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Friday, 04 September 2009

  • The Specter of Death.

    It's been a long time since the spector of Death has been near to me.  Dont worry, I'm fine; it's my dog that I'm worried about.  

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    Spike is the three dogs I've had so far in my life.  We got him from my father's friend, who could no longer take care of him.  I was around the second grade at the time.  I was actually afraid of him, because he would often growl at us.  But he eventually came to care for us, and we've been living pretty happily ever since.  Since we arent his original owners, we dont quite know how old he is, or his breed for sure.  He is part Japanese Spitz, and is very fluffy like one.  If we've had him since I was in elementary school, he's more than twelve human years old.  As I often remark, "He's and old-man-dog."  

    This past weekend, my mother was taking him for a walk when she noticed he was acting oddly.  He was very tired and not moving much, and his leg wasnt working right.  She took him to the vet's today, where he was diagnosed with Cushing's Disease as well as damaged kidneys.  Because of the leg thing, the doctor also thinks that he may have had a mini-stroke (but the leg's okay now).  Cushing's Disease is also called hyperadrenocorticism.  He has a tumor on his brain that is causing him to excrete large amounts of corticosteroids.  He's getting medicine for it, but the outlook is not good.  He has maybe two years, and that's if he's lucky.

    I'm not stupid; I realise that everyone thing on this planet will eventually pass on, whether it's today, tomorrow, or some day in the future.  But that doesnt make it any easier to deal with.  It's surprising that he's been around this long, to be sure.  He was already quite grown when we first got him.  If that was when I was in the second grade, he's at least twelve years old.  And this wouldnt be the first dog I lost either; my other dog Bingo passed away two years ago.  There was also Rocky, who died when I was in pre-school.  But all this intellectual reasoning is not helping me deal with my dog's mortality.  When my mother called me earlier this evening, I started crying and shaking.  And until a few minutes ago, I still was sporadically breaking out in tears.  Thankfully, a bit of procrastination (here,here, and here) has helped me calm down and stop crying.  Yay for procrastination, huh?

    The problem of Death, and the pain that it leaves, has always been a problem for me and Christianity.  I simply cannot accept the idea that a loving God, who only wishes the best for me, would invent this concept of Death, wherein someone I love is taken from me.  Oh fine, so we'll meet again in Heavan, but what about the time in between?  They may be There, but I'm still Here!  Who knows how long it'll be before we're reuinted?  Maybe I'll get over it, but everyday, I'll know that they're not here with me.  All I'll have are my memories; the walks we took, the things we did, all in my wonderful Memory they'll be.  But let's face it-that's not the same as having them right there with you.  And the pain and suffering that one usually undergoes before death is terrible as well.  Thankfully Spike has an imbalance of steroids, but think of the dogs that are starved and beaten to death, or run over, or the other millions of ways a dog (and let's face it, people too) could die?  What kind of God says, "I love you so much, but I cant protect you from Pain"?  This has been one of the things that defies belief.  

    I'm going back to Hilo at the end of September because my sister wants her turtles to live in the pond my father is building.  I hope that I'll be able to see him then, at least.  I imagine that for the next few months (and perhaps longer?), I will be afraid to see "Mother" or "Home" flash on my cell.  And if the pain is so great, Spike should know that we all love him so much that we would want him to leave.  Bingo and Rocky would love to have another friend, I think.  Until that time, I can only pray that someone-Kannon, Amida Buddha, God?-will watch him and comfort him.  

Friday, 07 August 2009

  • Leap of Faith

    Tomorrow, some of the new friends I've made are going back to the continent.  They're part of Campus Crusade for Christ, and their mission term is over.  While I was quite afraid of them when I first met them, I can now honestly say that I will be sad because of their departure.

    My first encounter with them was in the second week of summer school.  As I was eating my brunch, two people asked me if I was busy.  Although I love Aja bentos and I was watching "恋空" on my iPod, I said no.  I thought, "The boy's cute, so what the hey."  They sat down and begin to ask me questions about my religious beliefs.  I told them  that I was raised in a Christian church, but became disillusioned with it.  I made a little white lie and told them about how I became 浄土真宗, and explained what I know about it.  When it became close to class time, I made to leave.  They handed me a paper and said that they were going to have a meeting, and that I should come.  I texted Stephanie and asked her if she wanted to go.  She didnt, but Jessica did, so we went.  We also roped in her roommate Eri.  Although we went, we didnt stay long, for various reasons.  Little did I know that this would be the start of several new friendships.

