Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Panama



As one flies into Panama City, one is struck by the skyline. Far removed from other Latin American cities that i've seen, Panama's is littered with tall, densely packed skyscrapers more reminiscent of the larger coastal cities of Brazil. Floating offshore from this skyline is a huge armada of large ships, anchored and waiting sometimes up to a month for their turn to pass through the Panama Canal. From the air the scene gives off the impression of a world class metropolis. Indeed, it already ranks number 57 in the world based on the number of completed high rises and it seems like half the skyline is currently still under construction. On the ground the city is more mundane. The skyscrapers look shoddily constructed, and stand incredibly close to one another, sometimes so close that a resident of one building might be able to pass something by hand to a resident in a neighboring building.




A great number of these buildings are under construction.

I had the opportunity to go to Panama to do some work for a friend, taking pictures of an island that is the location of a soon to be built eco-resort. We stayed in an old historic area of the city that was half in ruins. Casco Viejo (also called San Felipe or Casco Antiguo) has been designated a Unesco World Heritage Site. At this point many buildings are mere shells with nothing beyond the outer facade, but a few residents remain in old decrepit structures. New reconstruction going on all over the neighborhood, with nice results on finished streets. The presidential palace is also in the neighborhood.






This old church tower was on the opposite of a public square from where i was staying, so i saw it a lot.


These clam shells were used on several old buildings and might have looked pretty neat in the sun when they still had their silver lining.


Much of Casco Viejo consists of colonial ruins, like these, which were literally the back half of our apartment building.




Some buildings are still lived in.

Walking around I was at first put off by the plentiful, machine gun toting police/soldiers that stand at every other corner, but after I saw the alternative, I began to appreciate their presence. Only a few blocks from the area where it’s safe to walk around is the most desperate urban slum I’ve ever personally seen. The people of El Chorrillo live in extreme poverty, and just driving through it was a surreal experience, especially at night when it was jam packed full of people. I sat next to a man on my return flight who told me the first time he had gone into that area, to take pictures, he had been choked into unconsciousness by muggers and was woken up by a guard, who admonished him for being in the area. I'd have to agree with the guard, it's not sensible to go there. During the U.S. invasion of Panama in 1989, much of the Chorrillo neighborhood, which had been old wooden buildings from the 1900's burned to the ground and were eventually replaced with concrete buildings.










Pictures taken out the car window in El Chorrillo. Other images of El Chorillo can be found here.

Panama is going though a growth boom. As such, a lot of crazy stuff is happening. During one meeting I had to attend, a group of scumbag lawyers groveled for an hour in front of us, nervous and paranoid although dressed to the hilt in expensive Panamanian suits. One of the things they were worried about was that they suspected an old uneducated woman whom they had been stealing money from had been kidnapped by a rival lawyer. As the topics moved on another lawyer in the group mentioned how he had corrupt government contacts who could help us smuggle gold artifacts off of a valuable archaeological site. I couldn't believe what i was hearing. During this long conversation in a public square, an African man walked up and introduced himself as someone my associate knew. He boldly warned us not to trust the lawyers, who laughed nervously and looked side to side, literally. The African then went to another table where he produced a photographer who began to make a visual record of our meeting.

Eventually the lawyers left, and were immediately replaced by the African, accompanied by a Swiss man, who was supposedly acting as an interpreter for the African. Though he claimed not to be able to speak English well, the reactions of his face to our words spoke otherwise. Who and what this guy claimed to be is irrelevant. What he was in reality was a kind of Nigerian con artist who was pretty straightforward about threatening us with extortion. Eventually we walked away from the meeting through several streets and took a cab to the other side of the city, in order to meet more pleasant company and discuss what had happened.




This place had really good sorbet/ice cream. These were all flavors of tropical fruits.

My friend Ben had us on a tight schedule, so i was only in the city briefly for two evenings (never even going downtown), but one thing we did manage to do was to go to an old palace that had been bombed during the 1989 invasion. It sits on the coast and is battered by waves. We didn't know at the time that it was a major scene in the movie Quantum of Solace. In retrospect, that explains some of the strange things we noticed while looking around, especially the fact that it was remarkable clean on the upper floors. One staircase had weird foamy pads on each stair, something i thought was extremely weird and couldn't explain. It actually made walking up or down the stairs more difficult.




We were able to find a way in from underneath. We had to walk through a dark and0 stinky drug addict area to get up to the main floors.

