Ozeki Communication

Throughout Ruth Ozeki’s book, A Tale for the Time Being, one of the reacurring themes can be seen in the form of communication. Their are so many ways in which the characters communicate with each other an oddly enough with their individual selves. We see basic everyday communication used such as e-mail and texting to letters and of course Nao’s diary. The latter is one of the most interesting because it allows for communication to occur throughout time. The way in which Nao wrote her diary allows her to communicate with the reader without time really mattering. It has locked the sixteen year old girl in a place in time and provided a root of communication for the reader of the diary Ruth.

However, on that note during the last portion of the book I was intrigued by the scenes invlolving Ruth’s dreams. I feel like these dreams culminating with her last dream where she meets Haruki number two and warns him that Nao needs him and to not go through with his planned suicide but to go find her (352). This dream correlates with what Nao described in her diary of how her father catches up with her while at a bus stop waiting to board a bus to Jiko’s death bed. Though it has an appearance of a supernatural mystery taking place between two differnet places in time, what intrigued me was the concept of the dream Ruth had as being a form of providing answers for herself. It may be as far fetched as the literal notion in the book of this supernatural anomaly accuring but when I think about what a dream can offer a person who is experiences some type of mental crisis, which could be seen in Ruth’s obsessive relationship with Nao and her diary, or her years of writers block, a dream can offer clarity and a way for the mind to sort itself out in an unconscious sort of way. I myself have gone to bed dwelling on an issue or trying to find an answer to something and have woken up with clarity on the issue. So when I was reading about this particular dream of Ruths I thought that possibly the dream Ruth had experienced could be a way for Ruths unconscious self communicating with her conscious self.

It kind of weird to think about but the whole business of pages just disappearing out of Nao’s diary and all the other supernatural connections, seems to do more with Ruth’s creative way of trying to unravel the secrets of the diary.

Ozeki Reading Place

While doing the reading for Ozeki I thought about another reacurring theme running throughout the novel. I realized the importance of place and how in the novel the characters are connected by not only  their geographical location but also their personal feeling towards where they live.

Both Ruth (the character) and Nao, have this connection with the way they feel towards where they live and where they have lived. Nao who lived in Sunnyvale, California for most of her life associates this place with home. The move to Japan was a shock not only geographicaly but emotionally and culturally as she was taken from the American lifestyle she knew and loved and implanted into an entirely different culture, and lifestyle(which can be associated with her families loss of income). Ruth too feels this way as she had come from the hustle and bustle of New York City and now is located, like Nao in a different world that she is not accustomed too, and most likely would not have chose for herself without being pushed into her island residence by her husband Oliver. Both characters had to sacrifice and change the scenery and lifestyles they were comfortable in, for a place and culture which they felt they did not belong.

I also thought it was interesting how both characters reside on Islands. Ruth on a remote island in British Columbia, Canada, and Nao on the island nation of Japan. I feel that both characters also suffered this feeling of being trapped in this place. With water all around them, with no place to escape. Nao could not escape and return to Sunnyvale, and Ruth couldn’t just pick up and leave her beloved husband Oliver, so they were both stuck to their island, with not many options.

I found this connection between the characters fascinating and thought it was a creative way that Ruth Ozeki(the author) linked these characters even with there separation in place and time.

Ozeki Reading- Identity

While reading Ozeki earlier today I was trying to make connection between the characters and how they identify themselves, and to observe similarities, in particular, between Nao, and Ruth(the character).

We see in both characters that they identify themselves as Americans. Nao who was born in Japan but moved to Sunnyvale, California at the young age of three, know’s nothing but the American lifestyle and Identifies herself more with the American culture and way of life. I’m sure that it was hard for her to make the adjustement back to her native country of Japan, with the hardships she faced from her peers at school with the amount of ijime she was subjected too. However I feel with her loss of contact with her friend Kayla who abandoned their friendship later on the story, must of also made Nao in someway feel that she doesn’t fit with either culture. This identity issue can be compounded even further as she grows older too, because I personally feel that when you are a teenager and are maturing, you begin to try and find your identity and are in a constant search of discovering who you are.

