More Thoughts on Time

I’ve whined an aweful lot on this blog about time, probably as a result of suffering a year and a half of Michigan Engineering where every microsecond of every day counts (only slight exaggeration). I’ve stated before that I subscribe to the belief that time is your true wealth. The psychology of how we perceive time is interesting, and I had a breakthrough or two recently.

I was, ironically enough, sitting around playing Tetris on Monday night when I had this feeling of frustration wash over. I went out for a walk, which is my way of telling my subconscious: talk to me! It had some interesting things to say to me which changed how I view my time and my expectations. Four main points:

1. Time’s not scarce

2. You don’t have to do anything

3. When you remove all expectations, predictions and pressure, you multiply your capabilities

4. There’s nobody you need to justify yourself to

Let me explain.

First point. My world, like most Americans, is dominated by a sense of urgency. Stuff has to get done, in a certain order, as quick as possible. This is true in day to day routine as well as year to year. ‘Time’s not scarce’ refers to the big picture. The next couple of years for me look like this: Get through school, get internships and experience, pay down your debts, find a real job, get a life. The pressure I’m feeling to chew through all of this has been getting to me while I’m stuck here. But – here’s the interesting part. I know full well that there’s a lot of very worthwhile activities I could and should be doing with my time while I’m here. For the most part, I haven’t been doing them. I realized that my mind prioritizes blasting through schoolwork and the rest of the gig above pretty much all else. I haven’t gotten around to working on my projects because my internal checklist says ‘you still have to do school first, and you’re not’.

When I pretend that university life doesn’t exist; I’m coming home to nothing, no plan… I suddenly feel great about my time here. I immediately think of all the things that I could be doing, and actually want to do them rather than saying ‘I should.’ The anxiety just goes away.

The second point complements perfectly. I realized how much anxiety builds up in my mind about the things I SHOULD be doing with my time and my life. All the advice I’ve ever gotten from people and all the things I tell myself I should be doing build up into this great wall of anxiety. Take them all away, and I realize very clearly the things I WANT to be doing instead. Again, I’m not talking small picture like ‘I should be doing homework, but I want to go have fun’. Much bigger than that. We all say that we are in control of our lives, but most people still end up doing things with it they don’t really want to do. They do things that the ‘should’ do instead.

When I think about that, I realize that I want to do engineering. I’m studying engineering not because I should, but because I want to. I don’t think I’ve ever said it that outright and explicitly to myself before. It’s an empowering idea and it relieves a lot of anxiety. It’s not that I should be an engineer because I’m good at math and science and I like the challenges. It’s that I simply want to do it.

I also let myself say that I want to be an entrepreneur. I’ve been saying to myself that I should be an entrepreneur given the challenges and benefits and lifestyle and the fact that it gets me all kinds of excited. Instead of telling myself that, I just let myself gravitate towards it and realize that it’s something I want to do. Fortunately, I can work on that while I’m here. And when I temporarily de-prioritize engineering and school, I do it.

Moving on to the third point, which builds on the first two. I use a lot of shoulds when I prepare for a challenge. I build an expectation of results that, given my personality, tends to be really high. This is my old inhereted perfectionism illness. That, unfortunately, leads me to avoid things where I’m scared I won’t clear the bar. But more than that, it leads to significantly worse performance. It’s like playing goalie – if you expect perfection, you’re going to be a terrible goalie. I learned to deal with my perfectionism in sports, and I need to transfer that to other areas of interest as well, like speaking Spanish for example. I often won’t speak in class because I don’t want to sound like a gringo, and that’s detrimental. It’s probably no coincidence that my favorite class is the one where I’m forced to speak up anyways – Oral Expression. Practicing how to shut up perfectionism might be the most important thing I ever get out of playing sports.

The final point adds punch to the third. When I screw up and things turn south, I tend to rationalize like mad. That needs to stop. It needs to be replaced by ‘Yes, you screwed up (big time, perhaps), but you’re still plenty good enough’.

To summarize:

- Turning a blind eye to the future allow for making the best use of the present

- Justification for interests needs to be emotional rather than logical

- The best results happen when no results are forecasted

- Isolate internal worth from external results

Each of these reduces anxiety and gets the personal machine running much cleaner. I’ll be practicing these daily. With any luck, soon you won’t have to put up with any more complaints about wasting time. I’ll have to start looking for new things to whine about to keep interest up.

