide whether to add or subtract two numbers they were later shown on a screen.

Before the numbers flashed up, they were given a brain scan using a technique called functional magnetic imaging resonance. The researchers then used a software that had been designed to spot subtle differences in brain activity to predict the person's intentions with 70% accuracy.

The study revealed signatures of activity in a marble-sized part of the brain called the medial prefrontal cortex that changed when a person intended to add the numbers or subtract them.

Because brains differ so much, the scientists need a good idea of what a person's brain activity looks like when they are thinking something to be able to spot it in a scan, but researchers are already devising ways of deducing what patterns are associated with different thoughts.

A substance dualist maintains that the mind is substantially different from the body. Different dualists have somewhat different views on what, exactly, this means. Some, for example, see the mind/body difference in terms of a "ghost in the machine," wherein mind is truly independent from the material body. This belief gives rise to the "interaction problem," because if mind has no physical location, it becomes hard to explain how a given mind is in any way linked to a given body. Other dualists have taken a more subtle, refined stance that is not as susceptible to critique, and many dualists respond to physicalist critiques by saying that scientsts presume that causality must only be physical.

Science, in the meantime, makes progress by proceeding according to physicalist assumptions about mind. I have yet to hear a good explanation from a substance dualist as to how or why this continued success is possible. Now here we are, about to breach the fortress walls of intentionality, and substance dualists are still singing the same tune.

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that inner glow

Marjoram turns out to be key for gyro-flavored meat.

I bought a mess of ground beef and pork yesterday, along with material for more faux gyros, this time to enjoy entirely on my own. I had already made a blasphemous variant of tzatziki sauce by using sour cream as the base instead of Greek yogurt; to complement the tangy creaminess, I bought another bottle of that lovely Viet/Thai sriracha sauce I love so much. (I use that sauce on hot dogs in place of ketchup.)

Along with the sriracha and meat, I bought pita bread, a bag of ready-to-cook French fries, feta cheese, cherry tomatoes, and some Korean gochu (chili peppers). I deliberately skipped iceberg lettuce and forgot to get some black olives. I got home and spiced up the meat with marjoram, powdered garlic, powdered onion, salt, white pepper, a bit of oregano, a reckless dash of my homemade taco seasoning (gotta love the armpit-like scent from the cumin), and gouts of olive oil. I fried everything up taco-style, put crumbled feta on a pita, put hot meat on top of that, dropped some cherry tomato halves onto the meat, covered the whole thing with tzatziki sauce, dumped some fries on top of that, Turkish-style, drizzled everything with sriracha, and was in heaven. Long live me.

With all the spice from the sriracha and the gochu, this morning's toilet session was lively. The cool thing, though, is that when the ass has dragon breath, it gives a great lightshow.

Oh, yeah... speaking of "long live," it appears that long life was not in the cards for Anna Nicole Smith, who is dead at age 39 after a life of exemplary moderation. As with many celebrities, her spaceport of choice was a hotel. I admit I was shocked when I read the news over at the Nomad (whose site faithfully tracks all things boobular), but I recovered quickly. Her fate is condign.

RIP, titties.


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who's the better fighter?

I've now shown parts of the movie "Troy" to my students on two occasions. We are winding down with the eight-week term, which means I am once again in the middle of teaching my four-week Greco-Roman mythology course. I decided to look up some trivia on "Troy," and the following tidbit (from IMdB) caught my eye. The mark of a good movie fighter is his or her ability to exercise control during a choreographed fight (something the great Samo Hung is known for):

Brad Pitt and Eric Bana both did their own fighting scenes. They also made an agreement that they would pay for every hit they accidentally made. The costs were $50 for a lighter blow and $100 for a hard blow. Pitt ended up paying $750 to Bana, who didn't have to pay Pitt anything.

If you watch the Achilles/Hector fight in "Troy," you could argue on Pitt's behalf that his character, Achilles, was on the attack during that entire scene, which meant that Pitt had a greater chance of accidentally striking Bana. But two counterarguments immediately present themselves: (1) no self-respecting martial artist involved in movie fighting would hide behind such a defense, and Pitt, while not a martial artist, would be aware of this; and (2) it's just as easy to clout people while blocking as it is to hit them while on the attack.


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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Ave, Iceberg!

And in a perverse segue from the preceding meditation on homosexuality, I bring you this awesome post at The Iceberg. Scott's one-word commentary after the article had me rolling.


