Tuesday, February 22, 2005

65 days/ 95 days until...

What I did on my President's Day Holiday (aka my 72nd day in Portland, OR):

Ate at Zells.

Talked to Chi and Linda.

Went to Washington Park and the Japanese Garden.



Did some window shopping on 23rd Street.

Went by the condo and left grinning from ear-to-ear (as usual). The kitchen cabinets and sink have arrived, more painting has been done and the results (esp in the bathroom) are pleasing me to no end...


Ate 2 mineolas.


Went to yoga.

Went to bed.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

I'm With the Band.

When I stopped by to chat with Michelle/Maude and Scott at their house this evening, I mentioned that hearing them play their music had inspired me. The next time I return to Kansas, I'm going to buy my cello a one-way plane ticket to Portland (hopefully via Southwest as it will be cheaper).

Scott immediately asked, "What are you doing on Friday nights?"
I replied, "I usually don't have any hot-dates."

"Well, Super XX Man would like to ask you to join us for practices."

So there you have it. I'm part of the really hip and cool scene in Portland. I'm in a band (as soon as I can get my cello here).

Friday, February 18, 2005

69 days / 99 days until...

It's a sunny day in Portland, OR. Apparently we are having a drought this winter instead of the normal amounts of rainfall.

But, the weather is still probably nicer in Hawaii than Portland. I'll be able to test this theory on 28 February because, if all goes as planned, I'll have to travel there for work.

Yippee!

Nothing much to say today.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Countdown: 71 days / 101 days

  1. In 71 days, I will move into my new place in Portland.
  2. In 101 days, it will be my 30th birthday.
I'm very excited about the first item on the list.
I'm less excited about the second item on the list.

In the spirit of tracking days...it's been 66-days since I've moved to Portland.

Portland is so completely different from Washington D.C. and I'm enjoying the change. At the same time, I feel like my life is on 'pause' until I move in 71 days. Rhythms of daily living are definitely impacted by impending plans to move and by the cardboard boxes tucked in the corners of my bedroom.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Identity

This weekend, I watched two very different movies. When seen in tandem, they explored some basic questions of identity (one more overtly than the other). How does a person construct their identity from what is innately given and from what is externally imposed through their environment?

The first movie was TOUCH THE SOUND. A documentary film by Thomas Riedelsheimer about the percussionist Evelyn Glennie. Glennie has constructed her life and her main identity around music and sound. It is the medium through which she perceives the world and through which she communicates to the world. She is, however, deaf. Although her virtuosic musicianship is undeniable, so too is the world’s fascination that Glennie has constructed this identity without the ability to ‘hear’ through the ‘normal’ mechanisms that ‘hearing’ people consider an essential component of being a musician. Glennie’s website includes a concise essay on why it is important that biographical notes (for concert programmes and media stories) not discuss or mention her deafness.

The second movie was BEAUTIFUL BOXER. The film is based on the true story of a kickboxer in Thailand. Raised in an agrarian province of Thailand, Nong Toom realized early in his childhood that he wanted to be in a woman’s body. Through serendipity, Nong Toom acquired fame and notoriety in the kickboxing world through his winning record and wearing makeup in the kickboxing ring. The primary narrative tension within the film focuses on Nong Toom’s identity as a kickboxer in an exclusively male sport and his desire to become a woman and have a sex-change operation. Nong Toom’s professional accomplishments in the exclusively male sport of kickboxing complicated (yet enabled) the development of his identity as a woman. Much of Nong Toom's crisis is depicted in scenes where his fans in the public realm did not see his use of makeup in the ring (and out of the ring) as an authentic expression of himself.

I'll stop here before this becomes a bad freshman English essay on identity formation and the external politics that imprint and complicate the individual realization/actualization of an identity. Both movies were interesting and fascinating to watch for different reasons beyond the theme of 'identity politics.' Part of me is just happy to engage my brain with this line of thinking as my brain rarely has an opportunity to be so engaged. And of course, since the world revolves around moi, I wonder if I'm currently actualizing my most authentic self. It seems more difficult to gauge since I'm not pursuing what would be seen as extreme in socially conventional terms.