Ruth too has a similar identity issue. She is also part Japanese with her mother being from Japan and raised in Hilo, Hawaii. However as Oliver indicates towards the end of the book that Ruths mother was never very Japanese, and neither is she. So I feel that even with this connection Ruth has with Japan and the Japanese language she also identifies herself as an American with a sense of another part of her being connected to Japan.

I also noticed as the book went on Ruth was dealing with an aging or a maturing problem which is also  seen in Nao’s character and is associated with identity. Ruth as a novelist has been able in her past to create a world in her head and display its image on paper, hence putting her imagination in physical form. However she has found that as she has grown and moved to her small remote island in British Columbia, she is suffering from writers block. Whats even crazier is the story that she is trying to write and is having troubles finding the inspiration to turn those images into written word is a memoir, and thus is attatched to life and not a world that she has created in her head. However we see in Nao’s character her ability to express in her diary her feelings, emotions, and story of her life with fluidity.

These connections were interesting to absurve because of how both Nao and Ruth are connected in where and how they identify themselves, but also how their identity has become threatened throughout the story.

Impressions on Mississippi Massala

MV5BMTI4MTEwNjczOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzM0NDcxMQ@@._V1_SY317_CR2,0,214,317_The movie Mississippi Masala was an interesting movie, but for this post I must implement the discussion of a theme related to Ozeki. The theme for this movie shall be identity.

The main character of this movie, Mina, is a female Indian born in Uganda. The movie starts around 1972 with Alin forcibly evicting all Asians from Uganda. Mina’s father, Jay, argues against Okelo, a pure Ugandan, that he can’t leave home because he is Ugandan just like everyone else. Unfortunately, due to Jay’s actions against Alin, Okelo thinks it’s best for him to leave, especially telling Jay directly that he can’t stay because he is not a black Ugandan. The conflict here is the issue of shadeism in that Jay and his family do not qualify as Africans since they’re not of the same skin pigmentation as Okelo or the other Ugandans. Fazed by this remark, Jay and his family leave Uganda for London.

Jump 20 years later, and now we have an older Mina who seems less traditional and disciplined than her parents, but still identifies herself as Indian. Unfortunately for her parents, she is more “American” than them and doesn’t see as many problems in America as they do. Demetrius on the other hand is an African-American who is just working to support his family, but mostly his old father. When Demetrius and Mina meet via a car accident, they start seeing each other more and everyone is fine with it, until it’s discovered that Demetrius and Mina lied about what they were doing and actually spent a night together.
Everyone then starts judging by the tone of their skin, and the “bond” between Demetrius’ business and the Indians living at the motel is shattered.

Another thing is the mention of “massala”, which is a mix of hot spices. This term applies to the movie in more than one way. First off it can apply to the relationship between Mina and Demetrius. Instead of two of the same “ingredients”, this is a mix of two different ones that creates something new, hence the interracial relationship. An alternate view is that of Mina’s parents, although they’re Indian, they consider themselves Ugandan as well and protest against leaving the rest of Uganda. Finally there’s Mina, who has added an American element to her own since she is young and not quite as attached to her family’s views as her parents and fellow residents are.

Mississippi Masala

DenzelI don’t know about everyone else, but when I see a movie that I just fall in love with it becomes more difficult for me to examine it objectively and ascertain flaws. For me, Mississippi Masala was one of those movies. So, in an attempt to be more critical, I have looked up a variety of movie reviews and picked out their negative points about the movie in order to hopefully create a somewhat analytical discussion  that we didn’t have time for in class.

http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/19920214/REVIEWS/202140303/1023

Roger Ebert, although he generally did like the film, thought that there were too many story lines: the romance, the background in Uganda, and the daily lives of Indians in the South. He felt that the other plots relegated the love story to the foreground, and that the scenes in Uganda weren’t all that necessary to relay the major themes.

http://movieline.standard8media.com/reviews/mississippimasala.shtml

Agreeing with the opinion of too many plots, Stephen Farber of Movieline Magazine believed that the character of Mina’s father overshadowed the couple’s story and ended up stealing the show.