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ega(y)ds

When I have time later this evening, I need to talk about the weird question a student of mine asked me.

CONTINUED:

I'm back.

So a student of mine knocks on the office door after 6pm this evening and says she needs to ask me something. Her tone of voice suggests it's something serious. I lean heavily backward, office chair creaking under my bulk, and raise my eyebrows in a gesture my students all recognize as calm expectancy.

"Can you tell if someone is gay? I need to know if a friend of mine is gay," she blurts.

My eyebrows move higher into "polite befuddlement" mode. I put on my pedagogue's hat and ask her to watch with me as we surf the Net for references to gaydar and "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy." We hit the "gaydar" entry at Wikipedia; I then choose a pic from Google Images that features the cast of "Queer Eye" all in a row, and start pointing out the guys who "look" gay to me, the most obvious being that flaming blond dude. I tell my student quite sincerely that a couple of these guys don't look gay to me, while a couple others are borderline, and one or two-- aside from the most obvious flamer-- strike me as "probably gay." Since we both know that all of the cast is gay, my point is that my gaydar (and that of many men) tends to be spotty at best, which means she's on her own.

While we're surfing, my student feeds me a few of the standard gay stereotypes: gays are neat; they tend to tuck in their shirts; they're stylish or over-stylish. But it's obvious she's floundering and has no clue. Not only that, but she knows she has no clue, and for some reason this bothers her, because she wants to know if her guy friend is gay.

It's only after my student leaves the office that it occurs to me: if that guy is really a friend of my student... don't you think she'd know whether he was gay? Wouldn't he have told her, if she hadn't figured it out for herself?

Having been on the receiving end of the coming-out process with a loved one, I can say this with assurance: gay folks are far more likely to come out to their friends than they are to their family. It's those closest to the gay person who are least likely to get the news at the beginning. In fact, years might pass before anything is revealed. Those of us who know that person might have our suspicions, but nothing will be "official" until very late in the game. That's how it goes.

Can't say I blame gay folks for operating that way, given how little welcome they receive from society at large. Of course, crass asshole that I am, when this loved one came out to me, one of the first things I asked was, "So can I still tell gay jokes?"


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Wednesday, February 07, 2007

fuck Rimbaud

I just visited the estimable ROKDrop and saw this post about "The Afghan Rambo," which in turn led me to this post at BlackFive. Jamal Udin, the Afghan Rambo, guards Camp Phoenix, a military base in Afghanistan. He has six children, and lost his wife during a Taliban rocket attack. Since that time, he's been working for the Americans. Get this [edited for style]:

"Since he couldn't have a weapon, he found a big red pipe. So now he stands there at the front gate in his US Army ACU uniform with his red pipe. If a vehicle approaches the gate too fast or fails to stop, he slams his pipe down on its hood. Then, once the gate is lifted, the vehicle moves on to the 2nd gate where the US Army MP's are. So he's like the first line of defense.

"Last Thursday at 0930 hrs, a Toyota Corolla packed with explosives and some jackass that thought he had 72 virgins waiting for him approached the gate. When he saw Rambo he must have recognized him and known the jig was up. But he needed to get to that 2nd gate to detonate his load and take American lives. So he slammed his foot on the gas, which almost caused the metal gate to go up but mostly caught on the now-broken windshield. Rambo fearlessly ran to the vehicle, reached through the window, jerked the suicide bomber out of the vehicle before he could detonate, and commenced putting some red pipe to his heathen ass.

"He detained the guy until the MP got there. The vehicle only exploded when [base personnel] tried to push it off base with a robot but no one was hurt. I'm still waiting for someone to give this guy a medal or something."

All I have to say to our troops at Camp Phoenix is... you'd better not let anything happen to this guy. He sure as hell deserves better than $400-something per month. If he won't accept higher pay (and another article hints that he won't), do something meaningful for his kids.

NB: BlackFive linked to the site from which I plucked the photo of Rambo.


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it lives

Back from wrestling tigers in India, Sperwer returns to blogging, leaner and-- though it seems impossible-- more vicious than ever.


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Ave, Max!

Max and his lovely wife sent me a wonderful Lunar New Year's care package. They shame me, but I appreciate their constant thoughtfulness.

This package includes all sorts of edible goodies, from candies to cookies to cakes. Thanks, guys!


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sinterlude

"Honey," said Mrs. Claus with a grimace, "why do your naughty bits smell of venison? Yet again?"


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Tuesday, February 06, 2007

be a good example to your students

Word to the wise: if you have a 9:40am class, don't wake up at 8:00am, turn off your clock's alarm, fall back asleep, scream "SHIT!" after waking up again at 9:30am, rush into the bathroom, shakily slap in your contact lenses, swirl some mouthwash around for five seconds instead of brushing your teeth, yank on some clothes without showering or shaving, gallumph across the street to your class, stinky as hell, and arrive seven minutes late. Not a good way to start your day, especially after having spent most of the semester chiding students for traipsing in late.

Like most of my colleagues, I follow the Five Minute Rule: if you're late up to five minutes, I don't mark you as tardy. Today, I violated that rule myself. The latest I've ever been was ten minutes (during my first year at Smoo), and that was a one-time occurrence. I don't have a habit of being late to class (though I'm annoyingly lax when it comes to meeting up with friends*), so it bothers me when it happens. Luckily, it doesn't happen often.

One colleague tried to reassure me when I rushed into the office and explained my situation. "Oh, the students never mind when the teacher's late," she said. I'm sure that's true in many universities, but at Smoo, things are different: I've had the chance to flip through other teachers' evaluation forms (they're posted on a wall by the main office for everyone to see), and I've seen student comments about other teachers: "always late" or "often late" has been written on a couple of them. I don't ever want to see that comment on a form of mine. I've had a clean record thus far, and want to keep it that way.





*I have friends in the States who are, in my opinion, far too Swiss about meeting on time for a friendly get-together. I understand the idea that "time's a-wastin'," but I can't bring myself to think of hanging out in the same way I think about being "on the clock." So I apologize to all and sundry, but I also wish they'd loosen up. If a friend tells me s/he's going to be late, I don't mind, because a get-together isn't a business meeting. I don't think "my valuable time is being squandered" or that "I've got better things to do than wait." We should save our petty neuroses for our enemies. Heh.


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Rudy!

It appears that former NYC mayor Rudy Giuliani has thrown his hat at least partway in the ring and will most likely be running for President:

WASHINGTON -- Rudy Giuliani, the former New York City mayor whose popularity soared after his response to the Sept. 11, 2001 terrorist attacks, moved closer to a full-fledged campaign for the Republican presidential nomination on Monday.

In a sign that he's serious about running for the White House, the two-term mayor was filing a so-called "statement of candidacy" with the Federal Election Commission. In the process, he was eliminating the phrase "testing the waters" from earlier paperwork establishing his exploratory committee, said an official close to Giuliani's campaign.

If Giuliani ends up as the GOP nominee, he'll have my vote. If not, I'll be interested to see whom the Democrats finally pick. From either party, I'd like to see someone who is fiscally conservative (Bush has been a joke), who has a clear plan for what to do (or not do) in Iraq, who skews somewhat to the left in terms of social policy, and who has a more open, feet-on-the-ground style than Bush does. Rudy was the type to involve himself deeply in the governance of New York City; his book Leadership (thanks again, Max) offers interesting insights into how his mind works. I don't doubt that the book paints a rosier picture of Giuliani than the reality, but I still like what I see, and we as a nation had a chance to watch the man in action back in 2001.

Rudy faces challenges from within his own party because of his more liberal-leaning stance on gun control and abortion. I'm curious to see how he'll fare in debate against the other GOP hopefuls, who are all, in my opinion, better and smarter folks than the current president.

For the Dems... can't say I'd go for Hillary, though she hasn't grated on me as much as I thought she might. Her experience as a senator seems to have honed her political instincts, even if she still comes off as more schoolmarmish than tough (where is America's Thatcher?). I'd like to know more about Barack Obama, but suspect he'll be pulled down by his relative inexperience. I've cooled down a bit regarding John Edwards, and need to read up on Joe Biden. I'm a big fan of Joe Lieberman, but somehow don't see him as anything more than second fiddle to whoever nabs the presidential nomination. Mark Warner also seemed like a great pick, but if I'm not mistaken, he's decided not to run.

The kicker for me, and the reason why I'm writing this post, is the economy. Giuliani has a proven record in NYC; the city undeniably prospered under him, and lost much of its forbidding, "urban jungle" reputation. If Giuliani makes housekeeping a major priority, I foresee only improvement for the country as a whole. If he finds himself beholden to GOP special interests and gets bogged down in a foreign policy quagmire, that might turn people against him.

