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Hanging on for dear life, even in the afterlife.

 
 

Becoming a Fan -- of a Communist?


Yes, yes. A few years ago I jokingly said told my mom I wanted to join the Communist Party. That was then, a time when I really didn’t know my way around in the world. My idealist nature thought the same as those in the past: Communism looks good on paper. But, I’ve come to realize that the written word doesn’t quite take into account human nature, primarily GREED.


But those thoughts of mine aren’t why I’m writing this post. I’m writing because of Facebook, “strawberry people” and pop-culture. And Communism.



A friend of mine recently became a supporter of 溫家寶/Wen Jia-bao, the leader of the Communist Party in China. Now, this friend is a smart guy, well-read, a real thinker. So, I wondered, why would he be a supporter of Chairman Wen? So I asked. His reason: “There’s no reason, frankly - that I can support him on Facebook is kind of reason enough.”


At first, I was like, “Hey, sure its your call.” But then I started to think a little more. Are the 50,ooo+ “supporters” on Facebook supporting the man, or the political philosophy? Not even 50 years ago, the witch-hunts were on in the US because Communism was going to take democracy over. Now, the world is so “global” that the grass really is greener on the other side.


The Taiwanese call 20-somethings “strawberry people.” They’re sweet and juicy, beautiful to look at. But, if you touch them too hard, or push them too far, they squish. Hence, they’re strawberries. (Why? Taiwan’s economy’s been good, there hasn’t been a war in a good many years, and life is good.) I think the people in my generation are the same, just we’re not called Strawberries, we’re OPTIMISTIC and OPENMINDED.



So, back to Communism. Are people from a democratic background supporting this communist leader because they don’t know or don’t care of the implications of Communism? Are they thinking, “hey…China houses the largest population in the world. Communism works for all those people, it can’t be so bad. Communism is cool, and it makes a great logo for my overpriced T-shirt, too.”


There has been talk about China’s rise. China’s power. China’s possible overtaking of the free world. YES, of the FREE WORLD. China is a communist country. If it “takes over,” it’s political philosophies will TAKE OVER others’, including democracy.



Do people not see that the country takes away it’s “comrade’s” ability to be aware of reality? Things just do not exist in that country. Events just did not happen there. I’m thinking about Tinnament (misspelled on purpose) Square. I’m thinking about the earthquake a few years back that the government denied occurring. I’m thinking about the tv interview with the Dalee Llama recently that had parts blacked out on Chinese TV.


This morning my mom said that it might not be so bad to live in “Alzeihmer’s land,” the place you go when you don’t remember the past and are unaware of the present. You don’t think and that neutrality is pleasant. Ignorance is bliss. I don’t know. I think I’d rather be aware of the world and it’s happenings without a communist or military filter.



President Bush doesn’t read the newspaper and look where the country has gone — to shit. Unemployment is up, housing is a bust…and his policies are exactly the same.


Amidst my rambling, I mean to say: I do not support Chairman Wen. Chairman Wen represents Communism and not democracy. I do not support Communism. That said, I’m also pondering the rise in Muslim beliefs and philosophies coming into other “western” political philosophies — but that’s for another day.


But my real point is: People are not thinking. Taiwan’s unofficial motto is: Welcome to Taiwan, Now stop thinking.” People on facebook are not thinking: they are hoping some cool logo on their page will make their friends laugh or joke. But this isn’t funny. Your “supporting” means something to someone and might be used against you.



Don’t support something unless you really support it. Please? (Oh, I’m just remded of how we used to call people in high school “sheep” — they quietly walked the halls, not thinking, just following the person behind. Is that what my generation has turned into? Sheep? Oh, I do hope not.)

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Breakfast -- wishing it were cake



Unfortunately, not a cake.