Saturday Stuff: Chile, Time, and the Internet

May 21 every year is literally designated Protest Everything You Hate About Chile day. I’m not kidding. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that the biggest difference between Chile and say, Peru, is that attitude that pulses through the entire country. From my experience, Peruvians are awefully proud to be Peruvian. They will make sure you know that fact at every opportunity, and you’d better not contradict them. Especially in the poor areas in the south where I was, the country sometimes feels like it marches to the beat of it’s fists pounding it’s own chest. Chileans, in stark contrast, are quiet and dismissive and will take the opportunity to tell you why Chile sucks. They’re sarcastic, more cynical than is healthy, and generally much more my style. You can really taste the difference by spending any amount of time in both countries.

In any case, the police aren’t taking any crap today, so I’m stuck here for a bit. This post is a partial follow-up on the Wednesday Afternoon Rant, plus some other stuff going through my head and an excuse to catch up on picture posting.

Fact of the Day #1: In a recent informal but highly scientific poll, 8/9 other gringos in ISA agree with me in strongly wanting to go back to normal college life instead of continuing here, given the option.

My housemate Blake was the only exception, taking a very carefree stance. The most commonly cited reasons? 1. UAI is high school, and 2. I’m wasting a whole lot of time. The typical expat complaint list (miss your friends, your family, sick of spanish, etc.) consistently gets beat out by those two.

Conclusion #1: I’m not crazy.

Everything has been happening in reverse here in Chile with this group. From the outset, ISA tries to warn you about pity parties that gringos like to throw in the first few weeks where they just sit around and complain about the new culture and wish they were home rather than integrating as best as possible. For the first three months, almost none of that happened. Now all of the sudden, people are sick of the place. It’s not your typical definition of reverse culture shock, but it’s happening.

In response, we’re trying to be proactive about it. I started two new facebook groups – gringo eats! and Kick the Bucket (dammit). I should have done this a long time ago. gringo eats! is a place to organize restaurant trips and asados; Kick the Bucket (dammit) is an open ended bucket list of easy-but-very-worth-it things to do before leaving. I created a bucket list for myself before, but aimed a little too high (things like ‘go to cuba’ got stuck on there after a friend found the airline mistake fare of US$289 round trip santiago-havana. unfortunately, we never made it).

I also scored a gig along with a few other gringos as a general contributer to the English tourist site Eye on Vina. The founder moved on and left the site in control of a Colorado girl named Kayla, and she desperately needs help with it all. One of my friends does similar work with other, larger media outlets in print and online, and it looks like fun to me. I know I can write well enough to do it when I try. The website is flat broke (part of my job, along with Blake, is to run effective marketing on zero budget) so instead of getting paid, she promised a glowing recommendation. If I can use that to leg-up to a paying outlet later on, that would be beyond prime.

I wish this had all happened a little earlier, but so be it. I have a final note on wasting time that is going to wander a bit, but I need to write this down.

Fact of the Day #2: A recent informal but highly scientific study found that 91.61% of my time-killing activity takes place on my laptop. Of that, approximately 42.77% is spent playing FreeCell, Hearts or Tetris while listening to music; the remaining 57.23% is spent surfing news outlets (ESPN, various political sites, AlJazeera) or blogs (too many to list).

Fact of the Day #3: A recent informal but highly scientific study found that playing FreeCell, Hearts or Tetris for more than about 20 minutes a day is patently ridiculous, and spending more than 15 seconds per week on news outlets or blogs makes you angry and depressed.

Why? Because politics flat out sucks. Because industrialized food is poisoning you in more ways than you can count. Because misplaced corporate interests rule the world. Because dictators, disease and despair kill people. Because regardless of what you think about specific topics (global warming, nuclear energy, etc), there’s no doubt that our world craps on the planet on a daily basis in ways we all agree on (like dumping PCBs into rivers, burning rainforests or whatever else happens to be happening all the time). Because it just seems like the challenges are too big and too deep for us to solve.

But mostly, because there’s basically nothing I can do about it all.

I don’t like my solution, but it’s the only solution I’ve got right now.

Conclusion #2: Ignorance is bliss, or at very least, ignorance is better than prozac.