If we can trust Giuliani's own words, he describes himself, in his book, as fairly direct (read: blunt) in matters of foreign policy. He's not a courtly Southern gentleman; he's all New Yawka'. I wonder if people are ready for a slightly milder version of John Bolton to step into the White House.

Anyway-- go, Rudy! Things are about to get more interesting.


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heh

One of the things I love about moderating comments is that I can filter out the cowards. No name? Sorry-- comment won't appear.

The deleted comment in question was about the previous "100 Below," in which this commenter took me to be joking about rape. To question the post is fine; to question it snottily is not.

It's a legitimate question, though, so I'll address it here.

To my anonymous coward: Wake up! There's a lot that's not funny in the world. Setting fire to someone's house, for instance, or shooting someone in the head, or eating a baby. I've probably written material along those lines on this blog more than once, and up to now, people with no sense of humor have seen fit not to send me any complaints by email, consistent with the Too Lazy or Cowardly to Email Law. Now that comments are back in place, the cyber-Gollums are back to skulking.

Taking a situation and making it ridiculous is one way to explore the un-PC. As I mentioned in my post about potentially racist remarks, context matters. How else can a comedian get away with telling the jokes he does?

The situation in the previous "100 Below" involved an alien. If I were simply going for human-on-human raunch, do you think I'd have taken that approach? Sorry, but there are some instances in which the shocking or the horrifying can also be funny. I laugh like a fool at prison rape jokes, for example, even though that shit is no laughing matter for a dude who's being reamed by twelve guys in the shower. In fact, I'll just go out on a limb and say that anything is potentially funny, no matter how grave the issue.

By my anonymous commenter's reckoning, I'd best avoid alien anal probe humor as well. Come to think of it, let's just not hurt anybody's feelings! Here's a flower.

I'd have more respect for this person if she had the guts to use a name.


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Monday, February 05, 2007

100 Below: Volume 28

"So what'd she say to that?" asked Jake.

"What?" said the alien.

"What'd she say to that?"

"She said, 'What?'"

"Ah, I gotcha."


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students drive me nuts

I've told my students to warn me about planned absences, so that I can mark them on my attendance sheet in advance, along with a note explaining the absence. Today, my 9:40am class went nuts as they rushed over to my attendance sheet to note a flurry of changes they hadn't bothered to warn me about before.

Grrrrrr.


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postal scrotum: Richardson's preguntas

Richardson writes:

Kevin,

I think you hit the nail in the scrotum with this:

"People who belong to a given tradition often find themselves in disagreement with parts of it, especially as they learn more about their tradition's history and doctrines."

That's me every Saturday in Church. It put me on shakey ground for a bit, until I decided that I'll beleive what I belive, and not worry about the rest.

As far as pluralism vs. ecumenism, is it perhaps acceptance vs. tolerance?

v/r,
Richardson

I love that image on your blog banner, by the way.

Waaaaaiiiiit a minute-- SATURDAY?? What the hell kind of Christian are you?

Pluralism comes in many forms, which makes it hard to pin down. Ecumenism also comes in many forms (the term "ecumenical" originally had-- and arguably still has-- a decidedly inter-Christian valence), which makes it equally hard to pin down. The short answer to your question is: "Generally speaking, yes. But the devil is in the details."


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Sunday, February 04, 2007

il faut payer le loyer

Rent is going up by W40,000 per month in my dorm. Lovely. Guess it's back to being a gigolo for ol' Uncle Kev.


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postal scrotum: Joe Seoulman's animal insights

Joe writes:

Kevin,

Hmmm. Homosexuality in animals, what horror! That makes me think of a funny story.

My father is a cowboy. He’s got about 300 cows or so. He’s also got a dozen or so horses, as any good cowboy would have. He also packs people into the mountains for hunting trips and whatnot. He’s got a horse that is half Clydesdale and he’s got a mule so that he can carry more stuff. He was in the market for another good quality mule when he decided that he'd try to breed his own.

One day, several years ago, he brought home a donkey to breed with one of his bigger mares. This donkey, Orville was his name, was quite large for a donkey. My father was dreaming of the great mules that Orville would sire with Vicky, the mare.

