9:45 - arrive at the office (oops, late again!). Find producers from a US media outlet already having a cup of tea and waiting to start our interview.
10 - 10:40 - get interviewed on the UN COI report and today’s separated family reunions for North and South Koreans
10:45 - 11:10 - discuss the idea of a new Southeast Asian campaign with my director
11:10 - 12 - write and answer emails, update our facebook page
12:30 - 12:50 - Vacuum and mop the office
I love good food, but I won’t complain if I have to eat something I don’t enjoy. In Timor Leste, I was eating three meals a day for a 6 days at a mountain retreat, and each meal was the same as the day before. Breakfast was always bread, jam, bananas, and coffee or tea. Lunch and dinner were always an oily salad, fish, oily greens, and some oily mutton or chicken nuggets, eaten with a mountain of rice. Nearing the last days, it became really difficult for me to continue eating these meals because of all the oil. I would suffice with tea and bananas, or a small amount of the salad. One day we had fresh oranges and they were a TREAT. I felt like Laura Ingalls WIlder must have when she received a bag of oranges for Christmas. So anyway, I didn’t mind the situation too much because I was able to at least eat some things and wasn’t hungry, and it’s ridiculous to complain about food in a country with a plainly visible 40+ percent poverty rate.
And then came the last night, where we had a large group dinner at a restaurant down in Dili, right on the waterfront. It was a half Thai, half Lebanese restaurant, and as you can see, it was quite a lovely evening for al fresco dining.
When the dishes started coming out, I became so hungry all of a sudden. I started to eat without talking, a very horrible trait, especially at a dinner party. Just after I asked to order two more dishes, I saw the largest and fattest rat I have ever seen in real life plodding very luxuriously across the stone floor. It didn’t even SCURRY back into its dark hole.
I did lose my appetite a little, but my predominant thoughts were of the opening scene of Native Son, in which Bigger has to deal with an aggressive rat in his family’s one-room home. And how he smashes it first with a large skillet and then with his shoe. I’ve always loved that scene because of its very real portrayal of anger and hope and helplessness all rolled into one. And what three words could embody Timor Leste more?
My lover and I hosted Christmas Day dinner this year. So much prepping and cooking and eating, with such a happy and joyous company of friends. Our Russian neighbor brought Ukrainian honey pepper flavored vodka, of which we took shots, chased by her homemade pickles. What a great way to celebrate our last winter in Seoul.
Winning Caption: When you\'re stuck keeping the office open for the holidays because everyone submitted their time off before you
- When your friends in the corporate world talk about getting their Christmas bonuses.
- When the entire staff gets to leave town for the holidays, but you can’t because all of your grant deadlines are on December 30th or January 1st.
- When your ED sends out a press…
When your friends in the corporate world talk about getting their Christmas bonuse
Seals probably like anchovies as much as I do.
I’m munching on small, dried, and fried anchovies right this second. Very tasty. Would love a beer with them. Since living in Korea, I’ve probably eaten more than 1 million anchovies. Maybe even over 2 million. They are ubiquitous, tasty, and teensy things that you eat by the chopstick-full.
One of my goals has long been to learn how to really make Korean food, but having a full-time job and having a boyfriend who you love to spend time with is like having two full-time jobs. That doesn’t leave much time for my third full-time job, which is a secret.
So I relax by staring for inordinate amounts of time at lit candles.
I would also like to do what these guys are doing: