Kiss the Rain

Rob: To me, making a tape is like writing a letter. There's a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again. A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention (I started with "Got to Get You Off My Mind," but then realized that she might not get any further than track one, side one if I delivered what she wanted straightaway, so I buried it in the middle of side two), and then you've got to up it a notch, or cool it a notch, and you can't have white music and black music together, unless the white music sounds like black music, and you can't have two tracks by the same artist side by side, unless you've done the whole thing in pairs and...oh, there are loads of rules. [High Fidelity]


I have lived in the midwest for now, going on 6 years, and I don't think I've ever remembered a summer as stormy as the one we are having right now. As I was leaving rehearsal tonight, I was inspired by all this intense waterfall to create a playlist that is "rain" or "water" or "weather" inspired. It just occurred to me that this intense natural event is something that has inspired many others before me.

When I got home, I made a couple of rash purchases on iTunes (I should have *never* set up an account) and this is what I came up with. I was also reminded of "High Fidelity" and Rob's philosophy on making mix tapes. With that in mind, this is what I came up with:

Playlist title: Kiss the Rain
1. Raindrop Prelude -- Chopin
2. My Favorite Things -- Julie Andrews
3. Rain on Me -- Ashanti
4. Singin in the Rain -- Jamie Cullum
5. Kiss the Rain -- Billie Myers
6. Deep River -- Utada Hikaru
7. Rain -- Yoko Kanno (Cowboy Bebop OST)
8. Desert Misses the Rain -- Cher
9. Mouthful of Diamonds -- Phantogram
10. Rain -- Mika
11. I Can't Stand the Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) -- Missy Elliot feat. Ann Peebles
12. Rain -- Cunninglynguists
13. Purple Rain (extended version) -- Prince
14. Mizu Kagami -- Fushigi Yuugi OST
15. November Rain -- Guns N' Roses
16. Meet Me by the Water -- Rachael Yamagata
17. Rainy Days and Mondays -- Emmy Rossum
18. Raining in Baltimore -- Counting Crows
19. Ain't No Sunshine -- Michael Jackson
20. Teardrop -- Jose Gonzalez
21. Sunshine -- Gabrielle
22. Brand New Day -- Sting
23. Comtine D'un Autre Ete: L'apres Midi-- Yann Tiersen

It's a little long, but I tried to follow the flow of a storm, starting off calm, and then pounding in the middle, and finishing off soft, with a bright and brand new day. Not only that, but I also wanted to put in songs that I would want to listen to on a rainy day, including all the emotions that one goes through sitting and watching the rain. I liked the idea of opening and closing with a piano piece as well. Also, I thought it was interesting, going through my songs, as well as suggestions by other people, that I got a pretty fair representation of the music that I listen to.

So I'm going to go enjoy this list I put together, but I think this is an interesting way to blog, so I might continue to do it!

Life

We are our decisions and our actions. No matter what you think, it's what you do that counts.

A perfect night

Delicious meal (salad (strawberries, avocado, and red peppers), and bruschetta) a bottle of cold beer, and This American Life, sitting out on my front porch, (valiantly ignoring mosquitos), enjoying the dusk. The cool night air feels amazing on my slightly sunburnt shoulders (evidence from an afternoon of sitting on another porch).

summer totally rejuvenates me. i need to have more nights like this. i never noticed how i am such a person of extremes. i can do several days and nights like this, just relaxing, doing nothing, eating good food, and enjoying an atmosphere. i can also do several nights in a row of not sleeping, intense stress, several immediate commitments, and poor eating. maybe both sides need each other? sometimes i feel guilty about indulging myself a bit with these nights. but then i remember the nights where i barely have even time to stop and think. do they balance each other out? hope so...

in any case, i now have yummy food in my fridge, and quality wine to top it off. and the weather just keeps getting better and better. my soul is happy. :)

Hype 2010!

Check it out!! My set from Hype 2010....thanks to all the dancers!! Had so much fun in the Chi :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rsb9onxmV7I

Creativity

Question: Is creativity a skill that can be developed, or an innate ability to think out of the box?

Dance2xs

Urbanite Spring 2010: Dance2xs UMich presents "Old School"

just watch it. :) so proud of my dance biscuits!!

Vacation

Nothing beats cruising down lake shore drive in the sun with the windows rolled down and the music blasting.

