New Clothes and a Full Moon

Wednesday 19 October 2005 7:46 pm

Note that the two items of the title are not related. And for that, you should be thankful. Terese and I went to New York City this past weekend. Oh, yeah. I should probably mention the fact that Terese is visiting for a month. We are having quite a lovely time.

Anyways, back to our trip. Terese has for awhile wished to see how other clothes would look on me. My “style” for the past many years has had the same recipe: one pair black casual pants; one button-down, polo, or short sleeve shirt in size medium; one pair black socks; one pair black shoes. (More recently, a pair of New Grip Wrist Supports have also becomes standard.) I have found myself very comfortable in these clothes and the consistency makes getting dressed in the morning very easy. However, I am not closed to the possibilities of trying on new clothes, especially when I get to return the favor and pick clothes for Terese.

The primary criteria Terese set forth were to try a pair of jeans and a tighter shirt. I have never owned a pair of jeans. My mother tried some on me when I was six and I cried a lot, so it was decided that they were not the kind of thing that made me particularly happy. I haven’t tried on a pair since then. That was until a week ago. The first few pairs I tried on were not very nice and I didn’t find the look particularly appealing. However, while in NYC, I managed to find a pair of jeans that did not bother me and in fact grew on me as I looked at them more. The jeans, combined with a shirt in size in XS, resulted in this:

I now own a pair of jeans and a couple tighter shirts. I’m finding the tighter shirts to be pretty appealing and I think my wardrobe is likely to diversify. I don’t imagine I will own a second pair of jeans just yet, but the ones I now own will find their way into regular rotation. I just have to figure out which part of my personality they reflect.

New York City brought some other fun things, too. We got to go see Queen + Paul Rodgers. Terese has been a big Queen fan for many years and they conveniently decided to play a show in New York while she was visiting. I’m not very familiar with Queen material, so it’s hard for me to say much about the show. I found the lighting for the show very well done. The drummer was also quite a good player, although his grip was one I have not seen before. I’m sure Terese will comment on it on her weblog at some point, but reading it may require danskkundskaber.

Another highlight was definitely getting to hang out with Chethan, who recently moved to NYC so he could pull the eyes out of rodents. I haven’t seen him since he went to LA. I think one sign of a good friendship is when you can start hanging out with a person again after having not seen him for awhile and it’s like nothing has changed. I know, I know, that is quite a cliché. But that does not make it any less true. That’s how it felt seeing Chethan again. We talked about all sorts of things just like before and his sense of humor is quite the same. I think I shall have to make an effort to go to NYC to hang out with him occasionally.

The final part of our trip was going to the Full Moon ceremony at the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors. If you are ever in New York City, I highly recommend you go to this place (Chethan, I am looking at you). It is the gallery of the artist Alex Grey, whose work I find extremely intriguing and thought provoking. I have both Theologue and InterBeing hanging in my house. The two times I have visited the place are the closest I have had to a “religious experience” I have ever had. The Chapel is a spiritual place, but not in the horrible way a church full of those blindly following an organized religion is. When I look at the paintings on the wall, when I hear the music of the live musicians playing drums, violins, gongs, and bowls, I feel something inside.

The Full Moon celebration was no exception. A large group of people of all ages, races, and backgrounds assemble on a monthly basis to do a little collective prayer and then dance, mediate, or anything-else-they-want the night away. On this night, Terese and I sat in the Chapel and took in the paintings and the surroundings as a ceremony taking place in the packed room next door was displayed on the wall. Later, we sat in between two gongs as they were played quietly and tried to focus the energy of the sound into each other. We topped the night off with dancing to the overwhelming sound of drums and hand percussion played by professionals and amateurs alike. I was tempted to join the playing myself, but decided against it this first time. The sound really does just compel one to move. Everyone from young slender African-American girls through middle-aged white men were dancing, not concerned about looking funny, not worried about what others might think.

