Saturday, March 24, 2012

Wildlife research ...

Of all the specimens I observe on a regular basis in Taiwan there are two phylum* that I find the most intriguing behaviorally. They are none other than the elderly and those under the age of six.

I will attempt to record some of my observations for your consideration.

* (phy·lum   [fahy-luhm]
noun, plural -la  [-luh]
1.Biology . the primary subdivision of a taxonomic kingdom, grouping together all classes of organisms that have the same body plan.

Exploring habitat management and survival mechanisms of the Grey Headed Northern Taiwanese Senior Citizen

It is no coincidence that I use the word 'wildlife' to describe this fascinating bunch. Compared to the Standard American Senior, the Northern Taiwanese Senior is comparatively sprightly and rather more tenacious.
One can observe large groupings of them on any given day, employing the grounds of city parks typically during morning hours. There you can discover a variety of free-style dance moves, tai-chi, emphatic kicks and shaking, free form exercise maneuvers, fan dances, and even on occasion ball-room dance in the dirt. The variety and creativity is quite remarkable. And shame is not an issue in the minds of these athletic proficients. Most big-toys (more commonly known as 'jungle-gyms') are primarily occupied by the elderly. Scarcely will you find an actual child enjoying themselves on the bars, bouncy animal seat, or teeter-totter. No, these are all put to vigorous use by the elderly in their own innovative ways. Perhaps some of the highlights being the 'dead arms swing and slap', the 'synchronized slow motion dance', the 'solo teeter (sans totter)', or perhaps the 'gyrating knees/rubber arms' combination.
For those less inclined to work up a sweat, many park patrons haul entire home karaoke systems to the park for a solo or even group serenade. Chinese classics can be heard being belted out from all corners of the landscape. [On the vein of musical interests, another peculiar habit is for this particular phylum to play (quite audibly to all those living within a block radius) the same traditional Chinese song over and over without letup, day in and day out. For all those not well acquainted with this type of music, simply imagine having your head repeatedly pummeled by a drunk ape playing the bag-pipes, while a narcoleptic toddler beats on the cymbals.]
Another curious trait I have noticed is the array of colors the females choose to dye their plumage. The most common being Cheeto's-orange, hot pink, brick red, and something between copper and the color of most fire-engines. These delicate embellishments are often accentuated by tight poodle perms and six-inch high bangs.

The complex and maniacal behavior of the Common Kindergartner

In my quest to learn more about the above mentioned specimens, I have decided to establish interaction with them on a regular basis. In doing so, I have been able to assume a familiarity with this elusive group and even find a place among them as what I originally perceived to be a sort of 'pack leader'. I was, however, grossly mistaken in my assumption and now realize that my rank in the pack is more that of 'entertainer/human jungle-gym/complaint department/and general morale regulator'.
Here are some of the quaint practices of the Common Kindergartner:
Unlike the free-spirited Senior Citizens, these smaller critters tend to migrate into smaller clusters of about 20 for social interaction. All flocking together within the confines of their classrooms. In these facilities, bathrooms have an 'open door' and 'co-ed' policy. So, a casual stroll past the toilets usually results in a squeeky greeting being shouted from within. Unabashedly, they are happy to tell you 'hello' and 'good morning' in between labored grunts in producing a 'number two'.
Certainly one of the most slimy species I have encountered. I imagine the Common Kindergartner produces more snot on a daily basis than any other class of biped. Usually sneezed out forcibly onto a nearby classmate, book, or myself. Many consider the by-product of a good sneeze a prized commodity and will interrupt all classroom progress to bring me evidence of the event.
Perhaps due to their general squirminess, or maybe the slippery nature of their sweatsuits, it is uncanny the way they often succumb to gravity quite forcibly, especially from a seated position . Fortunately they have very small chairs, rather close to the ground. However, the proximity of the chair to the ground only furthers my curiosity of how it could be so difficult to stay on top of it. The same is true of their shoes. Strays are often found hobbling around in search of a lost shoe which somehow became dislodged from a sitting position and made it's way halfway across the room.
Upon further observation and experimenting I have deduced the following three constants:
1. A kindergartner will do ANYTHING for a sticker. Even holding still for upwards of 5 minutes, and keeping their ever-moving mouths shut.
2. The common kindergartner has an over developed sense of personal justice. Devistation and elation can both be achieved by seemingly minute things.
3. Their memory span is about as long as they are tall. This is proven in question and answer discussions. As well as simply leaving the room for an hour and returning, they greet you with such enthusiasm that you'd think they hadn't seen you in months.


In conclusion:
The more research I conduct, the farther I seem to be from fully understanding these unique beings. I can only hope that through exposure, I may gain some glimpse into their marvelous world. If not, at least an endless supply of entertainment is at my finger tips.







Wednesday, March 21, 2012

you know... stuff and things

This past week...
I'm a bit too tired to write a proper post, so I will let the pictures tell the stories this time.

Nelia had her first part in the service school, she was a householder for a French sister who is also giving her first talk in English.

Mel and I flew to Hong Kong again last weekend.. here's some landscape shots.




Biggest french fry EVER



Park witnessing:

Makes sense that the Pu track would lead to the toilet.

youth park gardens


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

well....


