“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.” (The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne)
A hand-made paper mask at Vun Workshop, 2013.
Just found this from my archives. I'm being too proud of the younger me 😂😂😂. So here's how the story behind the photo went...long long time ago,...
Holy Holy ... kabbas!
"So how many of them are there?", we asked.
"Well, it's like a game, and there are game levels, you know. The deeper you enter the temple, the more of them will welcome you", said the hostel owner.
It's the Karni Mata Temple in Deshnok, India, and we were talking about rats - 25k holy rats living and being revered in a temple.
I was not brave, at all. I was just curious. But right when my travelmate and I arrived in Deshnok, right after I gave my shoes to the shoe keeper so we could walk barefoot to the temple, and as soon as I saw a few - just a few - rats running back and forth at the temple entrance; I turned my head and planned to run away. No curiosity any more! Unfortunately, my travelmate caught me and dragged me to the temple. I had no idea what happened and for how long. I only remember that, I passed through the entrance where a few dozens of rats were running backwards and forwards. Then I froze with terror in the courtyard, highly alerted to hundreds of rats on the ground. Though they seemed ignorant to the noisy humans, I was still extremely freaked out while my friend was running back and forth, looking at everything with all the possible eagerness. And again, right when I was about to flee away for the second time; she pulled my hand, insisting that we should at least go a little further to see how the first game level looked like. I thought we had just passed the first level - the courtyard? Yet I still followed her to the main building after she had agreed that whatever might happen, we would immediately get out of the place as quickly as we got in. I was still a bit curious, just a tiny bit. The inside looked like a palace...of rats. You just cannot count them all. And they were drinking...milk in...very noble and organized manners... That, was the end of our journey at Karni Mata. I was scared to death. You can tell by how blur the photo is!
Pre-work for an independent study ✌.
Seriously, it took 5 hours to get this ridiculously simple getting-started work looked ... right (more edits are underway though). Am I just too low-tech or it's time to get a super fancy pc? Anw, the very first attempt to try CMS again after many years. More to come, to get more likes and shares 😂. .
[ a Friday with Larry ]
When I don’t travel and can’t decide which story to tell next from my archives of travel photos, I post some seemingly low-content photos with great life lessons from some wise old folks I’ve met in my life. Today I met Larry. Larry is the former Dean of the School of Communication (SOC) at AU. I don’t know how the reputation of SOC is, but I’m convinced by people who know what they are talking about and are not afraid of admitting what they don’t know, despite their age and status. Larry, a 72-year-old man, is one of them. He opened my eyes to the world of social documentary with very non-technical questions: ‘What do you want your audience to do when the lights go up?’, and ‘What’s the hope in your project?’. Twenty minutes before our meeting, I still had no idea what exactly I would or should ask and talk to him. I almost forgot his last words during our Social Documentary class, “use me”, as I don’t know what I can use him for. And I was reluctant to push for a meeting, as I wasn’t sure how far I can and want to go with what looks like merely a final paper in his class. Yet the first lesson I need to revise every day that Larry reminded me was, be confident, because “your project deserves a chance”. I was surprised to see that he brought my paper to our talk, and then making notes to be sure he would remember to reach out to necessary resources for me. Sometimes, you are pushed to do something not because how much others expect from you, but because how they value your work – which you often underestimate. I got to know that Larry's right eye is not well. He showed the special glasses that he has to wear on. He tried his best till the last day of the course in spite of his increasingly bad vision during the month before our finals. We were his last official students. So, Larry paid for my coffee and we started our Friday lesson on life, film making and career. I learned about the importance of getting an idea started, one thing at a time. And I learned again how to think openly – this sounds familiar, yet you never know if you are already open enough until that aha moment when you see things through the lens of others.
Development is all about learning, from the community, to serve the community. What a feeling to start a new research assignment knowing that many people are still being forgotten despite efforts in development work.