Showing posts with label traditions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traditions. Show all posts

Friday, January 7, 2011

2011: A Second Year in Korea

I have decided to forgo the traditional and impractical "New Years Resolutions" this year.  I am not in a traditional place so why should my resolutions be that way?

This year I have a few other resolutions that I will try to keep.  Try is the operative word.  I am not talking about losing a specific number of pounds.  Visit a specific amount of countries.  Do a certain amount of experiences.  My resolutions are more abstract and more fitting to my surroundings and my current frame of mind.  Simplicity is key when you are living in a country so far away from home.

Be more spontaneous
Live in the moment
Take every single opportunity to experience a different culture or country
Save enough money to finish my education when returning stateside
Pay off my credit card(s)
Keep an open mind
Be mindful of others
Become more participative of the outdoor and active population of Pohang
Be more diligent in writing in this blog to remind myself of the amazing experiences had abroad
Skype more often to friends and family
Make time for myself and not allow the feeling of selfishness to overwhelm me
Do my best to impart knowledge into the minds of my students
Stop sweating the small stuff
Learn to pick my battles
Stand up for myself
Don't settle for less than I deserve

There you go.  That's the simplified list.  Short. Sweet. To the point.  2010 was a whirlwind of change and excitement.  For 2011, I hope it brings me much of the same excitement from the previous year but with additional clarity, understanding and patience mixed in. I have a feeling that 2011 will be filled with memories that will last a lifetime.  If it is anything like the last year, I am in for one hell of a crazy ride.

Bring it on 2011.  I'm finally ready.  

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Korean Traditions about Childbirth/Parenting

[After talking about this with my good friend Frank I decided I needed to devote a post to it. This post is devoted to the oddities of Korean traditions regarding their children.  While I do not agree with the vast majority of the way that Korean children are brought into this world or raised, I acknowledge that the American and Korean cultures are completely different.  I have a deep respect for any woman that is strong enough to bring another human being into this world.  Please take my words at face value and realize these are just my viewpoints, not an attack on the Korean culture as a whole.]

#103. Traditionally, boys were treasured and girls were thought of as 'leftovers'. Just as in China, boys were sought after instead of girls because the new male generation would be able to work in the fields and also keep the family name from dying out.  If a wife was unable to give birth to a boy, then a surrogate mother was sought after to provide a male child. The mother-in-law would choose the surrogate mother for her son.  No thank you.  If I can't provide my husband with a boy then he will freaking accept a little girl.

#104. During childbirth, the mother was restricted to only seeing things of beauty. It was believed anything that the mother looked at would influence the child's appearance such as shape and features. For instance, mothers would not be able to look at dead flowers since it would have a negative omen for the childbirth.
 
#105. The expecting mother was and still is placed on a strict diet.  The diet usually excluded spicy or hot foods, ugly foods, and broken pieces of food or even duck. Spicy/hot foods were excluded because the mother is already hot, therefore it would clash with the creation of the baby. Eating ugly food could result in an ugly child, which included bruised foods or a food that had a blemish.  Broken foods include things like broken noodles broken crackers and et cetera. Then there were the animals such as duck that were excluded from the diet since it would give the child "webbed" feet or other unwanted features.

#106.  Korean mothers are made to keep quiet throughout the entire childbirth process. This is from the belief that screaming shows signs of shame and weakness which will be passed along to the child.  If I am in the process of squeezing a human life out of my body and I want to scream there is no one on this earth that would think of stopping me.  A sign of weakness?  I think not.

#107. After birth, the baby is usually with the mother at all times, even when sleeping. At this time, the mother is only allowed to eat warm foods and drinks (even in the summer) since the mothers are considered "cold".  A common soup was "miyuk guk", a kind of seaweed soup, since it was to clean out the toxins from childbirth and was to be eaten by the mother for four weeks after giving birth.  4 weeks of the same food.  I like a bit of variety in my diet thank you.

#108. From the time the baby is young, it is a common action for parents to massage the baby's legs to increase growth and make the baby tall..

#109. More recently, parents also like to massage the eyelids of the baby while sleeping to try to get the baby to grow eye folds.

There you go.  Koreans and their childbirth and parenting skills.  I think the American way suits me just a little bit better.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Traditions

#46.  When new students come to an English school without an English name it is sometimes customary to let the teacher pick one for the student.  Today I had that joy.  I named my new girl Kelly.  Thought it fit.  She looked like a Kelly.  Hope she doesn't resent me later like Apple (the daughter of Gweneth Paltrow) will as soon as she realizes that her parents named her after a fruit. 