I’m turning it all off. Unplugging. Shutting down. For the sake of my happiness and sanity. For the sake of not letting ‘angry republican’ or ‘guilty liberal’ consume any more of my personality (I get both sometimes). I’m checking my email, my facebook, Matador Network and ESPN. When there’s more time to kill, I’ll start chugging through my Lord of the Rings books in Spanish and actually learn something. Or go for a run, or try to find a quiet spot in this house to meditate for a bit. If something important enough happens, I’ll find out about it somehow.

Comments? Do you have a better solution? How long do you think I'll last?

Finally, some (really old) picture zen for today, from my trip to the north back in March

A: Bizarre desert-worn quartz formations

B: the strikingly beautiful Valley of the Moon

C: I actually had a long layover in Japan on my way up

D: What's up dude? gotta love the Andes

E: Putre, one of my favorite towns in Chile. Good to be back on the altiplano

Campfire Stories!

Who doesn’t like a good campfire story? Back to travelling = back to storytelling. Pull up a stump and roast a marshmallow or two with me. This is a long one, but a good one.

High on the Chile Bucket List is ‘visit at least 3 more national parks’ for obvious reasons; this country is brimming with diverse and incredible landscapes (soon to be significantly less incredible if HidroAysen goes through, but that’s another story). So I picked a nearby spot, called a few people and organized a camping weekend.

We were leaving Friday morning. Thursday night at 10 pm, I get a call from my camping people – they had picked an entirely new spot and tripled the size of the group. So much for planning.

Regardless, I head to the bus stop bright and early at 8 am, like everybody agreed to, only to find zero out of the other six gringos. I had already bought my ticket, so I hopped on the bus and crossed my fingers that everybody would show up in Santiago. My phone had just ran out of minutes entirely, so I had no way to communicate with the others. Can you guess the theme of this trip yet?

Luckily, everybody met up eventually at the metro stop. We had to cross the entire city, right at morning rush hour, with a bunch of camping gear on the metro. The other Friday morning commuters weren’t the happiest looking Chileans I’d seen, but so be it.

On the flip side, we needed to stock up on food before heading out. Remembering the theme for the weekend, we broke up into three groups to buy food. Thus, we ended up with nearly three times what we needed, including… over 2.5 pounds of liquid caramel, nearly 5 pounds of sliced turkey, 4 pounds of rolled oats for oatmeal, plus many others (all to feed 7 people for 3 days… except after purchasing and leaving, one girl decided it was a good time to share the fact that she had already brought all the food she needed from home).

We leave Santiago by taking over a minibus headed for the hills. Most people are a little unhappy about the excess of food, so we shared two party bags of chips and a roll of cookies with the rest of the bus. We missed the next connection in podonk rural Chile, and would have had to wait over two hours for a shot at the next, so we paid off some locals to drive us up to our first site.

We posted up right next to a beautiful, deliciously cold glacial stream and went for a DIY hike up a nearby mountain. Later on, we set up camp. I brought a four person tent from home. We opened it, only to find that the tent had no poles. So four of us slept right outside on a tarp with no pads and no pillows. Hey, at least I had some sleep saved up from class last week.

The next day we intended to head a little further up the valley near a national park. We had no way of getting there, so we broke up into groups and tried to look friendly on the side of the road. Bret and I went first and hitched a ride in the back of a pickup. We got to the town, waited right alongside the road for a few hours and fished. On my first toss, I caught something huge that fought for nearly 15 minutes before snapping the line. After sitting around for another couple of hours, it was beginning to get dark and we were losing hope that the others would make it.

There was a small campsite in this town, so we pitched a tent. Nobody was at the office/shack. Later, somebody came and yelled at us for pitching a tent, and we had a little argument. Then, this guy changed his mind about us and invited us to take a walk. He showed us this little two bed A-frame hut that he owned and invited us to stay there. We couldn’t refuse.

We cooked some dinner and offered some to our host. He ate a little, and we made some small talk. He was an old dude, but a profilic mountaineer back in the day. He had every major peak in South America and Europe under his belt. He described how the bond between mountaineers was stronger than any other human relationship. Since his climbing days were over, nothing really matched up, so he lived alone with a crippled dog he called Pito (Spanish slang for marijuana).

Out of nowhere, he turned the conversation into a heavy spiritual discussion. He had once lived in the Vatican as a priest, then completely changed his views and now does the whole New Age spirituality thing head-on. We went to bed with our heads spinning in circles.

