Monday, November 28, 2011

Voice, what voice?

Once or twice a semester there is a book sale at Woodstock.  At the last one I went to, I purchased a little story by Hermann Hesse.  Last night I made some tea and cracked it open.  Thus far, the story of Siddhartha's life is fascinating.  He is a willful man who's journeys allow him to meet many people and experience vastly different lifestyles.  After three years living as an ascetic - thinking, fasting and waiting - he decides to live a more worldly life - gambling, eating and drinking.  I've only 40 or so pages to finish, and I just finished a part where he regrets the "worldly life" and is seriously contemplating suicide.  Ultimately, he regrets past decisions in which he did not listen to his conscious or inner voice.  

There have been words, phrases and situations throughout the book which remind me of other musicians and books.  Perhaps I'll do some sleuthing on Wikipedia once I finish to see how it influenced other musicians and books.

This Siddhartha's story, has rekindled my appreciation for Bob Dylan.  I think of the way Dylan spent years listening to recordings of literally every folk song he could get his hands on (legally or illegally).  Legend has it he picked up the different strumming and plucking patterns as well as various vocal lines and songwriting techniques; with such mastery of the folk tradition Dylan assembled his first 4-5 studio recordings.  However, after the mid 60s, these folk influences, other voices, were masked or of little affect to his sound.  Far more prominent in his following albums, was his own voice and style.

Mason Jennings, photographed here with scruffy facial hair not unlike mine at the moment, can also use his voice.  One chapter I just finished reminded me of a line from Mason Jennings' How Deep Is That River This is a song in which Jennings, greatly influenced by Dylan, sounds like a wise old sage, perhaps a bit like the main character in the book.  The major difference between the two is that Jennings sings of finding a savior down by the river whereas Siddhartha's savior, or more generally, Siddhartha's reason to live, is the rediscovery his "inner voice".  Though, if Sid was looking for a reason, as to why we're here, he also could have looked no farther than Jennings.

Professionally, both Dylan and Jennings have clearly established inner voices.  Guided by (their) voices, these dudes plot their musical direction, decide the overall sound of their upcoming record, and transform their thoughts and unique observations into the next lyric.  Or - due to producers and record labels/contracts - maybe I have a naive and idealistic understanding of my favorite musicians and their work.  

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Look Out! / Cowboys & Aliens and Pirates


While doing rounds during study hall the other day, I asked one of my boys what he was listening to. We then appreciated a tangential conversation about our favorite Bob Dylan songs.  His ability to recall many lines from Subterranean Homesick Blues was impressive.  Unfortunately, none of the boys chose to cover Bob Dylan the following evening at the student talent show.  However I did hear some students cover Red Hot Chili Peppers - Obviously, they did not play the song on most previous link - but how intriguing to find this link in my search for the original song.



Friday, Nov 25th - This afternoon I walked off the enormous quantity of quality food I ate last night.  It was a short distance to Flag Hill.  I took my time and enjoyed the following - being on the northern side of the hills I kept cool on an other wise clear and warm day, the road was quiet and almost lonely - though it is often bustling with commercial traffic, and I was reading an interesting story about a man who wakes up to discover he is now a bug.

As I reached the top of Flag Hill, I was able to enjoy a crystal clear panoramic view of the snowy peaks.  The opportunity to study this view always reminds me how wonderful the Mussoorie life is (Little sappy?  My deepest apologies.)  No matter how excited I am to visit Dylan's home state next month, I'm thankful for plans to return to this place at the end of January.


Saturday Nov 26th - A good evening with fellow dorm parents.  We ordered chicken curry, nan and stuffed tomatoes from Golden Restaurant accompanied by some interesting "rum" labeled 100 Pirates Deluxe.  Then we watched the best action/thriller/sci-fi/western movie I've ever seen, and ever will see - Cowboys and Aliens.  Despite the ridiculous title, it was surprisingly entertaining.

I remember seeing pirates on the cover of City Pages once, must have been the winter or fall of 2009.  Anyway - turns out it was this, then up coming, electro-pop/twin cities band in full-on pirate costume.  I believe I read the article, I don't think it ever explained why they were dressed like pirates.  Maybe no one ever needs to explain why they are dressed like pirates.  

Q: Is it odd that I recalled this random magazine cover while trying to think of an MN band which I could somehow link to "pirates"?

Tuesday, November 22, 2011



Today I spent the my morning and afternoon surfing the internet for information on travel in Germany.  In the last month, as a way to prepare for my 11 day visit this January, I've been planning and learning about Germany each day.  These preparations are vastly different from those leading me to my current job at Woodstock; initiated 13 months ago.


