Friday, October 3, 2008

The Visa Run Part 2

I made it to Busan via the KTX high speed rail from Seoul. I did a red eye, left my house at 11PM on the bus and loitered at Seoul Station until 5:10AM. I got her in Busan at 8:25AM on Friday. In two more hours (12:30PM) I will get on the hydrophoil boat for a three hour ride to Fukuoka (which I want to say sounds like F#%k-u OK?), but it really is pronounced "Foococa."
So this trip looks like a long weekend of stuffing my face with Tuna Sushi! I doubt they will have any left when I leave. Those of you that know me well know that I love my Tuna Sushi! More later!
The Visa Run - Part 1

 

So I go to work today and get a phone call from my recruiter... "Nam Tasa, guess what? Your tourist visa is going to expire on October 12th and because immigration is still processing your working visa you need to leave the country. We suggest you go to Japan for the weekend via the ferry from Busan. this way when you come back your tourist visa will be good for another 30 days and will give us enough time to get your degree verified and be able to send you to Japan again to get your E2 visa. You can go next weekend if you want, but that might cost you more money. Besides tomorrow (Friday) is a holiday and it will give you more time to explore."

 

I get the news around 5PM and begin making my plans around 8PM Thursday night. They were semi-finalized around 10:30PM, but with complications... My flighty boss had to book the hydrophoil boat ride from Busan to Fukuoka, Japan because they would not except my credit card on the internet. I booked the KTX high speed rail tickets myself, and now I need to change my return ticket from Busan because I arrive way after the boat lands in Busan.

 

Well, in spite of that minor hiccup, I went to my boss' house, grabbed the ticket and caught the 11:00PM bus from Incheon to Seoul Station and now have another 3.5 hours to wait before the train boards for Busan. I am not too worried, but will have to force myself to sleep on the train and the ferry so I can keep my head as I travel on such a spur of the moment.

 

Believe it or not, life here this time around has been really awesome. The kids at my academy are awesome! So awesome, in fact, I am already considering an extention for a third year. There have been a few issues that we are working on, but overall it is great. I live in a bustling city by the ocean within nearby reach of Seoul's famous Hyungdae area (made famous for the fantastic night clubs). Also noteworthy are all the great western food establishments walking distance from my house (Mc Donald's, KFC, Outback Steak House, Popeye's Chicken, TGI Friday's, Burger King, etc.) I also have two subway stations within a 15 minute walk from my house, and there is a bus that can get me to Seoul in about an hour.

 

Work is tough in that there is a lot of it and I am working overtime and til late at night, but the people that I work with are so very supportive and helpful that I love it.

 

well, that is it from me. Will write more on my return from Japan.

 

Cheers,

 

Nam Tasa

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Greetings from the South Pacific

Yes it is true. I made the 36 hour journey here from South Korea. I think that the journey in and of itself was one in which I needed to reflect on my time spent. One cannot integrate into a society in one year (maybe one can, but it is pretty difficult). On my departure I knew I would be back, it is just a matter of time. For me, I needed to break away and come back here, but even in coming back, so much has changed that it hardly seems like the same country I lived in for four years.

Don't get me wrong, my experience here has been great; it is just that I need to bridge the gap between two different worlds. Asia and the South Pacific are vastly different in cultures, people, ways of life, etc. The problem is that I have not mastered Korea yet and I want so very much to understand the people, language, and culture very much.

So at this stage, I am interviewing heavily from my present location. My hope is to be out of here in a few weeks. Strange enough, I actually miss the randomness of the country! Not to mention that they are doing an admiral job at the Olympics in Bejing!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Google Transit Rocks!

With Gas prices over USD$4.00 per gallon, and over USD$8.00 per gallon in other parts of the world, Google is once again providing a valuable service to people rethinking the value of public transportation. The new site is called Google Transit. It is currently offered in 11 countries. I have checked out routes to places my aging parents can't afford to pick me up from and it's pretty good.

I like the fact that it actually maps out how far one will have to walk from to get to a nearby public transportation point. The only fatal flaw I see is that one cannot request a map for a city to see how close one can get to their preferred destination. It is still in Beta testing and I am sure that once all of the public transportation companies come online it will become a valuable tool for anyone that wants to avoid the mess of driving in traffic, paying for it at the pump, and having the added nusience of having to own a vehicle and insuring it; especially in states like California.

By all means click on the embedded link above and do enjoy!

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Saved by the bell...

This is going to be one of the most unique tales I have ever experienced, and privileged to retell. It is the story of a middle school bully that was saved from the wrath of Nam Tasa by the school bell. Sometime over last weekend I was surfing an alumni website and posted a "Hello from Korea" message to the forum because some of my former classmates have changed email addresses and we lost contact. About two days later I get an email that reads the following:

"Hi, [Nam Tasa]. My name is [Mr. X], if you remember. It looks as though you have made quite an adventure of your life, an envious lifestyle to be sure. I recall giving you a really hard time in the cruel times of junior high. I would like to buy you a beer or a meal or something and catch up if you would like, sort of my own version of karmic upgrade, a la "Earl". Oddly enough, I live in Incheon. Cheers, Mate. [Mr. X]"

The real question here is Who doesn't get picked on? I admit I got picked on, but back then I thought I was cooler than all because I was in 7th grade, but hung with the older 9th grade hip crowd. We weren't preppies, or the stoners, we were just normal people, but didn't really care about reputation. My problem was that in 7th grade I was protected by my 9th grade buddies, but come 8th grade I did not make many friends and got paid back; it was then that I needed to stand up for myself... and I did.

I did meet up with "Mr. X" last night and he retold me the story that transformed his life. I have no recollection of this particular situation, but it is plausible because it wasn't beyond me back then. The way the story was retold to me was that I was walking the school halls minding my own business and Mr. X thought he would be cool and shove me, knocking my books to the ground. As the story is told, I was significantly smaller than Mr. X back then, but I turned around, dropped everything, put my fists up, and exclaimed that I was going to "kick his ass" because I was done with all of the picking that had occurred. By this time the crowd around us was three deep. Shaking, trembling, and angry I was going to rip his head off, but I never got the chance because the bell rang and Mr. X didn't know how to fight and didn't want to embarrass himself and ran off.

