Tuesday, January 24, 2012

my newest nephew: Arthur

My newest nephew, Arthur Nathan Seymour, the first son of Nathan and Irina, was born  on January 23rd at 12:25am in Seoul, Korea. He was 7 pounds and 8 ounces, 50cm long and has one dimple on his left cheek, and most importantly he is healthy! It was a great honor and joy to be there for the long labor and delivery. 

What a strong a beautiful mother he has, who kept a really killer attitude all day, despite the pain and fatigue. The happy parents have been home for a few days now with us siblings around to help out and steal time with the little guy when we can. 

I love being an aunt, I gather it to be a whole lot easier than being a mother (albeit a different thing altogether), but with a lot of the fun and joy! I am so happy that Josh and I were still around in Seoul for this wonderful event, and that we still have so much free time to spend with the new family.



Thursday, January 19, 2012

the first of the "lasts"

It is amazing the way things change. It seems like not so long ago that everything was “the first”, first time in Seoul, first day as a teacher, first visit to a temple, first this, first that. And how quickly it has now transformed to “the lasts”, since we are outta here soon! So today was a big one. My last day teaching!

A year already? How does that happen so fast? We had a nice long break over the holidays and then we picked up some extra work doing an English teaching camp near our house for some extra money (we’ll need it!) and for something to do during our few months off work.

The camp is a piece of cake and actually a bit fun! They provide breakfast and lunch for us in our toasty warm office, where we reunited with some other English teachers that we’ve met before doing similar work. Each teacher (there are 7 of us) had our own class of fifteen students. Mine were the advanced level, all 15-16 year olds. We talked about food and the environment, human rights, multiculturalism, health and fitness, and other interesting and somewhat controversial topics. My students were very active in the discussions and wrote some killer essays and speeches that wowed the teacher in me.

So it was three weeks of easy work; half days near our home, hanging with the same fifteen bright kids for the day, free food, learning new things, seeing some friends, and a paycheck. Not bad.

I had an art class at the end of each day and the students generally just screwed off, as young teenagers usually do, but occasionally I would get a really nice piece of artwork from a student who was proud to show it off by hanging it in the hall or the class.










On the last class today I knew that my students were up to something, for when I arrived at the class (a little late, as usual), the lights were off and they were all huddled together in the middle of the class. The little devils had gotten me a cake and put candles in it to wish me farewell! They brought drinks and chips and candy and we had a little party. They all thanked me for teaching them, saying how much they learned and loved my class! It was a special moment and they caught me off guard with their thoughtful deeds. 





So it was a good way to close the chapter of teaching. A good “last” if you ask me. 

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

5 W's




Those who know me know I have a love for games.  We both do.  Often, we make up word games when we are hanging out after work.  The go to game is where you say a word and (on the honor system) are thinking in your mind a second word.  The other participants playing have only a few seconds to freely associate a word that is related.  You get a point if they say your word: for instance “stop” …”light”.   If “sign” or “it” or something else that follows is spoken, you get no point, but to long of a pause is a point as well. 

Recently, I came up with a new game.  It was inspired by a few sources.  One element of the game was a recollection from a lesson I recently taught about how to write for a newspaper.  In fact, I think I will call the game: the 5 W’s game.  The five W’s are the major question words that need to be addressed by a reporter, namely: Who, What, When, Where, Why, and How.  Yes, I know it is actually 5 W’s and an H, but that doesn’t sound as catchy does it? 


The other element of the game is thanks to Michael Pollan, author of The Botany of Desire, which Nicole and I are jointly reading aloud to each other.  Reading out loud can be tricky.  One thing that can make it downright harrowing is the overuse of run on sentences and parenthetical statements.  Pollan is guilty of both, to the point that some of the book seems more in parenthesis than in the actual text.  After a chuckle about this, we thought about a book being written, where the text began with a couple words and then the entire body of the novel was parenthesis inside of parenthesis only to end with a closing few words.  Thus the novel would be just one statement outside of an absurdly long parenthetical side note! 


Putting the book aside, we grabbed some paper and pens and set out on a new exercise designed to be mentally stimulating and fun to write.   The idea was to write a word or two such as:

Ballet

Then to follow a form of answering the five W questions (and one H) inside inclusive parenthetical rabbit trails.  The first being “who”:

(a dance form founded by the French

Then next question would relate to the previous statement, often the last word, rather than the original word.  Where:

[a nationality in central Europe famous for art, food, and national pride

Continue with the questions, letting the guiding question dictate your direction.  What:

(pride being a philosophical/religious concept largely linked with the ego or will

When:

[that consciousness that endures from the earliest remembered days and returns to the void after death

Why:

(a phenomenon that most people believe is as necessary as life

How:

[life being defined by the Greeks as the art of dying well

Then you close all the parenthesis and finish the sentence:

])])]) takes commitment.

So, in the end, you have a sentence stating: Ballet takes commitment.  This could also be the title of the piece.  It is easy to do, and kinda fun to see where your mind goes.  It is also a bit funny to try to come up with an ironic ending to your sentence after going through the writing journey, i.e. Don’t think ahead to the end of your sentence, keep yourself on your toes and the end will write itself. 



Perhaps there is unique humor to us as we have been reading from this particular book, but the look of all the asides from a finished game is so comical.

Here are our first tries at it:

The man (who was the son of Zeus [a longstanding god (until recently residing in Olympus [this being the 3rd golden age after the long winter (the sun having rolled off its orbital path and away from gods and mortals alike [due to the abundant use of packaging])])]) ordered a cellophane enclosed apple with a grimace.

Or, keeping the questions about the original statement is fun too:

The cat (who is orange and fat [because he ate to much (at the kitty café [on a fateful day (because he was a little depressed [due to a lack of cannabinoids acting properly in his cerebral cortex])])]) jumped off the top of his perch unsuccessfully trying to end his life but just bruised his paws.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

on dreams

“Your visions will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside dreams. Who looks inside, wakens.” ~Carl Jung


Last night I dreamt about some old friends from my early teenage years. We were in a far away land and just happened to run into each other. I was either investigating or running from a high-stakes art theft, where an expensive piece of fine art had been stolen, then illegally sold and stolen again. The misadventures led me to a dark, isolated, boarded-up basement full of the most expensive, famous art, jewelry, clothing, etc. I tried on this silver ring with an enormous green stone; it was heavy and gave me new power. Back at the house where the the painting had been lifted there was a very large swimming pool, I swam there for a long time, the water was deep and dark blue and quite cool, the water was also somewhat unruly-not following the law of gravity that we are so accustomed to. I don’t believe it frightened me, though. There was a carnival with old-school rides and dirty bathrooms, and the entire Japanese military standing around one enemy female soldier painting another woman wearing an ancient missing dress. 


Oh my dreams… this special private world I get to live in such great detail. I dream like this every night, and I usually remember my dreams with such precision it surprises even me. I remember my dreams for weeks, months, even years, and find myself recalling them at random moments throughout my day.


 What to make of it? Maybe I shouldn’t try to make anything at all from it- instead just enjoy it if I can, and keep on trying to remember. I think my dreams do more than just inform me of my subconscious; they also deal with day-to-day realities and otherworldly happenings. I often fly and swim and drive extremely top heavy vehicles up impossible hills. I go through wormholes through space and time to new universes and in new bodies. I have spiritual powers sometimes, and all rules of science and nature are optional. It is a fantasy world of my own making, real and frightening and glittering with excitement and truth. Sometimes there is horror, sometimes ecstasy, sometimes wonder, confusion, or just contentment. All in a nights sleep! 


It’s little realities such as this- dreaming- that make life so wonderful and make me feel so alive. Each moment, each experience and relationship between me and en object, a person, and idea, is unique and an opportunity to soak up more knowledge and meaning in this somewhat mysterious and strange existence. Sometimes it makes sense- why we are alive and aware of that- and other times it makes no sense at all and I think of my dreams, whacky and unpredictable, yet full of meaning in some way.




“Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.” ~Anais Nin


“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” ~Edgar Allen Poe


"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” ~Edgar Allan Poe


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Portrait of the margins

short film focusing on the in between moments during a trip to Japan for 2011 christmas...a sample of some views and sounds from the margins of the story


Money: it is a source of stress if you do not have enough, it lends a certain amount of freedom if you have enough.  I've always wanted enough money to not have to think (worry) about it.  A peculiar aspect of traveling to a foreign place is the exchanging of currency.  The look and feel of money quickly becomes a habitual event unworthy of evoking much thought, that is, until you are looking at new bills.  This was the case on our recent trip to Japan as I went to the bank and had my Korean won exchanged for the Japanese Yen.  With the exchange rate and having never dealt with this currency, they could have given me worthless Japanese monopoly money and I would have gone whistling out of the bank unaware of my loss.  In fact, the bank teller missed 5 2000 yen bank notes (I also didnt catch the error), the equivalent of about $130 and I walked out non the wiser.  Luckily for me, he immediately caught the mistake and called me back in, phew!  I guess there is an obvious lesson here when dealing with confusing money exchanges: make sure you take your time!  Anyway...as for the money, if you are not familiar with the yen as I was not, perhaps you will like some of the photos that follow.  With a new bill, one is reinvigorated with a child like wonder at the colors, patterns, and intricacies that make up a countries money.  Japanese coins are well worth an observation and are commonly used, as the most common coins are worth $1.30 and $6.50 a piece.  Keep your eye out for lost coins!  Here are some close ups of the paper money, they were pretty while they lasted!




















ps: If you'd like me to do a profile on YOUR countries money, please contact me by email and I'll direct you where to send the sample bills:)

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Japan video

Here is my recent video from our travels to Japan! Happy new year! 





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