I guess I'll include this little anecdote since I write about my dreams from time to time.
It all started with talk about what the newly deceased do during the mourning period, especially around burial time. The adults (aka. aunts and uncles) were discussing things that needed to be done, superstitions such as making sure the rice storage was full so that grandma would be comforted that her survivors would be well fed, and the tv turning on randomly at night so that she could watch tv just like she had done while living, which meant that we should go to bed early. There were also issues about going vegetarian during this mourning period and that probably has to do with the Buddhist notion that the spirits of the animals you consume will return to consume you in your passing. Whether Buddhism believes in spirits is not really the question, as the word can be broadened to encompass the guilt of taking the life of a conscious living being. The idea behind burial rites, atleast as far as Buddhism goes (and atleast as far as my knowledge and beliefs go) is that it is done to guide the newly departed into the afterlife and hopefully into a better position to achieve enlightenment. As such, the living are to offer prayers, and since I have nothing better to do during the sutras, make myself as buddha-like as possible to set a guidepost for the dead. Lastly (or firstly), the rites are for the living, so that we know her affairs are squared away and as a time of healing and to allow the grief to flow.
Anyways, one little aside was when I changed turned on the wii because I was really bored, and left the room to go retrieve the remotes that were being charged elsewhere. My uncle freaked out a bit when he noticed that the game had been turned on and there was no one in the room.
Fast-forward to nightfall. Earlier I had partaken in breaking the vegetarian diet with a few of my cousins, and was chatting with the cousin I was sharing that side of the house with (houses in Arizona are so huge now that one normal sized family can't live in it). We stayed up late, and when we decided to turn in, my cousin claims the tv was turned off before he could hit the power button on the remote. I figured he was trying to screw with my mind so I paid it no attention.
One of the few things that got me emotional at the funeral service was the thought that nature had finally righted itself. While I'm sure its a rather common occurrence, its not really right for a parent to outlive their children, which was the case for my mother. So the thought that my grandmother would finally be joining my mother in the afterlife hit me harder than actually losing my grandmother. Death is a fact of life, it happens sooner or later, expectedly and unexpectedly. If there were to be something more certain than change, it would be that our time on this planet is limited. Most of you know that I am a pretty logical person (with a healthy spread of irrational streaks), and since I've been living with the shadow of a departed loved one since a relatively early age, I try not to take interactions with people for granted, especially when it comes to the elderly. Granted I usually don't have much to say since I am not on good talking terms with any of my grandparents (I just don't see them often enough). So when it comes time for the rights of death to be played, I can't find it in me to become that emotional because I know that their memory will always live on in their survivors and that death can bring about great release from the suffering and burden of living.
So it was with these kinds of thoughts that I drifted off to sleep. I forget what I was dreaming about, but it was a pretty vivid one, as I had been dreaming pretty often as of late. In retrospect, I think it was so vivid there was actually dialogue (which doesn't happen very often in my dreams). After some time though, my attention was brought back to my current state. Whether I was awake or not I'm not sure, it was the kind of half conscious awareness of my surroundings that I sometimes get while I'm sleeping. What happened afterwards was creepy/scary because I felt the bed move and then the area right over my abdomen (stomach) get cold. It was the type of moist cold that I guess people might associate with the living dead... ha ha. I tried to bear it as long as possible because for one thing, I was scared, and the other thing if it was grandma I just wanted her to do whatever she needed to do and move on. My more egocentric side thought about how I might remind her of her daughter. I don't know. The feeling got so creepy after awhile though that I started struggling and after some effort, I forced myself fully awake and then there was nothing. It was, seemingly, all a dream. Strangely enough though, I heard my cousin moaning from the next room, as if he were having a nightmare too. I checked the time, 4:40 ish after making up the time difference from California time. Those of you that know, 4 is synonymous with death in Chinese. I'm pretty sure I smirked in the dark and thought... That's interesting... and went back to sleep.
I worked up the courage to ask my cousin later that day to see if he had a nightmare that night. He didn't remember anything. We performed my grandmother's last rites that day.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
The Afermath
Sigh... I need to read over the stuff I put up. The first paragraph in my last post needs a period in there somewhere.
