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Rushed Thoughts from Korea

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I have a few spare minutes before I need to get to my client site for one last full day of work here in Seoul. I thought I’d jot down a few of the experiences I’ve had during this brief week-long visit to Korea.

A Trip Outside
I got a very nice glimpse of the Korean landscape outside of Seoul for the first time in seventeen years. We drove a few hours out to Sokcho (on the eastern side of Korea in Gangwondo) and made stops at Sorak Mountain, a gorgeous and breathtaking sight, as well as Nak San Sah, a Buddhist sanctuary right by the ocean. The Nak San Sa area had suffered a massive forest fire a few years ago that burned down most of the old shrines, but it looked as if there was substantial rebuilding going on, including a charming tea house where we had ginger tea. For dinner, we went to a restaurant in Sokcho, which overlooks the Sea of Japan. We had fresh sashimi, octopus, and various Korean dishes. The trip was long and at times a bit tedious, but I definitely cherished the opportunity to view the Korean natural landscape.

A Bad Cab Trip
After endless cigarettes and drinks with my cousin Daniel in the bright district of Myeongdong, I stumbled into a cab that seemed pimped out a bit more than the other ones. The cab driver mumbled something about the rate being higher, but I didn’t expect it to be more than double what I would normally pay. Before long, my intoxicated mind came to and saw that the meter was running up at an incredibly fast pace. Before half a mile was up, the meter read that I owed more than 40,000 won, or about forty bucks! I expressed my surprise to the driver and told him to pull over since I didn’t have more than fifty bucks. I was let off in the middle of the highway with no stores in sight, and worse, with no money at all – the guy had cleaned me out. I kept my calm although a few expletives escaped my mouth every now and then and walked around in search of a bank or convenience store. After about half an hour of random wandering, I luckily came upon a 7-11 and withdrew some cash. I found a proper cab this time – the one that says Gaein, or Private – on top and hopped in for a cheap fifteen dollar ride back to my hotel. Gosh, what a bummer it was, but then again, it was kind of exciting to feel so helpless and lost in an unfamiliar place.

Coffee Here Sucks
I went to the Starbucks near my client site and ordered a tall coffee. I took a taste and noticed it was very bland. It tasted almost like a really weak cafe americano – about half a shot of espresso and a whole lot of water. I asked them why it was so weak, and they said they would remake it for me. I waited around for a fresh brew and tasted it the new one. Same result. I had to get back to work so I told them I’d just take it, but I was seriously disappointed. I came back the next day hoping the coffee had improved, but when I received my cup, the result was the same. I guess they just brew weak coffee here. I complained to someone who lived in Seoul about the coffee and he, in turn, said that New York coffee was unnecessarily strong. I’ve craved strong coffee all week.

Novi
I’m on this trip with my friend Novi, who actually introduced me to this client and also works as their consultant. I’ve been friends with Novi for many years but this is probably the first time we’ve spent so much time together. I guess I’ve been extra mean to him this past week, pointing out his clumsiness and awkwardness every step of the way, but he’s been very pleasant to work with and it’s been fun sharing our insights on our client and Korea in general. Also, people here seem to treat me as Novi’s guide – my “Western guest” – whenever we walk around or order food at restaurants. He’s been here more than me! Anyway, I tried hard to come up with a term for Novi’s behavior whenever he gets cranky, either from discomfort, impatience, or hunger, and the one that’s worked the best has been the “Novi Nag.” Now whenever I hear the rumblings of crankiness from Novi, I let him know that “the Novi Nag is now in effect.” That sometimes curtails the nag, and I think, to a degree, he appreciates the personal branding.

Okay, it’s off to work now – I can see Korean men on rooftops of office buildings smoking their cigarettes.

Old Clothes

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Note: A story I wrote about a month ago.

Today, while standing on the subway platform outside, I felt a cold wind blow on my face. I was glad I had on my grey North Face fleece vest under my wool jacket. It kept the wind out and my body warm.

I received the North Face vest as a Christmas gift from my buddy Walter about seven years ago. Walter was an outdoor guy who loved hiking and mountain climbing and wore a lot of North Face gear. I haven’t talked to Walter in a few years, but last I heard, he was stationed out in Iraq doing military intelligence. Hope he’s alright.

I’m not a follower of fashion trends. I usually wear whatever is comfortable for the weather and fits well. I’ll sometimes wear the same outfit for several days until I start noticing any funky smells. I can’t remember the last time I went shopping for clothing other than for boxers and socks. Over the years I’ve accumulated a good number of clothing from gifts and giveaways, and it seems like each piece of clothing says more about the people I know or used to know than it does about my fashion sense.

