Bunnies...

in the subway? Sure. Why not.

Korean Grapes Are Weird

One of my students must live on a vineyard because she brings me grapes at least once a week. And while I love getting presents, Korean grapes are weird. The skin is really tough so you squeeze the fruit into your mouth and toss out the skin. And there are always 2-3 big seeds in the middle. An appreciated- albeit always messy gift.

Saw "Rent" on Saturday with 2 of the original cast members. They are about 15 years too old to be playing 20 somethings but it was still sweet to watch people on stage whom I had first heard in high school on cd. Sara made a video of it that you can watch here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPcDRcpV0NI). Made airplanes today as our "science" experiment. That was also pretty sweet.

Teacher!!!!!!!!!

Every Monday morning twelve noodles are always bouncing and bubbling over with excitement to tell me what they did this weekend. Playing Nintendo. Eating BBQ. Going to grandma's house. Rollerblading at Olympic Park. After six months my kids are pretty predictable. Except this morning I was thrown for a loop when my twins Eric and Brian told me they bought pets this weekend. Ok, that's cool. Brian tells me he got a hamster. And Eric tells me he got a squirrel. A squirrel? I turn to Brian-who speaks English exponentially better than his brother- and double check. A squirrel?! Brian nods matter of factly. I show the kids a picture of a squirrel from a children's dictionary and Eric nods eagerly. It was the same picture of his new pet at home. Except his is in a cage.
I suppose a rodent is a rodent is a rodent. But... IT'S A SQUIRREL!!!

I just didn't think Korea still had the capacity to surprise me.

In case you weren't sure...




when a road ceases to exist a car will fall. Down...down...down...

And then we ate conch shells

Had a truly authentic seafood dinner last weekend. A basket of clams, mussels, and conch shells were placed in front of me with a pair of scissors, gloves, and kitchen tongs in addition to a very hot burner. We placed the (still living...or so I suspect) marine life on the burner and waited until they started to bubble spit to use the tongs to tear them open and the scissors to cut the meat out of them. Disturbing. Sadistic. Kind of gross. Oh so fun.
Interesting side note: Conch shell meat. Not so good.

Glowing Mud Slugs

Had some fun in a little island off of Incheon this weekend. When the tide went out there were miles and miles of thick, oozy mud to walk on and at night we discovered hundred of these sea cucumbers. They were normal looking sea slugs, but when you touch them they glow in the dark and secrete glow in the dark juices on you. Seriously some of the craziest things I've ever seen. Here's a pretty lame video of Michele and I trying- in vain- to capture on some sort of film these crazy, crazy...things.

Crocs. Crocs, crocs, crocs, crocs, CROCS!!!

I suppose crocs are this generation jelly shoes. But I hate them. They're so unbelievably ugly. I really need to snap a picture of the new croc high heels that are getting let loose on the streets. Here's a familiy that are wearing 3 new styles of crocs.

Where's Waldo?

Hot Mamma!

Seen lots of blankets, warehouses, sidewalks covered with red chili peppers lately.

How I Roll in SoKo

Wine in a mug. Toilet paper instead of paper towels. Cookie dough in a salad bowl. And everything on the ground. Chez Megan is a classy, classy joint.






BTW- my friend Chris is going home for 2 months and being the last cool person in our office, I got his oven during his absence. These are the first baked goods I have made since departing US 9 months ago. We had to make some substitutes. No vanilla. Not sure if we used baking powder or baking soda. Really, really dark brown sugar. And chopped up milk chocolate bars instead of chocolate chips. But either our taste buds have adjusted or we're amazing bakers, because these cookies ROCK!

Awkward Work Dinner

There are 14 western teachers at my school and 8 korean staff members. The owner of my school tries to segregate us as much as possible, to the point of forcibly separating us at required work dinners. The bosses left early at our last dinner and after liquoring up some of the ladies our tables started to mix, resulting in some memorable karaoke, popsicles extravaganza, and soju bombs.