Andy is a worker ant. Being a worker, his duties are to search and carry food back to the Queen from dawn to dusk; 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year. His father and his grandfather did that; so are his cousins, friends, and sons. This is THE WAY. No one questions about THE WAY. It is considered as the universal truth for all worker ants to follow: THE WAY.
Andy was happy about THE WAY just like any other worker ants until one day, he noticed that there were more number of ants went out to work while fewer and fewer ants came home at dusk.
Andy stops another fellow worker ant and said,
"Something is wrong. Didn't you notice that there were more ants went out from the nest than returning?"
"No. You must be dreaming. Everything is well and sound. Besides, one of our friends has found a big pool of honey. It is a gold for us as ants. If we carry honey home, our Queen will be very, very happy.", said Andy's friend and walks off to find the honey.
After few days, he found that those ants who carried honey all collapsed on the way home; then there is a funnel descended from heaven and sucks them off and sending them to death.
Andy stops another ant who happens to be a soldier ant.
" Please stop other ants from rushing to carry honey home; for I see the DEATH with my own eyes. I saw a funnel coming down from heaven and sucking them to DEATH."
" You must be very, very crazy and disgusting.", said the soldier ant.
" It is your duty according to THE WAY as a worker ant to carry the honey back to the Queen. If you disrespect your duty, death will be upon you."
Here it goes. Andy saw the danger; yet no other ants saw it. Andy cannot stop THE WAY, even THE WAY leads them to death.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Karma-what goes around, comes around
A Miserable Angel
Ikay was an angel sent by the heaven; but he did not look like an angel. He did not have wings; naturally, he could not fly. His body was made of ice; he could float on water, but could not swim. He did not have any magic. His body was covered with rugged clothes. He was seen bare-foot all the time walking on the ice and snow. He did not have parent. In fact, he looked clumsy, and awkward. He occasionally showed up at school and often he was bullied by other kids. He was a miserable angel.
One day, Ikay was bullied again by a group of 5-6 kids. They teased and verbally insulted him, threw rocks, ice at him and was physically rough on him until an old gentleman, O-Li-San came by to stop the abuse of Ikay from other kids.
O-Li-San Came to Rescue
"You rough kids should be ashamed of yourself. If you don't stop harassing, just wait to see what I will do to you." said the O-Li-San and showed off with few Martial Art movement. The kids retreated and left.
After the bullying kids retreated, O-Li-San asked the bare-foot kid,
"What is your name? Where do you live?"
" My name is Ikay. I don't have a home." said Ikay.
" Why don't you come to my house? I have a place for you to stay in my house."
Ikay followed the old man and walked into his small hut. The old gentleman lived by himself. Although the hut was small, it was quite clean. O-Li-San cleaned up a place for Ikay to sleep and gave Ikay a warm meal to which, Ikay happily enjoyed the meal.
The old gentleman made a living by making and selling masks. His hut was cold. O-Li-San burned the firewood inside a stove to make the hut warm.
"Come to the fireplace. You look cold." Said the old gentleman.
"I am quite ok with the cold. My body will melt if I come near the fire." Ikay confessed to the old gentleman that he was made of ice.
Ikay and the old gentleman lived happily together. O-Li-San prepared meals for Ikay while Ikay played beautiful flute music to entertain. Ikay was a gifted musician after all.
Snow Storm
One day, the old gentleman said to Ikay,
"The firewood is getting short. I should go to the wood to pick up more to warm the hut."
After O-Li-San left for the firewood, the weather suddenly changed to the worse. First, the black clouds appeared; the howling wind followed; then there was a blizzard so bad that Ikay had never seen before.
Five hours had passed and O-Li-San did not come back. Ikay got worried. He decided to trace the old gentleman's routes to find him.
Ikay called out 'O-Li-San' as hard as he could; and found no responses. He walked through bushes, snow piles, in hope finding the gentleman. After 2 hours, he found the gentleman collapsing on a pile of snow.
Ikay Gave His Life to Save O-Li-San
Ikay secured the gentleman on his back and slowly walked back to the hut. The gentleman suffered severe hypothermia, but was still alive.
Quickly, Ikay made a fire and brought the gentleman close to the fire to warm up the gentleman.
The gentleman finally woke up and said,
"What a dream! Where am I?"
Then he found out he was in the hut. Then he called out Ikay, and found no trace of Ikay. Ikay was made of ice; once he touched the fire, he melted. Ikay was gone. He went back to the heaven.
The old gentleman rescued Ikay from the misery. Ikay paid him back with his own life to save the old gentleman from being frozen to death.
What goes around, it came around; this is the universal truth. This is Karma.
Ikay was an angel sent by the heaven; but he did not look like an angel. He did not have wings; naturally, he could not fly. His body was made of ice; he could float on water, but could not swim. He did not have any magic. His body was covered with rugged clothes. He was seen bare-foot all the time walking on the ice and snow. He did not have parent. In fact, he looked clumsy, and awkward. He occasionally showed up at school and often he was bullied by other kids. He was a miserable angel.
One day, Ikay was bullied again by a group of 5-6 kids. They teased and verbally insulted him, threw rocks, ice at him and was physically rough on him until an old gentleman, O-Li-San came by to stop the abuse of Ikay from other kids.
O-Li-San Came to Rescue
"You rough kids should be ashamed of yourself. If you don't stop harassing, just wait to see what I will do to you." said the O-Li-San and showed off with few Martial Art movement. The kids retreated and left.
After the bullying kids retreated, O-Li-San asked the bare-foot kid,
"What is your name? Where do you live?"
" My name is Ikay. I don't have a home." said Ikay.
" Why don't you come to my house? I have a place for you to stay in my house."
Ikay followed the old man and walked into his small hut. The old gentleman lived by himself. Although the hut was small, it was quite clean. O-Li-San cleaned up a place for Ikay to sleep and gave Ikay a warm meal to which, Ikay happily enjoyed the meal.
The old gentleman made a living by making and selling masks. His hut was cold. O-Li-San burned the firewood inside a stove to make the hut warm.
"Come to the fireplace. You look cold." Said the old gentleman.
"I am quite ok with the cold. My body will melt if I come near the fire." Ikay confessed to the old gentleman that he was made of ice.
