Seoul Adventure part one...

Well not much of a Dialogue here. I'll be brief. I left Jeju to Seoul for the KOTESOL Conference. Let's cut to the chase here. The campaign of the Great White Huggy Monster continues... I Am Pooh You will give me Honey, Chocolate, and a big hug! Errr well no, actually not, but everybody could use a friendly hug!

Let us start with a Lady so fair she'd usurp the best the Sun King's Palace ever saw.

The fashion of the Young Male Korean Urbanite a combination of the Elvis glasses and a Hip Hop Head scarf. I do admire it, but I doubt I could ever pull the fashion off myself.

And what could be cuter than a little fashion Girl on the Subway- In this case I did NOT get a hug picture. After all she was just a small kid no matter how friendly her mother was to me. However, if I was a nine year old boy, I would most definitely have tried messing with the pink things holding her hair.

Mmm what have we here? - a tall twenty-four-year old lass whose friends were glad to take our picture... the KOEX holds much beauty. And, by my great fat belly I embrace it with an equally kindly returned friendly hugging affection.

The dream of the Beef Eating Monster... What a fatter dream than to rule at Burger King? Why are there no Burger Kings on Jeju! What a tragedy, and how I am deprived the greatness of American Civilization.

No need to fear for your safety on the Seoul Subway System when these motivated Train Policemen and My Own Self are present.

And let us end with a lucky picture with some Korean Five Star famous fellows and my own much more silly but rather unprimped self.

No worries- I'll have to update later with some more of my Seoul Adventures.

The Honest Labor of Innocents; Or, How Pooh later regretted any Mishaps he Erred In the Water Closet

On Friday I happened to arrive to a different setting...



It was a scenes of diigence and happiness and if there was godliness for cleanliness well maybe so as there was many a small angel retouching the earth. Ahhh anyhow it is an idyllic time which makes me reflect on the old West when I was but a boy, growing up in a one room school house and filling the furnace with coal to keep all of us students warm. Ahhh no actually I am much older than that I used to burn peat with the High Lander. Errr no seriously it is amusing how these children clean their schools. But it would never work in the States we are just too far gone. Mmmm so I stopped in and did a few lessons on a Friday. And if I happened to get a friendly hug in here or there well hey long ago when I did a stint in an American Kindergarten I may have even hugged some happy kids too. To be honest I do believe American kindergarten kids are more hug aggressive than there Korean Counterparts... mmm anyhow they're all innocents who've never been to a Bali Nightclub...



Why must the terrorist continue to wreck my disco surf land...



Anyhow at least these kids seem unaffected by the terror done to Bali... Come to think of it I wonder if they even know about Bali at all...



Well as I said they are clever little cleaners ... Would you hire these kids to clean your bathroom?



Hmm this is a picture of the joy of bathroom scrubbing. An honest days work from some honestly blissful children- if only we could all go back and take such pleasure in simple friendly endeavors...

The Ruler of the Roads Of Jeju; Or, How Pooh Was Pointed at by Small Children Stuck to Their Windows

I am still rather quacky sadly but this is the measure of mine own and according to the world I am well as I maintain a teaching job. Practical usefulness in a Public position justifies one as a viable entity, if not perhaps selfactualization as Maslow. Or so would claim a vapid modern man of the post rational. Ahhh I am ok I suppose. I have been biking a lot sad to say and I regret Jesu forgive mine black 'eart but even nigh a few days past I drove the fool, or myself that is.
You see I was riding my bike back from school (a paltry 50 mile round trip ride) and despite the societal laws and rules of good sense I rode on into the night in the dark sans a light. The thing is ahh I got side tracked by ten errr fifteen miles as I errantly decided to take a scenic route. And Knight Errants kind canna ner be faulted for their unannounced Crusades or Adventures. So I was accosted by a Korean couple who spoke whilst driving along side me, "Berrry Dangerous" motioning me to get on the bike path(the bike path is filled with glass, rocks, and sand). I made a sort of Cartmanish sound sort of a whine,
"Ahhh Ahhh Heyyyy ahhhhh."
and moved close by their car while touching it with my left hand- they freaked out and quickly sped away.
The moral of the story is that I am an aggressive goon dog driver, and I watched too many South Park shows. I regret my actions. I do- Really no joke.

It is still a bit flattering- well honestly I suppose my existence on inside their sphere is as if it was pieced by a wayward one- perhaps one of the sons of God... I never did figure out that reference to sons of God in the pre flood days... Was one of those Achilleus, Capaneus, Gilgamesh, and Hercules were these myths based on true heroes who were not quite mortal. I never did get that one. Genesis 6:2-4... It's parts of the Logos like that that most preachers tend to gloss over... I would like to hear a Big ole Baptist Bellower do a whole lecture on his pulpit on that... If I knew a Korean was doing one I'd go and hear him too. I'd have to drag a translator K-Friend with me.

Err ahh anyhow I went off on a tangent I was talking about things of import to me- myself of course. Right so it is funny when I ride so fast sometimes- If I get a tailwind and a sweet extended downhill, I tend to accelerate to the speed of the traffic sometimes faster. Jeju has some mega fatty downhills and when I start spinning on one of these long stretches it's common for me to hit in on 80-90 kilometers- in the 40-50ish mph cruising speed. It is times like these when small children in cars wave to me as their parents speed up so they can drive along beside me spinning like a monster in my 53 x 11. The little ones like to wave with huge smiles as if they have finally met a movie star or Arthur returned from Avalon. Given the speed and the areo tuck I have to maintain to continue such it tis difficult to acknowledge these small admirers- I usually do a nod and a grin- after all they are my serfs and it is my sworn duty and burden to protect and educate them. I AM The Jeju Prince Sir Edward Bear Come from The 100 Acre Wood. And yes I do like Rudyard Kipping- but I don't take all his writs or poem- as dogma. Still, there is something that can be said for the Brits stopping the India peoples from burning their widows alive. As well as Cortez insisting the Mexican Indian Pagan priests stop eating people and having boy consorts. (Yes I did say Pagan. This is not a PC Zone. I like the Knights Templar too.)
"The Conquest of New Spain"... A sad book on well ah a Knight Errants conquest for ahhhh gold- No he was there for his King. And to make them part of the Heavenly and Spanish Kingdom...

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0140441239/103-4787951-9024663?v=glance

Anyhow, Ahh right so the point I am making is I go fast too fast maybe. But Jesu bless and save mine great heart - it'd be a shame to let mine immeasurable power go unused. And besides when we speak of Jeju City travel I am always faster than the cars on my bicycle. As to the country if I draft the slipstream of a tour bus or dump truck: may the Maker's mercy's mention misalign mine most likely mutilations of the most pitiable pavement forced to choke down mine spilt blood. But, I've been trying to cut down a bit on such madness as all would argue such drafting positions are the willful abuse of the driver and the drafter's good sense.
Just say "No" to a daft draft. Or you too may suffer the sudden splashdown.