The song which I closely relate to my India-decision is a slow moving song, One Fast Move.  The title track, from a side project composed by Ben Gibbard and Jay Farrar, is one of the better songs created by the unlikely duo connected by a mutual appreciation for Jack Kerouac's life and work.  I appreciate Gibbard's melodic vocals far more than Farrar's.  In this song he sings of a disillusioned Kerouac, who's life desperately  requires a sea change.

In the months following the release, I streamed their live performance whenever the studio recordings were not on heavy rotation.  I also found myself watching their performance at The Varsity Theater that winter.  While standing amid the crowd, I knew this song struck a chord in my collective consciousness.  I didn't know the significant impact it would have on my decisions further on up the road.

Eventually the youth minster in me was leading the mission trips I'd planned that prior winter.  While reading the Fountainhead on a flight from Miami to New Orleans, I decided to make my break.  A bold act to regain my greatly atrophied self-respect.  I was exhausted from finishing one mission trip and seamlessly beginning another.  Any alternative to being away from the office in Eagan proved less draining, but leading 5 mission trips proved grueling.

Desperate to get out, unknowing of what would follow, I put in my resignation letter and left at month's end.  I accepted the first job offered.  October was spent selling my car record player/ stereo, saying my goodbyes and filling out paper work while I waited for a work visa.  It came 5 days before Halloween and it was one fast move, and/or I'm gone.

Afterthought: The next time I'm driving up 35W, Minneapolis skyline growing in the windshield, I can listen to this song and reflect upon my "moves" and their relation to unmoving.  (taken at the Varsity Theater concert no less).

Monday, November 21, 2011

"Do I want to go home? Do I want to give up? A little."

I'm re-reading journal entries from my first month here.  This entry's title comes from an electronic journal entry from Oct 28th, 2010, the day I arrived in India.
 
On that day, I arrived.  My baggage did not.  During those few days I was staying at the Centaur Hotel, making at least a half dozen trips to and from the airport, moving like a ping pong ball between airline offices (American Airlines and Air India) - during that  period of time I was focusing to get my baggage.  During those blessed days at the Centaur my entries had plenty of profanity.

"34 hours to get from MPLS to Delhi.
96hrs (at least) before my fist shower. 
56hrs and counting until I get my bags..." 
Little did I know it would be approximately 350 hours until I would finally receive my baggage :)

Thankfully, I'm not feeling that way anymore.  How could I feel anything but grateful, anticipating the massive T-day feast - apparently there are going to be 6 varieties of potatoes.  'bout 41 hours until the feast begins!

Most Christmas calendars have 25 days on them right?  As my dad recently mentioned in his recent email, I'm only 25 days from MN.  Inspired by X-mas Calendars then, I think I'm going to have a daily entry until I’ve touched down in B-town.  This task seems doable, but we'll see how long I can keep it going :)  

Friday, November 11, 2011

Nigle Tufnel Day


I just skyped with Derek this morning.  Great stuff.  Then about 10 minutes after saying goodbye I was hiking with Tim down to Rajpur for a Hostel weekly meeting.  Just to stir things up a bit, we went to this excellent Tibetan restaurant named after the Tibet's capitol, Lahsa.  The hike was great.  Food was great.  

Yesterday, I found a place to purchase some bold, whole bean coffee in the bazaar.  I guess it comes from Chenni, all non-instant coffee here seems to come from South India.  This part of India seems sooo far away from Mussoorrie - so I did a small celebration the first I was able to try these beans.  I was off last night, so after yoga a friend and I went up to Char Du Khan for dinner.  We finished off the night by going back to his place at Mt. Hermon to try some of the new coffee with some homemade brownies (with homemade caramel on top).  

Yeah, great stuff!  Life's good.  Coming home in a month and a few days, really excited.

Oh, and since its 11/11/11 - it is Nigel Tufnel Day Day (Umm, yeah.  FYI - that is an international holiday) 
So rock on and rock LOUD!

Monday, September 19, 2011

Earthquake in Sikkim: All is well here.  A few of the boys I met up with in Kathmandu last semester break and some boys from North East India, where the epicenter was, were worried about family and friends back home.  As far as I know, none of them were injured or hurt.

The closest I got to feeling the earth move under my feet was listening to Carol King.  

