Monday, April 26, 2010

Recent Adventures from the Traveler

Snowing in Denver
Lightening- taken from Greyhound Bus
California Zephyr Schedule
Denver Union Station
Red Rocks- Colorado
Red Rocks- Colorado
Red Rocks- Colorado
Greyhound from Raton to Denver- practically empty
FLATNESS
My boots- On the train
Santa Fe- gorgeous architecture
Santa Fe- Museum of Indian Art
Santa Fe- Canyon St. artwork
Santa Fe- Canyon St. artwork
Santa Fe- Canyon St. artwork
Santa Fe- Canyon St. artwork

Photo from Alan McCall's front porch
Staircase from church in Santa Fe (left) / Bus ticket from El Paso to Albuquerque (lower right)

Albuquerque:

I really enjoyed my stay in Albuquerque. I spent most of my time with my uncle Alan, working in the yard or simply enjoying the peaceful and quiet landscape. When we were outside, Alan cup his ear with his hand and say, “Do you hear that? --Nothing, just the way I want it…” There is definitely something to be said for living away from the hustle and bustle of the city or even other people. In the city, I can constantly hear the freeway or BART trains in the background. These sounds are not necessarily a bad thing, but they definitely encourage a different mind-set. With such on-going activity on the city, I am influenced to live with a faster-paced, more interactive approach. However, when removed from this environment, I have the opportunity to engage my surroundings at my own pace and practice a slower, more relaxed attitude. This may just be a Southwest way of living- a little slower, a little more relaxed, just a little more “chill”.

I spent a whole day with the Gorvetzians (my roommate’s family) and saw much of Albuquerque and Santa Fe. Santa Fe is simply gorgeous, from the artwork in the galleries to the architecture. We visited several art galleries and craft shops; the hand-made Indian bowls, jugs, and figurines are incredible. The choice of shape and color in each piece is amazing. The pueblo style of buildings and the color and texture of adobe is very appealing to me. In contrast to the natural tones of the adobe, much of the artwork incorporated many bold and distinct colors. The picture is of a staircase built by a mystery carpenter who built it for free for the church- it uses no nails or fasteners, either. Nancy, his mom, gave me a tour of Albuquerque Academy, the most impressive and extensive high school I’ve ever seen. Afterwards, his sister taught me how to stack cups; I had no idea there was a specific routine used for competitions. After a few tries, I did the routine in less than 30 seconds (29.5 to be exact)!


For dinner, we had some Mediterranean/Armenian food- delicious. Later, I had lunch with Jill Levin (My “Aunt”- since Brooke is an un-official mother to me)- thanks for the New Mexican food! As we talked about all the activities that her son was participating in and at times feeling overwhelmed with, I couldn’t help but think of my experience and I’m sure the experience of many of the kids at Albuquerque Academy. There are so many options and great things to do, but spreading oneself too thin can be harmful- more on this later. I had lunch with Ann Petersen and did some yard work at her house. I spent an afternoon cutting down trees, which involved climbing, tying rope, chain saws and axes- simply awesome.