This single event mortified Mr. X and he never forgot about it and never picked on anyone else after this event. In 2008 his New Years resolution was to find me and reconcile the situation in a fashion similar to what the character Earl does on the TV show "My Name is Earl." For the last seven months he has been attempting to Google different versions of my name with no luck. Then one fateful evening last week he logged into an alumni forum from our school and saw my post titled "Hello from Korea." Once he saw my last name he knew it and was compelled to make amends.

Once I got the email from Mr. X I responded immediately. The event was insignificant in my life as I don't remember it, but the journey needed to be done if not for him, but to see the conclusion of something that most likely did occur over 25 years ago that transformed Mr. X's life. I won't forget the meeting and was humbled by it.

I can't say if it would have happened in the US, but the odds of it happening in a situation where we are both living 8,000 miles away in a foreign country at the same time are 1 in a trillion when one considers the timing of his New Years Resolution.

There are many reasons why I am disturbed by this event. I am not proud of the situation at all, it was simply an event where I showed aggression to my aggressors. The only high note that I can take from this is that my defiance against my aggressor transformed his life. Twenty-five years later it feels good to give him the opportunity to make amends and move on with his life.

At the same time it is a lesson to bully's and the people they pick on. If you are being picked on no matter how scared you are stand up to them. According to Mr. X the trembling bravery in which I used to stand up to him reshaped his life and he never picked on someone ever again.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

The Reemergence of Alex

Just when I thought that even my Korean friends had moved on, I bump into Alex in a military uniform at a Hof (drinking establishment that serves snacks). The establishment was located right next to where his Tandori Chicken restaurant was. He was sitting in the outdoor seating section as I was walking home from work. Both of our jaws dropped in surprise, he flagged me over and introduced me to his other friends that are also doing their mandatory year of military service. One of them I did meet before, but the details are a bit hazy as that night Alex woke me up at 1:00AM and begged me to meet him at a hof near my house for food and soju, I had to excuse myself after a little while so I could remember how to get home.

So after our "long time no see" greeting he invited me to sit down and have a cold beer with his four buddies. It was good to see him again. Sometimes it is little surprises like this that reall make me feel good. It was good to see an old friend and have a cold beer with him on a warm summer night. I believe that he mentioned that we would be going to Carribean Bay, a water park inside Everland, where he will be competing in a surfing contest on a wave machine. If all goes well, I might even get wet; that would be a relieve from the warm weather.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

30 Days and counting

I know, I know. I have not been a very active blogger lately. But, as I see it, the stress of some more unforeseen circumstances that I cannot control, and the loss of intelligent conversation (in a language and cultural context I can understand) for several months, have reduced my brain to mush. I need some human interaction other than "May I go to the bathroom please?" just to get out of being in the classroom.

So there you have it, nothing to say, thirty days to go, and looking forward to having a break... Embracing the culture here is not as easy as it is in other countries. In fact, it is, in my opinion, very difficult. My opinion is based on circumstances so I am hopeful that one more year in different circumstances might be different. Let's face it, it takes at least six months to a year to get into the groove. Now add a bit of conflict or things like having your counterparts and supervisor not be able to speak English and you just prolonged that process. I am looking at another contract where the director actually speaks English, and good English, not broken English--And so does the Head Teacher. This is not what I have endured over the last year. I guess this accounts for the high number of mis-communications.

So, yes, I am in the process of negotiating another year here in Korea, but in Seoul and not over two hours away on the very outskirts of the province. At least I will be able to walk to the subway instead of taking a bus and subway just to get to Seoul. Not only that, the population is higher (at least double what it is in my village now).

I am off to bed, but if you have GoogleTalk or Skype please do look me up and talk to me. If you don't then ask me for my Skype In number; it is a Southern California based number so send me an email and talk to me because I need to brush up on my English before I finish...LOL And don't be surprised if seem confused by your big words as I am having a hard time coming up with them myself...LOL

My return to the US is going to be breif. Send emails and make time now or it might not be available. I haven't been there much in the last five years and some of you have been good about taking advantage of my time and many others have not. I encourage at least an attempt to so at least I know you care. 8-)

See you soon!

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Flatulation!

Yes, it is true. Just when I think the random phrases that I have to teach my students becomes really bad, it just gets worse! So this week I learned that the new curriculum has some new action phrases that I will most likely, at some point, teach the kindergarten children.

The new books have this charades like game in it that has a picture that instructs the kids to do something and say the phrase below. The action of the week is to bend over and and stick your posterior out and have the kids recite, "Fart like the skunk!"

OK, let me clarify something. I am mandated to teach the franchise developed materials... Would I if I had a choice? Absolutely not! Why? See phrase above. I don't know about you but when you were in kindergarten do you remember "fart" being taught as a part of the English vernacular?

Oh well there are downsides to every job. I live overseas so it is expected that this become the norm for the country. If anyone knows me, they know that if I can help improve something I will. In the fall and in the spring the academy holds a writing contest. So last fall a big poster was put up announcing the academy's "ENGLISH WRITHING CONTEST." I tried to pull the head teacher aside and showed her the correct spelling, and tried to explain to her that "writhing" means to squirm, but it didn't register and she was a bit sore with me for a week. I tried two other time to fix errors without success; so now my attitude is "Fart like a skunk?" Whatever!

One last thing--Next week Friday we are having another "ENGLISH WRITHING CONTEST!" 8-) I don't know what you will be doing on that day, but as for me... I will be writhing! 8-)

Monday, April 28, 2008

Parrots!

