Another Visit to Saint Lucia (2011)

Well, my wife and I are in Saint Lucia for the month of May visiting her family, taking buses around the island, and regularly visiting the beaches. I learned my lesson with the sun the last two times I came, so I’m managed a tan with minimal burning so far :>

I’ve adjusted well to the climate this time around, and the mosquitoes are kept away at night by coconut oil (it works somehow) and a mosquito net over the bed. I may be living here in two years or so, so it’s good that I know I can deal with these issues. I’m learning a bit of Kweyol, too, and should problem take some lessons in French while I’m at it.

I haven’t taken many photos yet, but here are the best of what I’ve got so far.

These first two are shots of Kay’s parent’s home up Monier, Gros Islet (halfway up what they call “hills” here, but seem more like small mountains to me):

Here’s the harbor in the main city, Castries:

Some ships near Rodney Bay (the Ramp):

The waves lapping the beach (was going to make an animated gif, but I’m feeling lazy):

A view down to the sea off of Morne Fortune (I think there’s some Sandal’s resort with a golf course in the shot there):

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Identity A Blog Post

[Original Post: 26 Jul 2010 @ 3:48 PM]

[Update 1: 04 Aug 2010 @ 1:03 AM]

[Update 2: 03 Sept 2010 @ 9:59 PM]

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I am I because my little blog knows me. The author typing alone has nothing to fear.

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Questions for Further Discussion:

What is true about the statement in this poem?

whr iz d contxt?

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To not forget: ideas and texts that I fear losing track of [I fear losing track of myself and my things], unlike in writing poems, where memory is not (for me) (for now) important, is not the object, and there is often little to “keep track of.”

Blog is about image (self) in that scattered pieces which the self is fearful of forgetting may be kept in one space and displayed as self-image, is then the self that is forgetful and may forget itself but never will, which has that identity then of seeing oneself laid out as in a journal or photo album. There is some distance there. Flip through and remember things you have lost track of to feel more whole.

This is of the nature of illusion.

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My writing is mostly to avoid or obstruct self-construction, brush aside the illusion of a solid self. My writing often instead relies upon a principle of like/dislike or pleasure/boredom, which is an equally troublesome illusion. I have read. Though I really like-dislike pleasure and boredom. But then,

Writing is the present creation of illusion in order to diverge from it in being a state of attention. Attention, the activity of reading or observing, is the only history and present moment – at all.

(Scalapino, The Public World / Syntactically Impermanence 10)

There is the term “timeless awareness” in Tibetan Dzogchen Buddhism. This could not be a medium [basis?] for writing.

Attention here assumes the point of conventional self (relative) not the truth of no-self (ultimate) — self and mind as they appear and are experienced within or without narrative/historical context — as the point of composition. By assuming this point and writing in opposition to the self-cherishing attitude and the reinforcement of self-concern, one engages in an effective deconstructionist and Buddhist mode of writing.

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This is nothing like nowhere as good as Identity A Poem. That had a lot to do with plays and human nature. This has nothing to do with plays and little to say about human nature.

I love you Gertrude Stein. I do this for you Gertrude Stein.

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Lotuses smell like toilet cakes

Blogs smell like blogs

ppl smeL lIk ppl

And swamps smell terrible most of the year.

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There is illusion of continuity thus continuity of self. There are posts (writings) and gaps, and the gaps must be filled in with an assumption of continuity of self. Until the last writing. Then the complete writings may be published and sold, arranged in order of the best continuity of self, not necessarily in time, because a self does not always develop in time or thought, but actions, which are often more clearly defined outside of temporal continuity. And a self does not really develop in actions because the self does not inherently exist.

6 – txt msg (CstructD 4 othRz)

A prsn iz not a v gud writer. A writer iz CstructD 4 othRz out of a prsnz living & wrkN. Born @ d nd of writiN & brawt in2 d wrld by editors, 1 hOpz dey wer gud fRnds. DIS iz an illusion of BcumN a writer. insted jst jst wrte.

Some Personal Thoughts on Suffering

I’ve been ridiculously ill the last week now, on top of the herniated disk in my lumbar region, on top of the migraines which are becoming more frequent again. It had me thinking about suffering earlier today, how you can’t really compare certain pain with other pain in any quantifiable sense. How different is my experience of back pain from someone else’s? How can I even explain the difference between unbearable migraine pain and unbearable back pain to someone who has experienced neither? Or why I prefer the latter to the former?

Everything else seems to be going along just fine in my life. I am very happily married, I’m writing and getting work published, I’m holding down a job in spite of my current disability. Who knows what miserable state I would be in if I didn’t have these things to keep me positive? But I find myself turning to prayer again more these days. When I recite the five-syllable mantra, I wish for nobody else to have to suffer any pain like I am experiencing, be it “the same,” “better” or “worse” in strength. And I wish for other to always find good fortune in their lives, however likely that is. I believe this is a very powerful way to pray. I hope it really does benefit others, and I acknowledge too that I do it to help myself relax about my own suffering and pain.

