My life in February.
Enjoy.
(PS-To watch it in HD, just on click the letters 'HD' down in the bottom right hand corner of the video.)
...get Lost my friends.
2.28.2012
2.27.2012
T.V. Ready
In Korea, I get approached. Seoul buzzes with over 10 million people and about 10% of that bundle are different looking foreigners. You would think the fascination would fade.
Not so.
At times I have been zeroed-in-on by an old man, simply because he likes my beard. Other times, middle school students will put an iPhone in my face and start asking questions for an English class project. They ask me question like what sports do you like? Do you watch Korean dramas? Or, the worst so far: What is your favorite band, Metallica? To which I reply, "No. God no. America does not like them anymore. Please tell all of your friends what I just said."
At times it is very entertaining. At other times, quite inconvenient. But, in some rare circumstances, it can also be profitable.
My friend Michael called me on a Thursday and told me that one of the national T.V. news networks wanted some Americans in a news clip. The show's producer approached him at a random coffee shop and just simply started talking. He mentioned that they just wanted to interview us about Korea and film us walking around. "And, oh yeah, they will pay us 50 bucks," he slips out over the phone.
Nice.
So, on a slightly chilly Saturday, my good friend and I joined a crew of four Koreans, two other interviewees from Japan and had us a nice little day on camera.
...get Lost my friends.
Not so.
At times I have been zeroed-in-on by an old man, simply because he likes my beard. Other times, middle school students will put an iPhone in my face and start asking questions for an English class project. They ask me question like what sports do you like? Do you watch Korean dramas? Or, the worst so far: What is your favorite band, Metallica? To which I reply, "No. God no. America does not like them anymore. Please tell all of your friends what I just said."
At times it is very entertaining. At other times, quite inconvenient. But, in some rare circumstances, it can also be profitable.
My friend Michael called me on a Thursday and told me that one of the national T.V. news networks wanted some Americans in a news clip. The show's producer approached him at a random coffee shop and just simply started talking. He mentioned that they just wanted to interview us about Korea and film us walking around. "And, oh yeah, they will pay us 50 bucks," he slips out over the phone.
Nice.
So, on a slightly chilly Saturday, my good friend and I joined a crew of four Koreans, two other interviewees from Japan and had us a nice little day on camera.
...get Lost my friends.
2.21.2012
2.20.2012
Valentine's Day-The Right Way
Gentlemen, feast your eyes on the best Valentine's Day possible.
In Korea, they have this wonderful tradition where the women treat the men on Valentine's Day.
So, when my lovely fiance Liz asked me, "Where do you want to go for Valentine's day?"
I promptly grunted, "All you can eat BBQ." I'm telling you, fella's, life is good in Korea. The pictures below are of my Valentine's Night. I couldn't have dreamed it up any better.
I apologize to my vegetarian friends for the explicit images below, but I had to share the goodness that was February 14th, 2012.
In Korea, they have this wonderful tradition where the women treat the men on Valentine's Day.
So, when my lovely fiance Liz asked me, "Where do you want to go for Valentine's day?"
I promptly grunted, "All you can eat BBQ." I'm telling you, fella's, life is good in Korea. The pictures below are of my Valentine's Night. I couldn't have dreamed it up any better.
I apologize to my vegetarian friends for the explicit images below, but I had to share the goodness that was February 14th, 2012.
And the little lady even made this cake, from scratch no less! She is truly remarkable. But then again, it was Korean Valentine's Day.
...get Lost my friends.
2.05.2012
Photo Club
Today played out as such. I, and six other wildly creative people, waddled into a cafe around 11:30 a.m. and simply took it over. We set up shop in a separated room in the corner of the two story cafe, drenched a chair with our jackets and littered a table with our photo gear.
The beauty of photo club is that it's not really a club at all. It's just a bundle of my friends sitting, talking, laughing, sharing and simply enjoying the moment. Sure, we eventually take pictures. But it's not about that. It's doing instead of simply saying.
One day, one of us said, "let's start a photo club."
We did.
