
Nowon, Seoul
Forget about pretzels and beer for this war--
I'm not really writing much lately. It's one of those strange situations where you know that the big story is Iraq and since you're not a part of it, you feel excluded. But the Gulf War has so far turned out to be less than shocking or awe-inspiring (though someone on an email list that I subscribe to found out an interesting reason why they may have chosen the words, "shock and awe". See this website on the meaning of the Hebrew term, "Shekinaw").
Do journalists on CNN really have to travel with the troops if all they are going to do is report the equivalent of a U.S. Army press release anyway? I thought that was what fax machines were for. Watching the tube, the bombs just aren't as big as they said they would be, and now the Tomahawk missiles have been suspended. Stories about thousand-strong Iraqi tank columns appear and then disappear before you get a chance to find out what happened. Comparing stats and figures from media sources across the world and you quickly realize that nobody is telling the truth-- so why bother following it? I just turned off the T.V. From the looks of it, this war is going to drag on for months and maybe years-- I'm sure it will still be there when I go back to watching.
Again with the Eastern Front
Locally things are subdued in regard to the impending war in Korea. Another newspaper story came out back home but this time I didn't have to write anything. A friend of mine who's starting work there interviewed me instead. North Korea still fears it's next, after Iraq, but Maurice Strong, the venerable-yet-intrepid Canadian/United Nations diplomat has returned from Pyongyang says that the North doesn't really want a war. In fact, they may be downright fearful of war, according to the NY Times.
I also figure that I am going to have to learn how to be a better and more interesting writer. Everyone is talking about Gulf War blogs these days and I know that the same thing is slowly happening here. My hit count has doubled since North Korea began chunking out plutonium. In anticipation of new readers, maybe I should change the format of the blog somehow. Maybe I should give it a makeover or give myself a makeover. Maybe I should sensationalize things more *smirk*. Maybe I should change my name to something like "Wolf" or "Dirk". It's times like these that I ask myself-- what would CNN do?
A couple of strange stories have popped up lately. In a benignly weird way, Seoul is urging Washington to be bolder in their approach to the North. The Roh flip flop has become a violent and hawkish thrashing upon the political floor. Meanwhile in Pyongyang... Roh's red-blooded and red-spirited counterpart, the elusive Kim Il Jong, has disappeared! Let's just hope he's easier to track down than Osama Bin Laden or else the bold approach will die on the vine and this mess will never get straightened out.
Mother Nature's Shock and Awe
This is how I know that I haven't been writing much lately. It's almost a week ago that there was an earthquake centred near Mokdo which registered 4.9 on the Richter scale. I tagged that story to blog about later because this might actually be my very first earthquake experience. It occurred at 5:38am but me, being a nighthawkish lad, felt it. Now it was hardly anything to worry about-- it had the intensity of someone giving my desk a bit of a nudge. It lasted just a few seconds-- long enough for me to be satisfied that it wasn't some North Korean artillery shot. I wondered to myself if indeed it was an earthquake and sure enough, the papers carried the story the next day. Cool! The closest I have been to experiencing an earthquake was about 20 years ago when a tiny one hit New Brunswick. I was living in Nova Scotia at the time, just out of range for the vibrations, but my grandmother's house has a narrow crack in the plaster on the staircase to this day.
Please send more news...
In a perfect world, I'd be able to point out more stories like the discovery of identical stone-age settlements in South Korea and Russia. The story is really short and I can't find any other mention to it anywhere on the net. I just wanted to blog about it because I'm really interested in this and it's the first non-political thing I've seen in the news for months that was worth mentioning for me. Please send more stories like this one.
At school
So there is my belated post from last week. In personal news there's not a lot. I still don't have my gas range installed and people are no longer even certain where it is. School is going alright but I am getting a heavier classload for April while my middle school classes are dropping in half (to be replaced with a new crop of screaming elementary school brats). There first couple weeks of this schedule will teeter between tolerable and annoying.
Then at the end of the month to break the monotony, our school is planning it's annual Membership Training (M.T.) to Kangwon-do. This time I can look forward to it better since I am now a veteran at the school and know what I can expect. (Of all our staff, only one teacher has been at the school longer than I have, by a month, but he didn't attend the M.T. last year.) Last year I fretted about travelling with almost-strangers, across the country for an all-weekend drinking binge when I knew darn well that I was being kept out of the loop on everything. This year I know what to expect and can look forward to some beautiful coastline, underdeveloped countryside, fresh tofu, and more seafood than you can humanly eat. It should be fun.
-- finally, back to beer.
Remember my joy last month to discover Molson Canadian being sold at bars in Seoul? (I know, three years ago you wouldn't even catch me taking a leak in a bottle of that stuff-- what with my deathgrip on Oland's Schooner and all). Now it turns out that Molson is being sold in the newly renovated and improved Sabe Jone (Save Zone) next door! It's only 4 bucks CAD a bottle too and since the value of the Won is too low to consider sending money home for savings...








