A Christmas miracle!

Hey y'all!

Emily and I together celebrated our second ever Thanksgiving this weekend. A big group of church friends were hosted by a couple who cooked up the most food I have ever seen in a house for one meal. I saw my first ever whole turkey - it was 11kg! I even got to carve it. Getting into the spirit of things, I partook in what I was assured was a time honoured Thanksgiving tradition - eating so much I didn't want to move.

Apparently Thanksgiving ushers in the holiday season, which means we had to put up our Christmas decorations. Here are some photos.

We already have some presents under the tree - cheers, Matt and Sarsch. The second photo is a nice bit of creativity from Em.

Perhaps it's a bit of a stretch to say putting up our decorations is a Christmas miracle, but I do think my first blog post in about 9 months is pretty miraculous. More posts to follow! ... Huzzah!

You're in Korea!! (the story for Steve)

Now, I don't mean for this to sound rude, but out of our entire readership, I only had ONE person complain that I didn't tell the promised story. ONE! This leads me to believe that you're not really reading all that carefully. I'm hurt. (sniff).

I'll go ahead and tell the story anyway, because I'm forgiving like that. The first day Chris and I were in Korea, we were whisked away to a university campus for our orientation which lasted about 10 days. We arrived with a lot of other jet-lagged, out of it English speakers and were shuffled into dorm rooms for our stay. As we're moving our luggage into the room and just trying to stay awake long enough to brush our teeth (after 12 hours on a plan and 4 hours on a bus, your mouth gets pretty gross, just fyi) we can hear a girl yelling (and don't just mean talking loudly, I mean YELLING), "Take off your shoes, YOU'RE IN KOREA!!!!!!). Needless to say, we cracked up, and while part of it was definitely the fact that we were sleep deprived, it was also just funny.

So, now when we have to do things that seem a bit weird to us, Chris will usually say/yell/sing/whisper, "You're in Korea!" And just to help you really get a feel for what this sounds like, imagine that the "ee" sound in Korea is really stretched out. Like so: "koreeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ah." And there you have it.

What's going on? Where am I?

Do you ever have days where you think to yourself, "Where am I? What's going on? What in the world!" I'm not talking about the wild days of your youth--- or should I say the mornings after the wild days of your youth when you literally don't know where you. I'm talking about when you look at your life and you think, "I did not see this coming!" I feel like that sometimes here in Korea. Chris does too. In fact, he somewhat regularly yells "You're in Korea!!!!!" at me. There is a story behind that. I'll tell you at the end of this post. How's that for bait?

I get waves of "What is going on?" at school. For example, I'm in the middle of a crazy map game where I give directions and they find the correct building and they are all freaking out and yelling the answers at me. I raise my hand for silence(or yell, but it sounds bad to admit that) and call on a cute little girl who is raising her hand to give me the answer and get a point for her team. She says, "Teacher, your eyes beautiful color. I take them." Ummm... thanks, but no. You will not take them. And you just cost your team a point. I mean, I'll probably give you a point for the compliment, but that's besides the point. Things like this happen all the time. Everything is going as normal as a middle school classroom with a teacher who speaks a different language than her students could go -- when suddenly, I'm again reminded that its kind of crazy that I'm teaching middle school in Korea.


Another circumstance that I sometimes find myself in that causes me to question my situation in life happens more regularly than I would like. Old men approach me and proceed to get uncomfortably close, stare an uncomfortable amount, and ask uncomfortable questions (or make uncomfortable statements). It's generally uncomfortable. I usually end up thinking, "Why did Chris make me come here??" (In a really whiny voice) One particularly funny example is while Chris was talking on his cell phone a man came up to me,  touched both of my arms and said:
Old Korean Man: "Prince William wife? You?"
Me: "Kate?"
Old Korean Man: "Yes. You. Kate? Prince William wife?"
Me: "Umm..... No. I'm not Kate. Bye." (Trying to get out his touching range)
Old Korean Man: "You George Bush daughter?"
Me: "No. I'm not famous, I'm just white. Bye!"