I think I have come to believe that some of my students are not attending my classes to learn. Yeah, sure I have to take responsibility and manage the classroom, but if they don't understand what I am teaching or what they are saying then what is the difference? I guess I would not feel this way if the grading policies were based on performance of the students rather than on what the parents want. Either way, I have found a fun way to amuse myself and take my mind off of many of the various annoyances that inevitably drive me nuts.

This week I noticed that one of my former students that actually "knows" one word of English remarkably sounds like my late grandmother's African Grey Parrot. Every day I walk in the building after lunch to the sound of "Hello" from "Kevin" one of my former students. After the initial greeting there is nothing but the Korean equivalent meaning "I don't understand."

It was then that I decided to train the kids to repeat some new ridiculous phrases that at least make me smile everyday. The only caveat is that they have to say them if they want to get out of the classroom, which all of of the students can't wait to do. So two to three minutes before the end of the class the kids put their books away and have to sit and wait to be called on before they recite one of many parrot phrases.

Thus far, as I walk the halls to my office, I can hear other students passing on the magical phrases that will garner them an early exit... "Polly wants a cracker!"; "Shiver me timbers!"; "Who is a pretty boy!" all resonate down the halls and it makes me laugh endlessly. There is one habit that my late grandmother's parrot did do that I am not going to teach my kids, and that is mimicking the stupid fire alarm that went off quite often because of the family's cooking.

If anyone has some good parrot phrases that they want to pass along, I'd sure appreciate them. Have a good week! I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

My New Business Project

I am not sure if I stated before that My Korean friend Alex (Chung Won) introduced me to one of his friends Park who went to university in Utah. He really is a nice bloke that has better English abilities than Alex and is becoming a very good friend. When I arrived on Thursday from the US he called me in a panic to assist him in translating some documents for a work presentation he had on Friday. We worked on it until 4:30 in the morning and it turned out that my business advice was successful and appreciated by his boss.

Park works for an IT company and one of their customers has asked their company to act as the Local Support Service (LSS) center for Korea. Thus far my role has been to assist in translating some documentation and assisting my friend in selling some things that their company has already performed that, perhaps, the customer was not aware of. It is not a situation that I would want to be in, but have been in before in my many years of business experience. Either way, eating crow sucks bigwan!

So this evening I get a call from him and was invited out for Korean BBQ at "Oose" (pronunciation only) restaurant with Alex to help him with his conference call tomorrow to discuss why his client did not accept their efforts towards developing a website for support requests. Currently the only method of initiating support requests is via telephone and email. After a long chat with him I gave him some straight forward talking points to discuss with his client that will not only help him sell them on the prospects of allowing Park's company to continue to develop the website, but also assist in preventing the company from losing valuable revenue spent on developments thus far.

If my instincts are accurate, I am sure that the client will buy into the pitch and consider Park's companies proposal to develop the website. Either way I am sure that this will be a great opportunity to be entertained until the end of my contract.

All is good here. Send an email when you can or respond to this blog...

Friday, March 14, 2008

AFN i finis nao

Yes it is true. Armed Forces Network is no longer being showed on cable networks here in Korea. This is actually good news since the people that I know that have served in the US military and have been subjected to the propaganda all agree that life without "No Go Joe" is a plus!

Home Again Via Japan

Today is Friday, March 14, 2008. I have returned home to Korea. It was a long trip; I had an 18+ hour layover in Japan. The journey home itself began at 6:00AM Pacific time and had me back home about 43 hours later. However, I decided to get a hotel room in Tokyo as the trip there was so rough and long that I could not hang in the airport the whole time. Even walking around the airport I realized that Japan would be a kick ass place to live for a number of reasons.

First, the people seem very friendly and the women are hot. The people that I talked with briefly were very kind and eager to talk to me. Second was the food. I did not have much of a dinner because I was so tired I had snacks, beer, and a shower and was off to bed, but in the morning when I got to the airport and aimed for the golden arches, I noticed a sushi restaurant next to it. I stood bewildered before the golden arches and the mecca for raw tuna. Honestly though, with a love of raw tuna, I had to choose Japanese Sushi for breakfast over and American fast food joint. After all I am in Japan for crying out loud! Contrary to popular belief, sushi is cheaper in Japan than in other parts of the world. I had a decent meal of 1 pc. Toro, 1 pc. Maguro, and 2 tuna rolls. for about USD$10. This is just another reason to want to live and work here.

My third and final reason for wanting to live and work in Japan has a lot to do with this picture. I know what your thinking... Why? I mentioned this in an earlier email on my first day here in Korea that they had these fantastic toilet seats. Well they have them in Japan too and I had to try the one in my hotel room and I am a better man for it. 8-) Anyone that has ever had giardia or another intestinal disorder that has them firmly seated on the porcelain thrown for extended periods of time can fully appreciate a hands free method of cleaning the general region once "business" is finished. Not to mention the chaffing one can get from repeated manual transactions. Yes, it is true; I had my ass washed and blow dried and I liked it!

Family Emergency PT 2

Well, on Thursday, March 6, 2008 we did get the results I was hoping for. They switched my Grandmother to Oxyfast (generic name Oxycodone) and that did just the trick. OK, she was much more comfortable, but when we went to see her she was unconscious; she remained this way until her death on Friday, March 7, 2008 at 3:16AM. This was the first time I have ever seen a loved one die over a period of a week and it was surreal; I am not saying I enjoyed this by any stretch of the imagination, but it was weird.

I know my Grandmother loved me, it was obvious even as she was dying. I feel that in every visit she recognized me and acknowledged my presence in some way. On Thursday, even though she remained unconscious, she would either raise her eyebrows or squeeze my hand ever so lightly acknowledging or responding to the anecdotal stories I'd recall from my childhood. On several occasions the nurses would come in to encourage me and my family to continue to pray over her and tell those silly anecdotal stories because, as they put it, the hearing is the last thing to go.