The next day, we tried to track down the others. There wasn’t much we could do unfortunately as the whole area had no cell coverage (as well as no internet or even electricity – just 60 miles outside of an enormous metropolis). Having no luck, we decided we might as well make something of the day and launched right into the national park.

It wasn’t a big park by any means, but it had all the essentials. A gorgeous valley with springs and rivers, wild horses and condors, capped off by an impressive mountain and glaciar system at the far end. The hike was about 10 miles round trip, rising about 2500 feet. The glaciars were accessible despite a very weak warning sign, so we headed up to check it out.

The front end of the glaciar was flat-out wild. The top of the ice was covered in rock and dirt, so it looked like ground except for the gaping entrance to an icy cave. It was everything you could want from an ice cave; crystalline icicles, layered wavy blue walls, a dripping stream and a ferocious echo. It actually went all the way through – it ended with an opening to the top of the glaciar. Constant falling rocks, slippery conditions and melting ice made it one of the most beautiful but naturally dangerous places I’d ever been.

We still hadn’t heard from or seen our friends by the next day, so we assumed they had turned back. We took the opportunity to outdo ourselves with an even more incredible hike. 17 miles through a different valley, vertical climb of about 4000 feet and featuring dinosaur bones, more towering Andes and a Hindu colorful-flag-mountain-shrine among other attractions. It was too long of a hike to complete before dark, but the moon was full and what was stunning by day was surreal by night.

The final day, we went fossil hunting. We both found a couple of old mollusks in the valley. I was working on a bit of a theory – the higher up the valley, the better the fossil hunting would go. I ended up giving up looking for fossils; eventually I just wanted to summit that dang mountainside and get a good look at the whole range. The climb was tough and getting tougher, but I was literally less than 100 feet from the summit… before finally giving in to that nagging little voice that says ‘hey you – don’t die!’ I gave up.

I stopped ascending, but quickly realized how big of trouble I had already gotten myself into. I was climbing a crowned ridge about 10 feet wide packed with crumbly, loose material everywhere and a brutal drop on either side. I panicked, talked some sense into myself, and slowly wriggled down like an inchworm. It took me a half hour to go about 50 feet, but I just kept going. Once finally off the ridge, I crabwalked it down the entire mountain face to try to avoid causing a rockslide. The two crazy dogs who followed me had just as much trouble. It was the most danger I’ve ever been in. Notice all the superlatives from this weekend? With the ice cave from the day before, that climb became yet another data point in the ‘in adventurous situations I am a serious danger to myself’ theory, which has by now more than enough data to be statistically significant. See also ‘spelunking in valley of the moon’ earlier this spring, among many others.

Its worth putting in a word about this town as well. Picture a classic Puritan settlement during fall in a temperate forest around the 1700s. That image should include farm animals, tall trees with piles of leaves blowing around, a small stone church on the top of a hill, plenty of cabins with smoke coming out of the chimney, stone walls here and there, etc. That place is our town – Banos Morales, Chile. Comically rustic and beautiful.

After finally getting off the mountain and meeting up with Bret, it was time to head out. We hitched a ride on a mining truck and slowly made it back to Valpo. With cell phone reception, it was time to place a few phone calls. Here’s what happened on the second day: Group number 2 hitched a ride with some clown who was convinced that Banos Morales was two hours north, not a half hour east. They ended up camping out around there before heading back. Group 3 actually made it to the real Banos Morales and incredibly slipped by us for two whole days, despite our search efforts and a local gringo alert we put out. We just missed them on the way in, in the national park, and then again on the way out. In such a tiny town, that was nearly impossible.

So that’s that. Going on the trip meant missing a little class including a quiz, but I think I had my priorities straight. I’ll still pass the class, and in exchange I got an bizarre and unbelievable weekend, a good story or two and some lessons on how not to plan a camping trip. With any luck, national parks numbers 2 and 3 to be crossed off will further the story…

Dude, your marshmallow is on fire.

First row: El Morado National Park, the end of the ice cave, Banos Morales and nearby mountain

Second row: Moon over a volcano, the only picture i managed to get on mount doom before descending

New Crap

Well I suppose its way past time I post something up here again, maybe I can scare the cockroaches away and get this blog back to life. I expected to take a little time off; I felt like LWT was getting old, and anyways I was running out of things to say. I never intended to take this long, but I would try to write something interesting and come up empty time and time again. But, happily, that's officially over. I wrote quite a bit on disparate topics, so I'll post it in pieces rather than one long bomb. So here goes part 1.

