Dear Folks:
Oh me. I am just too old, or too something. I believe my Dad was right when he used to say I had too many irons in the fire. Let's get a cup a jo for the early a.m.
Piddling Introduction:
I feel like a horse that has been rode hard and put up wet. But, it's a new day, and I've piddled on the computer for an hour or so. Actually, I shouldn't say that. That is my work. I make nearly all of my money by patting my belly and rubbing my head, as it were, just being entertaining. I gather news articles of high interest from the internet and use them in class for study content. So, this morning was spent on business stuff, and I enjoy it.
Master Belly Patter Par Excellence:
Working on the private market, I must be entertaining to retain students. My private teaching is still the primary source of our income, though now I teach a bit at a university, have for the past two years, but South Korean universities just don't have the cash to pay more than a bit (Pittance sounds bad, and is not entirely true.). But it is true that they hold a strong monopoly and don't give even half a market rate for your time, actually, less than a third, maybe closer to a fourth, to be exact, when you count in all the extra time (Oh, Geez, no, not even a fourth, or a fifth, when you add in all the time for grading... I didn't think of that.).
I don't count the commute because I love it, a 30-minute bike ride along side a river, off the road, on a nice rubber path through a riverside park for 90 percent of the way. That's lovely. Plus, Wifey wants me to keep doing just that much, teaching two classes, because she thinks it looks good, something official, to the U.S. Embassy, which despite her having five children, all red-blooded Americans, offers no guarantee that she will be permitted to enter the kingdom (with one of those coveted US visas) next year when we make our grand exodus form South Korea (Land of the Morning Calm) to the U.S. of A., "land of the brave, home of the free," and whatnot.
Land of the Morning Calm:
You know, not to disparage the U.S. one bit (I love my country.), but I like the casual moniker of South Korea a tad better, "Land of the Morning Calm." Isn't that nice? I couldn't come up with a better tag myself. You think tranquility ... mist rising from a still pond in the early aye em, and ... need I say? ... Coffee.... Mmmm...
I don't think of friends in the morning, not in my ideal image of a morning best spent. Rather, I think of tranquility and solitary thoughts, maybe by a pond. Water is a good morning friend, still water, though not skanky and stagnant. Just still for the morning. That's enough.
And friends. Friends and coffee mix well in my mind in the early afternoon. I always liked that time when I lived in Boone, North Carolina, as my daily running (training for 800 meters) duty was done, I had come home, stretched, bathed, had breakfast, and the afternoon was beginning. I didn't like a crowd, and the business people did lunch at my favorite coffee shop, "Cup a Jo's," ... wonder if it's still there...
Coffee Lovers Delectable:
But I would meet with two good friends (two coffee lovers, and lovers, but not what you might call "socially acceptable lovers," as they were both female, and too, juggling buddies, of mine, club passers, also literary buddies, as we all wrote a lot and read a lot, and they did what you might call "the courageous thing" by majoring in English; whereas, yours truly backed out of a masters in English three times and finally did a business masters ... always afraid he couldn't make enough money to support a big family ... and now look! Whudduyknow! He makes his dough teaching "the English." Live and Learn ... coulda done a master's in English and been fine all along... still, I got in four or five master's level English courses in the process, while I was pursuing an MBA), and we would drink coffee and take in the afternoon calm.
College students came in after 6, in bigger numbers, and dominated the night scene. Between 2 and 5 seemed the perfect time for us, and we remarked on that often, "Hey, you wanna catch the afternoon calm?" I'll see you there in a few minutes. My two friends came in a pair, and I always thought of them as such, and now they are broken apart, living separately. I'm sad their friendship did not last.
