Caveat: Who is Jared?

Yeo-eun has been my student for more than 6 months. I think more like approaching a year, now. 

We were preparing a debate scheme last night. Because it is a very small class, I had allowed all the students to form a single team, and I would "be" the other team, by myself. I wrote out the debate scheme on the whiteboard, and beside my CON team speeches, I wrote my name. 

With utter sincerity, Yeo-eun asked, "Teacher! Who is Jared?"

The other students laughed.

"You don't know?"

She shook her head, clearly having no clue.

We've even had extensive in-class discussions about my name, and about cultural differences in the way students address their teachers or other adults. I have explained that in fact, from my casual American perspective, addressing me as "Teacher!" is less polite than, say, using my name. Some students even have sometimes tried out the awkward "Mr Way." But the use of "Teacher!" to address one's teacher is culturally in-grained: it's just a simple direct translation of "선생님" [seon-saeng-nim], which is completely universal. Many students never bother to learn their teachers' names, as they're not allowed, culturally, to use them.

Yeo-eun had decided knowing my name was unimportant information, and had purged it from her brain.

[daily log: walking, 7km]

Caveat: 십년공부 나무아미타불

I learned this proverb from my book of Korean aphorisms.

십년공부 나무아미타불
sip.nyeon.gong.bu na.mu.a.mi.ta.bul
ten-years-study "namo amitabha buddha"
[After] ten years of study, [one is reduced to saying] "Namo Amitabha Buddha."

This is an interesting Korean proverb, because although the proverb itself is Korean in origin as far as I can figure out, the phrase "Namo Amitabha Buddha" (rendered as namuamitabul) is Pali (the language of Buddhist scripture), filtered through Chinese.

The phrase "Namo Amitabha Buddha" is an invocation of the Amitabha Buddha, which under the Pure Land tradation ("Amidism") within Buddhism, frees the invoker of his or her karmic hinderances.

The meaning of the proverb, however, is about the phenomenon of Buddhist monks who become enchanted by secular women, apparently a commonplace in the Korean folk tradition. So the monks would chant "Namo Amitabha Buddha" in an attempt to escape such enchantments, but the point of the proverb is that they are trying to escape the earned consequences of their own behavior. There is a specific story where a monk studied for 10 years and then fell for a dancing girl. So after 10 years of study, all is come to naught. The proverb roughly means "All in vain!

This proverb is exceptionally apropos, as I approach the 10th year anniversary of my sojourn in Korea, and yet, due to my own laziness and poor behavior, I still have failed to really master the Korean language: ¡십년공부 나무아미타불!

[daily log: walking, 7km]

Caveat: Lest by diminished vitality and abated / vigilance, I become food for crocodiles

Feed Me, Also, River God
   
Lest by diminished vitality and abated
   vigilance, I become food for crocodiles—for that quicksand
   of gluttony which is legion. It is there close at hand—
      on either side
      of me. You remember the Israelites who said in pride
   
and stoutness of heart: "The bricks are fallen down, we will
   build with hewn stone, the sycamores are cut down, we will
   change to cedars"? I am not ambitious to dress stones, to
      renew forts, nor to match
      my value in action, against their ability to catch
   
up with arrested prosperity. I am not like
   them, indefatigable, but if you are a god, you will
   not discriminate against me. Yet—if you may fulfill
      none but prayers dressed
      as gifts in return for your gifts—disregard the request.
   
– Marianne Moore (American poet 1887-1972)

[daily log: walking, 7km]

Caveat: Time’s Weight

This week is the 17th anniversary of my wife Michelle's suicide.

And work is feeling burdensome.

And next week is a hospital visit for a full inspection, as my 4th anniversary of cancer surgery.

I have a young student who has decided that my name is grandpa. I can't seem to discourage this habit. It's distressing.

Time feels heavy.

[daily log: walking, 7km]

Caveat: The content is nothing

I've been a bit under the weather, I guess. Actually, it's possibly just the outcome of some work-related stress, on issues I'm not really comfortable trying to summarize right now. I'll get around to it at some point. Meanwhile, I feel kind of lousy and plan to do as little as possible this weekend… or even less. 