Chris to his phone: "Sorry, I have to go save my wife from a Korean man."
Me to Chris: "Why did you make me come hereeeeee!" (Ooozing with whiny tones and bitter undertones)

There are two girls about my age who work at my school but aren't teachers. One of them is an office administrator and one of them does some IT work. They are about the sweeties girls in the entire country and make such a huge effort to be friends with me. In fact, they come to my classroom every Tuesday and Thursday to "study" English. Now, their English is pretty terrible, and my Korean is worse than their English. Communicating is pretty interesting and often makes me think, "Never in my life did I think that I would have friends that I can't actually talk to." On Tuesday we were practicing ordering drinks at Starbucks in English (don't ask) and then one of them grabs the white board and starts to draw a picture. (Sidenote: I always keep a white board, marker, and eraser handy when I hang out with these girls so that we can play pictionary to communicate.) She draws what I assume is a Sumo wrestler. So I say "Sumo wrestling?" No. that's not it. About 10 minutes later I'm finally able to communicate that when someone is fat we say they are "overweight," "large," or "plus sized." To be fair, sumo wrestlers are overweight. As I'm teaching them these words and looking at this depiction of a giant (apparently woman) I started cracking up. "How ridiculous is this!!" They started laughing too. Of course, they could have just been laughing at me, but I'd like to think we were mutually enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation.

Finally, TV. Watching television frequently makes me think, "Where am I? What is going on here?" I think we've mentioned before that we get about 70 channels and 4ish English channels. We have CNN (the international version), we have the Discovery Channel ( which unfortunately became Discovery Channel Korea recently and no longer is entirely in English.), and then a few other channels which usually play English shows or movies. The most common show? CSI. It's always on. When I'm not in the mood for a gruesome murder/betrayal/assault I will sometimes watch Kung Fu Panda which is so frequently that I have every thing about the movie memorized. When none of the English shows have caught my fancy, I sometimes flick through to a Korean show. Koreans have this style of show that is half game show/half talk show and there are constantly about 20 different ones to choose from. Just a few nights ago, I was watching one of these game/talk shows for about 10-15 minutes and literally the only thing that happened was that about 13 pretty girls watched 3 goofy guys stand on blocks of ice. That's it. I mean, there was giggling and chatting happening as well. But it all revolved around this block of ice.Weird?

Ok, that's all for now! Sorry it's been so long since we've posted anything! I'll remind/nag/coax/bribe Chris to post something soon as well! And about that story I said I was going to tell you about, well, maybe next time. OR, maybe I'll just get Chris to write about that!

Spring Sprang Sprung

I’m a horrible person. I’ve left you wondering whether or not I ever made it out of the freezing wasteland that is winter here in Daegu. I’m happy to inform you that Spring did in fact, get my letter and that he has arrived. And, boy am I happy about it! And, to add to the joy of the occasion, we also have lots of cherry blossoms around! Yay! I think there are few things that do a better job of shouting “SPRING IS HERE!” then cherry blossoms.

To enjoy the season, we spent time outside – going for walks, eating on our roof, and to see some cherry blossoms. We took a day trip with some friends to Gyeongju – a famous city with lots of historical sites. They also had a lovely park full of cherry blossoms where we enjoyed watching some little ninjas running around, a little Russian girl engage in an epic ‘sword fight’ with some boys (and beat them!), and lots of couples enjoying time together.

We also spent an hour on the most crowded, hot, rocking bus I’ve ever been on (possibly an exaggeration). But, I’m trying to forget about that so I won’t describe it further.

