i've been having a streak of bad luck.
i don't know if i'll survive it.
if there's one good thing about bad luck, though; you kinda stop resisting it after a while. when it happens, it's like, "oh, so you're gonna throw that wrench into my engine? well, okay. what do i do next?" i'm just in reaction mode, dealing with each new impossible threat. forget about breathing space, and sky...
i keep thinking about lynn, willow, aiden... i have to keep a smile on my face for them. and a space in my heart. literally. when they speak to me, when they want to play, i inhale, and "create" time for them. in my senior religion seminar on "time," my professor kept going on and on about how time as subjectively experienced could be endlessly distended. i think he was trying to show how we don't need gravity wells and such to demonstrate the folding and stretching of time and space; we each contain and experience time within ourselves differently, truncating it, unpacking it... anyway, to get back to the point: with those i love, i must clear a space and clear a moment. it is the most fundamental form of love and generosity.
i am tired though. concerns have crowded me in. it's not enough in this world to try to be a good person. you have to actually BE one. and even then, your survival, and the survival of those you love, is not guaranteed...
... in fact, perhaps, being good is the same as assuring your extinction.
***
i heard on last week's science friday that, according to calculations, wind power could supply all of our energy needs. of course, it has a substantial start-up and maintenance cost... but there is no carbon cost to it. and, what's more, the use of so many windmills would alter the weather- but in a good way. it would actually serve to disperse excess heat in the atmosphere...
on some other radio show this afternoon (don't know what it was called), there was a discussion on carbon sequestration. while it has its advocates (mainly those who are desperate to support coal), one of the speakers said, quite frankly, that it was the dumbest idea he's ever heard. this speaker mentioned that coal production will exhaust key reserves in twenty years at most, so even if the u.s. did develop and implement carbon sequestration technology, it would be a moot issue in a couple of decades. the speaker also mentioned that carbon sequestration would only take care of the combustion aspect of coal, and not deal with all the sins involved in the mining... some of those sins, he described in detail. coal towns are generally the poorest places in the nation, with substantial health issues. by some statistical analysis, the speaker said that the costs (in terms of overall casualties, along with some other figures) far outweighed the benefits in coal production...
maybe we will be living in a world that is similar to laputa (a hayao miyazaki film which i never saw in its entirety, but which did envision a whole lot of windmills)...
***
please, everyone. no matter how desperate things get in the next few years, please remember to keep your cool. be kind and be human. this will be our only way to combat the effects of "economic" global warming...
Monday, June 29, 2009
a couple of dreams
i had a dream about attempting to scale my way out of a well of sorts, behind a selfish older man. the well was used to dump corpses. somehow i and the other man had been dumped to the bottom alive, and had to "swim" our way up through bodies in varying states of decay. the older man then preceded me in painstakingly using hands and feet against the circular walls of the well to slowly scale upwards. somehow, there were corpses "stuck" up above in the well, awkwardly lodged. in any case, at one point, as the older man neared the top, he thoughtlessly (or perhaps on purpose) dislodged a full-bodied corpse, such that it fell a distance onto me, deep in the darkness. i warned him not to do it. but all of a sudden, i was slammed full on by a falling body, and this caused me to in turn fall all the way back into the pool of corpses below...
i also had a dream about following a magical shoreline, accompanied (sort of) by some older woman tourist. i pointed out the rich sealife that i could see: colorful fish and anemones. it was beautiful and peaceful. somehow, as the waters grew deeper, we entered an indoor place with smooth square tiles at shifting angles over the floors. the slope of the tiles rose and sank in waves. we scaled each wave with difficulty, and then slid down, only to face the next wave. it was difficult, and at times even precarious, but the old woman seemed generally encouraging. we eventually reached a dead end wall, and realized we had to go back...
i also had a dream about following a magical shoreline, accompanied (sort of) by some older woman tourist. i pointed out the rich sealife that i could see: colorful fish and anemones. it was beautiful and peaceful. somehow, as the waters grew deeper, we entered an indoor place with smooth square tiles at shifting angles over the floors. the slope of the tiles rose and sank in waves. we scaled each wave with difficulty, and then slid down, only to face the next wave. it was difficult, and at times even precarious, but the old woman seemed generally encouraging. we eventually reached a dead end wall, and realized we had to go back...
an inspirational article: about brian kajiyama
PAGE 8 TASH CONNECTIONS, NOVEMBER/DECEMBER 2005
“Dream It, See It,
Do It!”
BY BRIAN KAJIYAMA
Brian Kajiyama holds a Bachelor of
Arts degree and is currently a candidate
for Masters Degree in Counseling
Education at the University of Hawai‘i
in Honolulu.
Comments about this article may be
directed to Mr. Kajiyama at
kajiyama@hawaii.edu
On a sunny afternoon in Kailua,
Hawai‘i, I sat in my high school
history class listening to my
teacher talk about the importance of taking
school seriously if we planned to move
onto a college. I thought to myself, ‘Don’t
worry, I’ve been working towards that goal
ever since I was a kid in elementary school.’
