The Black Lung.
I'm in Seoul now, sittin' pretty in my apartment in Hapjeong. The last few days have been relaxing except for the ridiculous bitter cold. I think they've got colder cold in Korea. Last night was supposedly 27 degrees fahrenheit but I seriously felt like I could have reenacted the last scene from Titanic with my nuts.
I took my placement test for Korean classes on Monday morning and ended up running into two other fulbrighters who were in the same building taking the class. Turns out there are 5 other fulbrighters in the class I'll be taking for the rest of the month and 2 others, including my roommate, who are taking the class one level above us. Talk about orientation revisited...
So since then, I've just been trying to get myself situated to my new place and also hanging out with people at night for dinner, drinks, and hookah bars. My apartment leaves something to be desired: as yet, there's no hot water, heat, or gas for the stove. On top of that, my roommate has expressed a strong preference for the bedroom, which means that I'm sleeping in the common room. I'm really okay with this, except that the common room contains a grand total of nothing, while the bedroom has a bed, desk, closet, and the only internet connection. We're going to have to work something out in terms of how to split the rent...
Oh right, why the black lung? My body definitely isn't accustomed anymore to the exorbitant amount of hookah I've smoked in the last couple of days, so there's been some trouble getting the engine started in the morning. Nothing serious, just some coughing fits. Next stop, cancer!
And finally, bubbles and hookahs go hand in hand wonderfully. Try it if you ever get the chance.
I took my placement test for Korean classes on Monday morning and ended up running into two other fulbrighters who were in the same building taking the class. Turns out there are 5 other fulbrighters in the class I'll be taking for the rest of the month and 2 others, including my roommate, who are taking the class one level above us. Talk about orientation revisited...
So since then, I've just been trying to get myself situated to my new place and also hanging out with people at night for dinner, drinks, and hookah bars. My apartment leaves something to be desired: as yet, there's no hot water, heat, or gas for the stove. On top of that, my roommate has expressed a strong preference for the bedroom, which means that I'm sleeping in the common room. I'm really okay with this, except that the common room contains a grand total of nothing, while the bedroom has a bed, desk, closet, and the only internet connection. We're going to have to work something out in terms of how to split the rent...
Oh right, why the black lung? My body definitely isn't accustomed anymore to the exorbitant amount of hookah I've smoked in the last couple of days, so there's been some trouble getting the engine started in the morning. Nothing serious, just some coughing fits. Next stop, cancer!
And finally, bubbles and hookahs go hand in hand wonderfully. Try it if you ever get the chance.
posted by Uzura at 9:44 PM
2 Comments:
what was the last scene from titanic, anyway? i doubt you could do what you claim... well, it's a good thing i'm not in korea right now, freezing my bum off.
maybe you should cut down on the hookah.
Why the hell didn't we think of that when we had Kermet? Balls...
I remember being a kid eating a meal in Union Station (you took the train in/out of there) in DC and looking up and seeing a man blowing smoke bubbles. I was probably 10 at the time, and I could not get over how when they popped, the smoke fell. That's how I learned that smoke is heavier than air when it's not hot.
Mom was not amused as the smoke was falling on her, but then she's never been one to tolerate smoke.
-Mike
PS - Thanks for always making me laugh when I get to catch up on your blog.
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