Blogging from North Korea

So, did you hear about the time Dennis Rodman went to North Korea? Yeah, that happened. He’s been dealing with it like a pro too, declaring Kim Jong Un an “awesome” guy and ignoring the flagrant human rights violations the Kim regime has instigated. Rodman tweeted at Psy of “Gangnam Style” fame and mused whether he’d run into him on the streets of Pyongyang. I am crossing my fingers that this was a joke; no matter your opinion of Psy, it’s insulting and it does nothing to improve the image of Americans knowing next to nothing about the goings-on of countries other than their own. It’s basically the equivalent of asking Le Clown if he is a member of the WBC since they are from the same continent. The US State Department is obviously distancing itself from Rodman and his trip to the Hermit Kingdom.

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The most exciting basketball game on record. Source

But wait, it gets better. Now Rodman has accepted a position to train the national North Korean basketball team so that they have a shot at competing in the 2016 Olympics in Brazil. This requires him to live (at least part-time) in the DPRK until the Games. To be sure, it’s somewhat admirable that he’s taking this on. Good for him for wanting to share the love of an exciting sport with people who are ostracized not through any action of their own but because their leadership is more oppressive and isolationist than we can pretend to understand. However, when pressed on whether he condones the human rights offenses of the Kim regime, Rodman claimed ignorance and inferred that his love for “fine ass Asian honeys” was enough to get him to look the other way if indeed they have occurred. Deep stuff.

Rodman panders to the worst type of media that circulates around North Korea. In order to work with the team on a national level, he must put up a respectful demeanor towards the country’s leadership, but to outright condone and praise it makes a mockery of the dire situation in North Korea. Instead of celebrating the innocent people of North Korea, it baits the media to focus its attention on Kim Jong Un’s bizarre, ridiculously secretive behavior. A recent op-ed for CNN by Ellen Kim and Carolyn Dumond summed up Rodman’s trip nicely: “Such sideshows are not in the interest of the North Korean people.”

I am a longtime reader or the blog American In North Korea, which features the photography of Joseph Ferris. Joe has taken multiple trips to North Korea and has been allowed unprecedented liberty to photograph the people and country because he does so respectfully. The purpose of his blog and his trips is not to disseminate more information that would further ostracize the people of North Korea and make the country a veritable freak show. Instead, his photos highlight the small moments that take place there. In those small moments is humanity. The tone of his work has always appealed to me because it has absolutely nothing to do with North Korea’s politics nor its leaders. It is difficult to find media about North Korea that do not place the country’s government front and center, so as I look through Joe’s photography and commentary, I am refreshed to see editorial work of people living their lives rather than staged pictures of military parades and waving dictators. As of yet, his trips and photography are largely limited to the areas in and around Pyongyang where the elite class of party officials live, so his photography does not include images of intense poverty and disease that is rampant throughout the rest of the country. He simply has no access to that, and it is my opinion that more long term harm than good could come out of him pressing his minders to take him to those areas. If he did, his access could be cut off completely and the good work that he’s doing to show the media that North Korea is more than its leadership could be cut short.

The same loosening of Internet restrictions that allowed Dennis Rodman to tweet from North Korea is now going to enable Joe to blog live from North Korea during his upcoming trips there this spring. Unfortunately, the monetary cost of doing this is a lot higher than the ~$30 we pay per month for Internet access here in the United States. If you would like to help Joe reach his goal to blog from North Korea, click here for more information. He is offering some really awesome incentives (other than the resultant photos and blog posts) for helping him out.

The entire Korean peninsula means a lot to me because I made my home in a town outside of Seoul for two years. Only about sixty years have separated the citizens of South and North Korea. They speak the exact same language and have the same traditional diet and dress. The people of North Korea are good. They are not their leaders.

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Children of North Korea
Mt. Myohyang, DPRK, North Korea
Courtesy Joseph Ferris

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Pyongyang Street Scene, April 2012
100th year birthday celebrations for Kim Il Sung
Courtesy Joseph Ferris

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Arirang Mass Games
Pyongyang, DPRK, North Korea
Courtesy Joseph Ferris

I have a political opinion.

So I know that the election is over and everyone is sick of hearing about it and that you are only reading this because you have literally NOTHING else to read. But I have a small observation that I just want to flesh out here, on my blog.

Yesterday I read a lot of comments on Facebook, Twitter, and blogs about voting. I’m grateful that I surround myself with people who care and who go out to the polls. I’m not so grateful for people who conflate their political ideologies with their religious beliefs and who insult others who don’t agree with them. It’s never nice to blatantly insult people, especially people who you call your “friend,” but that’s another topic for another post. Several people who I think really highly of talked yesterday about how they voted for third party candidates. I admired them before they said they did so, and today I admire them more. On all their posts, status updates, and tweets, they were civil and kind. They were thought-out and reasonable. And on all of their posts, there were not a lot of comments, and the comments that were there were also civil, kind, thought-out, and reasonable – whether they agreed with the voter or not.

