Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A Glut of Pages: Books my fellow PCVs could borrow later

The only thing I have really worried about so far in preparing for the Philippines is books. Without my usual distractions of video games, I will actually need to rely on more productive ways to spend my time. Video games are perhaps one of the more useless ways to spend time in the world (unless you argue they teach eye-finger coordination, and in some cases, various forms of tactical thinking.) So, it is ironic that I have always been a nerdy fan of the concepts of Bushido and the Samurai; as Miyamoto Musashi, the most legendary samurai of all time said, "Never do anything that is useless." So now for the first time in my life, I will be utterly cut off with the only material hobby that has wasted my time. That means I need my savior of boring family road trips: books!

Anyway, I went to a used bookstore today and picked up a thick stack of books. Since I am excited for all of them, I can't help but brag about all my 'phat lewt'. Them 20+ hours of travel ain't got nothing on me now!

My fellow PCVs might just find opportunity to profit from these acquisitions as well. If you're going to be looking for some books to trade around, I'll have these on hand overseas. So let me know if you want to borrow one (or trade if i have finished), and if I am not currently reading it; it's yours.



To the suggestion of some fellow PCV's, I picked up a copy of CultureShock!: Phillippines. I tore through about seventy pages of it at the book store before the time of my exodus. I enjoy how it goes into discussions of gender roles and the psychological development that gives rise to the Philippine mentality. Also, numerous tips and comments will be useful for any volunteer to become effective, and to remain safe, in the Philippine culture. This is one of a few books that is currently competing for my reading time.


I didn't get this one from the bookstore, but I don't think I'll have it done before I leave. Oddly enough, my mom saw this in a bargain bin and got it for me a few years ago for Christmas. Before my trip to visit some of my family, I saw it on my desk back in my room and snagged it up. Good decision. It offers an inside view of the events behind the Chinese Civil War, and the subsequent mess Mao Zedong makes of the entire nation in his blind narcissism. If you have an interest in world history, geopolitics, or the like, this is turning into an excellent read.


The third book of the four I am currently working through (too many!) is the 'ole Bible. Or the Good Book to some. Though I am not a member of any organized religion, this book of God's Scripture is useful for my project for religious world peace over on my Theologia Ameliorate blog. I hope to continue working on said project during my time in the Peace Corps, so this baby will be coming with me.


The 4/4 of my current reads: This little guy I picked up in Victoria, British Columbia. It is a first person account of an actual Potlatch, told by a true member of the Native Canadian Indian culture who attended the last true Potlatch in the early 1900s. It provides unique insights into the ceremony, the mythology, the philosophies, and the psychology of this truly incredible culture. It is an awesome, evocative read, and I'm not even halfway!


Though I have already finished my first reading of the Holy Qur'an, I will be bringing it along in relation to the Theologia Ameliorate project as well because I will need to read it again. This most recent Revelation from God is the most direct in Message, and thus perhaps, the most enjoyable to read. I found it to be both enlightening and important to the world in which we live, and it was the first Scripture to really reach me about the nature of God. If anyone ever told you this book was violent, they obviously never opened the cover.



This was recommended by the only friend I have who enjoys (or perhaps tolerates) religious discussion with me. I believe it was in response to my beginning of the Theologia project, and I think he is correct in thinking I would like to give this a read. In my quest for religious reconciliation, the opinions and thoughts of a trailblazer will be most welcome. I'm sure I will be giving this little book some attention over at Theologia. From what I understand, this is one of C.S. Lewis' crowning works, where he attempts, or perhaps succeeds, at reconciling his intellect with his faith.




At the suggestion of one of my other good friends, I quickly blazed through the Elijah Baily/R. Daneel Olivaw Robot series earlier this year. Easily some of the best Science Fiction I have ever read. With the next big series on deck (The Foundation Series), I thought it would be a great time to pick up this little prequel. Anything Asimov is always incredible, so I do not doubt this one will be up to par. 


Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite American authors. Like Asimov, he is a true master of the trade. This book I have never heard of, but I never heard of Something Wicked This Way Comes before reading it either. And THAT turned out to be one of the most awesome stories I've ever read. Judging from Fahrenheit 451 and Dandelion Wine, I doubt this book will disappoint. Apparently it's like if you took the Munsters and the Addams Family and smashed them together.




The problem with reading Frank Herbert's Dune? You become a sucker for any sort of desert planet science fiction. From the back of Hammerfall, it sounds like that is what I am going to get: desert planet, check, multiple moons, check, space-desert religion, check. We have a winner. Cherryh wrote The Faded Sun Trilogy, which I found immensely satisfying, so I am excited to see what else this Hugo Award winner has up his sleeves. Or perhaps pens? Anyway, I wanted to begin his Foreigner series, too, but the bookstore didn't have a used copy of the first one. I don't like paying full price for a book that has been out for over five years.



