I’ll list these in Korean so I can use that as an excuse to post a link on the Korean blog FaceBook groups.
Missy Elliot’s Work It was the soundtrack to my dream last night. I think Lick Shots is a better song, so here it is.
Yeah, my dreams have soundtracks. It’s weird. Most of the time the song comes straight out of some deep part of my memory since I hadn’t listened to it in years in some cases. But if I could understand my own mind, I could probably understand yours as well. Then you would be my plaything.
I think I may have mentioned that I’ve been considering the idea of hiring a model to go stand in front of the things I’m taking pictures of. I was thinking about where that came from and I realized that it wasn’t just a cynical plot to lure other men into looking at my images by presenting them with pretty girls. (As my good pal Shaun (who really needs to up his web-presence) once said, “Ah! The reason guys get into photography.”) It was also because I was feeling photographer envy of this fellow (?) I’m following on Flickr who handles Chinese street life and glamour shots with equal skill.
Then I started thinking that it’s 2014 and if I’m going to use pretty people to make people overlook the weaknesses in my photography skills then I can just as easily hire a male model. Then I realized that maybe I should just try to get better at what I’m doing now instead and save the money.
It’s kind of weird that “D’oh!” isn’t in Firefoxs dictionary. I mean, if any nerd-written browser would have a healthy command of Simpsonisms, you’d think it’d be Firefox. Chrome has it. I just checked.
Like Flavor Flav, I’ll tell you what time it is. 11:24.
It’s hard to come up with big meaty things to write about life as an expat. You run out of pictures of food to share, and “Isn’t this thing they do here outrageous?!” stories for the folks back home. The tedium of life here sets in and you come to terms that you’re a working stiff just like would be back home. Sure, a small handful do position themselves beyond the concerns of worrying about their next paycheck, but pointing to them as examples of what your life will be like if you say your prayers and eat your vitamins is like pointing to Niki Minaj and saying, “You too will be famous if you get butt implants and try real hard.” Sorry, the nature of the human pack mentality means that there’s not enough room on the top floor for every alpha personality with big bum.
I think my metaphor got away from me there.
Anyway, my point is that this entry is filler. I’m writing it in an authoritative manner in the hopes you don’t notice that it’s as shallow and as full of empty calories as the Chilsung Cider (Korean reference #2) that spilled across the table at the galbi(3) place.
It’s called “Blogging”. I was doing it before it was cool. After it was cool as well. You better act like you know.
So why am I sitting around my apartment,
bullshitting on the internet blogging and doing my laundry instead of carpe dieming the hell out of my time here? Cuz I’m in my forties, get tired easily, don’t want to spend much money, and I saw what Korea has to offer a decade ago. Gunsan being small and off the main transportation routes is also a problem. Everything is a multi-hour bus ride away.
I’m bored and can’t find anything to change that. Perhaps this is what they call “Ennui”?
I’d like to think that I’d make the most of a long weekend but my current job, despite the excellent work hours, has a pretty shitty holiday situation: I have to take my vacations on the same days as the elementary schools do. I alternate between two schools each day and if they don’t plan their vacations in synch, I’m s.o.l.. My summer holidays as a result are work, day off, work, day off, work.
I do get my contractually obligated vacation days. Just not in a way that makes them useful. It’s one of those sneaky things they pull here in the Korean ESL industry in order to get as much work out of your imported ass as possible. Like telling you you’ll only be working forty hours a week. Then neglecting to mention that those forty hours only mean class times and not the office work you need to put in. And, oh! since you’re under the forty hours so you have to work on Saturdays, or in the mornings, too. I’m not suffering from that nonsense now, but the memory of it pisses me off to this day.
These sorts of shenanigans wouldn’t be such a problem if the contracts and the laws weren’t geared towards giving the guest worker as few options as possible while allowing the visa sponsor an exceptional amount of power over the guest worker. I guess what I’m saying is that you should work somewhere else if you have the option… or F Visa your way out of these problems like those silly, shameless F Visa-holding narcissists did long ago.
Which you should obviously do just so you can earn the right lampoon expat stereotypes and the silly attitudes that get displayed. Seriously: Who the hell do you think you are mocking your betters, you E Visa-having plebeian?
“I swear, these E-2 Visa holders get younger every year!”
Laundry’s done! I guess I have no excuse to not go out so I can bike around Gunsan and not take photos.