Meanwhile, life is going along well here.  Yesterday was pretty great.  I had a busy day - went up to Zach Conrad's (math teacher from VT) for a pancake breakfast with real maple syrup from VT, then we went on a hike with Jay D. and Zach, we went really far in a short amount of time... and we climbed like 1900 meters.   
I recently purchased airfare to visit for Christmas - I'm home from Dec 15th to Jan 15th.  I feel like one of these people.
 

Monday, July 11, 2011

Lucknow, Rupaidiha, and Kathmandu

A few notes from/on the summer break journey/tour:

Where was/is Devan?

July 5th
Arrived in Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh (abreev. UP, not to be confused with Upper Peninsula).  From the train station to the taxi stand Tim, the British supervisor-slash-friend, and I didn't have to deal with any taxi or auto rickshaws - THAT WAS AMAZING!  Many thanks to Prateek, fellow dorm parent at Woodstock, who has a car, and was willing to host us while we were in Lucknow, his "hood".

We took a guided tour of the Bara Imambara and chilled (literally-slash-figuratively) in malls, because it was so frickin' hot and humid!  I purchased some Senheisser earbuds, which thus far, have allowed me to enjoy My Morning Jacket - Circuital, The Roots - How I Got Over & a few episodes of MAD MEN.  We also enjoyed amazing food/kebabs with two Woodstock students who live there.

July 7th
After Prateek helped us arrange a taxi, it was off to Rupaidiha, UP (again, not MI) where we stayed with Tim's friends Roy and Jennifer Ramble.  R & J hosted us in their home and shared the story of their ministry - 25 years ago they started a mission school for girls.  Now, in addition to the school, there is also a Girl's Home with around 50 girls living there.  To call them heroes would be an understatement!  Recurring theme: Generosity - hosts more generous than you could ever imagine.

July 10th
After a worship service in the Ramble's living/dinning/multi-purpose room, we drove across the border into Nepalgunj and hopped on a plane (a really small plane) for Kathmandu.  It was cloudy while up in the air, but Tim was able to spot a few peaks from our window - one or more of them were probably among the top 10 tallest mountains in the world - NBD (no big deal/no biggie).

Kathmandu: Dinner at the Funky Buddha, enjoyed beef and beer - Nepal's far superior to India in these areas of culture - "Mint!"  The area in which we're staying should certainly be mentioned on the "Stuff White People Like" website.  Nepalese are certainly a minority here :)

Sounds: Last night Bob Marley's Survival album, the only one I've ever purchased, was playing on random (probably on a 5 disk CD player) at the Funky Buddha.  I laughed at Tim's comment after hearing Bob sing the song, "Af-ri-ca u-nite" - its ironical because on that same day Sudan officially split into two countries... Currently, I can hear a restaurant playing a Tracy Chapman CD (maybe the one and only CD).  And the cafe I'm in was playing some Joni Mitchell at a softer volume.  

Planning to visit some boys/Woodstock students for lunch in a few minutes.  I'll fly back to Delhi on the 22nd.

LOL (lots of love)
D.

PS - Editor wanted.  If you spot grammatical errors please let me know.  Thanks.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Nag Tiba

Tuesday, May 17th 
This was the view from half way up.  The valley in the middle of the photo was our starting point - altitude of about 1350 meters/4429 ft.

Tim taking a business call on the side of the hill. 

 
Tim standing at the base of a cool rock face.  After climbing for about 4 hours, the peak at the top of this photo was still not the peak we were aiming for.  We hiked around this one on the way to the real peak. 

Below the peak, there is plenty of shade from a lush green forest.  It is probably covered in clouds most the time. 

Lunch at last!  About 3019 meters. 

 
  3022 meters/9,915ft
I decided to climb in style: knock-off Ray Bans and Surly Brewing Co. quick-dry shirt.
 "MN represent!"  

 
We got lost for a few hours right below the peak.  I was sent as one of the scouts to find the path again.  Once I found it, I yelled at the others to hike towards me.  While waiting for the others to come, I had some time to nap in the shade of this tree.

I stopped to check out this flower... I could hear Steve Martin singing: My little butter cup... 

 
Aditya (Addy) can always make me laugh.  That is nice when we're an hour or two from our taxi and there is a thunder storm following us. 

The hike was a great success! All 6 of us plan to ascend a peak twice as high in June; it was great training. 