Orville was a very sweet donkey. He brayed in a friendly, welcoming way whenever a car would drive up to the ranch. My mother just loved Orville. She’d always bring him sugar cubes and scratch him behind his big ears. He was quite friendly.

There was a problem, though. Orville didn’t like the mares. He wanted nothing to do with any of them. He kept trying to mount the other boy horses (geldings). This infuriated my father. Orville had a new name. His new name, at least according to my father, was “That Goddamned Faggot Ass.”

As the years have passed, I now think that the fact that [my father] had a homosexual donkey was some sort of blow to his own cowboy manhood. (Almost as bad has me being a vegetarian for the ten years prior to moving to Korea).

True story.

Joe

The donkey that preferred Brokeback Mountin'. I don't see animal gayality as harmful or even special, but I can see how it might annoy farmers and cowpokes to no end. We humans can debate the significance and definition of concepts like marriage, but for people who handle animals, it's essential that the animals breed.

I wonder, though, how animal rightists might respond to my above claim. If animals have rights, should they be forced to breed?


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Ave, Charles!

I listened to this a few days ago, and you might have as well. If not, check out Charles's latest podcast for his series, Liminality Bites.


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on being from many traditions

A while back, the Maven asked if I would react to a couple posts she had written (see here first). The Maven's basic question, after she explained how she had moved from tradition to tradition, was: "Who should I be?" At that point, I didn't have much time to ponder the question, so I wrote her a brief emailed reply:

You ask some important questions, and of course, "Who are you!?" is among the first questions you hear when sitting across from the Zen master. Most people freeze because their minds start whirring. Learning how to answer the Zen master without hesitation when he asks that question-- ah, that's the trick. "Don't make anything," as the Korean monks say.*

I've mulled over a lengthier version of what I wrote above, but can't seem to think of anything. The Maven, however, wrote a followup post to which I might be able to provide a longer answer. In this post, she asked: "Can a 'Christian Pluralist' who is also not a 'Scriptural Literalist' remain in the Episcopalian faith? Isn't religious pluralism at the heart of ecumenism?"

I would say that pluralism is an attitude that cuts across religious boundaries, which means a person can belong to any specific tradition and still be a pluralist. Pluralism isn't a religion unto itself.

People who belong to a given tradition often find themselves in disagreement with parts of it, especially as they learn more about their tradition's history and doctrines. Such disagreement is natural. It's also subject to change: as we become older and more experienced, we often find ourselves dropping certain disagreements and picking up others to replace them. Reflective people do not have a blind faith, which is good: as theologian Paul Tillich noted, doubt needs to walk hand in hand with faith.

Whether religious pluralism lies at the heart of ecumenism is another matter. I think it's possible to have an ecumenical attitude-- one that welcomes and respects those of other traditions-- without necessarily being a pluralist. Evidence for my contention abounds: people who attend large ecumenical/interfaith events generally skew inclusivist, not pluralist. The Catholic Church hosts among the largest such events, and the Church's official stance since Vatican II has been one of inclusivism.

Any large religious tradition, even those that appear generally fundamentalist, will be host to a wide spectrum of beliefs and attitudes. The Southern Baptist Church comes to mind as an example. Southern Baptism is often associated with heedless religious conservatism, but you have only to meet a few thoughtful Baptists to realize that the situation is more complicated than that. The same goes for Islam, a religion of 1.3 billion people, not all of whom believe the same thing. Far from it!

So yes, it is eminently possible to be a non-literalistic Anglican pluralist. Long live variety!





*The line "Don't make anything" packs a lot into a tiny space, and probably needs to be unpacked. The line refers to what is the often-destructive tendency of the discursive intellect to carve the world into a whole host of dualistic categories, thereby "making" such things as good/evil, this/that, and so on. When the Zen master asks a direct question, such as "Who are you," he or she is expecting the student to answer in an unfettered manner that demonstrates the ability to act purely according to the dictates of the moment. "Don't make anything" is therefore in close association with another Korean Buddhist maxim: "Follow your situation."


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Saturday, February 03, 2007

Ave, Malcolm!

A few days ago, Malcolm Pollack, who is part of a small cluster of super-intelligent polymaths plotting world domination, wrote a post titled "The Love that Dare Not Bleat Its Name," which dealt in part with research on homosexuality in sheep, the possible consequences of such research for people, and how we should approach this kind of science.