Life, and UAI's New Castle in the Sky

Well, well.

It’s another beautiful Sunday here in Vina, clear skies, mid-70s and a light breeze coming off the bay. Before the break, word got out around the house that I kept a blog (at one point, that is), so Blake and Cata (fluent in English after spending two high school years in kiwiland) read my Wednesday Afternoon Rant. The response, basically, is that I need to chillll out. Right on, people. So, in my view, I wimped out and life has become a little better. I lifted my expectations considerably. If waste way too much time, only end up getting to know a couple of Chileans, and get out with a functional level of Chilean Spanish, so be it. I made a couple of really good American friends, spent time on the Pacific, grilled steaks on rooftops, practiced karate, travelled to a number of chill destinations, wandered through otherworldly landscapes, and had plenty of experiences I could never have had at home. Really, what’s to complain about? I apologize for being obnoxious.

Also, as if in response to my complaints about UAI, the management decided over the weekend that they’d had enough of being stuck in residential Vina and moved campuses. It basically means I have to get up an hour earlier than normal, but at least the university is growing up (a little bit). The new gig is an absolute castle in the sky. It’s located on the very top of the tallest hill in Vina, which is quite a ways up, overlooking the whole city and bay area. The complex is shockingly futuristic in appearance, playing right into UAI’s image self-consciousness. There are four main buildings, made of minimalist white concrete, glass, and black steel. Each is connected by a small web of skyways and overhangs, surrounded by forest and a single gravel road entrance. Almost all of the parking is underground, built into the hillside. The inside of the building complex is even stranger. There’s absolutely no regularity in the floor plans; every little cluster of rooms is different than the ones above it and next to it. There’s also the numbering system; I was on the third floor, went up two sets of stairs, and was still on the third floor. What? To top it off, there’s exactly one normal staircase in the entire place. The rest? A series of eerily Hogwarts-like, criss-crossing, sloped walkways that go off in all directions and all angles. In all, it’s far and away the most bizarre campus I’ve ever seen. Later this week I’ll bring my camera so you can see for yourself.

At least it feels marginally more like an actual campus, being connected and separated from the rest of town. They extended library closing time from 8 until 10 pm (ooh! look at all the students pulling 1/4-nighters!) . We also get buses that run every 45 minutes or so. Depending on the time of day there are three different routes, which all end up within five blocks of each other. I think they were pretty proud of all the developments, which is why they rushed us into the new campus in the middle of the semester (some buildings aren’t even done yet). I’m proud of them too. I think UAI just passed third grade as a university. The curriculum going forward includes getting a computer lab, getting classroom labs, building a gymnasium, creating a mascot, writing a fight song and starting a sports team or two, organizing the online systems mess, offering extracurriculars like music, paving that gravel road, and most importantly creating a student housing community. I know, I’m picky. Progress is progress; I’ll take what I can get.

... more crap to come, after the break

Wednesday Afternoon Rant

*Note - this a rant. Please feel free to ignore it.

I do not like studying abroad.

In all seriousness, I really don’t like it. Don’t get me wrong – I love being abroad. But I hate studying here. University life is so much different here, and in my opinion not in a good way. And that’s exactly it – university life. Back home, university is a way of life. It’s an all-inclusive, distinct way of life from all other people, employees, secondary school students, retirees, stay at home parents, everybody. It’s a way of life that I really like. It’s working hard, playing hard, and living in a community with a bunch of other people in the same mode as you. I think I do more and get more out of every day during the normal school year than any other time, and that’s cool. Shift life up a few gears.

It’s not the same here. University is a place to go to class and basically nothing more. It’s exceedingly rare for people to move far from home to go to college. Almost everybody lives at home or just nearby, and there is no such thing as campus housing. There are no large university functions or events, no sports, no plays or art, or anything else that makes student life so worth it back home. People go to college with all their friends. University here really is just 13^th grade, minus the penguin uniforms.

It makes it all the more difficult for us fools to get engaged in the university. Nobody is new here, except us, and I can’t go to a hockey game or culture night or join student groups to get involved. Maybe I’m just frustrated and getting kind of cynical towards the whole thing. Maybe I’m just in a bad mood because my alarm didn’t go off and I missed class today, which only runs once per week (all classes are only held once per week, for two and a half hours). And since we don’t have textbooks or online material and since I don’t know anybody in the class, since it’s just lecture, I can’t catch up. Or, maybe I’m just stressed out because I have entirely way too much free time and nothing good to do with it. Yeah, that’s definitely it.

