If Jakarta, Then Papaya

Iceland. Part I.

Tue, 16 Oct 2012 08:51:00 +0700

I want to post every photo I took in Iceland. Every photo. No editing. No cropping. Just gorgeous.

Don’t worry - we were only there for about 24 hours. So, it is not that many photos. And I am exaggerating. I won’t show you all of the photos of the sheep. Just a few sheep photos.

For the rest of the photos, please see my other blog, Rooster Briefcase.

Rooster Briefcase

Fri, 14 Sep 2012 13:47:17 +0700

Rooster Briefcase:

I am posting the photos, observations and silliness from my life and travels here at my latest blog, Rooster Briefcase. Rooster Briefcase is my name for the custom chicken carrying baskets that I first saw in the airport in Indonesia. And it seemed like a handy way to refer to all the strange and lovely bits that one comes across in the world.

Nasi goreng

Fri, 25 May 2012 22:33:00 +0700

I woke up with a serious craving for nasi goreng (fried rice). If I were in Jakarta, I could get a dish of nasi goreng in almost any restaurant in the metropolis. Yes, even the italian restaurants, the bistros, the sushi bars - they all have nasi goreng. There is no american equivalent - no dish that is in on almost every menu in this country.*

Nasi goreng is simple everyday fried rice, eaten at any time of day in my world. In Indonesia, it comes with sambal, and often has an fried egg on top. There are vegetables in the dish, and hopefully little crunchy fried shallots, as well. It may have poultry, tofu, seafood or meat, depending on where you are, and who is cooking. There are probably an infinite number of regional variations to nasi goreng.

It is reputedly a breakfast meal for Indonesians, but my sense is that it is acceptable to eat nasi goreng at any meal. The population of diners in Jakarta is incredibly, deeply diverse and has been this way for centuries. My guess is that all those restaurants have nasi goreng for a few reasons:

1. Children love fried rice.

2. If you have a Southeast Asian guest who is unfamiliar and/or uninterested in western/european/japanese/other cuisine (imagine a picky, demanding grandmother figure, perhaps), it is no problem, because you have Nasi Goreng on the menu.

3. Nasi Goreng is delicious - spicy, bright, eggy, colorful and sometimes a bit greasy (in the best way). And therefore, it is the perfect thing to always have in your kitchen, and thus, your restaurant.

So, here’s my problem. If I want nasi goreng for breakfast here in Seattle, I have to make it myself. Which means I either need to (a) learn to anticipate my food cravings (very unlikely, given their frequency and diversity) or (2) always have the ingredients for nasi goreng on hand. Option 2 is somewhat complicated by the fact that nasi goreng is fried rice, which means I need cool, cooked rice on hand, or a very long wait for breakfast.

There is another option - I open a very small shop ( perhaps you might call it a stall, or a cart) which serves nasi goreng and sweet milky cofffee - and nothing more. Are you beginning to see how powerful my food cravings can be? Can you guess what I am going to be having for lunch today?

* For further consideration: What is the most common dish on American restaurant menus? And what does that dish say about us?

Meyer Lemon Scarcity. What would you do with your one & only...

Wed, 16 May 2012 05:25:33 +0700

Meyer Lemon Scarcity. What would you do with your one & only homegrown Meyer Lemon?

cmonstah: warbyparker: Whoa. The MLA has officially devised a...

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 05:27:15 +0700

cmonstah:

warbyparker:

Whoa. The MLA has officially devised a standard format to cite tweets in an academic paper. Sign of the times.

Have at it, nerds.

Tweet Citation Style Rules.

Indonesia ranked as the Happiest Country

Sun, 26 Feb 2012 13:25:52 +0700

Indonesia ranked as the Happiest Country:

allaboutindonesia:

In a study by The Economist, Indonesia is ranked the happiest in a recent poll.

Click on the title to learn more!

Cheers,

Proud Indonesian

I believe it.

Hello, my name is Kemal. I'm Indonesian and live between Bandung and Jakarta. Just wanted to say I LOVE your blog. I love how you describe Jakarta in such positive way. You know, many people really hates Jakarta (mostly because of its fabulous traffic). But this one is different. And also, I love your posts about other Indonesians stuff; the details and the little things. They make me want to post more stuff abt Indonesia! Cool blog & cheers!

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 03:16:00 +0700

Thanks, Kemal. Jakarta is a challenging place, in so many ways, and there were certainly days that I found it incredibly frustrating. But, I am so glad I had the chance to explore Jakarta, and loved my time in Indonesia. Keeping this blog helped me to focus on the positive, interesting, fascinating aspects of Jakarta, and provided some balance to the very really challenges of life there (pollution, traffic…). I miss Indonesia, in all its complexity. Thanks again for writing, Kemal.

Leaping into the New Year at Golden Gardens.

Fri, 06 Jan 2012 02:24:11 +0700

Leaping into the New Year at Golden Gardens.

Surf Casting at Sunset

Sat, 03 Dec 2011 03:29:01 +0700

Surf Casting at Sunset

Thank goodness, I finally found my mittens.

Fri, 18 Nov 2011 03:39:49 +0700

Thank goodness, I finally found my mittens.

A short list

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 07:05:09 +0700

A short list of what I am missing today, in no particular order:

1. Spice and warmth.

2. My big humidity hair (see below).

3. The sounds of street life in Kebayoran Baru.

4. The small everyday interactions with the people in our house & neighborhood.

5. Learning Bahasa Indonesia.

6. The opportunity & motivation to travel, explore and experience Indonesia from within.

7. The edge and the uncertainty that accompany unfamiliarity.

Blue to the left…

Sat, 12 Nov 2011 06:14:29 +0700

Blue to the left…

The other side of the world

Thu, 10 Nov 2011 05:54:00 +0700

A little more than a month ago, Larry and I were in Sumba, a relatively un-touristed island in East Nusa Tenggara, Indonesia. Sumba is literally the other side of the world from Seattle, and not just in the geographical sense of the phrase. There are deep and profound differences between here and there.

And our experience in Sumba further emphasized the world of difference that can exist between communities. Because we were staying in a lovely place - secluded, deluxe, exclusive and absolutely beautiful. But on one of our three days in this gorgeous place, we ventured out to go to the local market, visit the local watering hole (not a pub - the actual watering hole for the water buffalo), see a bit of the agricultural projects going on in the community, and visit a village.

So, the photos below are from our visit to the village. Our guide introduced us to the head honcho, who offered to share some betelnut with us as a gesture of welcome. We awkwardly and politely declined the betelnut, knowing that to do so would be seen as a gesture of rudeness on our part. But sometimes cultural greetings just don’t translate. And betelnut is not for me.

There are a few noteworthy characteristics of the villages in this part of the world. The shape and structure of their homes, as you will see, are incredibly distinctive.

Houses, with megalithic graves in the foreground.

Their burial traditions are very much an integral part of their culture. They bury their dead above ground in megaliths, using stones from a particular site on the island. These above ground tombs hold multiple members of a family, and are sited in close proximity to the family homes.

We had a fascinating discussion with our guide about the differences between Sumbanese burial traditions and a variety of burial traditions in the West. While talking about the tradition of communal graves, he said something along the lines of “We live together, why would we want to be alone in death?”. I thought it was a very compelling argument and indicated something about the importance of family and community in the culture.

A water buffalo skull on the porch of a home.

How cute are those kids? We were there around midday, and everyone was staying out of the heat of the sun, under the shady overhang of the roof.

One of the other things that Sumba is known for are ikat, which are a particular type of textile that are woven by the women in the villages. Soon after we arrived, various families brought out their wares for display.

Now, when you look at the photos that follow, please focus on the textiles and the village, not myself. And give me a little credit for a complete lack in vanity in sharing these photos with you. Because I know I look a total dork.

Here I am, gracefully donning a skirt.

Getting some assistance from the weaver. Note her very modern attire.

The fit is adjusted with some precision folding.

Voila.

Forgive my scowling; I think I am impatient with the photographer at this point, and quite possibly wilting from the heat. Larry and I happily bought several textiles in this village, and elsewhere in Sumba. And then we returned to another world, only half an hour’s drive away.

And as I write this now, Sumba feels half a world or more away from Seattle. But the photos help me remember, and we’ll hang the textiles on the wall and think fondly of Sumba and Indonesia and all the great and wide differences that exist in the world.

Sometimes people are just beautiful.

Thu, 10 Nov 2011 02:58:05 +0700

Sometimes people are just beautiful.

Incoming.

Wed, 09 Nov 2011 06:43:58 +0700

Incoming.

Larry makes some headway, in a small, very tippy canoe in Lake...

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 11:42:35 +0700

Larry makes some headway, in a small, very tippy canoe in Lake Maninjau.

It’s Friday night. Anybody know where I can find a Bintang...

Sat, 05 Nov 2011 07:59:13 +0700

It’s Friday night. Anybody know where I can find a Bintang in Seattle?

Just a hop, skip and 20-hour flight away….

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 06:38:59 +0700

Just a hop, skip and 20-hour flight away….

Culture Shock

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 06:28:28 +0700

We’ve been back in Seattle for a little over a week now. The jet lag is starting to fade, and we are settling back into familiar routines. I am writing this from one of my favorite coffee shops, and I’ll probably go for a walk around Green Lake this afternoon. Autumn has draped itself over our city, and the air is crisp and clean.

Because the Pacific Northwest is so familiar to us, I can’t say I am experiencing culture shock but there are some differences that are so jarring they cannot be ignored. First and foremost, it is profoundly quieter here. And I find it unsettling. I really had gotten accustomed to the pounding, honking, backfiring cacophony that was Jakarta. I hadn’t known that I was accustomed to the noise, of course. But, apparently I was, because I miss it.

In particular, I miss the sounds of the guys selling brooms and buckets from a cart that they rolled through our little neighborhood daily. sAAAPPPUUUU. sAAAAPPPUUUUU. (Sapu means broom in Bahasa Indonesia). I even sort of miss the sound of the neighborhood security guys banging on the metal pole in the middle of the night (twice) to let us know they weren’t asleep at their post. I think I miss the fundamental illogic of that last bit more than anything. Because Jakarta is a bit illogical, and I was really just start to get into my own illogical Jakarta groove when it was time to wrap things up and head back to the Seattle.

On the day before we flew out of Jakarta, we had stopped by a favorite coffee shop to get some coffee beans and some caffeine to fuel our last gasp of packing. We struck up a conversation with a photographer/journalist who was working on a project documenting the coffee scene in Jakarta. He had been living in Jakarta for 2 or 3 years and something he said captured some of my sentiments on life in Jakarta quite accurately. Upon hearing that we were relocating after just one year, he said with a smile, “But it takes you a year to stop fighting with Jakarta…”. And I know what he means. A year is just a handy way of expressing time - I don’t think it took me quite a year (and it probably only took Larry a couple of months). But, it does take some time before you realize the ways in which to adapt your life to the insistent, changeable beat of Jakarta. Although Jakarta is always changing (and also Jakarta Always Jam), Jakarta will certainly change you more than you can it.

My friend Karen asked me in what ways had I changed in Jakarta and in particular what changes in myself did I want to hold onto, to continue, to persevere. Adaptability was a hallmark of my time in Indonesia. I was constantly striving for an ability to just roll with the changes, and I would like to think I got better as the year progressed. Another lesson, of course, is that everything is relative - even adaptability. But, the lesson of relativity is for another day, my friends.

Next year, this face will be carved into a pumpkin. I should...

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 01:26:22 +0700

Next year, this face will be carved into a pumpkin. I should probably start practicing now.