I ended up copying Malcolm's fine post and using it for my Intensive 3 Reading class. It sparked furious debate among some of the students, which is exactly what I wanted. The students were, of course, restricted to speaking only in English, which pissed them off even more, but I was gleeful.

In language teaching, we talk about "extrinsic motivation" versus "intrinsic motivation." The latter is seen in students who study a language because they already have some built-in desire to do so. Perhaps they find the language beautiful; perhaps it comes naturally to them. Extrinsic motivation, however, is what's often needed to get most students producing decent utterances in the target language. In our case, the extrinsic motivation was: "I have an urgent point I need to make, and by God, you're going to hear it!" While my Level 3s are normally good talkers, last Tuesday was easily one of our best "talking days."

Thank you, Malcolm. I'll have you know that, when the class ended, the debate continued in Korean.


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I must be insane, but...

Comments have been re-enabled. Same method as before (hope you remember how it worked, 'cause ah cain't be bothered to 'splain). I'm making this announcement only this one time; if you miss it, then tough titties. I'm not changing the sidebar image that commands you to send emails instead of comments.

One last thing: comments from non-members of this blog (i.e., the earth's population, minus three people) will not see their comments immediately, as they must all await approval.

Enjoying please your beautiful new is comment.


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Ave, Maven!

The Maven sent me this link, "The Last Jedi Supper," which is cool but a little bit scary.


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he's BACK!

Resurrection is a fairly common feature of blogospheric existence, and Brian of Cathartidae is now back in action with a new blog. Welcome back, man!


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postal scrotum: on merit, race, etc.

Richardson writes:

Kevin,

I'd like to point out one element of society where merit rather than race is a far greater determinate of advancement; the military. It's not perfect, but it is vastly more equal than most Americans will ever realize.

V/R,
Richardson


Jelly writes:

Hi Kevin!

I was just reading your most recent post, and I felt like commenting. Alas, no comments - so I'm emailing.

I think maybe I don't understand what you're talking about. If I were to meet a black person who was articulate, I shouldn't describe them as such because it might be interpreted as racist? I don't get that. Just to be on the sure side, I looked up the definition of the word, and it's described as "expressing oneself readily, clearly, or effectively."

I've met a lot of people in my life, and I couldn't break it down into percentages, but it seems like I'm sadly unimpressed when I meet a soul who isn't able to express themselves readily. Or clearly. And, especially effectively. I've met a great many people who can't/won't talk, or can talk, and do - at length - yet without clarity or effectiveness. If I were to describe a white person as articulate - that's ok, but a black person - not so? I don't get it. If the person is articulate, can't I just say that - without being thought of as a racist? What if that person is inarticulate? Then I'm just judgemental?

I don't know what to say about Joe Biden's description of Barack Obama as being "clean." It's a strange adjective. However, I watched something on TV just tonight where Bono described himself as "hot." He then corrected himself, after hearing laughter from the audience, to say that he meant "hot" in the Irish sense. (I still don't know what he meant, but assume he wasn't reffering to himself as one hot piece of Irish ass - and he wasn't, initially anyways. He made a joke afterwards.) So Buddy's use of "clean," I don't know. "Articulate," however, I'll buy.

Paris Hilton? Shhhhessssh. You tied it in to your post,....but I don't see how one socialite's idiot comments (I mean seriously, what a fucking moron she is. Maybe she felt she hasn't been garnering enough of the Idiot Worldwide Vapid Press Media attention, so she needs to drop some N-Bombs. Fucking tool.) It's overt (because she'd an idiot) racism versus unintentional perhaps implied racism. And still - I'm not sure where the line is supposed to lie. Or why.

Kevin, no one is ever going to tell me I'm "almost Korean" because of my language ability. My Korean language skills suck. However, I've been told many times, "You are almost Korean" because of my love for Korean food. (My specific love of Korean food - ie. kimchi - old and strong - or various foods I love, where most foreigners hate.)

Is that racism?

~Jelly

Jelly wrote:

If I were to meet a black person who was articulate, I shouldn't describe them as such because it might be interpreted as racist? I don't get that.

I can't imagine myself having a conversation with anyone-- of any race-- and suddenly remarking, "You know, you're so articulate!" I suppose there are people out there who would take such a comment as sincere praise, but if I had lived the past thirty or so years of life being fairly articulate, I might be a bit surprised by someone's pointing that fact out to me, as if it were a startling discovery, something worth mentioning. By extension, making such a remark to other people after my interlocutor has left would feel equally gauche.