From Albuquerque, I took the train to Raton, NM and then the bus to Denver, CO. The bus went threw a huge storm- so much rain and lightening. My weekend in Denver just happened to be the weekend that a bunch of the Murray’s were gathering at Kearin’s house, so I got to meet (more like connect faces with names) many of my uncles, aunts, and cousins. The constantly changing weather in Denver was quite surprising. One day could start sunny, then snow, then sun, then rain, then snow, and then sun- each hour was a surprise! I spent a day with Kearin, driving around town and checking out the city- it started sunny, but then it snowed so hard they had to shut down the highway in both directions. Coming from Alaska, Kearin said this was nothing, but I had never seen it snow so hard. I met my uncle Denis at Regis University where we works and attended a small party for the participants of a dual-language program. Also, I met Bill- Denis’s boss and a very close friend to the Murray family. The Regis campus is beautiful- especially when spring makes everything so green and crisp. College campuses are awesome for exploring; cool people and neat places. Driving from Regis to Pine (up in the mountains where Denis lives) was quite an adventure. A huge boulder had fallen onto the highway, blocking both lanes of traffic. Police had to turn everyone around end us back out of the valley. Our car was literally the last one to leave the canyon, but it provided a bunch of visiting time for Denis and me. For dinner that night, we had home-made pizza (which rivaled the pizza we make at dad’s house…) In the morning, Denis and I went for a run next to the river- beautiful scenery, peaceful atmosphere, and a great workout at altitude. Breakfast was a feast- eggs (cheese and green chilies), potatoes, sausage, and fruit! I could definitely tell Denis and Frank are brothers- they both know how to cook. Then we went to the sledding hill to enjoy the last several inches of snow. And although we forgot the sleds at home and cardboard didn’t work too well, we borrowed a few sleds and had a blast! After the Murray party that evening, we went to Collin and Erik (Kearin’s kids) hockey game. Although they lost, they inspired me to take up hockey at some point in my life. I want to play a sport where I can wear pads and hit people as hard as I can- now I just have to learn to skate… The next morning I attended Sunday mass (the first time I’d been to church since doing the Buddhist meditation retreat)- I’d never had such a spiritual experience in a church before… That afternoon, I went fishing with Denis in his pond and caught 4 fish! They weren’t very big, but it was quite exciting for me- I’m definitely going fishing more often. Even if I don’t catch any fish, I really enjoy the patience in waiting and peacefulness of being outside. Before I went to Union station, Denis, Mary, Monica, and I went to cheesecake factory and indulged in four pieces of the biggest, richest, most delicious cheesecake I’ve ever had. Talk about a food coma afterwards… Then we took the streetcar around downtown, which crashed into a trashcan and a planter box. I’ve never seen a public transportation vehicle run into a non-moving object- apparently it has happened a lot in Denver recently. On the train, I met a man who had just attended a balance and alignment retreat in Berkeley, CA. The retreat focused on the awareness of posture and natural alignment- which he claims leads to a balanced life.


Tuesday, April 20, 2010

WHO AM I?

The infamous question- Who am I?
There are so many idfferent parts of me interacting with each other, manifesting themselves into my current self/being/life/actions/existence. However, the concreteness of my conceptions of "I" and "me" is not as concrete as I once thought. At the sub-atomic level, particles are popping in and out of existence trillions of times per second. At the emotional level, I am constantly changing- experiencing the rising and passing sensations of happiness, sadness, enthusiasm, or negativity. On the geolgic scale, massive tectonic plates and oceans are constantly shifting and changing the landscape. So why develop craving or aversion to something that may or may not exist the next moment? As all of these things are changing, I find myself asking the question- what defines ME in all of this? my physical body? my mind? a thing called the soul? ability to make action or philosophical insight? Or is it simply the awareness of existence and presence of being alive- letting all of the parts inside of me blend there flavors together and sprout themselves through my ever-changing, growing, dying body? And as all of the unavoidable worlds collides into me, I embrace it all, expereince it all, and then generate my own reaction. The awareness of freedom is a very liberating thing. The knowledge that I am in-charge of myself is a powerful responsibility. As a person, I have the ability to take action as well as responsibility for the results.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Grandparents

I have to comment on something I said earlier about comparing Floyd's activity to my own grandparent's. Although my grandparents do not have the physical abilities to maintain that level of activity, I see a similar type of enthusiasm for life in my grandparents that I saw in Floyd. Grandpa has always been an important presence in my life. Growing up only a few blocks from him, I got to spend much time working on puzzles, blowing bubbles, and most importantly observing and sharing his appreciation for life. I comment on his decreasing physical abilities, but hell, up until his body quit on him, he was a competitive swimmer at 80 and never missed his morning coffee on Piedmont Ave. My father's father lead a Ballroom dance class till he had to get a knee-replacement. And grandma, still engaged as ever, snipping and sharing articles with everyone. She still gets out of the house to play piano and attend group meetings. All my grandparents have taught me to live my life with the appreciation and enthusiasm they have. Thank you, grandparents. I felt it was necessary to clarify my previous mention of them.

Thoughts...