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/700001204/Mississippi-Masala.html

Chris Hicks from the Deseret News in Salt Lake City also agreed that the beginning scenes in Uganda could have been cut out, and thought that the plot hit some snags after the lovers are discovered and the entire community boycotts Demetrius’ business. He called the plot devices “silly contrivances.” Owen Gleiberman, Entertainment Weekly‘s movie critic, agrees with Hick’s opinion about the plot, calling it “hokey and melodramatic.”

After reading these reviews and re-examining my own opinion, I struggle with whether or not some of the scenes in Uganda should have been cut out. I guess I reluctantly agree that they do shift the focus quite a bit, but they are so gorgeous and really do help explain the motivations of Mina’s father. However, in the grand scheme of things I guess some of them could have been done away with. I also agree that the plot of the separated couple and the subsequent boycotting of Demetrius after being found out seemed a little extreme and quick, and yes, a little melodramatic and unoriginal.

Something I did find interesting though, was that none of these major movie critics mentioned the problem of South Asian male emasculation that Profosser Jani said was such a criticism of the movie. I wonder if this has something to do with the fact that most of the movie critics are non-Asian and as such either that stereotype is accepted by them, or if it is really just because it isn’t that apparent of a theme. I confess, I didn’t notice it. But it is something to think about.

 

Surfs Up

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I was scanning through you tube the other day and came across a surfing video, and was intrigued to learn some of the origins of the sport. I knew their was a huge connection between surfing and my obsession of Hawai′i and thought I would look into the sport a bit more. Here’s some of what I found to be interesting.

Surfing is believed to have originated in the Polynesian Islands, and has deep roots in Ancient Hawaiian culture. To Ancient Hawaiians surfing was like in todays sports world a way to distinguish oneself. A person who was a commoner could become, “famous or infamous” by their skills of riding waves. Also the Chiefs utilized their skills in surfing in a way to show their dominance. I found this interesting because it seems to connect somewhat with todays sports where a person who is particularly good at a sport can set himself/herself apart from the rest of society due to his or her skills in the athletic arena.

Furthermore as European and Hawaiian cultures met there was a dismantling of the Kapu (taboo) code of living which before the 19th century ran the Hawaiian peoples everyday life. This change can be associated greatly to the Calvinist missionaries who first arrived in the 1820′s and began converting the Hawaiian population to Christianity and by the turn of the century surfing was scarcely seen on the island.

However with the Haole’s (white person) intrusion on the island and its link to the demise of surfing, white people also played a key role in its revival. The big turning point was seen when George Freeth who is believed to be born on Oahu Hawai’i came to California to demonstrate the art of riding the waves. Also Duke  Kahanamoku was an ambassador to the sport and helped it spread and grow in popularity as he brought the sport to Australia in 1915. These early ambassadors to the sport were essential for surfings growth and its spread to different cultures and nations. But the biggest spread of the sport had yet to come

This would be seen in the mid 1950′s to early 60′s. As we know from this quarter, media plays a large role in the spread of popular culture and we see this in the case of surfing. In the mid 1950′s a filmmaker by the name of Bud Browne would “pioneer the surf movie.” From this more cinematographers, musicians, and photographers aided in spreading surfing culture and made surfing into not just a hobby, but into a ”full fledged industry.” Now we see surfing to have grown to an international sport with a pro surfing circuit which hold events from Hawai’i, South Africa, Australia, and Tahiti.

Though this is just a brief bit of History of surfing and how it came to be associated with popular culture, if anyone is interested to look further into surfing, I have been able to see a few documentaries that are quite interesting and give great backround and detail of the sport. One of which is titled, Riding Giants, and the other is Odyssey or also titled Billibong Odyseey.

Also here is a  link to where I got my information on the surfing’s history-  http://www.surfingforlife.com/history3.html

The Environment

…Hello?

Can anyone hear me? Shit. My head is pounding. How did I get here? Ow, my legs. I can’t move them. I think I just woke up from being unconcious. I think I was suppose to die. Where am I? Wheres Oliver? Where’s that woman that Oliver hangs out with? Agh I can’t hear anything.

Let me see if I can remember anything…

I remember Her getting angry about something and I was sleeping so soundly but the way she got angry scared me so bad that I couldn’t help but jump and run somewhere where I felt safe. I stepped outside and felt the brisk, salt filled air against my face and it made my usual wet nose into something as dry as the food that I eat on occasion. It was a pretty clear night from what I remember, I felt so safe when I finally left that house, I felt like maybe I should go for a quick stroll before going back to bed because I was feeling particularly lucky. Maybe I could find a juicy pest to snack on… Man, that thought is making me hungry. Was that the last time I ate?

I walked along the moist grass and I could feel my paws falling into mud puddles on occasion. For a while, I could hear the sounds of the ocean waves, coming in and then going out, coming in and then going out. I heard a rustle in the huckleberry bushes and pounced on the most plump mole rat I had ever seen, oh my god I was so excited and just remembering this is making all this pain feel better but I think before I ate that plump mole rat, he made a wish while he died and that wish had come true.

Right, I was surrounded by four raccoons. Man those creatures are nasty, I’ve heard people admire how cute they are but truly, I find them to be annoying and disgusting. I could NEVER just rummage through garbage looking for something, let alone something to EAT. Well, they came for me, because that was the mole rats wish and that’s the last thing I remember. I vaguely remember crawling back toward the house, but where I am now… it smells like my house but somehow I am not in my house…?

It’s dark. I’m cold. I really can’t move my legs and I can’t feel my tail. Am I okay to just die here?

What was that?

Is that the woman I hear? Is that Oliver’s Woman? Am I smelling Oliver?! Oliver! I try to meow but I can’t. My mouth is parched. I open my eyes a little more and notice the cracks of light coming down. I don’t know where I am, I really don’t. Oh please Oliver, please just see me please please please. I opened my eyes more, hoping that the suns reflection will turn my eyes into another beam of light.

Something is coming. But it smells familiar. It’s Oliver. Oh thank god.

Careful with the tail there.

Identity

To whoever may read this sad letter,

There was one thing I wanted to confess, just in case kamisama misinterpreted some of the actions that I had been partaking in the last few days. If someone were to have watched me the way we watch T.V. but with no back-story, then they would most likely think that I am father with feelings of incest toward my daughter but I wanted to make it clear that this is not the case and I was truly just trying to help. But even then, I still feel like I have committed a sin.

You see, my daughter and I share the family computer, and I know that anytime my daughter logs off the computer, she clears her cache but one night she forgot to do it and I ended up seeing something that made me cry harder than I think I have ever cried before.

I knew she was being picked on in school but I didn’t or more like, I couldn’t even imagine that it was going this far.

It fills me with disgust to even say this but my daughter’s blood soaked underwear was being auctioned off. Can you believe this? I couldn’t believe that some people could be filled with so much hatred to do that to another human being, let alone to someone like my precious daughter. I felt like I had only once choice to help and this is where I am scared that my actions may have been misinterpreted. I made an account on this website: C.imperator (Ah, I love the internet, I love how I can hide myself and be something as strong as a Staghorn Beetle) and I put in my bid. I started bidding not because of hentai feelings for my daughter but I wanted to save her innocence. I couldn’t let the perverts  of the world wide web to mercilessly steal that innocence away from her. I didn’t have much money but I continued to bid higher and higher and hoping and hoping that these terrible people who were bidding on her underwear would just give up and stop, I wanted to scream “SHE’S MY DAUGHTER. STOP. PLEASE STOP.” My palms were so sweaty and I was shaking so much from fear and anxiety. This was my one chance to do right by my daughter, to save her.

And yet… I lost.

maketa.

And I find myself realizing that maybe I’m not as strong as a Staghorn Beetle. But maybe I will be in my next life.

Sincerely,

Mississippi Masala

The film Missippi Masala was for me personally an enjoyable film that gave a different perspective of racially conflict in interacial relationships.  It was the education I received from watching the love story between Ugandan born South Asian Indian, with an African American male, taking place in Mississippi that really made it interesting and enjoyable to watch (for me personally).

It is not often that a film, in particular one with the deep south as being one of the main settings for the film, to have two non-white characters of different races depicted in a love story.  Especially in not a “forbidden love story.” In most cases Hollywood depicts the interracial relationship struggle between a black character and a white character. It was kind of eye opening in a way to depict the complications these two lovers faced due to both of their families not supporting the relationship. I felt that it offered a completely new perspective that isn’t usually seen in movies.

I also was intrigued by the film because it gave me insight to a piece of history I was previously unaware of. Before this film I had never heard of Idi Amin’s Ugandan regime kicking out the Indian population, and saying Uganda is for black Africans only. To be honest I didn’t have a clue that their was a substantial number of people of Indian decent living in Uganda. However while watching the film I compared this racist ideology to that of our own countries history, where immigrant populations were treated poorly due to their race. Our country too has a history of believing our borders are for white people only. I guess when you think about it their will be racism wherever you go in the world, and by taking the issue of race outside of  America, it opened up my eyes about some of the other racial issues in history that has no association with the United States.

Overall the film was great and worth watching.

Week 8, Friday. Ozeki, pages 305 – 403

Sympathy.

sym·pa·thy
noun \ˈsim-pə-thē\
: the feeling that you care about and are sorry about someone else’s trouble, grief, misfortune, etc. : a sympathetic feeling
-Merriam-Webster

There is  website called doesthedogdie.com which has compiled a list of movies with an animal in it and next to each title is an icon symbolizing the outcome of the dog; it lives, it’s injured but lives, or it dies. And isn’t it funny how if I search “does the dog die” on Google, the first five results are about accessing whether or not fictional dogs die in films or literature? But, if I search “does the person die” or “does the character die” I come up with sites on dealing with death or specific television spoilers that seemingly relate to current media events.

I immediately identified the theme of sympathy for the last 100 pages when it’s revealed that Benoit’s dog has been killed by wolves.  Despite feeling sympathetic for the human (and animal) characters before that, I hadn’t seen it as a theme until the little dog died.One my even argue that Ruth begins reading Nao’s diary out of curiosity but continues as she begins to feel sympathy and care for the voice behind the purple ink. But why is it that it’s not until the end that Ruth’s overwhelming care and sympathy for Nao, her father, Jiko, and Haruki # 1  begins to spiral into fantasy and maddening dreams while we as readers are swept into it with the mirroring of animals lost and dying?

In my previous posts, I note the theme of loss and the theme of nature which are both maintained through the entire plot. But as those themes combine and the reader watches as characters lose their connection to nature we also grow with discomfort. It isn’t until Jiko’s death that the sympathy manifests itself into progression and understanding. Jiko herself stands as an ultimate sympathetic character. She states that she hates only one person (because he is a war criminal) but prays for everyone. I imagine it would take a lot of sympathy to understand the pain of many people, especially those you did not agree with. But Jiko understands the reality of nature is not always pleasant and loss is inevitable, and therefore she can accept her sympathy and channel it as she pleases.

On page 393 Ruth touches the diary but it has gone cold, parallel to Nao touching Jiko after her life had fully faded. Nao’s narrative is over and Ruth has discovered the reasons why there is not trace of her diary-friend anywhere on the internet; the search is over. As Ruth can accept not knowing but just being she gives away her grief and so we can let go as well.