About John McCrarey

Born and raised in southern California. My career exodus has taken me to Arizona, Oklahoma, Arkansas, South Carolina, Virginia, and Washington, DC. And as of 23 January 2005, Seoul, Korea. Married with 6 grown children (blended family). First grandchild is in the oven! I created this blog to document my adventures as an expat living and working in Korea. I'm also pretty confident that I will on occasion feel the need to express my views on current events and other matters I find of interest.

Ssanghwajom

What does that mean in English?  Hell if I know.  It’s the title of a Korean movie I recently watched.

What was it about?  Well, this street video wasn’t subtitled so my guess is as good as yours.

Here’s what I could surmise:  Seems the King has a squire or knight or whatever.  And he loves him.  Not like a brother, but as a lover.  The King aslo has a Queen (as in wife).  I think she was from China.

So, the King was expected to provide an heir.  Maybe under Chinese duress.  Again, without understanding the dialog, I’m kinda guessing.  But these “different” looking Asian guys showed up and started talking, and that talk was subtitled in Korean, so it had to be China, right?

Anyway, the King just can’t bring himself to do the deed with the Queen, so he gives the chore to his beloved squire.  And after a couple of fitful starts, it turns out that the King’s lover likes sex with a woman.  And yeah, of course they wind up falling in love.

The King gets kinda jealous over this turn of events, and mayhem breaks out, heads are offed, and the climatic scene has the King and his lover in an intense sword fight which concludes with both of them dead.

Sort of a Brokeback Mountain meets Camelot situation.

What surprised me was the rather graphic sexuality.  Not hard core of course, but comparable to the stuff you might get in a hotel room.  Or so I’ve (ahem) been told.

How graphic?  Well, the King and his lover did some deep tongue kissing and some simulated anal.  The scenes with the Queen were also pretty hot.  A bit much for me, but I’m an old fart.

Well, for not getting more than 5% of the spoken word, I think I followed the story pretty well.  And I was sufficiently entertained enough to watch the whole thing.

Even without a clue, I’ll give a solid 3 out of 5.  If I missed something significant, let me know.

End of season

Another season is done.  Pulled out a victory against Cke Mix, our sister team from Bless U, 23-13.

Next week is the first round of the playoffs.  Unfortuneately. I will be in the USA so here’s hoping the Blue Bulls are still alive when I return.

Tonight I also committed to play for the Rubbies next season.  Scott and Craig are returning to Canada, and I will be returning to my home bar, Dolce  Vita.  As I said tonight, I’m a Blue Bull through our victory in the tourney.  But I’m also looking forward to to being a Rubbie next year….

 Peace out.

Back from Busan

Well, I survived my first team MT (management training) trip.  I guess my general feeling is I’m getting too old for this sh*t.  Not that I didn’t have a good time, but I couldn’t take many weekends like this one and remain amongst the living.  So, here’s the story in 25 pictures:

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Started at Seoul Station at 1300.  The KTX to Busan is about a 3 hour ride.  Seung Youb overslept and missed the train.  Luckily, trains run every 30 minutes or so, so Koichi and Wan Jun waited for him and took the next train down.

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As always, we had a nice ride on the “Iron Silk-Road”, and at 300 km per hour, the miles (er, kilometers) just flew by.  To entertain ourselves during the journey, Craig taught us the game of Euchre.  I brought along some beef jerky and mixed nuts for snacks.  Scott brought a couple of quarts of beer, and when that ran out we ordered more from the train concessionaire.

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Tae Hun and Scott enjoying the ride.

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As were me and Craig.

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Did I mention we drank some beer along the way?

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We arrived at our destination, the beautiful port city of Busan.

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This is the promenade in front of Busan Station.  It was a fine, warm, sunny afternoon in Korea’s second city.  When the other team members arrived, we cabbed to the Commodore Hotel, dropped off our gear, and headed out to start our night.

Our evening activities centered around a local dart venue named Metro Bar.  The owner, Johnny Jung, graciously met us where our cab dropped us and escorted us to a nice restaurant near his bar.