If you sit back and think about it for too long, the whole Full Moon ceremony can seem a bit absurd, particularly if you read the description: “By joining in prayer we will create a vast field of prayer to influence our collective dream into reality.” I would agree that there are people who take the whole thing way too seriously, making it seem like a support group you’d find in Fight Club. Nevertheless, the goal of finding out more about ourselves is admirable and something it doesn’t hurt any of us to strive for. There is an unmistakable feeling of peace for me while in there. I am quite certain that any return trips to NYC will include a stop at the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors for me. And if I ever live there, I guarantee I will be a member.

So in conclusion, New York city is fun, Chethan is a cool friend, jeans no longer make me cry, and sacred mirrors make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. If you feel so inclined, check out pictures from the trip.

Trip to North Carolina

Tuesday 6 September 2005 7:59 pm

For Labor Day, the family went down to visit relatives in North Carolina. I have posted pictures from the trip. As a quick summary, the highlights were:

  • Seeing Sittee and my aunts, uncles, and cousins
  • Getting to pick up a beautifully framed version of this picture from New Zealand, with the work done my my Ami Bassam at his frame shop
  • Having Sittee’s cat urinate all over my open suitcase ten minutes before we left to come back north

MKM 2005 in Bremen, Germany

Wednesday 20 July 2005 8:18 pm

One of the benefits of being a graduate student is the opportunity to travel abroad for conferences. I’ve spent the last week in Bremen, Germany at MKM 2005 presenting a paper Terese and I wrote, A Proof-Theoretic Approach to Hierarchical Math Library Organization. Not only did going to the conference afford me the chance to have another paper published, but it also gave me the unexpected and very exciting chance to see Terese again. You can see some pictures from the trip.

I had a really nice single-serving friend from Ithaca to Philadelphia in the form of Dr. Kate Whitlock, a professor at Cornell in Genetics. She was off to a conference in Germany, too, so we got to sit in the terminal in Philadelphia and chat for a bit. The flight to Germany itself seemed quite short, given that my last two international flights were to Kazakhstan and New Zealand, the latter of which included a 40-hour voyage to find my way to Wellington. An 8-hour flight? Fourteen hours in transit total? Nothing! On the flight to Germany, I had two seats to myself, meaning I could sleep comfortably. Of course, I fell asleep just in time to wake up for breakfast.

One of my worries on the trip over was customs. I hate dealing with customs and immigration and find it to be a bit stressful. However, passport control in Germany was unbelievably easy. No “what are you doing here?,” “how long will you be here?,” “can I see your return ticket?,” or “have you ever lived in Texas?” I was through customs in Frankfurt and at my gate to get on my plane to Bremen in less than half an hour. That was reassuring, as Terese was quite worried her 50-minute layover in Amsterdam would not be enough to get through customs and catch her connecting flight.

Upon arriving in Bremen, I took the tram and the train to the university. For the first time in the trip, I got to play the “I’m just a stupid American” card. Apparently, one needs to have the train ticket stamped in a little machine before getting on the train to ensure one is only using the ticket once. I was not aware of this fact and sat on the train to be on my merry way. When the woman came to check my ticket and said, “Das tickethausen nein stampened,” I simply said, “Huh? I don’t speak German.” I’m normally not a fan of coming across as incompetent and stupid, but when I get into such a situation in a foreign country, it seems like a perfectly legitimate way to get through without much trouble. Americans are all trouble anyways, aren’t we?

I made the long walk to the university from the train station and got my room ticket. MKM decided to put us up in the dorm rooms. The room was extremely bare and there was no soap nor shampoo for me to use. I was sharing a bathroom with another person, apparently spending the summer at the university, so I partook of his cleaning products…I hope he doesn’t mind. On the positive side, the room had internet in it, meaning I could keep up with the world and keep in touch with Dexter about the paper we were writing with a July 18th deadline.

After a brief nap, I went back to the airport to pick up Terese. I was happy to be able to have already done the trip so she wouldn’t have to worry about figuring out the train schedule and such. Having been more than three months since I had seen her, I was looking forward to catching that first glimpse of her as she got off the plane. From the observation deck, I saw her walk off of KLM flight 1757 and into the terminal. (I was glad to see she was in fact able to make her connection.) Smiles when our eyes found each other again for the first time in a time that was simultaneously nothing and forever.

