Jiang Yu, China Foreign Ministry Spokeswoman is an Idiot

From the New York Times: 

. . . China’s Foreign Ministry spokeswoman, Jiang Yu, denounced both the self-immolations and the solidarity prayers for them during a regular press briefing in Beijing. “As we know, such splittist activity at the cost of human life is violence and terrorism in disguise,” she told reporters.

Having never been to China nor Tibet I still think she is an absolute idiot.  The whole world knows what China is doing to Tibet - systematic repression and destruction of a culture.  Jiang Yu is a liar and I'd clap her in prison for calling self immolation - 'splittist'.  Maybe we should do to her family what Chinese authorities are doing to Tibet and Tibetan families.

Violence and terrorism?  The US has much of a lock on this of course but justifies it for national security as do most countries.  But China?  Now there is a real scam artist - they may be destined to run the world for awhile as America fades from the scene but to deny that they perpetrate violence and terrorism is just plain stupid.  Is terror and violence perpetrated by the State allowable or preferable to non-State actors?

So China heads down the path of the United States - mass consumption, little regard for the common person, abuse of the environment and liars as leaders.

The winds of change will always be blowing across the planet and I hope I am alive to see China fall along with the US because of the evil that is perpetrated in the name of the State.

Aloha -

It's increasingly evident to me that I do not wish to continue to live in three separate places in a vagabond fashion. I rent a room in San Francisco that I like and the house is owned by a slumlord that does the minimum to keep it up. I hate that part of it, the dirtiness, unkemptness, dark and sad. The plus side is that I park in tohe garage and don't drive the whole week. Yet the place is not mine.

Tonight I drove to my family home on Seaview Ridge. Such a sense of homecoming and peace. Yet I walk in the door and the toilet has a slow leak for a long time o to the floor and the walls are wet from soaking up the (clean) water. So now I have a major reconstruction / remodel on my hands.

Other weekends I must sometimes spend in Sebastopol. So am at neither place I call my own. I really want One Place, a place of ones own as Virginia Wolf wrote.

To to reconcile this separate and disparate state of affairs? Buy a place in San Francisco? Yet my application to Tripler Army Hospital is still extant. My application to the CDC's polio eradication program is going in next week and those are three to four month contracts. I work Monday with the VA's human resources to consider a TDY assignment with the ultimate goal of joining the epidemiology intelligence service - the 'disease hunters'.

David

For now though I am faced with more mundane matters!

Strolling in Rain

Strolling in rain
Misting favourite cashmere dusky red
White Labrador dappled by rain and love
Warm snuffling nose greets inquiry

All's right in my little world in
This precious instant fleeting away
As we pad our way
Through our lives.

David McCullough

Aloha - please read the New York Times article below this blog post for reference! 

Tyler Hicks is one of my favorite and one of the best fotogs out there now known for his incredible images. Somalia is one of the most dangerous places on the planet now. Most, if not all agencies have pulled out now. While stories like these remain the most frustrating to me simply because I can do nothing . . . I also recoil in disgust at our own ritualized response of 'horror' or 'those poor people' while we sit in our comfortable stuffed lives. 

I have no ultimate answer. All I can suggest to any of us is that we do NOT refuse to look at this or other fotos. That we learn to plunge our intellect into the horror and sadness this represents so just maybe, somehow, someday, we can know more and spread the learning to make even a small change. 

Somalia is a failed state in every sense. Somalian warlords tear the country apart for personal and clan gain. The US is doing little to assist, mainly involved in trying to fight 'terrorism' instead of the terror represented by this image.  If it was us, our child or family what would you do? Let's start by spending some time on it. That's all.  There are good people doing great work there at terrible risk. They deserve help and recognition as do the Somalis. 

I woke up early, scanning the New York Times as per my usual and saw this story. Obviously I felt very compelled to share it - part of my own selfish need to expiate my own guilt at the part I play on the world stage.  Not meaning to preach but to learn and increase knowledge and awareness.

Thanks,

David

Famine in Somalia and Tyler Hicks article

A malnourished child at Banadir Hospital in Mogadishu, Somalia. More than 500,000 Somali children are verging on starvation.

