Create Every Day Wrap-Up

Every day for seven months - 212 consecutive days - I created something and posted the creation to this site. It was a fantastic experience that helped me learn more about my creative process and the personal goals I have for my creativity. I'm very happy to have chosen this project for myself, and I'm very pleased with most of the ideas I came up with during that time. I am glad, however, to have decided to finish the project. Editing, uploading, and posting my creations (the most difficult part of the project, by far) began to distract from the creative process, and it eventually began to feel like a chore. Finally, I came to the point where I found myself saying, "crap, I still have to post tonight..." and I knew the project was no longer benefiting me. I decided to stop posting creations at that point to see how that would affect my desire to be creative, and I found myself longing to play the guitar, and I wanted to photograph everything I saw. With the strong expectation I had built up for myself to post something each day, I had lost some of what makes creating fun for me - spontaneity, emotional honesty, and a heartfelt desire to experience beauty that had previously never existed. As an artist who seldom finishes anything, this project helped me to accept things I was producing that weren't "perfect." Limiting my time and keeping my perfectionism in check gave me a drive to do as much with as little as possible. With these guidelines helping me understand and work around some of my greatest barriers, my photography skills improved (quite dramatically, I'd say), as did my ability to quickly record musical ideas as they skipped through my mind, and my fear of kitchens faded dramatically. The progress I made during this project was something I couldn't have predicted. And if there's one major takeaway, it's that I will forever be on the pathway of growing my skills and exploring my personal philosophy on creating.  
As the sun sets on my Create Every Day project, a beautiful Halloween moon rises full of creative potential.

As the sun sets on my Create Every Day project, a beautiful Halloween moon rises full of creative potential.

  Thank you all for the support you've given me throughout this project. I hope it was enjoyable watching it all unfold! All of my creations will still be up on this site under the Create Every Day tab, so feel free to peruse through them at your leisure. And keep your eyes and ears peeled - there's plenty more to come... such as this piece on which I've been collaborating with my friend and fellow musician, The Panpsychist!     Please help me purchase more space for my SoundCloud account so I can continue to share my music! If you're so giving as to gift me a Pro account, I'll be eternally grateful and I'll give you special thanks in the liner notes of all the albums I produce forever! (https://soundcloud.com/pro/gifts) If you've got a buck or two you can donate and you have a PayPal account, my PayPal account email address is: JoshuaDuChene@gmail.com I also accept bitcoin donations below. Thanks for all your support! Lastly, Happy Halloween!!!    

Skinwalker’s Thailand Story-Travel-Time-Guide – Getting Around Within Cities Part I

Today, I decided to take a break from the newest song I’ve been writing so that I can post my first mini-article for my Skinwalker’s Thailand Story-Travel-Time-Guide series. I started brainstorming some ideas, and the first thing that came to mind was about getting around within cities, so I’m going to cover a couple methods of inner-city travel in today’s article. Today, I’m going to focus specifically on walking, renting bicycles, and taking mini-vans. I’ll soon write a few follow-ups that include taxis, motorbikes, tuk-tuks, and songthaews! Walking: Oh, walking - the oldest form of transportation known to humankind. I love walking through Thai cities because it’s cheap, healthful, and lets you catch every detail around you. There are many cities, or parts of cities, where walking is a great option. For example, if you visit Bangkok and stay near Khao San Road (a very popular tourist destination with a plethora of hostels, restaurants, shops, and street markets), it’s easy to spend an entire day walking around the area seeing the sights, temples, markets, and such. Also, in smaller towns like Pai, or on small islands like Koh Samet, walking is an optimal option. Keep in mind, however, that the streets and sidewalks are likely going to be far dirtier than a common urban walkway in your quaint hometown neighborhood. So don’t wear your fanciest shoes (don’t bring your fanciest clothes, in general), and if you’re concerned about getting something gross on your feet, bring a pair of comfortable close-toed shoes as well as your sandals. While walking along the moat in Chiang Mai, there have been numerous times where rats or giant cockroaches have buzzed past my feet, resulting in quite a start because of my propensity toward wearing sandals. I’ve also slipped into slimy puddles and gunky goop wearing sandals, which is quite a disgusting feeling, so be cautious where you step.
Beautiful ruins in Ayutthaya - these and many other great sights can be seen within a day by bike.

Beautiful ruins in Ayutthaya - these and many other great sights can be seen within a day by bicycle in Ayutthaya.