Got back to the California on Friday after spending a week in Arizona. Met up with a family that I have not known for a large part of my life. Time can only tell if that trend will hold. Like my step-mom's family though, the cousins are all growing up... it's kind of funny that I'm part of the old blood that runs in Arizona--a relic of the past that somehow pops up from time to time. Apparently my family was the first one there and we ended up bringing a bunch of people over. After awhile a number of other families moved in after we moved out. It'd be good if I saw parts of that family at least once every few years instead of every half decade or so.
Apparently, I'm an uncle now... about as close to one as I'll ever get. Well... that's not really true though, there is one person that can make that situation different, but I don't think she's going to have a baby anytime soon. For those of you wondering who I'm talking about, its my one and only cousin on my father's side.
I supposed I should write something coherent on the topic of family and/or mortality, but I think I'll pass. I've sort of lost the desire to do that right now.
One a different note, I have my first interview on Tuesday... and I've put up another batch of photos.
http://asayake.photopians.org/v/Japan2008/JYPE/20080730Nikko/
Got back to the California on Friday after spending a week in Arizona. Met up with a family that I have not known for a large part of my life. Time can only tell if that trend will hold. Like my step-mom's family though, the cousins are all growing up... it's kind of funny that I'm part of the old blood that runs in Arizona--a relic of the past that somehow pops up from time to time. Apparently my family was the first one there and we ended up bringing a bunch of people over. After awhile a number of other families moved in after we moved out. It'd be good if I saw parts of that family at least once every few years instead of every half decade or so.
Apparently, I'm an uncle now... about as close to one as I'll ever get. Well... that's not really true though, there is one person that can make that situation different, but I don't think she's going to have a baby anytime soon. For those of you wondering who I'm talking about, its my one and only cousin on my father's side.
I supposed I should write something coherent on the topic of family and/or mortality, but I think I'll pass. I've sort of lost the desire to do that right now.
One a different note, I have my first interview on Tuesday... and I've put up another batch of photos.
http://asayake.photopians.org/v/Japan2008/JYPE/20080730Nikko/
Friday, January 2, 2009
2009
My grandmother passed away yesterday. In a way, my trip to Arizona hints that the inner workings of the universe are not a bunch of random occurrences thrown together, rather, they happen for specific reasons and because certain links are present, for which the enrichment of our lives can be seen as... at the very least, a side result.
The actual trip was a result of a desire to go visit my grandmother as I hadn't seen her a few years. After my grandfather passed away Veteran's day of 2003, I had been reunited with my mother's family; a family that I thought had more or less excommunicated me and had not seen for a period of nearly 10 years. After handing out my number (and not getting any in return as my mother's family is huge), I never heard from them again. At some point a year or two down the line, we visited my grandmother who had been bouncing around from family member to family member and she seemed to be doing fine. Several years pass and I graduate college (as noted in my previous posts), and finding and visiting the grandmother seemed like a good idea with me being unemployed and all. While I had wanted to go during December of 2008, my parents and I set January 3, 2009 to be the day we were to go to meet their rather busy schedules. Due to yet another scheduling conflict the date got pushed back to New Years. At one point after Christmas, I wasn't even sure if we were going to go as my family was undergoing some domestic problems and we just happened to solve them in time to make the trip happen.
New Years Eve, I got out of a party early so I could catch an hour or two of sleep before making the journey back to what I like to call the 'homeland' as Arizona holds a rather special place in my heart. I gave a short prayer to Buddha at 2:30am, and we set out. We did the usual. Visited my old home, which is now an empty lot in a rural town full of ridiculously large yards. Our neighbor and close family friend had become doting grandparents over the course of 2008. We visited my mother. My Aunt and Uncle were healthy... and as we were closing our extended lunch (we were supposed to finish by 2pm, but lunch lasted till 4pm), my mom and I figured we didn't have enough time to find my grandmother as the day had passed, and we needed to be back in California that day. The moment we step out of the restaurant to part with my aunt and uncle, my dad gets the phone call. She had passed away early that morning, at about 2am (remember when this whole journey began?).
