Month: May 2002 (page 1 of 9)

I’m Korean. My family does not eat dogs. I don’t mind discussing the issue rationally, but I’m really getting tired of all the jokes. (They’ve been coming fast and furious thanks to the World Cup.) It’s time to set the record straight.

I’ve been doing a little research. An editorial from the Korea Herald points out that “Many Koreans, in fact, do not eat dog meat and are repulsed by the thought of doing so.” It also notes that dog meat supposedly promotes virility, so it “is expensive and is consumed almost exclusively by men.” In other words, this is not a widespread practice. Columnist Tom Purcell points out that “while we think it is terrible South Koreans eat dog, folks in India think it’s ten times more repulsive that we eat cow.” He also adds that the argument that dogs have personality and intelligence is irrelevent, because pigs are way smarter than dogs and we have no misgivings about roasting them on a spit. And the Asian Nation website has my favorite summation so far: “It’s true that some South Koreans eat dog meat just like it’s true that some African Americans eat watermelons and fried chicken. But [Jay] Leno wouldn’t dare make a joke about the latter but thinks it’s fine to offend Asian Americans.”

Anyway, that’s my rant for the day.

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear quiz whore,
Happy birthday to you!

Well, it’s still her birthday in Canada, anyway. 🙂

Hmmmph. *scowl* The Snook is getting ready to go see his Super-Special Spider-Man Preview for Really Cool People To Which I Am Not Invited. I’m just gonna sit here in my pajamas and watch Days and eat leftover tuna-noodle casserole. 🙁

I like ice cream a lot. Unfortunately I don’t seem to know anything about it. I scored a paltry 40% on this ice cream quiz. How well do you to? (Link courtesy of Kristen.)

This is the Ass-O-Tron. It made me giggle. It doesn’t work so well on this site, but Google looks pretty funny. (Link courtesy of Fredo.)

When I was getting on the train for my interview this morning, I noticed a peculiar piece of graffiti on the station wall. It said “NIGHT TIME CRIMINALS @”. So I looked it up when I got home. Check it out. It’s an actual group for the “urban artists” that display their “work” (i.e. graffiti) throughout Sydney. Personally, I’m of a mixed mind on the whole graffiti issue. I’ve seen some beautiful murals that I really do think qualify as art. But for every one of those, I’ve seen a hundred instances of brainless “tagging” that do nothing but make the community look shabby. What do you think?

Very little posting today, as I’m off to a job interview! Play nice, kids.

Update: That went really well! Fingers crossed…

The Snook’s friend Steve came over for dinner last night. I was surprised to see him, since he works nights at a job calling the States in the morning. I asked him if he was playing hooky. “Nope!” he happily exclaimed. “Memorial Day, baby!” Crap. I’d completely forgotten about it. No, we don’t have it here (obviously). And even if we did, it would mark the start of winter, not summer. Now all I can think about are summers on the lake with my family. Man, is this a depressing start to the day or what?

Remember that job opportunity I was real excited about? I didn’t get it. It was a trainee position at a television production company. I did make it to the short-list of 20 out of 300 applicants, though, so I suppose that’s something. Thanks for the support, guys!

Time to update your bookmarks! Claire‘s site has a new home.