Ikay and the old gentleman lived happily together. O-Li-San prepared meals for Ikay while Ikay played beautiful flute music to entertain. Ikay was a gifted musician after all.
Snow Storm
One day, the old gentleman said to Ikay,
"The firewood is getting short. I should go to the wood to pick up more to warm the hut."
After O-Li-San left for the firewood, the weather suddenly changed to the worse. First, the black clouds appeared; the howling wind followed; then there was a blizzard so bad that Ikay had never seen before.
Five hours had passed and O-Li-San did not come back. Ikay got worried. He decided to trace the old gentleman's routes to find him.
Ikay called out 'O-Li-San' as hard as he could; and found no responses. He walked through bushes, snow piles, in hope finding the gentleman. After 2 hours, he found the gentleman collapsing on a pile of snow.
Ikay Gave His Life to Save O-Li-San
Ikay secured the gentleman on his back and slowly walked back to the hut. The gentleman suffered severe hypothermia, but was still alive.
Quickly, Ikay made a fire and brought the gentleman close to the fire to warm up the gentleman.
The gentleman finally woke up and said,
"What a dream! Where am I?"
Then he found out he was in the hut. Then he called out Ikay, and found no trace of Ikay. Ikay was made of ice; once he touched the fire, he melted. Ikay was gone. He went back to the heaven.
The old gentleman rescued Ikay from the misery. Ikay paid him back with his own life to save the old gentleman from being frozen to death.
What goes around, it came around; this is the universal truth. This is Karma.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
When a caterpillar dies, a butterfly emerges.
When a caterpillar dies, a butterfly emerges. When one career ends, a new career emerges. The story of Nydia illustrates the resiliency of a human being.
A Happy Dancer
Nydia was a dancer since she was born. Her mom told her that she danced in mommy' tummy whenever her brothers played drums. Her two brothers were excellent drummers. Listening to the drum beats, Nydia could caliographed herself into the rhythm of the drum beats. Nydia and her family lived on a shore of Phillipine, where the sun rise and sunset provided nature rhythm that had both nurtured and inspired her brothers to drum, and Nydia to dance with the drum rhythm.
Typhoon Changed Her Life
Their life was changed when Typhone Ellen hit Phillipine in 1959. The wind howeled, and tsunami-like wave swept through the Phillipine shore and swept through her house and tore her house apart. During the Typhone tormenting hour, Nydia felt something hit her head. In a bleak moment, everything turned dark. When she opened her eye, she found herself lay in a hospital with a big plaster cast on her legs. Her uncle and aunt were there; but not for her dad, mom, and two brothers.
"Where are my dad, mom, and brothers? " asked the Nydia.
"Unfortunately, they were all dead; we are lucky to find you still alive. We sent you to a hospital right away?" Said the uncle and the aunt.
"Am I going to be able to dance again?" Looking worrily at plasters casted on her legs, Nydia asked.
"We hope so; however, the doctors were not as optimistic as we are." Said the aunt and the uncle.
Nydia was so sad or she had lost her dad, her mom, and her mothers. She also realized that she could not dance any more. In the hospital, she ate less, and less. As a result, she got thinner and thinner. Her doctors were worried. So were her aunt and uncle.
A New Hope
One day, her uncle showed up on her hospital bed and presented her a drum.
" We managed to salvage your brothers' drums and saved this one." Said the uncle, nd began to beat the drum with a rhythm that Nydia was familiar with, and then gave the drum to Nydia.
Nydia beamed on her face; but she was too weak to have the strength to beat the drum.
" You must eat to gain your strength back to play the drum as good as your brothers".
With 'hope' in her mind, she began to eat and gradually gained the strength back. When she was fully recovered, she was discharged from the hospital. However, even she was discharged, she was still in wheel chair. The doctors told her that she would no longer dance again. 'It is quite ok; I am going to be a great drummer like my brothers." she said.
As soon as she was discharged, she began to search a teacher for drumming: the master drummer of the village, Mr. Acosta. When Nydia knocked on Acosta's house, Acosta opened the door and said, "Welcome, you are the smallest drummer of the class. ". "But I would have the loudest drum beats in the class." She replied.
Learning Drumming from a Master
Mr. Acosta was approximately in the 60's. He had been playing drum all through his life. Besides learning basic drumming techniques and rhythms from his teachers, he also created his own. He had been performing all through Phillipine; sometimes went oversea to Taiwan, Korea, and Japan. Naturally, he had many students in the class. They were older kids; Nydia was the youngest. But Nydia was undeterred. She was always the first person showing up in the class, while the last person to leave. On many occasions while waiting for other students to show up, Mr. Acosta would teach Nydia special drumming technique and rhythms. When Nydia went home, she practiced drumming hours and hours on drumming. Nydia's was making exponential-type of progress in drumming.
Many times her teacher asked her to play a bigger drum; she always politely refused. She said that this was the drum that my brothers played when they were alive. This drum gave her strength and hope.
As expected, she had become the best drummer in Mr. Acosta's class.
Parade
One day, the mayor of City Imari, where both Mr. Acosta and Nydia lived, came to visited Mr. Acosta and invited Mr. Acosta to lead a city parade with a group of drummers that Mr. Acosta picked. City of Imari was celebrating her 100 years anniversary.
Mr. Acosta hand-picked a group of drummers and rehearsed 3 times per week for three weeks. The day before the parade, Mr. Acosta announced, " Nydia will lead the drumming with me". This was quite a honor to Nydia for four the past 30 years when Acosta led the drumming parade, he had never asked his students to co-led the parade. Nydia was the first he asked to co-lead. The youngest drummer who was a wheel-chair.
The parade day came; and all the drummers and other performers were gathering in front of the City Hall; but Mr. Acosta was not there. Mr. Acosta was known to be late in every gathering; so people at the gathering patiently wait for him.
But, after waiting 30 minutes, and the time was 15 minutes passing 12:00 PM, the Mayor decided to proceed the parade without Mr. Acosta. The Mayor looked around and hand-picked an a tallest male drummer to lead. 'I am the person Mr. Acosta asked me to lead', Nydia protested, and said these words firmly and assertively. The Mayor apologized and Nydia proceeded to lead the drumming troupe.
