Betsy Devine: Funny ha-ha and/or funny peculiar

Nanzen-ji mosses

Originally uploaded by betsythedevine.

Just last week, in southern Chile, we visited a Patagonian national park that celebrated different kinds of moss and bryophyte as “Chile’s miniature forests.”

Here in Kyoto, Japan, different kinds of moss are displayed as artistic resources whose uses have been known to garden designers for centuries.

Art?

Science?

Just plain moss?

You decide…

御御籤 Fortune strips

Originally uploaded by Chica_Chubb.

After waiting in line behind two little Japanese girls and several grown-ups, I shook my fortune stick out of a wooden box today in Kyoto, at Fushimi Inari Taisha, a beautiful temple devoted to Inari spirits.

The number on my stick was “32”–not that I could read it, because the number was written in Japanese. With the help of Kyoto physicist Taichiro Kugo, I got the relevant printed fortune, which turned out to predict “Great, great fortune”! If I am sick (I’m not) then I will get well. If I want to build a house, it’s a good time to start. If I have a dream, that dream will come true. And if I want to go on a journey, it will turn out well. With so much good fortune, I think it must be shared by Frank and me and Taichiro, all three of us!

Not all of the fortune numbers promise good fortunes. Some predict bad ones. But if you get a bad fortune, you can fold the paper up narrowly lengthwise and tie it onto a tree branch or a long string–then the fortune no longer applies to you. If, on the other hand, your fortune is good, then you make it come true by…folding the paper up narrowly lengthwise and tying onto some landmark the very same way.

So I folded my paper and tied it up with great pleasure, remembering the story of Niels Bohr’s office, where he kept an old horseshoe on display. One secular visitor challenged him–“Surely you don’t believe the superstition that a horseshoe will bring you good luck!”

“Of course I don’t believe it,” said Bohr. “But they say it will bring you good luck, not just if you believe it but also if you don’t.”

Update–and here’s photographic evidence…

Kyoto jetlag

Originally uploaded by betsythedevine.

What it feels like…

Kyoto Tower 2.JPG

Originally uploaded by Godzilla from Phila.

That is, the clocks in Kyoto say 10:30 p.m.

The clocks in Boston say 8:30 a.m.

My common sense says it’s time to sleep because tomorrow will be a busy day.

But everything is so interesting and so new!

The vending machines in the airport were all different, the sushi arrived on a tiny conveyor belt, the hotel “bell boy” was a young woman in a chic top hat. Guest services include not just massages and messages but something called “takkyu-bin” that provides paper bags for your packages.

It’s going to be so hard to wait for the sunrise!

Cambridge cab

Originally uploaded by leonzerider.

… because 24 hours is plenty of time to do all the laundry and email and family lunchtime while simultaneously re-packing from Chile/Antarctica to Kyoto, Japan.

Sleep is something we plan to do in the airplane!

Frank and Betsyin our Aquiles lifejackets

Originally uploaded by betsythedevine.

Here we are, ready to leave our Chilean battlecruiser in a small wooden boat for a closeup of some Patagonian glaciers. En route, we bumped into and crunched over many tiny icebergs but didn’t tip over.

Still, these lifejackets were of great use as extra raincoats.

Lots of adventures on our battleship voyage up and down to Tierra del Fuego, but no Internet access. We saw blue glaciers up close, touched a blue iceberg, met glaciologists, learned how to date ice cores, and slept for four nights in narrow Navy-ship bunk beds.

Now we’re in Miami airport, on our way home. More photos on Flickr!

productos de campo

Originally uploaded by turkein.

…looks a lot bigger than I remember it in 2001.

In our hotel now–and the dinner plan is to take a boat from the hotel’s dock to Claudio Bunster’s party.

Did I mention that Valdivia has lots of water?

More coherent blogging after I get some sleep…

Roses are as good as chocolate…

Originally uploaded by betsythedevine.

… and beautiful, beautiful half-price, post-holiday roses were on sale today in Hallie’s Flower Garden.

And, most likely, at some flower shop near you!

Gentlemen, start your engines!

Whew–the presents and parties are over, the cooking (except for some cookies yet to come) a memory.

Merry post-Christmas, friends. This is the best of times, not the worst of times. Best because the exhausting hubbub is over. Everyone liked the presents we gave them (or at least claimed they did.) Whew. And I really liked getting presents myself!

What we want is to love and know we are loved and to imagine a world that lives up to the purity of that feeling.

Thus today’s Christmas editorial in the NYT. So undeniably true that it’s pretty generic.

A different article spoke to my Christmas spirit, about a once-rural church that no longer wants to be called Hog Mountain Baptist. “Hamilton Mill”, the name of a nearby suburb, sounds better to them.

Yes, I celebrate Christmas now with presents and parties and family and cooking and more talk of winter solstice than of religious solace. But in offering my chosen a la carte Christmas to family, in a sense I’m re-naming my childhood’s Hog Mountain as “Hamilton Mill.”

Another day, another happy iguana

Originally uploaded by betsythedevine.

… I’m just very busy thinking about Christmas.

Wishing you too a lovely solsticean holiday of your own choosing!