My mother, sister and I arrived at the hospital at around 9:00AM on Thursday. We stayed by her side until around 9:00PM, several hours after my uncle arrived. At about 5:45Pm she began to moan an move her arms in the air as if to tell us that she was going. The nurses came in to support us and just said, "It's a part of the process." It wasn't much help and as I watched the suffering it appeared to me that pain was the cause of the writhing so I asked for more Oxyfast to be administered. This helped to calm her down again.

When the writhing began I made a quick call to my uncle to inform him that it appeared that she was going fast, the nurses called him too to confirm my suspicions; he arrived around 30 minutes later. We stayed together comforting her for several hours, then around 9:00PM my uncle decided to stay with her through the night and allow us to go home and get some rest. We decided to get some rest and return at 3:00AM on Friday. Like clockwork we got up at 3:00AM and as we were headed out the door my uncle called... She passed away.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Family Emergency PT 1

Well, I arrived. It has been a sucky trip, my grandma is dying and I am here to help make sure she is comfortable before she goes because I was her favorite, and also because taking care of her needs to be a family affair and I am the only one that can bring the family together and lead the effort to look after her health. It would be unfair of me to say that I am the one doing all the work and that is just untrue; what is true is that my family is very fragmented and I am the only one that can communicate with everyone and disseminate accurate information in a pragmatic matter and get feedback so new ideas can be communicated throughout the family so consensus can be achieved to solve the issues at hand.

To be honest, communicating with my family is kind of like communicating with others in Korea. In spite of the excited hand gesturing and vocal intonations, I have to filter out the important words to get a clue as to what the heck my family is talking about so I know how to react. Then there is the fact checking... Which involves going to the other rational beings in the family that are in the know to get there version so I can draw my own conclusions and make a rational decision and take care of what needs to be done. The sad truth is that the communications concerning my grandma touched 5 people before it got to me and covered three states in the US and my location in Korea. Like in most communications, nobody wants hearse so once I figured out the path of communications I traced it backwards and went right to the origin and worked my way along the path until I got to the fourth person, my sibling, who has a propensity to be extremely melodramatic to the point of irrationality. This is the point where I leap frog the fourth person and go to the fifth person in the chain, granny's daughter, and tell her what I was able to put together from my communications. Person five communicates to person four and relays the information I gathered.

Things have been going quite well though, it is effort, but they are going well. We were able to figure out that my family is sensitive to morphine. Once I looked at granny today, who was going two steps backwards from Sunday, it just dawned on me that her movements and expressions looked familiar. Then it dawned on me that she is on morphine for pain and the familiar twitching and writhing is the same movements I made when I broke my leg in the South Pacific and was given morphine. A few phone calls later and we discovered that there are four members in the family that have had a bad reaction like this to morphine. Since my experience was the most recent, and because I have had medical training and have treated myself in remote areas of the world for things most people have to go to the doctor for, I was able to recall on my training and offer the suggestion of using [*]pethidine, a wonderful option that I was given in lieu of morphine.

Pethidine is a wonderful option for killing pain. My experience with it when I broke my leg was awesome by comparison to the limited amount of morphine I was given before I had the bad reaction. While on it I had no real discomfort, awesome dreams, and found myself in a happy place in spite of the circumstances. It is the least thing we can do for granny; with her organs systematically shutting down, she deserves to go in a happy place. Hopefully pethidine will do just that. I should know the results tomorrow, if we see any positive progress it will be a relief.

Thanks for reading and allowing me to vent just a bit. Honestly, I am looking forward to going back home. The 70F weather is nice, but spring finally hit in Korea and the weather is creeping into the 60'sF so that will be fine with me.


[*] DISCLAIMER: Please note that I am not a medical practitioner and don't have the right to demand the change in drug treatment options, but it is a well known fact that the side effects of morphine are common. My recommendation to the doctors is in effort to insure her comfort. It is up to granny's doctors and health care staff to be aware that there is known history in the family of an adverse reaction to morphine and filter the suggestion given and pursue an alternative course of treatment that will achieve the desired results for the current circumstance. If Pethidine is the best suitable option that will not cause further contraindication then so be it, BUT, if it will cause further contraindication then it is up to her doctors and health care staff to find suitable alternative options that will achieve the desired results.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

I AM IN TOKYO

I AM IN TOKYO ON MY WAY TO THE US FOR A FAMILY EMERGENCY. WILL POST ONCE STATESIDE. I LAND AT LAX SUNDAY AT 0930. SEE YOU SOON.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Austrailian PM - "Sorry Speech"

In honor of the Aussie PM's "Sorry Speech," I thought it appropriate to highlight some excerpts here. It really is a big deal that has prompted emotional celebrations all across Australia. I am really proud of PM Rudd for beginning the healing process for the nation. Without any further adieu, here it is:

February 13, 2008

I move:

That today we honour the indigenous peoples of this land, the oldest continuing cultures in human history. We reflect on their past mistreatment. We reflect in particular on the mistreatment of those who were stolen generations - this blemished chapter in our nation's history.

The time has now come for the nation to turn a new page in Australia's history by righting the wrongs of the past and so moving forward with confidence to the future. We apologise for the laws and policies of successive parliaments and governments that have inflicted profound grief, suffering and loss on these our fellow Australians. We apologise especially for the removal of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children from their families, their communities and their country. For the pain, suffering and hurt of these stolen generations, their descendants and for their families left behind, we say sorry. To the mothers and the fathers, the brothers and the sisters, for the breaking up of families and communities, we say sorry. And for the indignity and degradation thus inflicted on a proud people and a proud culture, we say sorry.

We the parliament of Australia respectfully request that this apology be received in the spirit in which it is offered as part of the healing of the nation. For the future we take heart; resolving that this new page in the history of our great continent can now be written.

