More non-sequitor ramblings

For Christmas, one of my student's parents bought me a gift. The outside read simply: To: Lion, From: Jason. I opened the package to find socks. Not just any socks, but colorful Korean socks. Here they are not really interested in the plain old white or black (or even the occasional argyle). Even boys wear socks with cute little pictures on them and a myriad of colors. These socks that I received, though interesting, were, fortunately, a bit reserved. They came from a clothing store by the peculiar name, 'Sugar-Free'. Just like Hanes, they brand their clothing with a label and they want people to know whose socks you are wearing. I am now in the possession of footwear with 'Sugar-Free' emblazoned on the toe and heel. It's nice to know that my socks won't give me late-onset diabetes. I sprinkle just a little sugar on my toes, though, just for good measure.

The socks did not fit my huge monkey feet.

Sometimes I feel like I am in a bad James Bond movie (like, George Lazenby bad). I associate with characters that go by names like 'Grand Master' and 'Dr. No' and 'John' (okay, the last one isn't that strange). I am not making this up, his name is actually Dr. No (maybe spelled a bit differently, I don't know, but that is definitely his name). He is an oriental physician (not because he is Asian, I mean like acupuncture and acupressure) and he has the craziest facial hair--a chin strap of considerable length, but not much anywhere else. Facial hair is such a rarity here, so I'm sure he wears it as short of a badge of distinction. It is odd, to say the least. He definitely could be a Bond villain. I haven't seen Dr. No around, not since his American girlfriend went back home in a midnight run (didn’t finish her contract, just got the hell out). Or maybe that's what we are led to believe.

I am going to play 'Red light, green light' with my students. From what I have seen, the concept is very foreign, especially to cabbies. Traffic laws seem to be nothing more than loosely followed guidelines.

I saw 'Transporter 3'. It is a bad action movie with bad jokes. I loved it.
Frank: What's in Budapest?
Valentina: Goulash.
I was the only one that laughed, in the entire theater. Maybe it was lost in the translation. Maybe not. If Frank asked, 'What's in Seoul?' and Valentina said, 'Kimchi', I still probably would have been the only one laughing. I have a very sophisticated sense of humor. By sophisticated I mean, whatever the opposite of sophisticated is.

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