Thus Nydia led the drumming troupe with her uncle push her as she was still on a wheel-chair. The parade started with a steady drumming rhythm; after 10 minutes, the rhythm changed to a different pattern with a gradually increasing drumming volume. Nydia then gave a signal for the parade to change the orinally planned route to a route that would lead to Mr. Acosta's home. After 10 minutes, the parade came to a halt where they saw Mr. Acosta hurting under the bridge. Mr. Acosta was riding his bike with a full speed to catch up the parade; he rode too fast and slammed into a light pole on the bridge and was throwing out the bike and felt onto a river bank. He was painfully and severely injured. The Mayor dispatched a medic team to quickly send Mr. Acosta to hospital.
Nydia Rescued Her Drumming Master
When the rescue work was done, Nydia continue to lead the parade until the end. The Mayor thanked her, and congratulated her for the successful lead of the parade.
A few weeks later, Mr. Acosta recovered. When Nydia went back for lessons, Mr. Acosta gave her a new drum. " I think you are at least as good as your brothers; you should try something new".
Nydia accepted the new drum with gratitude and satisfaction. She has turned herself from a dancer to a drummer.
A Happy Dancer
Nydia was a dancer since she was born. Her mom told her that she danced in mommy' tummy whenever her brothers played drums. Her two brothers were excellent drummers. Listening to the drum beats, Nydia could caliographed herself into the rhythm of the drum beats. Nydia and her family lived on a shore of Phillipine, where the sun rise and sunset provided nature rhythm that had both nurtured and inspired her brothers to drum, and Nydia to dance with the drum rhythm.
Typhoon Changed Her Life
Their life was changed when Typhone Ellen hit Phillipine in 1959. The wind howeled, and tsunami-like wave swept through the Phillipine shore and swept through her house and tore her house apart. During the Typhone tormenting hour, Nydia felt something hit her head. In a bleak moment, everything turned dark. When she opened her eye, she found herself lay in a hospital with a big plaster cast on her legs. Her uncle and aunt were there; but not for her dad, mom, and two brothers.
"Where are my dad, mom, and brothers? " asked the Nydia.
"Unfortunately, they were all dead; we are lucky to find you still alive. We sent you to a hospital right away?" Said the uncle and the aunt.
"Am I going to be able to dance again?" Looking worrily at plasters casted on her legs, Nydia asked.
"We hope so; however, the doctors were not as optimistic as we are." Said the aunt and the uncle.
Nydia was so sad or she had lost her dad, her mom, and her mothers. She also realized that she could not dance any more. In the hospital, she ate less, and less. As a result, she got thinner and thinner. Her doctors were worried. So were her aunt and uncle.
A New Hope
One day, her uncle showed up on her hospital bed and presented her a drum.
" We managed to salvage your brothers' drums and saved this one." Said the uncle, nd began to beat the drum with a rhythm that Nydia was familiar with, and then gave the drum to Nydia.
Nydia beamed on her face; but she was too weak to have the strength to beat the drum.
" You must eat to gain your strength back to play the drum as good as your brothers".
With 'hope' in her mind, she began to eat and gradually gained the strength back. When she was fully recovered, she was discharged from the hospital. However, even she was discharged, she was still in wheel chair. The doctors told her that she would no longer dance again. 'It is quite ok; I am going to be a great drummer like my brothers." she said.
As soon as she was discharged, she began to search a teacher for drumming: the master drummer of the village, Mr. Acosta. When Nydia knocked on Acosta's house, Acosta opened the door and said, "Welcome, you are the smallest drummer of the class. ". "But I would have the loudest drum beats in the class." She replied.
Learning Drumming from a Master
Mr. Acosta was approximately in the 60's. He had been playing drum all through his life. Besides learning basic drumming techniques and rhythms from his teachers, he also created his own. He had been performing all through Phillipine; sometimes went oversea to Taiwan, Korea, and Japan. Naturally, he had many students in the class. They were older kids; Nydia was the youngest. But Nydia was undeterred. She was always the first person showing up in the class, while the last person to leave. On many occasions while waiting for other students to show up, Mr. Acosta would teach Nydia special drumming technique and rhythms. When Nydia went home, she practiced drumming hours and hours on drumming. Nydia's was making exponential-type of progress in drumming.
Many times her teacher asked her to play a bigger drum; she always politely refused. She said that this was the drum that my brothers played when they were alive. This drum gave her strength and hope.
As expected, she had become the best drummer in Mr. Acosta's class.
Parade
One day, the mayor of City Imari, where both Mr. Acosta and Nydia lived, came to visited Mr. Acosta and invited Mr. Acosta to lead a city parade with a group of drummers that Mr. Acosta picked. City of Imari was celebrating her 100 years anniversary.
Mr. Acosta hand-picked a group of drummers and rehearsed 3 times per week for three weeks. The day before the parade, Mr. Acosta announced, " Nydia will lead the drumming with me". This was quite a honor to Nydia for four the past 30 years when Acosta led the drumming parade, he had never asked his students to co-led the parade. Nydia was the first he asked to co-lead. The youngest drummer who was a wheel-chair.
The parade day came; and all the drummers and other performers were gathering in front of the City Hall; but Mr. Acosta was not there. Mr. Acosta was known to be late in every gathering; so people at the gathering patiently wait for him.
But, after waiting 30 minutes, and the time was 15 minutes passing 12:00 PM, the Mayor decided to proceed the parade without Mr. Acosta. The Mayor looked around and hand-picked an a tallest male drummer to lead. 'I am the person Mr. Acosta asked me to lead', Nydia protested, and said these words firmly and assertively. The Mayor apologized and Nydia proceeded to lead the drumming troupe.
Thus Nydia led the drumming troupe with her uncle push her as she was still on a wheel-chair. The parade started with a steady drumming rhythm; after 10 minutes, the rhythm changed to a different pattern with a gradually increasing drumming volume. Nydia then gave a signal for the parade to change the orinally planned route to a route that would lead to Mr. Acosta's home. After 10 minutes, the parade came to a halt where they saw Mr. Acosta hurting under the bridge. Mr. Acosta was riding his bike with a full speed to catch up the parade; he rode too fast and slammed into a light pole on the bridge and was throwing out the bike and felt onto a river bank. He was painfully and severely injured. The Mayor dispatched a medic team to quickly send Mr. Acosta to hospital.
