<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880</id><updated>2011-09-13T23:36:37.816+09:00</updated><category term='reading'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='memories'/><category term='korea'/><category term='academy'/><category term='rachel'/><category term='seoul'/><category term='books'/><category term='family'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='living in korea'/><category term='rant'/><category term='emily'/><title type='text'>WANDERCHOMP - Korea</title><subtitle type='html'>Our family's adventures living abroad.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-8382746799282128552</id><published>2010-12-17T05:50:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T05:54:19.122+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Korea</title><content type='html'>So I guess it's about time I returned to the Pen, right? It doesn't really feel like two years.. Good Lord, two years. Two &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;. Yeesh. I can't wait to see my girls, and I also can't wait to see my buds. If anyone over in K-world still reads this blog, well, I can't wait to see you again, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-8382746799282128552?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8382746799282128552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=8382746799282128552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8382746799282128552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8382746799282128552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2010/12/return-to-korea.html' title='Return to Korea'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-1529697573011639578</id><published>2010-01-19T11:30:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:52:58.299+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter: Big in Korea</title><content type='html'>So my oldest, Emily, has been doing a few modeling gigs over in Apgujeong; the wife finally got around to sending me a few of the pics. Now I am fully aware that I am biased, and that pretty much any blond-haired/blue-eyed kid is going to get lots of attention in Korea, but I still think that is one cute kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/S1Ud0QjY99I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1EU7O3nzKKM/s1600-h/emily3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/S1Ud0QjY99I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1EU7O3nzKKM/s400/emily3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428277709498808274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/S1Ud0IzGzyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1N4pINrxZtA/s1600-h/emily1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/S1Ud0IzGzyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1N4pINrxZtA/s400/emily1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428277707417243426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/S1UdyqA-YQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/a5tSFYYJJD0/s1600-h/emily2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/S1UdyqA-YQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/a5tSFYYJJD0/s400/emily2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428277681974042882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-1529697573011639578?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1529697573011639578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=1529697573011639578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/1529697573011639578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/1529697573011639578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-daughter-big-in-korea.html' title='My Daughter: Big in Korea'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/S1Ud0QjY99I/AAAAAAAAAFY/1EU7O3nzKKM/s72-c/emily3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-601670383323622174</id><published>2009-09-06T03:03:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:30:06.144+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the CONUS</title><content type='html'>Hola, amigos. Yes, I'm still alive; I haven't had as much internet time as I'd like over the last few months, what with the police academy and everything.. and what little nerd-time I do have goes to skypin' with the Wife, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1v0aj5TNUos"&gt;Boo&lt;/a&gt;, and the new Bean that I still have yet to meet. I still miss them, but that pain usually fades to a dull roar that you just get used after awhile, until you see a toddler at the In-N-Out or you hold a friend's baby and you bawl like a baby.. but I digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I guess I can't really digress because this is kind of just a ramble, right? I'm no wordsmith like &lt;a href="http://tuesdaysborrower.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt; over there, I just kind of throw words up there and we see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo yeah, the academy. Hoo-boy. It's actually been really awesome. I mean it's been really tough and much harder than I could ever have imagined, but it's been good for me. I'm only about halfway through, but I've already learned so much, particularly about myself. If I had to a choose a single word, I'd say that it's been humbling.. and I am a man who needed some humbling. Heck I probably still do, but it's not as bitter as it was at first. And soon we get to start the fun stuff! You know, shootin' the guns and learning to drive the cars with the skidding and the spinning and the ramming of other cars. Up until now it's mostly been classes on law and probable cause and search &amp; seizure and such; I'd never really appreciated just how complicated this job is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I warned you. Rambletown, population: me. So hey, also, I'm in the best shape of my life, so that's another benefit of this experience. I'm down about 70 pounds from my chubbiest, which was about two years ago. I can run like a gazelle and scale 8 foot walls and oh hell I miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-601670383323622174?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/601670383323622174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=601670383323622174' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/601670383323622174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/601670383323622174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/09/greetings-from-conus.html' title='Greetings from the CONUS'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-671179246700074110</id><published>2009-06-17T00:52:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:59:49.473+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>Spawn/Life Update</title><content type='html'>Rachel's doing great; she's been on room oxygen for a few days and is now eating on her own. She's putting on weight and getting feisty; she wants outta that incubator. Too bad kid, you've got a few more weeks in there. Kim's doing well; she had her stitches out yesterday and is now back at home with Emily. She can drive and do everything except pick the kid up, so she will be taking showers with mommy for a few weeks instead of her normal baths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I start the academy in two days. Large, angry men will be yelling at me for the next six months. Right now I'm feeling eagerness spiked with dread, if that makes any sense. I've sacrificed so much to get here, and now it's time to find out if I can live up to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-671179246700074110?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/671179246700074110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=671179246700074110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/671179246700074110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/671179246700074110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/06/spawnlife-update.html' title='Spawn/Life Update'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-8119160144319145610</id><published>2009-06-05T00:38:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:48:54.361+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel is born!</title><content type='html'>Rachel Anna Forni decided that she was done with waiting, so she was born at 14:02 at Severance Hospital in Seoul. She is 32cm long, weighs 1.8 kilos, and is a bit premature at 32 weeks, but she's doing very well. Mother and baby are resting comfortably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SifsiUZyJnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yYJ_pzfbKcc/s1600-h/Rachel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SifsiUZyJnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yYJ_pzfbKcc/s400/Rachel1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343499557234943602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-8119160144319145610?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8119160144319145610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=8119160144319145610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8119160144319145610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8119160144319145610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/06/rachel-is-born.html' title='Rachel is born!'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SifsiUZyJnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yYJ_pzfbKcc/s72-c/Rachel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-1460814577845550720</id><published>2009-06-01T01:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:08:40.389+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Adventure: Second Season</title><content type='html'>Kim's still doing fine, and the baby is still hanging out in wombtown. Given the circumstances, we've decided to rescind her resignation, and her employer has tentatively agreed. They didn't want her to leave in the first place, and they're also aware that we weren't leaving because we didn't like Korea or the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's good news and bad news. Good news because it resolves the healthcare issue, saves us some money, and keeps her very secure job during a shaky economy. Bad news because I will not be able to see my family until December, at the earliest. It's already been five months, so I've kind of gotten used to it, I guess. Still sucks, but I don't see that we have much choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-1460814577845550720?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1460814577845550720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=1460814577845550720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/1460814577845550720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/1460814577845550720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-guess-this-adventure-is-going-to.html' title='Korean Adventure: Second Season'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-6403392871941106677</id><published>2009-05-31T04:02:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:46:24.681+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Korea retains her grip..