    In the weeks since, a bunch of friends and I have become friend swith them, going to meetings and talking story.  I must admit, their passion for God and their constant happiness is still a little odd to me, but I'm able to look past that.  I told them, "If you dont try to convert me, I wont convert you," and they havent.  We've been able to discuss religion in a way that I've rarely done.  For once, I see how people with faith are able to overcome what I see as flaws in the system.  I've got friends that are Christian, but we dont really talk about it.  I'm still not sold on the whole Christian thing, but it is refreshing to see Christians acting in such a happy, kind manner.  Not at all like those right-wing crazies, saying we'll all burn in hell, and all that jazz.

    Today was their last meeting, as tomorrow they are going back to their respective homes and universities.  Despite our differences in beliefs, they've become my friends, and I hopefully became theirs.  I will miss them and will cherish these memories of them.  I do not know how to say good by, so hopefully they'll read this blog and know what I wish to say.  


    (Hey, dont judge me because I steal pics from facebook, okay?)

    The music accompanying this blog is from a CD I got from this guy at church.  By the Sunset Strings, the CD is called "Music for Reflection".  I thought that the song "Going Home" would be most appropriate.

Thursday, 06 August 2009

  • Special Report: Karaoke!

    This Sunday was a very good day.  I've discovered a love for karaoke, so with a free weekend, I asked my friend if he wanted to go.  But even better was the fact that かなだ様 came with!  I was so happy that we went with us.  

    I love karaoke; I almost regret not trying out for Ambassadors now.  I'm still shy, so I only sing songs that I know.  These are usually enka songs, with Fuji Ayako being my main girl.  Her song "紅い糸" (Akai Ito "Red Thread") is one of my favorites because the words are really nice.  She sings about how much she loves this guy, and wants to tie a red thread with him.  This red thread is believed, by the Japanese, to connect one to your true love.  I think it's awfully romantic.  Mifune Kazuko's "だんな様" (Danna-Sama "Darling") is another song I like.  This song is way traditional because she uses the word "danna", which usually means "husband" but has overtones of "master" in it.  I especially like the line: あなたの心が痛む時 同じ痛みが欲しい (Anata no kokoro ga itamu toki/onaji itami ga hoshii).  It means "When your heart is in pain, I want that same pain."  I think it's somewhat romantic when one partner is so submissive like that.  If I ever get a boyfriend, I'm definitely going to treat him like that.  

    If you didnt catch my drift, I tried to tell かなだ様 that I liked him through the songs I sang.  But this is stupid .  This genre of music, and most music anywhere, has a lot of songs about love.  You'd be hard pressed to find a song without it!  So he probably thought nothing of my song selection, seeing as it was run of the mill.  He also declined my invitation to walk with him to his car.  He parked at the McCully Shopping Center so he wouldnt have to pay for parking in Waikiki.  It's a bit aways, so I asked him if I could join him.  "Oh no, that's okay.  David needs a ride, so..."    I went with them anyways, because there's an A bus stop near there, but still.  

    So while nothing amazingly dramatic happened, it was a good karaoke time.  He said that he'll come bon dance with me, and there's still the fall semester, so I guess I dont need to give up just yet.

Saturday, 18 July 2009

  • "Bon Dance in Hawaii": A Review

    I was browsing youtube the other day when I came across this video. It's titled "Bon Dance in Hawaii", and naturally I was interested. For good or bad, I regularly search youtube for bon dance related content. There are some good vids and some bad vids. I wanted to know where this one fit it. Although there are some things I don't like in it, all together it is a good video. Watch it and share it if you want to give your friends an idea of what Obon is about. Just a small disclaimer: I'm not an authority on Obon and any related subjects. I know a lot, but I am hardly certified as a dancer, dresser, or Japanese person. What I say is based off of what I've learned.

    One major disappointment that I had about this video is that most of the dance footage is of Okinawan dances. First and foremost, bon dances in Hawaii are descended from the Japanese tradition, and therefore, it would be better if there were more Japanese dances shown. As much as people don't think so, the Okinawans are a sperate people from the Japanese; if anything, their culture is closer to that of China. It was only about two hundred years ago when the Kingdom of the Ryukyus was brought under Japanese control. I think the reasons why there is more Okinawan scenes in this video is 1)People don't realise the differences between our cultures, and 2) they are more "interesting". The Okinawan dances are the ones that are usually performed live, save for Fukushima Ondo and Iwakuni Ondo. People like watching live performances, so naturally more people will film the Okinawan portions (just search youtube for bon dance; most of them are Okinawan). If I were to make a film like this, I would include more Japanese dances, and highlight the fact that the Okinawan dances are such.

    I'm a Japanese major, aiming for fluency (or as close as possible) in Japanese. Naturally, I picked up on the narrator's accent. This isn't a major point, but it irked me nonetheless. For example, she doesn't roll the R in "bon odori"; although it's difficult, it's not impossible. "Yukata" had a stress in a weird place; she puts it in the first syllable, when it sounds better in second. Her pronunciation of "mochi" makes it sounds like she put a small つ in before the ち ie モッチ. However, I will admit that my hearing isn't nearly that precise. I didn't like how she grouped spam musubi in with the category of Japanese food. I love spam musubi, but I wouldn't call it "Japanese food". "Local Japanese Food" would be better, as it was thought of in here in Hawaii with Japanese ingredients.

    What really made me happy came near the end of the video. She says, "Just follow the group in the inside circles who are wearing the matching clothing; they're the leaders at the dance number". One of the (many) things I learned from Mr. Uemura was that you follow the leaders - NO questions asked. If they start late, you start late. If they make a mistake, you make a mistake. When you go to another temple, you follow those leaders and do it their way, even if it's different from your own. I learned the hard way, when I danced correctly at last year's Hongwanji bon dance; people were following me, instead of the Hongwanji ladies. Naturally, they got upset with me, and I was scolded at our next practice. Here in Oahu, I will dance following the leaders of the temples here. They may play the same songs, but they may do them differently. It'll be hard to do a dance in a way I haven't practiced, but that is the right thing to do. If more people saw this video and said, "Aha! I must follow the leaders in the center", then I'd be very happy.

    If there was a Bon Dance 101 class or something, this is what I would show. It accurately depicts what goes on at a bon dance: dancing, food, and a chance to reconnect to your heritage. The things that I did not like about it are minor things, and do not detract from the overall video. In fact, that she includes the bit about following the leaders appeals to me. Also, from an aesthetic point of view, the crisp picture quality is a step up from the grainy, dark video that usually comes from taping things at night. Definitely a must-see if you enjoy bon dance and want to share that with other people.

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

  • 一期一会

    Yesterday, when I came back to my room from the onsen, I was very hot. After giving up on trying to figure out the AC, I called the front desk to open the windows. Today, my roommate was out when I wanted to get in the room. I had to ask the front desk to open my room. In both instances I as helped by this really cute guy.

    My point isnt that the guy was cute. But because he caught my interest, I must admit that I would like to find out more about him. What's his name? Where's he from? Does he enjoy his job? But I'll never know. We leave for Otaru tomorrow, and I dont know if I'll be back here in Sapporo again. Plus, what if he moves, either for another place in Japan or perhaps somewhere in the world? What I'm trying to say is that I'll probably never see him again. His hopes and dreams will forever be unknown to me. We'll just be little blips in the network we call our memory.

    That's really sad. A man's entire being, his entire worth, means nothing to me. Think about it: THe driver in front of you, the couple eating lunch, the children playing in the field. You may have watched them and thought about them, but in the end, you'll probably never see them again.

    There is a Japanese saying: 一期一会 (ichigo ichie). Translated, it means, "One chance, one meeting". It highlights the transience of this world. In many arts, such as calligraphy and tea, every movement must be perfect. Although you may write the words, or pour the tea again, that one instant will never come again.

    My encounter with Front Desk Man brought this saying and its meaning to mind tonight. This instant will never come again. We must be mindful of this, and treat it preciously. When I thanked him, I made a big smile and bowed deeply. I tried my best to convey my sincere thanks for his help. We may never meet again, but I tried my best to make it a good instant.

    May you be mindful of this as you go about your business today.

    一期一会

    Edit: I never snapped a picture of Front Desk Man, but I did get these two boys. Same as the above, but I'll have at least this small reminder of them.