Monday, August 29, 2011

the IAAF championships

They're finally here!  Daegu was preparing for these games when we moved here, so we were pretty excited to go to some events.  We had fantastic seats.  Stadium security was making people throw away their food before they went in the door, which perplexed my Korean coworker.  I had to laugh!  Koreans get to bring food into amusement parks and concerts, so I guess they're not used to being forced to pay stadium prices for food and drinks.  Not that they were really stadium prices.  A bottle of water was still less than a dollar.

The highlight of the night was the men's 100 meter finals, when we were supposed to see Usain Bolt show his stuff.  Instead, Bolt false started and was disqualified.  The other runners were visibly excited about this, but the other Jamaican guy took the gold.

The USA did well.  We took the decathalon, the women's long jump, and the 200 meter semifinals.  Winning athletes paraded around the stadium wearing their country's flags, and it was nice to see so many American flags.  The single Korean athlete competing that day placed 17th in his event, but still walked around the stadium draped in a Korean flag and was met with wild cheers.  I was charmed.  Everything I know about Koreans tells me that they consider anything less than success mortifying, but this failed with style and was encouraged for it.
A Korean drum performance

Not the most PC thing to ask...

See the robot that carries the javelin back to the athletes?

Men's 400M

I really liked her.  US long jumper.

Women's 200M

My long jumper doing her victory lap

The star of the evening..shame about the ending!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

DAM

The weather was exceptional today--80 degrees and no rain.  We decided to check out the brand new Daegu Art Museum.

They wouldn't allow photos in the museum, but I took some nice shots from outside.  The art was all Korean, with some nice old scrolls.  The most beautiful part was the museum itself, which had walkways with panoramic views of Daegu.
DAM: Daegu Art Museum

The neat thing about fountains in Korea is that kids can play in them.  

Families having a Sunday outing at the fountain

We end the outing with an ice cream and waffle

Doesn't he look nice?  He's lost weight.  I am actually making him  break his diet with this sinful concoction

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Birth Hotels

Summer is the busiest time of the year for the public librarian (I'm essentially a public librarian for the base community).  When the kids are out of school, they tend to come to us.  To capitalize on this, most libraries host some kind of summer reading program.  Ours involves giving out incentives to kids (and adults) for reading a certain number of hours, as well as weekly craft programs.  This year, the program did really well.  It felt like every kid in the community was involved, or at least everyone who came into the library.  Needless to say, it was wonderful for us to have so much of the community participating in a library event.  Many parents told me how much they loved the program.  It was also very stressful.  I imagine retailers feel the same way about Christmas.  So after we capped off the program with a big party last Saturday, I found myself remembering that there are other things going on in my life, like the little person who stubbornly reminds me of his presence at all hours.  This person  that Bobby and I will be responsible for for eighteen years.  He won't show up for a good twelve to fifteen weeks, but I've started researching babies during most of my free time.  Like many librarians, I like to research every aspect of something before I do it.

I have discovered some interesting things about Korean babies.  Birth, like many other things, is a family affair here.  That doesn't mean the entire family packs into the birthing room.  It does mean that women rely on their mothers and mothers in law to take care of their newborns.  New Korean mothers leave their babies in the nursery most of the time.  Rooming in with the baby was my hospital's "western" option.  When they get out of the hospital, the women go to the adjacent "birth hotel," where they rest, exercise, and generally recuperate.  They tend to stay for 21 days, while mother or mother in law helps with the baby.  After they go home, it's full speed ahead.  Men who cook and clean are anathema here.  I see a lot of younger men toting babies, so I think that men have assumed a larger role in child rearing than they used to have.  My middle aged male staff, despite having children, seem to know little about them.  My younger staff member watches his kids on his days off while his wife works.

Bobby is stressed out about the slipper situation.  In the birthing area, you have to surrender your shoes for the hospital's slippers.  Like all Korean slippers, these go about halfway down Bobby's feet.  I told him to be sure and put on clean socks when we go to the hospital, but he's planning to buy a pair of slippers and autoclave them.  He thinks this will be enough to convince hospital staff to let him bring them into the birthing area.  We'll see!

Friday, August 5, 2011

23 weeks


The weather here has been, well, a little like home. It's really hot and humid during the day, then at night there are thunderstorms. I don't tolerate the heat well with my extra baggage, and I spend a lot of my time in front of our air conditioner or sweating profusely. This Saturday, I got on the subway to travel downtown. The subway is somewhat air conditioned, but it's still hot. I'm uncomfortable enough to toss out my cultural sensitivity, which tells me that pregnant women don't wear shorts and tank tops in public around here. I got on the subway, and the car was full. I scowled at some 12 year old boys, but no one got up to offer me a seat. Honestly, I think subway etiquette is almost nonexistent anywhere in the world, but I became increasingly irked at the Daegu population as the seated people refused to meet my gaze. At one stop, I saw a handicapped boy approach the door. His knees were bent and pointed in towards each other, and clearly standing on the subway would have been an extreme effort for him. No one offered him their seat. Unfazed, the handicapped boy sat on one of the 12 year olds' laps. Why didn't I think of that? I couldn't suppress a smile as the 12 year old boy got up.

We went out and bought a crib and changing table yesterday. We had selected a beautiful cherry combination from the PX a few months ago, and I wondered if they were still available. Of course, they weren't, and we couldn't even order them. I guess the model was discontinued when the new crib standards came out. Having learned our lesson, we bought a nice chocolate colored set. When buying furniture from our tiny PX, it's a good idea to go ahead and get something while it's in stock. Chocolate goes better with our house, anyways.  
Me at 23 weeks (taken last Sunday).  It's not the best shot since you can't see my face, but that's not really what you were looking for anyways,  right?