Jim and I hit Suyu in style last night. We were quick to show our prowess on basketball shoot-offs, and offer the lastest demonstration of the technical superiority of Korean mobile phones.
"Oh, look at that!" Jim said as I requested more light. "Look-at-that!"
As you can see from the pic above, it only took a moment for our Korean colleagues to provide us with a lighted backdrop.
"It's art," Jim told our colleagues, as he posed in full Goar regality. "Pirooz is making art."
Although it wasn't my intention, I would have to say these photos are exactly that. Notice how the various elements come together to show a thirty-something poet in his writing prime, while he utilizes the latest Korean terminology necessary for anyone who has a Korean girlfriend:
"Hung Bo Ka Yo," Jim texts in Korean phonetics to his absent gf. "I'm happy."
"Now write "you're special," I encourage. "Tick pee yal koo hya ha yo!"
"Maybe just 'special,' " Jim laughs.
"Yes," I agree. "That's enough."
Later, we learned a few other phrases from our teachers. Naturally, I wanted to learn how to say nice things like, "You are the best!" and "Good job!" I was glad our friends were patient enough to teach us.
"Che goo way oh!" I repeated to Jim. "You really are!"
"Oh, my," Jim laughed. "In two months, you're going to know everything."
I hope so. I don't see any point in not being able to speak this language. And luckily, Jim and I discovered an important step along this process when our colleagues showed us how Korean sentence structure followed a Subject-Object-Verb configuration, as opposed to the traditional Subject-Verb-Object procession of most Roman languages.
"That changes everything," Jim announced. "Every-thing!"
"Mmmm," I agreed. "That would certainly change things."
I poured another apple-flavored soju into my cored-apple-glass. I thought about verbs and objects for five seconds. Then decided it was too big for my mind to consider.
"To the Norabong!" I announced.
"Norabang?" One of our colleagues asked.
"Yes," I smiled. "You like to sing, right?"
"Then let's go sing."
We picked up beers at a local mart and managed to lose several dollars at a pick-up-prize arcade game, before Cyndi Lauper and "Sweet Home Alabama" were sounding out the main objectives of the night.