Nydia Rescued Her Drumming Master
When the rescue work was done, Nydia continue to lead the parade until the end. The Mayor thanked her, and congratulated her for the successful lead of the parade.
A few weeks later, Mr. Acosta recovered. When Nydia went back for lessons, Mr. Acosta gave her a new drum. " I think you are at least as good as your brothers; you should try something new".
Nydia accepted the new drum with gratitude and satisfaction. She has turned herself from a dancer to a drummer.
My 2014-Reflection
As the year of 2014 is approaching to an end, there are many things to be thankful. I thank God, and my family to bless me with good health, a career of fulfillment, and many joy of story-telling, water color paintings, and have met many good friends both professionally and non-professionally. I will elaborate those things one-by-one in the latter paragraphs.
Mindfulness Teaching
The most important meeting and the most reflective learning that I have ever received this year was my attendance of the Faculty College meeting at UW-Richland, where I learned about using 'mindfulness' in teaching from my instructor Dr. Joanne Gonzawa. I used some of the techniques such meditation in both of my Thermodynamics class and in my Environmental class. The results of the end-of-semester survey are mixed; half of the students taking the survey really like it; half of them did not care about it. I will discuss the results with other colleagues to fine-tuning my teaching technique in the future. On the side note, I read several books written by the Vietnamese Monk, Thick Nahn Hahn. As a result, I also learn about 'mindfulness' on my own.
The Prince-- by Machiavelli
I am very blessed having a brother, Dr. Ting-Kai Chen, my mentor and my guide through out my life. Dr. Chen made a presentation on The Prince and sent me a DVD. As a result, my intellectual horizon is expanded. Personally, I feel that what The Prince preached are dangerous, but unfortunately had been exploited by ruthless politicians and corporate C.E.O. through centuries. It is important for us to be aware of the traps and tricks that we have all experienced in our life by those who are machiavellians.
The China Studies and Dr. Pearson's Presentations
Dr. Collin Campbell's book, "The China Studies" on nutrition is monumental to my life. This book is highly recommended by UW-Green Bay nutrition faculty. The book advises against animal products consumption because animal products serve both an initiator and a promotor of cancers. The mice studies were very convincing. In Google search, you can always find many Nay Sayers attacking his statistical methods for human studies; but none of them can repute his repeated mice study. The take is to stay away from animal product consumption if we want to live a longer and a healthier life.
Dr. Pearson (a UW-Green Bay nutrition professor) presentations advises avoiding all processed foods as they all contains HFCS (High Fructose Corn Syrup) as they are the culprits for producing high uric acid, and triglyceride that triggers insulin resistance, the source of all chronicle problems.
State of Health
Comparing to 2009 when I just came back from Taiwan sabbatical, my health has been greatly improved. This improvement comes largely from my self-discipline in taking care of myself. Thank God, I have such a gifted trait. This is the second year I am antibiotic resistant H pylori free. Yearly endoscope examination is changed to every 2 years ( a sign of health improvement). Am I completely free of hidden disease? Absolutely not. I still have chronicle gastritis, and precancerous interstitial metaplasia in my stomach. I am continuously searching for the cure not from orthodox doctors, but from health knowledge through readings. I believe that all chronic diseases are caused by imbalance of life- body, mental, social, and spiritual. A balance life style is the root of healing.
Other health improvement includes largely recovery of the herniated disk that I had suffered last year; no single cold even I did not take the flue vaccine this year, and less allergy problems comparing with the situation last year. The back pain recovery is amazing. I did not go through surgery; but diligent physical therapy exercises. By eating right, and sleep right, we all can keep cold or flue at bay.
Everyday, I will find opportunity to walk and to swim. In the winter time, I add snowshoeing to my routine. Last month, I added resistance exercise and yoga exercise. Every morning, I try to meditate for 20 minutes; every night, before going to bed, I say gratitude to what I have. I am not super-healthy: my LDL was 105, few points higher. Blood pressure is in the borderline between normal and pre-hypertensive. Thank God, my fast sugar level is now below 100. Few years ago, my fast sugar used to be at the borderline of pre-diabetics.
Arts, Music, and Story-Telling
I do not have any talent in drawing or painting. I remember, when I was a freshman at Tsing Hua university, trying to become a nuclear engineer, I was flunked out the engineering drawing class. I was unable to visualize a profile and draw the profile when a plane is cutting through a cone. But, again, my best gift is that I work hard, and persistent. I continuously draw whenever I have time. This year, the (painting) group hired a teacher, Charlie, who had given me important pointers in creating arts. One of the most important pointers is that a good painting must have a good flow in the work; similar to the good writing which must have a good flow. To sketch a human profile, one must dissect the profile into several portions and complete the portion in sequence. This year, I had created several art pieces that I fell very proud of. Two of the art piece are display here:
Although I had played recorders many years, this year, I feel that I did not make any progress at all, even I had attended Yearly Whitewater Recorder workshop and participate in biweekly rehearsal practice. Lack of time to practice is one reason; the other reason is due to my poor eye sights. This December, I will have an eye doctor appointment. Hopefully, through new glass prescription, and eye exercise, and through determination, I can have more time to practice playing recorder next year.
I enjoy story-telling. Reading Monk Thich Nahn Hahn's work gives me an inspiration to come up with a creation story from Vietnamese folk lore. I am very proud that I was invited to tell this story in the story-telling concert during the Wisconsin Story-teller gathering in the fall. During the event, I was able to meet best Wisconsin story tellers such as Debra Wildflower, Jean Andrew, and Terry Visger. A photo of such gathering is attached here.
I was one of the story-teller performer at 2014 Wisget Story-Telling concert in New London, WI
Folk dancing
I picked up folk dancing from a friend, Barbara Westhohan. Since then, I love it. I like the Eastern European music and the complex form of the dance. This year, I have attended 3 dance workshops which included Fox Valley Folk Dancer's workshop in April, Door County Folk Dance Festival in July, and Oconowoc Folk Dance workshop. Our dance group gracefully allowed me teach several dances that I learned from the workshops. This includes: La Lyonnaise (a French mixer dance), Kolo Zita (a Croatia dance), and Idam Ne Idam ( a Bulgaria dance). I enjoy both dancing and teaching dance. Yet, often, my busy school schedule get into the way for me to study more about the dance. I do not know whether the situation will change in 2015,
Shows and movies
Unlike Meeilei who volunteers at PAC and have many opportunities to see the show many times a year, this year, I saw 2 shows performed at PAC (Performing Art Center). The first was Sister Act, a comedy musical. This was my Christmas present from my wife. Thank you Meeilei. This musical centers a pop singer who took refuge in a chapel and disguised as a nun to escape gangs who wanted to kill her because she had witness a murder committed by the gang. This pop singer turned a dull choir into a lively choir; a lovely, funny musical. The second PAC show was the nutcracker. This again was a lottery prize from Meeilei's volunteer appreciation banquet. I always love to watch nutcracker; it is imaginative and artistic. I would not get tired watching the show.