I realize that I have not addressed the reasoning behind this trip or what I hope to get out of it. I think I'm still exploring these things and aren't familiar enough with them to recognize and communicate them, but I am thinking about them. Anyways, my planned travel schedule is to go to El Paso tomorrow, then Albuquerque, Denver, Chicago, Memphis, New Orleans, Wilmington, New York City, and end up in Syracuse with my brother, Andy by May 15th. I hope I planned it well enough so that it all works out!

Tremendous Tucson




Tucson has been a blast!! I stayed with my cousin Jim Gregg, an absolutely awesome guy. A photographer for the Daily Star and budding photojournalist, Jim is finding a way to survive by doing the thing he is really passionate about- capturing the genuine stories behind the people in his community. Juggling teaching at University of Arizona, his assignments from work, and his personal photojournalism stories, Jim thoroughly impressed me with his commitment to creating meaningful work. I attended his class about "Ethics in Multi-Media", which explores the arising issues of what is acceptable in multi-media productions and his ability to express his ideas clearly made him an great teacher. He hooked me up with some of the best mexican food in Tucson and provided a great local perspective on the community. We shared our music tastes and he showed me the video from his exhibition boxing fight he fought in last fall- he's a beastly fighter, too. I shadowed him on a assignment about an original retro apartment building that was being historically recognized. Instead of simply snapping a photo or two of the architecture, he contacted residents and got a feel for the environment of the community in order to incorporate that into the photograph. He strongly identified with my desire to follow my heart and recognition of the constant struggle of surviving by doing what you love. Jim, thanks for putting me up for a few nights, I had a fantastic time!

This evening, I explored 4th street and met some of the extremely cautious shop owners. First, I stopped in at candle shop- the most extensive one I've ever seen. I met the clerk, Barbara, and told her of my travels. Her two kids are also 18, but sadly and partially disappointed, she said she didn't know where they were. I told her about my mom's love of candle and learned some helpful pointers to make the candles burn properly (Mom- I'll be sure to pass them on to you, maybe you won't have to do so much candle surgery...). Meeting Barbara reminded me of how thankful I am that I have great parents. I don't think I give them enough credit. I am thankful that they didn't let their personal issues get in the way of our relationship. I am thankful for all the love and compassion they shared with me, I know I'll never know how much energy and work it took/takes to provide the type of support and love they offer/ed. Walking on 4th, I met several homeless guys around my age who didn't seem to be drawing many positive reactions from the passer-byes. After talking with them, I found that they were just a little too far removed from reality to interact with others- including me. I am thankful that my parents provided me with a solid education and provided enough guidance for my development. I know I can't appreciate what you have done for me enough- Thank you, parents. As I left the shop, I bought a candle to take with me...



















As I walked back to the train station, I stopped to listen to a musician on the street. Catfish Keith was playing with a few of his friends- ukulele and kazoo. Because of the bad reputation of the homeless guys around town who bum around with backpacks like mine, he wouldn't let me play his instrument. He let me tell him some chords though and soon I was accompanying him on vocals- to the best of my ability. Thanks Catfish Keith, I had a great time jamming with you!

Thursday, April 15, 2010










More Thoughts

Here is some poetry that I jotted down on the train- excuse the roughness:

His face pressed eagerly to the glass.
Landscape flashes in the window.
He has no clue where he is going.
It all feels right.
A sincere smile reflecting.

And something I wrote in response to Robert Frost’s poem “Wild Grapes”:

How I love to be run off with by birches into space
Lose my hat and shoes
Clinging.
Shutting my eyes against the sun
Let fishing poles pull me out of this pond
I’m drowning in.
I didn’t get gills.
I’m still learning to breath where I’m swimming.

And then just some other rambles:

Lord I’m running,
I’m running fast from something.
I don’t know what it is
But I can feel skeleton fingers
Creepin’ up on me.
It’s been a long time running,
I’m ready to turn
And run right back into fear.
Can’t say I know what’ll happen-
But that’s just the thing.
Wrap up with a bear hug
Suck it up by the legs
Take myself to the ground.
Wrestle me with wrists or
Pin me with words, tears, shame.