Two months later i saw the movie (which wasn't very good) and was glued to the screen when i saw the scene using the palace. It's a scene outside at night with "party" lights all over the place and a kind of dance going on, if i remember correctly. They used the location really well, and all of a sudden everything made sense when i saw Bond or someone take a fall down those very stairs. Also, upstairs we were shocked at the extremely shoddy construction of some of the stone railing. At the time i was wondering if that's how palaces are built in a third world country. The movie explained that too, when i saw someones head get smashed into that railing, cracking it or something. In hindsight our confusion was funny.


The main patio, with the skate rail. Right behind both sides of me was the ocean with the distant skyline. A very cool location to skate.


The main floor was a major skating hangout. The kids had improvised some kind of skateboard vehicle with an old workbench.


This rail, and all the rails up here excepting the outside ones, were movie props. They looked great but were actually hollow wire mesh.

The building is very intriguing as you see it walking down the street but maybe looks a little intimidating because there are a bunch of "no good" (by definition) teenage skateboarders in side, totally unsupervised and very devoted to the task of being teenagers. Additionally, there is no way to get in from the front, except by going down to a small beach, standing on top of an upright board and hoisting yourself up into a dark opening in the wall. Although i saw plenty of "no-good" teenagers popping out of that hole, Ben claimed it was physically impossible to go the opposite direction, so we had to find another way. Walking around to the back side we found a large, much easier opening underneath by the waves. That lower area is no place to hang out, unless you like heroin, and for-real no-gooders. One guy that looked like drug addicted former pirate wanted to know what we were doing in his house. He spoke english and sounded American. Maybe a leftover from the invasion. Maybe he was the guy who bombed it originally, so he felt it was "his" house.

Upstairs though, were lots of children and teenagers having fun. That's right, first floor: darkness and drug addicts, second floor: children and entertainment. Somehow someone had put in a skate rail, and the older kids were making good use of it. If i could have spoken to them conditions were right to get a cool picture of one of them flying through the air in a dramatic pose over the the ocean and the skyline in the background. Could have been a very cool looking skater shot but they looked like they would have preferred that we not be there at all, which seemed like a natural reaction to me. The children though, were excited to have some weird looking people stop by. They started showing off their improvised skateboard vehicle they had engineered. A few of them followed us around as we explored the upper levels.


These two kids in particular were pretty excited about us being there and started following us around. We couldn't talk to each other but when i showed them what their picture looked like they were thrilled and began to strike poses.

I didn't actually get to do much in Panama City. It may seem like a vacation, but we had actual work to do, and our busy schedule allowed for only two evenings in the city. Unfortunately i never even had the time to go look downtown where all those high rises were. I did however, drink the best mojito i've ever had, with real sugarcane.




Really a nice view upstairs before it was bombed.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Finnegan


Meet our new puppy, Finnegan. She is a small munsterlander, which is the same breed as Trail. Finn is very, very cute, but is pretty much a biting and peeing machine. Having a puppy around is definitely an adjustment but I can say it is definitely nice when she has tired herself out and sleeps for a few hours.



Interdependence in World Politics.

Recently American President Barack Obama traveled to Russia and with the help of his Russian counterpart negotiated a deal to reduce nuclear weapons between the two countries. For too long America has seen itself as the only important country in the world, which has bred the three poisons with alarming but predictable speed: Greed, hatred and delusion. Thankfully America now has a leader that better understands how interconnected the world is and just how destructive and counterproductive the "us vs. them" mentality can be. I thought this quote from Obama about interconnection in world affairs was refreshing talk for a political leader because politics is all too often used to exploit people, money and power:
There is sometimes a sense that old ways of thinking must prevail; a conception of power that is rooted in the past rather than in the future... In 2009, a great power does not show strength by dominating or demonizing other countries... As I said in Cairo, given our interdependence, any world order that tries to elevate one nation or one group of people over an other will inevitably fail. The pursuit of power is no longer a zero-sum game - progress must be shared.
James: A verse from the Tao Te Ching comes to mind:

If you want to govern the people you must place yourself below them If you want to lead the people you must learn how to follow them.

Tao Te Ching v.66, Paragraph 2.

Barack Obama isn't a perfect leader but it is refreshing to hear a leader speak of interconnection, interdependence and the oneness of all people and cultures.

~Peace to all beings~

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Kathleen Sebelius Gets Some Rough Treatment

Health Secretary Kathleen Sebelius got roughed up a little at a Louisiana "town hall" on health care. Just thought it was funny:

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Thursday, July 23, 2009

La Boda de Florcita Polo - Fotos de Florcita

... ¿Por qué?