</title><content type='html'>Life continues to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;, in the Chinese sense, for my family. At 31 weeks, Kim's water has broken, and she's now at Severance Hospital in Seodaemun-gu. They have her on antibiotics with the intention of trying to keep the baby in there for as long as possible. 31 weeks isn't the worst prognosis in the world for a premature birth, but of course the closer to term we can get, the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing on this really sucks. I start the Police Academy next week, so there is no time for me to fly out there. Since the wife just quit her job, I can't quit mine or even postpone it, because we need the income. She cannot come back to the US on our original schedule; she sure as hell can't fly in her condition, and once the kid is born she's going to need months before she can fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to talk to her boss about retracting her resignation, which I think is about the only option we have; otherwise she's stuck in Korea without an official reason to be there. That plus I don't even want to know what my new job's health insurance would say about a situation like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm not going to be able to see them for almost nine more months! The academy is 26 weeks long, after which I start the field training program; using vacation time is absolutely out of the question during that entire period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, our friends hare really stepped up for us; they are taking care of Emily, and they're also covering Kim during her stay at the hospital (in a Korean hospital, family and friends are expected to help out). These people are our family now, as far as I'm concerned. Thanksgiving, Christmas, the whole bit; we can even argue politics if they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-6403392871941106677?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6403392871941106677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=6403392871941106677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/6403392871941106677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/6403392871941106677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-my-wife-is-at-severance-hospital.html' title='Korea retains her grip..'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-3699191729343487945</id><published>2009-05-22T03:50:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:03:44.072+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Car ownership in Seoul</title><content type='html'>Just posting this on the extremely off-chance that anyone actually wants to buy a car in Seoul; driving in Korea is definitely an.. interesting experience. Parking, even more so. Anyway, pictured is our 1997 Hyundai Sonata III, a spectacular bargain at $2000, or equivalent Won. Everything works and stuff, plus car maintenance (and insurance) in Korea is ridiculously cheap. If you're interested, lemme know. If not, I don't really blame you! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/ShWlgRn3GTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vDIPSG9uXI4/s1600-h/tess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/ShWlgRn3GTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vDIPSG9uXI4/s400/tess1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338354907222579506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-3699191729343487945?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3699191729343487945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=3699191729343487945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/3699191729343487945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/3699191729343487945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/05/car-ownership-in-seoul.html' title='Car ownership in Seoul'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/ShWlgRn3GTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vDIPSG9uXI4/s72-c/tess1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-8438497918344619168</id><published>2009-05-11T08:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:11:17.854+09:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: The rest of my life</title><content type='html'>Uh, welp.. it turns out that I jumped the gun a bit on the whole "didn't score the cop gig" thing. It turns out that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; get selected, after all. I can't believe that I'm being given a second chance at my dream, and I hope that I will prove worthy of it. The academy starts in a few weeks, and I've got a lot to get done to prepare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and Emily are still in Seoul; she has put in her notice with her current employer and will be coming back to the US in June. Because of the timing, I will not be returning to Korea. I'm bummed that I won't get to see some of you guys again, but that's kind of the nature of expat friendships I guess. Depending on who you are, we may only have met once or twice, but you have all made an impression on me, and I will miss you. You are beautiful, fascinating people, and I am glad to have known you, however briefly. I also hope you'll look us up if you're ever in Las Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only spent about 5 months in Korea, but in even that short time it grabbed a piece of me and didn't let go. It was my first expat experience, and even that brief time really opened my eyes to the vast diversity of the human condition. Living in a country like ours, it's easy for Americans like me to subconsciously assume that everyone's culture follows the Western model. If I had to pick just one country to prove that conceit wrong, well, Korea would be the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a spectacular challenge to my preconceptions Korea turned out to be. Certainly there are cultures more foreign to the Western mindset, but I cannot think of any place that mixes Western culture with their own in such a unique way. There's just enough in there that's familiar to really throw you for a loop at what's emphatically &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; familiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the US with a new outlook on everything that I take for granted here, and I sincerely believe that everyone should live abroad if ever given the opportunity. The experience just gives you so much, makes you such a larger person. Of course we've all heard people say that, but you can't really understand it unless you've done it. Anyone reading this who has considered living abroad, whether in Korea or elsewhere: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do it&lt;/span&gt;. Do it right now. It is an adventure that you will never, ever regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea is by no means an "easy" place for an expat, but if you meet and embrace that challenge you will come out of the experience with a spirit enriched in ways too numerous to mention. Korea will always be a part of me, and I will always be a part of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Garrett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-8438497918344619168?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8438497918344619168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=8438497918344619168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8438497918344619168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8438497918344619168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/05/regarding-cop-thing.html' title='RE: The rest of my life'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-2755380963519041006</id><published>2009-03-09T03:17:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T03:30:11.553+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seoul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korea'/><title type='text'>Return to K-World</title><content type='html'>Welp, it didn't work out. I always had mixed feelings about this move, anyway, so it's not really all that bad. On the downside, I don't get to do this cop thing that I'd been dreaming about for a long time.. but there's an upside as well. Being a copper is not exactly conducive to a good family life, and having already been through part of one police academy, I've already had a taste of that. The cops I've met here all thought I was crazy to give up semi-retirement in Korea to come back here and work a beat, but it was something that I had to at least try again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course part of this is me just trying to feel better about not getting the job; I'm not really accustomed to failure, and I guess I feel the need to rationalize it. I can always take comfort in the fact that I got in once before, that I did meet that standard.. but now it's time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got some final business to wrap up here in the States and then I'm back on a plane for K-World. I miss you guys, I miss my family; hell, I even miss Korea. Now if I can just find my T-money card..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-2755380963519041006?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2755380963519041006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=2755380963519041006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/2755380963519041006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/2755380963519041006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/return-to-k-world.html' title='Return to K-World'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-5001612589848317566</id><published>2009-02-28T01:16:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:32:46.844+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I miss my family</title><content type='html'>Coming up on month two back in the States; I'm several steps further along in the selection process here, so that's a good thing I suppose. If I sound ambivalent, it's because I am.. I miss my wife and daughter desperately. This is the longest I've ever been away from them, and it's complete torture. I honestly don't know how military families do this, sometimes for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;.. if anything has ever taught me to appreciate the sacrifices they make, it's this experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I was never really that close to anyone; I won't say that my family was cold, but we are rather distant. I always saw that as a strength, but in later years I began to despair of ever really having a meaningful connection with anyone. When I met and married my wife, I knew that I loved her, but I was never really sure if it went beyond the rather vague feelings that I have for the rest of my people. It felt like more, but was it really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Emily was born, my universe exploded, and I had no more doubts on that score.. but I still never really appreciated just how critical those two people are to me, until I had to be away from them like this. I am literally heartsick, which is something I have never really experienced before. I do not care for it, and I almost find myself hoping that I will fail out of testing just so that I can fly home to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am successful in my current endeavor, it's going to be another &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;three months&lt;/span&gt; before I get to hold them in my arms again. Good God this is torture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-5001612589848317566?