058 – 김치 찌개 « Seoul Sounds
Just the sound makes me salivate.
Cool Blog. I know Caitlin will find this particularly mouth watering.
Apparently Korean iPhone owners who don’t want to remove their winter gloves in order to use the phone’s touch screen have come up with an interesting stylus solution—sausage. Sales of this prepackaged sausage, which can be found in any convenience store here, have supposedly risen sharply. (Source)
(Reblogged from jegidong)
It’s a good thing they found a use for those sausages, cause they’re certainly not fit for eating.
(via fuckyeahkrnfood)
I HAVE MY TICKET TO SEOUL! Yay! I will be there in the late afternoon on Saturday. This is exactly what I want to eat when I get there.
I’m pretty well torn to shreds with jealousy right now.
GPOYW: with @colinismyname at the #smw closing party at kiss & fly in NYC last Friday
honorable mention goes to brilliant photographer brandon king and his photobooth gallery from chrissy & naveen’s prom… i think I enthusiastically posted enough prom photos over the last few days so I decided to switch things up a bit. :)
I started following this girl’s tumblr a while back after happening on something she wrote. I don’t recall what it was, but it struck a chord in me. She writes about life, getting out and doing things rather than sitting around waiting for something to happen—making the life you want a reality. Inspirational stuff.
I wonder if she knows you can see her nipple in this picture.
This bit of graffiti really tickled my fancy for some reason.
The box and the letter.
A little shaken up, but good to eat.
I got a package of chocolates from Korea today—the chocolate Monica made. There was a letter from her daughter that said Monica had made these for me before she passed away. Posthumous bonbons, so delicious, I cried when I opened the box—the note and it’s contents might have had something to do with it too.
“I read your blog post today…You know so much about my Mom, her plan, her dreams…I printed it out and put it next to her picture…I translated it into Korean in case of difficult words which she would not know.”
It’s kind of an odd feeling to know when these are gone, there will be no more. I can say definitively this is the last time I will have these chocolates. How often can you say that about something? When do you know, without a doubt, whatever it is you are doing or eating or hearing will be the final call? It’s pretty rare I think and makes eating them a little bitter sweet. But mostly sweet.
Even some months after being home, my Korean experience continues to grow and evolve.
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I just realized that my birthday is in like, four days? All I want is to eat galmegi sal and kimchi then have a Cass power hour, stay out until six at NB, and get into fights with cab drivers in Gangnam. Instead, I will probably end up at the Olive Garden with my mom.
I found a pretty legit Korean place not too far from my house a couple nights ago. The kimchi was good and I heard authentic Korean people saying “yeh, yeh” on several occasions. It was pretty reassuring, I have to say. Korean meals. They fuck most countries dinners pretty aggressively. Like prison style. Don’t drop the kochoojong.
And Happy Birthday to Ms. All Over. Still not sure about that name. Is it Slavic? Word.
This is tak-dong-jib. Chicken assholes.
Uh, I believe I ordered the large Coke?
You know, I really should have cut my hair while I was in Seoul. I’m glad I was able to go the whole year, though, because some how I find that a worthwhile goal.
And a Motorhead shirt to boot. Jesus. I stand behind the shirt, but the hair is one hundred pounds of hessian mess.
And not surprisingly, I thought the chicken butts were pretty delicious.
Face of the Day | Asian Correspondent
The caption reads, “69-year old Cha Sa-sun, who famously took the driver’s license exam 950 times before passing, took the wheel at a driving hagwon in Jeollabuk-do at the end of last year.” So don’t get down on yourself if you failed say 3 times. You’re still 947 tries away from being on par with this lovely ahjima.
I can remember hearing about this lady months and months ago when I was still in Seoul.
They enjoy the test taking over there, that’s for sure.
Korean lulz of the day: my director thinks I'm fat.
jgh2:
I had to get another health checkup today because my health checkup last week was just a drug test. So they weighed me, lol.
Right afterwards my director was like, “It’s OK, you can lose the weight quickly in Korea, Americans eat a lot of food.”
I think I’m supposed to be offended, but the cultural difference from America - where a boss could be fired for saying such a thing! - really just made me lol.
The thing about this country is, if you don’t just laugh it off, and instead expect everything to be the way it is back home, you will be disappointed. It’s a completely different culture!
So she got me some “weight loss tea” on the way back. Hopefully it dosen’t contain ephedra. Haha.
“The thing about this country is, if you don’t just laugh it off, and instead expect everything to be the way it is back home, you will be disappointed. It’s a completely different culture!”
This is really important. I’m really glad that you have such an open mind after being there for such a short time. Many people are there for much longer and still don’t get it. You seem to be adjusting very well!
To be overweight in Korea must be a nightmare. I remember when Jared, who is not fat at all, was going to start working for a new elementary school and our director told him to get a hair cut (reasonable), to buy a suit (less reasonable) and to lose some weight (totally unreasonable). In the states, that is a goddamn winning lottery ticket. You can retire on the kind of money that will bring in. There was a time in class when a particularly annoying and most likely insane older woman was telling me about how in Korea, when a girl is fat they call her “raddish calves”—i can’t remember the word she used—and the pointed to a girl who couldn’t have been more than 17 or 18 and said “like her”. Bear in mind, the radishes in Korean are of the enormous daikon variety. Think of an eggplant, like the size of, well, your calf. There was also the time I showed a picture of my friend passed out with a flower pot over his head. Never mind he was asleep on a porch with a giant bowl for growing house plants resting on top his log-sawing cranium, all they said was, “he’s so fat!”. I can remember spending an entire lunch explaining to one of my female co-workers that if I told a girl in the states she was chubby, I’d likely end up getting a wrap in the mouth. To her, it just meant cute. There was another time I saw what had to be the most over weight person in Korea sitting on the subway. He was surrounded by elderly hikers who I could have sworn were planning a trek up his north face.
Like the posts above make clear, things are way different over there. To comment on someone’s physical appearance, height, weight, whatever, is totally accepted.
