...because I can.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Shrek 3---ugh!

You know how when you see a movie for the very first time..you associate that movie with the person you saw it with???

... then depending on who the person is, that movie can become something that gives you goose pimples in a good way w/ the warm fuzzy feeling inside orrrr make you want to throw up in your mouth?!?!

Shrek III is coming out and when I saw the previews for it today, lets just say I'm glad that I didnt eat anything spicy because my lunch alllllmost came up!

moral of the story:
WHOEVER thought that date nights at the movies were a better solution to staring at eachother in awkward silence, should be shot! Some really really good movies will forever be ruined for me...at least, if I just stared at the person's face for the 2 hours then maybe remembering THAT would be the only thing that made me physically ill ...I mean let's be honest, it's wayyy easier to erase a face that you would rather not remember anyways then an entire movie with it's soundtracks, advertisements, award shows and DAMNNNN sequels, three-quels and whatever-quels... instead everything from Disney movies to Texas Chainsaw Massacre send me dashing to the nearest toilet.

siiigh...

Monday, April 16, 2007

Spring Has Sprung...


And in Japan, that means it is time again to contemplate mono no aware, the fleeting and slightly melancholy nature of being alive. Japan has got to be the only country in the world with forecast systems in place for both some of the worst natural disasters imaginable, and flowers. Meteorological agencies across the country rush to predict just when and where the cherry blossoms will bloom so millions can plan on which days to pull sick days in order to recover from Hanami.

Ever since I’ve been in Japan I feel like a 45 year old woman (as Decky put it), going to tea-parties, card nights, book clubs, pot-lucks and being in bed by 10:00…might as well keep it going with a ‘flower viewing’ party eh? In fact, many of my friends drove all the way down to Joetsu to enjoy the viewing b/c it supposedly has the #3 night viewing in all of Japan. Notice I said “night” –some of my friends aren’t all together too bright and drove down in the morning…but ALTs never claim to be the sharpest tools in the shed. Fortunately for them Hanami isn’t about appreciating cherry blossoms. It about sitting making as much of an ass of yourself as possible in a crowded public park and drinking to the brink of passing out...which ALTs seem to be pros at. It’s the time of year when hospital admittances for alcohol poisoning are at their highest and sales of blue plastic sheets skyrocket.


“Cherry blossoms (sakura) are charged with meaning. Their fragile and fleeting bloom has been compared to a woman's beauty, blossoming for a short period before withering into old age. The fighting men of Japan - soldiers, samurai and gangsters - often used them as a symbol of a life that was short but magnificent. Because the Japanese school year begins in April, the sakura are also seen as a sign of beginning, signaling a new stage in life.” Of course, most of this ancient symbolism has been lost in the pursuit of an excuse to get drunk and take nenkyu (leave from work)..but I’m not complaining.


HANAMI FACTS:

1. When and how this whole hanami thing got started is a mystery, but it has been going on for a long time. Some say it started in the Nara period (710-784), due to the encroaching influence of the Chinese Tang Dynasty and its established culture of flower appreciation. Others argue it is a Japan-original, with 3rd century hanami parties being mentioned in the Nihon Shoki (Chronicles of Japan). Either way, plum blossoms and wisteria were originally the flowers of note, with nobody giving a hoot about sakura. However, like pretty much everything else in traditional Japanese culture, this all changed with the publication of The Tale of Genji, which included a sakura-hanami party scene. From then on, the word came to be exclusively associated with parties under cherry blossoms.

2. Whether or not hanami parties are indigenous to Japan, Sakura trees aren't. They were imported to Japan from the Himalayas and have been artificially hybridized for centuries, resulting in around 305 distinct varieties. Considered the most beautiful sakura and genetically grafted so that all of its flowers bloom at the same time, the Somei Yoshino was perfected towards the end of the Edo period. And yes, I know most of you probably already know but…although they are called "cherry blossoms" in English, actual cherries come from an entirely different species of tree, so don’t ask for any cherry omiyage.

