Hunan Garden – Salt Lake City, UT

I was invited to this restaurant to meet up with some friends that I had come to know through our study abroad trip to Tianjin in 2009. I keep in touch rather regularly with Lisa using Gchat, but I had not seen or talked to Quincy since that trip. The setting for our reunion  was a delightful place up near Sugarhouse at 21st South and 21st East. The owner knew Lisa since she was a regular visitor to this place.

We ordered the hotpot (火锅) without spicy, thus avoiding my lifelong war with 花椒*, or Sichuan peppercorns. We had both chicken and beef with assorted vegetables and tofu. I asked the owner if she had any 木耳, literally woodears or black tree fungus. She did not but did recommend some tasty shiitake (香菇) mushrooms.

When we received the bill, I was quite surprised to note that the experience only cost $19 for each of us. Lisa stated that the more people there are, the less the bill for each person. This so reminded me of China. All in all, this was a great restaurant where I was able to enjoy delicious food and practice my very poor Chinese.

*I do not hate huajiao but only the frequency that it is used, especially in Sichuan. Having lived in Chengdu for a year, I was inundated with the stuff. While most of my friends love it, I never quite caught the bug. I do like it in small portions, though.

A Week in Review – Sept. 23 – Sept. 30

This past week has been an eventful one. First, I finished writing a very rough draft of the introduction to my thesis that my Advisor praised a little. We discussed where I should be headed and she gave me quite a few insights that I can use in writing my thesis body. Luckily, quite a bit of it is already there because I did a great deal of it before my mental crap out in December 2010. I feel way more confident this time around than last time. I still have to control my impulses for procrastination and such, but I have a much better handle on how this is all going down.

I started to wet shave with a safety razor. I do not have the courage to step up to a straight razor. I started out with those cheap Bics when I was a teenager that cut my face to ribbons. I decided to use the Mach 3 when it first appeared on the market. I used that for several years until I became tired of spending so much on the blades. I started using my father’s favorite – disposable Gillette’s from Winn Dixie. Not a bad choice but they cut a little as well. It got to the point where I either didn’t shave for a week because I hated shaving or shaved because I really dislike facial hair. The war got a little hairy sometimes, if you’ll forgive the pun. I decided to try something different. I bought a Merkur straight razor and a shaving brush with cake soap. All I can say is why did it take me this long to find you. It has given me the closest shave with the least irritation than anything I have ever used before. *Update* My Merkur razor unexpectedly came apart, but the merchant that I purchased it from is providing a replacement at no additional cost. Very nice.

In addition, I went to get a new phone. Actually, I went to the Sears Auto-center to put new tires on my car and change the oil. While waiting, I went to the nearby AT&T store to look at their selection of Samsung Galaxy 3IIIs. The price was a little too much and I was easily talked into buying a HTC One X. I had an HTC Inspire, but had had significant issues with it – mostly call reception and battery life. My brothers said that it made me sound muffled and low, while the new phone was crystal. So far, I am loving my new phone.

Speaking of something new, I also gained a new great-nephew. Elijah Joseph Sibley was born the 25th of September 2012, weighing 8 lbs and measuring 22 inches. While this is not my first time as a great-uncle, he is pretty damn cute, if I may say so. It stinks that I am so far away and will not be able to meet him until December. Here are one or two pictures.

             

I also had a Korean chapter test in which I intially felt alright about but was only able to secure a 86% score. There was not a deep fundamental flaw, mostly nicks taken off here and there. This just means that I will have to study harder. Doh!

Hmm, I also met with some old friends for lunch at the Hunan Gardens Restaurant for hotpot. I had not had hotpot since I came home from China in 2010. It was awesome. I made tentative plans for a later reunion with these same friends and others at the same place. Thank you Lisa for taking me there and Quincy for joining us. It was great meeting with you ladies after such a long time. Quincy also invited us to her single’s ward meeting and an afterward break the fast at her house in Park City. The meeting was pretty good and it felt great since I had not been to church since arriving. I know, I know – I’m a slacker. The break the fast meeting was excellent as well. I would like to thank Quincy’s parents for opening their home to me. Next week, I am going down to Cedar Hills (north of Provo) to go to church with the Moak boys and also watch football. Geaux Tigers!

