Traversing
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
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Have you noticed that some people carry an aura around them? Sometimes it's swirling and intense. Others are calm and collected, bordering on brooding. Now, of course, my set of extraordinary individuals (and I do mean that in the sense that these individuals seem not-ordinary) is different from your set is different from anyone else's set. So, in a sense, it's not something about that particular individual, or, rather, it is a combination of two. Like pheromones that my body responds to, these individuals lash out and grab me by the pit of my stomach. I know that's where they strike because my mind and soul lurch forward leaving behind a lump, big and round, in the pit of my belly. They put you in a trance, mouth parched and brain empty.
So, why don't we follow such people? Why not pursue and run and sprint after them? Out of breath on approach, it makes little difference for I have no words to say.
You're beautiful... So dull and plain.
That's a really good book... No, I'm the one carrying a book. She has nothing in her hands.
I'm a really interesting guy... Show, not tell.
I love Murakami. I don't have any reason to tell you, but hear me out for a minute and let me explain. I'm out in the middle of the day because I don't start my new job until August. I read a lot. I love Murakami. I just read a short story of his about love. It's called The 100% Perfect Girl for Me. It's about a boy and a girl finding the right person and foolishly testing themselves by separating, hoping that such a fickle thing as "fate" (whatever that is) will bring them together again. Only, it doesn't. It doesn't matter why or how. It just doesn't.
I'm rambling now, I know. And I'm talking so fast that you don't even have time to respond or nod or say anything. Maybe that's because I'm afraid of rejection and you seem so lovely and there's something about you. The way you hold yourself upright when you walk. The way you walk. I like girls that walk with their feet pointed straight ahead, very much the opposite of ducks. You have lovely hair and a beautiful, but interesting-looking face. I'd like to stare at your face.
I have no evidence for what I'm about to say... But I know this. Like we know to breathe and to beat our hearts, to enjoy our food, to give to those we love. Programmed and innate, I know that you and I could be something. It's chemical, natural... distinctly human. It's all the above, and we stupidly have thrown out our instincts for mobile phones and algorithms...
Reality comes to, the wind whipping my face. I see her faintly on the horizon, blocks away. I drop my book and my phone... And I fucking run.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
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Friday, November 11, 2016
Ivona Jezierska - Chess Master
I'm not sure if you remember me. You must have had so many students over the years since I had last seen you.
Regardless of whether or not you recall me, I just wanted to say that I sure as hell remember you. If you didn't know, you were an important person in my life. I learned a lot from you; things I still think about to this day.
1) You made an impact on my life.
I have very vivid memories of playing chess and learning from you. It was something I liked quite a lot (not just for the chessmen cookies you so graciously and liberally provided during lessons). I still recall going to some house (I think it was on Hilgard Ave in Westwood) for a lesson. You showed me the windmill tactic. And... it blew my young mind. I still think about that moment and what it felt like to truly enjoy learning because you like something. I find that particularly useful these days.
2) You taught me why we lose.
My mom never fails to remind me about how I hated to lose at Chess (and in general really). It was the like something snapped inside the pit of my stomach. Putting in all that mental effort and focus only to see something too late. Cheeks immediately flushed and heart pumping outside my chest. Not a pleasant experience. However, despite my anger and frustration, I do remember how I felt going over the lost matches with you, learning from my mistakes... I felt relaxed and comforted, deep in my pit of my belly. In fact, it's a very special feeling to me. Something that I hold dear and quite honestly, reminds me of my late grandmother. In retrospect, you were (and I'm sure still are) wonderful with children and a fantastic teacher.
Anyways, I looked you up because I wanted to tell you these things and say thank you. Better late than never.
An excerpt from an email I sent.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Speaking to the void
I find that reading someone else's thoughts gives insight into another human being, providing an escape or acting as an ephemeral and distant figure, a friend of sorts, with whom one can commiserate the woes of life. Don't we always look for some kind of help when we need it most? Though it seems that many people stay shut in, I do believe that we all look for help... However, many simply lack the means to ask for it, or, perhaps, they are surrounded by those who cannot help for some reason or another. Thusly, we tend to look internally, and even though such desperate actions tend to never solve anything, sometimes, we have no choice. (At least, we perceive a lack of options when we look to others so our only remaining salvation lies deep within ourselves, in our imaginations, our books, our fantasies, our movies, our alternate realities).
I tend to make up stories about the people who "read" or simply stumble upon my "work". What they are like? I play their roles, mimicking accents, creating whole lives and families and nations within my mind. Truthfully, they most likely just happen upon a random blog, surfing the web, coming across the most random of random things, some more savory than the next; yet, they never look. They do not spend more time than the half-second it takes to click 'next'.
And so, I speak to the void. Ironic, right? I seek guidance, fulfillment, and, maybe, commiseration by sending my words as far out as humanly possible, only to realize that I indeed am simply writing to myself. To the fictional creations of my imagination who live wherever their IP addresses happen to be.
Maybe, my 'voice' travels even farther? Beyond the space and time that lie within our realm of imagination? Through signals echoing throughout the vast abyss of space... forever travelling at the speed of light across galaxies and stars unknown, flying through black holes to worlds and times beyond even our beautiful fabrications of science fiction?
Poetic. Heroic. Fictional. But a more optimistic fiction, no? Would you rather speak to far-flung alien species, imagining yourself disseminating some kind of future gospel than living entirely within your own mind?
Monday, September 26, 2016
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Sunday, September 25, 2016
Chile Retrospective - Overview / The land of irony
Now, I want to write up some of my thoughts that have been coalescing in my brain since returning. I feel like it would be weird to post a day to day trip journal as I had done for Japan. Perhaps I will write about a few particularly interesting or entertaining stories; however, I want to proceed by focusing on particular themes and topics related to thoughts I currently have about my time in Chile.
Now that structure has been taken care of... Onto the show.
Something I was thinking about a few nights ago was just the stupendous number of ironies I've noticed about Chile since returning. That doesn't mean that all countries don't have their fair share of oxymoronic behaviors, ideals, origins, and notions. Undoubtedly, all countries have their own idiosyncrasies that make them unique (perhaps except... well, I was going to make a joke, but it's probably best I refrain here). The point is that I was there in Chile... really truly there. It was not a scheduled tourist filled extravaganza. Though I love to travel and see as much as I can, I decided to do things differently. Because of that, I spent a month and a half becoming Chilean in a way, and through my immersion in the people and the culture, I experienced such quirks first hand. I really think that's the only way to experience such things. I actually believe that it was a more powerful experience than going abroad... But that's a different thought for a different day.
Here's what I noticed:
1. Conservative Catholics... with legs!
Historically Catholic countries tend to have a much more conservative outlook on, well, everything. Think Poland, Italy, Spain, Chile... etc. Though Europe has its fair share of intellectual liberalism that comes with free and open minds and even freer nipples, the Catholicism that spread to certain countries has lent itself to the development of particularly conservative cultures. Many feel that such was the case with Chile. Thinking about it, it is not a totally inaccurate statements. Compared to Brazil, Colombia, and Argentina where T&A are regular features on prime time television, Chile is a pretty conservative country.
However, despite the reputation, you'll notice a conspicuous number of coffee shops in Santiago, the cultural, economic, and governmental capital. At first, you don't think about it at all. Then, when you stop for a coffee, you notice a couple of things:
- The bar is raised up about a foot... Hmm, odd.
- Apparently Chileans take the word barista literally... No male employees.
- Clientele seems to be suspiciously all of one gender as well.
- Holy shit that is a short dress she's wearing up on that raised up platform where they're making this horrible tasting coffee.
2. There are no jobs! ...That offer me the six hour days with a two hour lunch that starts at nine and ends at five, oh did I mention I want a siesta too?... And fuck those Peruvian guys working fucking eight hours a day!
Unlike their football rivals to the north and east, Chile had cemented its role as the epitome of South American political and economic stability over the last twenty years. With corruption almost always destabilizing Brazil's government and Argentina having declared bankruptcy again in the not so distant past, Chile has earned its reputation through profound growth and stability. I learned within a couple weeks that this reputation does not quite fit the current situation. While not horrible by any means, the economic situation continues to get more and more difficult.
Since the recession and lower copper demand worldwide (looking at you, China), the Chilean economy has slumped big time. Copper is really the only thing of value that they export in massive quantities, and the price has dropped around 300-400% over the last few years...
Despite the ever tightening belt, the fact remains that most Chileans still want their typical South American/European style work days... Let me break it down as my host-father told me:
- Arrive to work at 8am. (Hmm... seems reasonable).
- Spend one hour changing and getting ready for work... Start at 9am. (Wtf?)
- Take lunch at noon.
- Get back to work at 2pm...ish. (Who knows when they actually start work again though...)
- Leave at 5pm.
3 (aka 2a). Despite the way I work, I'll go way out of my way to protest and show up on time!
Humorously, for a country with a reputation for the above work ethic as well as extreme tardiness, there appears to be an almost absurd number of protests and strikes in Chile. Though many of them are for legitimate reasons such as the privatized pension system and ever rising cost of education (even state-sponsored schools), it is pretty amusing how so many Chileans jump at the chance to protest.
4. I've honestly never met such accepting people... Eh Chino?
This was a sort of weird situation for me, taking me aback in an amusing and somewhat infuriating fashion. Sincerely, I don't think that I have ever encountered people that have shown me love so quickly and genuinely. By the end of a month, they honestly looked upon me as family... (Ha! Even more irony that I should find that in a totally different country where I knew nobody). However, there were these oh-so-not-subtle, but too-subtle-for-seemingly-everyone-except-one-Chilean-person-I-met racist comments. I get that it's a totally different country and culture with different thoughts and feelings concerning sexuality and race etc. However, I have to say that the US gets way more flack concerning racism than all these other countries that are equally or even more racist. And it was blatantly apparent in Chile, especially against anyone who had darker skin or looked more native-Indian.
While my Chilean family was not... well... Most of them did not seem to harbor any prejudice based on race etc, but there were some instances and comments (that I don't want to write out since this is a public blog and despite some dumb comments, I do love these people) where I was like... "What the fuck? Did he/she just say that?" Like some really inappropriate things.
In terms of me, for example, there's a district called Estación Central, which is where a lot of the Chinese immigrants own businesses that sell imported Chinese goods (mostly cheap imitation goods). We were all headed out over there to get some random stuff, and the someone says, "Hey Spencer, we're gonna go see your uncles and aunts!" Obviously, I was not happy about that, but I just shut up and let it go because these people are being super generous to me. It was, however, an odd mix of feelings.
5. What do you mean the tour bus doesn't take us up to the torres del Paine (Paine's towers)?!
When you talk to Chileans, they take immense pride in the diversity of terrain and the variety their land offers. From the wondrous icy Patagonia mountain ranges to the beautiful deserts of Atacama, it's truly a spectacular country. When I met new Chileans, I would ask them about their travels in the country, and many would talk boastfully about seeing all of their country from the south of the south to the north of the north.
Fast forward to when my dad and I were in Patagonia... We had an awesome and hilarious guide. He was also the only Chilean person I met that had any idea what I was referring to when I spoke about subtle racism. Anyways, he told me that Chileans love traveling to Torres del Paine national park. But (and this is a fucking massive but)... he reports that a lot of them do not expect that you have to do any serious walking/trekking/climbing to see anything glorious and come completely unprepared. In fact, some of them ask if the bus will stop at Paine's towers for example (which took the three of us seven hours to trek in total). Upon returning to Santiago, my host family said... Yeah fuck that. We just go to the beach.
Monday, September 12, 2016
Japan day 12, Sep 12 - Coming home
Yesterday (Sunday), I made the decision to wrap up my adventure and fly home... At this point, I'm not quite sure what's wrong with my foot. It's still possibly a stress fracture. Regardless of what it is, my foot needs to heal. I thought perhaps it may be better as of this morning, but it's very, very hard to tell since I've been keeping off of it as much as I can. It is certainly less inflamed, but I can tell that something isn't right. After returning the crutches this morning, I walked around Tokyo Station to get the bus to Haneda Airport and have been wandering around Haneda a bit... While it doesn't hurt like before, I can tell that if I kept walking, I'd probably end up back at the American Clinic Tokyo. So, given my budget, I think it's more prudent to return to the states for the time being. Japan will still be here later on (I hope). Not to mention, just sitting around and resting/reading (while I love doing that in my free time) is not the activity I would like to be doing while in Tokyo.
That said, as I posted earlier in a more personal note, I have been somewhat lonely here for a mix of reasons. It's scary as shit going in not knowing where you're going to sleep, trying to get by on $25 a day in an expensive country, walking because public transport is too expensive, hardly finding anyone who speaks English, dealing with some personal relationships... However, I do have to say that I am feeling quite proud of myself. Until the clinic, I actually did only spend $25 or less per day (and probably lost about 10 pounds in a week). I made some really long and sometimes risky treks and saw some beautiful nature. I ended up meeting around eight or nine new people (two of whom I will definitely stay in touch with and three of whom I may see if I ever come back to Japan). I figured out my medical situation and made do with the interruptions to my "plans". I was flexible (though everything had been pretty frustrating) when I needed to be.
While I am a little bit embarrassed that I am returning before even two weeks are up on my like planned ten week adventure, I think that I quickly found whatever answer I had been seeking (if I had indeed been searching for anything in the first place). I have an idea of what I want at the moment, and adventure isn't necessarily a part of it. That doesn't mean I am not going to travel. I may decide on a whim that I would like to continue my trek after my foot heals... Or maybe not.