Bicycle: While not available for rent in all cities, bicycles are an incredibly cheap way to get around far more quickly than walking and without the hassle of haggling with a tuk-tuk or songthaew driver. While I was in Ayutthaya (a city near Bangkok known for its many ruins), I rented a bicycle for the day for the equivalent of about USD $5. Within about five or six hours, I was able to see nearly all the ruins in the entire city (and there are a lot!), thanks to a map that was given to me by the bike rental shop. Make sure you always lock the bike up, or at least lock the back tire to the frame with the provided lock to deter theft. While not necessarily common in Thailand, there are people everywhere in the world who are willing to steal things, so make yourself a less appealing target whenever possible. To rent a bicycle, I always find it easiest to ask the employees at your hostel if they know of any nearby bicycle rental companies – they’ll often know of reputable businesses, and sometimes you can get a small discount by renting through your hostel if they offer bicycles there. Mini-van: The mini-vans I’ve ridden in have all been fairly modern, eight- to twelve-passenger vans that are fairly clean and air-conditioned. When traveling to specific, key destinations, such as an airport, mini-vans are often the cheapest way to get there. In Bangkok, I took a mini-van from Khao San Road to the Suvarnabhumi airport for about a third of the price of a taxi. However, part of the reason they’re so cheap is because they cram as many people as possible into the van before departing, so don’t plan on having much leg room. They also only go between very specific, set destinations in highly touristy areas, unlike a taxi where you can go to and from anywhere. Okay! There’s a bit of information about a few forms of inner-city transportation. I’ll soon write another mini-article where I’ll talk about additional forms of inner-city transportation. Thanks for reading!

Outside the Castle Walls

The lute player played late into the night, and the peasants danced and drank until they were filled with merriment. They knew their master would follow through this time and that everything would be better now. They had hope, and this hope filled their hearts with joy. As the sun arose the next morning, I peered into the castle from afar. But to the surprise of the people within the walls, nothing had changed. Everything was just as it always had been. An eerie familiarity crept over the people as their elation slowly faded into the morning mist and memories of promises broken. Even the minority who had wished for a new master were shocked, for they had drifted off to an anxious sleep expecting chaos and death to take them in the night. Yet they, too, awoke to find that the stone walls were still standing, just as they had stood throughout the reign of countless masters prior. The only considerable damage that had occurred was in the spirits and relationships of their fellow peasants. Good intentions, swept up in masterful theatrics, had been transformed into vicious support for one of two nearly identical brands of continued servanthood. Passion and fervor blinded rationality and threatened friendships with the flick of a strawman or a tu quoquo. And now that the selecting was over, the peasants fell quickly back into the routine of their busy lives, never to think of the atrocities that had been, and would continue to be committed in the name of a lesser evil. Gazing in, I felt saddened. I wanted others to see the beauty of the world outside the castle walls. A world where all interactions and exchanges are made peacefully and voluntarily. A world where good ideas don’t have to be enforced with the edge of a sword. A world where violence and murder are never justified as a method of achieving peace. A world where people don’t choose between a greater evil and a lesser evil, but between love, peace, freedom, and evil. As the days pass and reality once again sets in for these hard-working, good-willed people, I hope those who become disheartened begin to peer outside the castle walls. For once they do, I believe they will see that their economic problems, the continual wars with neighboring kingdoms, and the immoral laws they are forced to obey cannot be fixed by placing a new master on the same throne, but that the system of masters, majorities, and rule by swords itself is what is flawed. I understand that gazing beyond the walls is frightening. And I know that curiosity about what lies beyond is discouraged, even condemned by the master, his council, the lecturers, the enforcers, and even your family and friends. But I hope that you will look outside and find this other world as I did. I hope that you will join me, for there is a peace, a freedom, and a beauty here that exists only outside the castle walls.  

High-Heels, Cigarettes, Trench Coats, and Uggs: Sounds Like it’s Time to Exercise!

Now, before you picture me wearing high-heels with a cigarette in my mouth, remember that I don’t smoke. As for the heels… well, I had to leave some precious items behind when I moved overseas and unfortunately, those didn’t make it.
I'm not kidding.

I'm not even kidding.

