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peoples, cultures, rituals, and beliefs

A couple of excellent TED Talks on peoples, cultures, rituals, and beliefs, by Anthropologist Wade Davis. I am not always in favor of a non-indigenous person telling indigenous peoples’ stories, but in this case, I support Wade Davis and his important work.

If you are someone who is interested in culture, and I can’t imagine who wouldn’t be, this is kind of important. Please watch these two videos.

Here’s a couple selected excerpts from the second video:

“….the central revelation of anthropology, and that is the idea that the world in which we live in does not exist in some absolute sense, but is just one model of reality, the consequence of one particular set of adaptive choices that our lineage made, albeit successfully, many generations ago.”

“A language is not just a body of vocabulary or a set of grammatical rules. A language is a flash of the human spirit. It’s a vehicle through which the soul of each particular culture comes into the material world. Every language is an old-growth forest of the mind, a watershed, a thought, an ecosystem of spiritual possibilities….What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your language, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the ancestors or anticipate the promise of the children? And yet, that dreadful fate is indeed the plight of somebody somewhere on Earth roughly every two weeks, because every two weeks, some elder dies and carries with him [sic] into the grave the last syllables of an ancient tongue….Some of you who say, “Wouldn’t the world be a better place if we all just spoke one language?” And I say, “Great, let’s make that language Yoruba. Let’s make it Cantonese. Let’s make it Kogi.” And you’ll suddenly discover what would be like to be unable to speak your own language.”

All this to say, it’s important to teach your children your native language for what it carries, represents, and stories it tells from the past and onward to the future.

 
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Posted by on January 25, 2011 in Culture, Life, Postcolonial

 

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Derrida on “What comes before the question?”

Last day before semester starts tomorrow. Listening to Jacques Derrida, including this clip, deconstruct the process or condition that eventually leads up to a question of the present.

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2011 in Philosophy, Postmodern

 

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a brief story about Trinity H.S. football

Tonight, Trinity High School of Euless will play against Pearland High School of Houston for the Texas 5A Division State Championship Title. Trinity is no newcomer to this State Championship game, as they’ve won the title in 2005, 2007, and 2009. They are one of the highest ranked high school football team in the country, and have been featured on many national news. They have even done national commercials.

As some of you religion practitioners and academics may want to associate the name Trinity to that of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, unfortunately, the usage of Trinity here refers to the three cities, Hurst, Euless, and Bedford, which comprised the school district in which Trinity High School is located. It is often referred to as HEB or MidCities, and it sits right outside of DFW International Airport. It is also halfway between Dallas and Fort Worth. These three cities hold one of the highest concentrated area for Tongans in the U.S., estimated 7-8,000 people.

My interest in this story is sort of family, country, community, and religion related. It’s family related because I have nephews and other family members playing for Trinity. It’s country related because about half of the players are second generation migrants from my native country of Tonga. There’s also a couple of players from our neighborly sister island of Samoa. It’s community related because the entire Polynesian Community will be at this game, along with thousands of the residents of these three cities. It’s religion related because here in Texas, high school football is a civil religion. So perhaps the name Trinity does after all refer to a religion, just in a slightly different context. But then again, church and religion is of extreme importance to these island folks.

Moreover, in case you haven’t encountered too many Tongans or Polynesians in life, they are naturally big boned, overgrown, and many times overweight. They are naturally fit to play sports such as rugby and football. Statistics show that these overgrown island guys have a higher chance of getting into the NFL than any other ethnic group.

Below are a few links that also tell the story:

NFL highlight: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0I6vb4XwV0o&feature=share

Haka-an ancient island warrior dance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxB25H4yB2E&feature=related

With Katie Couric and the CBS Evening News: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbHffGdbEpw

NPR: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=95295728

New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/09/sports/09iht-TONGANS.1.16810356.html

As much as I would like to see these Tongan kids pursue an academic career, and take great passion with their academic studies, I realize that I must also show up to give them support for what their heart, spirit, and mind long for. While football is not the only way to succeed in life, for many of these kids, it is a way of hope to a future. It is a door of opportunity for them not only as individuals, but also for their many families. After all, an island story is never about an individual as much as it is about the families and community.

Whether Trinity wins or not is beside the point. From a far away south pacific island of Tonga to the lone star state of Texas, Trinity football is a way of life not only for these island folks but also for the thousands of local supporters. I am glad to be a part of this culture and excitement. As an alumni of Trinity High School and as a Tongan-American, I will be attending the game tonight at the Dallas Cowboys Stadium in Arlington at 8p.m.

Perhaps this brief story about Trinity High School football is not just a Trinity story, not just a football story, not just an island story, but it is also an American story.

T’S UP!!!

*originally written 12/18/2010 as a facebook note. 43,321 people in attendance.

