Monday, November 29, 2010

dexter quote of the night

"despite having considered myself a monster for as long as I can remember, it still comes as a shock when I'm confronted with the depth of evil that exists in this world."

Saturday, November 27, 2010

thanks

i have a lot to be thankful for, it seems.  on an absolute scale in comparison to most people on this planet, i'd be an ingrate.  here's a good article on the feeling of being ungrateful:

http://www.russellmoore.com/2010/11/23/why-im-ungrateful/

it's kind of like when you're in a poker tournament and you bust out in the money, and people who don't play ask you like, "why are you upset, you just won x dollars."  but in reality, you've already experienced that elation of winning x dollars at that point of the tournament, the mindset is "i've got x dollars locked up, now let's see if i can get some more gold"  you become disappointed because you didn't win x + y dollars when you bust at that point.


so yes, compared to the whole human race, i do have a lot to be thankful for.  the superficial things would definitely put me in the top 99.9% probably (estimated 7,000,000 ppl in that category):

1) it's nice having a large cache of cash (ucwidt)
2) it's good being tall (being a short guy would probably suck)
3) having leverage from my background that would lead to a lot of opportunity and what not (education, connections, etc.)

and more srs stuff like:

1) generally been pretty healthy given how poorly i treat my body
2) having the freedom to pursue what i want because of my financial cushion
3) having a sister that loves me even though i'm annoying
4) having a mother that loves me even though i don't answer her calls all the time
5) having a father that loves me even though i don't listen to what he wants me to do with my life
6) having friends that actually listen to me and don't unfriend me when i go turn into emo tech
7) having a mind that is able to really absorb and understand and learn from the experiences that i have, and being able to slowly piece together the meaning of it all.
8) having the feeling of purpose in life (however faint of an inkling it might be at the moment, it does exist)


so, yeah.  thanks.  people.  God.  wat.

Friday, November 5, 2010

korean funeral procedings

chilling.  that's the best way to describe the sobbing of my 3rd aunt, my grandmother's primary caretaker in the past decade or so, during the funeral.  as she lay the flowers on the coffin before burial, she broke down in the type of wailing you only see in dramatic films.  she kept saying that she was sorry, even though i don't really think she really had anything to be sorry about.  perhaps she was sorry for not being there during the actual time of death (she had gone home temporarily with us to take a short break and didn't think my grandmother would pass away so quickly once her blood pressure dropped), or not doing "enough" to keep her healthy for a longer period of time.  we probably all carried some sort of guilt, my father for not coming earlier to see my grandmother one last time when she was conscious because he had scheduled too much work, and me perhaps for not really being that close with my family in korea enough to really feel impacted.  the feeling of my grandmother passing hasn't really sunk in yet, and maybe it won't really, because it's not really an integral or everyday part of my life that will be missing.

when we landed at 3:30am on saturday, we quickly rushed to the hospital for a quick look at my grandmother.  she was comatose, pale, in the intensive care unit, basically being kept alive by the machines.  to me, it was almost as if it was already too late, the grandmother that wanted to see her favorite son (my father) had already fallen into unconsciousness and the plane of interaction between us and her could never be crossed again.  at 12pm, my father told the doctors to cease iv fluids that maintained her blood pressure, and a couple hours later, she passed away.  the wake process started almost immediately after which lasted until 4:30 am monday.  we all dressed in funeral garb, the men in suits and the women in traditional black hanboks.  some, like my father, stayed at the wake location the entire time, while others went back to catch an hour or so before coming back on sunday. 

sunday morning, the funeral managers (i don't know what to call these people, they weren't exactly just undertakers) prepared the body for burial.  our collective family sat in a room with a glass window, watching them clean the head, arms and legs of the body, and then wrap it up.  they then gave us fake money to place on her (so she could spend money in the afterlife), to which my mother and i declined.  after the body was made in a weird decorative mummification type thing, it was placed in a coffin, where it would lay until it was transported to the burial site the following day.

during the wake period, there were several periods where we would all collectively bow in front of a table filled with an assortment of food, first each son with spouse in order of birth, then the daughters with spouse in order of birth, then the son's sons in order of the son's birth, then the son's daughter, then the daughter's children, then all together.  the funeral manager guy would do some weird ritual of swirling some soju over these incense candles and then click chopsticks against a bowl, signifying that the deceased has eaten.  this process would repeat several times during the day.

after periods of meeting random people who had come to pay their respects (mostly friends of my father), and taking short naps in between, i was too exhausted to think much of anything during the actual wake.  when we finally all rode a bus to the grave site around 2 hours outside of seoul, i had almost emptied all thought.

the grave site was a large mountain that was pretty much dedicated to being a graveyard.  just from first glance, i'd say there have to be like at least 10,000 graves on it, maybe even a large multiple more.  it had the look of an ancient civilization lost long ago, with neat rows and rows of graves, graves as far as the eye can see.  that was where we finally buried my grandmother, and had the bowing ceremonial thing again with a small table of food prepared in front of the grave.  we started to then lay dirt on the coffin.  once a body is buried, it does give a sense of finality to someone's life.  the body is now physically separated from us, further representing a psychological severing of any connection with the deceased.  i surmise that it was this that caused my aunt to finally break down, and by doing so, brought emotion to the rest of the family.  it was strange to see my father comfort my aunt as a role as a brother, a role i never see him in.  it was also the first time i've seen him smoke a cigarette in my life.

after a day of mourning on tuesday, where it consisted of us just staying in the day and hanging out, we went back to the gravesite once more where we again did the bowing ceremony thing one last time.  we paid our last respects, and i wondered to myself what i was feeling again.  the grandmother i knew was the grandmother i left behind the last time i saw her over 9 years ago.  in my mind, perhaps i had already let go of her as she faded in my memory.  maybe that's why there was little for me to hold on to.  as sad as it is, there was a period of transition where i just "outgrew" her, when there was no real possible growth in our relationship left in the way that it existed, without any real physical interaction.

and that to me was even more chilling than my aunt's sobs for forgiveness, the realization of the coldness of my own heart.