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5001612589848317566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=5001612589848317566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5001612589848317566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5001612589848317566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-christ-i-miss-my-family.html' title='I miss my family'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-8667413251865959461</id><published>2009-01-31T07:42:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:58:43.840+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Things I miss about Korea</title><content type='html'>So my day-to-day has been pretty uneventful back in Vegas; most of my days are spent at the gym, trying to make sure that I'm better prepared than I was last time. For some reason, today, I've been feeling a bit nostalgic for K-World. I may even seek out the local Koreatown; I can't find a Lotte Mart anywhere around here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff I miss about Korea: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbage kimchi&lt;br /&gt;cellphones&lt;br /&gt;the subway (in Seoul anyway)&lt;br /&gt;bulgogi&lt;br /&gt;the whole "back to the 1950s" thing when it comes to children&lt;br /&gt;Yongsan Electronics Market&lt;br /&gt;What The Book in Itaewon&lt;br /&gt;Fall (doesn't really happen here or in California; I hadn't seen one in years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there's stuff I don't miss, too, but that's all sepia-toned now that I'm back in the States. I miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-8667413251865959461?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8667413251865959461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=8667413251865959461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8667413251865959461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8667413251865959461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-miss-about-korea.html' title='Things I miss about Korea'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-2295938204722125453</id><published>2009-01-23T15:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:44:28.922+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I left my soul in Seoul</title><content type='html'>OK so apparently people wanna know what the hell happened to me. Fair enough; I'm back in the US for a bit, taking one last shot at a longstanding dream. I dunno if this is the right thing for me, but I do know that I spent every day thinking about it during my time in Korea. It's unfinished business, and my soul demands that I square the bill. I've tried telling it that it's being unreasonable, but that's the thing about souls I guess. Can't tell them anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're gonna see what happens. If I get it, the family follows me back to the US. If I don't, then I follow them back to Korea. I can only hope that in such a case, having given it a shot will be enough to settle this ghost. The fact that I'm still here is what really tells me that I have to do this; anything that didn't have this much of a hold on me would not stand up to the overwhelming need to get on a plane this second and hold my wife and daughter in my arms again. Every time I see a toddler I want to scream; how do people do this? Christ I miss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, but my heart is 6000 miles away. Take care of it, eh, Seoul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-2295938204722125453?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2295938204722125453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=2295938204722125453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/2295938204722125453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/2295938204722125453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='I left my soul in Seoul'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-740629958035249461</id><published>2008-12-25T11:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:35:12.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I apologize if this blog has seemed a bit Boo-centric lately, but I've gotta accommodate the family requests for updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's Emily opening her Christmas present; we went for one big one this year. She's getting lots of little ones as part of Hanukkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eWPtjLOLv4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eWPtjLOLv4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-740629958035249461?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/740629958035249461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=740629958035249461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/740629958035249461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/740629958035249461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-5947018449523414657</id><published>2008-12-24T22:01:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:10:18.732+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>So it's Christmas Eve, and Emily has been put to bed with tales of Santa Claus and all of that corny stuff. She actually isn't too keen on a dude sneaking into the house, but she felt much better about the situation when it was explained that there will be presents involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my "first" Christmas experience as a parent; up until now my daughter has simply been too young to appreciate the holiday. I find myself looking forward to Christmas morning more now than I ever did as a child. I always appreciated the parental Christmas experience in an intellectual way, but now it's my turn. I can't wait to witness her joy and hear her silver laughter; sometimes it feels like I live my life for that sound. She gives me so such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SVIzuTzVBNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GwnDELCf1AU/s1600-h/christmaseve1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SVIzuTzVBNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GwnDELCf1AU/s400/christmaseve1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283342183541572818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-5947018449523414657?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5947018449523414657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=5947018449523414657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5947018449523414657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5947018449523414657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SVIzuTzVBNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GwnDELCf1AU/s72-c/christmaseve1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-7082138262324554948</id><published>2008-12-13T09:50:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:13:21.263+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Menorahs and Christmas Trees</title><content type='html'>Well the wife is having some trouble finding a Menorah in Seoul, but Christmas trees are in abundance. This is Emily's first Christmas tree, and she is rather excited about it. Come to that, so am I! Just looking at it makes me feel warm and snuggly and.. home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SUMLk_qhxNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vsQmRyIJ1NQ/s1600-h/emilychristmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SUMLk_qhxNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vsQmRyIJ1NQ/s400/emilychristmas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279075918401357010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-7082138262324554948?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7082138262324554948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=7082138262324554948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/7082138262324554948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/7082138262324554948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/menorahs-and-christmas-trees.html' title='Menorahs and Christmas Trees'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SUMLk_qhxNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vsQmRyIJ1NQ/s72-c/emilychristmas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-8969358559111825160</id><published>2008-12-12T09:42:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:22:40.459+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The DMZ</title><content type='html'>A few weekends ago, the wife and I decided to do the famous DMZ tour. North Korea has always fascinated me, a nation-sized Cold War relic and monument to ego that would be comical if it wasn't so tragic and dangerous. The recent rumors of Jong-Il's health problems have really brought the question of "what next" to the forefront of a lot of minds here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the border is only about 60km north of Seoul. About 40km out, you start to see huge razor-wire fences along the shores of the Han river; this is because the North has often sent infiltration teams overland or down the river. The last known incident was only about 6 years ago, so this isn't something that is buried in the past. Hundreds of miles of shoreline are manned 24/7 against this sort of thing, it's like living right next to a James Bond villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 442px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.bitey.org/dmz1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The shore defenses. The "Freedom Highway" that our bus followed paralleled the river. Those hills were our first glimpse of North Korea. You may not be able to tell from this pic, but they are entirely denuded; harvested for lumber years ago. The resulting flooding has devastated agriculture and contributed to multiple famines in the DPRK.