Two high school musicals were also very entertaining: one was Shrek by Appleton North High School, and the other, Adam's Family by Appleton East High School. Both shows were well-done; considering the efforts of teachers, students, and volunteers.
One hundred foot journey was a well done movie; although the movie is all about cooking, it is funny, romantic and has a good message.
Family Fun
In early June, my son, Victor, asked us to take care of Morgan because he and his wife was celebrating 10 years wedding anniversary. Victor and Jill went to Organ for a hiking trip, while Morgan stayed with us. This turns out a great joy for us. We took her to a water park, where she found a water slide she could handle. She literally sled hundred times on that slide. Then, we took her to a children museum where she pretended to be a fireman. At home, we had a marching band in our living room and a story time when A-Ma read stories to Morgan. There was a Father's Day celebration of the church at the butterfly garden; Morgan and I had a 3-leg walk-race. When Victor and Jill came home to pick Morgan up, Morgan said to her parent that they can have another vacation, because she had wonderful time with the grandparents.
Ama taught Morgan how to putt a golf ball in the Father's Day celebration at a church outdoor service.
Ama and Morgan are buddy-buddy.
Chen Family Annual Reunion and Get together occurred in late July when Leo and his family, and Victor and his family visited home together. Two granddaughters loved to play monster game with me; and two granddaughters played doctor and patient each other (Kaitlyn always be the doctor, and Morgan always the patient). At the playground, I witnessed a great athletic talent from Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn did an excellent job at the balance beam. Both granddaughters were very focused in taking the tennis lesson. At the pool, Morgan really showed off because she already have one year swimming lesson. Our reunion concluded at the Milwaukee State Fair.
Ama and Morgan are buddy-buddy.
Trip
Unlike Meeilei who took many long trips in a year, I manage to have one memorable trip with Meeilei and her brothers and sisters to Cancun, Mexico at the end of my busy fall semester. Cancun is my favor vacation spot; it is warm and near the ocean with perfect beach. It does not change the time zone. I had great conversation with Meeilei's siblings; on top of that, I learned about Mexico's history; the story about an eagle devouring a snake (Mexico's national symbol) and Our Lady of Guadalupe.
In 1325, 200 years before the Spaniard's Conquest, Aztec listened to their god's message to search an island in Lake Texcoco where an eagle was devouring a snake. From that island, god promised them to build the Mexican nation.
In 1510, the Spaniards used the sighting of 'Our Lady of Guadalupe' to convert Aztec into catholics. In 1810, the Mexicans used 'Our Lady of Guadalupe' to rebel against the Spaniards.
Looking into 2015
I will be 69 years old in 2015; although there will be more wearing and tearing as I aged, I also will become more knowledgeable about taking care of myself, giving advise and offering helping hands to family members and friends, mentoring students, finding more time with my family, continuing to be productive as a faculty member, enjoying life through music, art, dance and story-telling. Life is a gift; as long as I am still alive, I thank God to give me days to live, to contribute, and to celebrate life.
Mindfulness Teaching
The most important meeting and the most reflective learning that I have ever received this year was my attendance of the Faculty College meeting at UW-Richland, where I learned about using 'mindfulness' in teaching from my instructor Dr. Joanne Gonzawa. I used some of the techniques such meditation in both of my Thermodynamics class and in my Environmental class. The results of the end-of-semester survey are mixed; half of the students taking the survey really like it; half of them did not care about it. I will discuss the results with other colleagues to fine-tuning my teaching technique in the future. On the side note, I read several books written by the Vietnamese Monk, Thick Nahn Hahn. As a result, I also learn about 'mindfulness' on my own.
The Prince-- by Machiavelli
I am very blessed having a brother, Dr. Ting-Kai Chen, my mentor and my guide through out my life. Dr. Chen made a presentation on The Prince and sent me a DVD. As a result, my intellectual horizon is expanded. Personally, I feel that what The Prince preached are dangerous, but unfortunately had been exploited by ruthless politicians and corporate C.E.O. through centuries. It is important for us to be aware of the traps and tricks that we have all experienced in our life by those who are machiavellians.
The China Studies and Dr. Pearson's Presentations
Dr. Collin Campbell's book, "The China Studies" on nutrition is monumental to my life. This book is highly recommended by UW-Green Bay nutrition faculty. The book advises against animal products consumption because animal products serve both an initiator and a promotor of cancers. The mice studies were very convincing. In Google search, you can always find many Nay Sayers attacking his statistical methods for human studies; but none of them can repute his repeated mice study. The take is to stay away from animal product consumption if we want to live a longer and a healthier life.
Dr. Pearson (a UW-Green Bay nutrition professor) presentations advises avoiding all processed foods as they all contains HFCS (High Fructose Corn Syrup) as they are the culprits for producing high uric acid, and triglyceride that triggers insulin resistance, the source of all chronicle problems.
State of Health
Comparing to 2009 when I just came back from Taiwan sabbatical, my health has been greatly improved. This improvement comes largely from my self-discipline in taking care of myself. Thank God, I have such a gifted trait. This is the second year I am antibiotic resistant H pylori free. Yearly endoscope examination is changed to every 2 years ( a sign of health improvement). Am I completely free of hidden disease? Absolutely not. I still have chronicle gastritis, and precancerous interstitial metaplasia in my stomach. I am continuously searching for the cure not from orthodox doctors, but from health knowledge through readings. I believe that all chronic diseases are caused by imbalance of life- body, mental, social, and spiritual. A balance life style is the root of healing.