I can’t imagine what it must be like for a Chilean student to study abroad in the US. It would absolutely blow you away. First off, you’re not living anywhere near your family anymore. That just doesn’t happen here. People live with their moms and dads until their 30’s. 30-something years old! What were you doing when you were 30? When I told my host family that most American kids are dying to leave the house when they turn 18 (and don’t usually come home), they couldn’t believe it. And when people do finally get married and move out, they don’t ever move far. My neighborhood consists of my family. In some ways, that’s cool. We have family barbecues on the weekends, and people are always over visiting. Plus, when 16 year old girls have kids (I know several of them), the poor kids aren’t totally hosed over. But in some ways, that all really sucks. My February month Culture and Conversation teacher (Chilean to the bone) summed it up: ‘People really never leave here. They get married, their parents die, and then they inherit the house. That’s their life.’ Family goes even further than that though. Family are your friends, family are your colleagues, family are your partners. When you meet somebody and say ‘hi my name’s pat’, they ask, ‘well pat who?’ What do you care? Call me pat! They also like to ask what school you go to – public or private – and other crap to size up your status in society. Your family and your birth can be an anchor tied to your leg. Seriously, I never thought I could feel so flippin’ hardcore American.

I suppose this is why you study abroad in the first place, right? To get soaked in a different juice for a while. To get frustrated with the new culture, or with your own American-ness, or both at the same time. To feel excluded, like a true outsider, where the old rules don’t apply anymore. There’s a difference between travelling here and being here. If I’m travelling and I don’t like a place, I move on. I can be selective about what parts of the culture I choose to experience. No wonder it’s so much fun. You can skim the cream and eat that up all day long. Instead, I’m here, whole enchilada, and I have to find a way to deal with that.

Is this some kind of late-arrival culture shock? I don’t know. Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. But when I wake up tomorrow, when I get up for class, I’ll still realize the same facts of life right now – I have one true Chilean friend (and it was a gimme – set up through the study abroad program), I know nobody in my classes, the people calling me to go hang out will call in English, and basically I’m doing a pretty miserable job of studying abroad and I don’t know how to fix that.

Yet it’s still fun more often than not. How often do you get to have nighttime rooftop grill-outs, looking over the ocean and having the best 3 dollar steak and 2 dollar wine you’ve ever tasted? How often do you get to go out on a Monday, because you have no class Tuesday and nothing to do regardless? How often do you have a grand total of 30 minutes of homework per week? Since when did the beach become a part of every single day? Really, this is all a glorified, 6 month extended spring break. And it’s fun. I just wonder whether there’s supposed to be more to it than that. What should my priorities be? Should I try to just relax and enjoy as much as possible, for 6 straight months? I’m not actually sure I’m capable of doing that. Or should I try as hard as possible to integrate, change myself, and learn? If I threw everything out the window, really put myself out there, tried to become as comfortable as possible with being extremely uncomfortable, would that work? What exactly would that look like? Would it be worth it?

I nailed the trip to Argentina on the head. I got about as much out of that trip as I possibly could have, without knowing beforehand what exactly that was supposed to be. Well, here’s Chile, and once again I don’t know what’s supposed to happen here. I just hope when it’s said and done, I can say the same thing once again.

The Leroy Weekend Times - March 19

Afternoon Wake-Up Call

I was sitting down for lunch today, chatting and watching The Physics of Spiderman on the History channel and wondering what to write about for LWT this week. I figured I was running out of ideas on my usual topics of big-picture culture, economics and the like, and also wondering if that was getting a bit old for our readers. But as I was finishing an empanada, I heard a fighter jet in the air. The noise got louder and louder and I poked my head out the front door to take a look. All of the sudden this jet makes a terrific streak directly overhead, no more than 150 meters up, at full blast. The whole neighborhood shook with the unbelievable sheer force of the noise. I dropped to my knees reactively and jammed my fingers further into my ears than they’ve ever been before. Car alarms blared, animals went nuts, and some glass broke. I’ve seen military flyovers at Michigan football games before, but nothing ever compared to that.