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove further and further north, traffic on the freeway tapered off until we were the only vehicle on the road. Eventually we started to see gigantic house-sized concrete blocks balanced along the side of (and above)  the road; tank traps. At this point we were no longer allowed to take pictures, so the one above was it for awhile. Even further in and we were swerving back and forth between more barriers strewn across the highway, and stopping at multiple checkpoints. Mine field warning signs also began to appear. As you pass mile after mile of mine fields, 30-foot razor wire fences, concertina wire, and artillery emplacements, you begin to realize that all of this stuff is real. It's hard to believe that this Cold War shit is still going on anywhere in the world, but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The USO tour we took stopped at several rather surreal spots on the way to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joint_Security_Area" target="_blank"&gt;Joint Security Area&lt;/a&gt;. The first stop was an overlook of the JSA and the two &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Propaganda_village" target="_blank"&gt;propaganda&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taeseong-dong" target="_blank"&gt;villages&lt;/a&gt; maintained by each side. Again, picture-taking was not allowed, but they had coin-operated binoculars set up. Through these I saw a guy walking down the street in the North's propaganda village 2km away, and it really hit me then. There's a guy, living in that hell, and I can see him with my own eyes. Of course I'm sure he's one of the privileged to be allowed anywhere close to the DMZ, but it was still jarring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Tunnel_of_Aggression" target="_blank"&gt;Third Tunnel&lt;/a&gt;, which is the third of four North-dug invasion tunnels discovered so far. #4 was found in 1990, and some theories claim that up to 20 additional tunnels exist. This one was found in 1978, and by the time ROK forces had dug an interception tunnel, the NK tunnelers had rubbed coal over the granite walls and claimed that it was a coal mine. After this we got to watch a rather jingoistic film on how awesome the ROK is, how duplicitous the North is, and how reunification has practically already happened. Given the reality, this film was extremely bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An additional interesting fact about the DMZ is that it has become a four kilometer-wide  nature preserve. &lt;i&gt;Nobody&lt;/i&gt; goes into that area (except for the JSA and propaganda villages), so many rare animals have had kind of a field day in there. Also, the rice and ginseng grown by the ROK propaganda villagers goes for about 6x the normal price, because this area is completely unpolluted. The North's village is thought to be uninhabited. Lights come on at night, but they do so at the exact same time every evening and are thought to be on timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bus was ahead of schedule, so we got to stop at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorasan_Station" target="_blank"&gt;Dorasan Station&lt;/a&gt;, which is the last train station before you'd enter North Korea, if you could take a train up there. A few years ago, relations were warming between the two Koreas, and this station was built as part of that. The current pro-US administration is taking a harder line, and that has pissed off the North. It was fascinating to see all of these facilities sitting around, gleaming and new, waiting for reunification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.bitey.org/dmz2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.bitey.org/dmz4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last stop was the "main attraction": The Joint Security Area. This is where you see NK and ROK soldiers staring at each other across a courtyard. It's the only place where this happens; the rest of the DMZ is 4 kilometers across. Both sides used to enjoy full freedom of movement within this square-kilometer area, but ever since the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Axe_Murder_Incident" target="_blank"&gt;1976 Ax-Murder Incident&lt;/a&gt;, the  JSA has been divided along the actual Demarcation Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pulled up to the ROK's Freedom House, walked up some stairs, and all of a sudden we step out into this famous scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.bitey.org/dmz5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's deathly quiet; all conversation halted as we walked out here. Aside from us, the only people were the guards on both sides, staring at each other in complete silence. It blew my mind to be standing here, it's almost like going back in time. 30 feet away is the line, and across it is the most isolated, closed nation on earth. No walls, no fences.. people have tried to run across in the past. In 1984 a Soviet tourist did so, and this resulted in a small battle. The latest incident was in 1998, when a NKPA Captain simply stepped across and defected. Lethal incidents have started here simply because of perceived rude gestures or facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tension in the air that is palpable; it's impossible to describe. Bill Clinton called it "the scariest place on Earth", and I can't say I disagree. There's no immediate danger, but you can feel the weight of two entire nations focused on this one spot. It's the Cold War distilled into a physical location, but for the Koreans it's even more emotionally charged; this is brother vs. brother. You can't believe that a place like this still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a better shot of one of the North's guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.bitey.org/dmz13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a tour of one of the blue buildings; basically it's just a conference room, and you can stand "in" North Korea. There's a decidedly large Korean soldier there to prevent anyone from trying to open the door on that side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.bitey.org/dmz9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the North Koreans run their own tours, presumably reserved for Chinese tourists and politically reliable citizens. In the conference room you could see footprints on the tables where the tour guides apparently stand to give their spiels; the soldier conducting our tour didn't even want us touching the furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the highlights. We also saw the dramatically-named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridge_of_no_return" target="_blank"&gt;Bridge of No Return&lt;/a&gt;, but we weren't allowed out of the bus here and it didn't photograph very well anyway. The JSA is one of the most incredible things I've ever seen, it's like a living time capsule. If you haven't done so, go. And make sure you take the USO tour, because I don't believe any of the others are allowed into Panmunjom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-8969358559111825160?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8969358559111825160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=8969358559111825160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8969358559111825160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8969358559111825160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-weekends-ago-wife-and-i-decided-to.html' title='The DMZ'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-6046625812202516633</id><published>2008-12-10T14:06:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:32:28.960+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>Neither Snow, Nor Sleet, Nor Slight Embellishment..</title><content type='html'>One cool thing about being stared at all the time is that sometimes you feel a little more free to do embarrassing stuff in public. Since everyone is always watching, after a few weeks you kind of develop a shell. So when the time comes, you might as well.. carry a huge toddler playset on your head for 2 kilometers along a major road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/ST9Q2QuvhEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qN6RMlXLEvg/s1600-h/playset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/ST9Q2QuvhEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qN6RMlXLEvg/s400/playset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026181435688002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No cabs were stopping and I wasn't sure I'd be able to get this thing into the back of one anyway, so after a few minutes I just said hell with it and started humping the beast down the sidewalk. Rest assured that by the time my daughter is old enough to appreciate the tale, it will have become a brutal 20km trek featuring blinding snow, elbow-magi ajummas, and a broken leg. Maybe some feral dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, if any parents reading this have been looking for a good place to pick up some toys here in Seoul, lemme know; the shop where I found this has a good selection of European and US toys, and with the Won where it is the prices are decent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-6046625812202516633?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6046625812202516633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=6046625812202516633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/6046625812202516633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/6046625812202516633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/neither-snow-nor-sleet-nor-slight.html' title='Neither Snow, Nor Sleet, Nor Slight Embellishment..'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/ST9Q2QuvhEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qN6RMlXLEvg/s72-c/playset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-2157553156544732025</id><published>2008-12-06T12:38:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:56:21.402+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>The Most Awesome Bed in History</title><content type='html'>Look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STn0OTYhFhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sL-btm4tpL4/s1600-h/ni12-uroko06IN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STn0OTYhFhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sL-btm4tpL4/s400/ni12-uroko06IN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276516964999697938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called an &lt;a href="http://www.point-tokyo.jp/works_nagaoka/ni12uroko.html"&gt;Uroko House&lt;/a&gt;, and I think it's the most awesome piece of furniture I have ever seen. A warm, soft cocoon of books. With a few modifications, I think it would be perfect for Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife thinks I'm nuts, she says that the kid would never go to sleep, that she'd spend all night reading.. but she does that already. Of course she can't read yet, but she loves looking through her books and pretending. On any given morning we'll enter her room to find about two dozen books strewn across the floor and her bed. Honestly, is it possible to read too much? Little secret: I will be sorely disappointed if I don't catch her reading under her blanket with a flashlight in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first found this a few months ago, and I'll bet she thinks I've forgotten about it. I may not have my workshop anymore, but custom furniture is pretty cheap in Korea.. *shifty eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-2157553156544732025?