Photo by Tyler Hicks

The Faces of Famine
By Tyler Hicks

Famine is sweeping across southern Somalia and sending a stream of desperate people into Mogadishu. Tens of thousands of children are said to be dying there, and there's not enough help to meet the demand for food and medical care. The Shabab, the Islamic militant group with ties to Al-Qaeda, has made delivery of aid to remote areas, and even to the capital Mogadishu, not only difficult but also unreasonably slow, further reinforcing the crisis.

I was recently on assignment to photograph the crisis in Mogadishu. Just a few miles from where our plane landed I was taken to a refugee camp where hundreds of new arrivals, those who walked there with their belongings – and children – on their backs, waited for help and a place to settle. The sight of foreigners, and their hope that help had arrived, created a steady appeal for help. A bundle under a woman's arm revealed an emaciated child, then another in the same state carried by someone else. I motioned to my camera in an attempt to show I was with the news media and couldn't help them with what they needed: food, clean water, medicine, mosquito nets, shelter.

The worst cases were at the crowded hospital. That's where I found the hardest hit, mostly children, some unable to walk or even sit up, others vomiting and all suffering from dysentery. In the hallway every available surface was used for another sick child. I've seen bad conditions in hospitals, but this was one of the worst. Swarms of flies infested the mouths and eyes of children too weak to move. Their parents spent the day swatting the flies away from them and doing whatever else they could to keep them alive. I photographed a father carrying his lifeless daughter, wrapped in cloth, out of the hospital for burial.

Mogadishu is unsafe for foreigners, and journalists rely on local fixers and security to help do our job. Time on the street is very limited, and you're never left in one place for long before moving. This means you're forced to work quickly, even inside the hospital. I found this frustrating, but I reminded myself to trust our guides and allow them to make those decisions.

In early August, The New York Times ran a front-page photograph of a child who was reduced to the frail framework of a starved body. The image showed the child in a fetal position, arms wrapped around the head, almost in a protective gesture. I could see that this image, however disturbing to view, would give proof of how desperate the situation had become.

I enthusiastically support the image chosen for Page 1. The public reaction was overwhelmingly positive, and a reminder of the impact The Times can generate – not only among our readers, but also among other news media organizations and humanitarian aid groups. This is an example of the raw, unfiltered definition of news photography. It doesn't happen every day, and it might not come your way in the course of a year. But sometimes you land on a story, a cause, something that has meaning to you, and the resulting photographs have an impact. They are seen and spur reaction. In a digital age, that's when you're reminded of the impact that a still, motionless photograph can have.

Aloha and finished a long working day in the ER today.  Weighing my decision to apply to Tripler Army Hospital in Honolulu and still finding it the very right thing to do.  I continue to struggle with loving the job I have but hating the cold, grey, foggy, rainy windy toothsome pummeling from the San Francisco weather (better but only in the last two days).  Living in a better place would greatly improve my outlook but moving may entail a longer lease then only to have Hawaii come to fruition.

Love my job and people here.  Love the ranch and people there.  Hate the weather here in the City and the unfriendliness.

So I ponder and wonder.  No hurry to decide as fate and time assist also.

David 

Aloha and our third day back.  Worked a 3:30-1 am shift last night so I am really very tired right now.  Writing this entry from my family ranch on the 'Ridge'.  Back to work Monday to Friday after tomorrow  Another positive thing about Tripler Army Hospital in Honolulu . . . they have 12 hour shifts so you only work seven days out of 14 days!  Yeah baby, I like, I like.

Caught up with John and Peni Gibbs in Kaneohe and it was so wonderful to see them.  While I have many friends here in Californial, I realized this trip that I have many more friends in Hawai'i that I just don't see enough of - more then I do here.

At any rate it is late - interview at Tripler went so well, my hopes are up and time will tell. More on Hawaii later!

D

Lanikai Beach with Jack Attack Dog entering from Left.  I spent many happy hours near this beach in the 90's.  Had relatives who owned a house in Lanikai from the 1930's on.  Not sure when they left - out of touch with them now.  Welden McCullough use to manage a Bank - Bank of Hawaii? and whose family was held hostage at some point.  He was a half brother to my Dad I think.