At this point I was really fatigued from all the driving. There had been a nasty car accident right by my house that morning, and dealing with Arizona traffic and unfamiliar terrain, along with my dad was a taxing event. We dropped back by my aunt and uncle's place, as my parents were both wearing red in celebration for New Years before heading to my mother's family's place. There were a few notable emotions amongst the emotional torrent that strikes a person when someone dies. The first was regret. Regret that I had failed as a grandson. I didn't quite feel this when my grandfather passed away as at that time my view on that side of the family was different. My indifference to his passing was a result of ignorance or a sort of denial that I was part of their family. After that event, I had made the decision that his surviving wife should see her grandson from time to time, even if that grandson was one among many grandchildren, and one who's connection to the family had largely been neglected for at the time of this writing, about 15 years (to be fair, I am probably the grandchild that most resembles her daughter as I got my looks from my mother, who I assume got her looks from her father as we look nothing like my grandmother). What hurt the most was that I had come a day too late. The second notable emotion was a small flame of anger; anger at the family for not encouraging me to visit her sooner as a sign that she might die at any time. In retrospect this anger was unjustified as I had assumed her cause of death was illness, which it was not.
Needless to say, this was the most emotional I've been since... I don't know when to be honest. Not to sound heartless or anything, but I was not as emotional about the passing of my grandfather in 2007. He was a great man whom I deeply respect and love, but I did not feel the need to feel regret or grief about this loss. He had lived a fulfilled and for the most part happy life and I had taken every effort to be a part of that, and while his passing was certainly sad and a loss to this part of my family, one that my generation of cousins have not really felt before, I could only appreciate that he had died naturally in a dignified manner with little suffering on everyone's part. In his case, he lives on in his survivors, ie. me. Unfortunately, that is not really the case for my late grandmother.
Thinking about it, I no longer have a direct blood connection to this family, and in that sense, this may be my last opportunity to reclaim my position as the 4th grandson. As small a position as it may be, it is the symbol of my heritage, my root as a human being. Perhaps in reclaiming this part of my identity, I can revive more memories of my ancestry, mostly, memories of my dearly departed mother. I leave for Arizona on the 4th.
Moving on to a lighter note... I guess I'll put up my New Years Resolution... we'll see how much of it I can keep.
Exercise more
Meditate more
Eat better
Play more Taiko
Get a job
Get a girlfriend
Study more
Write more
I'll refine them later... =P
The actual trip was a result of a desire to go visit my grandmother as I hadn't seen her a few years. After my grandfather passed away Veteran's day of 2003, I had been reunited with my mother's family; a family that I thought had more or less excommunicated me and had not seen for a period of nearly 10 years. After handing out my number (and not getting any in return as my mother's family is huge), I never heard from them again. At some point a year or two down the line, we visited my grandmother who had been bouncing around from family member to family member and she seemed to be doing fine. Several years pass and I graduate college (as noted in my previous posts), and finding and visiting the grandmother seemed like a good idea with me being unemployed and all. While I had wanted to go during December of 2008, my parents and I set January 3, 2009 to be the day we were to go to meet their rather busy schedules. Due to yet another scheduling conflict the date got pushed back to New Years. At one point after Christmas, I wasn't even sure if we were going to go as my family was undergoing some domestic problems and we just happened to solve them in time to make the trip happen.
New Years Eve, I got out of a party early so I could catch an hour or two of sleep before making the journey back to what I like to call the 'homeland' as Arizona holds a rather special place in my heart. I gave a short prayer to Buddha at 2:30am, and we set out. We did the usual. Visited my old home, which is now an empty lot in a rural town full of ridiculously large yards. Our neighbor and close family friend had become doting grandparents over the course of 2008. We visited my mother. My Aunt and Uncle were healthy... and as we were closing our extended lunch (we were supposed to finish by 2pm, but lunch lasted till 4pm), my mom and I figured we didn't have enough time to find my grandmother as the day had passed, and we needed to be back in California that day. The moment we step out of the restaurant to part with my aunt and uncle, my dad gets the phone call. She had passed away early that morning, at about 2am (remember when this whole journey began?).
At this point I was really fatigued from all the driving. There had been a nasty car accident right by my house that morning, and dealing with Arizona traffic and unfamiliar terrain, along with my dad was a taxing event. We dropped back by my aunt and uncle's place, as my parents were both wearing red in celebration for New Years before heading to my mother's family's place. There were a few notable emotions amongst the emotional torrent that strikes a person when someone dies. The first was regret. Regret that I had failed as a grandson. I didn't quite feel this when my grandfather passed away as at that time my view on that side of the family was different. My indifference to his passing was a result of ignorance or a sort of denial that I was part of their family. After that event, I had made the decision that his surviving wife should see her grandson from time to time, even if that grandson was one among many grandchildren, and one who's connection to the family had largely been neglected for at the time of this writing, about 15 years (to be fair, I am probably the grandchild that most resembles her daughter as I got my looks from my mother, who I assume got her looks from her father as we look nothing like my grandmother). What hurt the most was that I had come a day too late. The second notable emotion was a small flame of anger; anger at the family for not encouraging me to visit her sooner as a sign that she might die at any time. In retrospect this anger was unjustified as I had assumed her cause of death was illness, which it was not.
Needless to say, this was the most emotional I've been since... I don't know when to be honest. Not to sound heartless or anything, but I was not as emotional about the passing of my grandfather in 2007. He was a great man whom I deeply respect and love, but I did not feel the need to feel regret or grief about this loss. He had lived a fulfilled and for the most part happy life and I had taken every effort to be a part of that, and while his passing was certainly sad and a loss to this part of my family, one that my generation of cousins have not really felt before, I could only appreciate that he had died naturally in a dignified manner with little suffering on everyone's part. In his case, he lives on in his survivors, ie. me. Unfortunately, that is not really the case for my late grandmother.
Thinking about it, I no longer have a direct blood connection to this family, and in that sense, this may be my last opportunity to reclaim my position as the 4th grandson. As small a position as it may be, it is the symbol of my heritage, my root as a human being. Perhaps in reclaiming this part of my identity, I can revive more memories of my ancestry, mostly, memories of my dearly departed mother. I leave for Arizona on the 4th.
Moving on to a lighter note... I guess I'll put up my New Years Resolution... we'll see how much of it I can keep.
Exercise more
Meditate more
Eat better
Play more Taiko
Get a job
Get a girlfriend
Study more
Write more
I'll refine them later... =P
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Life
I need to get back in the habit of writing again... and maybe include some photos in it. Perhaps telling my Japan story through my photos... We'll see if it actually happens though. New photos are up by the way.
I'd get started but now is not a good time. I'll make it up by putting up one of my better photos or something.
I'd get started but now is not a good time. I'll make it up by putting up one of my better photos or something.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Graduation
I finally got the final solid clue that I will finally graduate. The petition for my classes to count towards my degree went through. Now all I have to do is wait for the senior residency waiver to go through (which I'm told it will and its really just a procedural thing) and I'm set!
I'll finally have my hard won BS... muahaha.
Incidentally, I started applying for jobs today. Maybe the heavens were just waiting for me to get off my lazy ass and make something of myself.
BTW, job hunting is fun, there's so many interesting engineering/technician/scientist positions out there. Unfortunately most of them require some sort of security clearance (which I don't have). I dunno how much of a burden that will bear in the future... but whatever, I'll deal with it as things come along.
Also incidentally... my new email counter is at 777. my gmail one is stuck at 35 so that doesn't count... but it is divisible by 7... and 5... 0.o
I'll finally have my hard won BS... muahaha.
Incidentally, I started applying for jobs today. Maybe the heavens were just waiting for me to get off my lazy ass and make something of myself.
BTW, job hunting is fun, there's so many interesting engineering/technician/scientist positions out there. Unfortunately most of them require some sort of security clearance (which I don't have). I dunno how much of a burden that will bear in the future... but whatever, I'll deal with it as things come along.