We can’t share each other’s pain, even if we can empathize to some extent. There is no limit to the volume of suffering we can experience; there can always be worse pain, physical and emotional. I really do believe this, very deeply. But I also believe there is an end to suffering and a way to achieve this, as a Buddhist should. It keeps me going more than anything else. I hope I will understand it better before I die, however close or distant that may turn out to be.

Changing Your Name in Indiana

It’s been a while since I’ve posted here: over two months, to be more precise. It’s been a busy winter for me, looking for work, working on and doing research for several poetry projects, studying web design and content management systems in greater detail, and, more relevant to this post, changing my name and my new spouse’s name.

So that makes this now the weblog of Eric Goddard-Scovel. According to the Social Security Administration at least.

If you’re interested in finding out some info on changing your name, especially in Indiana, I found a really useful page–“How to Change your Name in Indiana After a Marriage”–on eHow that goes through the major steps. It’s not anything mind-blowing, but if you’ve ever had to deal with several beuarocracies at the same time, you’ll know how troublesome it can be.

Still Unemployed (or Underemployed, If You Prefer)

More joining the ranks all the time, too. And I still try to look for the decent jobs, for now.

Here’s a good article from BusinessWeek (“Shrinking U.S. Labor Force Keeps Unemployment Rate From Rising“) to put the December unemployment numbers in context. Take note of the “underemployment” number and the number of people without jobs that have been dropped out of the “job market” altogether. You should know the 10% number is skewed, and the article shows you what’s been left out.

New York Visit >> Digital Writing with Python Final Performance

Flatbush Ave in Brooklyn

Flatbush Ave in Brooklyn

Tomorrow I’ll be flying to New York City for a 10 day visit. Besides going to see a saxophone orchestra, the Greg Osby 6tet, and possibly the Colbert Report (cross your fingers) the Vandermark 5, I’ll be visiting Adam Parrish’s Digital Writing with Python course on its final day. Afterwards, there will be a final performance of their digital works, Strip, split, join, print. Love the title.

Check back for some pics and updates.

Another Set of Photos from St. Lucia

Less than a week left in St. Lucia now. It’s been a nice visit. I’ve suffered some from headaches and the usual mood swings, but you can’t take a vacation from everything, can you. I’ve been to the beach several more times now, and into and around Castries some more, too. I’m developing a decent tan.

Just last week I really started to settle into things on the island, but I am looking forward to returning to my own space and my own place in the U.S. I think I could live here just fine if things turn out that way. “White Bwoi” could get used to this place.

Now, the pics:

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Kay's Parents, Patricia and George Goddard Jr., and I having breakfast.

Having a Piton beer at the Lime on the Bay at Rodney Bay.

Having a Piton beer at the Lime on the Bay at Rodney Bay.

The pile of puppies underneath the house. They were born just before we arrived.

The pile of puppies underneath the house. They were born just before we arrived.

Face, the proud mother, watching as the puppies are bathed.

Face, the proud mother, watching as the puppies are bathed.

Students assembled in the hot sun at Ave Marie Primary / Infant School where Avril teaches.

Students assembled in the hot sun at Ave Marie Primary / Infant School where Avril teaches.

A great beach, the Ramp at Rodney Bay.

A great beach, the Ramp at Rodney Bay.

I lumber towards the sea.

I lumber towards the sea.

A sand crab.

A sand crab.

Posing in the shade by the beach.

Posing in the shade by the beach.

Kay looking lovely in the shade.

Kay looking lovely in the shade.

UFO's are so common in St. Lucia, they have their own signs. Watch out!

UFO's are so common in St. Lucia, they have their own signs. Watch out!

Horses grazing near Pigeon Point. Tourists were riding them in the sea nearby. I don't get it.

Horses grazing near Pigeon Point. Tourists were riding them in the sea nearby. I don't get it.

Pics from St. Lucia

For my family and friends back in the States, here are some pics. I’m sure there will be some more to come.

Me on the laptop, writing or surfing the internet. Nothing new here.

Me on the laptop, writing or surfing the internet. Nothing new here.

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The beach near the airport just north of Castries.

The view from the Morne overlooking Castries.

The view from the Morne overlooking Castries.

Sun on water.

Sun on water.

Me, still chubby from the thesis year, after bathing in the sea.

Me, still chubby from the thesis year, after bathing in the sea.

Kay and Avril talking under an almond tree.

Kay and Avril talking under an almond tree.

Kay smiling.

Kay smiling.

On Vacation in St. Lucia

1084198387I’ll be back in St. Lucia again this year, this time for a month. We won’t be staying in Castries this time, but at Kay’s parent’s house in Monier, about 10 minutes outside of the city. There have been a few issues getting our flight confirmed, but if all goes now as planned, we’ll be in St. Lucia at 2:30 or so tomorrow afternoon.

I might post some while I’m there, but don’t count on it. I’m working on a howto for installing gnoetry on Windows and Mac systems using Wubi and/or VMWare with Ubuntu 9.04. I’ll definitely put that up after its tested successfully.