I currently live on the edge of the Nanjing University campus, which houses a great outdoor exercise facility about a ten-minute walk from my apartment. There’s a full-size track, basketball courts, soccer fields, volleyball/badminton courts, and various other fitness apparatuses, such as parallel bars, chin-up bars, etc. I go here every day or two to run on the track and use some of the bars for various exercises. Since the area is open to the public and it’s in the middle of a city of eight million, there are always a ton of people of all ages using the facilities. This provides plentiful opportunities for interesting sights and experiences. So how does the title of this particular blog entry relate to exercise? Well, on my first day visiting the university exercise facility, I witnessed people either jogging or playing basketball or soccer with all the things described in the title. Yes, there were people (more than one) smoking cigarettes while exercising. I don’t mean they were sitting on the sidelines stretching or something; I mean that I was watching a man weaving through defenses with a soccer ball at his feet and a cigarette in his mouth. And before I could completely comprehend that cardio-vascular contradiction, I ran past a middle-aged woman jogging in high-heels and a trench coat. I immediately began imagining logical reasons as to why she may have chosen this outfit as her sportswear, but after visiting the facility regularly for three weeks, I’m beginning to think that’s just what she wears to exercise. Also, I have observed that in China (or at least in Nanjing) Ugg boots are popular for men as well as women, and apparently they make great exercise shoes. These are just a few of the numerous sights I have seen that have left me scratching my head. Whenever I visited a track on a university campus in the states, I primarily encountered other twenty-something year olds wearing what I considered typical exercise clothing, such as shorts or sweatpants, t-shirts, hoodies, and running shoes. However, just as I’ve had other cultural eye-openings since arriving in China, I’ve learned that many of my notions regarding exercise are definitely not universal. I mean, I see just as many people running in jeans and dress shoes as I see elderly men doing pull-ups shirtless in sub-freezing temperatures, which is quite a lot. While I have pointed out some of the stranger things I’ve seen at the exercise facility, I mustn’t leave out some of the other memorable moments I’ve had. We recently had a day with some light snowfall, and I decided to go out to the track for a run. I was surprised that there were still a fair number of people at the facility, one of which was an elderly man flying a kite. As I rounded the track, I peered up at the tiny dot of a kite high above the track, over the stadium and the trees, up near the top of a nearby skyscraper, barely noticeable in the white sky. The contentedness of the old man flying the kite in the falling snow gave me a sense of serenity I hadn’t experienced since arriving in this bustling city a month ago. Just as I began to drift off into a sort of jogging daydream, I heard little feet running rapidly behind me. I looked back and noticed a preschool-aged girl wearing an enormous pink jacket sprinting behind me with a huge grin on her face. I smiled back and continued at my pace, which she maintained for another few seconds before tuckering out. The next time I came around to the part of the track where she was walking with her mother, she excitedly said something to her mother and then started sprinting next to me again. When she finally slowed to a stop, dramatically emphasizing her tiredness, I turned and clapped for her and gave her two thumbs up. She looked up with bright eyes, smiled a huge smile, and then turned to run back to her mother’s side. These special moments are something I have begun to appreciate more and more the longer I’m here. Living among millions of frantic and weary people who seem to be losing their souls more each passing day has helped me to begin to truly understand the value of an honest smile from a child.