The first order of business at the conference was the workshop. It was all about the SESAME project, some huge research grant proposal by most of the people at the workshop. As a result, Terese and I felt very out of place, as we had nothing to do with the proposal. Apparently, we shouldn’t have technically been there, but they didn’t mention the topic of the workshop until after we had registered for it. Luckily, Terese’s father and brother Daniel were coming to visit her, since this was the closest she had been to home in nearly a year. We skipped out on the afternoon sessions and went to Vegesack with them to have a drink, eat some ice cream, and walk around a bit. It was nice to see and chat with her father again, as I last saw him when Terese and I went to New York City in the fall. It turns out that he is quite the successful online poker player, so we chatted about that a bit among other things.

On Friday, I had to present our paper. We were the first to present. Being first can be nice because it means the presentation is over quickly, but it also can be slightly overwhelming, as I have never been to the conference before and I had no idea if there were “standards” I would have to meet. I never have found public speaking to be frightening, as I figure any excuse to make people listen to me for half an hour can’t be bad. Talks of this nature only make me worry that I could be exposed as a fraud, not really knowing what I’m talking about. Question sessions can be difficult because one does not know what to expect and gaps in theoretical background can put the person asking the question and the person answering on different levels making it hard to communicate. There is also the strong fear of discovering that someone else has already done the same work and I simply missed it when looking for related research. Apparently, there is some work done in the area of the paper we wrote and I need to explore it a bit further to find out if the things we are doing truly are unique.

The conference provided a variety of moments. Academics seem to be either really good or really bad at speaking. The good ones are obviously prepared, stay within the allotted time, and are dynamic and exciting. The bad ones don’t seem very interested in their own work, are obviously not well rehearsed (running over 10+ minutes), and sometimes even read straight from the paper. However, a number of the papers were interesting. Our hosts Michael and Andrea Kohlhase discussed the space of knowledge. Serge Autexier, whom I first met at LPAR in Kazakhstan two years ago, presented a great paper on a data structure for representing proof attempts. It gave me several ideas for my own work that I am eager to explore. There were also a number of memorable quotes:

  • “They believe it after talking to me for awhile.”: A presenter in Physics in response to a question about his belief on the basic unit of knowledge in his field
  • “Great people, but irrelevant.”: Describing the SESAME proposal in the eyes of the “Eurocrats” who reviewed it
  • “This is not a sexy area for undergraduate teaching.”: Referring to mathematical knowledge management.
  • “I don’t remember what the acronym stands for.”: Referring to SESAME, which stands for “Semantic Structure for Managing Mathematical Knowledge
  • “It is dangerous, but it works.”: A presenter describing some hacks he made to a system
  • “I think we’re moving into philosophy.”: Trying to stop a conversation on the value of 1/0
  • “So 0-1 = 0?”: Discussing Isabelle’s list representations
  • “Well anyway, you have to believe me.”: A presenter, when her demo crashed

After the conference was over, Terese and I spent a couple extra days in Bremen. We moved to the Inn Side Residence-Hotel at the Space Park. I’m still not exactly sure what the Space Park is, although it did have a large building with a movie theater and a rocket. The room was nice and, unlike the dorms at the conference, did not require us to move furniture. Out the window was a river and plenty of windmills. It is the first time I’ve seen windmills and they are pretty darn nifty. There is something peaceful and graceful about the way they move.

We certainly took full advantage of our time together in Bremen. The first day was spent mostly relaxing, including dinner at a Greek restaurant with some of the best meat I have had in my entire life. The moon came out to say hello to us while we were back in our room, bright and unavoidable. I said a few words to she who watches over.

On the second day, we went into downtown Bremen and walked around and shopped. I’m normally not a shopper or browser, but I very much enjoy shopping with Terese. We went to a few clothing stores such as H & M, which do not exist in Japan. Some time ago, Terese had expressed an interest in finding some clothes for me and for the first time, and after shopping there, I think it could be fun to do the same for her. She’s already had a positive influence on my fashion sense, as my pants are now actually long enough (and more comfortable as a result). The next time we see each other, we shall have to go shopping and perhaps force our tastes on each other.