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That’s Johnny on the far left.  On the menu: galbi, samgyapsal, soju, and beer.

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Tae Hun handled grill duties.

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After our meal was completed, it was off to Metro for what else, darts!  Metro has a nice set-up with four electronic boards and a token steel tip board for us die hards.

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Scott and Craig throwing a game…

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While Wan Jun shot some pool.

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The local darters were out throwing as well, and they made us all feel welcome.  Can’t beat that Busan hospitality…

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A live action shot of darts in progress.  I guess there’s a reason it isn’t much of a spectator sport.  Now, you may have noticed that all the photos inside Metro appear blurry and out of focus.  Well, funny thing is, that is just how things were beginning to appear through my eyes as well.  There was some serious drinking going on.  The boys were hitting the Jack Daniels really hard.  I stuck with beer because hard experience has taught me that Jack Daniels ain’t no friend of mine…

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The highlight of the night for me was participating in the doubles soft tip tourney.  I’m not much for that version of the game, but when in Busan do as the Busanonians do I suppose.  I drew Seung Youb as my partner.  Given our state of inebriation and my lack of familarity with the game, it was a struggle.  Somehow we managed to make it to the championship round where we met Johnny (the second ranked player in Busan) and his partner.  It was a see-saw battle, but in the end Seung Youb and I pulled out the victory and shared the W50,000 prize money.  The lovely lass pictured above was Wan Jun’s partner and we met them in the first round.  She throws as good as she looks and it took a minor miracle for us to eek out the win against them.

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Here’s Tae Hun, Seung Youb, and a local named Q, taking a breather and enjoying liquid refreshment between games.  Before the night at Metro was over, the Blue Bulls had consumed 3 bottles of Jack and more beer than I could count.  Plus two platters of chicken wings. 

After saying our goodnights at Metro, we cabbed back to the hotel.  Lacking the good sense to call it a night, we hit an after hours club across the street and had LOTS more beer and whiskey.  Butchered a few songs with Karaoke as well.  Things started getting a little crazy after that and the owner suggested that it was time for us to leave.  But what happens in Busan, stays in Busan, so the story will remain untold.

I stumbled into my rack a little after 0300 and slept the sleep of the dead.  Brain dead, no doubt.

We had a 1300 train to Seoul today, and I was up and around by 1100.  So, I decided to snap a few photos of my surroundings.

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This was the window covering in my room.  I thought it was pretty cool.

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The lobby at the Hotel Commodore.  What a nice place.  I enjoyed the very few hours I spent here and was quite comfortable.  Koichi is in the travel business and he got me a W48,000 rate.  I’m sure it would normally cost at least twice that.

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The hotel is beautiful on the outside as well, don’t you think?

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The view from my room.  Not to shabby, eh?  Busan is a beautiful city.  I’ve heard it compared to San Francisco of Rio de Janiero.  Not sure I would go that far, but I’ve always enjoyed spending time here.

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So, it was back to the train station.  They had this dragon out front.  Breathed smoke and everything.  And the tail and legs moved. 

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We all survived, none to worse for the wear.  L-R is Tae Hun, Seung Youb, Scott, Wan Jun, me, Koichi, and Craig.

Thanks for having me along guys!

Blue Bulls do Busan!

My dart team is taking its traditional “MT” to Busan today.  This is my first year with the team, so I’m not totally sure what to expect.

What’s an MT?  Good question, and one I asked myself.  Here’s the response I got:

In the world of Konglish, that means “Membership Training”.  It is commonly
used by students and company workers when they have a trip organized by
their school or company, which generally boils down to heading out of town
and partying for a couple of days.  It is amazing the acceptability of it
though.  If I told my [Korean] wife “Honey, I’m going down to Busan to play darts and
get smashed with my buddies” she would tell me to F-off, but when I say “We
have team MT this weekend” it all seems quite acceptable and normal. 

So there you have it.

Seven of us making the trip via KTX.  I’ll be back Sunday night with a full report.