The groundwork had been set from an
early age to help me navigate my journey
from high school to postsecondary
education. My experiences through the
infant stimulation program at Easter Seals,
coupled with the emphasis that my family
placed on education, all contributed to my
chosen educational path. There are four
main components that I feel contributed to
my progression to college from high school
(and receiving special education supports
during that time). Self-determination, self-
advocacy, empowerment, and support
systems are all integral pieces that allowed
for a successful transition.
Self-Determination
When I was a youngster attending elemen-
tary school, people would often ask me,
‘Brian, what do you want to do when you
grow up?’ My response would consistently
be, ‘I’m going to attend the University of
Hawai`i (UH) and play sports for them.’
(Most see someone who has a severe form
of cerebral palsy and uses a motorized
wheelchair as not your typical athletic type.)
Perhaps this mindset enabled me to
develop self-determination. I had
established a dream, to attend college. As I
got older, I soon found out what I needed
to do to make my dream become a reality.
Getting to college would not be easy; I
would need to deal with physical and
attitudinal barriers. I quickly learned that I
would need to work extremely hard, if not
harder than the next person.
However, I could clearly see myself
attending college at UH. I knew that I was
capable of working hard and could control
how much effort I put into reaching my
goal; I could either slack off or work really
hard. The choice was mine. Once I
pictured myself attending college, the next
stage of the process was to do everything I
could to make my dream a reality. This
image fostered the sense of self-determina-
tion that I would need in order to place
myself in a better position to fulfill my
goal.
I view self-determination as an internal
desire to accomplish a goal and doing
everything you can to persevere over any
obstacles that might hinder your progress.
Prior to the start of my junior year of high
school, I underwent back surgery to correct
the scoliosis that I had developed. This
surgical procedure entailed the insertion of
steel rods along my entire spine to
straighten it out -- a major undertaking to
say the least!. I anticipated missing only a
couple weeks of school. The best laid
plans often never go smoothly, thus you
always must prepare for anything. But, I
don’t think I could have prepared for what
was to come.
Due to complications as a result of the
surgery, I was unable to eat any food orally,
and had to be fed via a nasal-gastro (NG)
tube. For a 16-year old, this was an
extremely trying and traumatizing experi-
ence to go through. There I was, lying in
bed with the constant thought, inspite of
that NG, ‘I could eat an entire pizza! Give
me anything to eat!’
Each time I attempted to eat, I would
vomit, thus the NG tube became a
necessity if I was to receive any form of
nutrition. What happened was that my
intestines became stretched as I literally
grew a few inches after my spine was
straightened, so there was not enough space
for the food to pass through. The only
solution was to allow my intestines to open
up and this would be achieved through my
gaining weight. Any degree of weight gain
takes a really long time if it needs to be
done via a NG tube.
I was unable to eat for about two months,
but I always kept going to college at UH in
mind. I would attend classes at the
hospital, trying to keep up with the material
I was missing. Studying and learning is
made difficult when you’re not feeling your
best; but I was determined to keep up with
my peers. I knew I could not afford to let
an entire semester go to waste. By this
time, I had missed nearly an entire quarter
of high school.
Despite my absence from school, I
managed to keep up and turned in assign-
ments as best I could. As soon as my
intestines opened up enough to allow food
to pass through, the doctors had me eat a
lot of food. They wanted me to gain
enough weight to ensure that my intestine
would not close up again, so I vividly recall
eating ice cream sandwiches every hour for
days on end. That was the one and only
time that I could have been considered
heavy (normally I’m very thin), but I did
what I needed to do in order to get better.
I returned to school approximately two
weeks before the first quarter was to end. I
had lots of make up work to do, despite
attending the hospital’s school. Shriner’s
Hospital had their own school, and I
received services as detailed in my IEP.
There was no pressure from my teachers;
they did not lay down any ultimatums. In
their eyes, if I passed great, if not, I would
need to do remedial work. I knew I wanted
to graduate on time with all of my friends.
I also knew that I had college waiting in the
wings! I did everything I could to absorb
as much of the information that I needed
to within those two weeks. I had exams to
take and pass.
I passed all of my classes. That feeling was
so rewarding because I knew that my hard
work paid off, and I was well on my way to
achieving my goal of attending college.
Along this journey to college, I encoun-
tered other obstacles. These obstacles
required me to speak up for myself and
take on the role of a self-advocate.
Self-Advocacy
The ability to speak up for yourself when
needs arise can be referred to as self-
advocacy. This is definitely not an easy
characteristic to develop, as it forces you to
take risks and step out of your comfort
zone. I was not an outspoken person at all
in high school. In fact, I still would
consider myself to be more on the shy side
of the spectrum of personalities.
Although I had many teachers in high
school who were very supportive and
accommodating to ensure that I had all of
the tools and help to succeed, there were a
few instances where this was not the case.
