Posts Tagged ‘Reflection’

Travelogue: Arlington National Cemetary

Friday, May 21st, 2010

If you asked me to list my top three experiences from my recent trip to DC (not including friends), I would say Capitol Hill, Ray’s Hellburger, and Arlington National Cemetary. I’ll try to write about all three at some point, but for now, let’s just start with one.

 


 

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Arlington National Cemetery. One of two national cemeteries administered by the Army. 6,700 funerals a year. 300,000 bodies of service(wo)men and their spouses and their families. Row after row after row after row of tombstones. These are the remains of those who gave their lives to establish and protect our country, our freedoms, our way of life. (And yes, I understand that many died in wars that were fought for reasons far less idealistic.) In a way far more visceral than the grandeur of the World War II memorial, the haunting visages of the Korean, and the understated sea of names etched upon the Vietnam, these tombstones proclaimed, “Here lies sacrifice. Live life. Honor it.”

 

I’m not sure why, but within 15 seconds, my mind whirred to the Cross. It too marks a death. A death that saved me from a fate far worse than “taxation without representation.” How much greater is the sacrifice? How much more should my life be changed?

 


 

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A most unexpected find was the Women’s Memorial, which should actually be renamed to the Women’s Memorial Museum. On one interior wall is a series of exhibits documenting the history of women in the armed forces (both officially and unofficially). On the other wall…oh man, on the other wall, is a series of (decently) matched photographs and personal stories of present-day service members / veterans. The stories provide a glimpse into their lives. Their eyes, a glimpse into their souls.

 

(Left to Right)
Sgt. First Class Kim Dionne, US Army Reserve
Col. Jenny Holbert, US Marine Corp, Retired
Sgt. Mikeishia Kennedy, Virginia Army National Guard

 


 

"Here rests in honored glory an American Soldier known but to God."

 

Usually I see the pomp and ceremony of a “changing of the guards” reserved for a country’s royalty or high officials. Instead, at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, this honor is bestowed (fittingly) upon those who died: unknown, unidentified, but unforgotten.

RSS is ruining my life

Monday, March 22nd, 2010

As you may have noticed, about half the posts on this site are of the “linkdump” variety, where I aggregate all of the cool things that I’ve stumbled upon on the web throughout the past week or two into one massively long, link-filled post. There is a very logical explanation for this. Since the start of the year, I’ve been using an RSS reader. Every day, it magically aggregates all the new stories and video clips and articles from the websites I subscribe to into one, easy to browse location. It’s great. I’ve read and watched and heard about things I never knew about, much less knew could be interesting. Unfortunately, I spend too much time reading and curating to write about much else.

 

I browse subscribe to far more websites than I really can handle. I currently have over 200 subscriptions on my feed and receive more than 500 articles a day. For a while, I made a valiant attempt to read everything in my subscription inbox every day. Come home from work, turn on the computer, read the news, eat dinner, read the news while eating dinner, do dishes, read more news. Easily 2 to 3 hours every evening. In the meantime, the rest of my life began to fray. Things like cleaning. Socializing. Working. Praying. Hygiene (-ing?). (OMG, just kidding!). Sure, I was entertained and informed and distracted by shiny objects, but it was having a pretty deleterious effect on what some might call “real life”.

 

I was drowning in information. Literally. And in my attempt to stay afloat, to stay ahead of the torrent that was crashing down atop my head, there were disconcerting changes in the nature of my efforts. There was less reading. More skimming. More blatant disregard for opinions that “weren’t worth my time”. Nuance was lost. Context disregarded. Primary sources ignored. Arguments dis/agreed with, not analyzed. TL:DR. I could feel the echo chamber starting to ring, despite the fact that I subscribed to blogs with a wide-ish range of perspectives.

 

Thankfully, one week I went to a conference, my inbox exploded, and I never managed to catch back up. I actively follow about 4 (non-friend) websites now, about the same number as before I started using an RSS reader. Every so often, I’ll work my way through the archives of one or two websites, but I no longer try to read everything all the time. It was unsettling at first, seeing the unread article count climb ever higher. But then it crossed 999+. And it has remained frozen there ever since: a reminder of the breadth and depth of human creativity, knowledge, and experience; a monument to the folly of trying to handle it all at once; and guidepost for when I decide to explore its wonders again.

 


 

Relevant readings:

Midweek Plug: On Race, Privilege, and Medicine

Friday, February 26th, 2010

One of my favorite blogs to read is guhster’s “On Race, Privilege, and Medicine“, and not merely because she’s a great friend of mine. Jess has a way of noticing all the little prejudiced insensitivities that permeate our society and our lives. Most of us brush such things off as “not a big deal”, but Jess tends to grab the reader by the collar and force them to admit that they are. She manages to avoid the peril of hypocrisy by being unflinchingly honest, especially with herself.