Monday, May 23, 2011

Care/Birthday Package Received

THANKS!!  I'm feeling the love (because I'm 100% materialist).  In the package; titanium French press, two bags of whole bean, light roast, Dunn Bros Coffee, (book) Poor Economics, Cliff bars, long johns & glacier glasses for the expedition.  (Mom, did I forget anything?)  I'll be thinking of my loving family who found/purchased these gifts for me while I'm on the side of a mountain on my 25th birthday.

Benefit for Japan

Friday, May 13th

I did my hair up nice.  I took this auctioneering role seriously.






Live music

What could this cream possibly be used for...  ?


This looks like a good use!  The dorm supervisor, Tim was first to be "pied".

Prateek lucked out when his wife set the highest bid.  She lovingly placed it on his face.
  
Here is Iman pie-ing Caleb in a not-so-loving manor :)

The bidding wars for slamming a pie in my face got a bit more intense after I passionately, and somewhat jokingly, told my boys, "If you love me, you'll pie my face!"  

Its not everyday the head of the Senior School willingly allows students to treat him this way.

These 11th grade boys acted as the "boosters" for the night.  After the auction was finished they boasted how  in each bidding war they entered they were able to double the bid and let someone else take the highest bid.  Apparently these risk-takers did not have any cash on them.  

Overall, it was a successful evening.  The students and few staff raised 33,000 rupees or about $730.  Wow. I could not go to sleep that night after so much excitement.  For a few hours, I just lay in bed thinking about how generous this community acted in response to such a devastating event.  It was a good night to work at Woodstock!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Salon Night




A few nights ago, I attended "Salon Night" where I watched AP European History students present and defend the ideas of Enlightenment Philosophers. 

The one student who who captured my attention best was born 17 years ago, April 6th.  As chance would have it, he was born on the day the Rwandan Genocide began.

He then incorporated the Rwandan Genocide into his presentation on suffering last night.  It was artfully done actually.  He beautifully explained how life is suffering, an unavoidable fact, even so we can bring meaning to our lives by recognizing and enduring suffering.  But how much can one person suffer, for example the Tutsis?  

He continued to argue that though there are times where one person suffers more than humanly possible, instances where people's death is a direct result of being overcome with suffering, these people do not die in vane.  These people's endurance, even when martyred, are inspiration to their children, their neighbors, all of humanity.  Right?

This boy was born the exact same day this genocide began.  This event, the event of human suffering on a mass scale, greatly impacted this boy's identity.  He recognizes their suffering, recognizes their suffering in contrast to his own relatively comfortable childhood and life at Woodstock, and allows this horrific event to influence his thoughts and actions.  This is evident in the way he went out of his way, to recognize and honor the human suffering of those involved in the Rwandan Genocide, for his AP European History presentation.  


I'd give him an A.

As an afterthought: I heard Paul Rusesabagina speak about his experience in Rwanda 17 years ago.  A hotel owner whose story inspired the movie Hotel Rwanda, I believe Paul would have been proud of this student.  The student recognized great human suffering and, despite this inevitable part of life, continues to perceive humanity with a realistic hope.  This hopefulness mirrors the message I heard from of Mr. Rusesabagina's speech.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

PHOTOS!

So remember when I traveled around India over winter break?  Here are a few links to some photos I took along the way:

Malad & Pune
Ajunta
Hampi
Goa

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Everybody's got something to hide, except for me and my monkey.

I'm currently listening to Modern Man by The Arcade Fire, but I've got Kanye in mind.  Some parts of Kanye West's new cd play out like you're listening in to him in a confession booth.  He simply spills his guts.  Such candid expressions are common from Kanye, but uncommon from me.  I don't often look to him as a role model, but I'll do just that in this post. 

I am in India now.  I came here without really understanding why.  I've left behind a great deal.  I have so many family and friends back home.  I love all of them dearly, some even more dearly (I guess its a whole lotta love).   For that reason, it pains me to be here sometimes.  

However today, I was able to talk with a coworker about the wounds I incurred in the last 3 years.  Those wounds include "falling out", burning out, burning bridges with coworkers and friends alike.  In conversation today, I discussed some of the progress I've made here - healing from those wounds.  But also noticed how fragile and unstable I still am.  It is probably important that I go through this shit in a safe place.  Woodstock is that and also a place where I cannot simply depend upon loved ones who inspire me and love me back for further growth.

So there you go.  I'm not going to get as naked as John Lennon or anything, but I'm trying to do less hiding/cowering behind that baggage.  

ANYWAY, a perk of being here is that I can immerse myself in US culture still: 
I watched Mad Men and read "Mad Men and Philosophy"
I listened to highlights from The Arcade Fire's The Suburbs and 
I plowed through Taverner, Handel and an arrangement of Bohemian Rhapsody in staff choir practice.

