Jeffrey Miller

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On the Waterfront

On the Beach

I’m not sure what’s going on in this photo via the Chosun Ilbo. Doesn’t look like too many people want to go swimming. Maybe the waves are too high.

Where’s the fun in this just standing on a crowded beach?

Korean Maemi

maemi

Starting to feel like summer in Daejeon which means summer is just around the corner and the return of the Korean maemi (cicada).

They are noisy little critters.

Korean Wax Figures

Korean Wax Museum

These wax figures are a little creepy to say the least.

The ones we can see all look like the same model was used. I’m guessing that’s supposed to be James Dean in the foreground (when I came to Korea in 1990 a fella could buy a brand of underwear named after him) and behind him, that looks like Michael Jackson, though the hat is reminiscent of Inspector Clouseau. Next to him, I’m guessing that’s supposed to be Leonardo di Caprio but I don’t know about the last one. It could either be Elvis or Evel Knievel.

Creepy. Very creepy.

On the other hand, imagine that the two Korean models were wax figures and that the others were real.

Now that would be very creepy.

 

(Photo via Choson Ilbo)

Ice Fishing Anyone?

Korean Ice FishingAlthough I’ve never enjoyed the fine art outdoor of ice fishing, I am sure this is not the way you go about it.  This photo, which comes via the English Chosun, was taken at some ice fishing rodeo in Korea. Could someone please tell me where’s the fun in all this? And if anyone caught a fish it would probably be a miracle with all the folks tramping on the ice above. I’d be worried about all the holes in the ice, too.

Crowds. Got to love them in Korea.

And the winner is, “Cooking with Poo”

This amusing story comes via the Independent about a contest for the oddest book titles.

Read the story here.

Funny stuff.

Yeah, but what does he know about nuclear security?

Jang Keun-suk poses after being appointed promotional ambassador for the 2012 Nuclear Security Summit at the Foreign Ministry in Seoul on Wednesday.

Does Korea really need a “promotional ambassador” for a major international security summit next year; unless of course, thousands of screaming girls are expected to attend.

At the very least, someone could have dressed him up to look like a scientist or a scholar; not like he’s about to break into a song. Or maybe it’s something like, “I’m not a nuclear scientist, but I play one on TV.”

Where are the Police?

You know, for as long as I have lived in Daejeon, (going on five years) I have yet to see the police pulling over someone for speeding, running a red light, or any number of other traffic violations.

I’m sure it happens all the time; maybe I just miss seeing it when it does happen.

I have seen a lot of squad cars cruising the streets with their lights flashing but not engaged in some high-speed pursuit of a felon or speedster (once I asked a Korean friend about this; he told me it was to show people they were on the job).

About the only folks in a hurry with their lights a flashing and sirens screaming are the tow trucks racing to the scene of an accident.

What’s in a Name: The North Face

Want to buy some of The North Face gear in South Korea but cannot afford the prices.

Don’t worry. There’s always The Noble Face.

What’s in a name as long as the logo is correct, right?

Guts — Are you Ready?

Sometimes it just takes Guts to stand up to the big boys of candy bars.

Are you ready?

Don’t box me in

Woke up this morning to the sound of a tractor being off-loaded outside my window, which can only mean one thing: a new building is going up in the empty lot next to my apartment.

It was only  a matter of time, given this prime piece of real estate for another student apartment building to go up.

For me, I will lose direct sunlight once it goes up and will no longer be able to open my windows, like I have been able to, for a breeze.

I can’t wait for the 6:00am wake up calls once construction begins, the clanging of metal pipes used for scaffolding, the hammering and the pounding.

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