<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:25:54.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Learn English through Mistranslations Koreana</title><subtitle type='html'>It had been a great privilege for me to become a pioneer blogger of this distinguished meddia. After a considerable absence, I am here again to contribute to the analysis of Korean mistranslations and the provision of measures to remedy age-old publishing ills.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116729133170822106</id><published>2006-12-27T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:35:31.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hatred and Curse Become Power The man is a genius. He deserves to be designated as one. How come he has happened to be empowered with such talent?He does not promote love. He propagates hatred. He is rallying forces behind him with the messages of hatred. He knows hatred and curse turn into power.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116729133170822106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116729133170822106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/hatred-and-curse-become-power-man-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116725363919111299</id><published>2006-12-27T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:10:42.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Translators' Creation Is A Crime[원문]: Brin added an appropriately grandiose comment, his confidence higher than ever. "A perfect search engine will process and understand all the information in the world," he said. "That is where Google is headed."The press release described their patent-pending PageRank system for ranking search engine results as consisting of 500 million variables and two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116725363919111299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116725363919111299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/translators-creation-is-crime-brin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116717930511566302</id><published>2006-12-26T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:33:03.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tale of "Me, Too!" Former President Kim Young Sam of Korea (1993-1998), who was tempted to say hello to his American counterpart, the then President Bill Clinton, in English, sought advice from his aides. Although he had attended prestigious Seoul National University, the pedagogical effect, such as it was during the Korean War (1950~1953), was minimal, indeed. He was an athletics-oriented guy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116717930511566302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116717930511566302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/tale-of-me-too-former-president-kim.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116709709127642415</id><published>2006-12-25T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:48:58.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Editor=&gt;To Get Through Manuscripts[원문]: "Have them call me in the morning. Listen, I'm sorry to leave you like this, but I've still got a long manuscript to get through tonight. But do stay and have another brandy or whatever. By the way, who does represent you?""Barney dredged his Bordeaux-logged memory and, after what seemed to him an eternity, replied, "Uh--Chapman, Rutledge, and Strauss--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116709709127642415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116709709127642415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-get-through-manuscripts-have-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116706706699520589</id><published>2006-12-25T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T09:17:47.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Not Bow to the Sun?Why not bow to the Sun? I do from time to time. At least once every day. I stand at attention, bow to him, close my eyes, face him and appreciate everything He enables us human beings to do. He is the originator of life: He gives us light and heat and life itself. Unless he be with me, I am nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116706706699520589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116706706699520589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-not-bow-to-sun-why-not-bow-to-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116699570860305049</id><published>2006-12-24T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:03:24.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Repetitious Synonymous Expressions[원문]: Not surprisingly, Google also eschewed flashy, untargeted ads when doing its own promotions. Instead, Brin and Page continued the word-of-mouth campaign they had begun while students, having loyal users email search results to friends, doing inexpensive promotions like giving out Google pom-poms at Stanford's home football games, and opening an online shop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116699570860305049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116699570860305049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/repetitious-synonymous-expressions-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116694625360159010</id><published>2006-12-23T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:46:26.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sophistication in Intelligence Matters [원문]: Partly because of his greedy enthusiasm, and partly because of his natural ineptitude, and because of his lack of sophistication in intelligence matters, Critz blundered badly from the start. For such an old hand at the Washington game, his mistakes were inexcusable. (The Broker, John Grisham) [원문역]: 자신의 탐욕적 의욕과 선천적 어리석음, 그리고 지적 교양의 부재로 인해 크리츠는 시작부터 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116694625360159010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116694625360159010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/sophistication-in-intelligence-matters.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116691077519460805</id><published>2006-12-23T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T13:52:55.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Wonder Is the WorldA wonder is the universe, the Internet, and the world Google has made.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116691077519460805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116691077519460805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonder-is-world-wonder-is-universe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116681577475695084</id><published>2006-12-22T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:32:40.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Shot of Something=&gt;Dull the Sensorium[원문]: "Livingston, is that you?" he asked in a tone that sounded as if each syllable was painful."Yeah, yeah, just take it easy, Maury. You're gonnna be all right.""Oh, shit," his injured classmate gasped. "My father will give me hell for this. Probably say I can't do anything right." He made a sound that seemed to come from the no-man's land between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116681577475695084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116681577475695084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/dull-sensorium-livingston-is-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116676886787476093</id><published>2006-12-21T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:47:19.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He Has Been Euphoric EverMost of young women say they like funny guys and they will marry such merry men that make them laugh. Don't be fooled. I don't think they meant it, that is, they don't know what they are talking about. I've witnessed a living proof that they are not fond of hilarious young men. What's the proof? A really funny young man, on a local TV station, who had medium height and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116676886787476093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116676886787476093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/he-has-been-euphoric-ever-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116666991716391646</id><published>2006-12-20T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:02:02.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk One Thing and Another at the Same Time[원문]: "People try to mislead search engines," Page said. "How many times have people seen porn results thrown in with other random things? Raise your hands. Okay, we have a few who admit to it. It is a big problem for search engines. People trying to make money, basically, by getting their results listed for every search query, they don't care what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116666991716391646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116666991716391646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/talk-one-thing-and-another-at-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116660326527548150</id><published>2006-12-20T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:33:25.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Young Folks Shirk ResponsibilitiesA canopy of gloom shrouds the nation in which young men and women are playing single. They are not inclined to marry and have their own families. Some of them are insistent on bachelorships, and others are temporizing over the departure from the luxury of single lives even in their late 30s."They are staying put; They don't move out," a cab driver grumbles. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116660326527548150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116660326527548150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/young-folks-shirk-responsibilities.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116655729455457510</id><published>2006-12-19T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:41:45.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fireworks Or Just Friendships?[원문]: After listening to Flaherty offer an explanation of how AltaVista worked, the Google Guys knew they had something better. Still, one of the things Flaherty said lodged in their minds--that the entire AltaVista database, if printed out, would amount to a stack of paper 60 miles high, and that the search engine could pull any word out of that stack in less than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116655729455457510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116655729455457510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/fireworks-or-just-friendships-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116647296482994411</id><published>2006-12-18T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:36:26.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He Preferred the Luxury of Looking behind Himself[원문]:A spy for almost fifty years, he now preferred the luxury of looking behind himself when he moved about. He traveled in an unmarked white van--bullet-proof glass, lead walls, two heavily armed boys perched behind the heavily armed driver--with his wheelchair clamped to the floor in the rear and facing back so that Teddy could see the traffic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116647296482994411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116647296482994411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/he-preferred-luxury-of-looking-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116638917391251729</id><published>2006-12-17T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T12:59:33.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Snowed in SeoulIt snowed heavily last night. Rain in the summer and snow in the winter is a seasonal news and not a news anymore. The worry is that its frequency, extent and intensity take on an apocalyptic dimension, of which the reminder has been doomsday movie Tomorrow.Swarms of black crows in flock are reported to be circling the sky of the capital city of a neighborly country across the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116638917391251729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116638917391251729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-snowed-in-seoul-it-snowed-heavily.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116631001714196902</id><published>2006-12-16T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:00:17.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kinda Cool Out There Now?[원문]: "Almost ninety degrees?" I would ask. "Sure, Mr. Thomas, whatever you say," the answer would come back. "Something like that." So I would write, "High ninety degrees." Then I would ask later, "Kinda cool out there now?" "Sure, Mr. Thomas," the answer would come back. "About seventy-two degrees, would you say?" "Sure, whatever you say," the answer would come back. So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116631001714196902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116631001714196902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/kinda-cool-out-there-now-almost-ninety.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116630448989506717</id><published>2006-12-16T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:28:09.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Magic Tick Of Media FingersA local TV station SBS aired one woman in her early thirties and her seven children. They were living in Seoul, financially strapped with her modest house off to auction and with power and utility outages. The woman was aired struggling strenuously with her highly active children abandoned recently by their father.People appeared from nowhere to help out. With a magic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116630448989506717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116630448989506717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/magic-tick-of-media-fingers-local-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116620611602152855</id><published>2006-12-15T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:13:52.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He Still Worked as Assistant Surgeon [원문]: "Then what are you doing in Vanderbilt Hall?" Barney asked bemusedly."Oh, I'm going to be a doctor too--but in the sense that Keats, Rabelais, Chekhov, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle were doctors.""I thought Keats didn't graduate," Barney remarked."He still worked as assistant surgeon at St. Thomas's Hospital," Maury's eyes gleamed. "Do you want to write, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116620611602152855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116620611602152855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/he-still-worked-as-assistant-surgeon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116613048399985829</id><published>2006-12-14T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T13:08:28.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inexplicable Human MigrationJust like typhoon is impregnated and born in the South Pacific Seas and spiraling northward all the way through the South China Sea to disappear into the Kamchatka Peninsula, Japanese women make a northwest journey to Korea. Their intermittent migration is a mystery which bombards consciousness of the Korean male population.Anthropological psychologists will have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116613048399985829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116613048399985829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/inexplicable-human-migration-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116603568149784581</id><published>2006-12-13T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:49:09.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is Translation Sedition?[원문]: "He said, 'How about we try Google?' He liked it shorter. I typed in G-o-o-g-l-e and misspelled it on my workstation, and that was available. Larry found that acceptable, and he registered it later that evening and wrote it on the whiteboard:Google.com. It had a wild Internet ring to it, like Yahoo or Amazon. And I came in the next morning and Tamara had written a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116603568149784581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116603568149784581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-translation-sedition-he-said-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116595747425706560</id><published>2006-12-12T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:11:37.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am Just a Pebble Stone on the BeachI am just a pebble stone on the beach. I look up from my humble position at a rock which is huge and placed safe, secure and sound on the summit of the mountain.I am just a pebble stone on the beach. I shiver at the cold from the great ocean, with chills running low on my spine; I shudder with fright under the weight of an overpowering giant.Ignorance is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116595747425706560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116595747425706560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-just-pebble-stone-on-beach-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116588214159423804</id><published>2006-12-11T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:12:35.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Not Translate? Why Equivocate?[원문]: As to the question of why we search, aside from securing our immortality, the answer is more complicated that it might seem. Sure, we search to find information on all manner of things, or to locate something to buy, or to simply find the shortest route to a site we already know exists (the practice of typing in a word you know so as to yield a site you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116588214159423804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116588214159423804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-not-translate-why-equivocate-as-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116586806734360685</id><published>2006-12-11T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:14:27.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Didn't Specify Anything!I didn't specify anything yesterday, sirs and mesdames. What an irony. The fact that the very media which has been absorbing, storing and trading the information of the whole world, with no prior agreement or something, is tempted to review and prune messages the user was trying to post. Censorship is a disgrace of the civilized world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116586806734360685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116586806734360685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-didnt-specify-anything-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116580232637986137</id><published>2006-12-10T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:58:46.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Censirship Is an Evil!Censorship is bad. An evil. A cowardice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116580232637986137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116580232637986137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/censirship-is-evil-censorship-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116579622411734192</id><published>2006-12-10T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:21:49.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's fine today. Thank you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116579622411734192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116579622411734192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-fine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116568054677111881</id><published>2006-12-09T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:16:44.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dark and Dim: Visibility Zero[원문]: Brin interjected that the pair's overseas travels included not only Israel but also several European countries. They were on the prowl for talent, and they were considering opening new offices. For Sergey, who has a sharp sense of humor, the search was on-going. (p.13, The Google Story, David A. Vise and Mark Malseed)[원문역]: 브린은 이번 해외여행 중에 예정에도 없는 이스라엘과 몇몇 유럽 국가를</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116568054677111881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116568054677111881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/dark-and-dim-visibility-zero-brin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116561407523473742</id><published>2006-12-08T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:41:15.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Street of DistressThe feeling of powerlessness overwhelms me and most of us. The two consecutive regimes which hoisted the "flag of reform" have been limping all the way along, with their arms extended toward corruption to every stratum of society. Pigs are getting out of the open pen, disoriented, with shrill cries of oink, oink, oink..."I have no power," the sovereign whines every minute of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116561407523473742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116561407523473742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/street-of-distress-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-116560806236408367</id><published>2006-12-08T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:01:02.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>나는 냉소적인 태도를 보이고 있었다=&gt;I got cynical[원문]: ...and Bill was surprised that so few people came up to our box to say hello. Instead of discouraging him, the cool treatment I got fired his competitiveness. (p. 293, My Life, Bill Clinton)[원문역]: 그때 빌은 우리 좌석으로 찾아와 인사를 하는 사람이 너무나 적다고 흥분했고 오히려 나는 냉소적인 태도를 보이고 있었다. 그런데 빌은 내 태도에 실망하기는커녕 경쟁의식을 불살랐다. (빌 클린턴의 마이 라이프, p.432)[강평]::1)The translators are mistaken. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116560806236408367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/116560806236408367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-cynical.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106430405524233331</id><published>2003-09-23T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T01:00:55.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question to a Server OperatorAs of today, I cannot view my own blog. What's the problem, sirs and medames? Was I ostracized from your esteemed server? Edit-Me site was a disgrace to you?Very CuriousShimmanni</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106430405524233331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106430405524233331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/question-to-server-operator-as-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106417679153877563</id><published>2003-09-21T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T14:10:32.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shameless AnglersAre they worthy of human beings? Human beings, if they are to deserve the designation, are supposed not to behave like that, that is, to take advantage of others' troubles. How on earth did they think of doing this? It's just nothing other than looting a house on fire. The runaway cows and bulls which busted the cattle pen are considered to be somebody's property. Fowls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106417679153877563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106417679153877563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/shameless-anglers-are-they-worthy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106401494563765871</id><published>2003-09-19T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T04:13:11.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Giving Birth in U.S.AWhy go to the United States? Why go that far, the young ladies of South Korea? Go there to spend  their summer vacation, surfing in the U.S.A.? Absolutely not. Their trans-Pacific travel was designed to establish the feedback system of personal security. In which way? By the means of making their offspring citizens of the United States. To speak more concretly? To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106401494563765871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106401494563765871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/giving-birth-in-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106388293874576162</id><published>2003-09-18T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T04:06:20.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Cannot Eat Your Cake and have ItThey don't realize how ordinary citizens should  think and behave. Some U.S. citizens of Korean descent do not have the sense of human decency. They don't think it's a shame, semantically implicating that human greed is a major motivation. It seems that they think and behave like kids. It seems to me that they have eaten their cakes and they can still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106388293874576162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106388293874576162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/you-cannot-eat-your-cake-and-have-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106351076902090230</id><published>2003-09-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T20:39:29.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cicadas Go Berserk in South Korea South Pacific-generated typhoons, which have made a routine autumnal invasion to the Korean peninsula, have been fearful indeed. Usually they took their names from the designations of meteorological authorities of 'relevant' countries which these ill winds used to pass. The power of torrent is horrible and that of the gust is horrible, too. The bad thing is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106351076902090230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106351076902090230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/cicadas-go-berserk-in-south-korea.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106339763153793458</id><published>2003-09-12T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T13:13:51.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anxiety Ran High on the RoadMy son was behind the steering wheel. He seemed to be in control. In control of the vehicle he was now steering and the other vehicles moving in front of or behind his.Is Mum in good shape, I wondered? 'Good shape' is not proper words to describe an elderly woman of 86. She is a little scooped, also a little hard of hearing, yet no less keen at memorizing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106339763153793458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106339763153793458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/anxiety-ran-high-on-road-my-son-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106333343947738065</id><published>2003-09-11T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T21:40:40.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Don't They Learn to Behave in Decent Manner?Shimmanni: Hey, John, did you read the local newspaper article criticizing some derailments of native-speaking English language teachers? John: What do you mean by 'derailments? Shimmanni: Uh eh I...I mean misbehaviors or something by that. John: Misbehaviors? What kinds of misbehaviors? Shimmanni: The article alleges that 'the foreign </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106333343947738065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106333343947738065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/why-dont-they-learn-to-behave-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106294072155737043</id><published>2003-09-07T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T06:18:41.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coughing All The WayDistances are necessary in the world. There should be ones. And we must make a distance from time to time between human beings. To keep distances between people, any gamut of people, is right and proper. Excepting for a few instances, of course, that is, when mothers are breastfeeding their child and when the nurses are attending to their patients. Coughs have been used </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106294072155737043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106294072155737043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/coughing-all-way-distances-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106275044948528898</id><published>2003-09-05T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T01:27:29.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Lisafujiyama: Hi, I happened to run into you. I was hit ashore, but I was happy to know you. The next time I know, you are not here and I came to my senses. Where have you been? I still don't know how to reach you and the rest of colleague bloggers. I really appreciate our encounter in the course of Internet navigation. Good luck to you Lisa.Sincerely YoursShimmanni</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106275044948528898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106275044948528898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/to-lisafujiyama-hi-i-happened-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106274422522306166</id><published>2003-09-04T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T23:43:45.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Mad CountryOurs is a mad country. Real mad. Both nature and man are all mad. The field has gone crazy: The farmers are lamenting over the dead rice paddies, which are empty of rice because of the long rainy spell. In some of the paddy fields, they are setting fire to the dead plants. Crazy folks go berserk. Woman after woman, with her whining child in her bosom, falls from high-rise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106274422522306166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106274422522306166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/mad-country-ours-is-mad-country.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106254942422492740</id><published>2003-09-02T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T19:06:04.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Nation of Two-house FamiliesOurs is the nation of two-house families. There has been no concept of unit, unity, coherence and identity about them. There has been the only will to survive. Live and let die. Could you call this a sane and sober nation? Even the poor families categorized in below-the-middle-class bracket in the rural areas keep 'two houses': one in the countryside village </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106254942422492740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106254942422492740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/nation-of-two-house-families-ours-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106240781476573177</id><published>2003-09-01T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T04:31:43.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Komerican's Work Codes in a U.S. OfficeA U.S. citizen of Korean descent put forth a few office codes he has observed himself, of which almost all the codes comprise restrictions. He says the self-regulatory codes are designed to enhance his position in the work places and make his presence more favorable."Keep yourself clean," he advises. He says it's especially important in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106240781476573177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106240781476573177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/09/komericans-work-codes-in-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106236597227271862</id><published>2003-08-31T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T14:39:32.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yearning for FreedomI feel, I know and I realize that 'the Internet Age' is the age of the language. It occurs to me that in accordance with the degree of the English language skill, one is able to liberate oneself. Nonetheless, I am a clumsy handler, still fiddling with the age-old flint whereas the other folks are finessing, doing any performance with tact and elegance. The fortress has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106236597227271862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106236597227271862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/yearning-for-freedom-i-feel-i-know-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106230388311003221</id><published>2003-08-30T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T21:24:43.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The War of RosesThe M.C. of the program is Mr. Kang (Byung Kyoo), a baseball pitcher-turned television entertainer. He is a good-looking gentleman in his 30s. His voice is warm and sonerous. His smile is genuine. He is the very person who makes his guests participating in the program feel comfortable. Mr. Kang mcees (presides over) the program entitled, "The War of Roses." The program tells</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106230388311003221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106230388311003221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/war-of-roses-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106229554595127309</id><published>2003-08-30T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T19:05:45.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>아틀란틱</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106229554595127309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106229554595127309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106225085595767782</id><published>2003-08-30T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T18:22:33.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer Universiade 2003--A DisasterSummer Universiade 2003 was an utter disaster. Common sense was non-existent whereas nonsense was dominant. Summer Universiade 2003 was a total failure and a disgrace to the Korean sports establishment. Safety measures were not taken and there were accidents large and small. Daegu City did not look like a host at all; neither did they behave like one. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106225085595767782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106225085595767782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/summer-universiade-2003-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106220826838842039</id><published>2003-08-29T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T18:51:08.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106220826838842039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106220826838842039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106213702025188038</id><published>2003-08-28T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T23:03:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Few Words of Appreciation from a Flint ManA real gorgeous touch every day. Days of wonder to me. Although I am a learning type, I sometimes feel as if I were trapped  in the labyrinth. The labyrinth of wonder and luxury. I'll enjoy that, too. I am in the woods from time to time, but I manage to get out of the woods. Since I'm so clumsy in the digital jargons, I'm at a loss how to do with them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106213702025188038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106213702025188038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/few-words-of-appreciation-from-flint.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106208608517393218</id><published>2003-08-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T22:37:06.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty Ladies from DPRK Go BerserkThey were on their way, on board the express tour buses of Daegu City, South Korea, to the county of Yechon, in which the World Archery Game of Summer Universiade, 2003 was to be held. When they neared downtown of Yechon County, a large placard was spotted hanging across two elm tree trunks, on which greetings of welcome toward the DPRK sports teams and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106208608517393218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106208608517393218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/pretty-ladies-from-dprk-go-berserk.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106188880214194056</id><published>2003-08-26T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T02:06:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorrow and ChillA seasonal wonder is that suddenly one day shrill cries of cicadas stopped being heard. My auditory nerves would enjoy some relative peace. The next thing I knew, crickets startled me with their chrr chrr chrr symphony. Subdued yet sharp, the cacophonous heraldry of another season gives me sorrow and chill which I can't name. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106188880214194056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106188880214194056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/sorrow-and-chill-seasonal-wonder-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106179573982887560</id><published>2003-08-25T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T00:22:25.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ineffective RefutationFor a retort to be effective, it stands to reason. It must be reasonable and logical. But, the so-called liberals of South Korea used to refute them, whenever they're confronted with the rightists' accusations of DPRK's violations of basic humanrights. The liberals' assertion: "you don't seem to be in favor of the national reunification, do you?" In appearance, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106179573982887560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106179573982887560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/ineffective-refutation-for-retort-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106170327639991837</id><published>2003-08-23T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T22:34:36.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Itching wet DesireKey words that could mark this protracted rainy spell must be the word wet and its synonyms. The leaves of the trees and grass in the hills surrounding the city are spewing watery drops. The city traffic is also wet, with snails behind the steering wheels dreaming of the silver lining behind the clouds. The folks full of moisture are also wet with itching desire to get their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106170327639991837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106170327639991837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/itching-wet-desire-key-words-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106153281887287182</id><published>2003-08-21T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T23:14:29.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sirens Sent to Disarm the Southern Populace There is no spontaneity in DPRK (North Korea). There is something conspiratorial about the Woman Cheerleaders of DPRK. In brief, the 'Pretty Women' of North Korea were sent to the Summer Universiade "to disarm South Korea."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106153281887287182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106153281887287182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/sirens-sent-to-disarm-southern.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106142369408702755</id><published>2003-08-20T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:23:13.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pride of DPRK--the Snow-white Woman CheerleadersOf all the things that happen in the Global Village, the events and incidents of, in and from DPRK (North Korea) might have no parallel. Conceding that this is a country in which all the gamut of human behaviors have been controlled, this writer is shocked to death whenever he sees any novelty of orchestration by the totalitarian country.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106142369408702755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106142369408702755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/pride-of-dprk-snow-white-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106132868603886235</id><published>2003-08-19T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:22:57.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They're Sulking No MoreThey are sulking no more. They broke the ice and lowered their voices, with their faces brightened. The North Korean authorities notified the Summer Universiade Organization Committee of South Korea of their intention to cancel their previous notification of cacellation of participation in the games. Why? Because President Roh Moo Hyun expressed "regrets" for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106132868603886235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106132868603886235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/theyre-sulking-no-more-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106124576932641858</id><published>2003-08-18T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T13:47:19.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Kingdom of Falsehoods DPRK (Democratic People's Republic of Korea)--North Korea--is a misnomer. The country is not a republic but a monarchy. The reason: North Korea is ruled by only one man, whose title is not king but Chairman of the National Defense Committee. It has not been organized by the election by the people, of the people and for the people. Election means the consent of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106124576932641858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106124576932641858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/kingdom-of-falsehoods-dprk-democratic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106116210699346400</id><published>2003-08-17T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T20:43:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blackout as a Way to Return to NormalcyRather than blacken it out, the weird footage awoke my consciousness. I wish I had known predicaments each and every citizen of the north eastern U.S. had suffered in the suddenly enforced dark nights. Oddly enough, I felt kinship toward the gentlemen and ladies across the Pacific who had to cross the Brooklyn Bridge on foot because of the electric </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106116210699346400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106116210699346400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/blackout-as-way-to-return-to-normalcy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106101679530304869</id><published>2003-08-15T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T23:53:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106101679530304869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106101679530304869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106101655385250926</id><published>2003-08-15T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T00:25:20.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Nation of Legal Suits The Head of the State blew his top. The President lost his temper. Whatever it is called, it's so bad that the President lost his composure and was upset about something or some specific person or persons. How sorry for the nation to watch the President show his anger to its most heinous degree. What on earth has driven President Roh Moo Hyun up the wall? Although </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106101655385250926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106101655385250926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/nation-of-legal-suits-head-of-state.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106083998859465859</id><published>2003-08-13T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T03:02:18.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Welcome Guest of MarsThere was a little stir in the vicinity of Seoul last night, with people calling, from their fishing ponds, and reporting to news desks of the Metropolitan Press the appearance of a UFO, which later turned out to be the 'visiting' Mars, not a UFO. "It's Gold Star," the press people reassured the callers. What a surprise. The welcome guest of Mars is reported to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106083998859465859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106083998859465859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/welcome-guest-of-mars-there-was-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106054376149332045</id><published>2003-08-10T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T17:05:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Trapped in the Mire of SubservienceThe nation went nuts. Absurdities abound. Weirdies are rampant. Things evidently normal are few and far between. The traffic flows as usual. The aircraft lands and takes off as usual. Anxieties run through them. At banks armed robbers are running amuck with guns. Undulating stock markets between the stock price indices of 700 and 600 sieve the national </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106054376149332045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106054376149332045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/trapped-in-mire-of-subservience-nation.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106037493503830371</id><published>2003-08-08T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T17:07:47.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Wrong CueIf a dog is stroked and petted, he (or she) will consider his (or her) behavior acceptable. If he (or she) was once shouted down, he (or she) would consider his behavior undesirable and the mechanism of behavior control should be etched in his (or her) genes. If any member of our society took a "go ahead" cue from some routine practices, he or she would think they were taken for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106037493503830371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106037493503830371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/wrong-cue-if-dog-is-stroked-and-petted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106023866334497956</id><published>2003-08-06T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T23:44:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An English Verb I Favor the Most I favor the verb keep the most of all the English verbs. Why? Because it keeps me safe, keeping me from plunging into the pit of broken English. So, if any of you, just like me, are not sure of your English, I hope you'll keep consulting the verb. Then, I assure you that it'll keep saving your face. The atmosphere of the nation is heavily subdued. Why? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106023866334497956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106023866334497956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/english-verb-i-favor-most-i-favor-verb.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106014003135253789</id><published>2003-08-05T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T20:20:48.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kim Dae Jung Has Been an Ingrained LiarEx-president Kim Dae Jung has never told truths in his entire life. He has been an ingrained liar. He has outwitted his opponents into yielding to his candidacies. He has lied his way onto the presidency. He has even staged 'Pyongyang Peace Show' on the 15th of June, 2000 by lobbying Kim Jong Il of North Korea with wire-transfer of hundreds of millions of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106014003135253789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106014003135253789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/kim-dae-jung-has-been-ingrained-liar.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-106003249359996020</id><published>2003-08-04T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T14:33:06.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stem the Tide of Irresponsible Early DemiseSerial killing is in progress. Corpses are heaped on the territory. Immediate families are in grief over the losses. The atmosphere of mourning grips the nation. Killing, a queer mode of anti-social behavior, is classified into two categories--murders and suicides. The former, which you take the other's life, is dangerous and destructive . The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106003249359996020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/106003249359996020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/stem-tide-of-irresponsible-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105990356074689965</id><published>2003-08-03T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T02:43:37.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Tax Evader's Excuses for His CheatingDon't you tax officials of Seoul City Office know that government officials should be observant of the Constitution and obeisant to the people? (He raises his voice and begins to give a sermon to the visiting officials on the duties of the public servant.) Why are you treating me as if I were a criminal? I say to you and I warn you that you must not be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105990356074689965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105990356074689965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/tax-evaders-excuses-for-his-cheating.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105987018954313275</id><published>2003-08-02T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T21:21:04.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A Timid Alarmist's WorriesThe place: on the doorsteps leading down to the Kyobo Book Store in downtown Seoul. When: Four years ago. Who: an American tourist resident and an opinion writer on some things Korean. What: I had a discussion with the young prejudiced writer on some aspects of Korea. I recommended to him a very traditional meditation called 'chamson' (pronounced charm-sun), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105987018954313275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105987018954313275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/timid-alarmists-worries-place-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105979051627108896</id><published>2003-08-01T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T19:15:16.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> On Drinking Coffee Although my stomach resists its entry, my mouth still savors its flavor. It's so habitual that it disregards the recall to common sense. It's so addictive as to disobey the recipe for one's health.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105979051627108896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105979051627108896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/on-drinking-coffee-although-my-stomach.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105976843123996070</id><published>2003-08-01T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T13:07:11.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cicadas Are a Reminder of Things PastCicadas are not a public nuisance. They can not be a nuisance at all. It's a benediction that we're still able to be bombarded with the cacophony of the season. They're a reminder of things past. They remind me of all things natural--skies of summer, naked bathing in the countryside streams and fly fishing. Of elm trees under which the elderly of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105976843123996070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105976843123996070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/08/cicadas-are-reminder-of-things-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105960627783804673</id><published>2003-07-30T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T13:14:01.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Are You Leaving?Years ago, my online buddy with American citizenship of Cocassian descent got furious at me on www.nytimes.com/forum, saying "the Korean people are an ungrateful lot." I had been just curious then and there. Why? Because his Korean comrades at arms during annual Joint Team Spirit Exercises demanded to know, at every opportunity of their encounters, saying, "When are you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105960627783804673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105960627783804673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/07/when-are-you-leaving-years-ago-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105955586824444323</id><published>2003-07-30T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T02:04:28.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Immediate Aim of the Pre-school Year English LearningThe talk of the town here in South Korea has been young mothers' overenthusiasm toward the 'early education' of their children, especially in the English language learning. The trend is that the increasing number of young mothers is getting so crazy about the 'precocious and pre-school year English lessons. Human greed is their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105955586824444323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105955586824444323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/07/immediate-aim-of-pre-school-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105945963238707762</id><published>2003-07-28T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T23:20:32.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLOGGER</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105945963238707762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105945963238707762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/07/blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105944316258485017</id><published>2003-07-28T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T18:47:47.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like a Diary: So Soft and So TenuousIt's just like silkaline. Or like papier-mache. Or like cotton cloth of sophisticated manufacturing. How soft and tenuous does it seem. If you prick a point of the surface with a needle or something, it looks as if it would be dented or something. Ms Kil, a woman singer cum radio program moderator of Korean descent, misled by the feeling of personal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105944316258485017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105944316258485017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/07/like-diary-so-soft-and-so-tenuous-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105937721090267182</id><published>2003-07-28T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T00:28:49.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wrecking Ball of Social DisintegrationA gargantuan system of infidelity is in action these days. Social infrastructure of mutual trust is unraveling at the seams. All the gamut of societal groups, ranging from individual families to government agencies, is suffering from the lowest level of credit.What's the wrecking ball which is felling the structure of society? What are major factors</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105937721090267182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105937721090267182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/07/wrecking-ball-of-social-disintegration.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105935535449634730</id><published>2003-07-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T23:52:54.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sense and SensibilitiesThey're not merely raising voices but shouting antagonistic slogans, with bloodshot eyes, against the government's plan for building facilities for nuclear fuel waste storage, despite the  government's guaranteed pledge that the residents in and contiguous to the facilities be endowed with all sorts of safety measures plus environment improvements showered upon them. All </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105935535449634730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105935535449634730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/07/sense-and-sensibilities-theyre-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105917510369930354</id><published>2003-07-25T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T16:18:23.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Has TsaoTsao's Army Infiltrated into the Village?I feel it just like my home. It's so cool. So soft. So tenuous. I feel it all the more so when I take a downlook at some local forum sites where netizens are involved in hot debate (fierce fight) or something. This is the Age of the Internet. Nonetheless, the Flint Man thinks this is my house. How hallucinatory! Is that a vision. The thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105917510369930354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105917510369930354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/07/has-tsaotsaos-army-infiltrated-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615128.post-105916715768011941</id><published>2003-07-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T14:05:57.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a brand new world. I owe every bit of conveniences, benefits and joy of using all this to www.blogger.com. I also appreciate all the information, advice and recommendation by the kind-hearted discussion forum hosts of www.theatlantic.com and my online buddy Nova, an American citizen of Korean origin. I am a man of comparatively old age and very clumsy in using the Internet and ignorant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105916715768011941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5615128/posts/default/105916715768011941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shimmanni.blogspot.com/2003/07/this-is-brand-new-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Jungcook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00535317473707096266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