Fritz Leiber is one of the newer (1970s) Sword and Sorcery greats inspired by the epic Robert E. Howard (1920s). The stories of Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser are always a great time. This is the only novel based on Leiber's two Conan-esque characters that I know of, and I only know of it because I saw it in the bookstore today. Apparently they are trying to retire, and all the nemeses of their serial adventures are getting in the way. That works for me.


Ah, yes, Piers Anthony. A name from my youth when I picked up a torn copy of Castle Roogna. It still numbers as one of my top fantasies for sheer enjoyment and originality. Many of Anthony's books are that way, but once I hit the 9th book in the Xanth series I started noticing I was reading the same book over and over (David Eddings does that same thing, now that I think about it). Anyway, besides Cruel Lye (I think book 12? It features a guy who is basically Wolverine from X-Men, and the first person perspective is hilarious), the Xanth books got boring, but I always wanted to give his Bio of a Space Tyrant series a try. If the Xanth books are anything to go by, this should be 300 pages of fun, if not depth.




Lee Kuan Yew was one of the top power players in the creation of the modern Singapore city-state. I started reading this in my early college years but balked from its thickness. Homework didn't help either. But now I think I'll have the time to plow my way through this baby. In this book, Yew describes in great detail the statecraft, the policies, the logic, and the means he and his comrades employed to turn a third world island with no natural resources into one of the most powerful economies in the world. Sounds like someone we could use in D.C. to help out a bit.
   

Saturday, July 17, 2010

33 and counting...

Thanks to a fellow future Peace Corps comrade on the Facebook group, I became aware that it is only 33 days till I leave home.

Thank God.

Ever since I left the Masters in Teaching program, my life has lacked direction and purpose. The false ambition I nursed for three years hollowed me out, and now I seem only capable of looking on everything with a generalized sense of apathy; what little excitement and annoyance I do occasionally feel quickly fades back into a monochrome grey. It's a steady hope that all the "new" of my service will jumpstart some life back into me.

I have insomnia a lot lately.

I stay up late, either reading or writing new blog posts like this one. Though in the case of this entry, my pattern switched up: I slept from midnight to four a.m., then woke up and could not fall back asleep. Nice change of pace.

Some of what I read are the blogs and comments of members of the Peace Corps Facebook group. It seems everyone is doing something to get ready to go. Either selling material goods, leaving jobs, ending relationships, or visiting family.

I don't own any material goods that are worth selling. So no worries there.

I don't have a job (or ambition for a career).

I don't have a relationship.

And while I am currently visiting family, I find myself incapable of investing interest in anything going on. Like how a jellyfish is propelled about the ocean in the current; yeah, it can move itself, but only in insignificant little puffs that have no effect on its path to the final destination: a grave atop dry sand where children poke at it with sticks.

I think some of it comes from the end of my educational career. My entire life has been chunks of years with arbitrary goals: I need to do well in five years of elementary school so I can move to middle school, I need to do well for three years in middle school so I can get to high school, I need to do well for four years in high school so I can get to college, I need to do well for four years in college so I can get a career.

I missed that last step, as the planking between my degree and my idea of career broke when I remembered I only chose teaching as a path because it would support me while I tried to become a writer. In some ways, that is still what is happening: I'm going to the Philippines to teach English Language Fluency, and I hope to be inspired to write something with "umph".

Yet my confidence in my success as a writer has more of less faded. As just another nameless hack with a dream, I can only look at the countless multitudes of failures, and I can only think that it would be arrogant to believe my ability is anything beyond all of theirs.

The problem with reading history and universal science: you become acutely aware of your utter insignificance.

But my intellectual side holds to hope. History also has its up and downs, years of peace, years of war, misery, happiness, death, life. I just need to ride the cycle, otherwise I'll be like one of those bastards eating a high velocity lunch.

It would just be nice if I could find something to latch on to. Most people just say, "You'll get a good paying job. You're smart, you have two degrees, you will get hired."

I smile politely, but I always think to myself, "So?"

Great. I'll have money. I can buy a big screen TV, have a house or something, and maybe even a car of my own choice.

Material items. Distractions. Meaningless collections of atoms. Yeah, they are fun to have for taking a break while mainly doing something else, but these things aren't goals: they are toys for toddlers who can only walk forward in stuttering steps.

I need to find the right journey before I can actually enjoy any of that useless crap. A purpose.

I think for the moment I just have to take a page from the Blue Lanterns and trust that "All will be well."