Friday I had a drink with an old friend. She was in town visiting her boyfriend (let's call him Fred), who was home for the holidays. We all went to college together. They asked me how I was liking Boston.
You really don’t have to watch much of this but please, just watch a little. You’ll giggle. I promise.
I was doing a search on Tudou for 哈佛, logic being that given the love many in Asia have for Harvard, some Tudou user must have at some point created an “I love Harvard” video. (Yes, this is how I waste my time.)
Instead, buried among all the “Harvard English” MP3 files, I found a Korean television show, Chuyen tinh Harvard (Love Story in Harvard), about a young Korean man’s days as a Harvard law student. Because he’s hot and his love interest, a Korean (or possibly Korean-American) Harvard medical student, is equally easy on the eyes, and because the whole thing is just so deliciously corny, I had no problem forgiving them their complete inability to speak English.
But what I want you to see is this part of an episode where the protagonist visits an old black woman to talk to her about a case he and some of his classmates are working on, pro bono. Keep in mind their dialogue was written by a Korean screenwriter (and I imagine “polished” by one of the American actors).
On July 11, after two-and-a half months of roaming around
Africa for the third time, I flew (via Lilongwe, Addis Ababa and Khartoum) from Lusaka to
Cairo. 48 hours later I was on my way to JFK (via Rome and Milan). I spent 18 hours in the Tri-state Area. Then I was off to
Seattle to meet my favorite boy for the first time. At 6am on July 21st, I flew to San Francisco for
24 hours and caught a showing of Batman: The Dark Knight,
my third film in a real movie theatre in two years. Last night (twelve
days after taking off from Lusaka, plus or minus whatever
happens when you cross the international date line), I arrived in
Beijing.
