sábado, 23 de marzo de 2013

Procrastinating Online

I am absolutely in LOVE with this song by Calle 13!!  Seriously, I've lost track of how many times I have played it since I first stumbled upon it.  Truely, I'm progressing with my Spanish and I am so glad that through learning such a beautiful and fun language, I have opened a door to understanding millions of people and their cultures.  Right now, I should be writing my 4-5 pg paper about Los Factores de la Cubanidad for my core class which focuses on Cuban history, people, and culture.  This song--even though it is sung by Puerto Ricans--has been my inspiration.  
I hope you enjoy the video! I really wish I could see it but my internet connection won't allow me to.  But I'm just glad that I have access to the internet--something most Cuban citizens do not.  Speaking with people (mostly the staff at the residency I am living in) has given me an idea of the type of coercion the Cuban government is using to keep its citizens from knowing about the rest of the world.  For example, there is the internet (the world wide web) and the intranet (government run communication for professionals and students).  Just because you can afford a computer (pretty expensive) doesn't mean you can afford to access the internet.  In case you don't believe me, here is a quotation from Wikipedia:

"The Internet in Cuba is characterized by a low number of connections, limited bandwidth, censorship, and high cost. Cuba has an Internet penetration of 1 to 3 percent; making it the lowest rate in Latin America and one of the lowest in the world.[1] The Internet in Cuba has stagnated since its introduction in the 1990s because of the U.S. embargo, lack of funding, and government interaction. The Cuban internet is also among the most tightly controlled in the world."

How I take things for granted....

FYI: Here is a link from Reporters Without Borders for more detail!
http://en.rsf.org/cuba-cuba-12-03-2012,42058.html

viernes, 22 de marzo de 2013

For Your Information!

Here is a New York Times article about the small but struggling to thrive Jewish community--mostly in Habana.  Its very fascinating and the next time I go to yoga at the Jewish community center, I'll ask more about it! I can definitely relate to what Ms. Marantz said.  There is something so cathartic about going back to the place where one was born.  You can let your past haunt you or you can question it, learn from it, and finally embrace it because for good or for bad, it will always be with you. ;)

http://travel.nytimes.com/2007/02/04/travel/04journeys.html?pagewanted=all

domingo, 17 de marzo de 2013

From Last Sunday but I'll post it now cus I can! Saving Some Daylight on Funday!



I am a wannabe morning person.  Before starting college, I hated waking up before 7am to get ready for school.  Seriously, being forced to attend classes in the early morning when one’s brain has barely even woken up is torture in my book.  But there is something about the mornings that I really do love and when I’ve had a good night’s sleep, it’s nice to get up early (7 am), do some yoga or stretching, and have a yummy breakfast.  
            This morning followed day lights saving.  I found out that Cubans also change their clocks from eavesdropping on a conversation in a Paledar (little restaurants attached to people’s homes) so I knew that if I set my alarm for 7:30, my body would technically be waking up at 6:30.  There’s something sick about getting up at 6:30 or earlier for fun on a weekend.  Seriously, who does that?  I tried.  Got up at 7:30, turned on the t.v. to check if my clock was right, and went back to sleep.  When I got up again, it was 9am which was just fine with me since the residency I’m living in serves breakfast from 7am-10am on Sundays.  On every other day, it runs from 7-9am.  Every morning, it’s a pretty standard meal: fried eggs, 2 slices of bread with butter, oranges, papaya slices (sometimes), ham (almost never eat it), orange juice, and oddly enough a processed and packaged mini cake.  Today there was a surprise fruit…dudada…PINAPPLE! I was unripe and a bit sour but it was still pineapple so I gobbled it up.  Enough about food already. 


            I had a pressing, difficult decision to make this particular Sunday morning.  The t.v. in my room has a surprising number of channels and streams a good chunk of them from U.S cable.  In addition to BBC <3, I get HBO (yay), a bunch of movie channels (mostly in Spanish), CNN (aka the celebrity obsessed, soft ball joke of journalism) and the Fox News channel (yuck)  All the movie channels are in Spanish but the news channels and HBO are in English.  Although I’m not much of a t.v watcher, I’m a news junkie and even though I’ve lost so much respect for CNN, I try my best to catch Farried Zakaria GPS every Sunday morning.  Seriously I love that show!
So what fascinating international news/political commentary did the brilliant Zakaria showcase on his program this Sunday?  Don’t ask me, I went to a yoga class instead.  A couple of friends told me that there was a yoga class every Sunday morning in our neighborhood so I was super excited to check it out.  In a stroke of genius, I brought my yoga mat with me on this trip in the hopes of finally getting serious about the only form of exercise I really enjoy.  The class is held in a Jewish community center, a gray and white, modern looking building decorated with Holocaust remembrance posters in the front lobby.  Fun fact: Cuba has a 1,000 or so strong Jewish population.  When I walked in, a tall, thin man wearing a white tee shirt and white gym pants was sitting at a table in the lobby.  I found out at the end of the end of the class that his name is Ricardo and he’s defiantly a candidate for the Nicest Person in the World award.  He had the biggest smile and in the first couple words I uttered, he was able to pinpoint that I was defiantly not from around here.  I nodded in affirmation that I was an American student after he listed the names of a couple of my friends from my residency who attended the class the previous week as he led me to the room where the class was being held.  In a large, open room with a wooden floor and a couple windows, about 30 people lay on the ground practicing breathing and meditation exercises.
 Looking around, I noticed a lot of grey haired, older people and a handful of super fit young adults.  Honestly, I wasn’t really expecting much since the first 5-10 or so minutes I was there was spent on lying down and breathing which although calming is not very strenuous exercise.  Just when I thought this would be a piece of cake, everything turned upside down.  Literally, we started doing what Tara Styles (the YouTube yoga guru I always work out with) calls “Crazy Ab Workouts” where you position your legs in a 90 degree angle upward and swing them downward and then upward so that they are over your head.  For about an hour or so, we did a lot of different stretches: standard downward dog (perro hacia abajo), cobra, child’s pose, etc.  It was a really great workout and I was shocked and super pumped to see so many old people moving like that.  Can’t wait to do yoga when I’m 107!  I’m definitely going back next Sunday but I’ll make sure that I’m able to catch Fareed Zakaria GPS at a later time. :p 
 Note: I went back today and I got to watch Fareed at 1pm! Hooray for CNN reruns.  Tangent: Except for Fareed and a couple other shows, CNN totally sucks! It is officially a gossip/celebrity watch channel.  Thank god for BBC. 