Baptists Get It On:
I see no compelling need for people to be lovers, not when they can be friends, but I always believe friendships should last, call me hopelessly romantic and naive. To me, sex is good for one sure thing, reproduction. My group, the Southern Baptists are far more liberal when it comes to sexuality, in that we acknowledge the possibility of the "unitive function" for sex, which "justifies sexual relations even apart from the procreative function." (A Theology for the Church by Daniel Akin, p.389)
The Baptist position stands in stark contrast to the Catholics. According to the same page in my trusty theology primer, "Official Catholic teaching has been for years that in every act of sexual intercourse, the possibility of conception must be present for it to be a valid part of a couple's life. Thus contraception is seen as 'intrinsically evil.' "
Two Camps:
It seems that most people fall into two camps on this issue, whether: A) it is OK to practice some for of inherently sterile simulacrum of sex (say, just for funsies, "sport-coupling," if you will), or whether B) sexual expression (anything evoking the mental aspect) should always be authentic in the fullest sense of the word, fully reflecting of every definition of sex you might proffer to the cause -- which specifically, here, would need to include the biological aspect wherein we see a glad and happy "meeting of gametes."
Actually, and I hate to complicate the issue, I do not fall neatly into either category, as I sit on a fence with respect to this issue, though I can say that I lean heavily towards the Catholic position, despite being Baptist. One handy aspect of being what you might call Baptist is that we reserve the right to pick and choose on many aspects of belief.
While I can hold the Catholic position on this issue and be warmly, fully accepted as a Southern Baptist, I could never go vice versa, espouse the opposite as an bona fide believing Catholic, without belying my statement of faith in adherence to the Catholic church. They clamp down a lot harder, the Catholics, and in this one issue, I am glad they do, as I believe it gives greater levity and freedom to my life in keeping very close to their understanding, which would not be so nearly available to me had they not promulgated it so clearly.
Our Bible Readings of Last Night:
Below is part of last night's Bible passage I read with the two of my children who stayed awake during our Hobbit reading. They enjoy the King James, and demand I move to it to get all information, even though our knock-off version (which we always use to whet our appetites) gets us started, in the groove, so to speak. But in this case, they wanted to know exactly what happened to Absalom, the gory details, the nitty gritty, never to be satisfied with some prettified rendition made bland for children who would be sheltered and pampered.
5: And the king commanded Joab and Abishai and Ittai, saying, Deal gently for my sake with the young man, even with Absalom. And all the people heard when the king gave all the captains charge concerning Absalom. 6: So the people went out into the field against Israel: and the battle was in the wood of Ephraim; 7: Where the people of Israel were slain before the servants of David, and there was there a great slaughter that day of twenty thousand men. 8: For the battle was there scattered over the face of all the country: and the wood devoured more people that day than the sword devoured. 9: And Absalom met the servants of David. And Absalom rode upon a mule, and the mule went under the thick boughs of a great oak, and his head caught hold of the oak, and he was taken up between the heaven and the earth; and the mule that was under him went away. 10: And a certain man saw it, and told Joab, and said, Behold, I saw Absalom hanged in an oak. 11: And Joab said unto the man that told him, And, behold, thou sawest him, and why didst thou not smite him there to the ground? and I
would have given thee ten shekels of silver, and a girdle. 12: And the man said unto Joab, Though I should receive a thousand shekels of silver in mine hand, yet would I not put forth mine hand against the king's son: for in our hearing the king charged thee and Abishai and Ittai, saying, Beware that none touch the young man Absalom. 13: Otherwise I should have wrought falsehood against mine own
life: for there is no matter hid from the king, and thou thyself wouldest have set thyself against me. 14: Then said Joab, I may not tarry thus with thee. And he took three darts in his hand, and thrust them through the heart of Absalom, while he was yet alive in the midst of the oak. 15: And ten young men that bare Joab's armour compassed about and smote Absalom, and slew him.
David:
That outta learn'im, durn'im. Enee Waiee ... My wife is very fond of David, of all the secondary characters in the Bible. She says David is easy to identify with, given that he made so many mistakes, and yet she admires that he consistently admitted his mistakes and repented.