Was Jesus Married & Does it Matter?

Recently, Prof. Karen King of Harvard University published a fragment on the internet that indicates that Christ was married. Written in Coptic, the language of Egyptian Christianity, it states, “Jesus said to them, my wife.” Unfortunately, because it is a small fragment, we do not know what Jesus actually said to them about “his wife.” At her blog The Forbidden Gospels, April DeConick correctly points out that this is not new news. We already had the Valentinian Gnostic Gospel of Philip that also hints at the marriage of Jesus.

How does the Church fall on the issue? On this and many other subjects, it has no official position. Many early church leaders did state that they believed Christ was married and that he may even have had children before his crucifixion. Modern uninterest in the topic fueled one anti-Mormon site into questioning the integrity of the Church, saying that it taught the public one thing and members another. In essence, this is a silly criticism to me, because fundamentally the status of Christ’s marriage does nothing to change the gospel message. As my mission president once stated, “Faith, Repentance, Baptism, and the Gift of the Holy Spirit are the pillars of our faith, everything else is mostly peripheral.”

My own personal position on the subject is that Jesus was married. Do I have proof? No, but I have circumstantial evidence that calls out to me. The strongest evidence to me is that the first to see the risen Lord was Mary Magdalene. Now, she could have been a very faithful follower or something more. Also, I believe Christ “fulfilled all righteousness” and provided the guidepost on how we live our lives. To me, this includes marriage. To be honest, we do not have the entirety of the Lord’s biography but are merely rooting around in the dark based on the scriptures and gleaned fragments. I would like more proven evidence to back up my personal belief but in the end my salvation does not hinge on the question.

Update: Jim Davila, at his blog PaleoJudaica (one of my favorites), has come out with the opinion that it is fake. He writes,

So my current judgement, which seems to be what most people are thinking, is that the Gospel of Jesus’ Wife fragment is very likely a fake. If it is genuine, it tells us what one late apocryphal tradition speculated about Jesus, but nothing about the historical Jesus.

See http://paleojudaica.blogspot.com/2012_09_16_archive.html#4202541771092050516.

What is in a Name?

이름 means name in Korean.

During my Korean class, we read a cultural section on Korean names where in Korea people have a closer relationship with their surnames because they can trace it to an identifiable ancestor. I had heard this before and became even more familiar with the concept upon watching Korean television dramas.

I know that generally last names in Korea are clan names – bon-gwan (본관). Not all last names are related though and one traces one’s name from the area in which the clan originated. So for example, the Gyeongju Kim and the Gimhae Kim are both Kims but not related. This is traced with the help of lineage genealogies called jokbo (족보). The aspect of clan and family name had some ramifications, as members of the same clan and family name are generally prohibited from intermarrying with each other no matter how far distant from the common ancestor. This is still considered a social no-no in modern Korea, although it was legally struck down in 1999.

This aspect of name and clan is not unique to Korea. It is also found in traditional China. I remember discussing with my students during my teaching days in Beijing many of these same topics. One also has to remember that these were generally upper-class issues in both Korea and China. The actual situation with last names in Korea are definitely more muddled. As Korea was a feudal society, the greater majority of the population were serfs without last names, I believe. They just chose their own as the society modernized. Also, in an attempt to raise money, in the final years of the dynasty the royal family sold their clan name to raise funds.

A second interesting point about Korean names is the use of dollimja (돌림자), in which every person in a clan’s generational level is given a similar name root so that one can quickly figure out how far down the generational chain on is from the common ancestor. A much better write-up of this is available at http://askakorean.blogspot.com/2010/10/still-more-about-korean-names.html. This is also common in traditional China.

So, what then about British (English, Scottish, Irish, and Welsh) names? I picked these because my ancestry, aside from a little French and German, comes from this area. Generally, people’s surnames come from three main sources – a person, a place, or a trade. Thus, McMahon means son of Mahon in Gaelic. Brooks lived along a brook or something. Smiths were generally blacksmiths, silversmiths, or such. The textbook is right, however, in that most people have lost the sense of how their surnames originated, unless they were clan or aristocratic names. I also notice the same problem about first names in the US wherein most people have no idea what they mean, which explains the popularity of baby name books.