Chris and I have been feeling a bit more relaxed about teaching this semester, which I think has helped us to enjoy our students more. We both had our students pick English names at the beginning of the semester and it has been fun to learn their names and to surprise them by calling them by name when I see them in class, in the hallway, or even bump into them on the street. I have two girls who quiz me every time I see them. "Emily teacher, what's my name?" and it delights them to no end when I tell them, "Of course I remember you - Sally and Sophia!" They squeal and tell me how beautiful I am and that they love me. My self-esteem is really through the roof here. :) 

When our students selected English names, some of them either didn't quite get the concept of NAME, not just random English words, or they were just really trying to make a statement. I've got Medicine, Greeny, Vitamin, and then a group of girls that I refer to as the "garden" - Lily, Rose, Daisy, and Violet. My personal favorite is 2 boys who sit next to each other and decided on Dragon and Hunter. They absolutely love it when I call on them as  "Dragon-hunter." Mars, Moonvalon, Jelly, Oh No, Do Mo, McDonald, Bart Simpson, Ace, Wow, and Starcraft are just a few others I thought you might enjoy. I certainly do. 

Apartment Tour

This has been a long time coming, but the promised apartment tour is finally here! Enjoy! Just a private word with our family members: this tour does not in any way count as a personal visit. You're not off the hook.

Now, I realize that some of the people who read our blog have actually been to our apartment, so this tour is redundant. My sincerest apologies. But, if I can just entreat you to watch you'll get to see Chris be really awkward! Woop!

Donald's Apartment Tour

Corresponding with Spring

Dear My Long Lost Friend, Spring,

How are you this year? It's been AGES since I've seen you. I kind of forget what you look like! I mean, do you come with sunshine and a little bit of rain? Is there lots of green and growing things? Will I be able to take off my long underwear and winter coat when you get here? Will I be able to open the windows in my apartment without catching my death of a cold? Will I be able to enjoy walking to school with you again? I need you to hurry up and get here so that I can have these questions answered. Please don't keep me wondering and wondering. I can't sleep because I keep thinking about how great it will be when you get here.

I'm really not trying to rush you or anything.

Actually, I am trying to rush you. I've been dealing with your cousin, Winter, for far too long, and frankly, he's not that nice. I don't really like him. He has a bad temper, is bitter, and is making me miserable. I don't want to live with him anymore. Please don't make me. He's not that bad when he lets me have some big, beautiful snowflakes, but he really isn't all that generous, so I didn't get to enjoy them very much while he's been here.

Also, he won't stay outside where he belongs. He keeps coming inside and making everything all cold and miserable like he owns the place. What is that? Can't he learn better manners? I'm not one to complain (clearly that's not true, but work with me), but Winter is overstaying his welcome. Let me just lay out my complaints against him for you, my dear Spring, to see:

1. He left my feet with signs of frostbite
2. He makes me wear at least 4 layers of clothing everyday.
3. I have to re-wear socks several days in a row (to much info??) because I HAVEto wear wool socks everyday.
4. He kept me sick for, oh... 4 months?
5. He made me want to move to Darwin where it's constantly hot. I mean, I've never heard anything about Darwin other than the fact that its hot and yet, I couldn't get it off my mind.
6. I had to hold a mug of hot water constantly in order to maintain feeling in my fingers while at school.
7. I didn't get to show off my cute sweaters to anyone because I was constantly wearing a huge coat.
8. I had to bake banana bread and brownies all the time to stay warm. (This doesn't seem like a complaint, does it? Please refer to #9)
9. I had to run on a treadmill in order to not get fat from eating banana bread and brownies.
10. I can't really think of another good complaint, but a list of 10 is so much better than a list of 9. Don't you think?

Surely you agree, this can't go on any longer. Won't you please come and save me? Challenge him to a duel. Kick is icy butt! I promise I'll be good. I won't complain about the rain you bring or about chilly mornings. I'll be happy and thankful, like a good girl! Really, I will! Cross my heart.

Just one more thing. Just a little question. A tiny one. No big deal. Aren't you late? I mean, I could have sworn you were supposed to be here already. I don't think I have a perfect memory, though some of my friends would say I do, (Name that movie!) but I seem to recall that the end of March is your time to visit. The calendar says so. Don't shoot the messenger, the calendar told me to tell you. So yea, where are you?

Hopefully you receive this correspondence promptly and can rectify the situation. I'd be most obliged to have you here and for you to send Winter packing.