I focused on "He's so articulate" because that line is a frequent topic among black comedians, who in my opinon have done a good thing by raising awareness in the non-black public of how black folks view such a comment. The remark has a specific history in America that makes it grate on the African-American ear, and you'd think a liberal Democrat like Senator Biden would know better than to say what he said. As with so many things, context matters. Take the word "boy," for example-- a perfectly harmless word in most circumstances, but when it's spoken by a 15-year-old white kid to a sixty-year-old black man, that syllable suddenly carries with it centuries' worth of venom.

I tentatively agree that one can legitimately praise anyone for being articulate; such praise can, perhaps, occur in innocuous contexts. But in the specific case of Biden-Obama, I found myself cringing. As I mentioned, though, Biden offered a plausible explanation for his comment, so perhaps he has managed to spin himself out of the danger zone. The larger media-related issue is more complex than the specific issue I was dealing with in my previous post: if, say, the conservative pundits and media decide to pound Biden relentlessly for his remark, then they will only make themselves look small-minded and opportunistic, exploiting what may have been an honest slip in order to score points with their own political base.

Regarding being "almost Korean": yes, it's meant as a compliment, and I generally accept it as such. But it's a compliment rooted in a certain species of condescension. I suppose one could counterargue that all compliments betray some sort of condescension, but the philosophy of complimenting sounds like a post for another time. I'll have to let that one percolate before I can write a clean, articulate spiel about it.

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news and négritude

It's not easy being black.

Not being black myself, I can't say that I know this from personal experience, but recent cases brought to light at the Drudge Report highlight the fact that the US still has a long, long way to go when it comes to racism. I give us credit for being, at the very least, willing to engage in open (and often spirited) discussion about our problem, but honesty demands that I give us poor marks for our progress thus far.

While I'm not a fan of political correctness, I'm also not a fan of utterances like "He's so articulate!" when applied to black folks by white folks. It's a remark that betrays a demeaning condescension, surprise resulting from low expectations. In Korea, the equivalent of such an expression might be, "Wow, you speak Korean so well! You're almost Korean!"-- as applied to non-Korean expats by Koreans. Everyone will insist, when such a remark is made, that the speaker's intentions are good. I don't doubt this, but I also know that the speaker is voicing his own ignorance. Complimenting the foreign interlocutor's Korean ability is one thing; moving from that to "You're almost Korean!" is quite another.

Democrat Senator Joe Biden recently got himself into hot water for slipping into Patronizing Whiteness Mode when he praised presidential hopeful Barack Obama for, among other things, being "clean" and "articulate." Biden has been rightly ridiculed for his remarks, which smack of the down-home condescension so often associated with members of the GOP.

Also in the news is Paris Hilton, who was caught on video at a party, dancing badly with her sister and saying directly into a hand-held camera, "We're like two niggers!"

Biden has tried to rescue himself by saying that he meant "clean" in the sense of "upright" or "having integrity." This is plausible, though in my opinion improbable, especially when the word "clean" is placed in context with the rest of his sentence (lefties will, of course, note that President Bush also said Obama was "articulate").

Hilton, on the other hand, probably shouldn't even try to say anything in her own defense. Throwing her into a pit filled with starved, cocaine-jacked chihuahuas might make for a fitting end to the bitch, but I'd rather watch her suffer. I hope this video makes her persona non grata everywhere in the non-white world. Alas, I doubt that will happen, because money talks.

Being a half-Korean in Korea offers me a golden opportunity to witness and experience several types of racism, but I don't kid myself into thinking that my situation compares with what black Americans go through in their daily encounters with other races. People like Biden and Hilton stand as evidence that, if you're black and in the United States, the road ahead is all uphill.


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Friday, February 02, 2007

all bow down to "GRIND HOUSE"!

The most awesome movie trailer known to man! This blew my mind.

(must have QuickTime to view)


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toilet bastards

A-reum da-un saram-eun meomun-jari do areum-dapseumnida.

I see this sticker in the third-floor restroom of my place of work. It was slapped on the wall, at eye level with a person taking a shit. While I'm not exactly sure what a meomun-jari is (a place? a seat? a space of some sort?), I think the gist of that sentence, which dominates the sticker, is, "Beautiful people keep the places/spaces they use beautiful." (Email me with corrections and clarifications, please.)