*updated with photos. earlier game photos were borrowed from Kautai.

 

 

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2011 in Culture, Family, Tonga

 

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life journey

As this year comes to a close, I am reminded of how precious life really is and why it is important to cherish each moment we have with the people close to us. I am also reminded of why we should greet each person with acts of love and grace whether we are meeting them for the first time or reuniting for the millionth time. Bottom line is, I think, each person is a creation of God.

I think it may also be important to  consider each meeting as if it’s the last time we’ll see that person. It just may be. So embrace the moment and opportunity!

Below is something that I jotted down today in thinking about our journey through life and death. Given more time, I’m sure I could arrange it a little more methodically, or not.

 

life journey

We imagine.

We begin.

We breathe.

We exist.

We live.

We become.

We are.

 

We journey.

We wander.

We encounter.

We choose.

We experience.

We rush.

We pass.

 

We laugh.

We cry.

We love.

We hurt.

We argue.

We fight.

We forgive.

 

We dare.

We compete.

We win.

We struggle.

We lose.

We endure.

We dream.

 

We connect.

We create.

We share.

We dictate.

We posses.

We obsess.

We disconnect.

 

We want.

We receive.

We own.

We give.

We sacrifice.

We serve.

We glorify.

 

We defeat.

We think.

We examine.

We process.

We listen.

We hear.

We modify.

 

We push.

We challenge.

We expect.

We proceed.

We worry.

we exceed.

We succeed.

 

We demand.

We obey.

We disobey.

We despise.

We learn.

We reflect.

We change.

 

We die.

We grieve.

We regret.

We express.

We comfort.

We abandon.

We hope.

 

We persist.

We gain.

We will.

We forget.

We won’t.

We remember.

We meditate.

 

We theorize.

We question.

We doubt.

We complicate.

We speculate.

We theologize.

We search.

 

We pray.

We find.

We continue.

We believe

We inspire.

We trust.

We resume.

 

© Sela E. Finau, 2010.

*originally written 12/30/2010 as a facebook note.

 
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Posted by on January 19, 2011 in Life, Philosophy, Uncategorized

 

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The islands, my home!

Last week I was back home in the islands. No, not back home in Tonga, but back home in Hawai’i. You see, I grew up in Hawai’i. I attended elementary school and intermediate school there. So, it is in many ways my home. I have countless families there, old childhood friends and, even childhood enemies (that unfortunately are still fresh in memory). The islands – my home.

It had been a long 2 ½ years since I last visited. I have been occupied and consumed with working full-time and attending grad school full time that my leisure time is very limited. Needless to say, this was a much needed visit.

I was so excited when I landed in the islands that I started taking pictures at the airport. If you’re familiar with Honolulu International Airport, you know there’s an open walkway from the gate to the baggage claim area. I couldn’t resist, but like a child who just landed in Disneyland, I immediately took out my camera and started taking pictures of the sky, of the coconut trees, the airport tower, and of the Welcome sign. To tell you the truth, I really wanted to run over and hug the coconut trees. Talk about a FOB, (Fresh off the Boat) that was me. Just replace the Boat with a Plane and you get a FOP – Fresh off the Plane! My Polynesian family will know what I’m talking about here, and laugh. Ok, family, you may stop laughing now.

While there in the islands, I visited with families, ate lots of local food, and went sight seeing, as if I hadn’t seen them a million times before. I took so many pictures of everyday stuff, that my family said I was such a tourist. That didn’t bother me one bit because if you have ever left home, and went back for a visit, then you know what I’m talking about. I have so many pictures of the beach, the coconut trees, the skies, the mountains, and even The Bus, and Zippy’s.

One particular day, my nephew Lua and I drove around the island. Lua is 20 years old, born and raised in Hawai’i. I asked Lua if we could visit ‘Iolani Palace, and Lua, to my surprise, said he’s never been there. I said, “What? You have got to be kidding me. Come, let me give you a tour as I used to take field trips there when I was in grade school.” Off we go to ‘Iolani Palace. We then walked next door to the State Capital Building. Both of these places symbolizes many things to many people, but for me as a Pacific Islander, it reminds me of what once was a monarchy of the Hawai’ian people- a Polynesian people – my people. Perhaps you have only read the story of Hawai’i from the conquers’ perspectives. But this is not the full story. The story of ‘Iolani Palace is filled with deceit, forced, assault, betrayal, oppression, and defeat. Do you know of Queen Lili’uokalani? She was the beloved Princess, later Queen of the Hawai’ian people. She was the last of the monarchy that was overthrown by the U.S. Government. The next door building, the State Capital, tells the story only from the conquers’ victorious account. Hawai’i, the 50th State, it has become!