My stomach is still not doing well -- I'm attributing my frequent trips to Mr. Toilet with either some new friends called Giardia or my recent cravings for the super spicy. But this morning I woke up actually craving cake. A big, moist white cake with gobs of sugary frosting (a la Magnolia’s) covered in big sweet purple roses. And I would take the cake and stick my hand in to grab a huge chunk of cake and frosting madness to stuff into my face, covering my cheeks and face, like a little 4 year old experiencing his first “I’m a big kid now” birthday party.

But it was 9:30 in the morning and the bakeries were sure to be closed so I elected instead to make a bowl of cereal oatmeal and a cup of banana-milk-green tea smoothie drink.

Maybe today I’ll buy my cake. :+) (But I’m able to button my new bought-in-Taiwan pants, so maybe I shouldn’t eat a hamburger (also a big craving as of late) nor the cake.)

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Breakfast -- wishing it were cake



Unfortunately, not a cake.


My stomach is still not doing well — I’m attributing my frequent trips to Mr. Toilet with either some new friends called Giardia or my recent cravings for the super spicy. But this morning I woke up actually craving cake. A big, moist white cake with gobs of sugary frosting (a la Magnolia’s) covered in big sweet purple roses. And I would take the cake and stick my hand in to grab a huge chunk of cake and frosting madness to stuff into my face, covering my cheeks and face, like a little 4 year old experiencing his first “I’m a big kid now” birthday party.



But it was 9:30 in the morning and the bakeries were sure to be closed so I elected instead to make a bowl of cereal oatmeal and a cup of banana-milk-green tea smoothie drink.


Maybe today I’ll buy my cake. :+) (But I’m able to button my new bought-in-Taiwan pants, so maybe I shouldn’t eat a hamburger (also a big craving as of late) nor the cake.)

 
 

Staying and Belonging Might Be Different.



Sei un po’ di.me (or my title: “Not everyone sheds blood the first time they have sex.”)
http://flickr.com/photos/apesara/1542716302/

In a time we are increasingly more able to relocate, why do some decide to stay somewhere that does not represent the ideals they have? For example, the increasing number of Muslims in Europe who which to return to a traditional Muslim lifestyle, but remain in liberal western Europe?

I’m not saying that one group of people should be disallowed to live or be in a certain place, but wouldn’t they rather live amongst those that share the same value system? I don’t enjoy corporate America, so I left the pseudo-non-profit (corporate) lifestyle to hopefully move into a house in a rice field where I can hopefully grow crazy Taiwanese veggies and flowers. Lesbians flock to Park Slope, and apparently Utah (go figure!), because…well…there’s other lesbians! (and Park Slope has services geared for the population, which is my overall point.)

 
 

Intimate surgeries for the sake of religion? Count me out.



Sei un po’ di.me (or my title: “Not everyone sheds blood the first time they have sex.”)

http://flickr.com/photos/apesara/1542716302/



In a time we are increasingly more able to relocate, why do some decide to stay somewhere that does not represent the ideals they have? For example, the increasing number of Muslims in Europe who which to return to a traditional Muslim lifestyle, but remain in liberal western Europe?


I’m not saying that one group of people should be disallowed to live or be in a certain place, but wouldn’t they rather live amongst those that share the same value system? I don’t enjoy corporate America, so I left the pseudo-non-profit (corporate) lifestyle to hopefully move into a house in a rice field where I can hopefully grow crazy Taiwanese veggies and flowers. Lesbians flock to Park Slope, and apparently Utah (go figure!), because…well…there’s other lesbians! (and Park Slope has services geared for the population, which is my overall point.)


These thoughts come while reading the NYTimes piece about Muslim women in Europe surgically re-establishing their hymen. “In my culture, not to be a virgin is to be dirt,” said the student, perched on a hospital bed as she awaited surgery on Thursday. “Right now, virginity is more important to me than life.” Gyn’s are giving out certificates of virinity. Hey…when you have sex, you mentally and phyiscally de-virginate (de-virginize?) yourself. You cannot go back to the innocence.