Last week, another person said, "let's make a stop motion video with a piece of paper being the main character."
So, today, we did.
I really like it.
Here are some pics I took after we finished our video (which
I will post next week).
...get Lost my friends.
The beauty of photo club is that it's not really a club at all. It's just a bundle of my friends sitting, talking, laughing, sharing and simply enjoying the moment. Sure, we eventually take pictures. But it's not about that. It's doing instead of simply saying.
One day, one of us said, "let's start a photo club."
We did.
Last week, another person said, "let's make a stop motion video with a piece of paper being the main character."
So, today, we did.
I really like it.
Here are some pics I took after we finished our video (which
I will post next week).
...get Lost my friends.
1.31.2012
January Video
At the start of January, Elysabeth and I spent our time coping. We lost our little Molly. Still, to this day we giggle and remember her quirky little self. But this month, instead of my usual clip to clip video of Seoul, I decided to make a little tribute to the tiny pup.
Oh yeah, this is also my video for the month of January. ;-)
...get Lost my friends.
Oh yeah, this is also my video for the month of January. ;-)
...get Lost my friends.
1.28.2012
Wizard Shoes
I've been at my kindergarten for a long while now and at times I have been put into decision making positions. With that came the responsibility to hire people.
This experience was fascinating.
Applicants were aloof. Resume's were hilarious. And people simply blew it. But the other day I chuckled when I thought about one interview in particular.
Let's call him the British Taekwondo Master. He had long, pony tailed, blonde hair. A very nicely cut, grey three-piece suit and Benjamin Franklin style bi-focals. His face looked kind and his 6-foot frame stood lean and athletic.
He came to Seoul to pursue his dream of winning international Taekwondo competitions and in the interview intricately weaved me through how the Taekwondo masters in London established him as the next best thing. At which I replied with no words but a short glance at the colorful bookshelves with children's books, thinking, "Did you know you are interviewing to teach 4-year-old's how to say 'hello'?"
The interview felt like a vortex of odd. He talked. We didn't. He kept moving his hands in wavy yet circular motions as he spoke. My hands stopped taking notes. His eyes were serious. Mine were understanding, yet very confused. Simply, odd.
The interview ended when he said, "To be honest, and please understand me Mark, I feel like the Taekwondo spirit brought me to Korea, and even to the this office, to speak to you, Mark."
Hmmmm.
As he left, he bowed very sincerely. Then put on a not-so-subtle pair of pointy suede shoes because in Korea you leave shoes at the door and wear slippers inside.
The vice principal, looking perplexed, then quickly asked, "Why does he wear the shoes of a wizard?"
To which I replied, "Good question..."
...get Lost my friends.
This experience was fascinating.
Applicants were aloof. Resume's were hilarious. And people simply blew it. But the other day I chuckled when I thought about one interview in particular.
Let's call him the British Taekwondo Master. He had long, pony tailed, blonde hair. A very nicely cut, grey three-piece suit and Benjamin Franklin style bi-focals. His face looked kind and his 6-foot frame stood lean and athletic.
He came to Seoul to pursue his dream of winning international Taekwondo competitions and in the interview intricately weaved me through how the Taekwondo masters in London established him as the next best thing. At which I replied with no words but a short glance at the colorful bookshelves with children's books, thinking, "Did you know you are interviewing to teach 4-year-old's how to say 'hello'?"
The interview felt like a vortex of odd. He talked. We didn't. He kept moving his hands in wavy yet circular motions as he spoke. My hands stopped taking notes. His eyes were serious. Mine were understanding, yet very confused. Simply, odd.
The interview ended when he said, "To be honest, and please understand me Mark, I feel like the Taekwondo spirit brought me to Korea, and even to the this office, to speak to you, Mark."
Hmmmm.
As he left, he bowed very sincerely. Then put on a not-so-subtle pair of pointy suede shoes because in Korea you leave shoes at the door and wear slippers inside.
The vice principal, looking perplexed, then quickly asked, "Why does he wear the shoes of a wizard?"
To which I replied, "Good question..."
...get Lost my friends.
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