Don't ask me how it happened... but I fell out of the bus today.

The doors opened and I just sort of missed everything between the top step and the curb.
The bus driver immediately closed the doors and drove off with me face down in a puddle.

It didn't really register what had actually just happened until about 10 minutes later, when I was at work. Then I couldn't stop laughing.

FAIL


Saturday, March 10, 2012

Suao ports experience

Previously I had blogged about preaching at the docks in Suao, as well as other ports around Taiwan for the different English Congregations. So far our congregation has had great experiences preaching there.
Yesterday our Saturday field service group meeting was to be at the Taipei Main station, which is basically a massive confusing hub where all trains, subways, and buses converge. From there we were all hoping to take a bus out to Suao to preach at the docks. Unfortunately though, our service group conductor had been asked at the last minute to lead the group and had not received the 'OK' from the elder who is normally in charge of coordinating trips out there. We didn't even know if the boats would be there at this point. The brother asked to take the lead that morning is a relatively new brother in our cong. from France, his English is poor, and he'd never led a group out to Suao before, let alone knew how to get there without the aid of GPS. So the entire group was sort of floundering without direction while we waited for the word to go or stay. We decided that we'd better make the most of our time and preach in and around the station until we had further instruction. We weren't finding much success in the station however, there were almost no foreigners there at all. About an hour later we all re-grouped to find out that yes, the boats were in and we could go. The majority of us were very excited to spend the day there, some decided to stay in Taipei.
Then once again the plans were changed- the French brother told us he would be driving his family there by car and meet us all there. So a new group leader was appointed impromptu. This brother however was not entirely prepared to lead a group of sisters out to Suao, he also had no idea how to get us all there and his Chinese is not good enough to know how to ask. We eventually got ourselves on a bus, but found out we would have to transfer to a different bus somewhere along the way, of course no one was able to provide a bus number or location for pick up. So we headed out, and after about an hour bus ride we arrived in the middle of seemingly nowhere. None of us had any idea where to catch the next bus, how much it would cost, or which direction to go. So we began wandering around trying to look for clues, when all of a sudden a little asian lady came running up to Melissa and I and speaking Chinese to us pointing at the magazines. I finally figured out she was trying to ask if we were witnesses. As it turns out she is a Japanese sister from the local Chinese congregation and just happened to ride by with her husband and saw us walking down the street looking very lost. They didn't know much English, but were happy to try to help us get on a bus. They stayed with us for about a half hour and even brought us all coffee to keep us warm until we were finally put on the right bus.
When we arrived in Suao we found that some sort of religious parade had just begun. So we had competition now with the noisy Chinese parade of God's, awful bag-pipe-esque chinese music, firecrackers and smoke all making a big ruckus. However, as we continued we were able to find lots of people to preach to. Many friendly fisherman from Indonesia and the Philippines approached us asking for magazines. They know who we are now and are often eager to talk. We were trying to invite as many people as we could to the bible study meeting that was going to happen later on that night. (A restaurant in the harbor has allowed us to use the upper half of their restaurant to hold meetings for the fisherman every full moon) The two brothers who usually care for the port witnessing and conduct the group study were going to show up that evening to have the meeting. As the day went on, we were all tired and soar from walking all day and carrying loads of literature and traveling. But we covered the entire area. Melissa and I left the ports around dusk, and walked about a half hour to find a train which took another two hours to get us home. It was definitely a long day.
The brothers who traveled out there after we left to conduct the meeting had been texting their return visits and bible studies all day to let them know about the meeting, and many said they would be there. When they arrived they were able to go aboard a few boats and conduct some studies with a few fisherman, but were eager to get the group bible study going in the restaurant. When they got to the restaurant, no one showed up. None of the return visits, none of the studies, no one. They were a little concerned because that was pretty strange for no one show up. They waited there for a while, and eventually a man came up the stairs. He was the founder and president of the Suao Fisherman's Association. He explained that all the fisherman and captains had been called to an emergency meeting held by the Fisherman's association, but he decided to skip out on it to come to the bible study. Pretty soon, he was followed by two other heads of the association who wanted to come to the bible study, as well as one of the return visits. They conducted the study until 10:30 at night with the 4 attendees. The men let the brothers know that next time they want to hold a bible study there to call them first and they will be able to round up every Filipino on every ship as well as their captains and let them all know ahead of time to meet at the restaurant. This is very good news since usually it's a game of 'text and see who shows' for the brothers who come all that way in hopes of finding the few interested ones they've invited before.
We really got to see how Jehovah directs the work. Every time we hit a bump in the road, Jehovah smoothed the path. It was a real pleasure to be there to watch how the entire trip unfolded. We're looking forward to further progress with this unique territory.

Our colorful competition...



We finally arrive in Suao!
Looking for sustenance.. a variety of dried fish and other sea creatures

One of the harbors

Boat to boat witnessing



Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Assorted pictures of the past couple weeks


Running shoes


Enjoying grilled squids with Sarah






Studying with Nelia at the hospital. She is practicing her Bible reading comment for meeting.


Giving her Bible reading comment

Field service in Jhongshan- day one of Aux. pioneering for March

Day trip to Jiu fen with my bosses and their bat-dog 'Duke'

Melissa and my boss Jennifer