Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
A View from overseas...
I found this article to be of interest and valid. The chance to see ourselves as others see us is a great reason to be here.
They say you should travel at some point in your life. It broadens horizons. This is true. You can learn another language. True. You come to understand your own cultural background better. True again. But know what the most valuable thing for me is? Being on the receiving end of prejudice. I think the usefulness of being a member of a minority is too often ignored. You’re never quite able to guess what those around you might be saying in private, no matter how they act in your presence. You come to see the extent of the ignorance, the effect of assumptions made before you’ve even opened your mouth. You, moreover, experience the stark reality of being “other”. You are not one of us. You do not fit in, you never will. A depressing notion? One you’ve considered before? It was something I’d thought of but never truly felt before coming here. Now I’m convinced it’s going to be one of the most important things I’ll take with me when I leave. Why? Empathy. This is defined quite simply as “understanding and entering into another’s feelings”. Think about how people grow up and the views they inherit. Most members of majorities are not particularly well endowed with feelings of empathy. They either invest little time in understanding what minorities in their countries have to endure or find themselves unable to do so. Like it or not, many find a bridge between themselves and people of a different background or race. Empathy is necessary because we all hold assumptions about others. Even the word itself has dangerous connotations. Others. Whether Taiwanese, African, Western - or whatever - remember some of the things you may have said about others or heard said about you. “Taiwanese have no imagination!” “My god, Westerners love to drink! Arid they’re so loud!” “Jeez, don’t Asians have a lame sense of humour?” “All foreigners have one night stands...” When many Westemers come to this country they are utterly unprepared for what awaits them. Most have rarely left their own cultures and soon find that they had been one hundred percent encased by it. Perhaps there were variations marked by spells of travel to other Western nations, but they were variations on a single mono-cultural theme. Many have always been “normal”, easily able to find acceptance in society.
Here, when you sit on the MRT there’s not a single other person like you and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what thoughts are passing through the minds of those around you. Maybe you can hear Japanese somewhere behind you, nearly as incomprehensible to modern Taiwanese as it is to you, but before that person opens their mouth they remain able to disappear in the crowd. Most of the readership of this magazine will understand this and, like me, find it difficult and at times annoying or depressing. However, consider an alternative perspective. Once you’ve been a member of a minority it’s a little easier to transpose yourself into the shoes of the immigrants arriving in your home country. The same utter foreignness and difficulties with the language. The same ignorance, often with a good dash of racist hostility. I’m not saying it’s really possible to imagine the plight of a Chinese or African immigrant to the West. Their struggle always was and will be manifestly greater than people like myself will ever experience. Not only migration, but often poverty and having to begin from a much lower position in the new society. People like myself find themselves on the positive side of prejudice in Taiwan. I hope, though, at least those like me who came here with literally nothing and knowing no one are able to better empathise with the loneliness and struggle of building a entirely new life from the bottom up. Migration is a trend that is universally on the increase. Especially as the 21st century gets more fully into its stride and the scales of global power and wealth tip in favour of the East, we may come to see the next generations of Westerners moving eastward on a more permanent basis than is now the case. Most Western foreigners now only move east in search of a way to quickly save money before returning home or a chance to open their eyes more fully to the world around them. It is a luxury that we are not forced to look abroad for the best means to secure the futures of our children. However, might our children or children’s children be forced to do this to secure ours? Being a member of a minority is entirely contextual, anyone on earth can join this group by simply moving abroad. Those who do can more easily reflect on the difficulties of peoples anywhere who find themselves unfairly judged or treated. It’s worth spending some portion of the time spent in this country to reflect and attempt to develop empathy for the struggles of minorities worldwide. It’s time well spent.
They say you should travel at some point in your life. It broadens horizons. This is true. You can learn another language. True. You come to understand your own cultural background better. True again. But know what the most valuable thing for me is? Being on the receiving end of prejudice. I think the usefulness of being a member of a minority is too often ignored. You’re never quite able to guess what those around you might be saying in private, no matter how they act in your presence. You come to see the extent of the ignorance, the effect of assumptions made before you’ve even opened your mouth. You, moreover, experience the stark reality of being “other”. You are not one of us. You do not fit in, you never will. A depressing notion? One you’ve considered before? It was something I’d thought of but never truly felt before coming here. Now I’m convinced it’s going to be one of the most important things I’ll take with me when I leave. Why? Empathy. This is defined quite simply as “understanding and entering into another’s feelings”. Think about how people grow up and the views they inherit. Most members of majorities are not particularly well endowed with feelings of empathy. They either invest little time in understanding what minorities in their countries have to endure or find themselves unable to do so. Like it or not, many find a bridge between themselves and people of a different background or race. Empathy is necessary because we all hold assumptions about others. Even the word itself has dangerous connotations. Others. Whether Taiwanese, African, Western - or whatever - remember some of the things you may have said about others or heard said about you. “Taiwanese have no imagination!” “My god, Westerners love to drink! Arid they’re so loud!” “Jeez, don’t Asians have a lame sense of humour?” “All foreigners have one night stands...” When many Westemers come to this country they are utterly unprepared for what awaits them. Most have rarely left their own cultures and soon find that they had been one hundred percent encased by it. Perhaps there were variations marked by spells of travel to other Western nations, but they were variations on a single mono-cultural theme. Many have always been “normal”, easily able to find acceptance in society.
