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Crown J is Gangsta!

8 Dec

Big ups to Brian in Jeollanam-Do for the heads up on this story. I couldn’t keep myself from posting about it.

It appears that Korean and American rap artists have more in common than I thought.

Last week,  K-rapper  Crown J was arrested in Seoul for smoking weed during his recent stay in Atlanta, GA, where he was recording songs for an upcoming album release.

To be honest, this is the first time I’ve ever heard of  Crown J since arriving in Korea a few months ago. He’s released several albums since he debuted in 2006 and also appeared on a reality TV show.

Apparently, the fuzz grabbed him up soon after he arrived at Incheon International Airport and immediately made him drop a piss test, looking for evidence of  “drug taking.”

From The Korean Herald:

…Crown J had been buying the drug from international sources since May 2010 while residing in Atlanta, and shared it with some other Koreans. The police are now looking for further information.

This shit blows my mind.

I know Korea has some strict drug laws, but this has got to be one of the only places where you can get arrested–after the fact– upon returning home, for smoking a couple of joints in a completely different country. Also, I’d really like to know how the hell the authorties found out he was smoking in the first place? And sharing it with other Koreans? Unless Crown Jizzle was dumb enough to record the act and post it on the internet, I fail to see how they would have ever known, that is, unless one of his cronies is stone cold snitch. Check your homies, Crown J, check your homies.

Assuming Crown J is familiar with Korea’s drug policies, maybe the question that needs to be asked is: why blaze up in the first place? Peer pressure? Street credibility? If it’s the latter of the two, he’s going about it all wrong.

If you want street cred in an American commercial rap market, you either have to A. Get shot, B. Get caught with guns in your possession, or C. Be a member of the Wu Tang Clan.

Either way, I feel sorry for the kid.

Here in Korea, he’ll probably be shunned out of the public eye for a while, negating the possibility of a successful album release. In the states, even with a drug charge, I doubt he’ll see commercial success. Sadly, his music just isn’t that good–even by shitty mainstream standards.

But what the hell do I know?

Check it out for yourself.


Kimchi Dreadlocks


Bundled Up

8 Dec

So December is now upon us, and along with an annoying expat Christmas spirit, it has also brought the cold.  For  some, this has meant going on a shopping sprees to secure whatever warm clothing they can find, and for others it has meant pulling out whatever winter gear they were smart enough to bring from home. Either way, Koreans and foreigners alike are layering up in however they see fit.

Not that I’m any different.

True, I’m from one of the coldest places in America (where there are times during the winter when it’s not wise to leave skin exposed for more than 3o seconds) and quite used to dealing with below freezing temps, but even with Busan’s winter being nothing like the tundra back in Minneapolis, I still make sure to wrap up before leaving the house. The problem here in Korea, however, is keeping warm while indoors.

Last month I finally figured out how to work the ondol heating system in my apartment. I’ve managed to turn it on, but have no clue as to how to regulate the temperature. There seems to be only two settings: off and balls scorching inferno. Sure, it’s nice to step out of the shower onto a heated floor, but this quickly turns into discomfort once I’ve dried off gotten dressed. I damn near have to wait until I leave my apartment to put my jacket on, least I develop pit stains on my t-shirt before making it to work in the morning.

The heating situation at my school is just the opposite. There, the administration makes it seem as if warmth is a divine gift from the kimchi gods, only to be dealt out in dire circumstances. I’ve been reminded several times not to leave the heat on in my room and not to keep it cranked too high, thus saving the school money on utility expenses.

Apparently this type of thing is common.

Recently a friend in another city told me her school wasn’t planning to turn on the heat until the temperature dropped to zero degrees celsius. Another friend told me his school was waiting for it to snow first. It almost never snows in Busan!

In many of the classrooms at my school (as well as in the hallways) many of  the windows are left open, often making it colder inside the building than it is outside. The students carry around pocket warmers all day and oftenattend classes dressed in full winter garb. All this, I’m guessing, in an effort to stay warm being that they have to sit in conditions equal to that of a walk-in cooler for 40 minutes at a time. I can’t imagine the other teachers don’t notice. It’s as if some study  has found that children are more conducive to learning when they’re taught in environments similar to the Arctic Circle

Even worse, this shit has put a serious dent in my daily fashion. Whereas I once carefully selected (rather joyously) my outfit each morning, now it doesn’t matter what I wear because no one will even see it. The building is so cold, my clothing arsenal had been dwindled down to a few hoodies and sweaters–long sleeves don’t even cut it anymore. I try to maintain some type of fashion sovereignty by changing up my scarfs, but even this does little to help. It’s fucked up the whole notion of dressing for success.