 

Her self-honesty is perhaps most evident in her writings on identity. A deep plunge into the core of one’s being is always scary prospect. Who knows what ugliness (or grace) might be found? Who knows what hurts have been buried out of sight and what joys have gone underappreciated? (Luckily,) she shows a good bit more courage than I do, and invites us to take a look with her.

 

Strangely enough, even though her blog rarely touches on religion (and she is, in fact, areligious herself), whenever I read it, I can’t help but reflect on my own beliefs. Perhaps trudging through the failings of (im)polite society reminds me that I am to be salty. That I am to bring light. And picking through the pieces of my life makes me ever more thankful that my identity ultimately lies in the fact that I am Christ’s.

 

Her insights and writings are well worth the read. (Even if they don’t inspire you to religion.)

 

Ashes to ashes, bytes to bytes

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

 

One of the unexpected pleasures of going home for Christmas was going through my dad’s boxes boxes upon boxes of old files. There was almost nothing of sentimental value, just portfolios for projects long past. Still, it was fascinating to scan through the reams of paper. Scraps of handwritten notes, names of coworkers that I barely recognized, the places where my father went for business. The barest of glimpses into the life my father had outside of the home.

 

I saved a folio for myself, a momento of the work my father poured his life into, but which I never really understood. The rest of the files are marked to be shredded; after all, what purpose do they now serve? If I really want to be reminded of my father’s legacy, I need merely look in the mirror.

 


 

Changing gears a bit, digging through my father’s boxes made me a little bit sad about the transition to the digital age. My father had saved hundreds (thousands?) of work files. Mostly computer printouts, but they were at least physical and tactile and you could skim through the odd page or three. Me? I will leave behind hundreds (thousands?) of gigabytes of data, which frankly, makes for a much less enjoyable sorting experience.

 

I would also be sorely remiss to not mention that my father’s legacy includes (and perhaps more importantly, includes) the rest of my immediate family and his family and friends. It just makes for terribly clunky writing that I am not quite good enough to de-clunkify.

 

What I’m reading ed. 100116

Saturday, January 16th, 2010

Way too much happens over the course of two weeks. It took me 2 hrs just to take all the links and clippings and format them >.< . But for now, here’s the news. Again, highlights are in red.

 


 

Haiti

  • Estimated death toll: 50,000 + rising. To put this into perspective, the 2004 tragic tsunami killed ~250,000 people in Indonesia (pop 240M), or about 1 in 1,000. Haiti has a population of 10M, meaning the earthquake killed about 1 in 200 (and possibly up to 1 in 50 (!))
  • Updates from TheLede (NYT): Day 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
  • Advice on giving (from various development blogs): 1, 2, 3, 4
  • Photos from Haiti

 

(more…)

The not quite New Year’s post

Saturday, January 9th, 2010

New Year’s Eve/Day is a funny thing. While I’ll gladly take any excuse to take a day off and party, it strikes me as slightly amusing that we’re essentially celebrating an arbitrary marker of the fact that we’ve managed to make it one more year without destroying human civilization. Hmm…I wonder how many people are celebrating the events of the past year, and how many people are celebrating the hope of having a fresh start.

 

At any rate, now that it’s 9 days after 2009, (um…just…like…I…planned?) here’s a quick look back on 2009 and a quick look forward to 2010.

 

9 things I will remember about 2009

  • Death
  • Grace
  • Obama
  • Weddings
  • Economic collapse
  • Iran
  • Healthcare
  • Political dysfunction
  • Michael Jackson

 

0 things that I will look forward to in 2010

 

And that’s a wrap!

 


 

Some more professional looks at the past year

  • Time’s photographs of the year
  • The decade for the world (NYT)
  • 2009 in one wordle (NPR)
  • And, NYT’s awesome decade recap.

New Year’s Perspective

Friday, January 1st, 2010

A real 2009 wrap up post will come shortly (I hope), but there’s nothing like spending a New Year’s Eve dinner with my parents’ friends to put a little perspective on my life.

 

I’m looking at the prospect of graduating into the tail end of the worst US recession in 26 years.

 

They narrowly missed out on being a part of the Cultural Revolution.

 

Yeah, I’ll take Door A please.

 

And…on that note…Happy New Year’s everybody!

 

Merry Christmas

Friday, December 25th, 2009

6 Who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,

 

7 but made himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.