We today take this first step by acknowledging the past and laying claim to a future that embraces all Australians. A future where this parliament resolves that the injustices of the past must never, never happen again. A future where we harness the determination of all Australians, indigenous and non-indigenous, to close the gap that lies between us in life expectancy, educational achievement and economic opportunity. A future where we embrace the possibility of new solutions to enduring problems where old approaches have failed. A future based on mutual respect, mutual resolve and mutual responsibility. A future where all Australians, whatever their origins, are truly equal partners, with equal opportunities and with an equal stake in shaping the next chapter in the history of this great country, Australia.

There comes a time in the history of nations when their peoples must become fully reconciled to their past if they are to go forward with confidence to embrace their future. Our nation, Australia, has reached such a time. That is why the parliament is today here assembled: to deal with this unfinished business of the nation, to remove a great stain from the nations soul and, in a true spirit of reconciliation, to open a new chapter in the history of this great land, Australia.

Last year I made a commitment to the Australian people that if we formed the next government of the Commonwealth we would in parliament say sorry to the stolen generations. Today I honour that commitment. I said we would do so early in the life of the new parliament. Again, today I honour that commitment by doing so at the commencement of this the 42nd parliament of the Commonwealth. Because the time has come, well and truly come, for all peoples of our great country, for all citizens of our great commonwealth, for all Australians - those who are indigenous and those who are not - to come together to reconcile and together build a new future for our nation.

Some have asked, Why apologise? Let me begin to answer by telling the parliament just a little of one person's story - an elegant, eloquent and wonderful woman in her 80s, full of life, full of funny stories, despite what has happened in her life's journey, a woman who has travelled a long way to be with us today, a member of the stolen generation who shared some of her story with me when I called around to see her just a few days ago.

Nanna Nungala Fejo, as she prefers to be called, was born in the late 1920s. She remembers her earliest childhood days living with her family and her community in a bush camp just outside Tennant Creek. She remembers the love and the warmth and the kinship of those days long ago, including traditional dancing around the camp fire at night. She loved the dancing. She remembers once getting into strife when, as a four-year-old girl, she insisted on dancing with the male tribal elders rather than just sitting and watching the men, as the girls were supposed to do. But then, sometime around 1932, when she was about four, she remembers the coming of the welfare men.

Her family had feared that day and had dug holes in the creek bank where the children could run and hide. What they had not expected was that the white welfare men did not come alone. They brought a truck, two white men and an Aboriginal stockman on horseback cracking his stockwhip. The kids were found; they ran for their mothers, screaming, but they could not get away. They were herded and piled onto the back of the truck. Tears flowing, her mum tried clinging to the sides of the truck as her children were taken away to the Bungalow in Alice, all in the name of protection.

A few years later, government policy changed. Now the children would be handed over to the missions to be cared for by the churches. But which church would care for them? The kids were simply told to line up in three lines. Nanna Fejo and her sister stood in the middle line, her older brother and cousin on her left. Those on the left were told that they had become Catholics, those in the middle Methodists and those on the right Church of England. That is how the complex questions of post-reformation theology were resolved in the Australian outback in the 1930s. It was as crude as that. She and her sister were sent to a Methodist mission on Goulburn Island and then Croker Island. Her Catholic brother was sent to work at a cattle station and her cousin to a Catholic mission.

Nanna Fejo's family had been broken up for a second time. She stayed at the mission until after the war, when she was allowed to leave for a prearranged job as a domestic in Darwin. She was 16. Nanna Fejo never saw her mum again. After she left the mission, her brother let her know that her mum had died years before, a broken woman fretting for the children that had literally been ripped away from her.

I asked Nanna Fejo what she would have me say today about her story. She thought for a few moments then said that what I should say today was that all mothers are important. And she added: Families - keeping them together is very important. It's a good thing that you are surrounded by love and that love is passed down the generations. That's what gives you happiness.

As I left, later on, Nanna Fejo took one of my staff aside, wanting to make sure that I was not too hard on the Aboriginal stockman who had hunted those kids down all those years ago. The stockman had found her again decades later, this time himself to say, Sorry. And remarkably, extraordinarily, she had forgiven him.

Nanna Fejo's is just one story.

There are thousands, tens of thousands of them: stories of forced separation of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children from their mums and dads over the better part of a century.

Some of these stories are graphically told in Bringing them home, the report commissioned in 1995 by Prime Minister Keating and received in 1997 by Prime Minister Howard.

There is something terribly primal about these firsthand accounts. The pain is searing; it screams from the pages. The hurt, the humiliation, the degradation and the sheer brutality of the act of physically separating a mother from her children is a deep assault on our senses and on our most elemental humanity.

These stories cry out to be heard; they cry out for an apology.

Instead, from the nation's parliament there has been a stony, stubborn and deafening silence for more than a decade; a view that somehow we, the parliament, should suspend our most basic instincts of what is right and what is wrong; a view that, instead, we should look for any pretext to push this great wrong to one side, to leave it languishing with the historians, the academics and the cultural warriors, as if the stolen generations are little more than an interesting sociological phenomenon.

But the stolen generations are not intellectual curiosities. They are human beings, human beings who have been damaged deeply by the decisions of parliaments and governments. But, as of today, the time for denial, the time for delay, has at last come to an end.

The nation is demanding of its political leadership to take us forward.

Decency, human decency, universal human decency, demands that the nation now step forward to right an historical wrong. That is what we are doing in this place today.

But should there still be doubts as to why we must now act, let the parliament reflect for a moment on the following facts: that, between 1910 and 1970, between 10 and 30 per cent of indigenous children were forcibly taken from their mothers and fathers; that, as a result, up to 50,000 children were forcibly taken from their families; that this was the product of the deliberate, calculated policies of the state as reflected in the explicit powers given to them under statute; that this policy was taken to such extremes by some in administrative authority that the forced extractions of children of so-called mixed lineage were seen as part of a broader policy of dealing with the problem of the Aboriginal population.

