Excuses By the Truckload

From my calculations, it has been too long since I posted. I have a few reasons and a few excuses. Well, when I really think about it, all of them are excuses. Excuse number one: I’m poor right now (duh, most 20 somethings are…) Excuse number two: I’m tired when I get home from work (duh, most people who work are…) Excuse number three: there’s nothing to write about (um, I’m just lying at this point).

I forget sometimes that the everyday foods that I eat are not normal to everyone. Somehow things like the red bean paste pastry I get for a snack in between classes, or the dokboki I get when late night hunger strikes, or the seaweed salad that I chow down on when everyone else is eating barbeque, have all become simply commonplace. So now that I’m equipped with my camera (it finally came in the mail!), no common or not-so-common food is safe. Continue reading


Much More Than A Metro System

There are plenty of things I’d expect in a subway tunnel. Magazine stand. Check. Maybe a food vendor. Sure. An entire shopping mall in between two subways stops? Well, I guess I’ll let it slide seeing as there isn’t that much space. But having the entrance to a grocery store right by the exit of a subway? A bit strange, no? I’ll take it nonetheless.

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Unit 4, Lesson 3: What You Did This Weekend

Well folks, let’s all gather ‘round for a sit down. I’ll tell you a story. It starts off like this (since I spend so much time with children, I figured I’d mimic their style):

One upon a time, a boy moved to Seoul. Don’t stop me if you think you’ve heard this before. I’m sure you haven’t. He moved into an apartment only five-ish minutes from his work – where he taught sweet little Korean children how to talk about antibiotics, earthquakes, and the explorer Amundsen. Sometimes they listened. Some times they didn’t. But they were always getting the rights answers.

On his first weekend – in celebration for completing the first week at school – he went exploring Seoul. To places with strange names like Hongdae and Sinchon and Itaewon. Always, though, equipped with his camera. Well. Actually he left his camera sitting in an apartment in Brooklyn next to bottles of beer and books he lent his best friend. This camera was one of his friend’s in Seoul. They went to university together back in the states.

He took pictures of what they drank and ate. Like this.

Then this.

And this.

And took other pictures of things he’d never seen before.

Or things that he thought were pretty.

Or food that he ate in mall food courts (yup folks, that’s right. He ate in a food court. But this isn’t any McDonald’s, unless they now serve bibimbap…)

On the last night of his weekend, he went to a bar that his university friend knew about. It was situated on a hill that they had to walk up, together. They were both hungry for foods. But instead they had a nice drink and took in the sunset over Namsan. Then they got food from a restaurant that is open 24 hours a day.

Overall, it was a good week (filled with walking, exploring, drinking sangria, coffee, and trying new foods ) and great weekend.

Ps. I’d give a recipe of some of these things, but honestly… I have no idea what’s in half of them. I only just recently found out that one of the dishes was anchovies. Pickled. Whole. That’s right. I ate whole fish. Bones, eyes, gills and all. Oh Asia. Oh Asia.

Stoves at every table!

It has officially been a week since I landed in Asia but at this point, it feels like a year. Already when I walk down the street, I scoff at the other foreigners and try to avoid people speaking English. I haven’t been in an American store yet (save the McDonalds I went in for some soft-serve ice cream… no judging!) and I’ve been eating Korean food nonstop (again, except for that damn soft-serve ice cream. It had to be done. It just looked so cold and refreshing.) Continue reading

The Pun Friendly Town; A Change

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted, but people, I’ve got a good reason. Want to hear it? I moved to Seoul, Korea.

No joking around, I moved to the country with easiest punability in the world: Korea’s got Seoul. I think that actually might be an Urban Outfitters t-shirt. If it’s not, then I claim copyright on that and hopefully I’ll become rich off of it so I can start my own CSA. That’s right, I’ve got dreams too.

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