 

8 And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
and became obedient to death—
even death on a cross!

 

9 Therefore God exalted him to the highest place
and gave him the name that is above every name,

 

10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,

 

11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father.

 

~Philippians 2:6-11

 


 

Mindblowing. Always. Amen.

 

Laying Roots

Saturday, December 19th, 2009

Community is a big buzzword nowadays. Organizations seek to develop it, and people seek to be part of one. Technology gives us more ways to connect than ever, but yet, for many of us, we still feel isolated.

 

Much has been written about this phenomenon already, but there is one facet of “isolation” that doesn’t get mentioned too often. I myself didn’t notice until I was talking with some churchmates about community building. I realized that while I find plenty of community amongst my classmates and within my church, I don’t feel particularly in touch with the city that I live in.

 

Don’t get me wrong, Chicago’s a great city, and midwesterners are plenty friendly. There are loads of fun things to do, lots of great restaurants, and I haven’t been yelled at by (too many) passersby on the street. On the other hand, even after living here for a few years, I know only a handful of my neighbors, and none outside of my apartment building. I don’t know where the local, non-transients gather. And I wouldn’t be able to tell you what the day-to-day political and social concerns of my neighborhood are. (Yes, I know we lean liberal)

 

Part of it is due to my choice of lifestyle. I don’t shop. I don’t drink coffee. If I eat out, it’s at a different place every time. In fact, the only establishments I frequent on a regular basis are my church (which is filled with fellow transients) and the big chain grocery store. If I stopped going to the grocery store, I’m pretty sure that my presence would not be missed.

 

Another factor is my approach to building relationships. I tend to build my connections through people and groups and activities instead of through location and proximity. They might not sound all that different, after all, activities are required to take place at an actual location (ie. basketball must be played at a basketball court), but in my experience, the friends I’ve made through common interest tend to be just as unrooted in the local community as I am.

 

The finally, fear. Fear of breaking through the walls of social politeness. Fear of connecting with someone who I might share very little in common with. It’s easy to build connections with my classmates because we’re similar, and it’s acceptable, if not expected. Getting beyond small talk with the local ultimate frisbee crew feels (though probably isn’t) a little dicier.

 

Is this even a problem? For me personally? Not at the moment. I’m lucky enough to be a student AND a Christian, two groups which tend to have ready-made communities to plug oneself into. But I have the sense that a lot of my peers aren’t quite so lucky. Maybe their interest doesn’t lend itself so readily to group settings. Maybe there’s no suitable group nearby. It’s _really_ easy to while away time watching TV or surfing the internet (or writing blog posts….) and feel like you’re being stimulated and connecting with people. I don’t want to imply that online relationships are somehow inferior to offline ones, but there’s an aspect of physical proximity that can’t be replicated in an online environment.

 

So, what’s to be done? I’ve alluded to a few ways above, but what else is there? I suppose it might happen naturally if/once I own a place, settle down, get married, and have kids, but that’s a) a big if and b) doesn’t really help me right now.

 

For those of you who have a bit more local pride than I do, what do you think led to its development? Any suggestions for how to build those connections?

Political Disclosure

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

Well, before I start up with what will probably be a steady-ish stream economic/social/political/culture/fun links, I suppose I be transparent about the perspectives that I currently carry within me (subject to change), since they will undoubtedly influence what I post. (ed. These sound like really bad fortune cookie notes.)

 

  • First and foremost, I am a follower of Christ.
  • I am Chinese-American. More American than Chinese, though hopefully it will even out over time (unlikely.)
  • I believe in the power of reason and strength of the irrational.
  • I am idealistic regarding people (sing.) and cynical regarding populations, structures, and corporations.
  • I am solution agnostic.
  • The free market does not always know best. Nor does the government. Nor do the people.
  • Nothing is as simple as it appears.
  • The best is often the worst enemy of the better.
  • Goals should be ideal, implementation pragmatic, and expectations realistic.
  • Just because the ideal is unattainable doesn’t mean that the attempt shouldn’t be made.
  • Just because something is worthwhile doesn’t mean that the cost should be paid.
  • Equal opportunity leads to unequal outcomes leads to unequal opportunity.
  • Both/and, not either/or. The trick lies in the balance.
  • I am neither liberal nor conservative nor independent.
  • I strive to seek truth. I wish to act boldly. I hope to live humbly. I struggle to be spirit led.
  • I know little. I am learning.
  • I am a work in progress
  • I am a sinner.
  • I am saved (by grace)

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. … And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” ~Revelations 21:1-4