Monday, October 04, 2010

I know too much, and my horses are swift: a nice rambling post about vampires

As it’s Halloween season once again, I think it’s an appropriate time for a discussion revolving around a book I just finished re-reading for the umpteenth time: Dracula. My dad read this out loud to me as a kid, and when I was in the 6th grade, I remember reading it over and over until the cover fell off and pages fell out. It’s rare indeed that you can find a book that you love as much as a 12 year old as you do as an adult, yet for me Dracula is definitely one of the few.

Dracula was one of the many English language books left in the apartment that my cousin George inherited upon his arrival in Korea, and as he wasn’t interested in it (!!) I snapped it up.

Of course, you view any book, however beloved, differently when reading it as an adult, and I have to admit that I’ve been analyzing a tad too much. Let’s see what you think about my train of thought:

In Bram Stoker’s Dracula, the Count and other vampires are held off by crucifixes and communion wafers. Would talismans of other religions have had the same effect? Or had Count Dracula set off east from Transylvania instead of west, would his depredations have been allowed to continue unabated – at least until the arrival of some adequately equipped Catholic missionaries?

Moving on. Are any of you True Blood watchers? I only started watching the show shortly after returning to Korea – but as they show two episodes every Friday night, I’m already about six episodes into Season 2. (Don’t give me any spoilers!!) I recently watched the episode in which the following interaction takes place between Jason Stackhouse and other members of the Fellowship of the Sun:

Jason: I don't know who Lazarus was but he sure as hell wasn't the first vampire. Everybody knows it was Dracula.
Luke: It's in the Bible, moron. Jesus brought Lazarus back from the dead.
Jason: So Jesus made the first vampire? Maybe Jesus was the first vampire. I mean he rose from the dead too, and he told people "Hey y'all drink my blood. It'll give you special powers."
Luke: Jesus never said that.

And this segue, via the reference to communion, brings me back to Catholicism. I don’t know much of anything about Bram Stoker, other than that he was born in Ireland and that he wrote Dracula. I don’t know if he was a Catholic, Protestant, or an Atheist – although I would infer Catholic from his writings.

Now, England (unlike Ireland) is not a Catholic country, nor was it at the time Dracula was written – and surely I need not remind you of the long history of conflicts between the Catholic Irish and the Protestant English – but I do wonder if there might have been some evermore subtler message from Irish Bram Stoker to the general literate British public. After all, only those utilizing Roman Catholic talismans are able to triumph in the battle against evil.

There is only the briefest of hesitations with regard to the use of non-Anglican “idols” near the tale’s beginning:

She then rose and dried her eyes, and taking a crucifix from her neck offered it to me. I did not know what to do, for, as an English Churchman, I have been taught to regard such things as in some measure idolatrous, and yet it seemed so ungracious to refuse an old lady meaning so well and in such a state of mind. She saw, I suppose, the doubt in my face, for she put the rosary around my neck, and said, “For your mother’s sake,” and went out of the room. I am writing up this part of the diary while I am waiting for the coach, which is, of course, late; and the crucifix is still round my neck.

Following this tiny episode of doubt regarding non-Anglican “idols” (occurring on page 5 of the book, no less!) all the protagonists cling tightly to their crucifixes…

Food for thought.

I shall leave you with two humorous videos, from Sesame Street of all places – although if you’re not a True Blood fan, you probably won’t understand the first one. Enjoy!



Friday, October 01, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

There's a feral kitten on my bed :-)

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Now if he would just stay there when I entered the room...

Sunday, September 26, 2010

My birthday present to myself

For my birthday on Saturday I took the bus to Andong (about an hour and a half northeast of Daegu) for the Andong Maskdance Festival. In this case, photos are definitely worth more than a thousand words. I've selected my favorites to post below, and you can see the complete set of 143 photos by clicking here. Enjoy!

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance

Andong Mask Dance Festival

Andong Mask Dance Festival

Andong Mask Dance Festival

Andong Mask Dance Festival

Andong Mask Dance Festival

Friday, September 24, 2010

Booming Banyawol

Lest you read my post from the other day and conclude that the Banyawol area of East Daegu is merely a crumbling relic of days gone by, here are some images of the booming side of Banyawol.

Booming Banyawol


Booming Banyawol


Overlooking Banyawol Station Park


Booming Banyawol


Backalley/Booming Banyawol
(As you can see, backalley and booming Banyawol coexist - for now)

Dubious Jack the Pumpkin King

Dubious Jack the Pumpkin King

My friend Christopher Esing has written a wonderful Halloween tale entitled Dubious Jack the Pumpkin King, and it has been illustrated by Mary Manning. It is currently available for reading and viewing for free online - you can check it out by clicking here - and it will be available for hard-copy purchase soon. Also, please visit and "like" Dubious Jack's facebook page! If you're interested in contacting Christopher or Mary, Chris can be reached at christopheresing@yahoo.com, and Mary can be reached at mary.mnnng@gmail.com.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Backalley Banyawol

Today, day three of my six-day Chuseok vacation, started out kind of dreary, as yesterday's storm was still in the process of moving on out. As such, I decided to stick close to home, in case said storm decided to stick around. In the end, today proved to be an absolutely incredible day weather-wise. I used this opportunity to walk around and take photographs of my neighborhood of East Daegu, Banyawol. Being out near the edge of the city, Banyawol is in many ways very laid back, underdeveloped, and decaying - despite the recent arrival of 4000 new apartments in complexes such as Gwen's and the absurdly enormous and overpriced Lotte Plaza. I had expected, after seeing the recent development in Banyawol, that the abandoned buildings I had photographed back in 2007 would've been torn down by now. Oddly enough, they hadn't been. Unfortunately, they had been walled off so that I couldn't get in and poke around like I had done before. Nonetheless, I did get some interesting photos. The complete set can be viewed by clicking here, and a selection of my favorites is below.