What about my name?

 Devon O’Neal Williams

I am particularly proud of my name. Mostly it is ego, but so what. One particular point about my name is that when people see my name, they think I am black. Nope, lily white as can be. This is because 46% of those who share my surname are African-American. Devon, said in a different way than I pronounce it, is generally a black first name. So, there it is.

Let my break it down for you. I am named after the county of Devon in England, which comes originally from the Celtic tribe Damnonii. This tribal name is usually translated as “dwellers in deep valleys” or some such. My middle name – that I received from my grandmother – is a eponym, meaning that I am named after someone. The O’Neal surname means grandson of Niall. This Niall is Niall Glúndub mac Áedo or Niall Black-knee, son of Áedo. He was a high king of Ireland in the 10th century and was a member of the Uí Néill clan. The Uí Néill traced their lineage from Niall Noígíallach, or Niall of the Nine Hostages, a legendary king of Ireland in the 5th century.

My last name is also rather interesting – Williams, or son of William. On the 2000 census, it ranked 3rd in the most common surnames. Most people have no clue who their original William was. I do as Williams is not my ancestral surname. My Williams comes from my great-great-grandfather, William F. Washburn (1846-1911), who after a dispute changed his name to Frank Williams. As you can see, my ancestral surname is Washburn, 1763rd most common surname in the US. The Washburn family derives its name from the town of Washburn in Gloustershire, England. The first person of that name was Sir Roger d’Washbourne, from whom I am descended. He was a 11th century knight of Norman ancestry and this area was his fief. Wikipedia notes that “the name comes from the Saxon for ‘from the flooding brook,’ with ‘wash’ meaning ‘swift moving current of a stream,’ and ‘burn’ referring to a brook or a small stream.” I will have to take their word for that.

Grad School – Joy?

Ah, grad school – how I dislike thee, let me count the ways. A great many of my friends have been very encouraging of my return to the University of Utah to finish up my Master’s program. Thank you all for that I also am interested in finishing and getting my degree so that my life can have some forward momentum. My M.A. degree will be integral to achieving this. Plus, I don’t like to quit and leave things unfinished.

But, grad school! I had forgotten how much I despise writing papers. No, not forgotten perhaps, but subjugated it to my latent ambition while reapplying. Now it returns to the fore.  In addition, it had also slipped my mind how much I had enjoyed playing patty cake with university administration, particularly financial aid. Sitting here broke and avoiding my landlord, I await the money authorized me, but temporarily denied due to a technicality that the office had neglected to mention almost to the point of scrapping the whole thing. The ignominy of having to drop out because of “those” people. Yes, the joy – you can almost imagine the smile on my face, can you not?

Thirdly, I am not a fan of grad students. Don’t get me wrong, I think a majority of them are very good people and a few are even my friends. However, I rarely get to meet such pretentious egos in such confined spaces. I do not think of myself as pretentious, but perhaps those that know me will vote another way. The root of my view is no doubt founded in how I approach history. I look at what is being said about what. Theory is my weakness and I often ignore the many and varied arguments over it that my fellow students seem to revel in. For example, I was in a study space where a certain book was being discussed and evaluated. It was a narrative and detailed one at that. The lack of theory or the little in the way in which to point to a theory was pointed out with a certain disparagement of its merit. I no doubt would have read it and found it a damn fine book. I hope this helps you understand my issue – fundamentally, my lack of interest in historical theory is detrimental to my being a history graduate student, much less a professional academic.

This is why I am so interested in government work. Political theory has only killed people in the hundreds of millions, so a lack of interest in that should not be an issue there, right? Fortunately or unfortunately, however you may prescribe to it, I actually enjoyed political theory.

Hunger Games

I initially approached this series a little hesitantly. Working as a librarian when the movie was being released made it and its sequels hot items at the time. Despite recommendations from both co-workers and patrons, my level of enthusiasm was about nil. Two weeks ago or go I decided to finally watch the movie. I was very impressed. I find the dysotopian nature of this future a tad bit undeveloped, but the individual emotions that were brought out made a deep impression. The main characters of the Hunger Games performed by Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson were great and gave added visual depth to the books when I read them. Woody Harrelson was cast in a role that suited him well as all of his roles seem to be high on something.

