Filed under: Meditations, je digg | Tags: existentialism, Fromm, the seventh seal, washing dishes
I just downloaded and watched The Seventh Seal by Ingmar Bergman…you’ve probably seen at least the image of death from it, as it was at one time fairly popular. I’ve wanted to see it for a long time (more than five years) and finally it’s happened; even better, it was worth the wait. Highly recommended if you’re into existential anything, and honestly, it’s worth it even just for the cinematography.
In other news, I started Fromm’s To Have or to Be, and good god is his kung-fu strong. I absolutely loved The Art of Loving but so far this is promising to blow that out of the water. It could be that I’ve changed and not him (imagine), but whatever the case I’m totally digging it. I don’t want to jinx anything because I’ve just started, but I’m reallll excited.
Speaking of exciting, I need to wash dishes. Hasta
Filed under: Meditations, state of the union | Tags: Aurelius, fear, jesus, korea, Ouspensky, projections, stoicism
My first week in Korea has come and gone. I’m not having terrible culture shock, but I am having quite a lot of fun. I’ve never met so many genuine, interesting people in so short a period of time. I think the process of leaving your home for the unknown weeds out a lot of fake people (there are douchebags here, I’m sure), and so far everything has been great. I know a surprising amount of Korean for the amount I’ve been exposed to it, I’m pretty pleased with how I’m adapting, blah blah blah.
So, I bought To Have or to Be by Erich Fromm the other night for an absolutely absurd amount of money. When the woman told me how much, I dropped jaw and said “Chincha!?” which is loosely translated as “Nigga, are you serious?” Nevertheless, I’m happy to have it and in the meantime I met a girl named Jen at the bar who told me about a foreign bookstore in Itaewon, so hopefully I can skirt around this issue. I’d so much rather buy used books anyway. More character…or something like that.
Another thing I’ve wanted to get down for awhile – on the way to the airport (this feels like a lifetime ago) I was looking at the stars out the window of my parents car and gradually seeing less and less of them as we got further from the Poconos and closer to Philly. One of the questions people were asking me most often in the last few days I was in the States was, “Aren’t you scared!?” I wasn’t. I’m not. I’m not trying to be Johnny Bravo about it – I’ve been impressed for a long time with the idea that fear is such a waste. Jesus asked us to consider why we worry – what does it do? Can we influence our situation with negativity? Well, yes, we can, but it’s certainly not a positive influence, so why bother? After Jesus, there was Marcus Aurelius, a Stoic philosopher and Roman emperor, who was also the author of Meditations which is one of the most life-changing things I’ve ever read. One of my favorite quotes from that book is when he writes, “Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.” Ahhhh. In the same book he also wrote the following:
Above all, never struggle or strain; but be master of yourself, and view life as a man, as a human being, as a citizen, and as a mortal. Among the truths you will do well to contemplate most frequently are these two: first, that things can never touch the soul, but stand inert outside it, so that disquiet can arise only from fancies within; and secondly, that all visible objects change in a moment, and will be no more. Think of the countless changes in which you yourself have had a part. The whole universe is change, and life itself is but what you deem it.
Right. Amazing. So what he says is further echoed by Ouspensky in his commentary on Gurdjieff’s teaching, one of the very basic tenets of which is so Stoic it hurts. No one is responsible for your negative emotions but you. Everything wrong in your life is only something wrong in you. Not exactly a new idea, but still revolutionary in that very few people are willing to accept it even on an intellectual level – and many fewer willing to absorb it into their lives. When people would ask me if I were scared, though, the thing that would come to my head first (probably because I had read it the most recently…and it has the word ‘fear’ in it. my neural connections aren’t complex) is something that Ouspensky says in The Fourth Way:
You must understand that many things you ascribe to things outside you are really in you. Take for instance fear. Fear is independent of things. If you are in a state of fear, you can be afraid of an ash-tray. This often happens in pathological states, and a pathological state is only an intensified ordinary state. You are afraid, and then you choose what to be afraid of.
Back to the stars – I’m watching them slowly fade out as the ambient light from the city begins to become more pronounced and I linked it, for whatever reason, to all of these ideas about fear and ‘disquiet arising only from fancies within,’ etc… As a person is going through their life they’re usually projecting so much onto their environment and circumstances that they lose perspective of what’s really around them to the point that they become unable to see anything beyond their own perceptions – Plato’s cave style…is that sensible? How about another Ouspensky quote?
…We must understand that we do not see things themselves at all. We see like in Plato’s allegory of the cave only the reflections of things [that is, we see ourselves - the reflection of our projections], so that what we see has lost all reality. We must realize how often we are governed and controlled not by the things themselves but by our ideas of things, our views of things, our pictures of things.