Aloha and I have been back in Hawai'i for a week now on Kauai and fly to Oahu tomorrow night for about four days. The one thing that is crystal clear to me and is completely resolved in my head is that I am not going to stay in California. I want to return to Hawai'i and in fact did interview for a position on Kauai - informally - but I did talk with some people. I interview at Tripler Army Hospital on this coming Tuesday. I love my job, love the crew I work with at the San Francisco VA but even they know of my love for the Pacific. I feel at home here, relaxed and a feeling of belonging. While it is not my home I know I can make it my home. So many changes.

 The one year anniversary of my mother's death is tomorrow. I plan on renting a longboard and paddling out to the middle of Hanalei Bay with a lei, say a few words in her memory. Something like this: Aloha Kakau, Bula Vinaka mom. I am here to remember your loving spirit and pay homage to the sacrifices and struggles that you endured in your life. To remember the sense of enthusiasm and fun you carried with you almost everywhere you went. I remember the night we spent on the fresh lava beds of Kiluea Volcano on the Big Island of Hawai'i, how late it was and how tired we all were . . . yet you shouldered the burden so well and carried on without complaining. We both knew we had been present at creation and I know how moved you were and excited you were.

Mom - I know we had our differences, disagreements and harsh words. Yet we forgave each other and in the end all was forgiven as you lay dying so well. I felt so sad and I am now moving on, letting that sadness go free and moving on with my life in so many positive ways. I do want to say I am sorry if I failed you in the end with the pain and suffering that you endured - we did our best mom but remain haunted by the possibility that I could have done better or improved in my care of you somehow. I think of that often and it is my greatest wish that you did not suffer. This may be a reflection of my career as an ER nurse and my own deeply personal convictions - but in the same breath I know that to live is to suffer and that it goes hand in hand with joy and life. I apologize if I failed you in any way or if I hurt you.

May the spirit and love that led you to love Hawaii and Fiji and their people bless and honor you my mother. I thank you for giving me life, teaching me how to be a good person and contribute to the world and its people. I thank you also for teaching me how Not to be at times by the virtue of your own attempts and failings at living a good life. May your spirit find comfort and peace, may you exalt in the end of your suffering and in your accomplishments in your brief sojourn on this planet. We will always love you and our father. I will always try to live a good life, to contribute, to do good, to lessen suffering, to teach and learn, to consume less and want less. You and father taught me these things - I do not know how but it is who I am and I know that you were proud of me and worked hard to let me know that. My heart enfolds your spirit my mother, may you be happy and satisfied where ever your spirit is, may you find peace and reward. I miss your presence and I send you my heartfelt love. David

Aloha from Dwayne's Burgers in Anahola, Kauai. Da Kine best burger on da island brah. Says so on the door yeah? I'll get a foto. Good to be 'home'. Still tired.

Kawika

Aloha and on the way to Kauai or as it was known c T'auai and with it's own unique dialect that may be lost as so many indigenous languages have throughout time. The last time I went 'home' I broke down and just wept in Honolulu. Just to feel that I was home at last even though the islands will never be home for anyone who is not Hawaiian - alluding to the fact that we have stolen the land from them while many live in poor conditions but full of pride and power. I am just a guest, a tourist. Still, I was welcomed and those with an open heart and a learning mind do better than many.

So I settle in for my flight with my New York Times, coffee, iPhone, laptop, all the modern accoutrements!

Aloha

Rain, gently falling
bamboo whispers,
granite glistens.

Rain drops.
Earth recieves.
intimations of morality echoing,
surround me.

raindrops drench
upturned face . . . eyes . . . lips
full of grace

grey clouds beckon,
hearts home,
while spirit roams.

fuschia dawn opens
jade mountain
azure sea.


I wrote this in 2000 while in San Francisco after being wrenched out of the islands by my fathers death.

Aloha and Bula - I am looking forward to our upcoming trip to Kauai and then Oahu from August 14-25.  I have not been back for a few years now and I find my heart yearning for the people and places dear to my heart.   I don't know many people on Kauai and the last time I was there was over 15 years ago when I was working for Healthy Families Hawai'i (aka Healthy Start).  Beautiful place, wonderful people and feels like home in some ways. 

I just bought some leis from Cindi's Lei's in Honolulu and they are shipping them over for a Friday arrival.  Great Service and wonderful people.  I highly recommend them to anyone.