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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

A day in Gyeong Ju

Yesterday was the first day of my 6-day long Chuseok vacation. [Chuseok, a holiday commonly explained to English speakers as "Korean Thanksgiving" is held in the fall, dates varying in accordance with the lunar calendar. It's a time for honoring one's elder family members and one's ancestors. You can read more about it on wikipedia.] Yesterday I decided to take a day trip to the small town of Gyeong Ju [see wikipedia], one of my favorite places in Korea. The Weather Channel had been forecasting rain... but aside from about thirty minutes of clouds around 1pm, the day was gorgeous. I took nearly 400 photographs, and ended up with 143 edited and uploaded to flickr - you can view them all by clicking here, and I've posted some of my favorites below. Enjoy!

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Bulguksa Temple [wikipedia]

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Bulguksa

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Bulguksa

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Bulguksa still has their 2007 Year of the Golden Pig decor on display

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Orchids at Bulguksa

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View from Seokguram Grotto [wikipedia]


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Flower fields with tombs in the rear, different focal lengths

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Ancient tombs

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Sometimes it's good to get on the wrong bus.

I got up early Saturday morning, planning to take the bus up to the Donghwa Recreation Area on Palgong Mountain (near Donghwa Temple) for the purpose of riding the cable car up to the top of the mountain in order to do some hiking along the ridge. Well, best laid plans and all that...

For some reason I got on the Palgong 1 bus instead of the Rapid Bus 1. I realized this when, about halfway up Palgong Mountain, the bus turned off the large, well-traveled, main road and turned onto a steep, narrow, winding road. I could've gotten off right then and there, but I decided instead to see where it would take me. The road wound up the mountain, and grew very narrow - to the point that whenever a rare car would approach from the opposite direction, it would have to back up and pull into the nearest driveway to allow us to pass. The road paralleled a small mountain river, and passed through mountain farmland and small mountain villages, before arriving at its terminus: an intersection with a larger road high on the mountain. At that point, the last of the remaining passengers disembarked. The driver then parked the bus and motioned for me to exit the bus. I asked him in my broken Korean what time the bus would be going to Daegu. His answer - not containing anything recognizable as a time - was not helpful, not even when I asked him twice more.

I'm fairly certain that the larger road near which the bus had deposited me and my remaining fellow passengers was the road that connects Chilgok (the northernmost part of Daegu) with the Donghwasa area, in which case, going either left or right at that junction should probably have returned me to an area with which I was familiar. However, being "fairly certain" is not the same as being 100% positive, and as the larger road somehow managed to lead uphill in both directions, I opted for going home the way I arrived: walking down the long, narrow, winding road.

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Taken from the "larger road" looking down at the road I'd come up.

It was a perfect day for a long walk in the mountains, sunny and warm (but not hot or humid), with gorgeous blue skies overhead. The walk down took about three hours - although I certainly could've done it faster if I hadn't been continually stopping to take pictures of every little thing: farmland, the river, insects, flowers, dogs, rich mountain chalets, poor rural dwellings, you name it. The entire set of photos can be viewed by clicking here, although here's a sampling for you:

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However, by far the most intriguing thing I found on my trek out of the mountain was the Yongsu-dong Dang-san. In the middle of nowhere, about halfway down the mountain, nestled in between the river, the road, and some farmland, was a grove of trees. In the center of the grove stood a large mound of stones, surrounded by several flat altar-like rocks. There was also a sign in both English and Korean bearing the following text:

Koreans have traditionally believed in guardian spirits that protect their villages. A Dang-san is a type of stone altar in a sacred grove near a village where the guardian spirit is believed to temporarily reside. In the hopes of a bountiful harvest and the peace and prosperity of the entire village throughout the year, the people invoked the help of the protective spirit by performing a collective ceremony at the village Dang-san each year. It is said that the Dang-san of Yongsu-dong is some 300 years old, and that it originated when two people, with the family names of Bae and Gu respectively, planted a tree and piled up stones at the entrance to the village, and conducted a ritual at dawn on the 15th day (full moon day) of the first lunar month of the year. Unfortunately, the village ceremony, called Dang-gut, was suppressed as an irrational superstition under the Sae-maeul movement, a government-led modernization movement that was spread throughout the country in the 1970s under the former military dictatorship. Currently, only the old trees and the stone structure are left to remind people of former happier days, but the altar has been maintained in such a good state that it provides a precious asset of historical importance.

Obviously I had to explore it thoroughly and take numeous photographs. If you're interested in seeing the entire group of Yongsu-dong Dang-san photos, click here, although I've included some of my favorites below.

Yongsu-dong Dang-san

Yongsu-dong Dang-san

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On one of the flat altar-rocks, someone had left an offering of fruit and nuts.
Before I left, I added a packet of crackers, as that was the only food I'd brought.


In a couple of places, prayer rags had been tied to branches
In a couple of places, prayer rags had been tied to tree branches.

The sign had essentially said that worshipping at a place such as the Yongsu-dong Dang-su was a silly superstition no longer practiced in Modern Day Korea - however, the presence of an offering of fruit and nuts, the prayer rags, and even recently melted candle-wax certainly belie its words!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Matiz, Konglishized

Sometime since the other day when I took photos of the green Matiz
in my neighborhood, the owners had it Konglishized.


sometime in the last week the Matiz in my neighborhood was Konglishized

I took the photo at night with my old camera, so it's not the best.
Here's what it says:

Demon Member
Deluxehon Introduce
V.I.P. hon is truly a worldwidedrand
renowned for itsbritish style and taste,it is
proud of its history and britishstyle and tate
it is proud of its history and itsplace
in british society