Spring break

Not that I am not enjoying the boundless energy and exuberance of a room full of ten year olds infected with spring fever, because I am. I'll enjoy it even more 76 hours from now, when they head home to torture their parents for nine days and we head to Malapascua Island. A three hour flight from Seoul to Cebu, a few hours on a bus to the port, then an hour on a ferry takes us to a week of three-naps-a-day and plenty of paperback novel consumption.

Turkish TV Stars

Months ago, before I started work at RIS, a film crew came and shot footage of the school for a well-known Turkish TV show. You can watch this clip - it's edited down from 45 minutes to 5. And it's all in Turkish, but at least you can see what the school looks like and how cute the students are. Most importantly, there are a couple of good shots of Lee doing his thing.

We kid you not

Debate rages about the appropriate mixing order of the ingredients. Is it flour, sugar, chicken breast, egg or flour, sugar, egg, chicken breast?

All good things

Bright and early tomorrow morning, we get back to educating the kiddies. In keeping with the ancient Korean tradition of posting a picture of bubbling fountains on one's blog to mark the end of a fantastically invigorating holiday, I've posted a picture of bubbling fountains to mark the end of a fantastically invigorating holiday.

Looking Down

The view from the top of Daemosan, January 1, 2010.

Aeschylus for Mayor

Gwangju is famous for its falling anvils. Since the Shilla dynasty, Gwangju citizens have been taught to cast their eyes skyward to seek out airborne tools of the forge. Children are taught from the earliest age to be ever vigilant for heavy iron blocks in flight. The municipal government issues safety helmets to all citizens, then puts these signs around the tourist areas of town, lest travellers forget to don appropriate headgear.

And two eyes made out of beans

Bored baristas + snowdrift = Starbucks snow family