For a split second, I panicked. This is a country instinctively distrustful of their government, who within the past couple decades saw their air force annihilate the capital building and install a long sitting, sometimes brutal dictator in Pinochet. Search ‘ultimas palabras de Salvador Allende’ on Youtube for a chilling sense of the golpe militar on September 11, 1973. The socialist president made one last radio broadcast from the basement of La Moneda (Chilean White House) while fighters bombed the government overhead, before taking his own life immediately following the recording. The country would suffer through single party rule, torture and citizens disappearing in the middle of the night until the late 1980s when Pinochet miraculously stepped down and the democratic constitution was adopted. The decision to relinquish power was heavily influenced by the fall of the Berlin Wall and the ultimate failure of communism in the USSR amongst other regional factors.

In the US, a military takeover would be unconscionable. We’ve had a stable democracy for over two hundred years running, a firmly citizen controlled military, and very little political violence throughout. American citizens may doubt, distrust or discredit the government, but not in the same way as people do here. Chile is working on barely 20 years of continued democracy and is no exception on a continent sometimes known for political instability. Students my age sitting right next to me in class were born under a dictator! My parents at home might remember Nixon’s resignation, but my parents here remember listening to Allende’s last words and 15 years of Pinochet’s reign. Chew on that for a second.

In the end, the jet circled around and flew off without further incident. Nobody was sure why they decided to put on such a flyover; it was no holiday or celebration, tradition or the like. Maybe it was an ill-conceived attempt at entertainment, or maybe just a show of force. The armada floating outside the city is plenty enough in that case, thank you very much. Regardless, it succeeded in bringing history to life for me, if only for a moment. Next time though, can we find a way that doesn’t leave me bleeding from the ears?

In Brief

Like they always say, when in Chile… practice Japanese martial arts. I joined karate classes for the heck of it, and it turns out I’m the only one! I’m getting private lessons four hours a week from two guys who really know what they’re doing, for the price of a class that normally has 25 students (like in their other dojo, off in Valpo). The style that they teach is the oldest in the books and very welcoming, in the sense that they consider the entire network to be a family. While some karate sensei are more rigid than I-beams and beat the snot out of their students, these guys encourage questions, fun, and invited me to sushi. Being tall, fairly athletic and having practiced reactionary sports all my life (goalie, keeper, catcher), this is something I could get pretty good at, especially if this 2 teachers to 1 student private lesson deal keeps up.

Speaking of Japan…

Yikes. Just yikes. Down here we’re still getting daily aftershocks, and the whole of Vina/Valpo coast area was evacuated for a period last week due to tsunami threats.

Speak Chilean – Words of the Week

Cachai (k-etch-eye): [unkown?], Chilean for ‘get it?’ or ‘understand?’. Always put at the end of a sentence. Blah blah blah... cachai? Kind of like the British ending their sentences with ‘… yea?’

Cueca (quake-a): [noun], the traditional dance of Chile. Kinda goofy looking dance involving moving lines of dancers in traditional country dress doing a move like fake horse-riding a la Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

The Leroy... Tuesday Times - March 15

The editors apologize for the spotty presence of this column recently as a result of travel. We had no Internet access in Pucon over the weekend.

Causes of Prosperity

I enrolled in a class called Introduction to Business Workshop as one of six options that I could choose between after trying them out for a week. The first day of that class was something else. This old fat professor with suspenders and thick glasses and a handlebar mustache waddles in after we had all sat down, drones in a monotone voice “This is Introduction to Business Workshop. If you are not in this class, please step out now.” He waits a minute (nobody leaves) and then proceeds to take an impressive leap on top of his desk and starts yelling and waving his hands “Welcome to business at UAI, fools! Time to throw out all your private prep-school bullcrap, and all your parent’s money, cause none of you are ready for this class! You have homework. You must go to Puerto Baron, tomorrow. Do you actually have to go to Puerto Baron?” class; “yes.” “DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO GO TO PUERTO BARON??” class; “Yes!” “You! In the back! MUST YOU GO TO PUERTO BARON?!” dude; “YES PROFESSOR!” prof; “WHAT?!” And so it went.

Finally we moved on to the lecture. The opening slide had a quote; “The underlying moral causes of prosperity have long been known”. The prof started pointing out students and asking what exactly that meant. One kid finally nailed it – prosperity in society comes not from resources or technology or power and might but in the morals of its citizens. I’ve never heard that before, but it began to make sense. If all people were honest, there would be no need for police and security. If all people were generous, there would be almost no need for government. If people could control anger, there would be no need for military. All of that money could be spent on other things, like lifting the poor out of poverty. Although all of that is extremely idealistic, it holds true that the more moral societies in the world simply do better. The US became what it is because the government gave power and trust to the people, and in turn the people worked harder than anyone else in the world, together, to build the country. Iraq became what it is because the government can just sit back and pump oil, and it didn’t matter if it abused its citizens or created an intolerant society.