One of the most notorious examples of this approach was from the Northern Territory Protector of Natives, who stated:

"Generally by the fifth and invariably by the sixth generation, all native characteristics of the Australian Aborigine are eradicated. The problem of our half-castes" - to quote the protector - "will quickly be eliminated by the complete disappearance of the black race, and the swift submergence of their progeny in the white."

The Western Australian Protector of Natives expressed not dissimilar views, expounding them at length in Canberra in 1937 at the first national conference on indigenous affairs that brought together the Commonwealth and state protectors of natives.

These are uncomfortable things to be brought out into the light. They are not pleasant. They are profoundly disturbing.

But we must acknowledge these facts if we are to deal once and for all with the argument that the policy of generic forced separation was somehow well motivated, justified by its historical context and, as a result, unworthy of any apology today.

Then we come to the argument of intergenerational responsibility, also used by some to argue against giving an apology today.

But let us remember the fact that the forced removal of Aboriginal children was happening as late as the early 1970s.

The 1970s is not exactly a point in remote antiquity. There are still serving members of this parliament who were first elected to this place in the early 1970s.

It is well within the adult memory span of many of us.

The uncomfortable truth for us all is that the parliaments of the nation, individually and collectively, enacted statutes and delegated authority under those statutes that made the forced removal of children on racial grounds fully lawful.

There is a further reason for an apology as well: it is that reconciliation is in fact an expression of a core value of our nation - and that value is a fair go for all.

There is a deep and abiding belief in the Australian community that, for the stolen generations, there was no fair go at all.

There is a pretty basic Aussie belief that says that it is time to put right this most outrageous of wrongs.

It is for these reasons, quite apart from concerns of fundamental human decency, that the governments and parliaments of this nation must make this apology - because, put simply, the laws that our parliaments enacted made the stolen generations possible.

We, the parliaments of the nation, are ultimately responsible, not those who gave effect to our laws. And the problem lay with the laws themselves.

As has been said of settler societies elsewhere, we are the bearers of many blessings from our ancestors; therefore we must also be the bearer of their burdens as well.

Therefore, for our nation, the course of action is clear: that is, to deal now with what has become one of the darkest chapters in Australia's history.

In doing so, we are doing more than contending with the facts, the evidence and the often rancorous public debate.

In doing so, we are also wrestling with our own soul.

This is not, as some would argue, a black-armband view of history; it is just the truth: the cold, confronting, uncomfortable truth - facing it, dealing with it, moving on from it.

Until we fully confront that truth, there will always be a shadow hanging over us and our future as a fully united and fully reconciled people.

It is time to reconcile. It is time to recognise the injustices of the past. It is time to say sorry. It is time to move forward together.

To the stolen generations, I say the following: as Prime Minister of Australia, I am sorry.

On behalf of the government of Australia, I am sorry.

On behalf of the parliament of Australia, I am sorry.

I offer you this apology without qualification.

We apologise for the hurt, the pain and suffering that we, the parliament, have caused you by the laws that previous parliaments have enacted.

We apologise for the indignity, the degradation and the humiliation these laws embodied.

We offer this apology to the mothers, the fathers, the brothers, the sisters, the families and the communities whose lives were ripped apart by the actions of successive governments under successive parliaments.

In making this apology, I would also like to speak personally to the members of the stolen generations and their families: to those here today, so many of you; to those listening across the nation - from Yuendumu, in the central west of the Northern Territory, to Yabara, in North Queensland, and to Pitjantjatjara in South Australia.

I know that, in offering this apology on behalf of the government and the parliament, there is nothing I can say today that can take away the pain you have suffered personally.

Whatever words I speak today, I cannot undo that.

Words alone are not that powerful; grief is a very personal thing.

I ask those non-indigenous Australians listening today who may not fully understand why what we are doing is so important to imagine for a moment that this had happened to you.

I say to honourable members here present: imagine if this had happened to us. Imagine the crippling effect. Imagine how hard it would be to forgive.

My proposal is this: if the apology we extend today is accepted in the spirit of reconciliation, in which it is offered, we can today resolve together that there be a new beginning for Australia.

And it is to such a new beginning that I believe the nation is now calling us.

Australians are a passionate lot. We are also a very practical lot.

For us, symbolism is important but, unless the great symbolism of reconciliation is accompanied by an even greater substance, it is little more than a clanging gong.

It is not sentiment that makes history; it is our actions that make history.

Today's apology, however inadequate, is aimed at righting past wrongs.

It is also aimed at building a bridge between indigenous and non-indigenous Australians - a bridge based on a real respect rather than a thinly veiled contempt.

Our challenge for the future is to cross that bridge and, in so doing, to embrace a new partnership between indigenous and non-indigenous Australians - to embrace, as part of that partnership, expanded Link-up and other critical services to help the stolen generations to trace their families if at all possible and to provide dignity to their lives.

But the core of this partnership for the future is to close the gap between indigenous and non-indigenous Australians on life expectancy, educational achievement and employment opportunities.

This new partnership on closing the gap will set concrete targets for the future: within a decade to halve the widening gap in literacy, numeracy and employment outcomes and opportunities for indigenous Australians, within a decade to halve the appalling gap in infant mortality rates between indigenous and non-indigenous children and, within a generation, to close the equally appalling 17-year life gap between indigenous and non-indigenous in overall life expectancy.

The truth is: a business as usual approach towards indigenous Australians is not working.

Most old approaches are not working.

We need a new beginning, a new beginning which contains real measures of policy success or policy failure; a new beginning, a new partnership, on closing the gap with sufficient flexibility not to insist on a one-size-fits-all approach for each of the hundreds of remote and regional indigenous communities across the country but instead allowing flexible, tailored, local approaches to achieve commonly-agreed national objectives that lie at the core of our proposed new partnership; a new beginning that draws intelligently on the experiences of new policy settings across the nation.

However, unless we as a parliament set a destination for the nation, we have no clear point to guide our policy, our programs or our purpose; we have no centralised organising principle.