After watching the film, I was compelled to read the books. I enjoyed the first one as it gave a deeper layer of meaning to the actions portrayed in the films. This is to be expected when limitations on time are enforced in order to make a 142 minute film. It was in the second or third book that I began to become bogged down. The character of Katniss for me seemed to undergo stagnation and character development was limited due to the need for action. I thought that Peeta’s character became perhaps the most complex, although due to outside forces of course. Not to spoil the ending for anyone who may not have read the books, but it was only at the end that Katniss seemed to come alive for me as a person that she was in the first book. This entire perception was no doubt influenced by my attachment to the film and seeing it before reading the book. It will be interesting to see if the next two movies will in any way recapture this and make me re-evaluate my feelings toward the last two novels.

The Avengers

Ah, the Avengers. Like always, my frugal nature rarely allows me to spend money on something so frivolous as a movie ticket. Ok, the truth is that I am usually broke. This means that I often get to watch movies long after the rest of the world has moved on, with the only consolidation being that I can enjoy them in my own home with both bathroom and refrigerator close at hand. Plus, there is the almighty pause button. It is hard telling a theater full of people that the movie must be paused because you were shortsighted in not going to the restroom before curtain rise. Doesn’t work that way, does it?

Back to the movie – I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed Stark’s snarky attitude and witty lines. I enjoyed the two semi-normal guys, Hawkeye and whoever Scarlet Johansen played. I even liked Thor, but not as much as the other heroes. I loved the Hulk, especially as he was beating the hell out of that half-baked dictator, Loki. What a maroon! Perhaps my favorite character was Captain America, which is surprising since I did not really care for his stand alone movie. His ability to command the situation and play to the teams’ strengths were pretty awesome.

The special effects were very well done, not surprising coming from Joss Wheldon and the ginormous budget he had at his command. However, when I saw the flying aircraft carrier, I had a moment of doubt for two reasons. 1. What a stupid idea! An engine or two gets taken out and that thing becomes a falling rock with a couple of thousand people on board. Defense Department, do not use this as a germ of an idea for a future system. We do not need falling aircraft carriers. Later in the movie my prognostication came to pass. 2. While watching those scenes, I hearkened back to my past and had this thought, “Is this freakin’ G.I. Joe?” Only that idiot Cobra Commander would think up something this stupid. Oh and look, he lost every time. Don’t get me wrong, as kid I loved all the so called bad guys – Cobra, the Klingons, the Irish Republican Army, the Empire from Star Wars. I grew up and realized that most of their ideas were idiotic at best and the writers never let them win. Such is the world.

Anyway, it was a great movie and shall go into the vault with all the other great comic book movies. Spiderman, Batman, X-Men…..crap, they are going to just keep making more of these, aren’t they?

First Day of Korean Class

Yesterday, I experienced that feeling of ineptitude that generally comes with the first day of class in a new language. A new alphabet and vocabulary to wrap myself up in and beat my head against the wall over. I had been glancing over the Korean alphabet haphazardly for a couple of months and have been amazed at the simplicity of it. I realize that looking at it from the first few times that it will not be as simple as it looks, but I have on rose-colored glasses from the decade or so that I have been memorizing Chinese characters.

Actually, I think that this simplicity (follow along for my sake) will be somewhat of a detriment to me. I learned Chinese from the characters – meaning that what I remember and am able to communicate is based on the individualist nature of the characters. For example, I know how to say words based on the ideographic nature of the words no matter how similar they may sound to other words. Trust me, Chinese has about a billion homophones. With Korean’s 19 consonants and 21 vowels, I will have to learn a new paradigm for language learning. This should get interesting.