A feel good moment…

This video is making the rounds of the internet today, so what the hell, I’ll share it with those of you who might have missed it…

UPDATE: A contrary opinion:

Not to be a grump, but am I the only one who finds this a little over-the-top and, frankly, a little condescending? Plenty of big-voiced PYTs sing their hearts out every week on American Idol (not to mention onstage in Broadway shows) without getting this kind of reaction. But Susan, because of her looks, because of the fact that people were snickering at her before she opened her mouth, becomes a sensation simply by being able to carry a tune. She has a decent voice, sure. But let’s not get carried away. She’s no LuPone, and her talent is only really shocking if you’ve already counted her out as a squawker on account of her granny hairdo and pre-fame Julia Roberts eyebrows. Once the element of surprise is gone, we’re all going to be stuck with the fact that she’s a capable, but by no means extraordinary singer. And is that really worth all the fuss?

Adam Markovitz in EW.com

A birthday bash

UPDATE: I changed the title on this post.  First time I had done that, but my previous effort struck me as cliche and well, stupid.  I’ve never liked those corny sayings and have no idea why I actually used one as a blog post title. 

Had a little birthday celebration for Dave New tonight at Dolce Vita.  I had a telecon back to the USA tonight at 9, so my party was unfortunately rather limited.  Did manage to get in some darts, eat some food, and take some photos.  Oh yeah, I had a beer or two as well…

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The scene of the crime, Dolce Vita Pub…

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I was one of the first to arrive so I got to watch the preparations for the festivaties…

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Just in case some interloper with the same birthdate appeared, this party was specifically designated for Dave…

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Evidence of Dolce dominance in the dart league amongst the balloons, our Championship banners.  In the background, you might observe some of Dave’s outstanding camera work on display.  I’ve linked him before, but check out his Flickr site if you haven’t done so recently…

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Tom and his lovely wife Youlee…

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Margaret and her boyfriend…hey, wait a minute.  What the hell????

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Ok, that’s more like it…Margaret and her main squeeze Matt

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Me and the other John from the UK

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Finally….a pic of the birthday boy with a lovely Korean lass…

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Oh yeah, there was food too!

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Our hostess for the evening, Dolce owner YJ

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COL Dan: A fine darter, good guy, and a great American.  And I’m not just saying that because he’ll be my boss for the next couple of weeks.

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Teammate Seung Youb made an appearance…

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As did another teammate, Ali…

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Amy was our waitress and did her usual fine job.  Haelee was tending bar, but she is camera shy…

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John challenged me to a friendly game of darts…

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But he wasn’t too friendly, defeating me despite my near perfect form…

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A final pose with the now near elderly Dave and I was off for home and my teleconference.  Damn, I hate it when work intrudes on a good time.  Luckily, that usually only happens Monday-Friday.  Er, well, I guess that’s not so lucky after all.  I’m not complaining, the afterhours stuff to accomodate the folks back in D.C. occurs rather infrequently.  And my Uncle Sam takes pretty good care of me.  I just wish he’d keep his hands out of my wallet!

Cheers!

60’s A-Go-Go

Speaking of nostalgia (as I more or less did in my previous post, albeit somewhat facetiously), who remember’s the 1960’s?  Of course, as the old saw goes, if you remember the 60’s, you missed the 60’s.  I remember.  Although the early 70’s are a little blurry.

Anyway, here’s a pretty cool commercial from back in the day.  We need to get a little more upbeat here at LTG, doncha think?

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Hat Tip: James Lileks

Tax bite

Or should I say taxes bite.  Yes, I met my obligations as a citizen today and filed my taxes.  In addition to the sizable chunk I contribute each payday, Uncle Sam asked me for another four grand.  Although it looks like I will be getting an ownership interest in GM (Government Motors) as part of the deal.

Looking at the bright side, I expect that in coming years I will look back nostalgicly at 2008 and remember the good ol’ days when taxes were comparatively low. 

Hope and change.  I just hope I won’t be nickled and dimed to death.  I’m bound to be disappointed. 