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2157553156544732025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=2157553156544732025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/2157553156544732025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/2157553156544732025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-awesome-bed-in-history.html' title='The Most Awesome Bed in History'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STn0OTYhFhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sL-btm4tpL4/s72-c/ni12-uroko06IN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-6719688676740985583</id><published>2008-12-05T15:14:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:25:26.038+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap it's cold</title><content type='html'>Up until now winter has been sort of an abstraction; I haven't really experienced one in about six years. That sunny period ended today; it was about -6C (sorry folks at home, I'm trying to convert my head to Celsius) today, with a windchill taking it even lower. I know it really isn't all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; cold; I certainly saw colder temperatures back in Maryland, but my blood has thinned after living in LA and Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's kind of the reverse of my first summer in Vegas. Some days it'd get up to 47, and walking outside was like stepping into a blast furnace; by my second summer I was an old hand, and sometimes I'd drive with the windows open in the same weather. Hopefully I'll re-acclimate more quickly to Seoul.. in the meantime I think I'm going to pick up some long johns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-6719688676740985583?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6719688676740985583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=6719688676740985583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/6719688676740985583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/6719688676740985583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-crap-its-cold.html' title='Holy crap it&apos;s cold'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-8228371436259832703</id><published>2008-12-04T10:02:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:51:50.886+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>On Reading and Writing</title><content type='html'>So lately I'm starting to consider "reading up" a bit. I've got this time, great oceans of the stuff, for the first time in almost 20 years. Perhaps this is informed by my school days, but I've always though of really good literature as kind of heavy; something that you need to slow down for, to savor and interpret. Because of that I never really had time for the good stuff, or at least that's how I've always thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mostly I read candy. Stirling and Weber, those sorts of guys. Brisk functional science-fiction that I can pick up and put down at a moment's notice, maybe have two or three going at a time. Like candy, these books are tasty and fun, but they aren't very filling. I'm finding that lately, I want to sit down to a meal. I want some meat, some protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I'm laying the metaphor on pretty thick, that's kind of a crutch for me when I'm trying to invoke imagery. That brings up another question, too, one which echos the thoughts of every writer aspirant in history. I wonder: how do they do it? The good ones, I mean, the Big Ones. Good writing seems like it should be so damned easy. Anyone with the vocabulary and a smidgen of smarts should be able to slap prose together like legos. Poetry to Epics, everyone should be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a relatively innocuous turn of phrase that inspired all of this; I was browsing around for a new piece of candy when I recalled reading about Carmac McCarthy's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Road&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a big sucker for post-apocalyptic fiction of any stripe, but I haven't gotten around to this one yet. On the first page is this passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Nights dark beyond darkness and the days more gray each one than the one that had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not really spectacular in the grand scheme of things, I know, but it's definitely a step or two above my normal fare. It started me thinking about the other times I've read or heard really awesome prose, and how it affected me. I remember the first time very clearly; it was during Ronald Reagan's national address on the Challenger Disaster in 1986. Quoting a poem by John Gillespie Mcgee, he said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and slipped the surly bonds of Earth to touch the face of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still tear up when I read that last bit, to me it's that incredible. It's like reading a symphony. How does someone write something like that? Why can't anyone? It's just a few simple words chained together, and yet it invokes so much. I was 10 years old, and that phrase was my political awakening. I fell in love with Ronald Reagan at that moment (and back out, but that's another story), and I was moved to start learning about.. well, everything. The Cold War, our domestic and foreign policies, the whole shebang. All of that from one turn of phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-8228371436259832703?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8228371436259832703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=8228371436259832703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8228371436259832703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8228371436259832703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-reading-and-writing.html' title='On Reading and Writing'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-9081536374517431169</id><published>2008-12-02T09:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:11:45.171+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STR84-HffjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4JRNjLplJzs/s1600-h/emilyroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STR84-HffjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4JRNjLplJzs/s400/emilyroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274978381746634290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a familial request for a picture of Emily's room, so here it is. As you can see, MegaDomo bears his incongruous tomorrow's-outfit-bearing duty with dignity and poise. I know the room's a bit cluttered at the moment, we are in the process of moving some stuff about. This kid has way too many toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-9081536374517431169?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/9081536374517431169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=9081536374517431169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/9081536374517431169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/9081536374517431169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/boo-room.html' title='Boo room'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STR84-HffjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4JRNjLplJzs/s72-c/emilyroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-5773788584656231402</id><published>2008-12-01T09:43:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:27:09.972+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Navigating Seoul</title><content type='html'>Exploring Seoul has been an interesting challenge. Back in the States, England, and Japan, We were always able to count on Google maps, but they don't cover Korea yet. Adding to the fun is that fact that Seoul is an ancient city, so there's no easy-to-navigate grid thing going on, and many of the streets aren't even named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STM7WCwLhiI/AAAAAAAAADc/loB773MvEdo/s1600-h/seoulgu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STM7WCwLhiI/AAAAAAAAADc/loB773MvEdo/s400/seoulgu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274624838463096354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean cities are divided in gu, or districts (Seoul has 25). Each gu is then further subdivided into dong, which are neighborhoods. So the first part of a written address will include the gu and dong, which is fine. The problem comes when you get down to the "which building and street" level, both because of the aforementioned nameless streets, and the fact that buildings are numbered by the order in which they were built. The oldest building in a dong is #1, the next oldest is #2, etc. The problem here is that, unless you know a neighborhood intimately, there is no rhyme or reason to this system. If #37 gets torn down and rebuilt, the new building becomes #480.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't just an issue for us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waegook&lt;/span&gt; either, because most local cabbies have the same problem. Every cab you get into here sports a GPS, and they use it constantly to figure out where they're going. Seoul is so frigging huge that there is no way a single person is going to know the ins and outs of every single dong; there are hundreds of them, with more springing up as the population grows. When someone gives you their card here, it often includes a little map along with the address. These maps usually use landmarks to help you out, but they are not always oriented with north being "up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to find a decent map of Seoul; most of them are stylized tourist maps which aren't&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STM8CvJxRLI/AAAAAAAAADs/Q42UuKrT9e0/s1600-h/seoulexplore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STM8CvJxRLI/AAAAAAAAADs/Q42UuKrT9e0/s200/seoulexplore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274625606295831730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; much good for serious navigation; if anyone reading this knows of a good English-language map for Seoul, please let me know. Because of this, I spend a lot of time on &lt;a href="http://wikimapia.org/"&gt;Wikimapia&lt;/a&gt;, which is a lifesaver. It's basically Google Maps with a whiteboard overlay, so users can label buildings and other points of interest. What I'll often do is print out an overhead shot from this site, with wherever it is that I'm looking for highlighted. I'm blessed with a pretty decent sense of direction, and I've also got a little pocket compass if I get turned around and it's a cloudy day. With these in hand and a little shoe leather, I've been able to find everything I've tried to find so far.. and I've certainly been getting a lot of exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-5773788584656231402?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5773788584656231402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=5773788584656231402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5773788584656231402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5773788584656231402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/12/navigating-seoul.html' title='Navigating Seoul'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/STM7WCwLhiI/AAAAAAAAADc/loB773MvEdo/s72-c/seoulgu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-7112069421480243146</id><published>2008-11-27T00:09:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:14:57.732+09:00</updated><title type='text'>old and weak..