Then some philosophical reflection (These are just some notes I took on my thoughts, I'll expand more later if I feel inspired to do so):

Things pass in and out of existence all the time- from the subatomic level to the emotions I experience. How am I to define myself if “I” am constantly changing from one moment to the next. I’ve certainly changed over my life- grown bigger, acted differently- but what connects to me to that person that existed before my current self (which is now different from that person)?

We are growing, cell-multiplying, changing, dying organisms.

I over-emphasize the concreteness of “I” and “Me” in my life. There is just existence and life- the arising and passing of everything- from the mood I feel to the very landscape we inhabit.

Already this trip has made me realize that interacting with others is an important part of living. Whether it is sharing my successes and failures or simply my experiences moment to moment.

I am that boy sitting and enjoying the sunshine.

Startin' Out

It may be the stories I’ve heard of my grandfather taking it or my childhood fascination with it, but there is something about a train that just says Old School to me. Trains are simply beautiful pieces of machinery. The sheer energy and force generated by the engine is mind-blowing. The masterful combination of low gears, massive torque, and sufficient friction form a powerful, practical, and useful mode of transportation. I can’t imagine the pull from the engine necessary to break the static friction (even with nearly frictionless wheels) of all the resting cars or pull them up a grade- truly incredible. I won’t go so far as to call my interest in trains an infatuation, but two model train sets reside in my room now. One, a smaller more modern model, and the other, a burly freight built before I was born. Maybe I’ll share them with my kids someday and hope they may express any appreciation. But for now, riding on this train instills in me a renewed sense of admiration and awe of a train’s simple beauty.

A benefit of traveling by train is the ability to communicate and interact with others. On a plane or bus, there is not really an opportunity to meet the other people you’re traveling with, besides maybe the person sitting next to you or another person waiting for the lavatory. But on the train, you can get up, walk around, ask questions to see if the people around you care to converse about the scenery. And if they don’t, no worries, just head on over to the observation car.
That is where I find myself today, where I had the pleasure of meeting Floyd Jensen. Floyd (and yes, even after a day I feel as if I know him well enough to call him by his first name) is an 82 year-old WWII veteran going to visit his grandkids. He joined the Navy at the age of 17, after his father refused to let his son work along side him at a shipyard and begged his mother to sign the enrollment form.

Although there are wars being fought over seas currently, I find that I am nearly unaffected by them in my daily life. Besides hearing news stories and, more recently, knowing friends who have chosen to enlist, I don’t feel as if my life would be much different if we were not at war. In contrast, during WWII, the infamous “war effort” consumed everyone’s attention and dictated everyone’s lifestyle. Gas, rubber, even the foil from cigarette packs were rationed and re-used in an effort to support the war. I’m not sure whether to feel fortunate or ignorant about my contribution (or lack thereof) to the current war effort...


After he left the service, Floyd worked as a cake decorator. He described this as his favorite job- constructing anything from single layer birthday cakes to his famous 5-tier wedding cakes (he specifically explained how he made churches out of frosting in which the bride and groom stood in at the top of the cake). Talk about taking pride in the quality of your work- he looked most satisfied when reflecting on this occupation. Small things bring out our appreciation of the simple pleasures, beauties, and satisfactions that are all around us. Then he moved on to working in excavating and grading, cement and concrete, then selling sand and soil. Winging it at first, he claimed, but got the hang of it after a while. At 55 he got MS and had to use a wheelchair. However, at the age of 60, his MS went into remission and he became quite the busy bee. He now owns some land in Round Mountain where he has refurbished his mobile home, built his own woodshop, and constructed a Western set-up (complete with bank, card house, saloon, store, and many other buildings).

This guy amazes me. Even at age 80, he is still building on his Western front set-up and has plans for continuing his mobile home makeover. Even with severe tremors, he is still capable or traveling by himself and continues to have the energy to start new projects. He is adamant about his gift shop where he sells his handcrafted carpentry projects and has plans to expand this summer. I don’t see the same type of drive or ability to be active in my own grandparents. I am thoroughly impressed and inspired by Floyd. He gave me his address and said to write to him with a picture of something he can carve or build for me- I will certainly do so.