More annoying still, you walk into the teachers lounge (where the vice principals desk is) and it’s nice and toasty. You can’t even tell that the windows are open because the heat is on full blast. Clearly this doesn’t impede on budgetary concerns. I actually broke out in a sweat the other day while eating lunch there. This is crazy considering I could clearly see my breath while walking back to my classroom.

To help my students (and myself) deal with the cold, I’ve decided to turn my room into an anti-chill safe zone. I’ll leave the heat on as much as possible (until the school administration either makes foot the bill or fires me) and tell the students they can gather in my room in between classes to warm up.

If anyone asks what’s going on, I tell them I’m conducting 7 min. mini english camps in an effort bolster retention. It may not work but at least the kids will understand that while I may not be able to feel my own fingers or toes, I do feel their pain.


Kimchi Dreadlocks


25 Nov
A Bronze tom

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This morning my alarm fails to go off but I jolt awake anyways and sit up in a haze of confusion.  True, my dreams were crazy as all hell, and for whatever reason I slept with the window open, causing a cold breeze to sweep through my apartment, but this still doesn’t account for my sudden rise from REM.

Could it be that my body was waking me to get first dibs on the expected aroma of turkey and yams that paint the air of my moms house on Thanksgiving? Possibly, but as it turns out, I still live in Korea.

Earlier in the week, while haphazardly attempting  to make plans with other Americans for the holiday, I pictured myself spending Thanksgiving with an overpriced bottle of Hennessy, and a nice turkey sandwich. Back in the states my family is converging on Savannah, GA and I get pissed when I think about all the good food I’m about to miss out on. Sure I could have made reservations and spent the dough to eat a traditional Thanksgiving dinner here in Busan, but it wouldn’t have been the same, or even comparable.

Two days ago Kim Jong Il decides to show his ass again and makes it rain artillery on the south, yesterday I just about loose it over the lack of plans I have for turkey day and today I spend the morning hunched over in a chair  giving speaking tests to my 6th graders. Until about an hour ago I felt there was very little to give thanks for.

Then I read a comforting Thanksgiving post by a fellow Busanite blogger and suddenly my shitty perspective on spending the holiday abroad comes correct.

I’m not back home where a blizzard is raging, there are still plenty of trees in my neighborhood with leaves on them, I get paid today, I found the heat switch for my office, Das Racist is playing in Busan tomorrow, The pimple on my forehead is going away, one of my worst students aced her speaking test, SOMEBODY actually reads this blog, I’m going to Thailand after I finish my winter English camp (which is already “planned”), my family isn’t bothering me to come home in light of the recent northern agression, I’m still having a blast in this strange country (with plenty of new friends scattered about the peninsula),  I’ve kicked writer’s block for the time being, I haven’t been called a nigger by a Korean (at least in English), Sarah Palin is still saying dumb-ass shit in the media, I know how to moonwalk, the Vikings finally fired Brad “what-the-fuck-kind-of play-call-was-that” Childress, a Canadian wished me happy Thanksgiving, my co-teacher didn’t ask me tell the “story” of the first Thanksgiving, slavery is abolished in the states, my students finally learned the (not so) secret handshake I’ve been trying to teach them for months, and lastly, later tonight  I’m meeting up with a bunch of other American Busanites who failed to make “proper” Thanksgiving arrangements. We’ll spend the holiday however we damn well please.

No, it doesn’t exactly feel like Thanksgiving, but I have plenty to give thanks for.


Kimchi Dreadlocks

Lieutenant Dickhead!

6 Oct

Big ups to Mr. Dubs for the video.

I can’t tell you how much this pisses me off. Not only does this douchebag punch the shit out of a Korean senior citizen, but he rattles off some bullshit about having served six years in Iraq like as if this makes it all permissible.

I’ve seen this shit before. Some guy comes back from damn near having his balls blown off and thinks it gives him free reign to act like a dick to whoever he wants because he “served” his country–the my-sacrifice-paid-for-your-freedom type veteran.

I couldn’t care less whether he was provoked or not, this type of shit is unacceptable. That old sap could’ve been killed.

He’s a disgrace  to the United States and any disciplined solider who takes up arms in her defense.

Enough said.


Kimchi Dreadlocks

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