Also incidentally... my new email counter is at 777. my gmail one is stuck at 35 so that doesn't count... but it is divisible by 7... and 5... 0.o
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thankgiving 2008
I've been busy today. Stayed up late last night writing a bunch of emails, mostly to friends in Japan. Sent out a batch of thanksgiving emails in hopes of resparking conversation with some people I haven't talked to in awhile. Unfortunately I wrote it in english thinking everyone in my list was fluent enough to understand. Definitely woke up to an incomprehensible email this morning. Apparently I misread a name last night. Thinking it was someone else, I wrote that email in english with only a Japanese title. Oh well.
The rest of the morning was talking to some friends... Problems seem to hit groups of people and in waves as opposed to isolated incidents. Maybe there is some invisible luck field that can be described by quantum mechanics. That'd be cool. Yeah... I'll keep dreaming about pursuing that career in scifi.
The rest of the day was more or less spent muscling a lighter body out of my oke. It's still ugly as heck, but the walls are a little closer to what I want. My mom seemed pretty happy that she got a bag full of wood shavings that she can use on her houseplants. I just hope they can handle whatever oils are coming off of that wood, cuz I don't think rats can handle it, i dunno about delicate houseplants.
Finally, the rest of the evening (after a 1.5 hour food coma induced nap), i worked on photos for mom, and then tried to accustom myself to digikam so I can start processing photos and putting them up for people to see. Digikam isn't too bad... there are a few annoying things I have to do to get the program to cooperate, but so far it seems to be okay. The great thing about it though... is that its fast. A LOT faster than LightRoom... hopefully Raw Therapee will pull through tomorrow.
I put the sakura pictures back up on the photopian site. Not sure how they ended up off it. but yeah. Hopefully I can have a few more albums up soon.
For those of you that are wondering about what I ate today... since Turkey day is supposed to be all about eating... we had home-made pho. all beef. No bird.
The rest of the morning was talking to some friends... Problems seem to hit groups of people and in waves as opposed to isolated incidents. Maybe there is some invisible luck field that can be described by quantum mechanics. That'd be cool. Yeah... I'll keep dreaming about pursuing that career in scifi.
The rest of the day was more or less spent muscling a lighter body out of my oke. It's still ugly as heck, but the walls are a little closer to what I want. My mom seemed pretty happy that she got a bag full of wood shavings that she can use on her houseplants. I just hope they can handle whatever oils are coming off of that wood, cuz I don't think rats can handle it, i dunno about delicate houseplants.
Finally, the rest of the evening (after a 1.5 hour food coma induced nap), i worked on photos for mom, and then tried to accustom myself to digikam so I can start processing photos and putting them up for people to see. Digikam isn't too bad... there are a few annoying things I have to do to get the program to cooperate, but so far it seems to be okay. The great thing about it though... is that its fast. A LOT faster than LightRoom... hopefully Raw Therapee will pull through tomorrow.
I put the sakura pictures back up on the photopian site. Not sure how they ended up off it. but yeah. Hopefully I can have a few more albums up soon.
For those of you that are wondering about what I ate today... since Turkey day is supposed to be all about eating... we had home-made pho. all beef. No bird.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Back to Writing
Got back from San Francisco last night. The concert was pretty amazing as expected, despite quite a few number of gripes I had with a number of things. I won't elaborate on them as some of the critiques are fairly personal (to myself, not really to other people). One thing I gotta say though, Sukeroku's set made the use of "ma" more clear and awesome than I have ever seen in any other group. 20 seconds somewhere in their set made the entire trip worth it.
On a tangent, I took apart a camera lens today. They're pretty complicated pieces of machinery, but not impossible to decipher. I still don't know how the zooming part works exactly, but that's ok. I did what I needed to do, clean the lens elements. We'll see whether or not I destroyed the lens for good.
On a tangent, I took apart a camera lens today. They're pretty complicated pieces of machinery, but not impossible to decipher. I still don't know how the zooming part works exactly, but that's ok. I did what I needed to do, clean the lens elements. We'll see whether or not I destroyed the lens for good.
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