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    Monday
    25Aug2008

    Auckland University Alumni Thing in Seoul

    For those of you who attended the prestigeous University of Auckland (Ranked 49th in the world by The Times Educational Supplement - one above Korea University) there is a bit of a thing at the New Zealand residence in Yongsan. (And oooooh! Free canapés!):

    The Vice-Chancellor, Professor Stuart McCutcheon, has pleasure inviting you to join us at our Seoul Alumni and Friends Reception as we celebrate 125 years of excellence.
    Date

    Monday 13 October

    Time

    7.00pm — 9.30pm

    Venue

    New Zealand Residence
    1-33 Dongbinggo-dong, Yongsan-gu
    Seoul
    Republic of Korea

    Alumni Speaker

    Associate Professor Manying Ip

    Cost

    There is no cost to attend this event.
    Drinks and canapés will be provided.

    Dress Code

    Smart Casual

    RSVP

    To www.alumni.auckland.ac.nz/rsvp
    By 30 September 2008

    Queries

    To Sunita Harenburg, Events Co-ordinator
    Email: alumni-events@auckland.ac.nz or
    Phone: +64 9 373 7599 ext. 88800


    Eating Marmite and Kimchi: Being Korean New Zealanders

    Associate Professor Manying Ip from The University of Auckland School of Asian Studies will share her passion about the importance of national identity, the tension between nationalism and globalisation, and the diversity as a strength.

    Manying will also trace the profile of the Korean community with emphasis on the cultural adaptation of Korean New Zealanders. Who is entitled to be called a New Zealander? And can New Zealand get racial harmony and diversity right?

    Manying came to New Zealand in 1974 from Hong Kong where her family lived for five generations. With her strong classical Chinese education at home and colonial English education at school, she grew up sharply aware of the challenges of being cross-cultural.


    Monday
    25Aug2008

    Monday Mystery Theatre

    Kim Jong Il - Dead!?
    Is Kim Jong Il dead? Yes, North Korea’s “Dear Leader” is no more, having passed away in the fall of 2003, writes Waseda University professor Toshimitsu Shigemura in Shukan Gendai (Aug 23-30).

    A one-time Mainichi Shimbun journalist posted in Seoul, Shigemura is introduced by the magazine as a leading authority on the Korean Peninsula. His latest book, released this month, is titled “The True Character of Kim Jong Il.”
    If true, the implications are potentially vast. Among them: former Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi’s summit partner during one or both of his landmark visits to Pyongyang in 2002 and 2004 was not Kim himself but a dummy—the stand-in Shigemura claims has been fooling the world for at least five years.
    A dictator having one or multiple doubles is a familiar notion since Iraq’s Saddam Hussein was shown to have deployed them. But Saddam was alive at the time. Kim, in Shigemura’s scenario, was not manipulating a look-alike; he was replaced by one.
    Of course it’s fantastic—but in North Korea, says Shigemura, fantasy and reality are not mutually exclusive. “Japanese common sense cannot take the measure of North Korea’s uniqueness,” he writes. “For example: Kim came to Tokyo six times in the 1980s.”
    Then as now, North Korea and Japan had no diplomatic ties. Kim, then heir to the throne under his father, “Great Leader” Kim Il Sung, apparently traveled incognito by ship. His purpose: to take in the magic shows staged by magician Hikita Tenko at the upscale Cordon Bleu show pub in Akasaka.
    Shigemura cites as sources (without naming them) several people close to Kim’s family. He hears from them that Kim’s diabetes took a turn for the worse early in 2000. From then until his supposed death three and a half years later he was confined to a wheelchair.
    Was the flurry of diplomatic activity in which the world saw Kim engaged during those years mere sleight of hand? The “hermit kingdom” seemed all of a sudden to grow remarkably outgoing. In June 2000 Kim hosted the historic summit with South Korean President Kim Dae Jung. The following month, he received Russian President Vladimir Putin. In October his guest was U.S. Secretary of State Madeleine Albright. In January 2001 he visited China; in August, Russia. In September 2002 there occurred the first summit with Koizumi, culminating in Kim’s admission, after decades of denial from Pyongyang, that North Korean agents had kidnapped Japanese nationals. August 2003 saw the launch of the Six Party talks aimed at North Korea’s nuclear disarmament.
    “Then suddenly,” writes Shigemura in Shukan Gendai, “the pace slows.”
    The second Kim-Koizumi summit, in 2004, lasted all of 90 minutes. Scheduled meetings with other foreign dignitaries were abruptly canceled. Kim’s retreat from the public eye was almost total. State television in October 2003 showed him touring a collective farm, but mention of the date of the visit was conspicuously absent.