My biology teacher during my sophomore
year of high school was nice, but not very
accommodating. A lot of material was
presented in class using an overhead
projector. As fast as I tried to write all of
the information down in my notebook, I
would miss key points. This had a direct
impact on my ability to excel on examina-
tions and quizzes. I was struggling.
I took the initiative to approach my teacher
to ask if I could receive copies of the
overheads. Her reply was simply, ‘No, this
is a college-prep course and college
professors won’t xerox things for you, so I
won’t.’ I found this response a bit upset-
ting, but I continued to strive to do my
best. I still was not doing well in this class,
even despite attending tutoring sessions
during recess.
Finally, I realized that I needed additional
support, so I consulted with my special
education resource teacher and explained
the situation. I concluded this discussion
by requesting a note taker. The next week,
I had a note taker and I began to slowly
grasp concepts more effectively and began
to do significantly better on my quizzes.
This example illustrates a form of self-
advocacy. I recognized a genuine need and
asked for appropriate support. I did
inform my parents, but they did not take
matters into their own hands and allowed
me to resolve the matter on my own.
However, I had the confidence and
comfort in knowing that I had their full
support should I require any assistance. I
took pride in knowing that I had a note
taker in my class due to the actions I
took! This incident led me to another
realization -- empowerment.
Empowerment
Despite having a significant disability, I
possessed a significant amount of power.
By simply speaking out for myself and
informing people of my needs, I was able
to receive the support I required to allow
me to succeed to my highest potential.
This feeling is referred to as “empower-
ment.”
Empowerment refers to the idea of
allowing people more responsibility to act
for themselves in order to achieve a goal.
Rather than placing control in the hands of
others, the locus of control is placed with
the individual. By demonstrating confi-
dence in someone, you empower. By
allowing someone to do a task on their
own, you empower. By allowing someone
to take risks by exploring new avenues or
opportunities, you empower.
I was fortunate that I was empowered
throughout high school. My special
education resource teacher, therapists, and
parents allowed me to control my own
destiny. If I chose not to study, they would
remind me that I had studies to do, but
they would not force me to study. I would
quickly find out that if I did not study, I
would suffer the consequences; in this case,
the consequence would be a less-than-
stellar grade. I knew full well that I needed
to maintain good grades if I was to
accomplish my goal of attending college. I
was also empowered by receiving appropri-
ate support services.
A fine line exists between receiving
adequate support and receiving too much
support. Receiving too much support
might seem great at the time. You might
be able to get away without working as hard
as you need to, but ultimately this ‘babying’
of sorts will hurt your chances of success.
You’ll expect these supports to be there all
the way through, when in reality you might
not really need them. Thus, it is extremely
important to be honest with yourself and
ask only for what you truly need.
At the same time, empowerment comes
through receiving adequate supports. My
parents empowered me by providing me
with a computer at home that I would use
to type my papers and communicate with
friends via e-mail. My therapists
empowered me by ensuring that my body
was strong enough and my muscles
maintained a good range of motion so I
would not become overly tight; I could sit
comfortably in class, which enhanced my
ability to learn. My doctors empowered me
by making sure I was healthy and received
whatever medication I needed to ensure
that I could attend school and be a
productive student. Empowerment
demonstrates how important a quality
support system can be. I was extremely
fortunate to have a fabulous support
system.
Support System
My main source of support came from
within my family. They helped me keep my
dream alive when I would go through
periods of doubt. ‘You can get through
this, Brian. We know you can!’ This is an
example of the type of positive reinforce-
ment that my parents would provide me.
This type of support was extremely
instrumental, especially when you were well
aware of societal perceptions that you
would not be able to transition into college
successfully because you have a significant
disability.
Through positive reinforcement, I was able
to develop a strong sense of self and
maintained a positive self-image. I never
doubted my abilities for long. I would catch
myself going off course and would tell
myself, ‘Brian, you will attend college. Just
keep working hard.’ This type of positive
self-talk might seem silly, but it’s really
effective, particularly during periods where
you might hear negative comments directed
toward you.
The therapists who worked with me,
including physical and occupational
therapists, were very helpful, as well. They
worked with me to figure out the best way
to make any accommodations I might need
for classes, whether it was adapting
materials to allow me to participate or by
suggesting a peer-support system whereby a
classmate might help me in the classroom.
All of these ideas were influential in
allowing me to maximize my potential as a
student.
During my senior year of high school, I
took the college entrance examination and
did not score as high as I would have liked,
so I took it a second time. My second
score was high enough to allow me to apply
to the University of Hawai‘i, and my strong
academic record helped to seal my dream
that I would attend college! I can vividly
recall receiving my acceptance letter from
UH.
It was at that point that I realized that I had
accomplished achieving my dream by first
visualizing it and then setting out to do
everything I needed to do to allow me to
be in the best possible position to make the
dream a reality. I’m living out my dream by
attending UH, and instead of being an
athlete I’m a very loyal fan. We must
dream big and not view altering our goals
as failing, but rather utilizing our unique
abilities in the best way possible. Dream it,
see it, and do it!”