3. To help manage the big sake bottles, people are often seen drinking from masu, a square wooden box-shaped cup usually with some design etched in it. Masu were originally a standardized measuring cup for counting rice, said to contain exactly enough rice to feed a working man for one day. 365 masu added up to a koku, enough rice to feed someone for a year; this was used as a measure of wealth in feudal Japan.

4. Nowadays, the focus of the event has changed, which resulted in the phrase hana yori dango. It means: being more interested in the tasty and sweet foods of hanami parties (dango) rather than wasting time staring at the flowers (hana) and contemplating mono no aware. Personally, I think this would be better called hana yori sake, but whatever flips your skirt.
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Thursday, April 12, 2007

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FAM-BAM

I am shit. My Bachan's b-day was before I left to PnG and I didnt even call her!

Happy Be-Lated Birthday!! and.......

Happy Birthday to my DADDA!!!!

He is so cool huh?!? lol...I'm not foolin!

(inside joke that only Jeffrey gets..I'm not actually that lame to say that! --sorry Dad)

Monday, April 02, 2007

Papua New Guinea

After living in the jungle villages of Papua New Guinea leaving with absolutely nothing, I feel like I returned filled to the brim, overflowing with treasures. It is so cliché to claim that it was life changing but when an experience grabs you by the heart and makes you rethink everything you have ever known to be important, life-altering is the only description that is able to capture the magnitude of the realization.

All my life I have been obsessed with the next step, what I will do tomorrow, where will I go to Law School, what my future will bring, how will I make money and where I will live. For the very first time in my life, I was completely content sitting around staring at the same 12 sun burnt faces 24 hours a day talking about nothing more serious than who had the most mosquito bites or the latest spider count in the bathroom. Playing cards was so intense that if you would likely be cussed out if you took too long on your turn. Calling each other names and cursing each other out for spying on each other’s cards was the norm, all to be forgiven once the game was over and I (of course) won. I listened to “The Secret Life of Bees” in the worst southern accents I have ever heard, “Blow Your Load” took on a whole new meaning and learned that It’s Not Safe Once the Sun Goes Down. I have so many memories that this group is all a part of and I learned that sometimes it’s important to take the time out to let people know what they mean to you because even though it’s obvious to you, they may not know it. I am completely shit at showing my emotions, so while the lessons of P&G (lol) are still fresh in my head I think I should do it more often.

The “stuff” that you are truly made of, that defines who YOU are, the depth of your character and the limitations of your personality, weaknesses and insecurities are only allowed to shine through once all comforts of home and material possessions are stripped away. In fact, these things are the only things strong enough to survive the storm, now sticking out so far above everything else they are impossible to ignore.

I encountered people living in complete poverty, their children walk around with bloated stomachs from malnutrition and ring worm that overtakes their entire body. They live in meagerness with nothing beyond the bare necessities and yet somehow managed to shower us with gifts upon arrival and fill our stomachs with food even though they cant manage to fill their own. When you cross paths with people who encompass the kinds of kindness and generosity that only exist in the most optimistic minds, it is impossible not to feel a pang of guilt for having so much yet appreciating so little.

The people of the villages gave trust without us earning it and were overtaken with happiness if you gave a smile or wink, bonus points for hugs. The children held my hand and looked up at me with eyes full of trust and genuine love and a longing for any scrap of knowledge you were willing to divulge. Most people will never experience this feeling in their entire lives and be completely happy in their ignorance but once you experience it just once, nothing can ever be the same. I feel so grateful that I have been given this opportunity so young and if I can live my life with 1/10 of the altruism that they do, then this short time has enriched my life the sum of 22 years has not been able to.

If it is true that man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world, than my world is expanding with every day. As for now, this short snip-it is all Im going to say about Papua New Guinea until I can find the right words to tell the stories and do them justice. Here are a few pics for now until I manage to put all my thoughts into coherent sentences