Saturday, October 27, 2007

The Dalai Lama's Talk

Photo from Herald Times

The Dalai Lama talked about compassion. Having affection for others is the seed of compassion, is kind-heartedness, which can lead to compassion for all. Kind-heartedness comes from self-confidence, which comes from honesty, and truthfulness, and justice. You don’t lie to people; you live your life openly and kind-heartedly. You can’t be self-confident if you lie; you’d always be worried about the lie instead of living openly. We have affection for those who have affection for us. Compassion is when you have compassion for all, without regard to how they feel toward you. Forgiveness is letting go of the negative feelings associated with an event, not forgetting what happened. If you forgot what happened when you forgave someone, it would be really easy to forgive – you wouldn’t remember. You remember and still let the negative feelings go. Compassion for others also does not mean that you don’t take action. You have compassion toward the person, and at the same time take action to correct injustice.

Affection comes from being loved as a child. That love provides a base for compassion to develop, and also provides the base for a better life. He talked about early childhood brain research, that those who have a connection with caregivers develop more quickly. All sentient beings are capable of affection. He talked about cats responding to affection and stroking, how animals respond and humans respond. It’s wired into us. We need it. We need that affection. Kind-heartedness does not seem to be taught now, though. Teaching is specialized, but it needs to be more holistic. Teachers need to teach kind-heartedness and affection to their students. They can do this by teaching from a place of affection and kind-heartedness, teaching the next generation kind-heartedness and affection, so they can develop this.

We need to do this because everything is interconnected. There needs to be a more holistic way of looking at things. An event that happens on the other side of the world isn’t something we can ignore; it affects us all. The environment is interconnected. Deforestation has affected the climate. We have to look at the world as one place, as a whole. There’s no way for war now to have a winner and loser; things are too interconnected. When we hurt others, we are hurting ourselves. Technology can be good and bad. It can be used to hurt people and help them. All people want the same things. We are all like each other.

The world is getting better. He gave examples of the Berlin wall – how he had visited East Germany and felt that there was fear there. After the wall fell, the fear was now gone. This is an improvement. All the people questioning their government’s policies on war – before people would have accepted this and gone off to war without question. People aren’t willing to just accept anymore. The fact that people question, and protest is a sign that humanity is improving. He said that his century, the 20th century, had gone, and that it would be known as a century of bloodshed. The 21st century, though, even though it had started out badly, could change this. It could be a century of dialogue, of compromise.

This is only a brief overview, of what I remember. I loved listening to his voice, to the sort of singsong cadence it developed at times. And his joking around and laughing. He came on stage, sort of fidgeted in the big chair placed there for him, and then said he would start by getting comfortable. So he took off his shoes, put his feet up, cross-legged in the chair, and then pulled out a visor and put it on. Everyone laughed. He said now he could see better. He looked around, at the people sitting all the way up in the seats at the top. He said it looked like heaven, and if you feel out of heaven, now that could be a disaster, and laughed. And we all laughed. When he talked about animals able to feel affection, he said he liked cats; they were clean. Then he said, dogs, well, dogs, and held his nose, they can smell. People cracked up.

He talked about how he was raised with such affection and honesty that he was cautioned later, by his friends, that he might be easily deceived because he expected people to tell the truth. He also told the story of a monk, a friend of his who did not leave Tibet when the Dalai Lama did. His friend, this monk, spent 18 years in a Chinese prison camp. He was able to leave the country later. The Dalai Lama was asking him about that time, and he said he had been in danger several times. The Dalai Lama asked him about the danger, and he said he had been in danger of losing compassion for his Chinese captors.

It was just an amazing experience, to be in the same room with someone who is wholly alive and open. He seems to just shine, but at the same time, to be such a normal, down-to-earth person. He answered some questions that had been submitted, that were read by the man on stage with him, helping interpret if necessary. He answered the different questions just so matter of factly and sometimes humorously. Someone asked what he thought about the disagreement over the next Dali Lama. He said the Tibetan people needed to decide, and if this was something that as outdated, then, well, he would be the last – not the best Dalai Lama, but not the worst, either. One person explained that he lived in a community where people were narrow-minded, and how could he get people to understand about the Dalai Lama and the situation in Tibet. The Dalai Lama said in they seemed interested, to talk to them, but wait until they were in a good mood. If they weren’t interested, then don’t do it. Some of the questions dealt with the state of the world today, and that’s when he talked about how he felt the world was getting better. At the end, he asked for the next question, and the guy with him said that had been the last one, so he said, oh. And said to the audience, Thank you, sort of waved, and then bent down to put on his shoes.

He gave the President of IU, who introduced him, a long white scarf. At the end, when he was finished and had put his shoes back on, he was motioning to someone to bring him something. He called the two interpreters, a man and a woman, who had been translating his speech to sign language, up on the stage and gave them the same scarves. He took each of their hands as he draped the scarf around their neck. He was still holding the woman’s hand when she turned to go back down the stairs, almost like she was pulling away. I’m not sure what that was about - maybe a bit freaked out about being on stage in front of all those people, clapping. I thought it was cool that these people got the same honor as the IU President.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Anthropological Observations (or what I did Saturday)

Being sleep deprived, I was unable to resist an invitation to a tailgate party. No, I did not go to the actual game (like anyone who knows me would have to ask that). These people take their tailgating very seriously. Even the folding chairs had the school colors and logos. We had breakfast burritos, bacon, sausage, cinnamon rolls, muffins, fruit, juice, coffee, and mimosas. And our group was not the exception in its preparations. These people are serious, serious tailgaters and sports fans, and they scare me.

We left after playing cornhole, a game that resembles the sort of beanbag toss you would use with preschoolers to increase hand eye coordination and muscle coordination. I found out I can actually play this game, another frightening realization for the day.

Leaving the party, Bonnie and I drove north to an orchard to pick apples. On getting there, we discovered that due to the late freeze, they lost 75% of their crop this year. They had some picked apples, but none really left on the tree. Since it has still been warm here, though, the raspberries were still going strong. So we picked raspberries at 1.99 a pound. Mine ended up costing 1.50, for what would be about 3-4 times those tiny containers for $4-5. Mmm, raspberries. I have been eating them by the handful. If they come to fix my heat tomorrow as promised, I may make muffins. (Since the heat won't turn off, though, and it's been 80s or close to that, added oven heat could cause homicidal behavior). I really wish I had a camera, so I could have taken pictures. Alas, it's not on the list of things needed for survival (rent, utilities, food... no, sorry, no cameras here). Someday..... but that would be a whole new post and would require brain cells fat with sleep....time to eat more raspberries and then get some sleep. Sunday nights are typically quiet, and after 4 days of partying, should be quieter than normal.

Sleeplessness equals more reading time

Apparently, homecoming here is cause for non-stop partying Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. This is accompanied, of course, by screaming, yelling, shrieking, chanting, singing, etc. I can usually sleep through most chaos, but not this time. Too much, too sporadic, too sustained. On the up side, I read 8 of the 30 juvenile/ya novels (or roughly 27%) I need to complete by the end of the semester.

For those looking for an interesting historical novel dealing with fire fighting, I recommend The Big Burn by Jeanette Ingold. She looks at the fires that took place during the summer of 1910 through the perspectives of several different people (ranger, ranger's brother who becomes a firefighter, homesteader, black army private called in to fight fires. With a double major in English and history, you'd think I'd be a big fan of historical fiction. Usually I prefer to keep fiction and history separated. I'm not a huge fan of historical fiction usually, but this book has interesting characters, different plotlines, and historical accuracy in a very readable combination. Plus, it's set in the west.

Another author I'm really enjoying who writes historical fiction is Joseph Bruchac. I read two of his novels in my reading stint. Code Talker and Hidden Roots. Code Talker is far more of a straight historical novel, dealing with the Navajo code talkers in WWII. Hidden Roots is more of a growing up novel set in a historical time frame (1954). It deals with family secrets, and for a short novel, it unravels the secret without giving it away until the very end of the novel.

Caroline Cooney's novel, Enter Three Witches, tells the story of Macbeth through a ward of the Macbeth's, Lady Mary, and a variety of other minor characters. It stays as dark (maybe even darker) than the original. Shakespeare's Secret by Elise Broach deals with a missing diamond, a new house, a father who's a Shakespeare scholar, and a bad start at a new school.

Other books read in the reading frenzy include Dog Sense (Collard), Ten Ways to Make My Sister Disappear (Mazer), and Project Mulberry (Park).

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

A Few More Mercantile Library Photos


Stacks (with chalkboard labeling)

Piano and window alcove


Display rack

More Cincinnati Public Library Photos


Courtyard at Cincinnati Public Library




Fountain at Cincinnati Public Library

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Tour de Libraries

Today was a day of some firsts, first time to visit Cincinnati, first time to visit a subscription library, and first time to see closed stacks in a a public library. The student chapter of ALA sponsored a tour of several libraries in Cincinnati, including the Mercantile Library and Cincinnati Public Library (main and Bond Hill branch).

The Mercantile Library is in an old building in downtown Cincinnati. It has amazing architecture, and still uses a card catalog and date stamps. It's a subscription library founded in 1835. If I lived in Cincinnati, I would join. It would be worth a membership to be able to hang out there and read.

The public library was extremely interesting, too. We saw the renovations, so far, at the main library, and the new Bond Hill branch just opened a couple months ago. The renovations are far more user-oriented - a new teen space, computers grouped together in a technology area, and a restructuring of reference services. This is the first public library I've seen with closed stacks. It's interesting; this way they can keep the material, on-site even, but not have to have the space it would take if the same materials were open in a browsing area. It's kind of a nice compromise. We even had lunch at the main library, sitting out in the courtyard area.

The Bond Hill Branch is very interesting. They are trying to move to self-checkout and hope to get librarians and staff out from behind the desk and interacting with patrons. It would be very interesting to go back to see how that works, or even do an internship there.
The trip home was interesting, in that the car we were in developed problems, continuing to stall out when stopping, and threatening to die unless the gas pedal was pumped. When on cruise control, it worked better. We made it back, but all three of us were pretty relieved to get back without breaking down somewhere.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Less sweating, more sweaters

And it's still in the 80s during the day, in spite of my wishes for cooler weather. The trees are losing a few leaves, but not in a huge splash of color. Long sleeves have yet to make an appearance for me. In fact, I'm not sure where the fall/winter clothes are, other than in a box in the "box room" (aka storage room, aka that wierd little room in the back that has no windows).

I'm blaming my recent streak of procrastination on the hot weather. Who wants to do anything ambitious with heat and humidity? I have finally made and mailed thank you notes to participants in the fundraising effort, though, and have been plotting out some beaded items requested from that event. In spite of procrastinating on reading and projects, I have somehow managed to get good grades on my papers. I would grade myself much more harshly, so I suppose it's a good thing I don't grade myself.

I finished my first week at my new second job. My "temporary" first job is still hanging in there, on a week by week basis. After that I'll go to on-call. I'm working next week for sure. My second job is very part-time, 9 hours a week, doing reference in one of the departmental libraries on campus. It's a little unnerving. People ask questions, and I'm supposed to have the answers. Some I can answer, while others send me running to the office to ask the experts. It may well be more of a learning experience for me at the moment than for the people who ask me things.