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21Aug/110

And in Tripoli…

It is difficult to appreciate, or perhaps even comprehend, the importance and meaning of the "Arab Spring" that seems to be rocking a huge chunk of the earth but remains a string of images, audio clips of explosions and chanting crowds, and dramatic articles for most of us here on the other side of the Atlantic.
Still, as Tripoli is pressured from both the inside and the outside by those looking for a new government, a new country, it is undeniable that things are changing. Questions abound, however, as do hopes that this "change" does not result in more of the same.
First in my mind, who exactly are these people marching on tripoli, and what kind of country do they want to create, or are they capable of creating?
Another unknown, what will the relationship between the "TNC" in Libya and the US and NATO emerge as, after what has been a rather strange military alliance against Ghadafi and his regime?

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19Aug/110

Ten Years, Three National Capitals

It dawns on me that when I finally depart Beijing, China in 2018 - assuming all plans take place as they have been laid out - I will have spent a consecutive ten years living in the capital cities of three different countries.

I moved to Washington, DC in 2008, then to Kingston, Jamaica two and a half years later. I will go back to DC for the good part of a year when I leave Kingston after two years, and then head to Beijing for a long, five year stint.

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14Aug/110

Country Driving

23Jul/110

Another North Coast Jaunt

James Bond Beach

 

26Jun/111

“Rich man in his castle, poor man at his gate”

Sitting at the bar in Usain Bolt's slick new sports bar, watching four sporting events at the same time and reading the news of the world, the luxury of remaining unaware of the oppressive heat of the island afternoon is not unappreciated. Switching to the local news, however, an article I read earlier highlighting the "Rich man in his castle, poor man at his gate" nature of this island gains clarity.
This country has one of the more segregated - along economic lines - societies I have ever been a part of. One hears of the growing economic divide in the united states, but it is hardly as out in the open and dramatic as it is here. Jamaica's coasts are dotted with opulent, all inclusive resorts, where tourists are entertained with water sports, alcohol, and a manufactured but convincing exotic world.
Outside the resorts and walled communities, however, along the crumbling roads crossing the country, most jamaicans seem to live in converted shipping containers or multi-family homes.
The roots of and possible solutions to the situation are much more than I will venture in this Sunday afternoon thought, but they are things that must be understood if so many are to have a shot at realizing the potential that is so obviously there.

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20Jun/110

Open Letter: From the Field

One in a series of introspective updates to my family and friends.

 

Life is strange, and it does strange things to us. It changes us (or,
more passively, we are changed by it...), even as it changes the world
around us, and the result seems to be that we are constantly preoccupied
with trying to figure out just what the hell is going on.

OK, so I exaggerate and romanticize, but only for
the innocent purpose of dramatic effect, and I couldn't think of how
else to begin an email after failing to write for a very long time.

I am currently riding down HW 95 in one of the many Washington - New
York commuter buses, on my way to D.C. after a wonderful weekend in
that intoxicating city, eating spectacular food and catching up with
friends I have not seen for far, far too long. After about ten months
in Kingston, Jamaica I am repatriated for the first time (the
involuntary trip last December to the hospital does not count) for a
week-long visit. I hope to fly back to the Caribbean and my pet fish
Alphonso this Sunday with a surplus of sleep, a palette tingling with
flavors other than jerk chicken, many deep conversations to ponder
over, and some name brand underwear and vitamins that would cost a
fortune in Jamaica, if I could even find them.


It is difficult to pick any single story to relate after so many weeks
and months, when each day seems to offer the novel, the bizarre,
challenging, uplifting or depressing. But I can say that I am very
much enjoying myself, for the most part, finding fulfillment and
challenge in the work I do, in the relationships I nurture and
develop, in my ability to indulge in exploring the environs of the
island and the broader world. I don't read, write, or sleep as much as
I'd like, but when have I ever really? All in all I count myself among
the lucky and privileged of the world, when it comes down to it.

Novels, poems, and memoirs have been written about the life of an
expatriate, and for good reason, because it is impossible to sum it up
in any concise way, let alone a single email. It is always the first
and most challenging question I get, "how is life overseas," and I
never answer to my satisfaction. My book will probably be a mix of an
Anthony Bourdain travel-food book or tv show, "On The Road," "The Ugly
American," etc (I'm no good at citing literature, like I said I don't
read enough...).

This email/novel is getting a bit long already, so I will have to get in the habit of writing more often. Or, better perhaps, you should encourage me to write at www.tedmeinhover.com more frequently.

 

15May/110

Jamaica International Invitational

Jamaica National Stadium

Jamaica National Stadium

Track and Field is so big in Jamaica that politicians talk about it as a tourist-drawing goldpot that could lift the country out of its economic malaise. While that might fall on the top of the pile of other Jamaican politicians' big ideas, the fact of the matter is that Jamaica is the breeding ground of some of the fastest people in the world (currently the fastest, I do believe, in Bolt).

Last weekend was the seventh annual Jamaica International Invitational track and field meet, and event that has apparently gotten larger and larger each year. See the article from the Jamaica Observer, Stars shine! - Jeter, Sinclair, Walker cop world-leading times at JII

Green, gold and black, colors of Jamaica everywhere

 

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25Apr/110

Football in the Jungle

The concrete steps that were the seats of the Arnette Gardens football stadium had all day to absorb the direct Caribbean sunshine, and our butts paid the price as we sat down for a Sunday afternoon of Jamaican football.

 

Tivoli Vs Boystown, semifinals of the Flow Cup

A fascinating and surprising aspect of the afternoon was the halftime sexy dance contest (this video is intended for mature audiences). The notion of sexuality and modesty is much different from that of this shy Minnesota-raised lad who feels compelled to avert his eyes at the first hint of female exploitation.

 

 

Arnett Gardens Stadium

A friend lent me a Tivoli Gardens jersey (orange and white). Lucky for me, Tivoli went ahead to win the day.

 

The open and perfectly acceptable drug use in the bleachers was another aspect of this particular game that I was not entirely prepared for. I had no trouble relaxing, in any case, as the billows of smoke drifted about from every direction.

Even the snack vendors were pushing the stuff - "cigarettes, peanuts, high grade..."

"Peanuts, high grade"

"Peanuts, high grade"

 

24Apr/110

Easter in Jamaica

Driving north from Kingston, up Stony Hill Road, one encounters a church every hundred yards or so in some places - almost as frequently as one passes a shack sized pub blaring music and serving rum and warm Red Stripe. In Jamaica, where religion is one of many national obsessions, Easter is not a day but week long observance,and a journey past all these houses of worship is a trip through the whole range of singing,sights and smells that is Jamaican Christianity.

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13Apr/110

Permaculture and Rastas in the Jamaican hills

The EITS Cafe (pronounced Eats) is the latest addition to the venture that already included the Mount Edge Guesthouse and the Food Basket Jamaica. The organic farm apparently grew out of the original guesthouse, and is becoming a bit of a mecca in the mountains overlooking Kingston for travelers, foodies, and environmentalists attracted by the organic lifestyle and the idea of a sustainable existence. It doesn't hurt that it is on a tropical Caribbean island, where a seen thrown in a hole has a good chance of quickly bearing fruit with very little encouragement.
The Cafe has, so far, only been open on the weekends, offering a custom menu each week based on whatever is available from the crops that week.