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Saturday, December 26, 2009

2006 draft paper from an email

Storytelling is a major part of the human experience, and the myths, histories, and legends which are passed down through generations form the basis of every society. Communities are defined by their shared knowledge and ideas, and the stories people tell each to each other reflect the values and beliefs which their culture rests upon; it is impossible to talk about the way a society is constructed without closely examining its mythology. In the modern world history has a special importance, and Ninian Smart writes in Worldviews, “It is now common to think of history in national terms…using modern political groupings to define the past…history is not just a matter of the scholarly investigation of the past; it also allows a people to form a national identity.”

She believes that the stories of a communal past have political effects today; in the United States the naming of warships after former presidents is an example of the link between power and history. Myths, too, have the same affect despite speaking through symbolic language, and today struggle between scientists and creationists is an example of the politicization of two beliefs. Smart talked about religions in broad terms as “worldviews,” belief systems which contained their own histories and myths. Politics, the practice of power, is related to religion and other worldviews because government is merely an extension of society with all its values and ideals; from this perspective, the Enlightenment effort to separate religion and politics was the expression of competing ideologies, Christianity and rationalism. In Japan political leaders fused separate but compatible religions into a single worldview, Shinto, in order to prevent strife and civil war. The Kojiki represents the nations Izumo and Yamato are by their gods, the younger brother Susano and older sister Amateratsu. These texts are closely linked to political struggles, but they also transcend the realm of tangible power and are key texts in Japanese and Chinese religion.

Yasumaro wrote the Kojiki at the bequest of the Emperor, who wanted to correct the myths which were recorded in previous texts, saying,

“I hear that the Teiki (imperial chronicles) and the Honji (fundamental dicta) handed down by the various houses have come to differ from the truth and that many falsehoods have been added to them. If these errors are not remedied at this time, their meaning will be lost before many years have passed. This is the framework of the state, the great foundation of the imperial influence.

”This passage suggests that the Teiki and Honji were religious documents handed down by vassals who had previously been independent, and the effort to “correct” them is an attempt to change the subject religions in order to fit in with a new worldview which is more conducive to imperial rule. In facilitating political unification, however, the Kojiki asserts that all its peoples share common roots, and that there is an underlying national spirit beneath all the outer customs and rites. The account begins at the creation of the world and ends in the reign of the Emperor Woparida, a historical figure. This mixture of legend and fact is also expressed in the identity of the characters; the first figure we encounter is the high god Izanagi, who gives birth to the sun god Amatersau and the sea god Susano, among others. Izanagi then fades into the background and the myth focuses on his progeny; several chapters later the main character is Yamato-takeru, a warrior who is powerful but mortal. Yamato eventually dies of an illness. As legend melds into fact in the Kojiki the characters become less divine, so that the tale makes a connection between legend and history at all times; the people of each region are somehow related to a god.

The chapters in the Kojiki are often disjointed and there does not appear to be any overarching plot; the text is a compilation of myths rather than a unified, individual story. Characters appear and disappear without a trace

The exact status of the Japanese divinities, or kamis, is unclear, and they seem to be more powerful than men but not immortal. The character Wo-usu-no-mikoto, later christened Yamato-takeru-no-miko, for example, is a powerful figure who fights with various demons and monsters, but also dies from sickness and exhaustion after fighting a sacred white boar. Yamato seems to be identified with the Yamato Empire whose rulers ordered that the Kijoko be written, and his violence could be a representation of the state’s power. Yamato is more like a force of nature than a man as his motivations remain hidden, and he seems to kill for no reason. Even the emperor fears him after Yamato explains his brother’s absence, “Early in the morning when he went into the privy, I waited and captured him, grasped him and crushed him, then pulled off his limbs, and wrapping them in a straw mat, threw them away.This terrifies the emperor, who gives him a quest in order to get him out of the capital. Once he is on his own Yamato rampages across the country; armed with the sacred sword kusa-nagi he kills any and all who cross him. After losing an encounter with the white boar he dies from sickness and exhaustion, singing about his beautiful homeland. The great, chaotic Yamato’s place in the pantheon of Japanese gods is unclear and he might personify the strength and terror of the empire.
Two centuries later this idea of a common link among the various deities across Japan had been solidified, as demonstrated in this tenth century Shinto prayer which echoes the Kojiki; the kami Ame-no-ho-hi-no-mikoto came down to heaven to rule Izumo and finds it in disarray. The Kojiki refers to Izumo as the “central land of the reed plains,”

By the tenth century the gods of each local shrine were all related somehow and each had a place in a divine bureaucracy, indicating how Shinto had standardized Japanese religion. This religion went hand in hand with a powerful Heian empire and this prayer is dedicated to the health of the emperor; however Japan experienced many political changes in the years between the Kojiki and this text and some of the tenets of Shinto must have had some impact on Japanese culture. The compilation of myths in the seventh century created a worldview which resonated in a lasting way with societies across Japan