Let us resolve today to begin with the little children, a fitting place to start on this day of apology for the stolen generations.

Let us resolve over the next five years to have every indigenous four-year-old in a remote Aboriginal community enrolled in and attending a proper early childhood education centre or opportunity and engaged in proper preliteracy and prenumeracy programs.

Let us resolve to build new educational opportunities for these little ones, year by year, step by step, following the completion of their crucial preschool year.

Let us resolve to use this systematic approach to build future educational opportunities for indigenous children to provide proper primary and preventive health care for the same children, to begin the task of rolling back the obscenity that we find today in infant mortality rates in remote indigenous communities up to four times higher than in other communities.

None of this will be easy. Most of it will be hard, very hard. But none of it is impossible, and all of it is achievable with clear goals, clear thinking, and by placing an absolute premium on respect, cooperation and mutual responsibility as the guiding principles of this new partnership on closing the gap.

The mood of the nation is for reconciliation now, between indigenous and non-indigenous Australians. The mood of the nation on Indigenous policy and politics is now very simple.

The nation is calling on us, the politicians, to move beyond our infantile bickering, our point-scoring and our mindlessly partisan politics and to elevate this one core area of national responsibility to a rare position beyond the partisan divide.

Surely this is the unfulfilled spirit of the 1967 referendum. Surely, at least from this day forward, we should give it a go.

Let me take this one step further and take what some may see as a piece of political posturing and make a practical proposal to the opposition on this day, the first full sitting day of the new parliament.

I said before the election that the nation needed a kind of war cabinet on parts of Indigenous policy, because the challenges are too great and the consequences are too great to allow it all to become a political football, as it has been so often in the past.

I therefore propose a joint policy commission, to be led by the Leader of the Opposition and me, with a mandate to develop and implement, to begin with, an effective housing strategy for remote communities over the next five years.

It will be consistent with the government's policy framework, a new partnership for closing the gap. If this commission operates well, I then propose that it work on the further task of constitutional recognition of the first Australians, consistent with the longstanding platform commitments of my party and the pre-election position of the opposition.

This would probably be desirable in any event because, unless such a proposition were absolutely bipartisan, it would fail at a referendum. As I have said before, the time has come for new approaches to enduring problems.

Working constructively together on such defined projects would, I believe, meet with the support of the nation. It is time for fresh ideas to fashion the nation's future.

Mr Speaker, today the parliament has come together to right a great wrong. We have come together to deal with the past so that we might fully embrace the future. We have had sufficient audacity of faith to advance a pathway to that future, with arms extended rather than with fists still clenched.

So let us seize the day. Let it not become a moment of mere sentimental reflection.

Let us take it with both hands and allow this day, this day of national reconciliation, to become one of those rare moments in which we might just be able to transform the way in which the nation thinks about itself, whereby the injustice administered to the stolen generations in the name of these, our parliaments, causes all of us to reappraise, at the deepest level of our beliefs, the real possibility of reconciliation writ large: reconciliation across all indigenous Australia; reconciliation across the entire history of the often bloody encounter between those who emerged from the Dreamtime a thousand generations ago and those who, like me, came across the seas only yesterday; reconciliation which opens up whole new possibilities for the future.

It is for the nation to bring the first two centuries of our settled history to a close, as we begin a new chapter. We embrace with pride, admiration and awe these great and ancient cultures we are truly blessed to have among us cultures that provide a unique, uninterrupted human thread linking our Australian continent to the most ancient prehistory of our planet.

Growing from this new respect, we see our indigenous brothers and sisters with fresh eyes, with new eyes, and we have our minds wide open as to how we might tackle, together, the great practical challenges that Indigenous Australia faces in the future.

Let us turn this page together: indigenous and non-indigenous Australians, government and opposition, Commonwealth and state, and write this new chapter in our nation's story together.

First Australians, First Fleeters, and those who first took the oath of allegiance just a few weeks ago. Let's grasp this opportunity to craft a new future for this great land: Australia. I commend the motion to the House.

AAP

This story was found at: http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2008/02/13/1202760379056.html


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Australia Humbled

Finally, Australia apologizes for over 60 years of abuse, racism, and arrogance. Prime Minister Kevin Rudd appears to be good for that nation! See the video of the apology here. Way to go Australia for figuring it out! After I watched the movie "Rabbit Proof Fence" I could not help but feel for the aboriginals for their abuse by a bunch of convicts that infected their country like a disease only to claim that what they were doing was "protecting" the aboriginals that mixed with the whites.

To my Australian friends, I am sorry. I know we often joke about how bad things are in America, but at least your new PM grew a pair of oysters and did the right thing. I am proud of him. Go PM Rudd!


Monday, February 4, 2008

Happy Korean New Year!

Tomorrow evening begins the Lunar Holiday, which basically means it is time for the Korean Traditional New Years Celebrations. I am off to Busan after work with two foreigners. I will be back on Sunday... Happy Korean New New Year!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Political Temptation

A friend and I have been having this discussion on the separation of church and state and the USA as a Christian Nation. There is a nationally syndicated radio talk show that has a podcast on the net called "The White Horse Inn." [http://www.whitehorseinn.org/]

I found it amazing that Michael Horton, Rod Rosenbladt, Kim Riddlebarger and Ken Jones made some pretty good jabs at the church for weighing in on politics and for historically promoting the nationalistic idea of the US as a "Christian Nation" ignoring the contents of the bible and its revelations.

