For now I have no photos to share, and I may not for a while (since they were taken on film and I need to get Trisha her scanner very soon), but yesterday we marked the final exam for the teacher training workshop we gave at Wonkwang University. The test consisted of a role play in which teachers were supposed to use a number of spoken-English elements from previous classes. Some amazing things happened, including a skit where one of the other teachers was lampooned with loving respect, and where I (for whatever reason) was played as a gangster killer …
좋은 음악이!
좋은 친구는 다음 카페 있어서 음악을 우플로드 했어요. 그런데 내 서버에서 호스팅 해서 여기도 포스트 해요… 메 노래 mp3 이다… 이것은 미시시피에 쥐수의 노래 입니다. Branford Marsalis 친구랑 연주 했어요… . Mississippi Fred McDowell의 Goodmornin’ Little Schoolgirl 와 Shake ‘Em On Down Mississippi Delta Blues 입니다… 이 노래가 프랑스 말에 노래 했고 검열 같은 이야기 말해요. George Brassens’ Le Pornographe 와 Les Amoureux des Bancs Publics. 프랑스 음악이 떠: Satie’s 잘 알고있는 Gymnopedie #1. Satie의 작곡들이 너무너무 좋아하고 나는 은악 공부 했을테서 Satie의 작곡 같은 작곡을 작곡 했어요. 구리고, 다른 좋아했는 작곡사: Steve Reich 내 재일 좋은 미국 작곡자 이다. …
A Note on my classroom floor… and, A Country With No Name.
In my second kids’ class – the younger class, incidentally – the kids found something unusual on the floor. On excruciatingly cute stationery was written a note from a girl named J– H– to a girl named H– K—. I understood some, but not enough to figure out what was being said about me. However, a friend read it and banished my misgivings with a rendering that went something like this: What’s up? This is J– H–. You heard? Gord, Thai, and John R. are going back to their hometowns [in their home countries]! They won’t be teaching here anymore! …
Refuge: A Didactic Story
Last week my sister asked me to write a story to use at her work. She works for an NGO called the Mennonite Central Committee, which works at international development and is quite respected. The program she’s working in now is really very interesting. It’s called the In Exile, For a While Refugee Simulation Program. They take young people out on refugee experience simulations, complete with exploding landmines, starvation diets, nasty border guards, and long forced marches in awful weather, to give them a better idea of how to imagine a refugee’s experience: take this one awful day and imagine …
Chainsaw Madness
Charlie gave me this. (Link deleted since the site has changed radically. Try this instead. Probably not the same thing, but… it’s fun.) I should know by now that Charlie always gives me weird things, but they still always surprise me. We humans are such a weird species.