Find the cost of freedom…

Find the cost of freedom

Buried in the ground

Mother earth will swallow you

Lay your body down

              –Stephen Stills

That’s from an old CS&N anti-war ditty.  For some reason it came to mind this morning after reading this story.  The story reminded me of what’s at stake if we lack the will to defend Western values.  A chilling vision of what life will be like under the thumb of our Islamic overlords:

The head of the U.N. Children’s Fund has expressed concern over a Saudi judge’s refusal for a second time to annul a marriage between an 8-year-old girl and a 47-year-old man.

The most recent ruling, in which the judge upheld his original verdict, was handed down Saturday in the Saudi city of Onaiza, where late last year the same judge rejected a petition from the girl’s mother, seeking a divorce for her daughter.

The girl’s father, according to the lawyer, arranged the marriage in order to settle his debts with the man, who is a close friend of his. At the time of the initial verdict, the judge required the girl’s husband to sign a pledge that he would not have sex with her until she reaches puberty, al-Jutaili told CNN. The judge ruled that when the girl reaches puberty, she will have the right to request a divorce by filing a petition with the court, the lawyer said.

“It is incorrect to say that it’s not permitted to marry off girls who are 15 and younger,” Sheikh Abdul Aziz Al-Sheikh, the kingdom’s grand mufti, said in remarks last January, according to the regional Al-Hayat newspaper. “A girl aged 10 or 12 can be married. Those who think she’s too young are wrong, and they are being unfair to her.”

“We hear a lot in the media about the marriage of underage girls,” he said, according to the newspaper. “We should know that sharia law has not brought injustice to women.”

Does anyone truly believe that we can co-exist in a world dominated by Islam?  Already former bulwarks of freedom and liberty like Great Britain and Canada are cowtowing to their Islamic minorities, including considering allowing imposition of sharia law withn the muslim communities.  Make no mistake, Islamic domination of the world is the stated goal of our adversaries.  They have made no secret of this.  The hate us for our so-called decadence, but what they mean is that they despise our freedom.

We say that we are engaged in a Global War on Terror (or used to pre-Obama).  But this is really a clash of civilizations.  The question is do we still have the will to defend the values we hold most dear?

Truer words were never spoken and we forget them at our peril:

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace– but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

–Patrick Henry

 

Hat Tip: Althouse

Walkin’ around Itaewon

It’s not news that I spend a fair amount of my time hanging around in Itaewon.  Although lately, it is just a couple of my bar hangouts and favorite restaurants.  Things are changing pretty fast, with upscale restuarants moving in and sleazy juicy bars shutting down.  That’s a change for the better in my opinion.

Anyway, I was cleaning up some of my photo files and found some pictures I took last year when I was out and about in daylight (which is unusual for me).  Quality is poor (I can tell a big difference with my new Samsung camera).  So far better or worse, here they are:

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There are several dress store selling bizarre fashions like these.  Who the hell buys them?  I have never seen anyone actually wearing anything similiar.  One of those great unsolved mysteries I suppose.

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Shoes galore.  I’ve actually never bought shoes on the economy as the PX has served my purposes just fine.  I’ve been considering getting a pair of custom shoes made however.  Next time I’m out in the daytime hours perhaps.

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A particularly crappy photo, even by my low standards.  Manila Bar is a place I visit on a semi-regular basis.  As the name suggests, it is owned by a very nice Filipino couple, Teddy and Jovie.  Teddy plays guitar and piano and is a fine singer as well.  They also do Karaoke and it is in this bar that I became (in)famous for my rendition of the Marty Robbins classic “El Paso”.

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A bag lady’s paradise for sure.

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This is the alley that leads from Dolce Vita Pub/Bless U Pub to the aforementioned Manila Bar.  It’s more foreboding at night, but really there is no danger.  One of the most amazing things about Seoul is the low rate of crime and street violence. This is also one of the 3 alleys from which 3 Alley Pub draws its name.  I don’t get out to 3 Alley Pub that much, and when I do it is generally for the food.  Their German goulash is outstanding and they have about the best wings I’ve found in Korea.  Well, Western-style wings anyway.

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Continental Custom Tailor is where I get my suits made.  Don’t pay the quoted price, you have to bargain with the guy.  He’ll usually come down W50,000 or so, but I imagine I’m still paying a waeguk premium.