</title><content type='html'>Well I'm finally starting to feel better; I've been a bit out of it for the last few days, I dunno if it was the uncharacteristic up-til-4am &lt;a href="http://roboseyo.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-night-fun-times.html"&gt;SparkleFest 5000&lt;/a&gt; or just the effects of my first winter in six years, but there it is. Since we're planning on doing Thanksgiving with some of the wife's work buds on Saturday, tomorrow the plan is to take it easy and just drag the spawnling over to the National Museum Children's Center.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-7112069421480243146?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7112069421480243146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=7112069421480243146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/7112069421480243146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/7112069421480243146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-and-weak.html' title='old and weak..'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-2504066029328321002</id><published>2008-11-25T22:50:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:57:28.666+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>RE: The Spawn</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago I was inspired by this dude on Youtube who posted videos of himself doing generic life-in-Seoul-stuff like shopping in Emart and riding the subway. The idea was to give his family and friends back home an idea of what his day to day life is like over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in that vein, here's an action-packed piece of the daily routine for Emily and I; the morning schoolbus dropoff. &lt;em&gt;Warning&lt;/em&gt;: The following video clip contains saccharine-sweet levels of toddler shenanigans and extensive use of an embarrassing Daddy voice only used with my daughter; viewer discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIZyQ2J4KSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIZyQ2J4KSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-2504066029328321002?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2504066029328321002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=2504066029328321002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/2504066029328321002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/2504066029328321002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/re-spawn.html' title='RE: The Spawn'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-8158586356560803942</id><published>2008-11-23T22:45:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:53:58.880+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of Awesome</title><content type='html'>I've been reading the blogs of our fellow expats for several months now, so when &lt;a href="http://roboseyo.blogspot.com/"&gt;one of them&lt;/a&gt; decided to throw a get-together, I decided to join them. I am very glad that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found was a group of intelligent, genuine, thoughtful, just awesome people, and we rambled on for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ten hours&lt;/span&gt;. I looked up and it was 4:00am. I haven't had a night like that since college, that kind of night where you just click with a group of people and utterly lose track of time. It was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tuesdaysborrower.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-crush-theyre-very-sparkly.html"&gt;Chubbo Chubbington&lt;/a&gt; (the third) says it with much more grace and style than I could ever manage, but last night reminded me of how good it is to feel comfortable and warm with a group of good friends, to while the clock away into the wee hours and just enjoy company and conversation. I've been doing without that for so long that I'd forgotten how wonderful it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home isn't about a building or a location, it's about the people in your life. I've got my family, and now I have close friends. I'd like to think that the Night of Awesome is the start of something special, perhaps a new home for all of us to build together. I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-8158586356560803942?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8158586356560803942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=8158586356560803942' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8158586356560803942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/8158586356560803942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-of-awesome.html' title='Night of Awesome'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-5141966621990314851</id><published>2008-11-21T10:28:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:37:29.736+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ondol Goodness</title><content type='html'>As anyone 'round these parts knows, winter jumped into the picture last week. One day I was walking around outside in a sweater and the next day it was all BAM winter. So anyway, last night it was finally time to turn on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ondol&lt;/span&gt;; the underfloor heating system most homes use here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we set the thermostat thinger and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still not feeling it, it's still about as cold as a witch's ti.. wait a second."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a warm spot? Heeeyyy, that feels kinda nice."&lt;br /&gt;"Holy shit the rug is warm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *flop onto the floor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't we have this in the US?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say, we're converts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-5141966621990314851?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5141966621990314851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=5141966621990314851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5141966621990314851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5141966621990314851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/ondol-goodness.html' title='Ondol Goodness'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-1455899590447938413</id><published>2008-11-20T20:01:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:32:11.845+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living in korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>Emily's Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSVI-qM15dI/AAAAAAAAACY/kJcRPbkWQQ0/s1600-h/emilywinter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSVI-qM15dI/AAAAAAAAACY/kJcRPbkWQQ0/s400/emilywinter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270699180224275922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what's it like bringing a toddler to Korea? It's not that bad, honestly. We definitely had some concerns coming here, but Korea is really awesome for rugrats. Koreans love 'em, and Emily usually enjoys the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schools are excellent, at least the preschools. Back in Vegas, Emily was beginning to act out a bit at her preschool; they had a good program, but it was play-based and she was getting bored. We had started looking for an academic program for her, but unfortunately, in the States, there really isn't much in this vein for kids under 3. In education-obsessed Korea, however, that is not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got here we had planned to put her up in the Army's on-post childcare center, but their program was simple daycare again, so we ruled it out. We then started to explore some of the local options. Language-wise it's not so bad as you'd think: most Koreans are so keen to get their kids speaking English early on that many pre-schools are taught entirely in that language. After checking out several options, we picked a place called&lt;a href="http://www.ybmappletree.com/"&gt; Appletree&lt;/a&gt; in Seocho-gu. Emily loves it; she's eager to get on the bus in the morning, and when she gets home she is full of stories about what she learned that day. They bus her, feed her, and her teacher calls us every day to give us updates on her progress. My wife specializes in child development, and she thinks it's one of the best programs she has ever seen. My daughter isn't even three yet and she already has half of the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this costs about $550/month, which is just ridiculously cheap compared to similar programs stateside. Plus she's getting exposed to another culture, and will probably be teaching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; Korean if we spend more than a few years here. We both want our daughter to grow up as a world citizen, and I can't imagine a better way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for grade school, well, I wouldn't want to put Emily into the Korean system; they are bit overzealous in that department. Fortunately we've got access to the US public schools at Yongsan Garrison for that, and the program here is much better than the public schools back in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one downside, however.. some days the kid comes home with some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; kimchi-breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-1455899590447938413?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1455899590447938413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=1455899590447938413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/1455899590447938413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/1455899590447938413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/emilys-experience.html' title='Emily&apos;s Experience'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSVI-qM15dI/AAAAAAAAACY/kJcRPbkWQQ0/s72-c/emilywinter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-6093060258290708424</id><published>2008-11-18T13:58:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:25:18.969+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Agism</title><content type='html'>So I'm riding the subway this morning and this older gentleman strikes up a conversation with me in English. Things go politely and well until, as we pull up to our mutual stop, he asks me to guess his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the US, the generally polite thing to do in this situation is to lowball; older folks usually like to believe that they look younger and more youthful. Apparently that's not the case in Korea, because when I guess 55 he freaks out; he tells me that he's actually 75, and that I have made him "very upset" by guessing such a low figure. I  apologized but he'd already given me his back and walked off; he was really pissed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that tie into Confucianism? Specifically, Koreans and East Asians in general really venerate older folks, which is why, for example, Ajummas get away with so much here. Naturally, someone like that comes to believe that they have earned their status, and a low estimate of age might be seen as figuring a lower social rank than they actually merit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-6093060258290708424?