I have read a lot of books this last week.  The Help is a great book and I hear is being released in the movie theaters tonight.  I am now reading The Magician King by Lev Grossman and I read the first book of this series or trilogy - whatever it may be.  Freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner is next.  All this in combination with my daily New York Times, The Atlantic Monthly, Harpers  and Cooks Illustrated.  Just a few of my favorite things that I love to read.  

I'll post fotos as I move through Hawai'i.  On Oahu it will be a wonderful reunion.  I will be interviewing (I hope) at Tripler and other local hospitals.  Enough for now, long day at work but much is accomplished.

Aloha,

Kawika

Returning to San Francisco after another week in Coos Bay cleaning our mother's house. Almost done with a lifetime of memories. It's as though my brother and I have take. A trip to the past fueled by coffee, tears, good beer and friends. It's our own past we are dissecting too. While we have had fun and become closer we are both grateful to return to our families and to jobs we love.

We miss our mom but know she would be proud of us and the job we have done. Still, I'd rather have her alive. We are taking off now so I'll close. I am glad my brother and I are together - it's been so fun and easier together.

Aloha.

Making an Imu or Lovo (Underground Oven)

Aloha - for our July 1-5 family reunion I am making an underground oven. In Hawai'i it is called an Imu and in Fiji it is called a lovo. We cook a pig and root crops traditionally but you can cook anything this way obviously. I'll put a few chickens in the ground also.

So I am excited to be able to share this tradition with anyone but even more with family. Many of them I do not know well but for America this is often the case. Pictures and music will accompany the Imu I hope and will post them here.

David

Changes are Afoot

Aloha and too long without an entry but as is so often the case I feel that I lack anything of importance to impart - often not true at all when thought about and written with some dedication and craft.

I have applied again to the Peace Corps but with my fiance. Hard to believe but there the facts are. It is taking me some work to get used to all this.

I have also inquired about transferring to the Tripler Army Medical Center Emergency Room as a VA nurse. We go to Kauai in August 2011 and after that will be on Oahu to see friends and interview.

Who knows what will come of all this but possibilities abound.

Debt is disappearing with much work and help. Once we sell my mother's house and close here estate we will be free to leave. Free at last, no debt, no ties, no worries about much that was an issue in the past.

Enough, sleep beckons.

One's outlook is significantly altered when the end of one's life is in view or closer. I speak not of my immediate end but that philosophical contemplation of the end of one's life. Prompted in part by the death of my father in 1999 and my mother in August 2010. Being an orphan is not exactly correct as one dictionary defines it as: a child whose parents are dead. I am not a child. But when parents die one feels as if they are a child in some ways, once again. I remain unsure as to my point at this moment, tired after a day working in the emergency room. But I do know that I miss my mother and father. Life consist of great longing and yet of fulfillment too. It would have been my mother's birthday this last April 9. I miss her.

I'll not be alone tonight.
You'll be in my conscious thinking dreams
as I lay awake and pondering what it could mean to love you.

It is no idle threat of mine,
this possible love carried to you
in a bucket brimming with possibilities
spilling over with ideas of what it could mean to love you

You will be wondering now who the hell is this man?
who does he think he knows
about what it could mean to love me?

It lies in a realm of choices made and unmade,
each decision a rent and tear in quantum fabric of bubbling space,
ricocheting down the corridors of time and doors
each opening to a differing idea of what it might mean to love you.

What I really want
is for you to think about . . .
what it may mean for you to love me.
I know I could love you - selfish man that I am.

So open that door into your heart and open that heart to me.
Change the nature of our reality
where love just is
as it is wont to be.

Updates

Aloha - I am living almost full time in San Francisco now in the Outer Richmond on 43rd Avenue right near the San Francisco VA Hospital, also known as Fort Miley. I can park my car at the VA and then just walk to work and home in about five minutes.

That has always been a goal that I have been able to fulfill - to not commute and risk my life on the freeway on a daily basis. It is a great thing to not pollute so much and live with a sense of place and neighborhood. This said, it still is not my favorite place but it will do as these things go. I have my coffee shop, 'my' local movie theater and best of all my brother and family lives in the city. This has been a gift.