Other health improvement includes largely recovery of the herniated disk that I had suffered last year; no single cold even I did not take the flue vaccine this year, and less allergy problems comparing with the situation last year. The back pain recovery is amazing. I did not go through surgery; but diligent physical therapy exercises. By eating right, and sleep right, we all can keep cold or flue at bay.
Everyday, I will find opportunity to walk and to swim. In the winter time, I add snowshoeing to my routine. Last month, I added resistance exercise and yoga exercise. Every morning, I try to meditate for 20 minutes; every night, before going to bed, I say gratitude to what I have. I am not super-healthy: my LDL was 105, few points higher. Blood pressure is in the borderline between normal and pre-hypertensive. Thank God, my fast sugar level is now below 100. Few years ago, my fast sugar used to be at the borderline of pre-diabetics.
Arts, Music, and Story-Telling
I do not have any talent in drawing or painting. I remember, when I was a freshman at Tsing Hua university, trying to become a nuclear engineer, I was flunked out the engineering drawing class. I was unable to visualize a profile and draw the profile when a plane is cutting through a cone. But, again, my best gift is that I work hard, and persistent. I continuously draw whenever I have time. This year, the (painting) group hired a teacher, Charlie, who had given me important pointers in creating arts. One of the most important pointers is that a good painting must have a good flow in the work; similar to the good writing which must have a good flow. To sketch a human profile, one must dissect the profile into several portions and complete the portion in sequence. This year, I had created several art pieces that I fell very proud of. Two of the art piece are display here:
Although I had played recorders many years, this year, I feel that I did not make any progress at all, even I had attended Yearly Whitewater Recorder workshop and participate in biweekly rehearsal practice. Lack of time to practice is one reason; the other reason is due to my poor eye sights. This December, I will have an eye doctor appointment. Hopefully, through new glass prescription, and eye exercise, and through determination, I can have more time to practice playing recorder next year.
I enjoy story-telling. Reading Monk Thich Nahn Hahn's work gives me an inspiration to come up with a creation story from Vietnamese folk lore. I am very proud that I was invited to tell this story in the story-telling concert during the Wisconsin Story-teller gathering in the fall. During the event, I was able to meet best Wisconsin story tellers such as Debra Wildflower, Jean Andrew, and Terry Visger. A photo of such gathering is attached here.
I was one of the story-teller performer at 2014 Wisget Story-Telling concert in New London, WI
Folk dancing
I picked up folk dancing from a friend, Barbara Westhohan. Since then, I love it. I like the Eastern European music and the complex form of the dance. This year, I have attended 3 dance workshops which included Fox Valley Folk Dancer's workshop in April, Door County Folk Dance Festival in July, and Oconowoc Folk Dance workshop. Our dance group gracefully allowed me teach several dances that I learned from the workshops. This includes: La Lyonnaise (a French mixer dance), Kolo Zita (a Croatia dance), and Idam Ne Idam ( a Bulgaria dance). I enjoy both dancing and teaching dance. Yet, often, my busy school schedule get into the way for me to study more about the dance. I do not know whether the situation will change in 2015,
Shows and movies
Unlike Meeilei who volunteers at PAC and have many opportunities to see the show many times a year, this year, I saw 2 shows performed at PAC (Performing Art Center). The first was Sister Act, a comedy musical. This was my Christmas present from my wife. Thank you Meeilei. This musical centers a pop singer who took refuge in a chapel and disguised as a nun to escape gangs who wanted to kill her because she had witness a murder committed by the gang. This pop singer turned a dull choir into a lively choir; a lovely, funny musical. The second PAC show was the nutcracker. This again was a lottery prize from Meeilei's volunteer appreciation banquet. I always love to watch nutcracker; it is imaginative and artistic. I would not get tired watching the show.
Two high school musicals were also very entertaining: one was Shrek by Appleton North High School, and the other, Adam's Family by Appleton East High School. Both shows were well-done; considering the efforts of teachers, students, and volunteers.
One hundred foot journey was a well done movie; although the movie is all about cooking, it is funny, romantic and has a good message.
Family Fun
In early June, my son, Victor, asked us to take care of Morgan because he and his wife was celebrating 10 years wedding anniversary. Victor and Jill went to Organ for a hiking trip, while Morgan stayed with us. This turns out a great joy for us. We took her to a water park, where she found a water slide she could handle. She literally sled hundred times on that slide. Then, we took her to a children museum where she pretended to be a fireman. At home, we had a marching band in our living room and a story time when A-Ma read stories to Morgan. There was a Father's Day celebration of the church at the butterfly garden; Morgan and I had a 3-leg walk-race. When Victor and Jill came home to pick Morgan up, Morgan said to her parent that they can have another vacation, because she had wonderful time with the grandparents.
Ama taught Morgan how to putt a golf ball in the Father's Day celebration at a church outdoor service.
Ama and Morgan are buddy-buddy.
Chen Family Annual Reunion and Get together occurred in late July when Leo and his family, and Victor and his family visited home together. Two granddaughters loved to play monster game with me; and two granddaughters played doctor and patient each other (Kaitlyn always be the doctor, and Morgan always the patient). At the playground, I witnessed a great athletic talent from Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn did an excellent job at the balance beam. Both granddaughters were very focused in taking the tennis lesson. At the pool, Morgan really showed off because she already have one year swimming lesson. Our reunion concluded at the Milwaukee State Fair.
Ama and Morgan are buddy-buddy.
Trip
Unlike Meeilei who took many long trips in a year, I manage to have one memorable trip with Meeilei and her brothers and sisters to Cancun, Mexico at the end of my busy fall semester. Cancun is my favor vacation spot; it is warm and near the ocean with perfect beach. It does not change the time zone. I had great conversation with Meeilei's siblings; on top of that, I learned about Mexico's history; the story about an eagle devouring a snake (Mexico's national symbol) and Our Lady of Guadalupe.
In 1325, 200 years before the Spaniard's Conquest, Aztec listened to their god's message to search an island in Lake Texcoco where an eagle was devouring a snake. From that island, god promised them to build the Mexican nation.
In 1510, the Spaniards used the sighting of 'Our Lady of Guadalupe' to convert Aztec into catholics. In 1810, the Mexicans used 'Our Lady of Guadalupe' to rebel against the Spaniards.
Looking into 2015
I will be 69 years old in 2015; although there will be more wearing and tearing as I aged, I also will become more knowledgeable about taking care of myself, giving advise and offering helping hands to family members and friends, mentoring students, finding more time with my family, continuing to be productive as a faculty member, enjoying life through music, art, dance and story-telling. Life is a gift; as long as I am still alive, I thank God to give me days to live, to contribute, and to celebrate life.
Monday, November 17, 2014
The Chinese Bamboo Tree--The Patience Pays Off
A farmer planted some Chinese bamboo seeds. For one whole year, he watered them and fertilized them.
Nothing happened.
The farmer’s wife said, “Why don’t you plant something else and stop wasting your time with this nonsense?”
The farmer just smiled at her and said, “Just wait.”
The next year, the farmer faithfully watered and fertilized the seeds.
Nothing happened.
His wife became very exasperated with him and insisted he plant onions or some crop that would bring them some quick cash.
The farmer just smiled and said, “Just wait.”
The third year came and went with the farmer patiently watering and fertilizing the bamboo seeds. By this time, his wife was quite upset and in her frustration, went and planted her own garden.
The fourth year came and went. By this time, the wife thought her husband was completely crazy. After all, HER garden had earned them a good living!
The fifth year came. Still, the farmer steadfastly refused to plant anything else. He patiently watered and fertilized his bamboo seeds.
Suddenly, during the fifth year, the bamboo sprouted. The Chinese bamboo tree seed lies dormant for five years before sprouting.
It grew ninety feet in just six weeks, and quickly overtook the whole garden!
The farmer harvested the bamboo and made a huge profit.
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It can be very discouraging when it appears we’re doing everything right and nothing is happening. But if you keep on going, things WILL happen and you’ll start seeing the rewards of your efforts.
If you want great results 5 years from now, plant those seeds now. Water them with positive thoughts and fertilize them with loving feelings.
Every day, and I do mean every day, think about what you want your life to look like in 5 years. Even if you can’t quite fill in the details yet, if you just spend 5 or 10 minutes daydreaming about your life, your mind will create a mental image that becomes richer and more detailed every time. This will bring some incredible solutions to your awareness and if you act on that information, you’ll make great progress.
Even if it seems like progress is nonexistent, keep going. Keep your mind’s eye focused on the goal. Patience and persistence will yield great rewards!
And when it comes to the changes within you that come from meditation… there’s a lot going on under the surface that you may not be aware of at all, and you may be tempted to think that meditation is not working. It is! The seed has to be ready to sprout, and the timing cannot be rushed. When meditation has done its work by nurturing you, then your own amazing potential will sprout!
Nothing happened.
The farmer’s wife said, “Why don’t you plant something else and stop wasting your time with this nonsense?”
The farmer just smiled at her and said, “Just wait.”
The next year, the farmer faithfully watered and fertilized the seeds.
Nothing happened.
His wife became very exasperated with him and insisted he plant onions or some crop that would bring them some quick cash.
The farmer just smiled and said, “Just wait.”
The third year came and went with the farmer patiently watering and fertilizing the bamboo seeds. By this time, his wife was quite upset and in her frustration, went and planted her own garden.
The fourth year came and went. By this time, the wife thought her husband was completely crazy. After all, HER garden had earned them a good living!
The fifth year came. Still, the farmer steadfastly refused to plant anything else. He patiently watered and fertilized his bamboo seeds.
Suddenly, during the fifth year, the bamboo sprouted. The Chinese bamboo tree seed lies dormant for five years before sprouting.
It grew ninety feet in just six weeks, and quickly overtook the whole garden!
The farmer harvested the bamboo and made a huge profit.
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It can be very discouraging when it appears we’re doing everything right and nothing is happening. But if you keep on going, things WILL happen and you’ll start seeing the rewards of your efforts.
If you want great results 5 years from now, plant those seeds now. Water them with positive thoughts and fertilize them with loving feelings.
Every day, and I do mean every day, think about what you want your life to look like in 5 years. Even if you can’t quite fill in the details yet, if you just spend 5 or 10 minutes daydreaming about your life, your mind will create a mental image that becomes richer and more detailed every time. This will bring some incredible solutions to your awareness and if you act on that information, you’ll make great progress.
Even if it seems like progress is nonexistent, keep going. Keep your mind’s eye focused on the goal. Patience and persistence will yield great rewards!
And when it comes to the changes within you that come from meditation… there’s a lot going on under the surface that you may not be aware of at all, and you may be tempted to think that meditation is not working. It is! The seed has to be ready to sprout, and the timing cannot be rushed. When meditation has done its work by nurturing you, then your own amazing potential will sprout!
Friday, September 5, 2014
Machiavelli, Villian or hero? Part II
When I was at Princeton University in 1971, I had lunch conversation with a political major student. She said that 'politics' as well as 'political major' bear the baggage of 'bad reputation'. The more the history 'verifies' the prediction of The Prince , the worse the reputation for 'politics' and 'political science'. Politics in history has been considered as heartless, ruthless, cunning and dirty; no individual with dignity would like to be involved in politics.
The fact that Machiavelli was regarded as the father of the political science does not help improve images of politics and political science.
Does politics and political science has to be the way Machiavelli described, ruthless, cruelty, etc.?
How much trust we shall give historians or scholars who had elevated Machiavelli to the status of 'Father of the Political Science'. ? Can't we be so sure that historians and scholars are non-biased?
Growing up in Taiwan, I know first-hand that history can be so biased to favor the oppressor side. Chiang Kai-Sheik and his Chinese troops colonized Taiwan in 1945. The history I read was all about the glory of Chinese territory expansion; not a single word mentioning how many Tibetan and Muslim minority were killed in Tibet and in Xing-Jiang (新疆).
It needs to be recognized that history was written by people with social privilege and status and has never been written by the under-privilege populace. Those socially-biased 'historians' can always find justifications for the over-advantageous individual, can honor their hero such Machiavelli as the 'father' of political science, and can defend Machiavelli's statue by citing numerous examples including Hitler (1989-1945) Stalin ( 1878-1953) Mao Zedong (1893-1976) and Chiang Kai-Sheik (1887-1975) as these leaders all fit into the descriptions of The Prince.
One can say that if politics is for exploitation of a few against a populace, then political leaders can be ruthless against their opponent, can be deceitful to the populace, and can justify the means with their final goal of exploitation. The results of such exploitation were the misery of populace, stories of such misery were captured in numerous famous literature, including Victor Huggo's 'Les Miserables'.
Great political leaders do not have to be characters portrayed by Machiavelli. Abraham Lincoln was a typical example. Not only Lincoln had political skills to lead America in such a turmoil time, his personal and political moral or ethics are consistent, not what Machiavelli had preached that political and personal ethics are separate entity.
Machiavelli said that the prince must have troops to carry out his policy. That is true for colonial powers and for authoritarians. However, this is not true for spiritual political leaders such as Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (1869-1948) and Martin Luther King (1929-1968) Jr. Both of them changed the history. None of this two spiritual political leaders have troops to back them up. To be continued.
The fact that Machiavelli was regarded as the father of the political science does not help improve images of politics and political science.
Does politics and political science has to be the way Machiavelli described, ruthless, cruelty, etc.?
How much trust we shall give historians or scholars who had elevated Machiavelli to the status of 'Father of the Political Science'. ? Can't we be so sure that historians and scholars are non-biased?
Growing up in Taiwan, I know first-hand that history can be so biased to favor the oppressor side. Chiang Kai-Sheik and his Chinese troops colonized Taiwan in 1945. The history I read was all about the glory of Chinese territory expansion; not a single word mentioning how many Tibetan and Muslim minority were killed in Tibet and in Xing-Jiang (新疆).
It needs to be recognized that history was written by people with social privilege and status and has never been written by the under-privilege populace. Those socially-biased 'historians' can always find justifications for the over-advantageous individual, can honor their hero such Machiavelli as the 'father' of political science, and can defend Machiavelli's statue by citing numerous examples including Hitler (1989-1945) Stalin ( 1878-1953) Mao Zedong (1893-1976) and Chiang Kai-Sheik (1887-1975) as these leaders all fit into the descriptions of The Prince.
One can say that if politics is for exploitation of a few against a populace, then political leaders can be ruthless against their opponent, can be deceitful to the populace, and can justify the means with their final goal of exploitation. The results of such exploitation were the misery of populace, stories of such misery were captured in numerous famous literature, including Victor Huggo's 'Les Miserables'.
Great political leaders do not have to be characters portrayed by Machiavelli. Abraham Lincoln was a typical example. Not only Lincoln had political skills to lead America in such a turmoil time, his personal and political moral or ethics are consistent, not what Machiavelli had preached that political and personal ethics are separate entity.
Machiavelli said that the prince must have troops to carry out his policy. That is true for colonial powers and for authoritarians. However, this is not true for spiritual political leaders such as Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (1869-1948) and Martin Luther King (1929-1968) Jr. Both of them changed the history. None of this two spiritual political leaders have troops to back them up. To be continued.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Machiavelli, villain or hero? -Part 1
Machiavellian, according to the dictionary, is being or acting in accordance with the principles of government analyzed in Machiavelli's The Prince, in which political expediency is placed above morality and the use of craft and deceit to maintain the authority and carry out the policies of a ruler is described. Yet, the writer of The Prince, was a historian, a writer, an independent thinker, and was considered to be the father of the political science. When he died in 1527, he was buried with honor at the Santa Croce Chapel (Florence) along side with Brunelleschi (the architect who built the dome), Michelangelo (the artist who sculpted David), Botticelli (the artist who painted the birth of Venus), Galileo (the astronomer who said the earth moved around the sun, not the other way around), and Dante (who wrote The Divine Comedy).
Machiavelli was born in Florence in 1469. In 1478 when Machiavelli was 9 years old, he witnessed the political violence, or the so-called Pazzi Conspiracy in which one of the de Medici brothers was killed while the other escaped the assassination attempt. He served as Sodeeini's Secretary (equivalent to today's Secretary of State) from 1498 to 1512. When de Medici regained power in 1512, he was tortured by de Medici. After Machiavelli survived the torture, he wrote the (either famous or notorious) book, "The Prince" in 1513.
The book, The Prince , was dedicated to the magnificent Lorenzo de Medici, to whom Machiavelli considered as a hero even he was tortured by Lorenzo de Medici in 1512.
The Pazzi Conspiracy was an assassination attempt on the de Medici family by the Pazzi family (political rival) who had allied with the Pope in 1478; the time when Machiavelli was only 9 years old. During the attack, Giordano de Medici sought asylum in a church unaware of the alliance between the church and the Pazzi. He was found and was executed at the church. Lorento de Medici, on the other hand, used a different tactics to escape the assassination. He took off his official robe, and disguised as an ordinary peasant, disappeared in a crowd. After he survived the assassination and returned to take revenge on the Pazzi family, the cruelty the Lorento took on his former enemy was far beyond anyone could have imagined. Lorento took no prisoner on his former enemy, not even small children or baby. Machiavelli took notes on this cruelty as part of the traits of 'The Prince'. " Men ought to be indulged or utterly destroyed for if you merely offend them, they take vengeance. But if you injured them greatly, they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance not to be feared." said Machivalli in his book, The Prince. In other words, cruelty was sanctioned by Machiavelli as the golden principle of the government. Machiavelli adored Lorento de Medici, for Lorento was cunning as a fox, and fiercely forceful and as a lion. According to The Prince, these are the traits a political leader must have. 'A political leader, if he cannot be loved and feared at the same time, the leader must be feared.' However, being feared is different from being hated. A leader must not steal property from populace, must not do violence against women. There is no need for generosity as the leader. 'It is too costly of being generous; besides, at the end, the leader must raise taxes to meet his financial need; to which people would hate.' There is no need for a political leader to keep promise, but he must appear to be honest. 'The Prince is never lack of legislative reasons to break his words.' The 'end' justifies the 'means'. Political expediency that includes deceitful tactics will always work because the populace that you govern are forgetful and complacent; they would end up support you if you satisfy their immediate needs. In this discourse, Machiavelli differed from Aristotle (384-322 BC) and Cicero (106-43). In Aristotle's view, politics is something 'ought to be', while in Machiavelli's view, politics is 'what is'. In Cicero's view, 'public and private moral (ethics) are the same', while in Machiavelli's view, politics has no relation to moral (ethics). --To be continued.
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