This is my windows picture. It was taken the summer of 2006 at Daniel's eagle scout award dinner. After the dinner we took everyone out to the site who had worked on it (from family and friends) and took the picture. I look at it every day. That summer was perhaps Joe's busiest. He was still maintaining training for swimming, working in the lab, coaching the swim team, taking an introductory bio course at Pace University, and studying for the mcats's. And of course working on his brother's eagle scout project, going into the city with friends and generally being a 20 year old kid. I loved every moment of being his mother, and as he got older, it got more fun. That was a great summer.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas 2009

We went to visit Joseph's grave site today. The stone is of Chinese marble, and a Celtic cross is above his name and dates. A true Chirsihman. His name was Joseph Lawrence Hai-Sung Chow. Joseph was named after his grandfathers, Joe Chow and Lawrence Bennett Robertson. Hai-Sung; Michael Ray's older brother chose the sea - "Hai" as the theme of the generation. Joseph was conceived in Florida, and a water baby always. Hai-Sung, according to Ruby, his grandmother, means "born of the sea". It was a perfect name for the boy. He loved the water and swimming from the time he was an infant. And he carried all the hopes of both of his grandfathers. Also, he was born on October 10th, (10/10), a very auspicious day according to Ruby. A lucky boy, with so many gifts and so much family, love and hope given to him.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Joseph's AP physics car January 2003




Christmas Break 2001 -
For New Years we went skiing in upstate NY with our friends the Kelly's. It was cold, and overcast, but fun being with our family and friends. Late in the day on New Year's eve we were driving back from the mountain to our friends house and Joseph casually mentioned that he had a project for his Physics AP class. The project was to design a vehicle that will move x feet when propelled by a weight dropping, and having a braking mechanism. Mind you, this was Tuesday and the project was due on Friday, we were in the middle of nowhere upstate NY and all tthe useful stores were closed.

We got up early the next morning, drove home and Ray, Hynek and Joseph started fooling around in the garage. Building and testing (and going to school and work) for two days and came up with the above "car". I don't think the brakes worked all that well, but it was an interesting design. The wheels were old lp's the body of the car was a basket, the weight was one of my hand weights.

Joseph had done this before. In his 8th grade year I got a call from the science teacher at work. The teacher had given the class a semester long science project, and the next day they were having a poster session. Joseph had not handed in any work, and she did not think he had a project. I called him up, and indeed, he did not have a project. I told him that by the time I got home at 6:30 he had better have a head start on his poster. I came home, and had almost finished all the measurements (with the help of his brothers) for a poster presentation (with data) on physics, momentum, speed, light, particle physics etc. It actually turned out to be one of the better posters in the gym the next day.

As he got older, he learned to prepare and do the work, not just think about it until the last minute and rush things. Ray and I were so impressed in Africa - our adolescent son had turned into a self possessed thinking young man. He had really grown up.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Tait's jounal

Friday, October 02, 2009
In honor of Joe Chow, PCV - Tanzania
I feel compelled to share this email as a member of the big and beautiful family known as Peace Corps, specifically Peace Corps Tanzania. It was written by my friend and fellow PCV (Peace Corps Volunteer), Leiha:

I just came back to Moshi this afternoon, got off the bus and hugged a new friend goodbye, for now. Her name is Leah, nice name huh? She's a short term volunteer here in Moshi. Normally I wouldn't cross paths with short term vols in Moshi town but today we just so happened to have met on the bus this afternoon coming from Dar. We caught up with each other at the lunch/rest stop. While chit-chatting a bit she made a comment about how someone once told her, "Don't wait til you're 65 to start living the life you wanted to try out." That's when I told her of a friend of mine who lived his life with such an intensity that there was nothing left to do but stand back and admire him.

My friend Joe Chow passed away last Tuesday. A fellow Education PCV, he was on school break and while visiting another friend of ours, fell while descending from a rock climb in Mbinga, Tanzania. I myself have climbed this same rock. It's not an easy climb, but do-able. His death was an accident in every sense of the word, nothing could have been changed, it happened. The reality of this is still hard to swallow.

The past week, being in Dar for his memorial, has been a blur of emotion and everything else. We were supposed to meet up and raft the Nile after he completed his service this November, we even talked about attempting another marathon together. I have many wonderful memories with Joe throughout our 2 years here in Tanzania. When Leah shared that story with me today at lunch, I felt an obligation to tell her I knew someone that didn't wait.

Joe lived his life with such a crazy intensity, a complete signature of his personality, that I'm finding myself not so much mourning the loss of the rest of his life, but standing back in admiration for all he did while he was here, alive. Yes, I miss him. I don't know when the reality of his absence will really settle in, or if it ever will. But isn't it our obligation as friends to take those we lose with us in life?

I never thought that the last time I saw him, waving through the window of the bus, I wouldn't meet up with him again in our lifetime. We never truly know, do we? But that's just it. We all will pass on one day. I just hope that in the meantime, we all live our lives to the fullest, happiest, most enriched we can. Life is a beautiful blessing, a gift we share and enjoy together. I am blessed to have been enriched by Joe's friendship in my life.

Thanks for reading this.
Leiha (PCV in the Pare Mountains)
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