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Last week I was told I count my money like a Westerner.
In Korea, money is folded in half and counted facing the counter's chest. Sort of like this. (I took several pictures, but it's still hard to see. However, I don't feel comfortable asking anyone else to count money for photos.) Imagine the money really folded in half and you've got a better idea.

They count money like this in Japan, too. After you count out what they want, you peel off the bills on the outside of the stack. Usually, you hand money to people using two hands, the left hand supporting the right hand, or the left hand under the right armpit, depending on the level of the person you're giving money too. Also, if it's money in the form of a bill or paycheck, you usually give the money in an envelope rather than just handing it to someone.
In the West (or America at least), we tend to hold a stack of bills in the left hand and count them out to the right hand.

And who does that shirt belong to? (It didn't seem this bright in person...) Why, Good Man, of course!
We met today and saw Ocean's 13 together. I haven't seen 11 or 12, but I enjoyed this flick. I know it's unrealistic (you're going to get a Chunnel boring machine—both of them actually—into Las Vegas without anyone noticing?) and over-the-top, but isn't that the point? I thought the ensemble worked well together and I was amused by the subtle humor. The way Clooney and Pitt interacted was great.
At one point one character asks another "Are you in yet?" while the character is trying to hack into a computer. The other answers, "I hate that question." I was the only foreigner in the theater and almost choked. Of course, nobody else got it.
Samsung had some handphone product placement and anytime Samsung was mentioned all of the Koreans in the theater started whispering. "Samsung! Samsung!" Yep. I'm in Korea.
After the movie, I grabbed a few groceries at Kim's Club and Good Man ended up carrying 2 kgs of potatoes around in his backpack for me. "You have potatoes in your backpack!" I'm not sure why this was so funny. Maybe I've been hanging around sixth graders too much.
Also talked about the death penalty, Bush's refusal to respect a subpoena, Michael Fay getting caned, Guantanamo Bay, and Cheney shooting someone in the face.
Somehow these things were all directly related to each other and I got really worked up.
"We have three branches for a reason! Checks and balances! Hello!" "I'm not going home until Bush is out of office at least. Look at him, rewriting the Constitution... 'Ooh, I don't like that part, scritch-scratch..."' "We whine about hitting a kid with a stick and how that's inhumane and yet we execute people?" "I've watched enough crime shows to know that if the police don't immediately investigate someone shot in the face then something weird is going on." "Oh, since it's Cuba—you know that awful country we're not allowed to travel to?—it's not US soil and we can do whatever we want? What sort of logic is that?"
It was nice to talk politics again...