Anyway, to finish telling about my island visit – we visited my childhood neighborhoods, schools, and ate at the local joint called Rainbow, in Kapahulu. The food at Rainbow is okay, but visiting Rainbow wasn’t just about the food; rather, it was about visiting my child-hood days, and I do mean child-HOOD days! It was an awesome feeling to be back in the Hood of Kapahulu.

Returning back home to the islands was truly the best feeling for me, and it was the highlight of my Summer. Returning back to the daily roasting 100+ degree temperature in the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex was just the opposite. Although I have lived here, in the DFW area most of my life, it is not home. And, I am often reminded by those inquiring minds by asking, “where are you from?” (A story for another day!)

As another semester gets under way in just a few more days, I am not at all thrilled. I wish that I can hurry up and finish this degree so I can move back to the islands. I moved away from the islands not by my own choice. It was my parent’s decision, in search for a better way of life. I have high regards for my parents. But twenty plus years later, is it a better way of life? I will say that my parent’s decision afforded me many opportunities, economically and academically. We’ll leave it there for now.

Still, I miss home. I miss the islands.

-I was moved to write this note after reading my friend Brian’s note on being “homesick.” Thanks, Brian.

-Originally written as a facebook note, August 2010.

 
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Posted by on September 7, 2010 in Culture, Postcolonial, Tonga

 

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A typical day as a grad student!

So it’s only the second week of classes and I am feeling totally overwhelmed with readings and assignments.  I have even fallen behind on my readings. But then again, when you have a full load of courses, one doesn’t do “reading,” but rather “skimming.” That’s right, it’s impossible to do all the readings. There’s simply not enough time in a day!

Here’s how my day went (thank you for asking:):

I fell asleep at about 2a.m. and woke up at 6a.m. I read for a couple of hours. I left home at 9:00 to get to a 10:00 class. Because it rained this morning, there was more traffic than usual. I cheated and risked getting a $200 fine and took the HOV lane. (Bad, don’t do it!) However, I still arrived to class a little late. Thank God my OT professor says a prayer at the beginning of each class, which saved me today, as I rushed in, out of breath, just in time to take the quiz.

I thought my Old Testament class this morning was very relevant, inspiring, and thought provoking. We read Genesis 1 and 2, and throughout the reading, my professor who is of course an OT/Hebrew scholar, and “NOT a raging feminist” (his words), substituted “man” with “humanity.” Why? Because the correct interpretation of the Hebrew word אדם orʼĀḏām means humanity, not man.

Also, in Gen, 1:27, it reads, “So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them.”

My professor made the point that it does not say God created us individual human beings in God’s image; rather, it says humanity was created in God’s image. The individual image being interpreted as God’s image was Augustine’s interpretation, which the Christian tradition has largely followed to today.

I knew everything up to this point. After all, I have already taken Old Testament before, but hearing it again from another professor at a different school, and a male biblical scholar was truly rewarding.

But what was new for me was the following interpretation.  That when we separate ourselves as individuals and say that we are the image of God, this could be interpreted as narcissistic and idolatrized. In other words, the image of God is only complete when we include all of humanity. I find this interpretation of humanity fascinating because if that’s the case, how might we perceive others of humanity that are not Christian, that are of other race, and so forth? We are not the image of God all by ourselves as individuals, but the image of God represents all of humanity, regardless. So next time, instead of looking at the mirror to find the image of God, we need to be looking at other people, at humanity as a whole as the image of God. Enough said? Yes, for now. Class finished at 11:20.

I then did my reading my next class at 1:30. Got it done. Class finished at 2:50.

I then took out my books to read for my next class at 4:30. At about 3:30, I experienced what I will refer to as a divine revelation. (Don’t laugh!) I decided to look at my syllabus for another class tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m. To my surprise, I discovered I had a writing assignment due at 5p.m.  I almost went into panic mode because I had less than an hour as I had another class at 4:30. Lucky for me, I had the book with me and already understood the assigned reading, Schubert Ogden. Needless to say, I got the writing done and submitted at 4:20.

4:30 was my next class, and that lasted until 5:50. I then drove home, which took me over an hour.

I should be studying Hebrew right now, but instead I decided to go on facebook. Bad idea, as I’ve decided to update my status and write this “note.”  In about an hour, I will go to the airport to pick up a guest that will be staying with me for a few days while attending a conference nearby. This person is from New Zealand, I think. (I have to work all wkend; no further comment.)

Anyways, learning a different language is difficult and requires a lot of discipline. But I tell you what, being able to sound out the words, Hebrew words, my 3rd day of class is truly amazing. It makes it all worthwhile, I think!

That’s how my day went, 2nd week of classes.

-originally written as a facebook note, August 2010.

 
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Posted by on September 7, 2010 in Student life, Uncategorized

 

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