Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years

Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years: Version 2.0!

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Evening Tunes!

Tonight I'm working late to finish up a project.  The building pretty much is empty, so I've run you tube through the huge speakers and TV  in the conference room.  I'm getting all old skool, metal and grunge in my choices. . . listening to the first one has inspired me to rewatch Natural Born Killers when I get home













Saturday, February 14, 2015

Me and My Big Mouth

Sometimes people say all kinds of crap without thinking about it too much.

This blog is a case in point. I just speak my mind, when I should just sit quietly.

Today around the water cooler at coffee break a couple of the younger ladies were going on about flower boys, or 꽃미남.  When I heard what they were talking about, I snorted. I knew as soon as I had done it that I should have had my filter on high that day, since sure enough Ms. Lee immediately pounced on me:

Why Mr. Waeg, you don't like Korean flower boys? 

No, Ms. Lee, I do not.  They are vacuous empty boy toys.  But hey, I suppose if you're into that kind of thing, I'm not one to judge.

Oh, Mr. Waeg, you are so mean!  These guys are so cute and gentle!  And so well dressed! The rest of the world could learn much from these kind of men!  They are so kind and nice!

When she said this, I felt my eyelid twitch, and before I could stop myself I said:

Well Ms. Lee, I assure you the world does know about this kind of man.  Have you heard of Justin Bieber?  Why do you think he is so popular?  Because he has gaggles of young, mostly teenage, girls going insane over him.  And I understand: his blend of youthful androgyny and child like features is non threatening to younger women since he appears for all intents and purposes more feminine.  He appeals in the same way a puppy or kitten does: newborns are supposed to cute after all, so we feel a nurturing impulse, to protect and raise. I get all that.  And the 꽃미남 are no different: vacuous, plastic, with zero personality but hey, yes they do dress better and have better manners than Bieber I'll give you that. In this respect, they aren't much different then a dandy though, save that a dandy at least had more interest in self cultivation.  It wasn't simply about aesthetics, but being able to properly appreciate the beauty in all things.  I find it hard to imagine a flower boy cultivating much beyond a thorough understanding of hair products.  They are far too artificial.

I knew I had gone too far halfway through my rant when Ms. Lee's jaw dropped and remained in that position for much of the rest of the coffee break.  She was just trying to be nice, and instead of responding in kind I became asshole incarnate.  I'm sure one day she'll get over her obsession with flower boys, yet in the meantime she'll probably mistakenly think the reason I dislike them is that I could never be one, when really I simply dislike excessive artifice and vacuity.

Now, I do believe that stupidity is a universal constant, and I'm hoping she won't hold a grudge against me and that her panties aren't in a knot about it. Still, I'm sure it'll be some time before Ms. Lee attempts to engage me in conversation. From experience, these types of conversation never end well, and it's best to just smile. When will I ever learn?

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Useful Idiots!

Thanks Kanye, for showing the rest of us what is means to stay true no matter what, since fuck the man, man!

But since that article was obviously written by a melanin deficient person, it is of course suspect!

Still, having listened to the Beck album when I'd almost forgotten who Beck was, thanks Kanye!  You've reminded me what artistry is really about.



I love how so many of the angry colored people continue to think of us white people as being too obtuse to ever really comprehend. Whatever makes you feel better when you're looking at yourself in the mirror every morning.

zzzzzz


Monday, January 12, 2015

Soft!

The last couple weeks have been full on for the waeg.  He's had a new project to work on that while not as exacting as some in the past, has certainly kept him focused and away from the many things he could be doing, like looking at stoopid cat videos and facebook fails on the internet.

He was having a particularly rough moment when he overheard the following: maaaannn, what is this shit??! You mean I can't make photocopies and collate that data for the boss whose ass I'm trying to kiss while I'm supposed to be doing real face time in the customer support unit?? And what's with gettin' shit on for showing up late?? I was sooo hung over, come on!  Can't a guy get a break around here??  And they actually expect me to write up a report for what I did???!  Seriously??!? WTF!!!

Waeg wants to laugh, but waeg has never felt so. . .entitled.  Waeg knows he's been given some lucky breaks, true. . . but waeg has also learned to step up and represent proper when needed, and to shut the fuck up about those lucky breaks when it came time to account. . . he just wants the same response to be available to those who come after him. 

Waeg thinks about sayin' somethin, but he knows the response he'll get: who is that old stoopid fuckin waeg to speak to ME?  He made his choice, he should learn his place, that shill for the man. . .

Waeg moves on, and slides.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Realign!

My Goals for 2015:





Well, so much as a waeg can as a waeg does.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

REAL! Private Eye Cream for Face!

My Greatest Achievement! It took years to make this crazy shit happen, but finally a major brand name took on my plastic English! Praise Jeebus!