What I'm listening to right now.

Haujobb, "Dead Market."

Lyrics.

Contact and rupture
Unlike a pulse
Law of repetition
We will always follow

Identity is safe
The content is nothing
Deconstruction of form
We will always follow

Manipulate the pulse, the pattern, the rhythm
Dominate the beat
Manipulate the pulse, the pattern, the beat
Dominate the world

Desire remains
Discharge of pleasure
Absence of contact
We will always follow

Manipulate the pulse, the pattern, the rhythm
Dominate the beat
Manipulate the pulse, the pattern, the beat
Dominate the world

[daily log: walking, 7km]

Caveat: Random Poem #25

I have this inventory: broken things,
non-functioning, old things – not problems, just
invitations to live more simply, so
my ancient television only asks
that I not watch it. How can I resist?

Caveat: 구렁이 담 넘어가듯 한다

I learned this aphorism from my book of aphorisms.

구렁이 담 넘어가듯 한다
gu.reong.i dam neom.eo.ga.deut han.da
snake wall go-over-AS-IF do-PRES
[He/she/it] acts like a snake going over a wall.

I think this must be more or less the same as English's "Like a snake in the grass": sneaky behavior, creeping up on on a situation unnoticed.

This makes me think of Bob Dylan's old song, "Man Gave Names To All The Animals," which is my favorite song from Dylan's "Christian period."

I would like to include a youtube embed of Dylan's song, but Dylan is one of those performing artists who is VERY aggressive in his takedowns of his work online. I personally consider this reprehensible, and combined with his assholery around his recent Nobel prize, that's why he's gone down substantially in my estimation as a human being, if remaining high in my estimation of him as an artist.

What I'm listening to right now.

Townes Van Zandt, covering "Man Gave Names To All The Animals," by Bob Dylan. It's perhaps a better rendition than the original, anyway. But regardless, Dylan is an amazing lyricist: the ending of the song is poetically brilliant.

Lyrics.

Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.

He saw an animal that liked to growl
Big furry paws and he liked to howl
Great big furry back and furry hair
"Ah, think I'll call it a bear".

Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.

He saw an animal up on a hill
Chewing up so much grass until she was filled
He saw milk coming out but he didn't know how
"Ah, think I'll call it a cow".

Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.

He saw an animal that liked to snort
Horns on his head and they weren't too short
It looked like there wasn't nothing that he couldn't pull
"Ah, I'll think I'll call it a bull".

Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.

He saw an animal leaving a muddy trail
Real dirty face and a curly tail
He wasn't too small and he wasn't too big
"Ah, think I'll call it a pig".

Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.

Next animal that he did meet
Had wool on his back and hooves on his feet
Eating grass on a mountainside so steep
"Ah, think I'll call it a sheep".

Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.

He saw an animal as smooth as glass
Slithering his way through the grass
Saw him disappear by a tree near a lake ….

[daily log: walking, 7km]

Caveat: This sacred text has been brought to you by the letter ‘A’

Someone has created a version of the first part of the Biblical Book of Genesis using ONLY words that start with the letter 'A.'

1. An advent: ancient archangels architect abstract astronomy and arid asteroids.
2. All asteroids are amorphous and absent; And all asleep across aquatic anarchy. And astral angels advanced across area.
3. And Almighty asked," Appear." And all appeared aglow.
4. And Almighty approved. Aura and absence: an antagonistic arithmetic.
5. An afternoon and aurora, an aeon.
6.And atmosphere and all awash abscinded.
7. Astral air above; aquatic area abased. All as Almighty asserted.
8. Angel's abode appeared. Another afternoon, another aurora. Another aeon.
9. And Almighty authored aquatic archipelagos. Arable acreage appeared.
10. And Almighty approved.

In fact, it's quite poetic.

Alliteratively amazing, actually.

You can read the rest here.

[daily log: walking, 7km]

Caveat: Random Poem #23

This morning tasted just like cancer. Well,
you might just wonder: what does that taste like?
It tastes just like most other mornings do,
except your gut is filled with burning, fierce
desires to keep breathing and stay alive.