On the way back to our hotel, we stopped at an Aldi to get some food, thinking we’d have a simple dinner consisting mostly of fruit. However, upon arrival at the hotel, we decided that a nice dinner in their restaurant would be better. It was a good choice, as we got to eat outside and have some excellent fish. After dinner, we went back to the room and stayed up most of the night, enjoying the little time and lots of food we had left.

The next day, our taxi picked us up at 6:50am to go to the airport. My flight left at 8:25 and Terese’s at 11:35. Our time in the airport was sad, as it always has been, trying to hold on to those last few precious moments. Despite the fact that our time together was short, despite the fact that we were leaving, despite the fact that we would not see each other again for some time, we still smiled uncontrollably. Leaving each other is certainly sad, but the sadness is accompanied by the joy of time spent together. When the time came, I went to my gate and left Terese to wait for her flight back to Japan. As the plane was pushed back from the gate, I could see her on the observation deck. I said my last good byes and shed a few tears as the Boeing 737-300 left the ground.

My trip home was relatively uneventful. I got through German departure passport control with no problems, although my laptop was subject to a special search and there was a guy with a very large gun in the terminal, which I found rather scary. From Frankfurt to Philadelphia, I was able to sleep half of the way. I was sitting next to three gentlemen who looked very much like they should be in a band together. Maybe my judgement was based on stereotypes, but they had some cool tattoos, were enjoying listening to music, and bought and consumed a large amount of Jack Daniels. I couldn’t resist and I asked the one sitting next to me if they were in a band. As it turns out, they are Playing Enemy, a group on Escape Artist Records returning from a tour in Europe. I listened to some samples on their webpage and they are a little loud and chaotic for my tastes, but they still seemed like cool guys.

Philadelphia immigration and customs proved to be the easiest I have ever gone through in the United States. It took nearly no time at all and they didn’t ask any strange questions. My flight to Ithaca was delayed two hours due to air traffic congestion. Apparently, this is quite a normal problem in the area. When we finally did get on the plane, the pilot said we’d be very lucky if we took off in an hour. It took an hour and a half of taxing and waiting our turn in line. The airport was complete chaos, with planes facing every direction to get to the single runway being used for departure. We eventually made it to Ithaca, three hours later than scheduled. My luggage, on the other hand, arrived two hours later than I did. How my luggage was not able to get from customs to the plane in over two hours is beyond me.

On the plane, I saw a rainbow below. For a time, it seemed to follow behind our plane like a pet. Shortly before we landed, I enjoyed the sunset out the left window and the moon out the right. It was as though the plane served as a conduit between which the two were speaking to each other. In that moment, I said a few more words and thank yous for the opportunity presented to me.

Overall, I’d say this trip could not have gone any better. My work was actually interesting to some people in the community. I unexpectedly got to see she whose influence and impact in my life is deep and unmistakable. I am truly lucky these days.

Family Reunion

Monday 4 July 2005 1:26 pm

It’s been quite some time since I’ve posted new pictures to my gallery. However, I have taken some pictures that didn’t end up on my page, namely, the pictures from the Aboul-Hosn Family Reunion in Williamsburg, VA. They are on the Aboul-Hosn family webpage, which I maintain.

I find family reunions to be extremely refreshing. The Aboul-Hosns are a very large and connected group; currently it is estimated that there are 18,000 in the world. (Interesting note: the Aboul-Hosns were the first Lebanese to come to America.) Every year, around 100 or 200 make it to the reunion to talk, eat, and be happy. It’s getting to the point where I recognize a lot of the people there and we get to catch up. I also meet a bunch of new people related to me every year. I leave the reunions with happy memories, a reminder of the wonderful family of which I’m a part, and plenty of invitations to come stay with people.

Next year, I’m running the family reunion in Hershey, PA. I look forward to implementing some new ideas and trying to make it the best reunion to date. Mainly, I want to try to give back to the family I feel has given me so much.

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