Take for example my gym wear – a pair of gray AND1 shorts and a black t-shirt with the letters “VOLUNTEER” on the back in bold. The shorts once belonged to my high school friend Jason. He lent it to me once when I went over to play basketball at his house right after school. I told him I would take it home and wash it for him, but ten years later, I’m at a gym in Queens wearing those exact shorts. Jason gave up trying to get the shorts back years ago, but always calls me a cheap ass whenever he catches me wearing the shorts. The t-shirt is one of four identical shirts that I snatched from a corporate soup kitchen event we had at Morrison & Associates when I was a paralegal. I remember my co-worker Julia remarking how she planned to grab four size small shirts since she was always lacking black shirts to work out in. At the time, I had a slight crush on Julia and lusted after her incredibly tight body on a daily basis. I always guessed she was a gym rat, and after listening to her talk about how unattractive it felt to have sweat stains show on non-black t-shirts, I too adopted a policy of wearing only black shirts to the gym. I took four mediums and snatched five smalls for Julia. She was grateful.

Hanging on the coat hook on my closet is a beat-up faded red hoodie from Gap, a perfect wear on autumn nights and spring mornings. It was a birthday present from Katie, a girl I dated for a year in college. I wore it almost daily to classes and to bars around campus. I still wear it these days, even though it’s been at least six years since I last saw Katie. I’ve thought about her from time to time, especially when other girls who’ve come and gone have put on the hoodie, unaware of its origin. I think I still liked it best when Katie would put it on in the mornings while waiting for me to make coffee, with her short gym shorts on and her hands comfortably placed inside the front pocket. Sometimes she’d cover her head.

Thinking so nostalgically about Katie fills me with a bit of guilt. I look over at my girlfriend Megan who’s sitting in my bed reading a book. She’s wearing one of my long-sleeve shirts, an olive green one from American Eagle. It’s a tad bit weird seeing her wear the shirt. It was a gift from my ex Susan, who thought I would look wonderful in green. Susan and I broke up last year after dating for two years. It was a nasty breakup that seemed to erase all pleasant moments we ever shared. I remember the awkward moment when I ran into Susan a few months ago and I was wearing the olive green shirt. We were civil and made small talk, but I could see that her eyes were focused on my chest, probably wondering how I could still wear something from her after our bitter split and the many months of trying to move on. I really like the shirt and it’s not something I’d avoid wearing just because of its history. I blow a kiss towards Megan in a silly way and she responds with a wink. She has no idea, but she looks very comfortable.

A Long But Fast Week, Briefly Noted

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It was an eventful week, so I’ll list a few things, not in any particular order.

*PK Cinema. I know my updates are already infrequent for this blog, PK Eats, and other projects, but after watching a number of movies in the past few weeks, I felt like I could enjoy them so much more if I had an exclusive space to write my thoughts on them. So a separate blog to store my ramblings on movies. Yet another addition to my mini-empire of self-indulgence.

* No Child… is a one-woman play about a public school in the Bronx starring Nilaja Sun. This is one powerful and moving performance about the inadequacies of public education in New York’s most neglected region. (Read New York Mag review)

* I managed to fall asleep for only 15 minutes at my first opera – La Traviata at The Met Opera. It was great to see that the tenor singing the part of Alfredo Germont was the Korean opera singer Wookyung Kim. The demographics were largely old white people and a bunch of Asians. Melanie and I overhead an old white woman ask an old Asian woman if she “knew” the tenor (we’re sitting way back in the Orchestra section), to which the answer was an obvious “no.” Although the intention was probably innocent, I was slightly annoyed by the white lady’s tone which seemed to imply that being Asian somehow made the Asian woman seem closer to the only Asian performer on stage. Excuse me old white lady, do you know the soprano? She’s white and so are you… hope I don’t sound like an angry yellow boy.

* Barrel launched a redesigned website for Cents Ability, a nonprofit we’ve worked with since November 2005. The changes were subtle in that we kept the structure and colors intact, but the graphics and content organization have drastically improved. It’s nice to see that we’ve learned a thing or two about making websites since our first try.

* Our Barrel business cards are going to look hot. We sent them to production on Tuesday and they’ll be ready next week. Who knew die cuts and blind embosses could be so sexy? And an exciting piece of Barrel news: we’ll be designing a website for author Saira Rao, whose debut novel Chambermaid will come out in June. Lawyers and law school friends, pre-order this book!

* Andy and I were able to get in some outdoor basketball action before tonight’s snow. Cardio exercise has largely been absent in my life since sophomore year of college, so I’ll take whatever opportunity I can to run and jump around. We play on Astoria Blvd. with the Tri-boro Bridge in clear view and have become accustomed to hoops with no nets.

* I’ll be puppysitting these two doggies for Esther in late March. Check this super adorable video of these two shi tzu pups.

Sunday was a very peaceful day, but I find it a bit frustrating that there’s never enough time to read many of the articles in the NY Times Sunday Magazine. The only piece I had time to read was about the dangerous risks of being too muscular. Not that I was ever super-muscular, but I’m a bit relieved that my routine has been more about pull-ups and situps rather than heavy weights. And the occasional yoga on my blue Nike yoga mat.