Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt...

I'm here with five friends from Yale all living in the same building. There are a few more on the same fellowship scattered about in other buildings, but mainly I spend my time with these people.

Some favorites from the ridiculousness that has found its way out of our mouths:

Foster, on facebook stalking girls he meets in Korean clubs: "I feel like the fact that I'm from Yale makes it less sketchy"

"I didn't realize it in elementary school. But when I got to middle school, I was like 'ugh, I'm fat.'"--Me, in a soju-driven confessional on my childhood weight

"I'm a cross between Cary Grant and a wild boar. As Dirty Harry once said, 'make my day'"--American male seeking Korean woman in the K-scene personals

In Korean, you can add "자" to the end to an appropriate verb stem to mean "Let's _______...go, eat, etc," or you can be like Foster:"오자!"(Let's come!)

A Korean man approaches me on the subway platform. He says: "I am Korean man. Not American. I am not married. If I marry American woman, what do you think?"

"죽자!"(Let's die!)--Jane, as we run across a crosswalk-less intersection after our first night out in Seoul

"Your raging Asian fetish is kind of notorious"--Kaila, advising Jane on how to respond to a here-unamed Yalie

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"--all Korean girls after anything out of the ordinary happens

"We're considered skinny in America"--Kaila and Jane before the gym trainer starts laughing at them


(Colossians 4:6)