Today, the prof pointed out that the Chinese and Indians work harder and save more than anyone else. In contrast, he continued, Chile and most of South America is full of crime and dishonesty and the US is becoming a lazy nation that is better at complaining, blaming and spending rather than working and saving. China is vulnerable to censorship, paranoia, and corruption, but for now its work ethic is pulling through. India, he said, is a better investment until China fixes those things. It has the potential to be a kind of Soviet-like ‘seeds of its own demise’ situation, if reform isn’t eased in over the next few decades.

This was all echoed in The World is Flat, which I wrote about a few weeks ago. Look briefly at three cases presented in the book. First, Taiwan, a tiny island with virtually no resources, yet manages to be a financial and industrial horse because of its people and superior governance. Compare that with most European nations, blessed with beautiful land and resources, who struggle because their extraordinary work laws promote laziness and do not reward innovation. Germany, for example, was rated one of the worst countries in the entire world to do business in because it is nearly impossible to fire a worker and even harder to start a new business. The Germans complained and contested when the study was published. Finally, look at any number of dictatorships and you’ll generally see that they are propped up by hogging resources. Hosni Mubarak is estimated to be one of the wealthiest men alive; Ben Ali and colonel Gaddafi aren’t far behind. Yet when the resources run out, the society has a chance to open up to become prosperous and moral (kind of ironic really).

The professor’s point was that good business is moral business. Point well taken. Suppose I should scoot over to Puerto Baron now, eh?

Classes – Final Listing

Finance 1

Industrial Organization

Business Leadership

Marketing and Trends in Latin America (English)

Intro to Business Workshop didn’t make the cut – it might have been interesting, but also intimidating as heck for a clueless and wimpy gringo. The other cut was Intro Accounting. Oddly enough, the intro classes I should be taking ended up being far and away the hardest, as in, probably would have failed both. The language of Industrial Organization and Finance 1 isn’t Spanish but mathematics – that, I understand. Never seen partial differential functions or Lagrange multipliers applied to markets and consumers, but hey, there’s a first time for everything. I’ll also have outside help in both.

Donde la Pili

I have to take a minute here to sing some praises about my host mom whom everybody calls Pili (her real name is Liliana). She has a remarkable ability to deal with a lot of work and a lot of people all at once with basically no breaks, no vacations. Here is her average weekday:

5:30 – Wake up, prepare and set breakfast for 12

6:15 – Start the laundry, equivalent to a full hamper every day

6:45 – Wake Tomas up and get him ready for school

7:15 – Start cooking for the bakery/cafe she runs. This means a whole platter of empanadas, a daily lunch special, cupcakes, pancakes, alfajores, desserts and sometimes catering orders as well

10:30 – Open the bakery, continue cooking

12:00 – Husband Hernan takes over at the bakery. Pili prepares lunch for 10 of us

2:30 – Finish laundry, yell at me for washing my dishes, begin washing everybody’s dishes from the day

3:30 – Cleaning time

5:00 – Prepare dinner and onces for the house

6:30 – Family and friends living nearby invite themselves in for onces and tea

8:00 – Clean up kitchen and table. Begin cleaning bakery

9:00 – Bakery closes

9:30 – Grocery shopping and planning for tomorrow

Rinse and repeat, weekends too. Everybody feels a bit lazy and antisocial compared to Pili, master of her domain.

Speak Chilean - Words of the Week

Completo (comb-play-toe): noun, the national dish of Chile. A footlong hot dog topped with avocado, melted cheese, tomatoes, and a heavy dose of mayonnaise.

Po (poe): [unknown part of speech], the word has little or no meaning whatsoever, yet is put into almost every spoken sentence. Shortened version of the word pues, which means 'well' when used as a temporizer, except po is clearly not a temporizer as it is often put at the end of a sentence. Most frequently used in responses to a question.

Traveler's Map

I've been meaning to do this for a while now - during Argentina I compiled a list of where everyone I would meet was originally from. Here, finally, is the map.