Would that we all followed such advice. Alas, there are people who go into a toilet stall and piss while standing, splashing their putrid ichor all over the toilet bowl rim, even as far back as the plumbing where the flush handle is located. For those of us needing to give birth in a hurry, it is a literal pain in the ass to have to pause, grab some toilet paper, do what one can to wipe the toilet and surrounding floor down, and then do our evil business.

Yesterday, I sat down after having thoroughly cleaned such a disaster-- a combination of urine and cigarette ash. A few seconds after sitting down, however, I leaned forward to fire out a particularly juicy missile and felt something cold and wet against my back. Reaching behind me, I felt a nasty wet spot on my shirt.

Fuck. In my cleaning, I had missed a rather significant splash.

Curious to see the extent of the damage, I expended the rest of my ammo and went to the row of restroom sinks. I turned myself around and looked into the large mirror, trying to descry how big the wet spot was.

It was about two-thirds the size of my fist, and was sitting at exactly the wrong location: right over my ass crack (yes, I'm a slob who teaches in untucked shirts). It was the sort of punctuation mark that would be instantly misinterpreted by students and colleagues, and I silently cursed the fucker who had preceded me into that cubicle.

The only spot-removing solution I could think of was to go back to my desk, tug my shirt down as far as possible, and let the awesome heat of my immense ass dry the spot. Luckily, I had thirty minutes before the next class, so I was fairly sure that all would be well by the time I had to stand in front of students and use the blackboard.

Toilet bastards.

Fuck all y'all fuckaz who don't clean up after yourselves.


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Thursday, February 01, 2007

parental perversity

"If you want good grades, then open your mouth and take this Penid, boy."

If you want to know what this is all about, I suggest you head on over to the Nomad.


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fuck

It hurts just to look at this.


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Norknukes

Russia doesn't like North Korea's noo-kyuh-lur ambitions:

North Korea's nuclear weapons capability threatens Russian interests, Moscow's chief negotiator at international talks with Pyongyang said Wednesday, warning the country against carrying out another military test.

"Our interests are under threat," Alexander Losyukov was quoted as saying by Interfax news agency, also cautioning North Korea against a repeat of last October's atomic bomb test.

"I think a very negative reaction would follow another test and that tougher measures would probably be taken," he said.

Analysts said Losyukov's statement marked a hardening of the Russian position on North Korea ahead of February 8 talks in Beijing -- involving China, Japan, South and North Korea, Russia and the United States -- to try to persuade Pyongyang to give up its military nuclear programme.

According to Losyukov, "concrete" results are unlikely in Beijing, but "it could be possible to lay out quite precisely the route toward achieving them."

Reflecting the growing flurry of diplomatic activity ahead of next week's negotiations, Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov talked by telephone with his South Korean counterpart Song Min-Soon to discuss "resolving the nuclear problem on the Korean peninsula," Interfax reported.

South Korea's negotiator to the six-nation talks, Deputy Minister Chun Young-Woo, was due to meet with Losyukov in Moscow on Thursday to discuss a "road map" plan on the issue.

The last round of talks in China in December ended in deadlock after Pyongyang demanded the lifting of US sanctions imposed for alleged money laundering and counterfeiting.

The talks have continued intermittently since 2003, but gained new urgency when North Korea conducted its atomic test.

Viktor Kremenyuk, deputy director at the USA-Canada think tank, said that Losyukov's message indicated that Russia was cutting back on longtime diplomatic support for North Korea.

"Russia's position has shifted and that could help push North Korea into a deal. They will see that no one is fighting for them," he said.

Another analyst, Anatoly Dyakov, head of the Centre for Study of Disarmament, Energy, and Ecology, said that Russia was right to toughen its stance.

"If Korea continues its nuclear programme, that will push the region out of control. Japan will be next, then Taiwan, and so on. Russia and China are worried."

Earlier this week Losyukov expressed "cautious optimism," saying that "simply the agreement to hold a new round shows that encouraging signs have appeared regarding the movement of different participants' positions."

He repeated this Wednesday, adding that both North Korea and the United States, the two countries most at loggerheads, were "now coming out with the biggest optimism."

However he tempered this with warnings about the effect of negotiations dragging on for too long with too little result.

"I personally think that this (weapon) test very much complicated the situation in the region and set back the process of the six-sided talks. The result is that we lose time and the process of nuclearisation on the peninsula goes further."



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