Hot & Sour Fish Soup Flavor Potato Chips: Just another Day in Paradise

      Other than being physically assaulted my first night in China and experiencing a fireworks display that made Disneyland’s fireworks look like a toddler with a sparkler, things have been relatively relaxed thus far. As for the experience of living here in China, it’s very China-like; I'm in real China, not tourist China. The culture is obviously quite different from what I was used to in Oregon, and there are some things I still don’t understand at all, even after spending a couple weeks here last year with my brother. The traffic is an unimaginably chaotic system where what westerners call road-laws are completely disregarded, but it seems to work and it’s relatively efficient. Regarding this phenomenon, a fellow American summarized it as such: It’s as though when people drive here, it’s always the first time they’ve ever driven a car. To that, I would add, horns are honked so regularly that one would think they’re supposed to summon Skittles to fall from the sky. Grocery stores have huge varieties – there are dozens of different flavors for every product you can think of, and areas like the meat section are just tables with a bunch of meat all over them. I’m being quite literal – pre-packaged meat isn’t terribly common – you just grab a couple plastic bags, shove a few pig’s feet into one, a few handfuls of minced beef into the other, and you’re good to go. As for the flavor variety, there are honestly close to a dozen flavors of Oreos alone; mixed berry, green tea, orange mango... and if you’re talking chips, grab yourself a bag of Lay’s Hot & Sour Fish Soup Flavor or Numb and Spicy Hot Pot Flavor (both a part of their Intense and Stimulating series). Wash those down with Tropicana’s jujube, aloe, dragon fruit, and lychee juice blend, or maybe you’d prefer to grab a mushroom & shrimp sandwich at McDonald's? Aside from a huge variety of flavors, dairy is rather rare, expensive, and nothing like I was used to in the agricultural northwest. However, there are a few foreign food markets where real cow’s butter can be purchased at a handsome price, and I’ve been able to find a couple restaurants that use seemingly real cheese on their sandwiches or pizza. Speaking of restaurants, let it be known that American Chinese food is just that – American. No Chinese national has ever heard of General Tso’s chicken or fortune cookies, so if you plan on visiting China for an extended period of time, get your fill of Chinese food before you get here. Really. Check out this TED Talk for more great info on this topic: http://www.ted.com/talks/jennifer_8_lee_looks_for_general_tso.html One thing I really do love about venturing into grocery stores here are some of their marketing tactics; in the U.S.A, it’s common to see a small coupon attached to a bottle of something that gives you a dollar off another product. Or if you’re lucky, maybe you get a free 2-liter of Coke if you buy two bags of Tostitos tortilla chips and a jar of dip. But that’s not good enough for China – either that or it’s not clear enough marketing for people to grasp in this overstimulated society. So instead, they will literally tape a mixing bowl to the front of a bottle of orange juice. Or they’ll tape a bottle of orange juice to a bottle of orange juice. That’s a great deal easier than attaching a single “buy one get one free” tag to the shelf. These aren’t exaggerations whatsoever; I almost bought a liter of soda just for the free colander taped to the bottle. The prices of most goods and services are quite different here than they are in the states. I had to buy a towel after arriving, and the cheapest one I could find was $12 (vs. the $3 I paid for a towel in the states that was made in China). However, I went to lunch with three others at a nice restaurant where we each ordered our own personal pizzas with several toppings and our total bill was about $12.50 for the four of us. You can fill an entire backpack full of bacon for about $15 and a 22 oz. bottle of beer is about 45 cents, but a Gillette razor is $8. I wish I had brought razors! As for other aspects of living here in Nanjing, it’s incredibly dirty and noisy. I don’t mean a little dirty and a little noisy, I mean it smells like a sewer outside (partly because there is sometimes fecal matter or vomit on the ground [responsible parents will hold their toddlers over garbage cans so their child’s feces are at least mostly contained in a trash can]). Most of the people talk as though they’re standing next to a fighter jet preparing for take-off, regardless of how close they are to the person to whom their talking or whether they’re indoors. And the relentless horn-honking on busy streets reaches decibels comparable to the front row of a metal concert. This morning around 7:00am, I was awakened by a barrage of fireworks that sounded like a military rifle practice occurring in my bedroom. As I type this, fireworks are being shot off somewhere close by in our neighborhood. You know how some Americans continue turning on their Christmas lights each night through the second week of January? That’s how the entire three weeks around the Chinese New Year are, except instead of quiet holiday lights on their own homes, it’s ear-drum bursting explosives outside my bedroom window. I do appreciate the fun and excitement of fireworks, however, and I have (mostly) fond memories of lighting fireworks as a kid growing up in small-town America. I was reminded of this as I walked back to my apartment last night when I saw a father and son shooting off Roman Candles over one of the main roads downtown. It was nice seeing people enjoying fireworks in the street without some police officer harassing them or writing them a ticket - a freedom I couldn’t imagine having back in the states. In general, my individual liberty is much greater here and my anxieties around “the law” have been alleviated quite a bit. “In Communist China?” you ask. Yes, remember that things aren’t always as they seem, and that propaganda is a mighty and powerful tool. All things considered, things are pretty good here. The apartment I’m in is relatively nice, there are tons of food options close by, and it’s really affordable to live here. Additionally, I’m surrounded by people all engaged in philosophy and self-knowledge, which provides just the environment I need to become more open, honest, and curious about myself and others. As for my current plans for the future, I’ll be living in Nanjing for a couple more weeks, then in mid-February I’ll be moving to Beijing where I’ll begin seeking English teaching positions. As for how long I’ll live there, I don’t know, but it can’t be any longer than a year because that’s when my visa runs out. I guess we’ll see what happens.