New directions

So i changed the overall look of the blog, and the title because i realized that i was no longer inspired to write because things didn't feel like 'me' as i am now. so, here is my first attempt to align things more closely.

i also realized that i didn't really give this blog a direction. it was mainly a device for me to write about random things in my life the first year i moved to ann arbor. now i don't need a device, but rather have figured out something pretty meaningful to post about.

basically this past year i have come to understand my life as a dynamic equilibrium. In HS chemistry i was obsessed with this concept. the idea was just so....natural to me, yet totally changed the way i thought about equilibrium and states, etc. as with many other concepts in science, i totally extrapolated to everyday life. (I did the same with the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle lol.)

i am constantly feeling tension between multiple factors in my life, yet ultimately i balance everything. i am inspired by many things and feel the need to act upon them. thus, me being pulled in many (in the most case just two main) directions. and while in the moment i feel in flux, i have been constantly reminded that this IS the way i want life to be. i am ultimately in balance when i respond to these multiple inspirations. and that's just who i am.

i definitely feel a constant pressure to choose one of these forces, to specialize, to mark things as hobbies vs. careers. while it may be foolish, for now i'm going to explore ignoring that urge. dynamic equilibrium!

ps. all you hard core chemists, i understand that this is kinda a huuuuge extrapolation of the concept. (originally its about forces in equal but opposite directions in a closed system). i think the idea can be extrapolated. be creative. :)

Dance

So a good friend of mine asked me yesterday, why do you dance?

Especially, he said, when it seems like "There are times when you seem to be killing yourself with dance to the detriment of other things in a way I don't think I would for an activity..."

and it got me thinking....

I have thought about the question why do i dance before. my parents still often ask me, why are you still dancing? what does it mean to you? i always, of course, a little petulantly, say, "because it makes me happy!"

but what does that mean? And in the response to my friend, i started really trying to understand, what it is that happens when i dance, or draws me to dance.

first, its unstoppable. its an urge. its like, there is nothing else i can do but DANCE something out. its this feeling that i get when i hear music, or feel an emotion, or see a story, that all of a sudden coaxes my body into something, and i think to myself, i have to get myself to a studio now.

second, more than an urge to just move, its an urge to create. its like when something moves me, a piece of music, an emotion, a story, my mind naturally wanders to a visual scene that i want to create. i want to translate what i feel into something that someone else can understand and feel as well.

and third, i realized this when i talked to another friend of mine, a lot of times dance is able to express something for myself that words, music, art, can't do for me. Actually mostly just words. I used to diary a lot. write down a lot of my emotions, but there is a way that i did it where i noticed i censored myself. i think before i write it down, and in the translation onto paper or into words, i lose some of that raw feeling that i had in my head. to me, dance is sometimes a much more direct translation of how i feel.

in high school, when i first started to seriously choreograph, i dont think i even thought twice about why i loved it. it was an activity, and i threw 110% of myself into everyone of my activities. (YEA..i was THAT kid). So in HS it was just something I excelled at. but just recently, dance has become much more meaningful to me.

So yes, I sometimes give into that temptation, and sometimes it is to the detriment of everything else that I *should* be doing. I get very little sleep sometimes, don't eat properly, do a lot of crazy things...but hey, i'm in my twenties, and that's allowed, right?

And who defines what I *should* or *shouldn't* be doing to begin with?

2010 resolutions...

a little late but stuff i have been thinking about:

1. have a "me" day at least once every other week. a "me" day is defined as having NOTHING and NOWHERE for me to do or be. I can wake up in the morning, and decide what i want to do right there and then.

2. cook more. eat better. eat less fast food. (urbanite may be my huuuuge exception.)

3. be more financially responsible. (ie. keep a budget. and stick to it. and start saving.)

4. get more sleep.

5. learn to say "no". (ie. condense my schedule).

6. don't do anything i don't want to do. do things that make me happy.

7. keep better in touch with friends.

8. cut myself some slack. life is a process, i don't need to get things done RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW.

9. dance unapologetically.

10. call home more.

10 things to do for 2010!

in transition

Jan. 7, 2010
LAX

As a child I used to love jumping back and forth between hot and cold temperature swimming pools. Some cringed at the drastic temperature change, but I prided myself in being one of the few who could rapidly immerse my body in the two temperatures in succession, seemingly demonstrating my body’s superior adaptability. The point of the exercise was to cleanse the body. The hot temperatures opened your pores, allowing toxins in your body to be released, and the cold temperature pools washed these toxins away. This was supposed to leave your body cleaner, healthier, and ultimately, stronger.

I thought about this metaphor on my plane ride from Asia to the US this time around. Experiencing stark differences can make someone stronger, whether it’s stark differences in water temperatures at the swimming pool, or transplanting oneself from one culture to another. Yet, although the end product is something “good” or beneficial, if one wanted to impart a value judgment on the process (as a sociologist I feel like I am being trained to be value neutral…as if that is possible), the process is harsh. I felt the harshness particularly during this trip, though perhaps I have always felt this in the process of leaving Asia and coming to the United States, or vice versa. The 24 hour period that I am traveling between my homes, in hindsight, is merely a small blip in time compared to the rest of my year. However, during the experience, it is always a painful and heart-wrenching process.

Sometimes its hard to comprehend that within the blink of an eye I can be in two completely different places, with different histories, different cultures, different societies…sometimes its hard to remember that humanity across all geographies possess similarities. Although I know a 24 hr travel period is not necessarily a “blink of the eye”, just think—it used to take people months to travel between continents. They had months to contemplate their journey, and adjust themselves to the thought of being in a new place. They had time for acceptance. Modern technology allows us to be in completely different places, within the day. We process change at much faster rates. Yet, do we process the change, or merely note the differences and move on with our individual lives?

Furthermore, the buffer zone feeling that exists while I am between my two homes is gone after the 24 hours of travel time. Once immersed in a setting, I adapt. Some may argue that is what third culture kids (TCKs) learn to do. I argue that its always been in my personality to adapt. Whatever the cause, once I’m in a place, I’m there. I thrive and become the person that society recognizes. I am lucky to have a great support network in both homes (thus making me feel that both are my homes, as opposed to giving priority to one over the other) and when I leave one to enter the other, I still enter a welcoming atmosphere.

So, it is not the thought of “going somewhere” that is the painful part of this process. I don’t feel this way because I dread coming back to America, or dread going back to Asia. Rather, it is knowing that you are leaving, and knowing where you are going, and being so acutely aware of the differences between the two places, that causes the angst. As opposed to immigrant generations, who have a definite “home country” and “destination country”, I feel like the global citizen gives equal priority to all of their homes. Perhaps I feel this even more since although I am a TCK, I have really only lived in one country abroad: Singapore. Therefore my heart is definitely divided equally between two places—Singapore and the US.

What is even harder sometimes to make sense of is the feeling of being a foreigner and a local at the same time in multiple places. When I go back to Singapore, I love it like a local. I love it with the love of having grown up in the place for over 10 years. While the place has changed, the texture, color, and sensation of the place remains the same. Yet, I am not Singaporean. The way I dress, the way I talk, even some of my values and viewpoints, are not Singaporean. I am always confronted with the question, especially when I speak in Chinese for some reason, “Ni shi na li ren?” (What country are you from?). (Actually in Taiwan I get “Ni shi wai guo ren ma?” Are you a foreigner? While they are similar, to me there are subtle differences in meaning.) Similarly, when I go back to America, I love it with the love of having spent most of my adult years in the place. Yet again, there is the disjuncture—no I’m not from any particular state/city within the US, I usually answer “Most recently from Chicago”, and yes sometimes I say “carpark”, “Air Con”, “ toilet” instead of “parking lot”, “AC”, and “restroom”, which cause many to laugh and jokingly say, “oh that’s right you’re not from here”. Although these incidences are really minor, they are just a smattering of experiences that add up to a general feeling of being a foreign local.

It’s not only that, but I am a different person in the two different places. They are not extremely different, but I notice that I put on different acts in the different countries. I am acting, but I’m not. They are all parts of me, I just learn to turn one part on or off, depending on the context. One learns to observe situations. Read signals. Body language is very different in the two countries. Facial expressions. I have to adjust my threshold of sensitivity to body language and signals accordingly.

So if I am a foreign local in both places, why is it so hard to leave one to head to the other? If both places give me the same feeling, shouldn’t I be ambivalent to either country? For me, the answer is no. (Perhaps for some other global citizens, they find this transition easier.) The transition to either side is equally difficult. Because as soon as I feel like I am tipping the balance between foreigner and local in one place, I up and move back to the other place. I am reminded, with that experience, that I am also as much a local and a foreigner in another country. Thus the dilemma: just as I feel like I am becoming more “local” in one place, I leave. And again become a “foreigner” in both places again.

Perhaps I am being naïve. Perhaps this is the way it should be. Perhaps it is not time for me to have a place for me to feel like a local in. Or perhaps I will always feel most at home, but also most disturbed, in an airport.

I know some may make the argument, just as dipping oneself into two extreme temperatures of swimming pools in succession, that exposure to multiple experiences and cultures makes one’s views more broad, and oneself stronger. Perhaps it does. But it doesn’t make the process any easier to think about, knowing those outcomes.

In reality, these concerns also exist within the space that I inhabit when I’m between homes. And in another 12 hours, these feelings will be gone as I immerse myself into one of my homes once more.