Hopefully that makes things a little clearer. Back to the star analogy tho – the other side of that coin, of course, is that when you free yourself from the hold that mechanical projections can have over you, the ‘ambient light’ as it were is gone and you’re able to see what’s happening around you for what it really is – and it’s awe inspiring because it also makes you see your own place in the universe that much more clearly.
Okay, now that I feel like a Ziggy cartoon, I’m gonna call it quits. I downloaded The Seventh Seal and I’m making pasta sauce, so I have a busy night ahead.
Filed under: state of the union | Tags: depression, esl, i swear i'm not miserable just really f***ing tired, jetlag, korea
In some ways, I feel like shit. I’m worn out on so many fronts, and what really makes it worse is that I haven’t read a thing since I’ve been here and I have the desire to, but…well let’s put it this way – “the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Jetlag is absolutely killing me. I still haven’t had a full nights sleep, although I have had some absolutely crazy ridiculous dreams in the past two nights. As per my usual (probably this is true for most people) when it comes to dreams they were super vivid when I woke up (not all my dreams are like this tho…maybe 5% tops), and now I can’t recall anything but that I thought it was significant that two dreams had a theme of something long forgotten coming back and being good…Strange, because I had a very bizarre one the other night where I felt like the dream was telling me that someone I used to know would reappear in my life to harm me. Bah. Dreams.
School is okay, but it’s definitely challenging. The hardest thing is filling the amount of time I’m given with each set of kids (with some this is more difficult than others) – the lesson plans they give me are bare bones to say the least, and I just don’t have the breadth of teaching experience or the understanding of these specific kids’ learning styles to improv. Not to say I don’t have to improv anyway, but I’m suspicious whether it does much good. Bah. Teaching.
Bah. Bah. I bought a hat that looks like a ram. Maybe I’ll put a photo up, but if I were you I wouldn’t hold my breath.
Filed under: Travel, state of the union | Tags: changes, esl, korea, overload, sick
So I’m in Seoul. It’s pretty nutty. I’ve been here for under 72 hours and it feels like I’ve already been here for several lifetimes (that’s due in part to the fact that my body no longer wants to sleep. ever). It’s definitely going to take a lot of getting used to. To say that it’s overwhelming…I really can’t put it into words. I’ve had about 150 names thrown at me, probably twice as many Korean words, and more foreign stimulus than I can even begin to describe. I’m not stressed out or afraid but literally everything is not what I’m in any way accustomed to. It’s a strange feeling, for sure. Bryden, the other English teacher at my school, said last night that he loves living in Seoul because it feels like it’s made up – a very long holiday from reality.
I want to write out something I was thinking about on the way to the airport, but it requires the use of books and coherent thought, both of which are not very accessible to me right now, so I guess it will have to wait. Also, I came down with some sort of head cold that totally sucks. My throat is killing me and my nose is mad stuffy…gross. I need to buy or make some expectorant and get this show on the road. I think the combination of jetlag, new diet, new environment, and a LOT of kids totally destroyed my immune system. Hopefully this weekend will give me a chance to get at least slightly recuperated, because starting Monday I’m flying solo with all these little monsters.
There are about a million things I want to write about, really none of them involving Korea (well, some of them, I’m sure), but because of Korea, I don’t have time to actually do any. Whatever.
I rediscovered this the other day and I love it and it sort of is a good summation of how I’m feeling. Enjoy.
Filed under: Meditations, Travel, state of the union | Tags: blah blah blah, Erich Fromm, korea, New York, religion, Thich Naht Hanh
I wanna put something up that isn’t about the bailout lest you begin to think I’m a political avenger or something equally ridiculous.
Wednesday I took the Chinatown bus up to New York City so I could get interviewed for a Korean visa at the Consulate. Pain. In. My. Ass. I had to go back Friday to pick it up which is even more absurd, particularly because it’s black Friday. Hopefully Bush’s terror alerts will keep some people out of the city and off the roads. I have wayyy too much packing to do to sit in traffic on a bus all day.
On the way up on Wednesday I read me some Ouspensky and got a lot out of it, as usual. Rushed around the city, nearly didn’t get my visa, had a very minor panic attack and then soup and a sandwich (which complimented each other surprisingly well), and topped it off with a bookstore and cigar with Mike. He owed me a book and I settled on Living Buddha, Living Christ, which came recommended – well actually just Thich Naht Hanh generally. I also got The Portable Jung – edited by Joseph Campbell, w00t – which I’m looking forward to. Then I got on the bus, somehow stumbled into an express ride to Easton and made it home in a little over an hour and a half. A lady sat down next to me and asked what I was reading (Living Buddha, Living Christ – I don’t waste time) and we had a cool conversation. Her daughter is doing some crazy art collective jawn in Germany and is studying German like 5 hours a day or something…I’m not sure if I’m going to be that committed to Korean.
