Thursday, August 16, 2007

Through the looking glass

Reflections are probably only as precise as the instrument used to cast the image, I suppose. What you see mirrored in a lake is different than in a piece of tinfoil, a storefront window, or above the bathroom sink. Depending on how, when, and where you see a reflection, you may get a completely different idea of the original or actual composition. I too am a type of reflector, emitting a sort of reflection of the attitudes, diversity, interests, education, and ideas of my own home place. Depending on the lighting and materials surrounding me, I portray "my people" (a group whose composition or location may change at my own whim or for my own purposes) in a completely different shades.

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I mention the metaphor because I can suddenly see my country through a new looking glass. Often while I am abroad for long stretches of time, I become incensed when others try to capsulize Americans into a clearcut list of stereotypes: Americans are stupid, fat, loud, casual, materialistic, insincere, patriotic, smiley, etc. I also add to these kinds of generalizations in an attempt to understand myself and where I come from in contrast to a different place or people. I have found myself uttering things such as "In the U.S., we do it this way..." or "Americans are usually like this..." Thwarting my own attempts to dispel such stereotypes, I contribute to an idea that you can capture a nation's entire reflection in a sound bite or mere reflection.

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However, we all know that what we see in the mirror is just a bit different than how others perceive us. There is a likeness, but the image does not capture a whole person. Distortions increase proportionately when we try to take a look at ourselves in the back of a spoon or in a rear-view mirror while driving. A reflection helps us understand in someway the person others see us as, but it doesn't begin to tell of three dimensional shapes, lines, wrinkles, sparkles in eyes, or wide-mouthed laughter. In order to see those rich features, like Alice, we must step through the looking glass to encounter the person or place in its entirety.

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My one-dimensional reflection of the United States while abroad has been warmed and enhanced during my visit home this summer. I have traveled in company. Hosting guests in Wyoming, South Dakota, and D.C. while home has helped me appreciate and understand those places better. Rose-colored glasses removed, I feel as if my reflections have improved with sharing. Through the eyes of visitors and hosts, I'm reminded of how askew my reflections sometimes become when I am not so close to home. I'm reminded that it is impossible to single-handedly capture the United States - or any place on this earth - with only your own eyes and devices.

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Here are some of the things that have renewed and clarified the way I look at places I've known and visited for a long time:
  • Wyoming is indeed rural and quite brown
  • My family is funny, easy-going, and very cool
  • Americans we have encountered along the way are über friendly and talkative
  • I have a cool job as an ELF
  • Air-conditioning is over-used and overly cool and I don't like it
  • Food here is HUGE but can also be scrumptious
  • The Big Horns are quiet and gorgeous
  • Motorcycles (although very cool) are awfully loud sometimes
  • The sky in Wyoming is enormous and very blue
  • Summers are hot
  • Washington, D.C. has a lot to offer
  • Baseball is fun -- Go, Bowie Baysocks!
  • Good friends are good friends no matter where or how often you meet
  • I like living in Estonia
  • Eavesdropping (because I can!) assures me that Americans are just like people everywhere else mostly (phew!)
  • English is an interesting language that I fail to appreciate at times; I am still learning it and appreciative of its innovations and deviations (my family and friends are full of idioms and expressions new to me)
  • Life here really requires a lot of driving, and I don't really like driving 15 minutes to the grocery so much anymore
  • Basically, life here isn't so much different, depending on where you look, than anywhere else

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Saturday, August 04, 2007

Vroom vroom

I know that I professed a love of my bicycle, but nothing beats riding my motorcycle through the foothills to see Devil's Tower.

Black Hills Beauty



When I am in range of my hometown in Gillette, one of my favorite places to visit is the Black Hills National Forest, a small mountain range in Northwestern Wyoming and Eastern South Dakota. I made numerous trips to the Hills as a child, worked two summers in Custer at a camp when I was in college, and still really enjoy playing tourist in the area.



The area known also as Paha Sapa to by the Lakota seems like a special and sacred space to me. Its geological formation adds to its uniqueness -- created by a volcanic uplifting, the formation of the Hills is circular with rock formations jutting out and pointing to its most central point at Harney Peak (incidentally, one of my favorite hikes). From an areal view, you would see the center with several mountainous rings moving outward from it, like ripples moving from a disruption in a still pond. My summertime memories there are full of very dry and strong pine scents and sunrises watched from the top of rocks or other peaks. There are also the dozens of tacky tourist traps jutting out into the curvy roads promising a peak at the old west, its precious gems or gold, or other auspicious and out-of-place amusements such as the Flintstones village in Custer, SD.

I had a chance last weekend to revisit my favorite sights, and, in case you've never visited, I thought I would share the beauty with you.



The Days of '76 Parade and Rodeo in the historic downtown of Deadwood, South Dakota



A lone prairie dog stands watch over the whole prairie dog town in Custer State Park




Bison? Buffalo? Whatever you want to call them, we saw a whole herd on the wildlife loop in Custer, South Dakota



The Needles Highway still captures me with its spectacular shapes and heights



Silvan Lake is at the heart of the Hills



No trip to the Hills is complete without visiting the Faces at Mt. Rushmore



... and who can forget the cute little chipmunks scurrying underfoot!

What is that noise encircling our home?

Screeching around our home, the cicadas that come with the onset of the rainy season sound like an army of broken hard drives droning in fr...