So I turned a half century last year. My mother died and I became an orphan. That is strange, bringing new meaning, an additional layer of complexity to a multilayered life of the same. My search for meaning continues, realizing that the search will never end and the lingering sense of disatisfaction is what drives me and enriches existence. All selfish things but there you are.

I won't be an RN at the VA forever. Nor in the ER. There is so much to do, places to be and people to be with. Still a journey, unending, cautious, free, unknowable and precious beyond knowing and believing at times.

I am blessed and lucky. I know how fast it can and will change.

David

Paying off Debt

Philosophically against debt I nonetheless have too much debt. So it is a welcome feeling to have paid off over $1500 of credit card debt in one month. In part due to a healthy Federal and State tax refund. Paid off some credit card debt, dental and other bills and a good amount into savings - over $1500 to build up the up till now mostly nonexistent cash reserve. In addition I am saving over $1300 a month into my Federal Retirement through the VA and they match that with five percent.

All quotidian details of my life but meaningful to me and an indication that I am somewhat more financially responsible then the past. My debts pale in comparison to others but for me it is a stone cold yoke of lead around my neck. That is it for now, too late and tired for more but wanting to write more . . . as always.

Growing up in Germany, 1967

 

Windy night in San Francisco so beautiful in it's power the ionic energy … almost like I can feel and visualize the charged ions whipping about and caressing. I like the feeling of an oncoming storm, the whispered promises it holds and contemplating my futures, wondering what will be and not.

I'm reading Steve Martin's book, Object of Beauty. His writing touches my heart, resonates. Echoes blithely around in my chest saying this is you, it could be or it was or you want this or what? Like some heretofore hidden desire suddenly lies exposed to you like a vein of gold or a rock in the sea your sailboat is headed straight for. Danger filled with love, fear co-mingled with delight and passion and in an instant this is a certainty…that you know, at last, that life is revealed to you, that this is what it is about and now finally at last, yes this is really really it.

Search for this, revel in it, don't let go.

Thanks for reading.

Taking Apart our Mother's Life

Aloha - my brother (Paul) and I are in Coos Bay, Oregon this week. I am writing while in Sozo's Coffee Shop which is one of the very best coffee shops I have ever been in around the globe. Absolutely great food, good service, chic but homey and the barista's are excellent. I recommend enjoying yourself here if for some crazy reason you are passing through.

Our mum died August 21, 2010 - just a bit more than five months ago now. This is our first time back to her house since her death. We are beginning to take apart her life, cleaning out her memories, incorporating them into our own memories and re-remembering things we may have forgotten.

It is like taking this big chunk of data apart and the little bits of flotsam and jetsam that make up our lives drifts back into the data sphere. Some things to the dump and then to the landfill, some to Goodwill - the re-purposing of data, the bytes that make up our lives. We spend our whole life collecting this data, identifying with and making it 'us'. As our lives end, if we are lucky we get to shed this data stuff ourselves, to choose what we relieve ourselves of till death takes us. Then, entropy. Data dissolution speeds up and soon all that is left is memories held in others minds and the solid bytes of data are scattered to the winds.

For my mother one of the most tangible things are her paintings and stories. The stories are less solid in some way. It was difficult to throw away twenty copies of some of her stories into the recycle bin at the dump. We simply cannot keep that much data, that much physical manifestation of my mothers soul, of her life. We have her computer and I hope that much of it is on her hard drive. I rescued copies of her smaller stories but will I read them again? Will anyone? Does it matter?

But the paintings . . . they remain. Some will perish but others . . . and I hope the good ones will populate the landscape of the world for some time. I hope that I will run into some of them at some distant point in the future and remember my mother. We have the ones we want, a few of them good and many of them not very good at all. But they are her and we are all not so good at some things in our lives.

The sheer volume of 'stuff' is really amazing. We dig and dig and dig again. Layers of data of a life of 78 years and we still mourn and miss our mother.

Legion of Honor, San Francisco.

Legion of Honor

At the exhibition of Japanese Wood block prints at the Legion of Honor in San Francisco. Hundreds of them and oh so beautiful. Makes me remember the Jone Gibbs collection in Kaneohe, Hawai'i!