Economists Weigh In:
I think that is true, that we make mistakes somewhat regularly, not that they are inherently good, but it is best when we can admit them. And yes, she has a point, David is certainly a fine model for admitting mistakes. I hope I don't make mistakes as grievous as some of his bigger blunders, and I can see how I could be viewed as in some degree culpable for much murder and mayhem, if, say, I were to casually (or gleefully) vote for, or lend support to some popular policies, such as the European and U.S. agricultural subsidies, which economists tell us prevent Africans from working their way out of poverty, as the subsidies keep prices on the crops artificially low, pricing poor farmers out of the market.
Economist also agree that statistically in regard to reducing the deaths due to diseases with a known cause and simple, cheap treatment, nothing comes close to mitigating these manifold, tragic, senseless deaths like the sort of economic growth that transformed all developed nations into what they are today, from their indigent roots. It is difficult to know this (from the dismal science), and continue to support farm subsidizes, at least at the gargantuan levels where they remain, virtually unchallenged in the mind of the masses, where democracy rules, as it were.
Wistful Look:
I walked part ways to my fourth child's kindergarten, along with his big sister and him, I saw them across the big road before turning back (with my baby in tow, in my arms, out for a bit of fresh sunshine this morning) to head for home, and this web log. My fourth child looked back at me several times. I waved. He waved back. He looked happy and yet wistful.
He always would rather stay with me. He goes at 11 or 11:30, when they start at 9:00. We sleep late, and miss out on the first couple of hours of his kindergarten experience, something I regret. He comes home smiling, though, so he has a good time. I need to get them to bed earlier, and I did fairly well this past semester, when the study demands of a computer science course made it impossible for me to mess around in the evenings, but to get them to sleep by 9:30 or 10:00 sharp. I studied in the mornings, 6:00 to 10:00 or whenever they got up, taking a break to take the kindergarten lad. He woke up early and went enthusiastically, largely because I always took him, everyone else being still asleep, that, and he rode on my shoulders the whole way, something he loves.
Retrospective:
As far as I could see him, across the road, heading hand-in-hand with his older sister up the alley way towards his school, he kept looking back.
Looking back is not always a bad thing, is it? Good question. It surely cooked Lot's wife, no? But I think there may be some situations where it is not only acceptable, but beautiful, even in its inherent evocation of nostalgia and melancholy.
Thinking back on Absalom, once he was stuck there, hanging in the tree, it seems there wasn't a whole lot he could do to defend himself, that, or in one believable fell swoop, make credible apologies and amends to his fellow Israelites. In human trust, it just doesn't work that way.
Under the Boot:
Still, I like to see people treat apostates kindly, once they have thoroughly conquered them and have them under the boot, like with Saddam Hussein. I saw no reason to hang him by the neck until dead. But, I do believe it was right to allow the Iraqi people to decide that, even though we caught him in his hole.
Happiness All Around:
Doesn't happiness and love make the world go round a little better? I think so. I wish we had some bread about now in our household; that would make me a little happier. I just cooked a big bowl of eggs for my burgeoning brood, and they weren't too interested. Odd. I ate a bit, and left the steaming bowl on the kitchen table, or as we say, "the chicken table."
Husbanding Service:
I also pitched in and busted out the dirty dishes yesterday between classes, a humongous pile if I do say so myself, to make my wife happy. She's been super busy and hence unable to do so much domestic work here lately. But I like to think of her as a "very good cow," provided your image of a good cow includes some being reliable, calm, persistent, loyal, trustworthy, clean, and fertile. So, I sacrifice my desires and hours to serve her in every way I can. And this formula, while never understood by my female neighbors (where I'm famous for being seen outside all hours of the day, doing all the shopping and assuming all duties in response to care for the children, ferrying back and forth to school, kindergarten, doctor, and daycare ... while my wife is a mystery, never seen, not in 13 years, rumored to be some weird, reclusive, nocturnal incarnation of the banshee-esque sort in these superstitious parts) has served our family very very well. I recommend it highly young men.