Susy y Flor

FlorcitaLas malas noticias no cesan en el mundo del espectáculo nacional. Como muchos ya sabrán, una de las musas inspiradoras de este sucio bulín llamado Crónicas de la Farándula Kitsch pasará a contraer nupsias en los próximos días para desdicha y desgracia nuestra (quizás más mía que vuestra). Me refiero a la tierna Florcita Polo Díaz, principal referente del aspirante a artista pre-adolescente lorcho.
El camino ha sido, tanto para ella como para nosotros, largo y doloroso. Tras veletear por más de 10 años a la sombra y conveniencia de los chicheros más putos de la cumbia / technocumbia (a saber, en estricto orden de aparición: Luis Sánchez de "Skándalo", Tommy Portugal de "Joven Sensación", Frank Guerrero de "Magnesio", Darwin Torres de "Caribeños", Carlos Morales del grupo "Guinda" y David del Aguila de "Hermanos Amaya", entre otros pelafustanes de la música tropical-andina, dicho sea de paso, cada uno más cabro que el anterior), Florcita termina su trajinado periplo amoroso, como no podía ser de otro modo, en las garras de otro chichero improvisado y de medio pelo, un cantante de poca monta llamado Néstor Villanueva, una extraña mezcla de Abencia Meza, Sofía Mulanovich y el rabino Schlomo (por lo coñete), conocido en el ambiente de la música cumbiambera como "El vello púbico de Pizarro" o "El Claudio Pizarro de la cumbia".

Me rehúso a aceptar siquiera la posibilidad de que este roñoso pelagatos desvirgue a la dulce y candorosa Florcita, osando penetrarla por todos los orificios posibles que su depravada mente chichera pueda imaginar, utilizando como arma su pueril miembro acaso sin circuncidar. Y me rehúso a aceptar este hecho, claro, porque la amenaza de la boda suena tan sincera como las voces que se empeñan en asegurar y ratificar la supuesta virginidad de la novia y la cuestionada hombría de su (des)afortunado galán.

Yo solo espero una cosa: que no la llenen tan rápido.

Y que sea lo que Dios quiera.


La Boda de Florcita
El epílogo de una telenovela mexicana en 12 minutos.
Un novio más tacaño que poto de Barbie lorcha, un vestido refaccionado con masking tape, la noche de bodas en el telo "Susyflor" de La Molina, una suegra emocionada por la "defloración" de su hija, la aparición especial del gran MeroLoco rechazando al yerno oportunista, una novia exigiendo la correspondiente prueba de calidad antes del matri y Susy declamando su clásico lema "escobita nueva barre bien".
Fue hermoso y lloré.


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    El Momento Musical
    Desempolvamos la sección El Momento Musical de Crónicas de la Farándula Kitsch para traerles nuevamente uno de los refritos favoritos de esta tu casa blogueril, el día en que la dulce hijita de Susy Díaz hizo su debut artístico en la televisión. Desde el set de "Aló Gisela", Florcita Polo y el grupo Explosión cantan el megahit de la clausurada discoteca Cerebro de calle Emancipación con Jirón de la Unión: "El Zapatón".


    El Momento Musical: Florcita canta "El Zapatón"


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  • Wednesday, July 22, 2009

    The Way of the Hermit.

    I've been contemplating lately on the role of so-called, "Hermit monks" which can still be found in remote areas of the world. We know that monasteries are the traditional venue for Buddhist monks looking to further dedicate their lives to studying and living the Dharma but what of the role of hermit monks? Well I found an excellent documentary on the lives of Chinese Buddhist, mountain, hermit, monks titled, "Amongst White Clouds." It's about an hour and a half but so worth it:
    Traditionalists might argue that these monks are going "rogue" from the historic path for monks and are thus misguided. However, consider the quote from one of these hermit monks "There are many hearts in this world--the Buddha has a teaching for the heart of every being." This was spoken by a Buddhist Master said to be on the final leg of his liberation who resides in the Zhongnan mountains of China in near solitude.

    The majority of these hermits appear to be well practiced in the Dharma and veterans of monasteries and thus able to better practice in a solitary environment. They are not aesthetics in the traditional, pre-Buddhist sense of total denial of food, etc., which Buddha advised against. They eat just enough to remain healthy like most monks, maintain a shelter and do from time to time visit other hermit monks to bolster each other's practice. I hesitate to say that this path is for the average Buddhist who isn't well practiced in the Dharma. For as one of the hermit monks on the mountain states, "Most of the monks here already understand the practice methods, they don't make mistakes. But you must understand the practice. If you don't, you make mistakes and that's nothing but torture."