I find it extremely irritating to spend over half of your life listening to pastors, preachers, and other "Christians" that you thought were believers only to learn that they are just like you...Ill informed on the subject. It is such a shame. "So much for seeking wise council." Let every man read, study, and listen to no one. You are on your own and the church is screwed.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Korean Traditional Gas Delivery

Yep, it's a crazy idea, but when one lives in a country that is quite compact, this becomes quite common. I took this photo in Insadong close to Seoul Backpackers hostel, where my friend and I stayed. No, it's not an Al-qaeda bike bomb, it is a gas delivery bike. To me the concept seems crazy, considering the large number of bikes that ignore rules and drive on sidewalks, but I guess that is legal considering the tight quarters that we live in. Bikes like this do everything from deliver take out food, deliver mail, and pick up trash and transfer it to larger (but smaller than in the US) trucks. There is a tv show on the Asian Discovery network called Hazard Pay, I think they need to do a Korean version of this show and feature this job as it seems dangerous to me! Or maybe it is the ordinary pedestrians that need the hazard pay?

Dream Theater in Seoul

Well, this weekend my friend that I met in Australia that is teaching south of me invited and paid for my ticket to see Dream Theater, a progressive metal band from New York.

I think the reason why this band got such a warm welcome from Koreans is because of the bands bassist; he was born in America to Korean parents. The thing that I am confused about is that their music is so angry, yet wikipedia suggests that he is a Christian. What's that all about?

It seems strange after reading the wiki on the bassist, that my comment to my friend (after we left the show early) was "If this is a glimpse of hell, I definitely don't want to spend an eternity listening to that music." These guys have been around since the 80's-And I've never heard of them. I am getting old and am going to do the same thing as my parents and say... "How can you listen to that crap!"

In case you're confused, the previous post was sent from my cell phone from the concert. It was around this time that the band did one song that had a chorus taken from one of Marillion's songs, "Sugar Mice." This caused me to actually stand up and get really interested, but then it descended back into inaudible noise.

I apologize if you are a fan, or if you are a member of the band. Please know that not everyone is going to like your music, even if you have Christian influences. I am just getting old and did not enjoy your music and the concert was the first time I ever heard the band so I did not know what I was getting myself into.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

I AM AT A

I AM AT A CONCERT IN SEOUL, A BAND CALLED DREAM THEATRE. IT'S MORE LIKE A NIGHTMARE THEATRE. THEY SUCK BIGWAN, WITH A CAPITAL "B." MORE ON THIS LATER.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Seoul's Best 100

Many of you probably have seen this tag on some of my posts so I thought I'd explain what it is all about. The Seoul Metropolitan Government (see link here) publishes every year a guide of the best 100 things to see, do, eat[/drink), and buy while visiting Seoul (or Korea). I got a copy of this small book from my counterpart and decided to take on the challenge of partaking in as many of these experiences that I can while I am here and give my perspective of them here for all to enjoy.

The book divides the Best 100 into seven sections as follows:
    • THINGS TO SEE (DAY TOURS) -- 1 to 19
    • THINGS TO SEE (NIGHT TOURS) -- 19 to 29
    • THINGS TO DO -- 30 to 41
    • FESTIVALS -- 42 to 53
    • FOOD -- 54 to 69
    • SHOPPING ITEMS -- 70 to 89
    • SHOPPING AREAS -- 90 to 100
Periodically I will write a post updating the things I have checked off the list along with individual posts on each item on the list and its appropriate rating on the list (list number).

DISCLAIMER: The views expressed on this blog are mine and only mine and do not reflect the opinions of the Seoul Metropolitan Government. As a foreigner my views are meant to pay homage to all that Korea has to offer in a profoundly respectful and culturally sensitive manner.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Happy New Year 2008

Happy new near everyone. This submission is a bit belated, but such is the story of life. This year was probably one of the most amazing new year celebrations I have had in my life (maybe). Since I had most of the week off I decided that the best thing to do was to go into Seoul and find a party. In all honesty, I decided that I'd be in Seoul for New Years back in September.

With the plan set in motion, I met up with a friend of mine that is teaching south of me and checked into a hotel on Friday night. We spent the weekend shopping at the Yongsan Electronics Mart and Dongdeamun Market. Then on Monday we started searching for a party. We found one at the Bosin-Gak. It's the name of a pavilion that houses a bell that was forged in 1468. During the Joseon dynasty this gigantic bell was rung 33 times at dawn, representing the 33 heavens in Buddhism and 28 times at dusk, representing the 28 stars that determine human destiny. These two separate ringing times signaled the opening and closing of the city gates. Now it is only struck 12 times at midnight on new years day where every year crowds gather to watch a spectacle similar to Time Square in New York.

The pavilion is located on the corner of an intersection across the street from Jongo Tower near Insadong in Seoul. We made our way out of the subway on the Jongo Tower side of the road and were greeted by four rows of police officers lining the street to keep people from stepping off the curb until they closed the streets. On arrival we worked our way through the throng and found a piece of real estate the size of a manhole cover in an elevated planter.

Once we settled in I started snapping pictures and videos of the surroundings. At around 11:30PM the streets opened up to pedestrians and there was a mad rush of pushing to the street. In the excitement I moved with the crowd towards the street, but soon realized my other spot was better and headed back to my original spot. After resettling I started to make phone calls to family and friends around the world and ended up on the Television NY's special, and most of the students at my school saw and mocked me the next day; that was funny.

The video below is of my last 30 seconds of 2007 spent with several millions of people on the streets of Seoul, Korea. It was Awesome!


The funny part was with in seconds of the bell ringing you could see a wave of people making a move to be the first on the subway back home. My friend and I looked at each other and decided that we'd take a ride on that wave and head back to the hotel. The key to maneuvering through crowds of this magnitude is to not panic, and go with the flow. My experience at the International Fireworks Festival a couple months ago helped and we pushed our way through to the underground shopping mall and over to the subway station, which was closed. No problem, the crowd just shoved us out the other side of the tunnel to the street and two blocks up to another station.

Well, that pretty much sums up my crazy New Year Celebration. Happy New Year to all!

Nam Tasa's Chief

Nam Tasa's Chief
The custom dance Chief Caspar and his clan performed prior to Nam Tasa's departure from Vanuatu. This is where and when Nam Tasa recieved his custom name from the Banks Islands in Vanuatu.