Saturday, October 30, 2004

Note

Dear friends,

If you've read the preceding post, please read it again. I had to post it in pieces since I didn't want to lose my connection to the Blogger server. Then I had to correct a number of errors. Enjoy!

Bongwon-sa Buddhist Temple and Grounds


A building in the Bongwon-sa Buddhist Temple complex. Posted by Hello

Today was such a happy day! Today I had the priviledge of going to Bongwon-sa Buddhist Temple with Ian. (Actually, the "B" in "Bongwon-sa" is a "P," but since a "B" is used in the Moon Handbook for South Korea, I've kept the spelling.) Ian's cousin Eun Juhng went with us, and we enjoyed her company again. It was well that she was with us, too: we would have taken much longer to find the place without her. According to the Moon Handbook, this temple is the home of the Taego sect of Korean Buddhism, a sect that "allows priests to marry." Bongwon-sa is home to "Human Cultural Assets" #'s 48 and 50. I was surprised and amused to see this adaptation of the "National Treasure" number system to people! The "Head Abbot" and "Second Priest," respectively, are masters of a traditional kind of mural painting, and of chant. The temple and grounds, as you will see, are true places of human culture and civilization. Each of the buildings, including the one pictured above, was beatifully and colorfully painted. As a side note: Koreans, especially the women, dress in bright colors; I wish my boring fellow Canadians in their earth-tones would take note! (Not that earth tones are all bad, of course!)

My first impression of the temple grounds was of all the houses that are clustered around them. After that, many white and grey statues met our eyes. Here are some of the former:


A Buddha-to-be (one hopes!) Posted by Hello

And here are Ian and his cousin Eun Juhng in front of a secondary prayer hall.


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This beautiful pagoda was decorated with a bunch of small, free-standing Buddha statues near the bottom; you should be just able to see them. The situation of the pagoda amidst nature may remind you of the palaces I visited earlier, where nature and building are part of a harmonious whole. (For a hyperlinked list of palaces and other sites, please click on "Best of Hifromseoul" on the sidebar under the archives.)


Pagoda in Autumn. Posted by Hello

Today, for the first time here, I went in, as opposed to only looking in, a Buddhist prayer hall. Unfortunately, the main prayer hall was somewhat inaccessible due to construction (there was even a backhoe!). However, whatever disappointments existed on that score were more than made up by my experience in this room. Interestingly, the "Hall of the 3000 Buddhas" was a long-room structure: i.e., the entrance was in one of the short ends of the rectangle. Every single temple building and palace throne-room that I have seen here has been a broad-room structure. This prayer hall, however dates to the 20th century. I enjoyed the silence and the darkness of the room, and the company of thousands. It is a beatiful and holy place.

I'd like to reflect a little on some of the religious similarities and differences between Buddhism and Catholicism and its children in a future post. Stay tuned.


The Hall of the 3000 BuddhasPosted by Hello


Just some of those 3000 Buddhas! Posted by Hello

Behind the temple grounds proper is a series of mountains, the lower one of which we went hiking up today on a rocky, but well-maintained, trail. The temperature was warm, and the leaves on the trees are changing their colors at this time of year. In short, it was a lovely little hike. At the top of the little mountain there was a ridge-path that went to the other mountains. We followed one direction for a short while, and came across many people, old and young. We were passed by quite a few young women joggers with spandex shorts, killer legs, and tiny ponytails! The path went down for a couple of minutes, and then we were in a place with many people. There were all sorts of people: ajummas (old ladies well-known by this title), and older gentlemen. The ajummas were sitting on benches with their beloved but silly face visors, talking to each other happily. There were children and parents and pet dogs. The gentlemen were playing games:


Gentlemen playing Paduk, a traditional Korean game. Posted by Hello


Janggi, Korean chess. Apparently it's very similar to one of the Chinese chess variations. Posted by Hello

Finally, there were physical as well as environmental exercises going on up there, and the picture below shows only part of a fairly substantial outdoor gym!


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Only in Korea, one might think with a laugh, would an outdoor gym for laypeople be held on the top of a small mountain behind a Buddhist temple! While this certainly is somewhat amusing, it points to the high degree of culture prevalent in Korean Buddhism. It points also to a holistic view of life. Here you see physical, mental, aesthetic, and spiritual exercise being practiced by all generations. I greatly admire the people and the culture that could produce an institution like this in which to live their ideals.

Friday, October 29, 2004

Anakin Skywalker

Today I discovered, quite by accident, that my review of the re-released Star Wars DVD set was posted on amazon.com after all. A few weeks ago, I had tried to submit the review several times, but I kept getting error messages, and so gave up. I regret the fact that the grammar leaves a bit to be desired, but my good friends will, I hope, forgive me, as they have been doing ever since I started this blog. Anyway, why not read the review and cast a positive vote for it (i.e. the review)? Don't wait, because the addition of new reviews might change the locations of the old ones; to find it, scroll down, and look for my real name. You'll need an amazon.com account to vote, but if you have one, come along and be part of my little crusade to restore the original ghostly Anakin! Thanks!

The Best of Hifromseoul

On this page you will find a summary of essential places I've been to, and experiences I've had, in South Korea. For those of you arriving on the date of this posting, you may note that is permanently linked to on the sidebar under the archives. I will continue to update this page with similar material as I create it. Those looking for pictures will find pictures on each of the palaces and temples I've visited, although there are more on some than others.

1. Seoul Impressions in Words

First Impressions of Seoul
Further Impressions

2. Seeing the Sites in Pictures:
A. My in-Seoul Experiences in Pictures & Words


Changgyeonggung Palace
Changgyeonggung Palace, Part II
Jongmyo Royal Shrine (adj. to Changgyeonggung)
Deoksugung Palace
Deoksugung Palace: A Pictorial Update
Changdeokgung Palace
Gyeongbokgung Palace
Gyeongbokgung Palace, Part II
Dongsipjakak: Gyeongbokgung's Watchtower
Unhyeongung
The Presidential Palace
Eewhajang: The Home of South Korea's First President
Yonsei University
Sogang University
Kansong Art Museum
The COEX Aquarium
Bongeunsa Buddhist Temple (no pictures)
Bongeunsa Buddhist Temple(pictures of statue only)
Bongwon-sa Buddhist Temple and Grounds
Doseon-sa Buddhist Temple
Doseonsa, Part II: Buddha's Birthday
Hwagye-sa Buddhist Temple
Myongdong Cathedral
Itaewon
Nahksan Park
Dongnimun (Independance Park)
Tapgol Park
Tapgol Park, Part II
Gwanghwamun Intersection, Ee Soon Shin Memorial & Historic Site #171
First Armored Ship Memorial below Ee Soon Shin's Statue
Gwangwhamun Gate
Olympic Park
The National Assembly & Library; Yoido Park
Cherry Blossom Festival at Yoido Park

B. Seeing South Korea outside Seoul

Namhansanseong Fortress (Gyeongi-do)

Suwon: Hwaseong Fortress

Yeoju: Shilleuksa Buddhist Temple & Mok-A Museum

Gangwha Island

Jeokseoksa Buddhist Temple Statue & Thoughts on Religious Iconography

Naksansa Buddhist Temple (destroyed by fire)

3. Living in Seoul: The "Little Adventures" Series

Opening a Bank Account
Buying a Vacuum Cleaner
Going to the Dry Cleaners
The Electrician and the Light Fixture
Getting My Legal Alien Residence Card
Getting a Telephone
No more Heat or Hot Water!

4. Teaching in Seoul

My First Day Teaching
My Second Day Teaching
My First Monday
Teaching on Tuesday
More Experiences Teaching
The Last Day of Term
Starting Term 2
Little Difficulties of an Ordinary Sort"

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I would like to dedicate this sidebar feature to my family: to mom & dad, Missy, and JB & Syvlia, and to my good friends Brian, Ian, Rob, Jen & Lyle. Further acknowledgements can be found here.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Tying up the Day's Loose Ends

Well, I'm about to go out for supper. When I return, I'll finish the preface to the Poetic Edda, and then I'm due to meet Ian for a "coffee" at 9:45pm.

Today while at school (it was a day off, but I dropped in), the head secretary approached me and asked me to teach the Elementary School-Teacher's class. I had expressed an interest in this class, but when I learned that it ran on Saturdays, in addition to Tuesdays and Thursdays, I declined. However, Korea's most beautiful woman has a way with me! More importantly, as she seems to be spoken for, there's a fairly substantial bonus for working on Saturdays, in addition to the increase in pay of two hours per week, so next term I'll find myself teaching everyone from 10 year olds to Middle Schoolers (really, they're High Schoolers, but we just call them Middle Schoolers at our school), to young and middle aged adults. It should be quite interesting!
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And, finally, I'd like to thank everyone for their emails: Mom, Dad, JB, Sylvia, Missy, Brian, Rob, Joel, and Natalie!

Little Adventures: Getting a Telephone!

