Some Art, and my 세탁

My building is called "B One" or sometimes B1 or sometimes in hangeul 비원. Biwon is also the "secret garden" of the emperor located in Changdeokgung, which I blogged about here, ages ago--and got the pinyin wrong: https://seoulpatch.blogspot.com/2008/11/art-in-insa-dong.html. Anyway ...

My building does not have a professional cleaner, or 세탁, so I have to go to the large apatuh across the street, BoBo County (where Helen used to live), since they don't do delivery--a bit odd, frankly, considering as a colleague told me in Teachers English Club recently that Korea is internationally admired for the delivery service culture. This is all straight up true, but not really the point of my story.

But before I come to that … the conversation about delivery service came about because another teacher in the group kindly ordered everyone a drink from a local coffee shop--I got a blueberry smoothie--and it all arrived about fifteen minutes later, with no delivery fee. Our English Club is small but awesome!

Okay.

After school, I took some clothes to be cleaned at the aforementioned 세탁 today in BoBo County (no association with Korea's palaces that I know of), and while waiting for the elevator, I observed, as I have many times before, two minimalist art works in what passes for the BoBo lobby. In fact, my first few times, I thought they were bulletin boards that just didn't have any bulletins on them. That's how minimalist they are. As you can see below:


Over the past year or so, I have started to wonder about them, how they came to be there, is Jürgen Wegner a well-known artist I should have known about, etc. So, today, I snapped these shots, and then spent a solid twenty minutes to a half-hour applying my google-fu to the question. And came away with minimal information. For example, the yellow one above is "untitled (yellow)".

On the plus side, you can purchase some of his works, mostly as serigraphs, from sites like allposters.com and art.com. On the minus side, his dates are 1941 to 1998, so he has passed. Mutualart.com had the following brief bio:

Jürgen Wegner is a German Postwar & Contemporary artist. Their work was featured in an exhibition at the Daimler Contemporary. Jürgen Wegner's work has been offered at auction multiple times. Only one artwork sold; this was Tonnara, which realized $159 USD at Henry's Auction House in 2015.

And from that I learned that he at least was shown at the Daimler Contemporary, in Berlin (from museumsportal-berlin.de):

The Daimler art collection came into being in 1977. Since then, the collection has expanded to include 1,500 works by roughly 400 national and international artists. The works were initially on display exclusively within the company, but in 1999 they acquired a new 600 square-metre exhibition space in the renovated Haus Huth at Potsdamer Platz. A series of thematically structured exhibitions focusing on the collection as well as on new acquisitions are shown four times a year. There are also artists' discussions, theme tours and concerts.
In terms of its overall theme, the collection represents important developments in the art and pictorial ideas of the 20th century right up to the present, with a special focus on the abstract tendencies of this era. The collection contains important works from the Bauhaus movement, constructive and concrete art, informal painting, Zero and Minimalism as well as multimedia concepts and video art.

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Rainy Saturday

A steady drizzling rain fell all day today, dampening my spirits ...

So I slept in instead of going to the club activity presentations at school this morning, and spent part of the day working on lesson plans in exchange. I did go out for a while, to do some shopping and to eat at KFC.

Yes, a Kentucky Fried Chicken opened about two weeks ago in my neighborhood, so add it to Popeye's, Burger King, Baskin Robbins, and Starbuck's as Western chains within a three minute radius of my building. It is in the "Blue Nine" tower across the street which is now completed and open for business.

Other than that, I surfed the internets and watched Premiere League reruns on TV. I read for a while, too, and will be finishing Bluebeard soon.

PS: Have a look at Andy's blog post here if you want to see a classic example of the cheap shot.

Another 'Meeting', A Different Duck

... this one of the Young-il first grade teachers. Mr Lee Gum-cheon told me about it at about 10 o'clock today, so I had to rearrange some things or else miss out on free food and alcohol.

As I mentioned yesterday (or tomorrow if you're reading down the page), I had no classes today, but had to come in just the same. I spent a part of the morning dozing off, until I was awakened by the principal knocking at my lonely office door, which is all the way down the corridor, the last left before the stairs.

"Come in!" I yelled, startled suddenly awake, brandishing the pen I was unconsciously grasping as if writing in the notebook open on my desk. "Come in!"

"Ah, Mister Cam-BRELL," he said upon entering. "How you like your new classroom?"

"Huh--wha--?" I said, dazed. "They finished?" It was 9:05 AM.

"Come see!"

Well, I did, only to find that the room was exactly as it had been when I arrived at 7:45, which meant the furniture mentioned in my last post had been unloaded and placed in the room, higgledy-piggledy, still wrapped in plastic. The computer gear was still boxed up.

Anyway, long story short, now that I was up, as it were, I made myself useful, and kind of grimy, by removing the plastic wrappers on all the desks and chairs. This was more arduous than it sounds. Somewhere in there, Mr Lee told me about the teacher meeting at 5:00; Mr Hwang came by as promised, and we went for galbitang; I ended up completing several errands and came back to school to find Miss Lee Cheong-hyun waiting for me outside my office--I was fifteen minutes early.

We went to a duck restaurant about a ten minute walk from the school, another Korean style place with floor seating, for a dish called something like garlic seasoned spicy grilled duck. I tried to memorize the Hangeul, but the computer won't let me type it, so obviously I got something wrong.

Anyway, the adjumma explained that this duck is fed garlic throughout its life so its meat will be infused with the flavor. It is then marinated in gochujang and cooked at your table with ddok, mushroom, potato slices, onion and herbs. In addition to the regular dishes of panchan, this is served with a bland vinegar-turnip kimchi soup, ice-cold.

After the meat is eaten (and it was really delicious), the adjumma then puts a bowl of leafy greens, rice, corn, chopped carrot and a handful of dried seaweed on the griddle where it soaks up the leftovers and fries up. Finally, a boiling bowl of jiggae is brought out, flavored with white pepper and leeks.

This is the third variety of duck I've had in Seoul; though it's hard to argue with the stuffed roast duck I had in December (or for that matter the table-grilled smoked duck in September), this may be the best so far. Still, Peking Duck in actual Peking has to top the duck list. Although, for duck shoes, I'll continue to go with LL Bean.

I hung back after many folks left to do a little drinking with Lee Gum-cheon, who was late due to playing soccer with his homeroom class. At about 8:30 we went down the road a little to a bar called Meka for 2nd course with about four other teachers, all young guys.

I'm not great with names, and I'm even worse with Korean names, so you'll just have to know there was a Mr Han, Mr Hyo, another Mr Lee and some other dude, who is a henpecked husband (with the Asian alcohol blush), who only stayed as long as he did because he dreaded going home to his wife. He agreed with this characterization.

We talked about Korean history, mainly, with Mr Lee translating, until the subject of makkuli came up. I am a well-known makkuli fan, as were two more of our congregation, so we moved on to 3rd round (w/o translator Lee) in a downstairs makkuli bar. Curiously, at this point, math teacher Mr Hyo, who had spoken about five words of English, seemed to become remarkably more proficient. While not up to the best Korean English teacher standard, he did just fine.

This is exactly what irks me about English here--everyone wants to speak the language, but no one wants to give it a try! As if one can miraculously absorb new linguistic structures like, say, articles, and suddenly master pronunciation of sounds completely absent from your native tongue.

Anyway, the 해물파전 haemul pajeon, or seafood pancake, at this place was even better than the one we get over in Bongcheon--loads of shrimp, not overcooked even though they were fried until the batter browned. The makkuli was good though not equal to that of the brewmaster of Bongcheon. And home before eleven!