    These hermit monks seem to have reached a point in their practice where they really can't help but wander off into the woods. Historically it was quite common in Buddhist traditions (especially Tibetan Buddhism and Chinese Ch'an or Zen) for monks to wander off to a cave or isolated hut for long periods of deep contemplation. In some branches of Tibetan Buddhism this occurs, however, after about a decade of traditional, monastic Buddhist practice. In some branches of Tibetan Buddhism it is required of monks to do solo retreat for three years and three months.

    There are rare cases, however, where younger monks have been recognized as unique in their knowledge, karma and practice of the Dharma to where monastery life is not much of a challenge. In some rare cases it is a distraction for them to further their practice. So sometimes the abbots of those temples send them off to do a solo retreat. This usually is done with an older hermit monk at first but just long enough to get acclimated to the environment/way of life and then they're on their own. Thus the quote about Buddha having a teaching for the heart of every being whether they are an abbot, a senior hermit monk, a younger hermit monk, a novice monk or a lay person.

    These men (and one woman--a nun) in this documentary have come to the place where solitude is required to enable their level of near constant meditation and mindful living. Isolation is a very strict, strong and effective teacher in that it forces one to confront that in the end you can't rely upon anyone else for your liberation. Even your fellow monks and practitioners. In practicing the Dharma in isolation one is forced to be with one's thoughts with nothing much to distract oneself from them day and night. The neurotic mind has little to manipulate out of the hermit monks life as silence and raw, naked, confrontation of nature exposes it's futility. Everyday actions take on new meaning when one has no one or no thing to rely upon to distract one from not just practicing Buddhism in general but total, complete, consuming submersion in mindfulness.

    Some say they they wander off because they are near enlightenment and therefore where ever they go they are where they need to be. The lessons of mindfulness, of total immersion into mindfulness have carried them outside the monastery walls to reside in the monasteries of old--the forests and mountains. These locations are Earth's first sacred sites and some of the most pure, inspiring and liberating places. It was under a tree, in solo retreat after all where Buddha finally realized liberation.

    For these practitioners the spirit of the monastery/sangha travels with them where ever they go. The monastery is everywhere to them including deep in nature where birds, monkeys and other animals are their teachers and fellow practitioners. As well as the trees, caves, waterfalls and rivers. And from time to time many of these hermit monks meet up with one or more other hermit monks in the area to discuss their practice with each other and stay on track. In this documentary the monks in these Chinese mountains are roughly an hour and a half to one day's hike away from each other.

    I don't see them as radicals, rebels, misfits or heretics but rather as highly evolved spiritual beings who have reached the point of no return in their quest for final liberation. They seem to have come to the conclusion that monasteries can sometimes become havens for stagnation where it can be easy for some to become lulled into a state of spiritual materialism and spiritual laziness. Not unlike the tendency for some students at universities to stay in school for the socializing and status instead of the learning and growing aspects. So It's as if monasteries are universities for Buddhism where most monks are working on their undergraduate degree.

    Whereas hermit monks are doing graduate and post-doctoral work, which is often undertaken independently that usually involves study outside of said universities, in the field so to speak and that means these "students" don't interact with the undergraduate students as much. I would venture to guess that a good majority of these hermit monks come back down after a few years of solitary practice to teach at a monastery. Not unlike a post-doctoral graduate returning to their university to teach undergraduates as a professor. Some, however, have been up their for numerous decades are will most likely die on those mountains and in doing so merge into parinirvana.

    In "Amongst White Clouds" I really was inspired and educated by the hermit nun up on the mountain who quoted the Lengyan Scripture, which says in part, "Though there are words to speak, none of these are real. Talk and talk, like flowers falling from heaven--It's all worthless. So there is really nothing to say." This was an appropriate statement because it seemed many of the hermit monks didn't have much to say but their shining eyes and broad smiles sure did. One monk said after the camera man asked another question (and I'm paraphrasing a bit) "I've been talking all day with you and still you want more words?"

    This same nun said, "All of the great masters, if they hadn't endured some hardship they wouldn't have opened their wisdom gate." I really connected with that particular insight as my hardship with mental illness is in large part what led me to Buddhism. Of course I'm not a Buddhist master but either way there is great wisdom to be adopted by all who follow the Dharma in that statement. No creation, no destruction.

    Finally, consider these thoughts from the man [Red Pine] who wrote the book on these hermit monks, which inspired another man to do this documentary, "Amongst White Clouds":
    I’ve never heard of any great master who has not spent some time as a hermit. The hermit tradition separates the men from the boys. If you’ve never spent time in solitude, you’ve really never mastered your practice. If you’ve never been alone with you practice, you’ve never swallowed it and made it yours. If you don’t spend time in solitude, you don’t have either profundity or understanding — you’ve just carried on somebody else’s tradition.
    ~Peace to all beings~

    Monday, July 20, 2009

    Frank and Karen's 30th


    I was selected (recruited) to be the unofficial photographer for Frank and Karen Wetselaar's 30th wedding anniversary. It was a really fun celebration of cultivating a life for themselves. There was free food, free beer, and good conversation, all the ingredients to a great night.