My post today is going to be short and sweet.  Today is all about traditions.  Here in Pohang we have started quite a few.

Mondays and (soon to be) Thursdays is soccer.  2 hours of soccer with a bunch of Korean men who speak very little to no English.  The little they do know is "nice" or "Okay". The little Korean we know is "hello", "thank you", "goodbye", "two".   Not really useful in planning the teams for soccer or for general conversation about whether the ball was in or out.  If we didn't have the hand signals we would be up a certain creek without a paddle.  You know the creek i'm refering to.

Tuesday is poker.  Anyone who knows me knows that I have never played a single poker game in my life before coming to Korea.  I still have yet to actually participate but i'm going to try for next week.  Could be interesting.  Maybe i'll find out that I am amazing in poker and win a million dollars.  Remember how I thought that maybe my soccer skills would be amazing and i'd make a million dollars by going pro?  Yea.  Two words.  Pipe dream.

Wednesday is "Club TILT."  TILT is a foreigner bar located downtown.  The entire foreign crew of Pohang ( about 40+) get together and hang out until the wee hours of the morning.  It has kareoke, cheap drinks and microphones.  An amazing combination.

Every other Saturday we have our Pohang Softball games.  If you have read any of my posts about softball you understand why this tradition will continue.  So much fun.

I'm busy.  I love it.  Plus it gives me interesting stuff to write on here about.  Just think how boring reading this blog would be if it was "I went to school and taught tiny Koreans their ABC's.  I went home.  I went to bed"  over and over again.  I would have exactly TWO  followers:  my mom and dad.  Everyone knows that parents think that their kids art work or stories are amazing even when no one else does.  Unconditional love baby.

Good thing i'm social and do more than work and sleep.  Lucky for you.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Puppy Soup

[WARNING]  The following post is about the consumption of man's best friend.  Man's best friend meaning dog.  If you continue to read please keep any negative comments to yourself.  I have already heard every joke and rant about people who eat dog and am just trying to document my time here in Korea by writing on here.  If you don't like this post wait for the next one.  I'll talk about something more uplifting than eating dog. I promise.

#45.  Eating dog is popular with older gentlemen for its supposed power to enhance stamina and virility.  Dog  is apparantly the Korean viagra.

In Korea some people eat dog.  I live in Korea.  I ate dog. It's part of the culture that I now live in so I bit the bullet and did it.  When in Korea do as Koreans do.  I went with 5 other teachers to a hole in the wall restaurant called "Sunni's Dog House." Really?!  They couldn't think up anything more original than "dog house?"  Clearly I only eat dog at the classy places.

We brought our Korean friend Allan to do the ordering.  He ordered  5 bowls of dog soup, 1 bowl of chicken soup for himself (he is part of the Korean community who refuses to eat dog), 6 bowls of rice, dozens of little side dishes and all kinds of pastes and sauces that i'm sure made the dog more..cough..delicious..and plenty of beer to wash it all down.   All for less than $10 per person. What we didn't know when we ordered it is that we had two courses of dog with the soup.  Freaking fantastic.  Now I have to feel even more guilty.  Not only am I eating dog but i'm eating two courses of dog. 

Out comes a platter of dog skin.  Yup.  It was just as disgusting as it sounds.  Now it didn't have any hair on it and didn't straight up look like dog but it was definitely unique looking.  I tried one little piece and barely got it down.  I won't gross you out with the specific details but let's just say that it tasted a bit like roast beef that had been siting out for a few days in a warm kitchen.

The next course was the actual soup.  Now as dog goes this actually wasn't bad.  It was the dog meat mixed up with vegetables, itty bitty bones and huge pieces of fat.  Once you got around the bones and fat it just tasted like overcooked, gamy roast beef soup.  Or that's how I thought of it at least.  While you're eating dog you can't think of yourself eating dog.  Just trust me on that one. 

It's safe to say that the dog eating adventure was a once in a lifetime thing.  It's not a tasty meat and made me feel ridiculously guilty.  One thing that this little adventure did do was to start a new tradition for the rest of our Tuesdays here in Pohang.  Every Tuesday we are trying something new. 

On the agenda for next week?  Live octopus.  You read that correctly.  Live octopus.  Stay tuned.