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6093060258290708424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=6093060258290708424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/6093060258290708424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/6093060258290708424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/agism.html' title='Agism'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-5709746345265238763</id><published>2008-11-13T19:24:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:36:58.115+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mounts Namsan and Ansan</title><content type='html'>Over the last few days I have climbed both Mt. Ansan and Namsan. Namsan is the one everyone is most familiar with, the one that has the Seoul Tower on top. It was a pretty easy climb, since they've installed a paved path and stairs all the way to the top. The views are pretty sweet even if you don't pay the ₩7000 admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Ansan is a much more arduous climb, but I vastly prefer it. There are no paved paths, only the occasional step carved into the rock and a rope handrail at a particularly hairy cliff. The view is better, and there are much less people up there too. Namsan has kind of a carnival atmosphere going on, with multiple restaurants, snack and gift shops, whereas Ansan offers peace &amp;amp; quiet, which is pretty hard to come by in this city. At certain points on the mountain, you hear no city noises at all. Weather permitting, I may take Kim and Emily up there this weekend for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what, elderly folks do not screw around in Korea. Namsan has a cable car to the top, so it's very accessible for everyone, but Ansan has nothing of the sort. When I finally gasped my way to the top, all proud and thinking I had accomplished something, I was somewhat suprised to see several Ajummas hanging out up there and having lunch. I passed a few on the trail coming back down, too, some of these folks had to be in their 80s. If I make it that long, I hope I have half as much spunk left in me by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-5709746345265238763?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5709746345265238763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=5709746345265238763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5709746345265238763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5709746345265238763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/mounts-namsan-and-ansan.html' title='Mounts Namsan and Ansan'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-4694458211354020332</id><published>2008-11-08T13:42:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:36:39.035+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmpromise</title><content type='html'>So we bought a car today. When we moved to Seoul, we had decided not to bring a car; we could have done so for free, but Seoul has good public transportation, and we were going to be living right across the street from where she works. We sold our cars before leaving the US, and we've managed to go carless for about three months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fine with this, but as time has gone on the wife has begun to express dissatisfaction with this arrangement. For one thing, it's starting to get cold.. and she doesn't always catch the post shuttle to her school, which means a walk or a cab. It also presents a problem for groceries, although you can usually catch a cab at the commissary within a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the walking was doing us some good, but I can see her point.. and since she is the one working right now, and we're doing well financially, I finally caved. We met with a local broker today and ended up dropping about $2300 on a 1998 Hyundai Sonata III. It's a nice enough ride, and should do the job for the three miles a day we'll be putting on it. We pick it up on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car insurance is pretty damn cheap here, which is nice. It's about $430/year for both of us, and if we could use USAA it would have been $120!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: here's the offending vehicle; the wife has named her "Tess".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSFJFZ7H6BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gw_zVG5CHtM/s1600-h/tess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSFJFZ7H6BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gw_zVG5CHtM/s400/tess1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269573396207233042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSFIkKW1NTI/AAAAAAAAACA/s9qa0-p9hWY/s1600-h/tess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-4694458211354020332?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4694458211354020332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=4694458211354020332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/4694458211354020332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/4694458211354020332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/carmpromise.html' title='Carmpromise'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSFJFZ7H6BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gw_zVG5CHtM/s72-c/tess1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-9090044086913821166</id><published>2008-11-07T12:06:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:45:52.149+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A New World</title><content type='html'>It's been a day since Obama was elected and I'm still struggling to process my emotions. I'm so used to being cynical about the direction my country has been going, so used to hating and despising our leadership, so used to hopelessness as I watched my nation lose it's soul.. I had forgotten what it was like to feel proud of my country. Words cannot express how profound this has been for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrj_bc2Xy9s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you, this had me crying. Crying tears of joy and rage.. rage at how low my feelings had gotten, and how I hadn't even noticed. It's just been eight years of unrelenting cynicism and pessimism, and I'd just gotten so used to it. Watching my fellow Americans flooding the streets in dozens of cities, it's all come back. For God's sake, they're singing the Star Spangled Banner in the streets! When is the last time something like that happened? That's the way I used to feel when I was a kid, and my heart was filled with unconditional love for the United States. That's the way I feel again, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all come rushing back. I now remember how incredible it really is to be an American, how lucky I am to be a citizen of the greatest nation on Earth. Look at what we did. In our darkest hour, we came together and redeemed it all. To ourselves, and to the world. Nothing is impossible, which is really the way it's always been. That's why it's so incredible, so glorious, to be an American, because no matter how bad things get, we always have the ability to fix it, to make it right again. Listen to me, using "we".. a few days ago I would have dismissed such a sentiment as a corny cliche. No longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-9090044086913821166?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/9090044086913821166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=9090044086913821166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/9090044086913821166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/9090044086913821166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-world.html' title='A New World'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-7277795886102608208</id><published>2008-11-05T09:25:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:27:21.239+09:00</updated><title type='text'>election stress</title><content type='html'>Man this election stress is killing me. I don't usually harp on this stuff, but if McCain wins I'm leaving the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, well, I'll move another timezone away or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-7277795886102608208?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7277795886102608208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=7277795886102608208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/7277795886102608208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/7277795886102608208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-stress.html' title='election stress'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-5427511881754386703</id><published>2008-10-28T13:45:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:01:12.213+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Apgujeong</title><content type='html'>I hopped the subway over to Apgujeong today; it's supposed to be the Rodeo Drive of Seoul, so I thought I'd go check it out. It was OK, I suppose, but it doesn't live up to the "Western ideal" of elite shopping districts. There was a nice tree-lined street of bistros, might have to go back and check that out with the wife on a date or something, but other than that.. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have been unimpressed with Korean attempts to duplicate Western-style shopping districts, but I suppose rich Koreans need a place to blow cash just like everyone else. I think they should stick with what they do well, such as giant megamarkets like Namdaemun and Dongdaemun. Those places are incredible; Dongdaemun in particular offers 30,000 merchants spread out over several square &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kilometers&lt;/span&gt; of malls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-5427511881754386703?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5427511881754386703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=5427511881754386703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5427511881754386703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5427511881754386703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/10/apgujeong.html' title='Apgujeong'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-3258211527102040832</id><published>2008-10-23T15:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:56:55.220+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sung Kyun Kwan University</title><content type='html'>So as part of the process of learning about our new home, I've been reading a few books on Korea and her people. One of them is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Koreans-They-Where-Their-Future/dp/0312326092/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1225004699&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Koreans&lt;/a&gt; by Michael Breen. It's a pretty good treatise on how Koreans think, and I highly recommend it. A few pages in, I came across a rather tantalizing tidbit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So much tourism potential is ignored. For example, Sung-kyun-kwan University in Seoul is the oldest university in the world in terms of a set of standing buildings. The classrooms, offices and library built in the fourteenth century are still there. No tour groups ever visit them. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I certainly couldn't let that go, and so on a rainy morning I tossed a camera into the backpack and hopped onto the subway. A few steps later I emerged into a pretty familiar scene: the College Town. The dong surrounding Sung Kyun Kwan University has all of the hallmarks of this apparently worldwide phenomenon: stalls and stores offering cheap food, furniture, and music. It was almost like being back home, except I can't really read the signs yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few wrong turns later and I arrived at the gates; as Breen says, there is no special attention&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SQQZpQGvDHI/AAAAAAAAABo/RCHApG07BJE/s1600-h/university1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SQQZpQGvDHI/AAAAAAAAABo/RCHApG07BJE/s320/university1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261358461164129394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; paid to Seonggyungwan; it sits quietly on campus, mostly obscured by trees. In fact, I almost missed it. As I walked through a parking lot located behind a shiny new academic building, I stumbled across 600-year old stairs descending solemnly into the macadam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally built in the 1300s, this compound was last rebuilt in 1601 after a fire. In any other country that I've visited, there would be walls around it, an interpretive museum, and an admission fee. Here, you can just kind of wander in through any open gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SQQcnILxXlI/AAAAAAAAABw/pSb32BNOpiM/s1600-h/university2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SQQcnILxXlI/AAAAAAAAABw/pSb32BNOpiM/s320/university2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261361723212914258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did so. The buildings are all well-maintained, and these days appears that the compound is primarily used as a quad by the students here. Damp as it was today, I almost had the place to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's definitely something awesome about using a site like this as a place for students to hang out, socialize, and study.. and I certainly can't complain about the accessibility. That said, I'd still like to see such an important site get a little more attention, especially from Koreans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koreans don't really care much about their ancient roots, or at least that's the impression that&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SQQhUG4hJFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hRhC7V0QMqo/s1600-h/university3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SQQhUG4hJFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hRhC7V0QMqo/s320/university3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261366894004347986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been getting from both the Koreans I've spoken with, as well as the various authors I've read on the subject. Everything is focused on bootstrapping the country into an economic powerhouse; Koreans seem to have little attention to spare contemplating their ancient heritage. Maybe part of my reaction stems from the fact that, as an American, I'm kind of jealous that Korea has this sort of history sitting around; we certainly have nothing like this where I come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular site has been preserved, but many aren't. Domestic tourism to ancient temples and palaces is perfunctory at best; even downtown, most of these sites aren't even lit at night. Korea strikes me as being where Japan was in the 1960s, many feel that they too were focused on economic growth and ignored their cultural sites; as a result, many of them are gone now. Kyoto is a sad example of this; many visitors are shocked at what has happened to that once-beautiful city. I hope that Korea avoids the same mistake; I hope that these treasures are still around when she finally decides to catch her breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-3258211527102040832?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3258211527102040832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=3258211527102040832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/3258211527102040832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/3258211527102040832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-as-part-of-process-of-learning-about.html' title='Sung Kyun Kwan University'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SQQZpQGvDHI/AAAAAAAAABo/RCHApG07BJE/s72-c/university1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595849500090037880.post-5897815858910656241</id><published>2008-10-22T17:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:59:21.914+09:00</updated><title type='text'>sup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I’m this guy. I grew up in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Maryland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, kinda got bored after college, and moved to LA. That’s where I met my wife, bought a house, did the white picket fence thing.. and got bored. So we moved to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, punched out a daughter, bought another house.. and kinda got bored there too. So what the hell, we moved to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We are no longer bored. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We’ve been here about two months now, and I have been recently struck with a number of thoughts that I’d like to share with my friends and family. The wife (Kim) has her &lt;a href="http://haveboowilltravel.blogspot.com/"&gt;own blog&lt;/a&gt;, and now Ima gonna start mah own. She cannot stop me, she is powerless in the face of my.. typing. And stuff.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So actually I’ve been thinking about setting up a blog for awhile now, but the thing that really pushed me over the edge was &lt;a href="http://www.wherethehellismatt.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;. You’ve probably seen this guy’s “dancing” videos on the interwebs by now; if not, I highly recommend them. They’re basically pure joy, and really remind me how much I love travel, and why. It has been scientifically proven that nobody can watch these videos without smiling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The wife and I had already resigned ourselves to the fact that we are not nesting types. We did make a serious go of things in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las   Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;; we bought a nice house, made friends.. Kim even started a business. As for me, I applied to and ultimately was hired by the Henderson Police Department. Being a cop is something I had dreamed about for a long time, and as I started the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Police&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I thought I had finally made peace with staying in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Las   Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, what better time for Kim to get a job offer in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Seoul&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;? All living expenses paid, a salary increase, and decent benefits to boot. At this point I had a lot emotionally invested in the cop thing, but ultimately we decided to that this was a better choice for our family.. so here we are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I’ve only been at this expat thing for a few months now, but what I can tell you is that living in a foreign country opens your mind up in ways that are hard to imagine beforehand. Once you get past the tourist phase and start settling into a place, you start looking at the way another people live their lives. Enough of this and pretty much anyone is going to take another look at the assumptions that they’ve simply taken for granted. Astute readers may feel a “for instance” coming on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Koreans view children as a treasure that belongs to an entire community, not just to their immediate family. Because of this, we have often encountered Ajummas (think grandmas in their 50s) who have scolded Emily for sucking her thumb, or picked her up to show her to some of their friends. To Americans, this sounds absurd and probably a little scary, but that’s just the way it is here. I’ve seen pairs of 5 year olds riding the subways on their own, and toddlers wandering 200 feet behind their parents on the street. Really puts &lt;a href="http://www.nysun.com/editorials/why-i-let-my-9-year-old-ride-subway-alone"&gt;this chick&lt;/a&gt; in perspective.&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They simply don’t have the “culture of fear” thing going on that we have in the States, and when you think about it, that’s pretty awesome. Crime statistics in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; back these practices up for them, and since it’s safe, well, I can’t really think of a reason not to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you know your kids are going to be protected by strangers from getting into to trouble or being attacked by predators, then why wouldn’t you let them go out on their own? Of course, this is my daughter and my sensibilities are still informed by American paranoia, but I do feel a bit safer occasionally turning my back on her for a few seconds on the playground. When it comes to kids, it’s like the 1950s here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Asian society is actually pretty alien to most Westerners, and Korea moreso than most. The above example is only scritchin' at the surface of the weird and awesome things we've run into here, and it's only been two months. We're probably going to be staying at least two years, and I wouldn't miss it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hell, that turned out to be longer than I had planned. Guess I’ve got a few more thoughts rolling around up there than I had anticipated, but I suppose that’ll do for a first entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595849500090037880-5897815858910656241?l=wanderchomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5897815858910656241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595849500090037880&amp;postID=5897815858910656241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5897815858910656241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595849500090037880/posts/default/5897815858910656241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderchomp.blogspot.com/2008/10/sup.html' title='sup?'/><author><name>Garrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01416378043875538826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qFLADRkkb0U/SSns5FP5ElI/AAAAAAAAACk/qr0cFmmdUQE/S220/emilydaddy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