A comedy film just released on the topic and the director had something relevant to this post to say…


“We realized that what we thought was a sporadic practice was actually pretty common,” said Davide Sordella, the film’s director. “These women can live in Italy, adopt our mentality and wear jeans. But in the moments that matter, they don’t always have the strength to go against their culture.


After reading the article, I’m thinking that I like America’s way of releasing tradition. America lets you start new, forget your past, let go of old baggage. Many of the women mentioned in the article are worried about their families. What is dad going to think? Well, lady…you’ve been in an 8-year relationship. You’re 32 years old. You dad is DELUSIONAL if he thinks you are still chaste. Instead of you going to the doctor, maybe dear old dad should.


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Surgery Offers Muslim Women Illusion of Virginity



Published: June 11, 2008


An increasing number of Muslim women in Europe are having surgery to create the illusion of virginity.

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In other news

In writing about the current juxtaposition between allowing people in for the games and making sure the ones they dont want come in (and reminding that China’s government has taken about 20 steps back in its stance on human rights, if it ever had one), the NYTimes editorial staff says

There’s an inherent contradiction between China’s desire to invite the world to the Olympics and its effort to deny those visitors — and its own people — the most basic freedoms. Last week, an I.O.C. official said he is convinced the Games would be a “force for good” in China. The committee and Western governments need to remind Beijing that the world is watching, and so far the picture isn’t good.


I’d prefer to just turn off the television, actually. Goodbye, interest in Olympics. RIP.

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Moving on…to meat. Actually, on to avoiding meat because its not really nescessary.

People are eating a half pound of meat every day? Wow. I guess I might have eaten about that when I was growing up, and sustaining myself in college. But…a half pound?

One important thing I’ve learned living with Kim and living abroad is that meat isn’t the main part of the meal. As the Minimalist says, in many couisines meat adds flavor to a dish. Even in the old west, meat was meant to make the beans taste good.

But the comment on the once-in-awhile splurge “eat like a true American” makes me nauseous. I don’t fit into clothes at the clothing store here because for 25 years I ate like “an American.” Look where it got me. There should be no eating “like an American.” And what does that mean, anyway? Is the minimalist condoning the eating of fast food? Oh dear, I hope not.

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And from refraining from putting the meat in your basket, we see an article on the gardening wave.

Daily, dare I saw hourly, i go back and forth on being proud of my nationality. This article, this wonderful article, makes me proud. People are saying no to driving to the hypermarket where aisles of items shipped from afar lay waiting. They’re growing their own produce.

Awhile back on Forumosa, a poster commented on how some taiwanese gardener was “raping the land” with his impromtu garden. I recall saying how great it was that the person was feeing his loved ones from his own sweat and blood, and maybe making a buck or two off of it…especially since he’s not giving Carrefour any of his money. “Raping the land”… is that what some westerners (people) think gardening is? We’ve come to a point where the civilized world doesn’t know where their food comes from, nor do they really want to. I admit, I’m not sure where all my stuff comes from. But the grandma with her blanket of veggies probably grew her stuff, where I know for sure that the stuff at Carrefour was trucked in, not grown by the clerks.

Enough rambling and complaining before I turn into an old angry lady. :+) There’s work to be done! (I’m in Taichung, packing the remains of my Taichung life. This trip I’ve hit all my favorite places: the market (the tofu lady gave me an extra piece of fried tofu! and wanted to know where I had been for the past month or so), pei’s tea shop, feng chia night market, the immigration office (Bourne got his ARC — yeah!), and the corner 7-11. :+) But now I have to bring my tatami and rock pillow, and some odds and ends like a rice cooker and a fan. And I’m tired. :+) )

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Photo Credits
Beijing Olympics: http://flickr.com/photos/25063652@N06/2364072295/Meat: http://flickr.com/photos/dongkwan/2411796681/
Garden: http://flickr.com/photos/dezeneandjoyel/635520529/

 
 

Shoes stifle creativity - - not only a hypothesis any more!

