The sudden plunge in temperatures and the increasingly short days presage the end to yet another year. Within weeks, students will have taken their finals, campus will have that deserted feel about it, and elevators will be assaulting us with a dreadful mixture of false cheer and mind-numbing melodies. Yes, Christmas is coming, and the time to take stock of yet another 365 days of existence is fast approaching. To paraphrase a beloved Christmas ditty, it's time to look at the "12 Months of 2008.""In the first month of 2008, my true love sent to me … oil for $100 a barrel." Yes, a delightful st
Part of "Suicide is Painless," the theme song for the classic Korean War movie M*A*S*H, these words might well describe the Korea we live in today. Unfortunately, the "game of life" does not seem to have become any easier, a fact highlighted by the tragic events of the past month. The recent rash of celebrity suicides has once again drawn attention to a number of disturbing undercurrents in Korean society. These include the issue of suicide itself, but perhaps more ominously, the patent character assassination practiced by certain of those dubbed "netizens."The discovery of Ahn Jae-hwan's body
Well, not really, but the guy sitting next to me was from that state. If truth be told, I detest KFC in much the same way as I despise McDonald’s. Fast food chains are right up there with Wal-Mart and Exxon as symptoms of what's wrong with this planet, corporate giants who exploit their workers, customers, and the earth’s natural resources in the name of commercial gain. However, I’m not going to get into a diatribe on the evils of capitalism here. No, instead I’d rather turn to an altogether more pleasant topic, baseball, beer, and BBQ.Over the summer months, after several seasons of trying a
“Passport and tickets?” “Check.” “Money?” “Check.” “What have we forgotten?” “Can’t think of anything.” “Alright, gapsida!” Do these words sound familiar? Do you have a little routine that you go through, either silently or out loud, before you leave on a trip? I almost always find it necessary to alleviate the little nagging doubt in my head that, all appearances to the contrary, something has been forgotten. Alas, sometimes, as in this summer vacation, it happens. For the first time in my life (I think), I managed to forget not one, but two things: my sunglasses and my camera. Pure gen