As for the class, it was pretty nice. The teacher, Kim Hyesun, displayed confident competence. She introduced most of the alphabet for us to remember and gave us a deadline of 2 weeks to learn it. I am pretty confident that if I buckle down it will not be a difficult goal. I learned 3 phrases as well. Basic, but essential:

  • 1. 안녕하세요 (annyeonghaseyo) – Hello.
  • 2. 반갑습니다 (bangabseubnida) – Nice to meet you!
  • 3. 저는Devon입니다 (jeoneun Devon ibnida) – I am Devon.

Also, I should mention that I had an interesting time before the class. I went early morning to Provo to visit the BYU Museum of Art with my friend Jessica Allred. The day did not start off well. After leaving my lair in Midvale, UT, I stopped by the store to purchase that silky smoothness of decadence, A&W Rootbeer. Leaving the store, something flew in my face and I swatted it, promptly earning a bee sting. May you rot in bee hell, you lil’ bastard. I learned from the experience that I am not allergic to bees. In fact, the only thing I know that I am allergic to is the damn sun, if you can believe that.

Upon recovering, I finished my journey to Provo. We got to see two magnificent exibitions – 1. Beauty and Belief: Crossing Bridges with the Arts of Islamic Culture and 2. Object of Devotion: Medieval English Alabaster Sculpture from the Victoria and Albert Museum. Both were excellent and it was a well conceived and maybe even intended juxtaposition of Islamic and Christian art. Both were beautiful in their own ways and it was made even more interesting with Jessica’s intended year long trip to Saudi Arabia to teach English. Go girl! and take a great many pictures.

China – Love & Hate?

There were many times in China when the question was posed to me, “What do you like about China?” The answer to that was always easy for me. I love the people, the food, the culture, and the history. When I am feeling generous and am not beating my head against the wall in frustration, I can even admit to loving the language and its place – valued in ways both the same and different than I value my own mother tongue. As I said, this question was easy as I loved and love China. It was the inverse question that always made me uneasy, for it was always inevitable. I had a response, of course, but how does on say it tactfully in place where tact is an utmost virtue. However, I must answer honestly. What do I hate about China? The Government and the Party.

Whatever good intentions the Party may have been created for, the reality of the last 60 so years have obliterated it. The economic opening up of China has merely underscored the criticism of Communism that existed from the very beginning – the inability to destroy social classes and class conciousness. When the aristocracy was overthrown, the Party ran the nation. Party membership is now so limitied in society that it benefits mostly the few with status – something either granted by birth to a high ranking official or wealth or both. The great weight of the nation suffers – what matter if it is under feudalism or communism? The Party aspires to rise above both, but fails completely by having the worst aspects of both systems.

Chen Guangcheng, in his first US address, shines a light on these issues with the Party. It would be amusing to watch if it wasn’t so sad. As he stated in his op-ed, “The fundamental question the Chinese government must face is lawlessness. China does not lack laws, but the rule of law.”1 With no real means of oversite or internal reform, it is beginning to seem as if the Party exists for its own perpetuation.

1http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/30/opinion/how-china-flouts-its-laws.html

In Remembrance of 6.4.89.

Update – May 9, 2012

Well, I thought that I would put up another update. I have finished off two of the three papers that I had left over from my last semester at Utah. I hope to finish the third one this weekend. I will be so happy to finish these idiotic things off – I should never have let them progress this far. Writing block, how I curse thee! Once finished, it will be time to focus on the dreaded thesis. I can only be thankful that I did as much work on it as I did before I folded.

In addition to this paper foolishness, there are two articles about Israel that I read recently that interested me. First, Prof. Yosef Garfinkel recently released a significant find from  Khirbet Qeiyafa in the Valley of Elah. These artifacts indicate a significant find in the cultic practices of ancient Israel. The website is http://www.demotix.com/news/1201316/archaeologists-claim-proof-hebrew-bible-not-be-dismissed-legend#.T6nSiT9ajNY.facebook

The second piece of news was the fact that PM Netanyahu cancelled the elections that he had previously called for because Likud and Kadima formed a coalition. This means that an attack on Iran seems more likely. Kadima support probably means that negotiations with the Palestinians will be offered. And probably, like usual, refused. Also, Kadima wishes to end the Tal Law that allows ultra-Orthodox Jews an exemption from having to perform military service. I support this as well for what its worth. :-P  Here is the website: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-17986071