    The food was delicious and ranged from caviar potato salad to lamb chops to lobster. To top it off was a great lemon cake and croque en bouche (gigantic tower of cream puff). Needless to say everyone had a great time and personally I can't wait until 40 years!



    Sunday, July 19, 2009

    Salt Lake City



    When i was in high school we would go to this terrible hotel sometimes, get a room, and then just hang out in it all night and party. I got to Salt Lake after a kinda long drive from Great Basin and it was getting late. I've never done anything in Salt Lake except leave the airport. I stopped at a hotel that was part of a chain near the highway and got a room thinking it was an ideal place to quickly get to the airport in the morning. I should have thought twice when i saw all the people in the parking lot, but boy was i shocked when i got in the room. It was remarkably undesirable inside. Even repulsive. What was harder for me to get used to was the fact that, apparently in high school i was completely at home in such a place, thinking nothing of lying on the filthy floor to listen to music or pass out. Even writing this is uncomfortable so i'm moving on.... It was yucky and i stayed in it due to time and energy levels.

    Anyway, my vacation had been so good up to this point that i had completely lost track of time. I called Maree to let her know i'd made it back from the wilds safely and would need to be picked up from the airport tomorrow. She didn't know what i was talking about because i wasn't supposed to be back for another two days. DANG. I forgot what day it was while i was out of Internet and cell phone reception and not watching TV. I drove all day just to get to Salt Lake a whole day EARLY. I could have stayed another day in Great Basin. DANG. Another embarrassing moment.


    I think this was part of the convention center built for the 2002 Olympics.

    No big deal, i'd find something to do. I spent the next morning finding a WAAY better hotel. In fact, i almost got a room at the Hilton just to erase the trauma. But then i found the Shilo Inn for half the price and only a little less quality.

    I went to Park City. I've always heard rave reviews of Park City, about 1/2 an hour away from Salt Lake. It was a big let down. Nothing to do there but shop and the surrounding mountains are more like large rounded hills. It probably is more pleasant in winter when you have a large selection of slopes and lodges to ski at.


    Chihuli glasswork at the art museum. I should have gone in when it was open.

    I was impressed however, with Temple Square. The "Vatican" of the Mormon religion, Temple Square completely dominates downtown Salt Lake City. There are more than 5 large city blocks that are devoted entirely to the Mormon religion. Museums, conference center, headquarters, tabernacles, libraries, public areas.... you can wander around for quite some time. It's pretty, and water seems to play a central role in the design, seemingly flowing for blocks from the original stream valley that the Mormons followed into the basin, down man made streams along the sidewalk, over walls, down little canals, and out of fountains into pools. As a whole it's a stunning achievement and definitely gives off the impression being a major force in the world. Seriously, i haven't seen anything like it in any other city outside of our countries capital. It's that big, and it's that kind of investment. Even all the new building that came to the city with the 2002 Winter Olympics pales in comparison.


    Salt Lake Temple took 40 years to build and was started in 1853.

    That evening i went back out to take some pictures. In Alaska night time is associated with being cold. If it's not cold, it's not night time. During our springs, it takes weeks of the sun shining until 9 or 10 pm to melt the snow. By the time we have green grass it stays light until late at night. In September darkness returns, as does Fall, and bad weather. There is only a very short time frame when you can go out at night and see green grass before the temperature drops below freezing at night. It usually rains during that time.

    So the possibility of being outside, in the dark, with green vegetation and warm temperatures has become so rare for me that it's almost some kind of surreal experience. I have very few nighttime pictures from Alaska, which is too bad because i have a lot of fun making them. I really enjoy being outside at night and not freezing or slipping.


    One of many fountains at Temple Square.

    Utah has the youngest average age of any State, and downtown it was obvious. There are young people with children everywhere, and well dressed. Even at night around 10pm, when i took the church photo, there were tons of people hanging out talking and loving on each other, or even praying. Eventually though my luck ran out and it started to rain, so i called it quits.


    Walking down the street with the shutter open. That giant red blur is my hotel. It's very ugly at night but i think this picture proves that no matter how drunk you get you will always be able to find it. I think i'll submit it to the Drunk Google Earth Project. They have that, right?