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They opened a Hard Rock Cafe a year or so ago.  I’ve never been in the restaurant though.  For the past few weeks its been closed due to “electrical problems”.  I suspect it is probably an economic problem though.  The gift shop is still open for those wishing to purchase overpriced souvieneers.

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You can also find many shops selling tourist trinkets like these.

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More funky dresses.  These stores are everywhere, so they must have a market.

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One of the newer restuarants in town.  Nice to sit outside when the weather is nice and people gaze.  Foods not bad either.

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What can I say?  One of the more interesting names for a woman’s fashion outlet I’ve seen.

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Street scene taken in front of the Cheil Building.  This is right up the street from my house.  The Seoul Tower and Hyatt Hotel are nice landmarks to find your way back home.  When I drive in Seoul I try to stay within sight of the tower so I don’t get lost.

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Korea is renowned for being “wired”.  Somehow I don’t think this is what they mean.  Taken in the alley behind my apartment.

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Finally, this is the little store near my residence.  It’s where I buy my smokes and late night snacks.  The ajumma who runs the place is very kind and even helps me with my Korean.  Well, she taught me to say “dulgae Ultra chuseyo” anyway.  Beats holding up two fingers and pointing, right?

Ok, well I hoped you enjoyed this virtual tour of Itaewon.  I know, I know.  You wanted to see the famous prostitution bars, transgender clubs, and gay hill, right?  Hmmm, if I ever get the courage maybe I’ll take some for you.  Probably not though.  Maybe I’ll do the dart league venues instead.  Fair enough?

Spanked

Well, Guzzlers from Geckos took us down tonight 21-16.  I guess you’d call that a spanking.  I managed a 7-5 showing, but it coulda, shoulda been 10-2.  Well, that’s the way the dart flies sometimes. 

Let me introduce you to the Blue Bulls from Bless U PUb:

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L to R: Scott, Seung Youb, Koichi, Yours Truly, and Ali.

We win, we lose, we have fun.  That’s what it’s all about.

Dinner in Insa-dong

Ventured out to Insa-dong last night to visit a nice little restaurant I discovered last year.

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The Youngbin Garden is tucked away down the first alley on the right as you enter Insa-dong from Jong-no.

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Pretty much standard fare for a Korean restuarant.  I had the pork galbi.

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What makes the place different is the set up.  They have a nice garden patio surrounded by private dining rooms.

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But with the weather as nice as it is, it is much more pleasant to eat under the stars on the patio, like these waeguks at the next table.

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Of course, dinner is served with all the traditional side dishes I have come to know and love.

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And as a special treat, a nice big bowl of dongdongju (rice wine).

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Ah, meat’s on the fire.  Can’t you almost taste how good it’s gonna be?

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Just about ready for the shears, wrapping in lettuce leaves, and filling that empty place in the gut.

Alas, no more photos as I was too busy consuming that Korean goodness.

Next time you are in Insa-dong, give Youngbin Garden a try.  It has the LTG seal of approval.

Please Teach Me English

Another night, another Korean movie.  This time it was Please Teach Me English.  This film was as sweet as cottoncandy, and just about as nourishing.  I tried really hard to like this movie, and it did have it’s moments.  But at the end I was disappointed.  I just didn’t care about any of the characters.  It was hollow, empty, and devoid of charm.  About the only thing I found mildly of interest was the Korean take on the whole “I gotta learn English” thing.  Everyone in the class had their own reason for being there, but given the choice none of them would have been.  I also thought the waeguks (foriegners) were portrayed with all the typical stereotypes on overdrive, which means unsympathetically.  Again, I wanted this movie to be better and it could have been as the concept was a good one.  Ah well, I will reward its potential by giving it a 3 out of 5.

I also watched Renee Zellweger in New in Town.  Bleah.  Totally predicatable Hollywood fluff.  It failed to even entertain, which to my reckoning is a pretty significant failure in a movie.  Cornball to the extreme and a total waste of time.  It sucked and was a total waste of time.  A solid 1.