Yesterday I overcame my inertia and walked down the street, and down another street, and into the local Korea Telecom building. The company logo is an English "KT." I went into the building, but wasn't sure what to do right away. A security guard brought me to a lady at a desk, who greeted me in Korean. Now, I'm ashamed to admit that I still haven't gone beyond my three useful phrases: our Korean language class is still in the alphabet (no easy thing to master, I can assure you--this alphabet makes the Arabic alphabet, with its 30 odd distinct letters, and up to 4 forms for each letters, to say nothing of ligatures--seem like child's play!). Accordingly, I was nervous. When I said that I didn't speak any Korean, trying to make an apologetic face, the woman got angry, and greeted me again--this time very forcefully! So I asked for a telephone connection. Once she knew what I wanted, the rest was easy, and she became nicer. The security guard watched us the whole time. I paid the 60,000W hook up fee, and we all parted smiling with the appropriate pleasantries, and it didn't seem forced, although I'm sure they were glad when I left. I imagine they were thinking, "those foreigners may be people, too, but they sure are a nuisance when they don't take the trouble to speak our language!"

I have noticed that some Koreans do resent my presence here (e.g. on the subway), merely because I am an American--or so they think, ignoring a half-century of American protection that has allowed them to get to where they are today. This annoys me, particularly since there are so many Koreans and other Asians in Vancouver whose English isn't much better than my Korean. On the other hand, I've also had many spontaneous positive experiences with Koreans of all ages on the streets and the subway, and these experiences far outweigh the number of racist looks and mutterings, so there's no need to be too negative. ...Anyway, hopefully we'll wrap up this alphabet soon!

So yesterday the appointment was made. Today, at the appointed hour (between 9 and 10am), the KT serviceman came by on his scooter. The electrician, as you may recall from an earlier blog entry, also came by on a scooter. All pizza deliveries are done by scooter/motorcycle, and it's not uncommon to see rows of them outside pizzarias. Scooters and motorcycles are great, here, because they can ride on the sidewalks, on the roads, and by the curb. They also regularly go across crosswalks on pedestrian signals, in order to make left turns! In short, there isn't anywhere in Seoul you can't get to quickly on a biped vehicle.

Anyway, the serviceman arrived, ascended the stairs to my place, and did his thing. He was very nice, although he didn't speak a word of English (not his fault). He wished me well, and left a card, and left. I picked up the phone--and it didn't work. As I had to go to the bank down the road from my school, I popped in and asked the head secretary to phone the number for me and ask about the phone. She did, and it was working within an hour. So, finally, after more than two months of residence, I have my phone!

My first call was to my landlord, to tell him that the taps wouldn't let any water out! The second call was to my school to tell them the telephone was working. The third call was to my landlord, again, to tell him that the water had come back. I've had the water be reduced to a drip before, but never to nothing. It turns out that if several people are running their washing machines and showers at once, that's what happens. Finally, my fourth call was to my family, using a prepaid long-distance card, and I had a nice talk with Missy and Mom.

Shoes for the Hero's Journey

Today I sat in a little booth just seconds down the road from my workplace and watched as an entrepreneurial gentleman patched up my shoes. They had some pretty deep scuff marks, but, as you can see, he fixed them up nicely, paying special attention to the toes, as is customary here (I was checking out walking men's shoes today!). I'm hoping to take a little picture of the booth soon, but it isn't open everyday.

I could have called this post "New Beginnings," since, now, I have finally got a telephone (more on that in the next post), and since today I began the preface to The Poetic Edda.



My shined-up shoes! Posted by Hello

My Apartment

Well, some of you have asked about my apartment, and you've been very patient in waiting. So, here are some photographs for you. Enjoy! To see a picture of the view from my living room window (much of which is visible from the couch), click here


The kitchen and entryway Posted by Hello


The living room (there's a desk behind the door) Posted by Hello


The bed and dresser in the bedroom Posted by Hello


Oops, my jeans! The movable clothes' "closet." Posted by Hello


The bathroom with acute angles Posted by Hello

The Hero with a Thousand Faces

Note: This has nothing to do with South Korea; if you're not interested in comparative mythology, feel free to skip this post.

