Amanda Takes Off...

So the oil spill here was right off of Mallipo Beach, where Michael took me for my birthday last year. It's also the first (and so far only) place I ever saw flying fish (so cool!).

Unfortunately, I can't volunteer to help because a) I have no way of getting there, b) volunteering on an E2 visa is sort-of-maybe-probably-illegal depending on which immigration agents you fall under, c) I don't think being in cold water in December would be good for my Raynaud's and cold-induced urticaria.

However! I can send money. For anyone else residing in South Korea, the info from the US Embassy newsletter is as follows:

Donations of money to assist in the clean-up operation are being received by the South Choongcheong Provincial Government at the following account:

Nonghyup Bank, Account No.: 471-01-002107, held in the name of: The Governor of South Choongcheong Province.

"Amanda," Master said, "Why you not in class?"

"Well, Tuesday..." I recounted a simplified, significantly less pissed version of the story in Korean. Master was nodding and chuckling. "And last night?"

"Ah, last night..." I made him look up "penance." He laughed and I explained what Good Man had done for penance. When I got to the part about buying roses, chocolate, a cheese stick, and Diet Coke, Master stopped me.

"Coca-Cola Light?"

"Yes," I nodded, "I like Coca-Cola Light."

He just shook his head and laughed.

"Master," I said in a perfect Korean whine, "If he's late, it's OK! But call me! And one person drinks, with one person who doesn't drink...it's not fun!"

"I know, Amanda. But now OK?"

"Yeah, Master, now it's OK!"