It's a silly thing, but I actually learnt that you can see light coming through a piece of paper more easily if you block out the surrounding light. It was explained to the kids as being see-through glasses, a case of false advertising so heinous that it should be punished by death.
Afterward though, I was in the mood for being judgemental withot much knowledge of what I'm talking about, so I was glad to head to an art gallery. It was called the Sonje Art Centre, and it kind of sucked ass. What kind of Art Gallery is content to have the only exhibition it has on a design thing entirely centred on Snoopy? Sure Charlie Brown and the crew are pretty nifty, but Jesus Christ. If your an Art Gallery, show some Art. We did pick up a few more Paik Nam Junes on the seen list. I tried to explain them, despite knowing almost nothing about them, to my relatives, but my attitude soured a little when one said that she though modern art was a con. Then again, Jareds explanation of why Rothko = Affecting was terrible. I do like quicksand, but I still need more.
The next day, I made a creepy finger out of plaster. That quite pleased me, because I like to freak people out. This kind of backfired me in the sense that I was the one so scared at the end of the day that I could hardly sit still in a car without feeling woozy. I think it's pretty much clear that I'm afraid of heights. I'm also a neurotic dude in general. This makes a giant swinging spinning claw a terrible place to find this out. Seriously, I was thinking about labour economics in terms of the Writers strike in America in order to calm me down from the CONSTANT SPINNING AND SWINGING ABOVE THE GROUND, but this just made me repress my terror until I got off the ride. I made a reference to the song "To live and die in LA" and then I bit Mia. I was a little confused.
I was a little bit more confused as we made our way to an end of year performance by a bunch of preschoolers. It was a fucking extravaganza. 20 different constumes, skits, choreography and a bunch of other tacky nonsense made for a difficult to understand spectacle of ridiculous proportions. They danced, they grooved and they stood motionlessly, struck dumb by the fright of stage. They all did a splendid job, and although I felt sorry for the kids, we got to eat some Galbi and it was goddamn delicious.
Korea for me is a country that I have mixed emotions about staying in. On one hand, everything is utterly, utterly aimed at satisfying Korean people. This means that I have everything that I have grown up with and find comfortable around me, and not only that, I get to be part of the majority. The feeling of being the majority is so different to living as a minority that when I hit Korea it was strange how strongly I felt it. However, Korea kind of sucks. It's full of bigots, idiots and bastards. Now, this is normal, but it feels like that they're less criticised here than in Australia and that is not allowed. Also, I hate nationalism, and Korea is the fucking world capital.
Going to Bulguksa again was as soothing as I expected it to be. It was raining, which added to the scenery but not my comfort. It's just a gorgeous open place. The courtyards and kept, styled gardens give a sense of space and security at the same time. Now, I'm not a fan of buddhism but they knew how to build to give a sense of peace and as a contrast to the hustle, bustle and more hustle of Seoul, it's an immediate relief. We went up to see Seokguram as well, a cave with a buddha in it. It radiates something that hit me as soon as I see it. I hope it's not, you know, radiation. People get sickness from that.
That was my post. A big palace, an area full of nice little shops and more shopping is to come. Then skiing, then we return. With duty free Alcohol. WOO! ^__^
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