“Dream It, See It,
Do It!”
BY BRIAN KAJIYAMA
Brian Kajiyama holds a Bachelor of
Arts degree and is currently a candidate
for Masters Degree in Counseling
Education at the University of Hawai‘i
in Honolulu.
Comments about this article may be
directed to Mr. Kajiyama at
kajiyama@hawaii.edu
On a sunny afternoon in Kailua,
Hawai‘i, I sat in my high school
history class listening to my
teacher talk about the importance of taking
school seriously if we planned to move
onto a college. I thought to myself, ‘Don’t
worry, I’ve been working towards that goal
ever since I was a kid in elementary school.’
The groundwork had been set from an
early age to help me navigate my journey
from high school to postsecondary
education. My experiences through the
infant stimulation program at Easter Seals,
coupled with the emphasis that my family
placed on education, all contributed to my
chosen educational path. There are four
main components that I feel contributed to
my progression to college from high school
(and receiving special education supports
during that time). Self-determination, self-
advocacy, empowerment, and support
systems are all integral pieces that allowed
for a successful transition.
Self-Determination
When I was a youngster attending elemen-
tary school, people would often ask me,
‘Brian, what do you want to do when you
grow up?’ My response would consistently
be, ‘I’m going to attend the University of
Hawai`i (UH) and play sports for them.’
(Most see someone who has a severe form
of cerebral palsy and uses a motorized
wheelchair as not your typical athletic type.)
Perhaps this mindset enabled me to
develop self-determination. I had
established a dream, to attend college. As I
got older, I soon found out what I needed
to do to make my dream become a reality.
Getting to college would not be easy; I
would need to deal with physical and
attitudinal barriers. I quickly learned that I
would need to work extremely hard, if not
harder than the next person.
However, I could clearly see myself
attending college at UH. I knew that I was
capable of working hard and could control
how much effort I put into reaching my
goal; I could either slack off or work really
hard. The choice was mine. Once I
pictured myself attending college, the next
stage of the process was to do everything I
could to make my dream a reality. This
image fostered the sense of self-determina-
tion that I would need in order to place
myself in a better position to fulfill my
goal.
I view self-determination as an internal
desire to accomplish a goal and doing
everything you can to persevere over any
obstacles that might hinder your progress.
Prior to the start of my junior year of high
school, I underwent back surgery to correct
the scoliosis that I had developed. This
surgical procedure entailed the insertion of
steel rods along my entire spine to
straighten it out -- a major undertaking to
say the least!. I anticipated missing only a
couple weeks of school. The best laid
plans often never go smoothly, thus you
always must prepare for anything. But, I
don’t think I could have prepared for what
was to come.
Due to complications as a result of the
surgery, I was unable to eat any food orally,
and had to be fed via a nasal-gastro (NG)
tube. For a 16-year old, this was an
extremely trying and traumatizing experi-
ence to go through. There I was, lying in
bed with the constant thought, inspite of
that NG, ‘I could eat an entire pizza! Give
me anything to eat!’
Each time I attempted to eat, I would
vomit, thus the NG tube became a
necessity if I was to receive any form of
nutrition. What happened was that my
intestines became stretched as I literally
grew a few inches after my spine was
straightened, so there was not enough space
for the food to pass through. The only
solution was to allow my intestines to open
up and this would be achieved through my
gaining weight. Any degree of weight gain
takes a really long time if it needs to be
done via a NG tube.
I was unable to eat for about two months,
but I always kept going to college at UH in
mind. I would attend classes at the
hospital, trying to keep up with the material
I was missing. Studying and learning is
made difficult when you’re not feeling your
best; but I was determined to keep up with
my peers. I knew I could not afford to let
an entire semester go to waste. By this
time, I had missed nearly an entire quarter
of high school.
Despite my absence from school, I
managed to keep up and turned in assign-
ments as best I could. As soon as my
intestines opened up enough to allow food
to pass through, the doctors had me eat a
lot of food. They wanted me to gain
enough weight to ensure that my intestine
would not close up again, so I vividly recall
eating ice cream sandwiches every hour for
days on end. That was the one and only
time that I could have been considered
heavy (normally I’m very thin), but I did
what I needed to do in order to get better.
I returned to school approximately two
weeks before the first quarter was to end. I
had lots of make up work to do, despite
attending the hospital’s school. Shriner’s
Hospital had their own school, and I
received services as detailed in my IEP.
There was no pressure from my teachers;
they did not lay down any ultimatums. In
their eyes, if I passed great, if not, I would
need to do remedial work. I knew I wanted
to graduate on time with all of my friends.
I also knew that I had college waiting in the
wings! I did everything I could to absorb
as much of the information that I needed
to within those two weeks. I had exams to
take and pass.
I passed all of my classes. That feeling was
so rewarding because I knew that my hard
work paid off, and I was well on my way to
achieving my goal of attending college.
Along this journey to college, I encoun-
tered other obstacles. These obstacles
required me to speak up for myself and
take on the role of a self-advocate.
Self-Advocacy
The ability to speak up for yourself when
needs arise can be referred to as self-
advocacy. This is definitely not an easy
characteristic to develop, as it forces you to
take risks and step out of your comfort
zone. I was not an outspoken person at all
in high school. In fact, I still would
consider myself to be more on the shy side
of the spectrum of personalities.
Although I had many teachers in high
school who were very supportive and
accommodating to ensure that I had all of
the tools and help to succeed, there were a
few instances where this was not the case.
My biology teacher during my sophomore
year of high school was nice, but not very
accommodating. A lot of material was
presented in class using an overhead
projector. As fast as I tried to write all of
the information down in my notebook, I
would miss key points. This had a direct
impact on my ability to excel on examina-
tions and quizzes. I was struggling.
I took the initiative to approach my teacher
to ask if I could receive copies of the
overheads. Her reply was simply, ‘No, this
is a college-prep course and college
professors won’t xerox things for you, so I
won’t.’ I found this response a bit upset-
ting, but I continued to strive to do my
best. I still was not doing well in this class,
even despite attending tutoring sessions
during recess.
Finally, I realized that I needed additional
support, so I consulted with my special
education resource teacher and explained
the situation. I concluded this discussion
by requesting a note taker. The next week,
I had a note taker and I began to slowly
grasp concepts more effectively and began
to do significantly better on my quizzes.
This example illustrates a form of self-
advocacy. I recognized a genuine need and
asked for appropriate support. I did
inform my parents, but they did not take
matters into their own hands and allowed
me to resolve the matter on my own.
However, I had the confidence and
comfort in knowing that I had their full
support should I require any assistance. I
took pride in knowing that I had a note
taker in my class due to the actions I
took! This incident led me to another
realization -- empowerment.
Empowerment
Despite having a significant disability, I
possessed a significant amount of power.
By simply speaking out for myself and
informing people of my needs, I was able
to receive the support I required to allow
me to succeed to my highest potential.
This feeling is referred to as “empower-
ment.”
Empowerment refers to the idea of
allowing people more responsibility to act
for themselves in order to achieve a goal.
Rather than placing control in the hands of
others, the locus of control is placed with
the individual. By demonstrating confi-
dence in someone, you empower. By
allowing someone to do a task on their
own, you empower. By allowing someone
to take risks by exploring new avenues or
opportunities, you empower.
I was fortunate that I was empowered
throughout high school. My special
education resource teacher, therapists, and
parents allowed me to control my own
destiny. If I chose not to study, they would
remind me that I had studies to do, but
they would not force me to study. I would
quickly find out that if I did not study, I
would suffer the consequences; in this case,
the consequence would be a less-than-
stellar grade. I knew full well that I needed
to maintain good grades if I was to
accomplish my goal of attending college. I
was also empowered by receiving appropri-
ate support services.
A fine line exists between receiving
adequate support and receiving too much
support. Receiving too much support
might seem great at the time. You might
be able to get away without working as hard
as you need to, but ultimately this ‘babying’
of sorts will hurt your chances of success.
You’ll expect these supports to be there all
the way through, when in reality you might
not really need them. Thus, it is extremely
important to be honest with yourself and
ask only for what you truly need.
At the same time, empowerment comes
through receiving adequate supports. My
parents empowered me by providing me
with a computer at home that I would use
to type my papers and communicate with
friends via e-mail. My therapists
empowered me by ensuring that my body
was strong enough and my muscles
maintained a good range of motion so I
would not become overly tight; I could sit
comfortably in class, which enhanced my
ability to learn. My doctors empowered me
by making sure I was healthy and received
whatever medication I needed to ensure
that I could attend school and be a
productive student. Empowerment
demonstrates how important a quality
support system can be. I was extremely
fortunate to have a fabulous support
system.
Support System
My main source of support came from
within my family. They helped me keep my
dream alive when I would go through
periods of doubt. ‘You can get through
this, Brian. We know you can!’ This is an
example of the type of positive reinforce-
ment that my parents would provide me.
This type of support was extremely
instrumental, especially when you were well
aware of societal perceptions that you
would not be able to transition into college
successfully because you have a significant
disability.
Through positive reinforcement, I was able
to develop a strong sense of self and
maintained a positive self-image. I never
doubted my abilities for long. I would catch
myself going off course and would tell
myself, ‘Brian, you will attend college. Just
keep working hard.’ This type of positive
self-talk might seem silly, but it’s really
effective, particularly during periods where
you might hear negative comments directed
toward you.
The therapists who worked with me,
including physical and occupational
therapists, were very helpful, as well. They
worked with me to figure out the best way
to make any accommodations I might need
for classes, whether it was adapting
materials to allow me to participate or by
suggesting a peer-support system whereby a
classmate might help me in the classroom.
All of these ideas were influential in
allowing me to maximize my potential as a
student.
During my senior year of high school, I
took the college entrance examination and
did not score as high as I would have liked,
so I took it a second time. My second
score was high enough to allow me to apply
to the University of Hawai‘i, and my strong
academic record helped to seal my dream
that I would attend college! I can vividly
recall receiving my acceptance letter from
UH.
It was at that point that I realized that I had
accomplished achieving my dream by first
visualizing it and then setting out to do
everything I needed to do to allow me to
be in the best possible position to make the
dream a reality. I’m living out my dream by
attending UH, and instead of being an
athlete I’m a very loyal fan. We must
dream big and not view altering our goals
as failing, but rather utilizing our unique
abilities in the best way possible. Dream it,
see it, and do it!”
Sunday, June 28, 2009
willow's first real golf lesson
willow and a few other kids from mililani ike won a special prize: a free lesson under ken terao over at kapolei golf course! ken really went all out, and gave the kids a four hour lesson. willow really had a lot of fun.
my half hour cover of portishead's "the rip"
the chords are actually simple to figure out. the hard thing about arpeggi's is keeping them regular (which i can't do, even when i'm not singing). i also wish i had more lung capacity and range. but hell, it's for fun.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
i read a short story by neil gaiman (in the collection, "fragile things") called "october in the chair." it is similar to what i'd like to write for the story "amphibious" in that it is about the relationship (brief though it may have been) between a living (and unwanted) boy and a dead boy ("dearly" from "dearly departed"). there is a moment in the story that is particularly eloquent and apt for me: after playing with the dead boy for a whole evening, the living boy (nicknamed "the runt") contemplates his prospects: he imagines following a river to see the sea, which he has never seen before; but then, he realizes that what will really happen is that he will be found by his family, and, far from missing him and appreciating him, things will be exactly the same as they were, only worse.
there is a strange abandoned farmhouse nearby, one which "dearly" says has no living thing, but is not necessarily empty. at the end of the story (told by the month of october), the "runt" makes a fateful choice and enters the house...
i am unabashed in admitting that i admired the simplicity of the story. my encounter with it seemed serendipitous. i think i will emulate its spirit, if not its form. the problem with my story is that it is a bit more ambiguous; while the elder brother can be cruel, there is something ultimately good and redeeming about him, and so, the protagonist (my "runt") will have to come to that realization somehow. like "october in the chair," my story does use, as a sort of surrogate brother, a supernatural creature: the kappa. i have debated with myself on the nature and motives of such a creature; would he have a sinister heart, and only help the protagonist to ensure his ultimate downfall, or would he be, like the protagonist, a misunderstood but ultimately good creature?
the use of a supernatural creature is another convenient literary device; conversations with it are candid, and can reveal the "heart" of the protagonist, and, ultimately, the shape of the story. the spirit of the creature determines, in large part, the spirit of the story; is it a tale of paranoia and fear and despair, or is it one of hidden hope?
***
yesterday, when i took the kids to swim at the pool, i pointed out the thin crescent moon to aiden. he said, "grandma mitakara is smiling at us."
***
i have survived 6 days of p90x. i still have my "pouch," but i swear that it's smaller. in any case, i am enjoying the program. it's an extreme program, but it's well-designed, and exercises the body in a variety of ways, ultimately balancing development. i thoroughly "enjoyed" all of them. i actually feel like i'm missing out if i don't do the workout every day.
***
i am exploring quantum touch. it's an energetic healing system. i've been hearing a bit about it from my patients. to me, energy is still a vague and nebulous thing. i've explored aspects of it, and am pretty well known by now for my very warm hands (when working on people). but i haven't really used it in a healing setting with any degree of consciousness or awareness, and i'd like to do that. i'd also like to explore the use of energy with acupuncture. funny, we're supposed to be manipulating qi with needles, but there is little if nothing taught about how this is done, as "energy" experience is such a vague and nebulous topic. for the most part, it is assumed that the mechanical act of needling accomplishes the energy modulation, but i'm not certain this is true. in any case, i'd like to find out more...
***
i thought about michael jackson's death and the irony of death in general. a couple days ago, if you mentioned michael jackson, then the media, and, i daresay, most people would think only of "wacko jacko." they would think of all the weird things he had done.
all of a sudden, now that he's dead, people are so sad. sure, the media still looks upon the outlandish things he did, but their focus now is upon understanding his life, upon putting some kind of capstone (or headstone) on the arc of his tale, so that he may be better "seen" and loved.
tell me, where was all of this concern and sympathy a couple of days ago? are people at all sorry that they made so much fun of him? why is it that it is only when people die that we try to understand and forgive them their little quirks and idiosyncracies? why is it that it is only when people die that we learn to appreciate the good that they have brought to the world?
i'm not pretending to be "holier than thou," because i too thought he was "messed up." but i just think it odd how death seems like an on off switch that suddenly changes people from cruel and insulting to sad and forgiving and understanding.
why can't we look at the living in the same way that we look at the dead?
***
i kind of thought about this in other senses... like songs on the oldies station. the classics. listen to some of them, and you can tell that they were super scandalous and "dirty" in their time. and yet, somehow, like wine, they seem to become an accepted and acceptable part of the culture, cutesy even... something for connoisseurs.
i think when some songs first came out, they weren't received with such fanfare, they were scandalous.
what happens to a song when it becomes an "oldie but goodie?" suddenly, time makes the song safe and good and cute and true. even if the song was about some pretty racy stuff.
it's almost as though sex and death and stuff in the present are all too raw to be processed; we can only begin to digest things after they are long dead. the feelings of the past seem somehow "safe," even though they may have been just as fear-filled and violent and apocalyptic as anything we know today.
there's an irony in that.
i don't know if this insight is actionable. is it possible to look on the present as though it were just something happening again, as though it were just a "golden oldie?" is it possible to look at the past with the realization that it was once an uncertain and fresh present? hard, but i think if i could, i would somehow understand something about life and time. and the hypocrisy of human attention.
there is a strange abandoned farmhouse nearby, one which "dearly" says has no living thing, but is not necessarily empty. at the end of the story (told by the month of october), the "runt" makes a fateful choice and enters the house...
i am unabashed in admitting that i admired the simplicity of the story. my encounter with it seemed serendipitous. i think i will emulate its spirit, if not its form. the problem with my story is that it is a bit more ambiguous; while the elder brother can be cruel, there is something ultimately good and redeeming about him, and so, the protagonist (my "runt") will have to come to that realization somehow. like "october in the chair," my story does use, as a sort of surrogate brother, a supernatural creature: the kappa. i have debated with myself on the nature and motives of such a creature; would he have a sinister heart, and only help the protagonist to ensure his ultimate downfall, or would he be, like the protagonist, a misunderstood but ultimately good creature?
the use of a supernatural creature is another convenient literary device; conversations with it are candid, and can reveal the "heart" of the protagonist, and, ultimately, the shape of the story. the spirit of the creature determines, in large part, the spirit of the story; is it a tale of paranoia and fear and despair, or is it one of hidden hope?
***
yesterday, when i took the kids to swim at the pool, i pointed out the thin crescent moon to aiden. he said, "grandma mitakara is smiling at us."
***
i have survived 6 days of p90x. i still have my "pouch," but i swear that it's smaller. in any case, i am enjoying the program. it's an extreme program, but it's well-designed, and exercises the body in a variety of ways, ultimately balancing development. i thoroughly "enjoyed" all of them. i actually feel like i'm missing out if i don't do the workout every day.
***
i am exploring quantum touch. it's an energetic healing system. i've been hearing a bit about it from my patients. to me, energy is still a vague and nebulous thing. i've explored aspects of it, and am pretty well known by now for my very warm hands (when working on people). but i haven't really used it in a healing setting with any degree of consciousness or awareness, and i'd like to do that. i'd also like to explore the use of energy with acupuncture. funny, we're supposed to be manipulating qi with needles, but there is little if nothing taught about how this is done, as "energy" experience is such a vague and nebulous topic. for the most part, it is assumed that the mechanical act of needling accomplishes the energy modulation, but i'm not certain this is true. in any case, i'd like to find out more...
***
i thought about michael jackson's death and the irony of death in general. a couple days ago, if you mentioned michael jackson, then the media, and, i daresay, most people would think only of "wacko jacko." they would think of all the weird things he had done.
all of a sudden, now that he's dead, people are so sad. sure, the media still looks upon the outlandish things he did, but their focus now is upon understanding his life, upon putting some kind of capstone (or headstone) on the arc of his tale, so that he may be better "seen" and loved.
tell me, where was all of this concern and sympathy a couple of days ago? are people at all sorry that they made so much fun of him? why is it that it is only when people die that we try to understand and forgive them their little quirks and idiosyncracies? why is it that it is only when people die that we learn to appreciate the good that they have brought to the world?
i'm not pretending to be "holier than thou," because i too thought he was "messed up." but i just think it odd how death seems like an on off switch that suddenly changes people from cruel and insulting to sad and forgiving and understanding.
why can't we look at the living in the same way that we look at the dead?
***
i kind of thought about this in other senses... like songs on the oldies station. the classics. listen to some of them, and you can tell that they were super scandalous and "dirty" in their time. and yet, somehow, like wine, they seem to become an accepted and acceptable part of the culture, cutesy even... something for connoisseurs.
i think when some songs first came out, they weren't received with such fanfare, they were scandalous.
what happens to a song when it becomes an "oldie but goodie?" suddenly, time makes the song safe and good and cute and true. even if the song was about some pretty racy stuff.
it's almost as though sex and death and stuff in the present are all too raw to be processed; we can only begin to digest things after they are long dead. the feelings of the past seem somehow "safe," even though they may have been just as fear-filled and violent and apocalyptic as anything we know today.
there's an irony in that.
i don't know if this insight is actionable. is it possible to look on the present as though it were just something happening again, as though it were just a "golden oldie?" is it possible to look at the past with the realization that it was once an uncertain and fresh present? hard, but i think if i could, i would somehow understand something about life and time. and the hypocrisy of human attention.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
more random curds
this is the ideology of beginnings. to make everything compact and cool and be prepared... bullshit.
in the fray... it becomes a matter of expedience... and you start focusing on little goals to get you a breather, a breathing space... a moment alone to nurse your tired little desires, to pretend that a part of you is still alive beneath all of the daily routines... and the struggle to prove that you can live up to all the promises you had in the beginning... the struggle to be a stereotype... and the struggle to shirk the stereotype all at the same time... and how no one sees this, and they only see you as being silly on the one hand, or irresistably boring on the other... no one sees people as people... feeling beings.
***
people will not mourn when you pass, and then they will give passing curiosity to your words, words you wrote while alive, but only when you are dead and safely gone will they read them, because you suddenly become like the oldies station, and all your scandals are cutesy, because you can no longer stalk their living daughters... it’s funny, it’s silly, really. people are constantly trying to scream their being into the universe. and by the time we hear them, the sound is all muted, and all we see of their supernova is a star which we might happen to notice if we had our telescopic lenses focused on our obscure corner of the universe... mute mute mute...
***
and the centipede that was so angry at being caught in a jar, and oscillating threateningly all the way up to the lip of the jar, trying to find a handhold to bite me... so angry. so frightening even in the jar... and how i could feel all of those needle like legs tapping hammering into the glass... vibrations of a life i could never understand, and would ultimately destroy in disgust... unrelating to the unsympathetic to its struggle. it’s you or me...
***
and thinking of creating craters in the mud... trying to get mud to be the right consistency, to match the pictures in the book. i wanted to experience book adventures, i wanted to live a life that was defined by clean cut boys from the 50’s when everything seemed contained, and right, and explainable... and how you could sit and watch sci fi movies that only pretended to be scary, and were actually a joy to watch, with special effects that almost made you laugh... and nights where you could dance with people to the monster mash... that kind of funny. i wanted that... even ghost stories from that age, with pictures in black and white. with pictures that didn’t look out at you, and want to eat you up, and disembowel you... i was trying to conquer ghosts, by making them ancient and 2 dimensional... no horror in my life... no surprises please... i will master fear by looking at old fears... and how they were done away with... they were written about... they were drawn up. and quartered...
***
and thinking of sad one million dollar mansions from the last few decades, and how having a house decked out in all the latest accoutrements will only succeed in being an investment in poor taste eventually... the dim lights... the soft 60’s music blaring over the outdated honky speakers... the light as seen through stained glass...
in the fray... it becomes a matter of expedience... and you start focusing on little goals to get you a breather, a breathing space... a moment alone to nurse your tired little desires, to pretend that a part of you is still alive beneath all of the daily routines... and the struggle to prove that you can live up to all the promises you had in the beginning... the struggle to be a stereotype... and the struggle to shirk the stereotype all at the same time... and how no one sees this, and they only see you as being silly on the one hand, or irresistably boring on the other... no one sees people as people... feeling beings.
***
people will not mourn when you pass, and then they will give passing curiosity to your words, words you wrote while alive, but only when you are dead and safely gone will they read them, because you suddenly become like the oldies station, and all your scandals are cutesy, because you can no longer stalk their living daughters... it’s funny, it’s silly, really. people are constantly trying to scream their being into the universe. and by the time we hear them, the sound is all muted, and all we see of their supernova is a star which we might happen to notice if we had our telescopic lenses focused on our obscure corner of the universe... mute mute mute...
***
and the centipede that was so angry at being caught in a jar, and oscillating threateningly all the way up to the lip of the jar, trying to find a handhold to bite me... so angry. so frightening even in the jar... and how i could feel all of those needle like legs tapping hammering into the glass... vibrations of a life i could never understand, and would ultimately destroy in disgust... unrelating to the unsympathetic to its struggle. it’s you or me...
***
and thinking of creating craters in the mud... trying to get mud to be the right consistency, to match the pictures in the book. i wanted to experience book adventures, i wanted to live a life that was defined by clean cut boys from the 50’s when everything seemed contained, and right, and explainable... and how you could sit and watch sci fi movies that only pretended to be scary, and were actually a joy to watch, with special effects that almost made you laugh... and nights where you could dance with people to the monster mash... that kind of funny. i wanted that... even ghost stories from that age, with pictures in black and white. with pictures that didn’t look out at you, and want to eat you up, and disembowel you... i was trying to conquer ghosts, by making them ancient and 2 dimensional... no horror in my life... no surprises please... i will master fear by looking at old fears... and how they were done away with... they were written about... they were drawn up. and quartered...
***
and thinking of sad one million dollar mansions from the last few decades, and how having a house decked out in all the latest accoutrements will only succeed in being an investment in poor taste eventually... the dim lights... the soft 60’s music blaring over the outdated honky speakers... the light as seen through stained glass...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)