Ted Meinhover Tedericco

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.

 

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"

 

13Feb/110

Getting My Vitamin D

Hardly 45 minutes west of Kingston, past depressing urban sprawl, nostril burning slash and burn agriculture, and the quickly browning hillsides during this Jamaica's dry season, Fort Clarence Beach goes a long way toward adding balance to the noise and unpleasantness of the capital city.

23Jan/110

Circumnavigating: the Eastern bit

The eastern nub of Jamaica seems to reach past Haiti and Aruba, straight through the blue waters of the Caribbean Sea, as if it were trying to break through the Lower Antilles and escape to the vast Atlantic Ocean beyond. While firmly planted south of Cuba and west of Port Au Prince, however, this eastern side of Jamaica is nonetheless a beautiful and pleasantly unfrequented part of the island.

Saturday was a perfect opportunity to pile into someone's car and take a meandering voyage along the coast and through the mountains, from Kingston to Long Beach to Annotto Bay, and back over the Blue Mountains and Stony Hill.
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The sights and smells of the island, from the sugar cane plantations to the seemingly constantly grilling of Jerk chicken and lazy old Rastafarians smoking their spliffs, never leave the senses, and they certainly give the area a character of its own.

17Jan/110

Change your elevation, change your mood

Sunday, in Jamaica perhaps more than most places, is meant to be a day of leisure, rest and family. This week, Sunday was an opportunity to escape from the car horns and anxious crowds of chaotic Kingston and breathe the fresh air atop Strawberry Hill - if only for a couple of hours.

If life can be summed up by the totallity of our collected experiences, the afternoon excursion added a few especially relaxing moments to the long and not entirely memorable MLK Jr. weekend. While it may not have stood out at a life-altering experience, it was most definitely a reminder of the natural beauty of this island, of my appreciation for cold air, and it provided an opportunity to learn a little more about Christina, whose story is as interesting as anyone's. She reecently learned of her next assignment with USAID, and she is not overly excited about the year she is going to have to spend in Afghanistan.

25Jul/100

Boston, Mass.

13Jul/100

Obesity in Malaysia

Well, I certainly could have predicted this... Drench everything in coconut curry and coconut oil and top it off with durian and condensed milk and see what happens!

6Jul/100

4th of July in New York City

8Mar/100

The Great Midwest

The images of a rare trip home, lingering in my memory, haunting me with what could have been, what might be again, what is happening without me.  Were everyone be as fortunate as to have what I have, even if I am not there at the moment.
23Dec/090

Cooperative Business and Social Action: West Philly

West Philadelphia has seen a surge of community participation in the local economy, especially along the Baltimore Avenue corridor. This neighborhood is home to the Mariposa Food Cooperative, the Satellite Cafe, a community accupuncture cooperative, and other community owned and run busnisses.
Worker owned, many local products, focus on organic products

Worker owned, many local products, focus on organic products

Kale Smoothie at Satellite Coffee House. Envigorating, in a green sort of way.

Kale Smoothie at Satellite Coffee House. Envigorating, in a green sort of way.

you can tell a lot about a place by the walls of its bathroom

you can tell a lot about a place by the walls of its bathroom

Again, Bathroom of the Satellite Cafe/Coffeehouse

Again, Bathroom of the Satellite Cafe/Coffeehouse