South Korean Fertility:
My wife's fertility is one thing she does well, and appreciates, as a gift from God, and basks in the evident glory that is hers in this baby deprived corner of the globe. Here in South Korea, while we have one of the lowest birth rates in the world, the overwhelming majority of us wish it were higher and laud the women who do have more than average. Every day I get "thumbs up" from strangers, along with abundant, gushing compliments for my large family, when I go out shopping.
That, and, the government lavishes cash upon families such as ours. Kindergarten and daycare are virtually free for us. (I had to pay 40 bucks at the first of the year for a materials fee.) Ta Da! But that is merely a reflection of the general feeling of the populace. Many young women are infertile here. Too, many men are overworked, and hence virtually infertile, just too tired to get up the gumption to fertilize their fain, young available wives. (It is somewhat rare that a man marries an older woman in this society. In fact, I know of one such situation.)
One Small Group:
It is one small, but significant, group which jeopardizes our demographic future, or populace as an extant entity (according to Seoul University demographers). Ten years ago, 14 percent of women aged 30 were not married and had never been married. Today, that figure is 30 percent. Huge change in the atmosphere. Of course, many young women complain that they don't like their memory of their mothers up late worrying about their fathers drinking and carousing about at all hours, doing nothing about the house in the way of domestic chores or child care.
Too, they were not stupid ... by middle school, they knew just how much more money the family spent on their son's education, vis-a-vis how much less was allocated for them and their sisters. And sisters, plural is the operative word. If a family has four children, your run-away-rocking-horse-winner of a bet is that it is comprised of three older sisters and one cherished younger brother, the apple of their parent's (and especially grandparents') collective eye.
Lastly, they dislike their memories of their brothers being pampered, never asked to participate in chores about the house, while they had to do chores. And so it is not so difficult to understand how the young women are now thusly struck, impregnated, with a negative image of the married life, at least so far as it includes husbands raised in the South Korean culture in which they, too, were raised.
Women here earn 62% of what men earn for equivalent experience and credentials. America is now above 90 percent, and kind of stuck, leveled off. But, 90's better than 60. Money is money, and includes some degree of respect in compensation, no?
Rape and prostitution are high here, but we won't go into that. That's another whole can of worms, one which greatly bothers many of my fellow expats, those who keep up with those statistics.
One More For the Road:
While many of you may well have followed Ephesians Five "to a T" when marrying your wife, where she recognizes her duty to "submit to you," as head of the family, "in all things," I implore you to not neglect the follow-up verse which tells the man to love his wife as Christ loved the church, giving himself up for her." That's a high standard, dudes, and one, I think, that is commonly ignored, if only for convenience, and the freedom to stick around with one's buddies at the local pub after work for the proverbial "just one more beer, Sam."
Gaping Maws:
I'll see if I can't round up some vittles to feed my yapping brood, fill the gaping maws of my clamoring clutch, something nutritious to keep'em happy while I type away to my heart's content. Sorry, I've been busy lately and neither updated nor read and posted much these past few months, but I took a class in computer science, to get a start on a short certificate program which would enable me to work in computer science, just get my foot in the door, so to speak, and it greatly eased my wife's concerns that I will never make much money preaching, or in any of my "harebrained," private business ideas.
Let's see ... there should be some ice cream left. Two days ago I bought a whole bunch, two packs of ten at 3,800 won per pack, of little stick skewered jobs. Yes! (back from the freezer), I got me a cherry pop, 1.4 grams of fat (cheers!), 21 grams of carbohydrates (good for energy), and 1 gram of protein (don't want to get protein poisoning).
Good Stuff & Ice Cream to Break the Fast:
So, it looks like our ice cream bars about as healthy as you can get, or expect. We're not doing too badly on this count, I would think, which may explain why our children are bustling with health, the very picture of that robust, salutary glow which goes under the banner of hale, salubrious, ruddy, beaming vigor. After all, you are what you eat, no?
Yes, I suppose, if you like to think you are what you might call a "determinist" ... and no, perhaps, if you like to imagine God can make treasure out of junk. And if He can't do that, what good is He? After all, what's creation for if it ain't good?
Love, Padooker
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