I don’t know why, per se, there weren’t a lot of comments. It may just be that not a lot of people were online at the time and didn’t see the posts (although I highly, highly doubt this). But I will venture a guess and say that there weren’t a lot of comments because people don’t see third party candidates as substantial and completely worthy of their attention. A lot of the attention they get is patronizing, at best. People only get fired up about third party candidates when they threaten the dominance of the other two parties. This is unfortunate because, like I said, most of the people I know who vote third party are extremely wise and thoughtful and measured in their views. They think for themselves and aren’t persuaded by the polarizing cacophony that often (I repeat, OFTEN – not always) results from the two-party system.

Is this my straight-up endorsement of voting third party? No. I will never endorse any particular political party on my blog because to me, it’s just not worth it. Politics are not my thing and I can’t really converse in such a way that I can hold my own. Did I vote for a third party candidate? Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I didn’t. And I have a really lame excuse for not doing so: I have a baby, and while everyone was complaining that this election season seemed like it went on FOREVER, I felt like it went by in the blink of an eye because I’ve been a little preoccupied with my child’s first months. I didn’t have a tremendous amount of time or energy to devote to researching candidates and being a completely informed voter. So yeah, I know I’m kind of a hypocrite in this respect.

All I’m saying is that we could all learn a lesson from the third-party voters I observed yesterday who were careful, measured, and informed. They were thoughtful in the way that they conveyed their political views and didn’t dump all over the other two parties who were far more popular than they are. I sincerely hope some day that the electorate will emulate them in these aspects.

Again, let me just reiterate that this is not a typical post for me. I wrote it in literally 30 minutes – which is far less time than I ever devote to other posts – with one eye on my crawling baby while I wrote it. Now go read the other post I wrote today about her. She’s way cute.

All Hail Lukewarm

The last few days have brought an onslaught of extremes. The baby has either been so freaking happy she can barely contain it or homocidally miserable with her teeth. People have been upset with things going on in the American presidential race, so they are making big declarations on their preferred method of social media. This vacillation between extreme ire and utter elation makes me appreciate the things that just leave me with comforting meh.

Meh is easy. It’s inoffensive. It’s what fills most of our days. Is it always time for meh? Absolutely not. Often you have to take a stand and herald aspects of life as either horrible or wonderful. Sometimes you must have a strong opinion and act on it. But being fired up all the time is exhausting. Plus if you’re yelling all the time, no one listens. When you’re watching a movie and someone who has seen the movie before is like OK OK NOW WATCH THIS PART. THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT/EPIC/AWESOME, you are less likely to want to watch it. Does this make that part of the movie less important? No, but it makes you sigh with annoyance that your friend won’t let you watch the movie by yourself and form your own opinions.

Things that we sit on the more positive side of lukewarm fill our days and make them go by easier. They don’t present us a set of challenges to improve ourselves, to write strongly-worded status updates, or to legislate change. They are the things we don’t feel bad about taking for granted.

So today I present to you the first ever blog post that examines the mediocre in life and doesn’t criticize it. Here are some things that I like. Just like. Not like-like or hate.

1. Chilis. I like Chilis. It is not the best restaurant in the world. It’s also not the worst. I like it. It’s OK. Clearly, a lot of other people think it’s OK too because it appears to be doing well. But would I be sad if everyone stopped liking it and it went out of business? Nope. There are a million other restaurants just like it.

2. Going to the gym. I never want to go to the gym. I wish I did, but sorry, I’m not programmed to be an exerciser. But when I do go, I don’t hate it that much. I’m always pleasantly surprised by how not terrible it is. I daresay I like it. Amazing.

3. The Counting Crows. A lot of people like the Counting Crows, I bet. They are fairly innocuous. You can hear “Mr. Jones” in the waiting room of a doctor’s office or at a party and both times, it’s pleasant. But do I need the Counting Crows to make a new album? No, thanks, I’m good. I like them, not love or hate them, and that’s just fine with me. They are my male friends who I will never complicate my relationship with by dating.

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4. Doing the laundry. Believe it or not, I like doing the laundry. It’s not that hard, and it accomplishes a lot. After the laundry is done, I can wear my favorite shirt again. If someone volunteered to do my laundry for me, I would take them up on it. However, that will probably never happen, and I’m OK with it because it’s not the worst chore in the world. It’s not washing the dishes or cleaning the toilets. So I like it.

LOL “salad”

5. Salads. Salads, when prepared correctly, are likable. And that’s about it. I get slightly annoyed with people who hate on salads like they are the antithesis of food. I also get slightly annoyed when people freak out that salads are the best things in the entire world. This is because salads are supposed to be healthy, so if they taste REALLY good, they likely have fried chicken strips or bacon or a gallon of bleu cheese on them, which negates the healthiness of them. Salads – real salads – are good, and that’s it. Not awesome. There is no such thing as an awesome salad.

So what do you just like?