Well, I did it! I read, cover to cover, a scholarly, medium-length, ground-breaking, thought-provoking book for the first time, I think, since I read Frank Moore Cross's Canaanite Myth and Hebrew Epic a few years ago. Joseph Campbell's 400 page book takes the reader on an exhilarating and global tour of mythologies from Northern Europe to Tonga in support of Campbell's central thesis. This thesis, which this remarkable man worked on still early in his career, concerns the journey of the "hero with a thousand faces." It's a comparative look at the underlying reality that is reflected the world over in all mythologies. Campbell draws heavily on Carl Jung, holding that myths reflect archetypes of the unconscious. "Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths," he would say. Whether the Hero is the violent Cuchulain of Irish folklore, the Buddha underneath the Bodhi tree, or Jesus on the cross, the hero's journey remains the same.

The mythology of the hero dilineates the pattern: birth (often a supernatural affair), childhood & exile, with the search for the father as a frequent motif, trial & triumph, and return (or, sometimes), departure from the world. In all cases the hero brings back to his society something that only he could find or accomplish; when he returns, he is Moses the lawgiver, the incarnation of compassion, the Boddhisatva. The journey of the hero parallels that of the universe: birth, life and triumph, death, and a new birth of a new universe. When the hero finds his father, he is tested, but becomes one with the father. When the father is the Tyrant Holdfast, (or Lucas's Darth Vader), the young hero kills him (or in Lucas's case, saves him), and assumes the role his father should have had. In Campbell's pantheistic rendering, the two are opposites, but come from the same reality that is the source for all the universes without and within, an ultimate reality that transcends opposites.

In reading myths psychologically, Campbell gets to the heart of the matter, in my opinion, even if he is guilty of failing to understand the various other significances of myth, including aetiology. In fairness to him, he does back away from some of his more dismissive comments in the conclusion, allowing that myth is a multifaceted reality embracing aetiology, pscychology, human metaphysical insight, and spirituality. I did notice the odd error in his dealings with my own field--ancient Near Eastern religions, but they were the exceptions rather than the rule. In any case, Campbell's great apology for myth and myths deserves to be read, and read widely.

I was sorry, after finshing the book, to put it down. Nevertheless, I've already begun my next project: The Poetic Edda of the Norsemen!

Last Day of Term

Well, Blogger is finally working again, and I can update all of you. It was the last day of my first term on Tuesday (which means I now am in the middle of a nice five day "weekend."

On Tuesday I took my 3pm class to the neighboring palace, Deoksugung. The kids loved it! The trip was marred for me, unfortunately, because, while I was taking a picture for some tourists, one of my students took his pencil case and hit another student, Sahng Yoon (note that I'm giving the Korean equivalent of his first name; I have not mentioned his surname). I didn't notice that, and when I did see him he said only "pencil case"--through tears. I thought he had lost his pencil case, but he said he hadn't. It turned out that his finger was hurting, but he did have full movement of it, although it hurt him to bend it. Because I was late to the action, and because it was the last day, I didn't do more than say "don't hit people, Woo Joon," to the culprit. I felt so badly for Sahng Yoon! To top it off, I failed him. He's a really nice kid, and as most Korean kids are, adorably cute, but he needs more time to master the concepts. At least he got a nice, mechanical pencil (their called "sharps" over here); I gave all the members of that class mechanical pencils. I bought the last five of a really nice, $10 pencil in 0.5mm lead from Kyobo, the magnificent bookstore here, and I bought $5 and $6 pencils for the rest. "Sharps" go for as little as 80 cents, if you get the cheapest ones. The students seemed impressed, and as I mentioned, they did love the trip to Deoksugung. I will miss that class: especially Hye In's endearing personality, pretty face, and quiet work, Joon Young's beautiful printing (the world's best, as I always told him), Young Joo's happy exuberance, and the general happy and well-behaved personalities of all of them, notwithstanding that one bad incident on the last day. Young Joo gave me a stuffed animal!

I gave two pencils to my 4pm class, and two pencils to my 5pm class, (and received from the hand of one boy a red rose from his mother, whom I've never met!). I also gave one embroidered bookmark to a favorite girl in one of my middle school classes (my favorite boy wasn't there, but I had a bookmark for him, too). Both were really good students: well-behaved and pleasant to talk to. (Work ethic wasn't strong in that class, but middle schoolers are overworked anyways, so I give them the benefit of the doubt.)

In my 5pm class, I decided that I wanted to reward a few other students, besides the two that I gave pencils to, so I gave three students the equivalents of $3, $2, and $2 dollars, respectively. Wouldn't you know it, but the two girls who got the $10 pencils (which look really "sharp" in the other sense of the word), wanted the cash instead! ;-P Ungrateful wretches! But I learned a lesson the hard way that I should have known anyway: don't give students cash, no matter how small the amount!
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This post is dedicated to my 3pm class, although they will never read it. I love you, kids, and I miss you already!