Aaron Visits an Art Museum

This is the middle of a long weekend, apparently the last vacation I’m going to have for another 27 years. However, once test prep ends at the school (Oct 13), every day will feel like a vacation for at least another month (I’m hoping) until the weather goes bad.

As the only male teacher at Yale, I spend a lot of time one-on-one with the other teachers, just being one of the girls, or being a man lost admist a sea of women, or being less of a man than I’d like to be but still being lost admist a sea of women. Anyway, as I’ve mentioned before on the blog, Koreans just HAVE to know if we are boyfriend and girlfriend. I’m tired of them asking this. I’m tired of having to say I’m not someone’s boyfriend : (. I think the next time, someone asks me this when I’m around one of the Yale co-teachers, I’m just going to say that I’m gay. Or maybe tell them that whether I am or not, it’s none of their fucking business. That might not go over so well with the fourth graders, but it should get the message across to the barflies.

I also very badly want to start to turn the tables. The next time a boy and girl in my classroom come within 2 feet of each other, I’m going to demand that they state their relationship status.

This morning I had hangover soup (can you guess why?). It was delicious, but not as effective as advertised. It was more like nostril-clearing soup, which is also okay, because I have the firm and unsubstantiated belief that alcohol related nausea can be cured by breathing through your nose. I think I will have hangover soup again, regardless of what I was doing the night before.

There is a new bar I like to hang out in, called Miranamu. It has a very sparse drinks menu and is very cramped inside, but it has one up on any other place in Seogwipo right now, because it has a piano and an owner who is happy to have me play it. The clientele have been appreciative of my free concerts as well. Except for Saturday, when I was in bad shape, and knew I was in bad shape once I sat down and tried to play. I could not correctly play even the first note of any of the music in my repotoire. Part of the reason for this is because a lot of the music is memorized in my brain, and when my brain is on holliday, so are my musical talents. Tonight, I was back to making music, although the bar owner was making fun of me. It’s okay, I deserved it.

In other news, I went to an art museum yesterday morning. Here’s what the museum looks like:

Here’s what I look like:

and here’s some Koreans who didn’t realize they were being used as human scenery:

The museum had an entry fee of 1000 won. But for this blog’s readers, the art is FREE:

Here’s some pictures from right outside the museum: