Bind and Binding
See the sight
Hear the sound
What was lost
Now is found
Bind and Binding
Ariel heard this charm from her older brothers girlfriend when she was in eighth grade. It is a Wicca charm that is supposed to allow the person who recites it three times to find any item that he or she has lost. The charm follows one of folklores most common rules, the rule of three. Ariel says that she has used the charm and she believes that it works.
Take a can (soup, Pringles, ect.)
Decorate it green with pictures of money, and coins, and color it. Put all of your change into it. Shake it three times. Say May my wealth increase, so may it be.
Ariel learned this charm from her older brothers girlfriend when she was in middle school. The charm is supposed to increase your wealth if done properly. The chant is supposed to be performed during a full moon.
This charm follows many folklore traditions. We again see the repetition of three when the can is shaken. We also see a belief that imitation can conjure something of the like. The can is decorated to resemble money and this is intended to attract money to the individual who recites the charm. The charm also implements use of the lunar calendar, as the directions state that the charm must be performed on the first night of a full moon. Ariel does not know the significance of the first night of the full moon in the efficaciousness of the charm, but she remembers that she was told that the charm would not work if done on any other night.
Rub menthol on the soles of your feet to cure a cold.
Ariels mother told her that she could cure a cough by rubbing menthol on the soles of her feet. She says that she has used this remedy to cure a cold as recently as this month. The only requirements to make the remedy work is to rub menthol on the soles of your feet and cover them with something warm. Ariel says that she was told that her feet would absorb the menthol and cure a cough without the discomfort that occurs when menthol is rubbed on the chest. She says that it did not cause her to have a runny nose and the smell did not bother her as it would had she put the menthol on her chest.
Until the lion has his historian, the hunter will always be a hero.
Abisola says that she heard the proverb from a guest speaker at an AFRICA SC meeting. She believes that the proverb is similar to the saying that history is written by the victors. She says that it means that we will always sing the praises of the winner until we are informed of the atrocities that were committed against the losers. Until both sides of the tale are told, only those who come out on top will be able to tell their story.
There is a similar proverb in the book Home and Exile by Chinua Achebe. He states the story of the hunt will only glorify the hunter.
With the advent of the internet and the globalization of culture, this proverb has proven true. Now that anyone can share his or her story it is much more difficult for those who triumph by force to quell the voices of those they terrorized. Even some of our most revered heroes in history has been exposed for the atrocities that they committed and their moral indignities. This proverb states that until there is a way for the voice of the victim to be heard, the victor will be esteemed for his victory without question of the cost.
Ti chen gen fos devan kay met li
A little dog is really brave in front of his masters house
This is a Creole proverb. Makini says that she heard it from her mother when she switched schools after her freshman year in high school. She was being picked on by a boy in her class, and her mother told her the proverb. She says that it means that it is easy for a small individual to talk tough when he/ she is in a comfortable situation. Because she was a new student and was on his home turf, he felt that he could be brave and torment her. If he had not felt that he would be backed up by his peers, then he would not have even attempted it.
It is a Korean tradition to eat Miyok Guk (seaweed soup) on ones birthday.
My mother told me she learned this tradition when she was really young. She told me that every birthday since she can remember, her mother (my grandmother) would make her this traditional seaweed soup. She would always start off her birthday by eating this soup. My grandmother did this tradition not only with my mother but also with my mothers six other siblings. This tradition carried on to my mother. She makes this tradition soup on my birthday and also my sisters birthday. My mother also makes this soup on my fathers birthday since my fathers mother lives far away. My mother said that she doesnt really know when and by whom this was started. However, she said that the reason why Korean mothers make this soup on their childrens birthday is because right after giving birth it is a tradition for the mother to eat this soup. This soup is supposed to have many nutritious benefits that replenish the mother after she uses all her energy to give birth. Also this soup is supposed to help the mother lactate better. So by eating this soup on your birthday, it represents your birth and it also is supposed to give you strength because this soup gave strength to your mother to feed you.
Just like my mother has been eating this soup ever since birth, I feel like I have also been eating this soup since forever. I dont know much about the soup giving you strength and helping mothers lactate better. Maybe it does and maybe it does not. However, I think most of all, it is eaten so families can celebrate and reminisce back to the day a family member was born. Since the child came out of the mother, I feel like not so much the father but the mother has a huge attachment to the day her child was born. I think this is why every Korean mother I know; cooks Miyok guk on every birthday of her child. Eating Miyuk Guk on my birthday has more of a superstitious meaning for me. I feel like by eating this soup on my birthday it will give me good luck and another good year. However, I remember a time when my mother was actually gone for my birthday and she could not cook the soup for me. Even though, my father cooked some Miyuk Guk that morning, it felt very weird. It just wasnt the same as my mothers. I felt like I was almost cursed to have a bad year.
Every New Years day, it is also a Korean tradition to eat Dduk Mandu Guk (Dumpling
soup with rice cakes).
My mother told me another tradition that Koreans do every year. Every New Years day, Koreans eat a traditional dish of Dduk Mandu Guk. She told me that she used to eat it in Korea every New Years day. Koreas New Years is a little different from Americas because Korea celebrates its New Years based on a lunar calendar and not a solar calendar. She told me that before when she was younger that they would eat just Mandu Guk (Dumpling soup) without the Dduk (rice cake) on New Years. It wasnt until sometime later that they added Dduk to it. She said the northern regions of Korea (before North and South split) added Dduk to their soup and it influenced others regions of Korea to follow. She said that each family has different and special methods and ingredients that they add to their dumplings that make each dumpling somewhat unique. This variation makes most families dumpling soup somewhat unique. In my moms dumpling soup, she said that she adds seasoned chicken breast strips on top of the soup to give it a spicy kick to it. When asked why Koreans eat dumpling soup for New Years, she said that every year that passes, we ate another year. So to kind of symbolize that eating and for another good year, Koreans like to eat a nice, warm, filling dumpling soup.
It was kind of neat talking to my mother about this. I didnt realize that Korea celebrated New Years on a different day than us. My mother grew up eating this soup on a different day every New Year since the New Years date would change every year because of the lunar calendar. I really enjoy eating Dduk Mandu Guk and especially on New Years. It is like eating turkey every Thanksgiving. It is a meal I grew up eating every New Years and I feel like I have to eat it every New Years. I actually often go to Koreatown and order a bowl of dumpling soup once in awhile. And it is true what my mother says about each soup being somewhat different. Sometimes the base is different and other times it is the dumpling that has a slightly different taste to it. I realized that all dumpling soups are very similar, and yet somehow pretty different. To this day, I have yet encountered a dumpling soup with the same chicken strips that mother adds. I wasnt sure if I understood my mother correctly when she said they ate another year. I have never heard of a year passing, as eating the year. But overall, it was interesting learning about this.
Joke- United States
So a guy walks into the bar and orders a drink from the bartender. Sitting there and drinking, he looks over and sees a horse. He calls the bartender over and asks why theres a horse in the bar. Bartender tells him, Oh its my horse. And then the bartender goes, I bet you cant make my horse laugh. The guy goes Okay, for a drink? and the bartender goes. Sure, why not. So the guy takes the horse into the other room. About 15 seconds later, the guy opens the door. And the horse is laughing. So then the bartender gives him a drink and asks him how he did it. However, the guy refuses to tell him. So the bartender goes, okay, if you make my horse cry, ill give you another drink. So the guy says, okay. So the guy takes the horse into the other room. About 15 seconds later, the guy opens the door and the horse is crying. So the bartender gives him his free drink and asks him how he did it. The guy goes, if you gives me another drink, Ill tell you. So the bartender gives him another drink and the guy tells him, To make your horse laugh, I told him I had a bigger penis than him. To make him cry, I showed him.
Eric told me that he learned this joke randomly from his friend in high school, probably his sophomore year. He said that they were probably just messing around and telling each other these jokes about sex and sexual parts. He said he really liked this joke and thought it was really funny. So it kind of just stayed with him all these years. However, he said it was hard to remember the joke exactly. He said that it was hard to tell the joke with all the pieces being the same every time. He said most of the time when he tells it, the joke is always a little different.
Eric is my roommate and I have heard this joke before I recorded it for my folklore collection. I think it is funny and a little immature but yet still funny. I think it was probably my sophomore, maybe freshmen year in high school when my friends and I would tell each other similar jokes. I think it is interesting that even though Eric grew up in Las Vegas and I grew up in the Los Angeles area that we told similar jokes. I remember telling Your momma is so fat jokes, and bar jokes and definitely many sexual jokes. As I said before I have heard this joke before from him. Its true what Eric says that every time he tells it, it always changes a little bit. I think last time he told me, the horse was already in the other room and the timing was like 10 seconds later. And I believe I told this joke to someone else using something similar. So I can see how similar jokes with different variations spread amongst people.
Joke- United States
So a guy walks into the bar and orders a drink from the bartender. Sitting there and drinking, he looks over and sees a ten inch pianist. He calls the bartender over and asks where the little man came from. So the bartender tells him, that he found a lamp and genie came out of it. The genie told him that he would grant him one wish. So the guy goes, so
you wished of a ten inch pianist? and the bartender goes, well
Eric told me that he also learned this joke randomly from his friend in high school. It was probably sophomore year and probably from the same friend that told him the other bar joke. He said that they would tell a lot of random jokes to each other. He said he also really liked this joke and thought it was really funny. So it kind of just stayed with him all these years. He said that this was a joke that you had to say and not just read. He said that the punch of the joke is way funnier when it is told and not read.
It is kind of weird because I have also heard this joke before when I was younger and probably my sophomore year. However for my joke, the pianist was a twelve inch man. I really thought that this joke was funny when I was younger. It was kind of amusing how the genie mistaken a penis for a pianist. I remember that there were a lot of these word plays, sexual jokes during my childhood; especially during the beginning ages of sexual curiosity and puberty.
Drinking Game- Korea
A drinking game, I played while I was studying abroad in Korea was Titanic. Basically, you need a glass cup for beer, a shot glass and it has to be glass, beer, and soju. So what you do is you pour a glass full of beer and then put an empty shot glass on top of it ( you pour a little soju in the shot glass to stabilize it) . So everyone sit around in a circle and each person pours some amount of soju into the shot glass. They can pour as much or as little as they want; as long as they pour some amount. Whoever causes the shot glass to tip over, has to drink the glass full of beer and soju. Thats the end of the game but you play multiple rounds of it.
Garam said that he learned this game in Korea when he went to study abroad this last fall, in 2007. He said that drinking was a big part of the Korea culture and that is how most people bonded. People in Korea bonded over drinks at bars and at peoples homes. He said he was over at some friends place in Korea one night and they wanted to play Titanic. He said that is when he learned about this drinking game.
I personally have never played this game but I have heard about this game before Garam told me about it. I actually was over at my friends place a couple of weeks ago and they wanted to play this game. My friends there were Korean. So they probably heard about this game from other friends that are Korean. Well, we wanted to play this game but the shot glasses they had were all plastic. And like Garam said, it really has to be glass. The plastic does not have enough weight to it so it does not sit bottom down. It just falls on to its side. So we never got to play the game. It seems like a fun game. It is somewhat like Hot Potatoes. You want to keep passing it along and not get caught being the last one.