She went to Japan when she was younger and got into Buddhism because she said she felt ‘disillusioned’ by the religion she was raised in (Lutheran, I believe. And don’t get me started on that. Luther was one of the more heavily mystic people of recent time, not to mention the definition of an ideological visionary, and what he created has become among the more absurdly scleretic institutions of our time)*. The next day I came across this, oddly enough in the book that sparked our conversation in the first place. It also made me think of something Erich Fromm says in his book The Art of Loving. So there it is. Her name was Lynn, she was sweet.
I did go back to New York, then, on Friday, picked up my passport – why they couldn’t mail it to me I will never understand – met up with Mike Jonez and came back to Philly. Too much travel time. Yuck. That’s going to define my existence for the next week, though, I suppose I should get used to it. Either way we went to Cín Cín and then went out with Seng, Trin, and Bob which was amazing. I freaking love Bob. I’m just realizing that I didn’t get any pictures with them which is a shame beyond words. C’est la Vie.
Oh yeah, so, I’m leaving Tuesday. Peace.
*Just to avoid confusion here, I’m talking about the Protestant Reformation in general terms and all that it gave birth to.
okay, so yes, as the comments that go with that link suggest, this is misleading in a variety of ways, but it doesn’t change the overall fact of how hard the American people just got raped by a huge, AIDS infested corporate penis.
Dave sent me this link this morning about the pirates in Somalia. All was well and good until I read this:
The three groups share the ever-increasing illicit profits – ransoms paid in cash by the shipping companies.
A report by UK think-tank Chatham House says piracy off the coast of Somalia has cost up to $30m (£17m) in ransoms so far this year.
So that made me say, “huh?” 30 million dollars? Thirty. Measly. Million. Dollars. It wasn’t long ago that there were some people who took off with $700 billion – $700,000,000,000. That’s a lot of money, a lot more than $30,000,000. And these particular pirates did all of this in front of our noses, and with our money, and where was the outrage? That’s just frustrating. Ugh.
Filed under: Meditations, je digg | Tags: internets, Ouspensky, papertrail, reading, the Bible
I’m sometimes struck by the sheer power of a single word, or thought…perhaps more how such a vast macrocosm can be buried inside such seemingly minute datum. Huxley wrote something in his Brave New World that comes to mind about this - “Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly-they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re peirced.”
I was reading The Fourth Way by P. D. Ouspensky today and paused to look up a phrase he used – formatory thinking – he didn’t define it, something he does rather often, and I was needing a little more clarity. Luckily Google came to my rescue and returned this site.
Pretty good explanation of what I was looking for, and I really dug the blowing-out-of-the-water of the whole idea of dualism in cognition. Up to this point (ironically enough), it seemed to me that there were two schools of thought on the subject – in a nutshell, Western ideology (born from Aristotelian logic) which breaks everything into opposites pitted against each other as opposed to Eastern ideology which takes a more holistic approach, viewing opposites as poles of the same idea or condition (For more on this see this [which always makes me lol], that, the other,the fourth, and the last).
Anyway, now that you’re on your own variety of tangent (which if you think about it, only illuminates what this whole post is about), let me get back to my original story. So I explored that site for awhile, which you may have done by now. Little weird, I’ll admit – Alex Jones conspiracy theories always sort of make me feel like someone somewhere is missing the point they’re trying to make. Still, it doesn’t take away from how enlightening the first link was, so whatever.
In any event, I saw the following quote by J. Edgar Hoover which I thought was interesting: “The individual is handicapped by coming face to face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists.” I googled that to see if I could find the context in which he said it, and came to THIS site. I backtracked to the home page (this has a name – when you delete all the stuff that isn’t the original www.x.com to find the index or whatever. I can’t remember it tho…anyone, anyone?) and it turns out it’s a pretty good site. One of the articles I read mentioned a book called The Key to Truth by E. H. Lake which looked pretty interesting, so I emailed the site and asked where, if anywhere, I could find a copy. I went back to the homepage and started reading this article about ‘the best Bible translation’ and I didn’t even get through it all before I started writing this post.
So just soak that in. I think it’s so interesting – “the way that, when reading is going well, one book leads to another and to another, a paper trail of theme and meaning” as Nick Hornby writes in The Polysyllabic Spree.
Filed under: Random occurrences | Tags: fcs, now i'm all self-conscious, you said a swear!
I just gave the link to this blog to a group of people who I can honestly say I never planned to have reading it…so if said certain people do read this, I want to apologize ahead of time for any ‘rated r’ language herein. my bad! But seriously, would you want to edit every single post? Just pretend like you’re reading Salinger and it will be fine…maybe even cute in a ‘he’s so gosh-darn precocious’ type of way.