I continue to train and work out for the climbing expedition this summer.  According to Wiki, when I reach the summit at 20800ft, I will be higher than any point in North America.  I might go camping on a nearby hill this weekend with some boys from my floor.  Pretty great I guess.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Snow!

The boys at the Hostel went crazy tonight as the afternoon's hail finally turned into snow by the time study hall finished.  The flakes were larger than Wheaties and came down heavily for at least an hour.  From what I understand, snow is by no means rare here, but normally we don't see this much in mid February.


Afternoon's hail...

 After a few hours, the hail stopped and snow began

  The sticky snow was perfect for snowball fights on the basketball court

 Difficult: getting all these cold and energized boys to bed on time!

Friday, January 28, 2011

Home again, home again

The taxi drove Greg and I into campus as the sun was rising this morning.  It was chilly, but there was no snow.  I am back to Woodstock, back to work and life on the hillside - Professional Development and Visionary meetings next week :)  I'm also looking forward to moving in to my new apartment.

I might have to do some organizing... :)


Christmas in January 
(a recreation, in photos and words)

Three days ago: Greg, the photographer, and I were waiting for breakfast on the beach.  

Pretty quiet. Brisk enough to put on a stylish, new long sleeve.

the Ray Charles

The joy of receiving presents - smart wool socks, an official "Scott Landseidel calendar", among other great gifts.

Ok Greg, I'm glad you're having fun with my camera...

... but thats enough.

The coffee was great!  I already miss it.  But I don't miss it more than I miss my fam.  Thanks for sending some love.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Beaches of Goa

I'm in Goa India now.  Its the state to be in if you love the following:
A. Sunny clear skies
B. Salty breeze off the ocean
C. A diet including beef and/or pork 

:)

This morning I woke up with the sun, rented a kayak, and paddled into the wind and waves.  I saw some more dolphins and watched the rising tide crash up onto the rocks.  I was off the water before the sun was too high and hot, and cleaned up for breakfast.  I love south India because I can enjoy a great cup of black coffee (Not instant coffee.  Not "a little coffee with my sugar-milk".  Just GREAT coffee.)

I will be here until the 27th.  Then Greg and I will fly back to Delhi and take a train north to Woodstock.  There I'll have to bundle up for the cold February weather in Mussoorie.

I cannot wait to post the photos from the last few weeks.  I've taken an interest in the abundant flora in this part of the country.  You can also expect many pictures of the beautiful seaside scenery.  Stay tuned.

The following link has the Complete Itinerary.

Its only 2 days until Christmas in January!  My friend and coworker, Nan, has agreed to play the role of Santa when she arrives on the 25th.  She went home to WI/MN for the break.  She is coming back to India with a package of Christmas gifts from Alabama Rd in Bloomington, MN.   Can't wait!

Monday, January 17, 2011

Flowers on Pongal

The Southern Indian harvest festival, Pongal, is known for kite flying and rangoli.  I'm in Hyderabad, but I am staying with a friend/coworker in a quiet neighborhood with fresh air and manicured gardens.  It is refreshing compared to the bustle and polluted city.

rangoli - a traditional decorative folk art of India

Common White Frangipani - one of my favorite flowers in India thus far. 




I'm in Hampi now - just finished some amazing pizza a few minutes ago.  Highlight of today was napping in a shady nook on top of a boulder in between chapters of No Country For Old Men by Cormac McCarthy.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Where's Devan?

Its been a while since my last post - unfortunately posting is always one of the last things I remember to do at these cyber cafes.

My mom had the idea to post a Google map tracking my tour.  Click this sentence for a google map.

In the last few days I've had cuisines from the following countries/regions: Lebanon, Africa, Central America, USA, Thailand, Italy... Greg and I have been enjoying a break from the rich and spicy Indian curries!

I hope to get some pictures up soon.
Until then, be good.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Jaisalmer - The Golden City
December 21st - 22nd
Above: where we had breakfast. 

 This is really what the majority of the buildings in this city looked like - ornate and beautiful.
 The front of the hotel.  

 And the back of the hotel.  Unfortunately, not every nook and cranny was beautiful.


Sam Sand Dunes 


Probably the closest I'll ever get to Pakistan (within 25mi).
 Little Beetle
 Pretty Flower

Within the fort/city





Jain Temples - street view

The same temples from a rooftop restaurant near by.