Saturday, November 25, 2006

Why Koreans are Awesome Drinkers


  1. Soju - Talk about a multipurpose alcohol; it not only gets you completely trashed, but also masks the meat-smell in meat marinades, cleans engines, and the bottle makes a great vase!


  2. Anti-Hangover Honey Water (Ggool Mool) - Perhaps the greatest discovery ever during my stay in Korea - an anti-hangover drink! Ggool Mool is a syrupy sweet concoction in a little bottle sold at late-night convenience stores for the trashed businessmen and college students who need some pre-emptive defense from the imminent soju headache.

  3. Office Hangover Policy - Seoul (and Tokyo) is one of the few cities where calling in late to the office b/c of a raging hangover is actually acceptable. The downside - policy only applies to men.

  4. Drinking Food (Anju) - Koreans take "drinking food" so seriously that they gave it its own word - ANJU. Bars commonly offer a menu of fries, tater tots, hot dogs in chili sauce, seafood pancake, and a myriad of other greasy delights to help take the edge off the caustic ulcer-inducing soju.


  5. Before-Drinking Food (Pojangmacha) and After-Drinking Food (Ramen House) - This is a quick rundown of the eating sequence during a typical night of drinking in Seoul: 1) Eat spicy rice cakes (dduk bokgi) and fish cakes (odeng) at a street vendor cart (pojangmacha) before the hitting the bars (HOF) for soju and 2) anju; then head to a 3) ramen house or kimbap house (i.e. - kim bap nara) for kim bap and ramen; then go out for "second round" (ee-cha) at another bar! I miss Korea...


  6. Titanic! - I'm not 100% positive that this was invented by Koreans, but regardless, Koreans are great at playing lethal drinking games. Titanic is one of them; everyone circles around a half-full mug of beer in which an empty shot glass floats atop. People take turns pouring soju into the shot glass and whoever sinks it has to toss back the entirety of the god awful mix. In all likelihood, one person will end up being the unlucky one who sinks it time after time until he/she finds himself face down in a gutter. Fun times!

  7. The Pour Policy - And for those rare nights when drinking games are not played, you can guarantee that good ol' Korean traditionalism will ensure that everyone gets properly shlitzed. I refer to the "pour-policy" which demands that whenever an older person at the table has cleared his/her drink, one of the younger people must pour him another glass. Also, whenever an older person tells you to drink, you have to do so. These nights generally end in someone puking on the steps of a karaoke bar..



I'm sure I will think of even more bullets to add to this list, but I wanted to address a remark that made me write up this list in the first place. A friend texted me a message after going to one of the ubiquitous Korean BBQ restaurants in the area, for Galbi (marinated beef short ribs). He wrote: "Korean food is not drunk food." But what he was referring to, specifically, was Galbi. This is true, expensive beef short ribs are NOT good 'drunk food'. However, even Koreans would agree with this point, which is why they reserve sub-par "anju" for drunk-food. In fact, I have to confess that during my whole stay in Korea, I had Galbi but ONCE. Galbi and Bulgogi are much more common in the US, where it is both more accessible and palatable to the American consumer. This is not to say that I don't love BBQ Beef; it's awesome! But to equate Korean food with BBQ is just plain inaccurate.

And as a general rule of thumb, cultures that have historically suffered prolonged oppression and poverty (Russia, China, Korea) know a thing or two about harsh liquor and cheap eats.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Time Flies When You Live For the Weekends

Now Reading Perry Bible Fellowship



Now Listening To...NOTHING

FUCK!


So after procrastinating until my computer's hard drive was literally 500MB away from maximum capacity, I finally decided to get an external hard drive and backup all my MP3s. It took 4 excruciating nights of slow copy/transfer/delete, but I finally managed to backup all my music and then delete it from my laptop. I then wake up to a desktop crowded with a cascade of hundreds of error messages saying that there was a "write delay" and that my files could not be transferred. I found out that I lost ALLLL my music, over 30GB worth. I nearly puked all over my hard drive before throwing it onto the floor.

Ugh, I still feel sick.

In other more positive news, I have to say that despite being relatively acquiescent with regards to working under people, I've never expected to actually LIKE my boss/manager. Until now, I never hoped for more than indifferent respect for my boss, and in reality I usually fell short of that. But for the first time ever, I really like and admire my manager, and to be honest, it's really screwing me up. On the one hand, I sense that I'm getting bored with my current project to the point where I find it difficult to get up for work. On the other hand, I'm reluctant to leave behind the uniquely positive and comfortable culture that my manager has instilled in the office. And I don't know which is more important.

And on another random side note, I'm disturbingly, turning a quarter century old in one month. And I'm still as confused as ever. Where the hell does the time go? I guess that's what happens when you hole yourself up backing up non-tangible and entirely too precious electronic bits of data night after night. But seriously, the days go by really fast when you live for the weekends. It's pretty frightening.

GAAHHHH I'm so sad about my music.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

The Sign

Mmm Sundays. I've been diggin the Nujabes lately, and really like the lyrics to this song in particular:

Nujabes - "The Sign - feat. Pase Rock "


Do you wanna watch it all fall apart?
Everytime I walk, I watch
I look, I notice, I observe, I read the signs
And the signs are pointing in the wrong direction
The signs are not naming the streets or leading you to the highway
The signs are naming names
Tombstones to mark the dead, of children not even born
And I don't mean abortion, I mean what is to come
The signs are telling me to turn back around
The signs are telling me to research my past
The signs are telling me to learn from my mistakes
The signs are asking me questions
Do you wanna watch it all fall apart?
Do you have any control?
Is there anything that you can do?
Time is not a nice person
I know because the signs said it
Time can be generous, but ultimately time is indifferent
Time does not give two damns or a fuck
So what will you do?
What will we do?
So I'm in the middle of the street talking to the signs
And people are looking at me
Pointing and laughing, like this motherfucker's crazy
But do they not see the signs?

Do you not see the signs?

There is one thing in this world you can depend on
And you can bet your last dollar on
It's the ignorance of the American people
Still I have faith
And still I read the signs
And there aren't any there
Some of us are lost
And will not find our way no matter what the signs say
Some of us do not see the signs because we are too busy shopping
Some of us do not see the signs because we can't help but stop and look at the accidents
Stare, we are in a daze
We are amazed by the world's displays
Some of us do not see the signs because we are giving spare change to the homeless
We are getting gas, we are volunteering for duty
And we are watching television
We are driving around in circles on spinners
And we are working eight to six
We are on our way to the club
We are high, we are drunk, and we are sober
And we do not see the signs
We are listening to a moron babble
We are listening to tongues that lie
We give them an ear, we give them a hand, and we give them both eyes
So we cannot see the signs
Slow there, children playing in these streets
And they cannot read the signs
They are only children
Stop

Stop

I fear there is no u-turn
And that this road dead-ends
Because we cannot read the signs
Do you not see the signs?
We must read the signs
And we must turn around
We must turn around
We gotta turn this shit around
And we gotta read the signs
We must read the signs
We must read the signs
We must read the signs
We gotta read the signs

We gotta turn this shit around
We must turn this shit around
We gotta turn this shit around
We gotta, we gotta...

Winery Weekend

Awesome awesome day yesterday with the old group at a Virginia vineyard. It was the perfect autumn day for it; gorgeous brisk weather and beautiful hues of red/orange/yellow foliage blanketing the mountain peaks. And it was really great to see the old gang together again, who've all changed (in positive ways) in many respects, but remain the same in the important ways: