Here today, in London tomorrow, and off to Morocco the day after! I've been a busy bee, but I guess that's more or less status quo. Speaking of 'bees'---I've just learned this and wish to share it:
Did you know that bee pollen is a near perfect food? It contains twenty two amino acids (so is a good source of protein), twenty-seven minerals and all known vitamins, in particular the B vitamins, including the elusive B12. If you were stranded on a desert island, and had nothing but bee pollen and water you could survive.
Bee pollen is particularly agreeable because of its convenience: it tastes sweet like honey, so is easy to give to children and very good value too. Every time we get stressed in our daily lives, it depletes our B-vitamins; taking a spoonful or two of pollen is a great way to boost our reserves, help us get over the stress and start buzzing again!
The granules are gathered within the National Biosphere reserve of the Danube delta in Romania. The Danube delta is one of the richest and most diverse nature reserves in Europe and is home to more than 5,500 species of flora and fauna - it was designated a 'World Heritage Site' by UNESCO in 1990. The delta is a pristine, pollution free environment, which is essential for the quality of the bee pollen.
A recommended dosage is to begin with one teaspoon of granules daily, and build up over days or weeks until you are noticing a definite boost in your energy levels! I’ve just bought some and I usually sprinkle it over my porridge each morning.
So YES I've been learning lots, and I daresay the past three months could even be considered a bit of an 'Elise enlightenment'; academics have been awesome, but I believe several successive successful completions of Sudoku puzzles and a homemade white Béchamel sauce are my two latest and greatest achievements! I'm also in the midst of writing my first report for Rotary International, and I thought you may enjoy reading my response to the following Q.---What are your first impressions of your host country and community?
I said:
At first glance England didn’t appear to be all that distinct from the United States. In fact, when I arrived I initially thought I’d adjusted quite quickly! Of course there were obvious divergences; here, cars drive on the left-hand side of the road and words are often pronounced differently or even carry alternative meanings. For example, when someone asks for “Lou” in the U.S. they are most likely looking for a person, where in England, the “loo” is an informal reference to the toilet! My hapless roommate from Maine made this inaugural mistake, and corrected a British gentleman saying “Oh no, my name’s Julia!”
It was only after a few weeks that I began to notice certain nuances, which compiled together, created a contrasting culture unique to anything I’ve ever encountered. And indubitably, almost everyday now I find I’m exposed to another dynamic dimension of ‘Englishness’ that catches me by surprise. These realizations stem from multiple sources, and have sometimes arisen out of embarrassing experiences due to previous erroneous assumptions. A brief word of caution to future travelers who are England bound; please note that ‘locker’ and ‘changing’ rooms do not necessarily refer to the same place. Where ‘locker’ facilities are almost always communal, the ‘changing’ areas are separated by sex.
Then, by far my favorite events in foreign countries are festivals; they simultaneously give great insight into illustrating a country’s historical traditions and contemporary culture. Every year on the 5th of November England celebrates Bonfire Night, which remembers an infamous fellow, Guy Fawkes, and his failed attempt to blow up Parliament in 1605. This narrative may sound vaguely familiar, as the recently released movie ‘V for Vendetta’ was roughly based on it. A little town called Lewes located twenty minutes by train from Brighton is said to be the best place for Bonfire Night, and this year I was there! The evening commenced with wild fanfare, where local men, women and children dressed head to toe in elaborate costumes and paraded through the streets carrying live torches and lighting a litany of firecrackers. Interspersed among the marchers were huge effigies filled with fireworks for the after party. Guy Fawkes of course is a consistent theme, and the other towering constructs annually change. This year George Bush and the late Steve Irwin were also represented, and I’m still asking myself exactly why. Post-parade people followed their favorite effigy into surrounding fields where they were then sparked aglow; burning alongside the most massive bonfire I’ve ever seen! The sticks were piled at least 15 feet high, and the hot blaze was felt from at least the same distance away. Since I’ve arrived in England this night has been my most memorable experience, and I can hardly wait to see what other fantastic festivals I’ll find myself mesmerized by in the near future.
Right-o, I'm off to University for a lecture and study session. Tonight's jazz and then I must get packing! Much love ya!
05 December 2006
13 October 2006
Bits and pieces from Brighton!
I've been here a day short of two weeks, and while initially I thought I'd transitioned terrifically in two days, I've now realized it'll take time. Superficially, England doesn't appear to be considerably altered from what I know. However, scratch the surface, and instantaneously there are inCREDible insights into a contrasting culture incomparable to another. Yes, I reckon that's more or less an obvious universal truth; but it seems I usually first seek similarities to ground my feet in foreign lands, and THEN delve into dynamic differences with an incessant inquiring mind.
Speaking of "scratching", I've been doing that to my head a lot and wondering: "why do the English seem overly concerned with fires?" We have weekly Friday drills at my flat, and Monday night I was at an event where we had to re-arrange the chairs three times to free the fire escape! Phrases perplex me sometimes too. In Japan I picked up a decent dose of lingo from British mates, but I'd never heard anyone say "have you a lighter up your bum cause they'll arrest you!" This was shouted aloud by a not-so-sober bystander while I ran by him on the boardwalk this afternoon.
Onto ale, apparently it’s kosher to drink all hours of the day! Pubs have people in them from 8 a.m., and in fact, most of my seminars are immediately followed by further informal chats with pints in pubs! Then, this may disappoint some, but I’ve become more or less a teetotaler. This could have been caused by sipping so much “sake” at endless “enkais” in Japan, and I guess that’s quite alright. Cheese has become my latest vice.
Meanwhile, meandering among the masses I’m hearing SO many languages. And when “espanol” or “nihongo” trickles in, I can’t HELP but to eavesdrop! I know this is ridiculously rude, and at times I’m discovered when I unconsciously answer a query with a quick reply. I’m a hopeless extrovert, always keen to converse, even and especially with complete strangers! It’s those unpredictable instances which often make my day. I love a sassy smirk, unwarranted wink, and raised eyebrows of suspicious surprise!
Finally, for all you savvy Skypters, I’ve finally joined up. I’m Elise54321 so save me to your contact list. Please send your details as well! Cheerio then, I’m off.
Speaking of "scratching", I've been doing that to my head a lot and wondering: "why do the English seem overly concerned with fires?" We have weekly Friday drills at my flat, and Monday night I was at an event where we had to re-arrange the chairs three times to free the fire escape! Phrases perplex me sometimes too. In Japan I picked up a decent dose of lingo from British mates, but I'd never heard anyone say "have you a lighter up your bum cause they'll arrest you!" This was shouted aloud by a not-so-sober bystander while I ran by him on the boardwalk this afternoon.
Onto ale, apparently it’s kosher to drink all hours of the day! Pubs have people in them from 8 a.m., and in fact, most of my seminars are immediately followed by further informal chats with pints in pubs! Then, this may disappoint some, but I’ve become more or less a teetotaler. This could have been caused by sipping so much “sake” at endless “enkais” in Japan, and I guess that’s quite alright. Cheese has become my latest vice.
Meanwhile, meandering among the masses I’m hearing SO many languages. And when “espanol” or “nihongo” trickles in, I can’t HELP but to eavesdrop! I know this is ridiculously rude, and at times I’m discovered when I unconsciously answer a query with a quick reply. I’m a hopeless extrovert, always keen to converse, even and especially with complete strangers! It’s those unpredictable instances which often make my day. I love a sassy smirk, unwarranted wink, and raised eyebrows of suspicious surprise!
Finally, for all you savvy Skypters, I’ve finally joined up. I’m Elise54321 so save me to your contact list. Please send your details as well! Cheerio then, I’m off.
29 August 2006
"Good To Have You Home"
We've grown up way too fast,
living day by day.
But the memories of the past,
will never fade away.
Maybe someday,
you'll decide to settle down.
But until then,
keep tracking new ground.
Think of all the places,
that you've traveled, unraveled.
The many faces met along the way.
We know that there are many places, you still have to roam.
But right now, it's just good to have you home.
Just think of all the years we've shared,
and how they've shaped our lives.
Helping each other,
get through our troubled times.
It's been such a long time,
since I have seen your face.
But now you're coming home,
And all I can say...is...
It's good to have you home.
Thank you brother for the beautiful song! I love you.
living day by day.
But the memories of the past,
will never fade away.
Maybe someday,
you'll decide to settle down.
But until then,
keep tracking new ground.
Think of all the places,
that you've traveled, unraveled.
The many faces met along the way.
We know that there are many places, you still have to roam.
But right now, it's just good to have you home.
Just think of all the years we've shared,
and how they've shaped our lives.
Helping each other,
get through our troubled times.
It's been such a long time,
since I have seen your face.
But now you're coming home,
And all I can say...is...
It's good to have you home.
Thank you brother for the beautiful song! I love you.
14 May 2006
JET reflections
Dear 2006-7 In-bound JETs,
Greetings and WELCOME to Aomori! By now you've probably realized you'll soon be living in Honshu's most northern prefecture: nationally noted for the Nebuta festival, redelicious apples, and labyrinth-like snow banks.
Some of you have already had extensive experience with Japan - its language and culture, while others are wondering what exactly to expect. I was part of the latter group. When I arrived in August of 2003 my Japanese repertoire consisted of two words, Konnichiwa and Sayonara, and I'd only eaten sushi once - California Rolls - (if that counts) while visiting a mate in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
So yes, my arrival was accompanied by several surprises! And during the first few hours in Aomori, I believe I committed at least four faux pas. I offered a hearty handshake to my supervisor as he graciously bowed, and narrowly missed jabbing him in the head, then got into the driver's side of his Toyota minutes later, continually confused "dozo" (after you, or here you are) with "domo" (thanks) on the ride to my apartment, and raced into my new home completely unaware that the "indoor shoe rule" also applied to houses!
By now I'm quite confident you're not only questioning my competence, but probably also wondering how I've managed to survive abroad in Japan for three years. I don't deny some days have been difficult, but they've been equally met with great growth - both personally and professionally. I've acquired tangible skills, some more useful than others. I'm now able to successfully drive manual on the left-hand side of the road, sit "seiza" style for sixty minutes, fold paper cranes, and most recently, I realized I've reached a language level proficient enough to joke in Japanese! It's a wonderful feeling to have people laughing "with" versus "at" you. Although, the second still happens sometimes too! And that's perfectly okay.
I've learned how to listen more and talk less, practice greater patience, and balance ideals from a culture I've grown up in, with another culture I continue to identify myself more with! Although I'm in Japan "teaching English", much of my time is spent listening: to colleagues who wish to impart their knowledge, students who want to share their stories, smiling strangers at the supermarket, and children in my neighborhood eager to say "hello" and then spout their favorite English expressions.
I've also found that living abroad requires much patience. It sometimes takes double or triple the time to complete day-to-day tasks, which is initially frustrating, but eventually becomes a favorite memory. Seeing Tamura-san, the "scooter man", to repair my Yamaha ride at times entails an entire afternoon! He loves to babble in Tsugaru-ben while I sip Georgia coffee. And, when the can's empty he brings out the Ghana dark chocolate - a love I cannot resist. All who know me well can attest to that!
While fully expressing myself in Japanese continues to be a challenge, understanding indirect communication has been even more perplexing! My colleague, Mikami-sensei, refers to it as "spiral speech". It took many months before I was able to deduce that "it might be difficult", "maybe" and "I'm not sure" = "no". Communicating effectively in Japanese involves intuition, and the ability to read between the lines. Relaying direct information isn't the superlative goal. Rather, emphasis is placed on the intention, delivery and reception of that information. I've come to both respect and utilize this approach when speaking to someone I don't know very well, or to be diplomatic in discussing delicate issues.
In the past three years I've also had a plethora of awesome adventures! I've discovered new pastimes, developed others, and devoted the remainder of my time to Take-san - the best Shiatsu masseuse in Aomori! He's miraculous. Talk to Natalia upon arrival for details. I've turned snowboard silly and Thai Chi crazy. I've tooted my flute in the Aomori orchestra, jumped & jived in jazz dance, thrown pots in my ceramic class, and taken my trek roadie on long rides with Aomori's die hard cyclist clan! My most gratifying experiences have derived from these opportunities and personal friendships. They've offered me a genuine glance of Japan.
To each of you I wish the best of luck! I hope your time on the JET programme will be as fulfilling as mine has been. Before you arrive be sure to keep in close contact with your predecessor; they are your greatest resource, and can answer all of your questions. Come with an open mind and an enthusiastic spirit and I've no doubts you'll fare well. Ganbatte!
Cheers,
Elise
Toyama H.S.
Greetings and WELCOME to Aomori! By now you've probably realized you'll soon be living in Honshu's most northern prefecture: nationally noted for the Nebuta festival, redelicious apples, and labyrinth-like snow banks.
Some of you have already had extensive experience with Japan - its language and culture, while others are wondering what exactly to expect. I was part of the latter group. When I arrived in August of 2003 my Japanese repertoire consisted of two words, Konnichiwa and Sayonara, and I'd only eaten sushi once - California Rolls - (if that counts) while visiting a mate in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
So yes, my arrival was accompanied by several surprises! And during the first few hours in Aomori, I believe I committed at least four faux pas. I offered a hearty handshake to my supervisor as he graciously bowed, and narrowly missed jabbing him in the head, then got into the driver's side of his Toyota minutes later, continually confused "dozo" (after you, or here you are) with "domo" (thanks) on the ride to my apartment, and raced into my new home completely unaware that the "indoor shoe rule" also applied to houses!
By now I'm quite confident you're not only questioning my competence, but probably also wondering how I've managed to survive abroad in Japan for three years. I don't deny some days have been difficult, but they've been equally met with great growth - both personally and professionally. I've acquired tangible skills, some more useful than others. I'm now able to successfully drive manual on the left-hand side of the road, sit "seiza" style for sixty minutes, fold paper cranes, and most recently, I realized I've reached a language level proficient enough to joke in Japanese! It's a wonderful feeling to have people laughing "with" versus "at" you. Although, the second still happens sometimes too! And that's perfectly okay.
I've learned how to listen more and talk less, practice greater patience, and balance ideals from a culture I've grown up in, with another culture I continue to identify myself more with! Although I'm in Japan "teaching English", much of my time is spent listening: to colleagues who wish to impart their knowledge, students who want to share their stories, smiling strangers at the supermarket, and children in my neighborhood eager to say "hello" and then spout their favorite English expressions.
I've also found that living abroad requires much patience. It sometimes takes double or triple the time to complete day-to-day tasks, which is initially frustrating, but eventually becomes a favorite memory. Seeing Tamura-san, the "scooter man", to repair my Yamaha ride at times entails an entire afternoon! He loves to babble in Tsugaru-ben while I sip Georgia coffee. And, when the can's empty he brings out the Ghana dark chocolate - a love I cannot resist. All who know me well can attest to that!
While fully expressing myself in Japanese continues to be a challenge, understanding indirect communication has been even more perplexing! My colleague, Mikami-sensei, refers to it as "spiral speech". It took many months before I was able to deduce that "it might be difficult", "maybe" and "I'm not sure" = "no". Communicating effectively in Japanese involves intuition, and the ability to read between the lines. Relaying direct information isn't the superlative goal. Rather, emphasis is placed on the intention, delivery and reception of that information. I've come to both respect and utilize this approach when speaking to someone I don't know very well, or to be diplomatic in discussing delicate issues.
In the past three years I've also had a plethora of awesome adventures! I've discovered new pastimes, developed others, and devoted the remainder of my time to Take-san - the best Shiatsu masseuse in Aomori! He's miraculous. Talk to Natalia upon arrival for details. I've turned snowboard silly and Thai Chi crazy. I've tooted my flute in the Aomori orchestra, jumped & jived in jazz dance, thrown pots in my ceramic class, and taken my trek roadie on long rides with Aomori's die hard cyclist clan! My most gratifying experiences have derived from these opportunities and personal friendships. They've offered me a genuine glance of Japan.
To each of you I wish the best of luck! I hope your time on the JET programme will be as fulfilling as mine has been. Before you arrive be sure to keep in close contact with your predecessor; they are your greatest resource, and can answer all of your questions. Come with an open mind and an enthusiastic spirit and I've no doubts you'll fare well. Ganbatte!
Cheers,
Elise
Toyama H.S.
27 April 2006
Masatoshi' s Speech..............
"Thinking about Bicultural Marriage is important. First of all it can deeply know the history and culture in each country. Next power to speak a foreign language might be postponed in dramatic form. The reason for the most important thing is however that the possibility that it can meet a wonderful woman like Elise rises. Seeing the wide world even when marrying thinks it is important the summary."
30 March 2006
Hisash!
Tis been awhile since I've blogged. It's not that I lack material or motivation, but my energy's been engaged elsewhere. I've had loads of vacay visitors, conferences in Yokohama and Tokyo, and trippy trips of my own to hippy Hiroshima and cultural Mecca Kyoto! "Curry King" FTF came back for a month's stint and we headed to Mt. Hakkoda heaps. Most memorable was our backcountry hike up "Maedake", and sweet ride down, carving fresh lines through powder, until I hit a hidden tree stump and went flying, superman style into prickly brush. I almost escaped unscathed, minus an avocado imprint on my left thigh to prove the tale. An exact replica from a former incident in December also proved to be a quirky conversation starter in Australia while basking on Bondi beach in my bikini. Names and countries of origin were bypassed and the first question I was usually asked was, "What the hell happened to you?!"
On March 2nd, my parents, two sisters and B.G. arrived in Aomori for a week's stay! Though initially hesitant as to how I'd be able to weld two separate spheres together, and most importantly, how the six of us could survive sleeping in cramped quarters of my modest flat, I can honestly say it was one of the best weeks I've had in Japan. Time and again my family impressed me with their enthusiasm to try anything. My papa even tasted cod testes, a local delicacy which I usually decline! We team taught at Toyama together, and my sisters became instant celebrities. The students whipped out their mobile phones and simultaneously snapped photos of the blue eyed blondies. My Momma was also a hit, surrounded by her groupies for so long I had to shoo the flies away! I was really happy to host B.G. too. He balanced Spofford silliness well, and I know my Papa enjoyed their coffee talk and pool swim in piggy pink swim caps! Other highlights of the week were trying on kimonos (of which you've probably already viewed the pic), partaking in a traditional Japanese tea ceremony, drinking "sake" with my colleagues, and visiting the biggest Buddha in Japan!
A day after my family and B.G. left, T.R. arrived with two great loves: raw cheese and a jar of gold - Maranatha PB. I was so excited to see him that I couldn't resist leaping into his arms! We spent the rest of the evening eating spicy black bean soup and re-inventing lyrics to "Down by the Bay". "Have you ever had a squeal, atop the world's tallest wheel?" ...down by the bay! Actually yes, I have, but to avoid any ambiguity it was from my fear of heights. Ironically enough though, it was on Valentine's Day in Yokohama with my good mate C.H.! At the bottom of the ferris wheel were 3 men with boxes of dark chocolate - a third love. I was told to choose the cutest of the lot. Two young bucks were getting all the biz, so I opted for the oldie! His toothless gaping grin is all I recall of that moment.
At midnight March 15th I welcomed two more MN mates: M.S. (now M.S.M.), and her husband J.M.! Though M.S.M. and I hadn't seen each other for eons, we picked up where we left off, and by 3 a.m. we were almost brought up to speed. For the next four days we ventured around Aomori, taking in Take-san's magnificent massages, hitting up hot springs, and snacking on "kaiten" conveyor belt sushi! On Sunday we skipped onto the "Shinkansen", and 5 train rides later arrived in Hiroshima. Giving into growling tummies, we wandered to "Okonomura" for Japan's best "Okonomiaki" - Hiroshima style: a layered dish consisting of a thin pancake, cabbage and bean sprouts, soba buckwheat noodles, and a fried egg all topped with a savory salty sweet sauce!
Neither Hiroshima nor Kyoto was what I'd imagined them to be. Hiroshima was SO VERDANT, one would never guess it was destroyed by an atomic bomb 60 years ago. And, Kyoto's modernity took me by surprise. I didn't expect to see skyscrapers, Starbuck's coffee and subway lines! However, after wandering for four days I realized "my" Kyoto DID exist; Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines were everywhere, sandwiched between fast food chains and scattered around the city. It was stunning to see such stark contrast side by side. I felt like Dorothy, leaving a black and white world in Kansas and stepping into colorful Oz. I didn't find a Scarecrow, Tinman or Lion, but I was lucky to spot a Geisha! If you're in search of a light read may I recommend Geisha of Gion by Mineko Iwasaki. I believe it clears up a lot of misconceptions about Geisha, and gives good insight into the actual lives they lead. Best of all it was written by one.
If you're keen to see more pictures check out my flickr account! I've posted photos of Australia, Vietnam, Hiroshima, Kyoto and favorite students at school! The link is: http://www.flickr.com/photos/emspofford - "dozo". Last, I should further explain my blog entry "To Who This May Concern...". The Lyseng Scholarship is a memorial dedicated to my grandparents, and is offered through St. Francis in L.F., assisting music students with lessons or instruments. My momma jokingly told me to apply when I decided to replace the Yamaha flute I've had since 4th grade, so I wrote a sincere flattering essay - which worked! This time I chose a 2006 German Weimar open hole flute - it's lovely!
On March 2nd, my parents, two sisters and B.G. arrived in Aomori for a week's stay! Though initially hesitant as to how I'd be able to weld two separate spheres together, and most importantly, how the six of us could survive sleeping in cramped quarters of my modest flat, I can honestly say it was one of the best weeks I've had in Japan. Time and again my family impressed me with their enthusiasm to try anything. My papa even tasted cod testes, a local delicacy which I usually decline! We team taught at Toyama together, and my sisters became instant celebrities. The students whipped out their mobile phones and simultaneously snapped photos of the blue eyed blondies. My Momma was also a hit, surrounded by her groupies for so long I had to shoo the flies away! I was really happy to host B.G. too. He balanced Spofford silliness well, and I know my Papa enjoyed their coffee talk and pool swim in piggy pink swim caps! Other highlights of the week were trying on kimonos (of which you've probably already viewed the pic), partaking in a traditional Japanese tea ceremony, drinking "sake" with my colleagues, and visiting the biggest Buddha in Japan!
A day after my family and B.G. left, T.R. arrived with two great loves: raw cheese and a jar of gold - Maranatha PB. I was so excited to see him that I couldn't resist leaping into his arms! We spent the rest of the evening eating spicy black bean soup and re-inventing lyrics to "Down by the Bay". "Have you ever had a squeal, atop the world's tallest wheel?" ...down by the bay! Actually yes, I have, but to avoid any ambiguity it was from my fear of heights. Ironically enough though, it was on Valentine's Day in Yokohama with my good mate C.H.! At the bottom of the ferris wheel were 3 men with boxes of dark chocolate - a third love. I was told to choose the cutest of the lot. Two young bucks were getting all the biz, so I opted for the oldie! His toothless gaping grin is all I recall of that moment.
At midnight March 15th I welcomed two more MN mates: M.S. (now M.S.M.), and her husband J.M.! Though M.S.M. and I hadn't seen each other for eons, we picked up where we left off, and by 3 a.m. we were almost brought up to speed. For the next four days we ventured around Aomori, taking in Take-san's magnificent massages, hitting up hot springs, and snacking on "kaiten" conveyor belt sushi! On Sunday we skipped onto the "Shinkansen", and 5 train rides later arrived in Hiroshima. Giving into growling tummies, we wandered to "Okonomura" for Japan's best "Okonomiaki" - Hiroshima style: a layered dish consisting of a thin pancake, cabbage and bean sprouts, soba buckwheat noodles, and a fried egg all topped with a savory salty sweet sauce!
Neither Hiroshima nor Kyoto was what I'd imagined them to be. Hiroshima was SO VERDANT, one would never guess it was destroyed by an atomic bomb 60 years ago. And, Kyoto's modernity took me by surprise. I didn't expect to see skyscrapers, Starbuck's coffee and subway lines! However, after wandering for four days I realized "my" Kyoto DID exist; Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines were everywhere, sandwiched between fast food chains and scattered around the city. It was stunning to see such stark contrast side by side. I felt like Dorothy, leaving a black and white world in Kansas and stepping into colorful Oz. I didn't find a Scarecrow, Tinman or Lion, but I was lucky to spot a Geisha! If you're in search of a light read may I recommend Geisha of Gion by Mineko Iwasaki. I believe it clears up a lot of misconceptions about Geisha, and gives good insight into the actual lives they lead. Best of all it was written by one.
If you're keen to see more pictures check out my flickr account! I've posted photos of Australia, Vietnam, Hiroshima, Kyoto and favorite students at school! The link is: http://www.flickr.com/photos/emspofford - "dozo". Last, I should further explain my blog entry "To Who This May Concern...". The Lyseng Scholarship is a memorial dedicated to my grandparents, and is offered through St. Francis in L.F., assisting music students with lessons or instruments. My momma jokingly told me to apply when I decided to replace the Yamaha flute I've had since 4th grade, so I wrote a sincere flattering essay - which worked! This time I chose a 2006 German Weimar open hole flute - it's lovely!
17 February 2006
To Who This May Concern...
Hello!
With this letter I wish to apply for a Lyseng Musical Scholarship to assist me in the acquisition of a new flute. Since childhood music has been an integral and important part of my life. It has and continues to comfort, challenge, and reward me in numerous ways.
My first memory of music was when I was five years old, singing "Angels Watching Over Me" with my mother each night before bedtime. After getting tucked in, she'd descend our vintage carpet stairs on 1st ST NE and play the piano, serenading me with her sweet melodies and harmonies. In 1st grade I was granted my first opportunity to perform on stage, singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" at L.F.C.H.S. in my pink corduroy pants, and flanked by two Jennifers: Brumbaugh and Hart.
During elementary school I began playing the piano, recorder and flute. My mother was my first piano teacher, and I'm deeply indebted to her for sticking with a stubborn 7 year old who was definitely at times a defiant student! My father, or "papito", as I love to call him has also influenced me with his love for music. He's the best kazoo player I know, and he's always been my number one fan at recitals and concerts!
Growing up music was a daily part of my life. In school I played in concert and jazz bands, on weekends our family sang and performed in our church choir, (note: though "perform" may seem somewhat of a polemical "palabra" in this situation, it's what I felt we did because we'd often receive an applause after mass), and on holidays dynamic duets were popular. In Moorhead, MN the girls: Grandma, aunties and cousins gave good live background tunes, and during celebrations with the Spoffords music was also ubiquitous, though, during these occasions it was more alternative and most likely caused by auntie Jeanette's baked beans!
Involvement with music has deepened my relationships with family and friends. It's allowed me to connect with them on multiple levels. The most memorable times with my grandma Naomi were playing piano duets from the Sound of Music. She'd take the bass clef and I the treble; we'd sing, laugh, cry, and afterwards she'd always have my favorite cookies warm and ready with a cup of cold milk!
To continue with an analogy of a marvelous musical; on more than one occasion the Spoffords have been likened to the vivacious Von Trap family with their tuneful talent. As previously mentioned, both of my parents are rhythmically inclined, and my siblings and I've been fortunate to receive their melodious genes. Together we are quite the versatile ensemble, covering string, woodwind and percussions sections. Unfortunately, I can't claim competency with brass because my brother Andrew had to drop the trombone in elementary school. He attributes this to physical and oral difficulties (his arm couldn't reach the last position and the mouthpiece gave him canker sores), but I believe he much preferred carrying a pair of wooden sticks to school.
In the future I plan to continue sharing the gift of music with others. Receiving a Lyseng Musical Scholarship would support this endeavor. I'm currently living in Japan teaching English on the JET program, and I'd like to be able to play my (new) flute in lessons at Elementary, Junior and Senior High School visits. Additionally, I would also utilize my new instrument to get further involved with music in my community of Aomori, Japan. Thank you very much for your time and consideration of my application. I'm available for questions at your convenience at emspofford@yahoo.com or 81.80.1831.9700. I look forward to hearing from you in the near future.
Best Regards,
Elizabeth M. Spofford
With this letter I wish to apply for a Lyseng Musical Scholarship to assist me in the acquisition of a new flute. Since childhood music has been an integral and important part of my life. It has and continues to comfort, challenge, and reward me in numerous ways.
My first memory of music was when I was five years old, singing "Angels Watching Over Me" with my mother each night before bedtime. After getting tucked in, she'd descend our vintage carpet stairs on 1st ST NE and play the piano, serenading me with her sweet melodies and harmonies. In 1st grade I was granted my first opportunity to perform on stage, singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" at L.F.C.H.S. in my pink corduroy pants, and flanked by two Jennifers: Brumbaugh and Hart.
During elementary school I began playing the piano, recorder and flute. My mother was my first piano teacher, and I'm deeply indebted to her for sticking with a stubborn 7 year old who was definitely at times a defiant student! My father, or "papito", as I love to call him has also influenced me with his love for music. He's the best kazoo player I know, and he's always been my number one fan at recitals and concerts!
Growing up music was a daily part of my life. In school I played in concert and jazz bands, on weekends our family sang and performed in our church choir, (note: though "perform" may seem somewhat of a polemical "palabra" in this situation, it's what I felt we did because we'd often receive an applause after mass), and on holidays dynamic duets were popular. In Moorhead, MN the girls: Grandma, aunties and cousins gave good live background tunes, and during celebrations with the Spoffords music was also ubiquitous, though, during these occasions it was more alternative and most likely caused by auntie Jeanette's baked beans!
Involvement with music has deepened my relationships with family and friends. It's allowed me to connect with them on multiple levels. The most memorable times with my grandma Naomi were playing piano duets from the Sound of Music. She'd take the bass clef and I the treble; we'd sing, laugh, cry, and afterwards she'd always have my favorite cookies warm and ready with a cup of cold milk!
To continue with an analogy of a marvelous musical; on more than one occasion the Spoffords have been likened to the vivacious Von Trap family with their tuneful talent. As previously mentioned, both of my parents are rhythmically inclined, and my siblings and I've been fortunate to receive their melodious genes. Together we are quite the versatile ensemble, covering string, woodwind and percussions sections. Unfortunately, I can't claim competency with brass because my brother Andrew had to drop the trombone in elementary school. He attributes this to physical and oral difficulties (his arm couldn't reach the last position and the mouthpiece gave him canker sores), but I believe he much preferred carrying a pair of wooden sticks to school.
In the future I plan to continue sharing the gift of music with others. Receiving a Lyseng Musical Scholarship would support this endeavor. I'm currently living in Japan teaching English on the JET program, and I'd like to be able to play my (new) flute in lessons at Elementary, Junior and Senior High School visits. Additionally, I would also utilize my new instrument to get further involved with music in my community of Aomori, Japan. Thank you very much for your time and consideration of my application. I'm available for questions at your convenience at emspofford@yahoo.com or 81.80.1831.9700. I look forward to hearing from you in the near future.
Best Regards,
Elizabeth M. Spofford
21 January 2006
Re-cap of adventures in Australia and Viet Nam!
Twenty days in Australia, seven in Viet Nam, and here I sit Sunday morning snug under cozy covers trying to remember it all. I've spent the last 10 days re-adjusting to life in Japan: to re-acclimate to frigid temperatures, to remind myself what it's like to work, and to routinize daily life. My first days back in Aomori were a bit bizarre. I felt split in two, physically in Japan, but mentally still adrift - floating weightless on soft undulations, sipping mango smoothies, and staring into starry nights thinking simultaneously of a gazillion things and nothing at once.
The ultimate highlight was not an event, rather, it was the luxury of taking TIME: to stop, observe in detail, and look at life's mysteries on a micro level. I didn't experience any grand epiphanies (that I'm conscious of anyway), but, my senses were swarmed with new sights, smells, textures and tastes. Australia not only has the greatest number of beaches in the world, but they are all amazing! I found out that Phu Quoc's fetid fish sauce (an island south of Viet Nam and Cambodia) falls into the same category as durian on Viet Nam Airlines, meaning, it's banned for its malodorous nature! Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC) has the softest silk I've ever touched, and I took advantage of this, buying souvenir scarves and a tailor-made ao dai. The food met and exceeded my expectations. In Oz M.S. and I had the world on a platter: Indian, Moroccan, Thai and Turkish feasts are most memorable. In Viet Nam, cilantro, fresh dragon fruit and papaya (all non-existent in Aomori) consumed me, and I ate whatever I could get my hands on!
Continuing with the topic of consumption, it almost killed me. In a flash I'd magically metamorphose from a frugal female to a frivolous fool! I somehow convinced myself I needed a custom-made cashmere suit, 3 pair of sunnies, and a new leather wallet. I wouldn't say there were no boundaries, but I nearly crossed them when I shoe-horned my heels into some fancy dancy crocodile kicks!
I didn't be-bop to blues at the Woodford Festival, but I did jam in a djembe session. I didn't ride an elephant in Viet Nam, but I did rent a rocking cool motorbike one day! There are a good 2-3 hours worth of anecdotes to share, but one specific coincident I must write here and now. First, a bit of background information:
In August 2003 I went to Kansas City for the JET program departure orientation. There I met Christina from Nebraska, who was also headed to Japan. We had a nice chat, but didn't exchange contact information because we were being placed in polar opposite locations. And really, what was the chance we'd meet again, or so I thought. That winter S.R. and I planned a trip to southeast Asia, traveling through Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand. We spent a week in Phuket taking PADI scuba courses, and there, randomly, I saw Christina! We took a few dives together on the Phi Phi Islands, exchanged stories of our experiences in Japan, and departed once more without a thought to future correspondence. Then, as previously mentioned, on my most recent trip to Viet Nam I spent a few days on Phu Quoc island. It's a quaint un-discovered gem, but on the verge of massive tourist exploitation. There again, M.S. and I decided to go scuba diving. That morning of, our dive masters were making the rounds picking people up in a rickety van, when all of the sudden, yes you guessed it, there was Christina again! For a second we stared wide-eyed at each other in disbelief, but the silence was soon broken with a gasp and an "Oh my something-or-other!!" This time we did exchange e-mails, but who knows, we'll probably unknowingly find each other once again in two years time! For now, I'm left pondering the meaning of it all, if there is one...
Sorry, no photos for you in the foreseeable future! My camera's got a mind of its own and it's decided not to cooperate in downloading to my Dell. Other disagreeable devices include: my snowboard (I snapped the Burton binding yesterday), my laptop (refuses to play CDs/DVDs), my mobile phone (mysteriously stopped working this a.m.) and occasionally, my shower! Though technologically far advanced with electronics, Japan fails to accommodate fierce winters and I'm often left with frozen pipes!
That's it for now - much love to you from your popsicle in Japan.
The ultimate highlight was not an event, rather, it was the luxury of taking TIME: to stop, observe in detail, and look at life's mysteries on a micro level. I didn't experience any grand epiphanies (that I'm conscious of anyway), but, my senses were swarmed with new sights, smells, textures and tastes. Australia not only has the greatest number of beaches in the world, but they are all amazing! I found out that Phu Quoc's fetid fish sauce (an island south of Viet Nam and Cambodia) falls into the same category as durian on Viet Nam Airlines, meaning, it's banned for its malodorous nature! Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC) has the softest silk I've ever touched, and I took advantage of this, buying souvenir scarves and a tailor-made ao dai. The food met and exceeded my expectations. In Oz M.S. and I had the world on a platter: Indian, Moroccan, Thai and Turkish feasts are most memorable. In Viet Nam, cilantro, fresh dragon fruit and papaya (all non-existent in Aomori) consumed me, and I ate whatever I could get my hands on!
Continuing with the topic of consumption, it almost killed me. In a flash I'd magically metamorphose from a frugal female to a frivolous fool! I somehow convinced myself I needed a custom-made cashmere suit, 3 pair of sunnies, and a new leather wallet. I wouldn't say there were no boundaries, but I nearly crossed them when I shoe-horned my heels into some fancy dancy crocodile kicks!
I didn't be-bop to blues at the Woodford Festival, but I did jam in a djembe session. I didn't ride an elephant in Viet Nam, but I did rent a rocking cool motorbike one day! There are a good 2-3 hours worth of anecdotes to share, but one specific coincident I must write here and now. First, a bit of background information:
In August 2003 I went to Kansas City for the JET program departure orientation. There I met Christina from Nebraska, who was also headed to Japan. We had a nice chat, but didn't exchange contact information because we were being placed in polar opposite locations. And really, what was the chance we'd meet again, or so I thought. That winter S.R. and I planned a trip to southeast Asia, traveling through Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand. We spent a week in Phuket taking PADI scuba courses, and there, randomly, I saw Christina! We took a few dives together on the Phi Phi Islands, exchanged stories of our experiences in Japan, and departed once more without a thought to future correspondence. Then, as previously mentioned, on my most recent trip to Viet Nam I spent a few days on Phu Quoc island. It's a quaint un-discovered gem, but on the verge of massive tourist exploitation. There again, M.S. and I decided to go scuba diving. That morning of, our dive masters were making the rounds picking people up in a rickety van, when all of the sudden, yes you guessed it, there was Christina again! For a second we stared wide-eyed at each other in disbelief, but the silence was soon broken with a gasp and an "Oh my something-or-other!!" This time we did exchange e-mails, but who knows, we'll probably unknowingly find each other once again in two years time! For now, I'm left pondering the meaning of it all, if there is one...
Sorry, no photos for you in the foreseeable future! My camera's got a mind of its own and it's decided not to cooperate in downloading to my Dell. Other disagreeable devices include: my snowboard (I snapped the Burton binding yesterday), my laptop (refuses to play CDs/DVDs), my mobile phone (mysteriously stopped working this a.m.) and occasionally, my shower! Though technologically far advanced with electronics, Japan fails to accommodate fierce winters and I'm often left with frozen pipes!
That's it for now - much love to you from your popsicle in Japan.
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