Shoes stifle creativity, I have always said. Taking off my shoes was always the first thing I did when getting off my middle and high school buses. The walk home was a mix of asphalt, cement, fallen acorns, drying seeds, piled leaves, and plush grass…and the changing temperatures and textures told me where I was, and how much longer I had until reaching home. I loved every minute of it. Still, when I return to my parent’s home, I take the dog out in my bare feet.


Now, according to some recent findings and popularized pieces of journalism, barefoot is the way to be. You should read more…


NPR: Feet Hurt? Stop Wearing Shoes (The Bryant Park Project)


NY Magazine: You Walk Wrong (**Check this out for the photos!)

The Society for Barefoot Living


NPR: Barefoot Guy Swears Off Shoes Forever (The Bryant Park Project)


Photo: “For Larry” http://flickr.com/photos/ingorrr/392524752/

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Too hot to move.



free courts in muzha.


it’s so hot…cannot…stand up. spent a few hours playing tennis with my friend Jenny and then, upon arriving home, crashed on my bed. its only june and the weather is already demobilizing. (The dog here was taking himself on a little walk and swim while we were playing tennis…its too bad i couldn’t jump in the water with him!)



got two good phone calls this afternoon. my future manager is arranging for me to have two new private students. i start preparing to teach next monday (going to see the San Chong school and meet with the new private students…not teaching yet, not until the work permit arrives). the onother good phone call came in today from ivy who is just awesome. she reminds me of how to have fun teaching english — today’s super project idea is finger puppet stories.


oh yes! on the way home from tennis, a sticker on a ShiDa FamilyMart door caught my eye. actually, the scoop of ice cream splashing into a big cup of coffee caught my eye. and so i had to have one. only NT$50 and the coffee was pretty good (it’s Mr. Brown’s).


the newspapers are coming in now…and i see a good article about people now not concealing their weapons. can’t wait to read that one!

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Obama Donations Linked to Pet Charity?

The University of Jenny announced today that the Center for Socio-political Craziness has been awarded 25 cents (USD) for their recent application to study any linkage between the wave of small, online political donations that are said to have won Obama his democratic nomination and the recent outbreak of pet owners cuing in front of charities for free pet food and discounted services.


University president Dr. Wilsen believes the center’s findings will be enlightening. “We’re going to see the priorities of American domestic spending. This weekend I listened to a “Wait Wait Don’t tell me” podcast from MPR/NPR where Minnesota Governer Jesse Ventura answered questions for the game “Not my job.” The governor make some interesting remarks about how taxpayers are paying Obama and Clinton salaries to campaign, and all the while they’re not doing the job they’re being paid for. When the Center’s research proposal came across my desk, I just couldn’t say no.”



Center director Mr. Clint Bama said he was inspired while reading the news articles. He wondered why the journalists didn’t ask better questions. “Wouldn’t it have been smarter if, when interviewing the woman who couldn’t afford her bloodpressure meds because of her ailing pets, the journalist asked how much money she contributed to an election campaign? Those are the cold, hard facts. Maybe FoxNews did something like this. We’re going to use our graciously-funded quarter ($0.25) to look deeper into the situation. Thank you, President Jenny.”


Findings will hopefully be available before the end of the week. The Center for Socio-political Craziness proposal originally requested $0.20, but were granted the extra $0.05 because the president was in such a great mood.

 
 

Buses in Taipei

“Give a man a fish; you have fed him for today. Teach a man to fish; and you have fed him for a lifetime.”


Or, the original: 給他魚吃, 不如教他釣魚.


I must stop asking for specific answers, and start learning to be self-sufficient. No more asking for which bus to take from Da’an Park to Ba Da Rd. I must learn to read the map at http://www.taipeibus.taipei.gov.tw/. ((Yanan — where was the Yahoo! answers site that had the buses in a linked/cross-referenced format??))

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