Your ever faithful and somewhat impatient friend,

Emily

Relating to a basically ominpresent internet, and an actually omnipresent God

Emily writes well, doesn't she? It makes being her co-blogger an intimidating prospect and I've been having trouble thinking of things worth sharing via that prestigious medium, the internet. However, writing that sentence has just given me an idea for a blog post (see the blog post's title). Huzzah!

In the previous weeks I have spent desk warming, my apparent sweet release from boredom and inertia has been that triumph of the human spirit, the internet. Where capitalism reigns in equal measure with socialism, so much money and so much freely shared. I cannot fathom the technological advances that have brought us to this place. I have a free period at school. What should I do? What would I like to see? What would I like to know? The internet is basically limitless in promises. I can look up pretty much any subject of history of science or politics or geography or grammar (useful as an English teacher) I want, without moving 90% of my body. I can cross check one source with another. If these immediately accessible sources aren't satisfying my scholarly standards, I can type in my credit card and have instant access to peer reviewed online journals. Humanity's collective knowledge is available to me at the expense of abstract credit card money that I've never seen and doesn't really belong to me, and however many calories it takes to type and think. This surely is remarkable.

But my eyes are lower than the far reaches of humanity's collective knowledge. Or are they perhaps higher? What of art? Music? Beauty? I can go on www.youtube.com and listen to pretty much anything that anyone has ever called a song and anyone else has enjoyed enough to put on the internet. I can look at any painting famous enough to justify looking at, and I can often zoom in so close that I can see the individual hair strokes in the individual brush strokes, an option not possible at most galleries and museums, which wisely wish to prevent my moist breath breathed on that which should instead be breathtaking. But on the internet I will surely miss out on the beauty of collections won't I? I can't see an entire exhibit, I can't go from one painting to the next, so thoughtfully laid out by a passionate and instinctive curator who has made this type of thing their life's work. Or can I? Check this out, it is amazing. www.googleartproject.com. World famous galleries I can virtually walk around in.

But I confess, my eyes are still lower than the higher arts, but surely my time is no less wasted for that. While I don't spend my time listening to and viewing the much heralded genius of Mozart or Monet, I still pay attention to genius. I still see artists at work. I can watch any cricket game good enough to be broadcast in India, which currently includes the World Cup, the greatest of all cricketing events. I need only search "cricket live streaming" and I can watch the graceful art of Tendulkar or the beautiful grit of Kallis. Admittedly, the time zone difference hasn't been generous to me in this regard, but I can still read a ball by ball description of 6 hours worth of play the very next day.

But I confess, my eyes are still lower than that. I wish I could justify the five minutes I spend on Facebook as a reflection of my love for people, but when that five minutes is repeated 6 times over the period of a day and I have barely related to anyone aside from reading their status updates, it's difficult to fool myself.

The internet is revealing to me that my eyes are aimed too low to appreciate the enormity of humanity's knowledge, too low to appreciate the staggering genius of our art, too low even to properly and fully appreciate the people who hold so much of my heart.

This is not a criticism of the internet, just the too often low standards of my heart.

And if I don't take the time to relate to people, observe genius or find out some of the vastness of humanity's knowledge, what hope do I have of ever seeking the God Most High, whose wisdom, knowledge, genius and love we have collectively barely noted, and never measured. The God who is the good giver of our knowledge and genius and passion and relationships.

As I said, this is not a criticism of the internet. But it is a hopeful, tentative, nervous resolve about the internet. I will seek to use it as something that helps me raise my eyes higher than they have ever been raised. As something that will help me seek and know Him who made me and loves me. I say hopeful, tentative and nervous because I know, and you now know, that my heart is easily satisfied. Fortunately, God promises to do something about that.


"I will give them an undivided heart and put a new spirit in them; I will remove from them their heart of stone and give them a heart of flesh." Ezekiel 11:19.

(I wasn't exactly sure where that verse was, so I checked on www.biblegateway.com.)