Friday, November 20, 2015

Story: The Ghost in the House

The Ghost in the House

There is a ghost in the house. He doesn’t know why he’s there. He keeps poking around, knocking things over. He wanders this way and that, wondering why he’s there.

There is a little girl who is the only one who can see him. She’s not afraid of him. She tries to talk to him, but his ears don’t work. He can’t hear her. She takes his hand. That works. He can feel her, and she can hold onto his hand. She leads him down the stairs, keeping him clear of other things so he doesn’t knock them over. She leads him out the front door, outside.

The ghost looks up and sees the moon. He likes it.

The little girl lets go of his hand and he walks back toward the house. She catches him before he gets up the front steps and leads him back to the front yard. He sees the moon again and really wants to go there. When she lets go of his hand, he turns and walks back toward the house again. Quickly, she catches him and leads him back to the front yard where he can see the moon. He looks up at it again, wanting to go there.

This time, when she lets go of his hand, she blows a puff of air toward him. He rises up off the ground. She blows another puff of air, and he rises off the ground a little more. He is happy about this.

She starts to wave goodbye. The more she waves, the higher he rises. She keeps waving until the ghost rises up to the moon.

When the ghost arrives, the moon shines even more brightly than before.

The little girl goes back to the house and starts to put things back in place, one thing at a time, fixing the places that were broken. It will take some time, but the ghost will not be back.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Not Going Away

Back in the '90s, I [Mark] was a business analyst at an internet startup. One of the guys there had a Ph.D. in astrophysics, an MA in photography, and another MA in violin performance. He was the database administrator. Yes, you read that right: he was our DBA, and he was cool with that.

I once asked him: "How is it that guys with multiple interests and skills in the arts don't end up doing those things for a living?"

He said: "We discovered we didn't have to."

That statement has rolled around in my head a lot in the last fifteen years or so. At first, I thought: "Of course! You'd have to be obsessed, driven, desperate, and devoid of other options!"

Now I see it a bit differently. As an adult, I have tried many times to specialize, to choose one skill or talent over another. The effort always fails. The things that are deepest in my soul may wait their turn for a time, but if I ignore one for too long, it simply steps in front of me and grabs me by the shirt collar, looks me in the eye and says: "LISTEN to me!"

I know the things I need to pay attention to now. They're the things that are still here after all these years. They're the things that give me chills, make me cry, keep me up till all hours.

I may not have to do them for a living, but it would make sense if I did. One way or another, they're not going away.

Another guy I worked with at the startup was in his mid-twenties, a former track guy who played ultimate Frisbee at lunch and could do two thousand vertical feet in five miles without really breaking a sweat. On one such hike, I watched him "get some air" coming down the trail. I told him I wished I could do what he did.

He shook his head and said: "No, right now I'm probably in the best shape I'll ever be. I wish I could do what you do. You're going to get nothing but better at it for the rest of your life."

He was right. In the last four years, Ping and I have taken radical steps, partly so I could have the chance to see what I could do with "the other 80% of me" that I wasn't able to focus on when I worked in IT. The experiment has revealed a lot of things, both strengths and weaknesses.

While I am still determining how to make my skills self-supporting, I know much better now what I can do with them.

Besides, they're not going away.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Luck Follows When I Choose



When I look back on my life, I now see a series of lucky events. I clearly remember making conscious decisions on some of them. Other times, I felt like I was forced or left with no choice, and hence I “decided” to stop fighting or wishing for a different result, and went with life instead. What if I had made a different choice? Here is the amazing thing: I am here reflecting, writing, and feeling very much at peace with myself, regardless. This, to me, is the ultimate "Luck."

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

請聽我說 (1)




我很喜歡到森林裡走走。
仰頭望著茂密高聳的樹,順著蜿蜒的步道,盼望著下個驚喜。
飛花,蟲鳴,鳥叫,大自然美麗的樂章無比生動地進行。
咦?那是什麼聲音?
路人甲小小的播放器大聲地吆喝著她喜愛聽的歌,
路人乙的藍芽音響也慷慨激昂。
淹沒了美好的天籟!
我,失落,無語。

Friday, January 9, 2015

Baltimore Sam and "Caravanserai" - the story behind the song

"Baltimore Sam" in Sirince, Turkey, 3/21/2014
(See the video here: http://youtu.be/ECgXuSTzc2g)
In March of 2014, we visited Sirince, a beautiful little town on a hillside in Turkey. Somewhere on those cobblestone streets, Ping found a great place that served Turkish coffee. Mark and a guy who called himself "Baltimore Sam" struck up a conversation outside while Ping went inside. She beckoned to Mark a few minutes later: she'd ordered Turkish coffee for us. Sam came in, too. The music playing in the background was distinctively Turkish, as well, and we asked Sam about it. He walked over to his laptop on the counter. "Do you have a memory card?" he asked. "I'll copy it for you."

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving 2014!

"What shall we do for Thanksgiving?" Ping posed the question, and, just as quickly, she answered it. "We'll get everything from the Beitou Market!" Here's what it was like hunting for Thanksgiving fixings here in Beitou this morning (while maybe doing a little anticipatory "Black Friday" shopping).
Here goes Ping in search of turkey.
Mmm! DOUGHNUTS! Stay on task, Mark. Stay on task.
Turkey...turkey...wait, that's chicken!
Duck? Chicken? Whatever. Fowl enough.
Gotta have corn on the cob!
Oh, yeah! Candied yams! Hot & ready!
Are chestnuts too "Christmas-y" for Thanksgiving?
Pumpkin? No pumpkins? Is squash the same Genus?
Finally! Dessert! I'll take six of each, please.
It's the morning of "Black Friday Eve!"
Let the shopping begin!
Ping scores an early Black Friday deal...wait, they don't do
"Black Friday" here! It's a deal, nonetheless: two pretty scarves
for NT$100 (about $3.24 USD)!
So what are we having for Thanksgiving dinner tonight? Um, probably Costco pizza!!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Lost Gloves

Most likely, I was removing layers. I was a little too hot and had to pull off my waterproof shell, take off my fleece inner jacket, roll it up, cinch the stuff sack and stow it in the backpack, and then put the shell back on before I got cold again. I think I got that right. I just missed one detail.

Oxygen scarcity is deceptive. We think we're managing just fine. But sometimes, in the altitude, little things get missed.

Somewhere out there, I lost a well-worn, well-loved pair of gloves. They weren't even gloves, really, just glove liners--black, lightweight, just warm enough to ward off the chill. It's hard to explain how much they meant to me. They smelled of deep woods, rock and snow, and I was happy every time I wore them.

I'd had this particular pair for over 15 years. That's a lot of miles, a lot of elevation, a lot of effort, and a lot of exploring: the Cascades, the Wallowas, the Sawtooths, the Rockies, the Sierra Nevada...

So if I had to lose these gloves, it was only fitting that they end up beside a rocky trail, at about 15,000' in the Tibetan Autonomous Region. Back when I bought them, I had only dreamed of such places.

I'll be back--if not to this trail, then to another one. As usual, I'll bring a spare pair of gloves. That old pair is probably buried under heavy snow by now.