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

So many kinds of wrong. . .Christmas!

Time to get in the spirit, folks!

Hope you have a great Christmas!

So many kinds of wrong












Friday, December 19, 2014

Paint!

Today around the watercooler I overheard the following conversation between two interns:

I just don't want to end up like my mom!  It's so lame! She had so much going for her, but then to come back and have to get married like that. . . I mean I love my dad, but it's such bullshit! I'd never want to end up like that!

True, but come on. . . most guys will just turn around and say it's the same for them: they have to live up to stupid ideals as well.  It doesn't help at all to think of them as the enemy, that's sooo old school.  Like that guy in planning and development: he knows the score.  He doesn't feed me the same 'oh when are you getting married' schtick that I hear from so many of the old dudes.  

Yeah, but it is pretty easy to suss out the ijits from the chaff!

They both laugh.

I head back to my office for coffee, and wonder how many times I'll have to deal with interns being ijits in their own right, all while resisting the urge to bash my head against the wall until something starts to come out.  But then I do have a coworker or three who think it appropriate to lecture me and all on how calling a woman 'hot' is, like, totally inappropriate.  God forbid that a woman wants to accentuate her physical attractiveness!  If you dare to call attention to it, you are so WRONG! This coming from supposed Ivy League grads that usually get brought in to doll up the company rosters. . . .

Makes me think a good cull may not be such a bad thing.




Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Stand!

Today around the water cooler a waeg coworker said: you should listen to this band. 



It reminded me that I should look at less porn at work, as I'd spent several hours reading about the demise of Detroit.  Still, all I could think: Nick Cave hanging out with Joy Division laughing at The Walkmen with Public Image Limited watching in the background.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Me and My Big Mouth

Sometimes people say all kinds of crap without thinking about it too much.

This blog is a case in point.  I just speak my mind, when I should just sit quietly.

Usually, when someone mentions something about my surprisingly good chopsticking skillz, I fall back on my tried and true scripted response.  Occasionally though, some will make some inane pseudo scientific comment, and the scripted response goes out the window.  Today it was about how Asians are more genetically inclined to chopstick better. The standard narrative is how this explains why Asians in general are better at tasks that require small implements or machinery, especially related to genetic engineering.

It was at lunch when Ms. Sohn ventured into this typical small talk venue: Wow Mr. Waeg! You chopstick so well!  waaaaa~~! Wow you do use your chopticks differently! I did not know that about chopsticks! So amaze!  You know, Koreans chopstick very well, it is in our blood!

Usually any salty waeg can easily negotiate this scenario, yet when she went on about the inherent genetic aspect of chopsticking I felt my eye twitch. Before I could stop myself I said:

Ah yes, the genetic chestnut!   Did you know, Ms. Son, that the first person to advocate that theory was a Japanese scientist trying to explain why a Japanese team had been able to successfully reproduce an experiment that had eluded the scientific community for some time?  He basically said that because Japanese had a genetic affinity with chopsticks, only they were able to replicate the results.  Still, you can't help but think this is part of the Japanese national narrative to mitigate the loss in WWII: we Japanese are better at this than westerners!  Westerners can't know this, since it isn't in their culture or their blood!  Instead of looking at what rational explanations may exist for the failed experiments, he chose to instead say it was due to genetics and culture, feelings.  It was actually quit trendy about 20-25 years back for Japanese scientific researchers to add a little extra to their presentations, saying that they had succeeded at negotiating this very difficult task that required manipulating small instruments since the Japanese had genetically enhanced chopstick skills.  Really? You didn't know?  Oh yes!  There were even articles bemoaning the loss of chopstick skills in the face of ever encroaching western imperialism, since the love of all things western meant an end to pure chopstick expertise, or the end of something truly unique and beneficial to Asian cultures in general.

Things around our corner of the table got a bit awkward until someone brought up sports, and then balance was restored in the universe. But I'm sure Ms. Sohn is butthurt.  She wouldn't look at me and is obviously stewing.  She was simply trying to make small talk and be nice, and instead of just playing nice I became asshole incarnate.  Who knows, maybe as Koreans negotiate their love of all things western they'll realize that the exotic is just that, and that Koreans aren't the only ones who have thought a particular group was cool, suave, prestigious, simply because they were different. . .maybe they'll learn one day that Americans used to think the French were awesome for example, and that Koreans aren't as unique and special as they think they are.

Now, I do believe that stupidity is a universal constant, and I'm hoping she won't hold a grudge against me and that her panties aren't in a knot about it.  Still, I'm sure it'll be some time before Ms. Sohn attempts to engage me in conversation. From experience, these types of conversation never end well, and it's best to just smile.  When will I ever learn?