    Kim’s family, meanwhile, was in a state of upheaval. His wife died—of breast cancer, said official reports; assassinated, according to persistent rumors. His favorite sister, a high-ranking Communist Party official, suddenly moved to Paris. Her husband lost his post. Clearly something was afoot.
    In the spring of 2006, says Shigemura, American spy satellites succeeded in photographing Kim. An analysis of the photographs led to an astonishing conclusion: Kim had grown 2.5 cm!
    “Recently,” Shigemura proceeds, “someone who was in contact with a Kim family member told me he heard the family member say, ‘There’s been a promise not to decide on Kim’s successor so long as the current shogun is alive.’”
    “‘Shogun’ was Kim’s nickname,” Shigemura explains “If Kim were alive, the family member would simply have said, ‘the shogun’—not ‘the current shogun.’ The stress on ‘current’ seems to suggest that the person in question is someone other than Kim Jong Il.”
    Shukan Gendai asks a government official who helped plan Koizumi’s Pyongyang visits what he thinks of all this. His reply:
    “Rumors of a dummy Kim began circulating after the summit. Some of us said we should have Kim’s voice prints analyzed. But if we did that and proved the prime minister had been conferring with a double, it could have destroyed the Koizumi administration. So we didn’t proceed.”

    Wednesday
    20Aug2008

    One could write forever about the things that people (ex-pats) hate about Korea. By contrast one enjoys hating on said complaining Canadians Americans ex-pats as whining ethnocentric maggots. It's not often that I find something worth complaining about, and I have come to the realisation that my little quandary here is not that I am suffering from cultural difference, but rather a modicum of assimilation....
    So on Sunday I felt like a steak, and I also felt like a bit of SK (No luck there, but I'm working on it.) So SK and I headed to that bastion of all things faux-Aussie, The Outback Steakhouse. Now I would assume that Outback has a lot of foreign clientele in Korea, hence the relative high level of English amongst the wait-staff and the English menus.
    But God dammit! I'm in Korea so I want to speak (my quite passable) Korean. Plus God Dammit! I'm a male in Korea and I want to be paid the reverence courtesy that my gender deserves gets here in Korea! Alas the wait-person who took our order completely ignored me, despite my ordering in flawless Korean, instead favouring my (female!!!!!) Korean counterpart. Even when I correctly interjected into the little Korea-fest going on across the table from me, as to what side dishes I wanted, it was if I wasn't really there! (And it's not like you can miss the portly, bespectacled figure shouting Korean at you less than a foot away!)
    Plus plus God Dammit! None of this looks good when you're trying to impress a girl!
    I would like to put this down to the wait-person going for the path of least Resistance in an effort to accurately take our order, but I've managed to feed myself at Outback on numerous solo missions.
    (And there 's a whole bunch of stuff I could say it was or allude to here, but that would be complaining.)
    I dunno. I guess it's just another one of those wacky moments that keep you on your toes here in The Republic. Suffice to say that I'm one of the good foreign devils over here to teach English (and take all your money / women), it's just sometimes it feels like y'all (Korea / Koreans) are members of a really cool club that won't let me join, even though I do everything you ask of me (and get together the paper work and have a dirty foreigner HIV test).
    Still, the Sirloin was fantastic. (Even if half of it had to be put in a doggie bag for breakfast the next day. cf. below).

    Tuesday
    19Aug2008

    Kowiana

    Radio New Zealand's Asia Report looks at the recent "Kimchi and Marmite" Conference discussing what it is to be a Korean - New Zealander.
    Mp3 here . (10'58")
    Worth a listen.

    Monday
    18Aug2008

    Ill, Pain etc.

    Living alone is far superior to any other living arrangement ever. I am king of my domain, what I say in my house goes, and yes I occasionally do the housework in less than my pajamas. Because I can!
    But ever so occasionally a week like the last comes along and it would be handy to have someone else around, if not to just check you're still alive. I alluded previously to the poor state of health I experienced last weekend. I went out drinking on Saturday night to celebrate the Deskbuddy's birthday. The slight twinge at the back of the throat that greeted me on Sunday afternoon I just put down to said drinking, but by Sunday evening, the dull throbbing on the side of my neck, the lower back pain, the nausea, the shallow breathing and the tear inducing pain when I tried to turn my head pointed to something else.
    Not deterred, and with classes the next morning I went to bed with the hope that it would all pass and I would be fine.
    Yeah, good one.
    I struggled through both Monday and Tuesday like this, the symptoms getting more and more painful. Go to work for 9am class. Finish at 12. Be at home and back in bed by 1pm. Finally on Wednesday I managed to haul myself to a doctor - not my usual, rather the closest, a gruff old man who speaks no English whatsoever, but in whom I blindly placed my faith in through a haze of fever and upon sighting his Korea University degree. (Go the Tigers!)
    The fistfulls of drugs he prescribed after I forlornly pointed to every spot on my body that was racked by pain took a while to do the trick, Thursday was just as horrible, but by Friday - a public holiday and thus free from classes - there was a bit of an upswing in how I was feeling. Finally having gobbled down all the medication I was given by Saturday night I was feeling a little better. At least I was able to stand up without bawling like a little child.
    Last night I was finally feeling up to leaving the house for the first time in 3 days and had a spot of dinner with SK (aren't we getting on together swell at the moment!?). Nothing too adventurous, and indeed the first meal in a week was far too big and had to be put into a doggie bag and had for breakfast this morning. Today I managed to get through the morning's classes without too much hassle, finally got some homework done after a hiatus of 3 weeks, and am back at home without really needing to go to bed. (Though a little nap later in the afternoon might be in order). The lungs are still filled with crap and I think that has something to do with the lower back and shoulder pain I am experiencing.
    But I'm alive.
    Just.