Here, when you sit on the MRT there’s not a single other person like you and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what thoughts are passing through the minds of those around you. Maybe you can hear Japanese somewhere behind you, nearly as incomprehensible to modern Taiwanese as it is to you, but before that person opens their mouth they remain able to disappear in the crowd. Most of the readership of this magazine will understand this and, like me, find it difficult and at times annoying or depressing. However, consider an alternative perspective. Once you’ve been a member of a minority it’s a little easier to transpose yourself into the shoes of the immigrants arriving in your home country. The same utter foreignness and difficulties with the language. The same ignorance, often with a good dash of racist hostility. I’m not saying it’s really possible to imagine the plight of a Chinese or African immigrant to the West. Their struggle always was and will be manifestly greater than people like myself will ever experience. Not only migration, but often poverty and having to begin from a much lower position in the new society. People like myself find themselves on the positive side of prejudice in Taiwan. I hope, though, at least those like me who came here with literally nothing and knowing no one are able to better empathise with the loneliness and struggle of building a entirely new life from the bottom up. Migration is a trend that is universally on the increase. Especially as the 21st century gets more fully into its stride and the scales of global power and wealth tip in favour of the East, we may come to see the next generations of Westerners moving eastward on a more permanent basis than is now the case. Most Western foreigners now only move east in search of a way to quickly save money before returning home or a chance to open their eyes more fully to the world around them. It is a luxury that we are not forced to look abroad for the best means to secure the futures of our children. However, might our children or children’s children be forced to do this to secure ours? Being a member of a minority is entirely contextual, anyone on earth can join this group by simply moving abroad. Those who do can more easily reflect on the difficulties of peoples anywhere who find themselves unfairly judged or treated. It’s worth spending some portion of the time spent in this country to reflect and attempt to develop empathy for the struggles of minorities worldwide. It’s time well spent.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Light Show
I found this octopus just before we had to ascend. He/she decided to put on a show for us that lasted about 15 minutes. It would stand up, change colors and patterns, decided to show how good a swimmer it was, be coy by trying to hide in a too small hole, then give us more colors. Truly a performer. About 3' + over all length
Nemo
I actually thought I was going to scream if my buddy took one more picture of a clown fish but they are funny. Heard a story about how crazy and paniced they act if the anemone they live in decides to close up and not let them in. They just go balistic. They are very silly because they are perpetually worred
Bill and the Manta
I am actually trying to get to my knees and give thanks for such a marvelous creature but I forgot how far down the floor was. The grace of these creatures is breathtaking...not a good thing underwater!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
bill and the whale
Sorry to keep at the marine life but I just got photos from my dive buddy from our trip. The shadowy figure above the tail is me...swimming like crzy to stay above the whale shark. WOW!!!!!
Monday, February 26, 2007
Thai Lunch on board
Just half of what was served for lunch...there was a complete western selection plus fresh fruit.
Manta Rays
This is one of 8-12 manta rays that came over us on the dive. They were the first of the semi religious experiences I had. They were just big dark shadows coming over us and then they would appear out of the grey. When I saw the first one, I spread my arms and felt like praying. I now can empathisize with the generation who see space travellers for the first time and do not know what to expect. The only thing missing was a film score by John Williams. The word WOW does not even come close!
Cuttlefish
Just after the whale shark we saw two cuttlefish making more cuttlefish. They were so multicolored and graceful. After daddy did what daddies do, I got up close and talked to him. He was about arms length away and waved his tentacles at me just like we were signing. They are almost a meter long and change colors like octopi.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
This guy wanted to love me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My buddy was trying to get my attention by yelling "Bill...Bill" through the bubbles of his regulator, but I did not hear. I turned around only to look directly at this Great Barracuda (8-10' long). As my buddy later said, I really did not have time to register panic but instead, raised my underwater light and was prepared to bang him on the snout. He was within forearms' length of me. Thankfully he just hung around and got cleaned. Another diver had his BCD vest strap yanked from behind by this fish while his buddies tried to get his attention. He was not even aware that he was in danger,, rather he wondered why his buddies had pulled him.
Whale Shark
This lady was as big as a bus and looked like the Hindenberg. I was so close that its ventral fin passed on my hand. She stayed around for 7 passes and I was so close I had to tuck my tummy up to avoid the tail....truly a religious experience.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Junk Trip
I spent the last week on this boat in the Andaman sea off Phuket Thailand. It is not easy to put in words how mind blowing the trip and the marine life were. But trust me I will try.
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