The Knigelverse

I used to despise rules and now I love them. Rejection is not as beneficial as manipulation.

The institution of marriage is frustrating as it binds the many complexities of love into contractual limitations instead of expressions.

It is my misinterpretations of literature, film, and art that have given me the greatest insights.

The Vengeance of Carpe Diem, originally uploaded by Knigel.

One of the noteworthy aspects of Korean culture is the strict rules of etiquette that are socially enforced through shame. Koreans often mention the potential glare that keeps them from acting in a way that might be out of the ordinary. As the expression goes, “The nail that sticks out, gets the hammer”.

In stark contrast are the outlets, such as drinking, that allow an escape to the normal rules. While one may adhere and even enforce the usual folkways or mores while sober, these same rules are tossed aside as a cathartic release takes the reins.

Koreans nights, throughout the weeks, are reknown for the drunken businessmen strewn along the sidewalks. This is a situation that does exist.  It may be an embarrassing circumstance similar to how Hastings Street is a sore topic for Vancouverites; however, before we work on the prescriptive oughts of our societies, we need to peel back the various descriptive elements. We must distinguish the “shoulds” from the “whats”.

Furthermore, as strangers in strange lands, we should not refrain from cultural data collection in the fear of being ethnocentric; although, we should understand that we are judgemental and we can’t escape our biases. We are going to judge cultures based on our experiences; however, the more experiences we collect, the more skeptical we can be about our assumptions.

Filtering mass culture and then exporting the results is a delicate line between creative output and cliche obsolescence.

Lots of burning plastic smell and people are hard to organise in an emergency. “No your handphone is not http://tl.gd/1cbnge

I swear it wasn’t me! http://twitpic.com/1p32dh

Yeah, so my buildings is on fire~ http://twitpic.com/1p30zo

Paruresis, originally uploaded by Knigel.

I’ve been waiting a long time to surreptitiously sneak a photo of one of the many Korean cleaning ladies in the men’s washrooms. Unlike Canada, it is a norm to see ladies cleaning up in the men’s washrooms. This is a seeming contradiction, amongst many, to korea’s sexual conservativism. While I’m careful about giving into ethnocentric assumptions intellectually, it’s hard to say that I have no emotional hangups when trying to relieve myself with a kindly grandmother smiling up at me.

When I first found myself in this situation, I had no social script. There were no other men in the washroom from who I could casually follow example. I didn’t know if I should just walk out or pretend that I only had to wash my hands. Instead I–probably more confidently than I ought to be–strolled up to the urinal, greeted her with the customary “안녕하세요!”, took the sharpest aim I could, and reclaimed my territory all the while feeling guilty for any stray droplette.

The first time was certainly one of the culture shocks that has made me remember that I am indeed in a different country; however, this situation is quite minor compared to a few places like some pubs that have a single washroom of which both sexes use simultaneously. I’m pretty open-minded; however, there is absolutely nothing I can do from getting embarrassed after turning around and bumping into an attractive, but very flustered girl.

Pointing attention to these situations isn’t meant to depict Korea as some strange land in which everything is backwards. Each country has it’s own organically organised social constructions that result in an awkward situation. These situations are not unsimilar to the uncomfortable silence found when people share an elevator with each other.

Ouch!, originally uploaded by Knigel.

Taken at Seoul Grand Park botanical garden.

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