 The Jewish Center where the Sunday morning yoga class is held.  The class is a beginner/intermediate level and I'm really becoming more flexible and more focused because of yoga.  It is more than an exercise-its a lifestyle! :p











 Also check out some of this graffiti on nearby buildings.  Haban's architecture is very fascinating and is one of the first things that really stands out about the city.  I plan on writing more about it later but for now, here are a couple teasers.  It’s always awesome to come across random works of art especially such brilliantly beautiful pieces like these! FYI: the one with the old lady is that’s totally my future self at age 107.  Don't you wish your future self was as hot as me? ;) 

 


Super Awesome Week!

AAAYYYOOOOOO!  Sorry for not writing in like the longest time but I'm back so don't be mad. Aight?  Here's a post from last Sunday I meant to put up earlier during the week but I kept forgetting to take a picture of my breakfast...
This Sunday pretty much began like last Sunday.  Yay for yoga! I made a couple friends from my yoga class.  They are two women who happen to teach two of my favorite subjects: English and History!  I can't wait to learn more about Cuban history and to improve my Spanish while helping the English teacher expand her vocabulary.  Before I copy and past last week's post, I'll quickly give you a run down of the most interesting things did this week:

Jueves (Thursday)
A celebration for the closing of the university games at La Universidad de Habana was from 4-9pm but of course I ended up not going.  I did my own thing instead and went to go check out a concert at El Centro Vasco--this fancy shmancy hotel/bar/restaurant.  All by my lonesome, I tracked down the place where it was being held.  I arrived there around 8:45 and the flyer I had with me said that the concert was supposed to be at 9pm but of course it didn't actually start until like 10:30.  The wait was sooooo worth it.  Vale la pena completely!  This really sweet woman invited me to join her table so I did.  Little did I know that she was one of the lead singers of Sintesis, the band that was playing.  The music they make is a mixture of Jazz, AfroCuban music, and rock primarily.  I had so much fun dancing and speaking with a bunch of strangers and I will definitely be heading back there sometime soon!  Here's a link to more info about them: http://www.afrocubaweb.com/sintesis.htm
And some pics!

 The woman with the brighly colored skirt and the locs is the mother of the young woman wearing the gray tank top.  I spoke with Eme, the one wearing the gray tank top for a while in English.  She attended university to study music and has been singing and playing for her whole life.  I also spoke to her husband, a Spaniard for a good amount of time in Spanish.  He told me that I should tell people that I'm from Ghana (where I was born) instead of the US because that would be a lot more interesting.  I'll be doing that more often. 


Viernes (Friday)
I finished my first book in Spanish!! Yay for me! Its a novela titled Y si muero mañana by  Its about 160 pages and I had to read it in two sittings since I can't take any books out from the University of Habana's main library.  So I spent about 15-20 hours for the two days I went to the library.  But it was worth it.  I really enjoyed reading it and now I can take my quiz tomorrow without freaking out.  My Cuban Lit class is the only one of my four classes that is giving me trouble.  I don't have a full syllabus to work with and the professor isn't very helpful. :/ 






Sabado (Saturday)
I went to the national ballet thinking that I was going to see Don Quijote.  The performance wasn't Don Quijote but a series of about 5 smaller ballet performances and a longer piece (about 25 minutes) titled the Magic Flute about a young man who loves a young woman but her family won't accept their union because she is betrothed to a wealthy Marquis.  To get the girl, the young man meets Oberon, the forest god and receives a magic flute which forces people to dance when it's played.  Although there was no dialogue, the dancers moved so beautifully and communicated with their bodies.  It was so lovely! 



lunes, 11 de marzo de 2013

More About El Malecón

What it is:
" broad esplanade, roadway and seawall which stretches for 8 km along the coast in Havana, Cuba, from the mouth of Havana Harbor in Old Havana, along the north side of the Centro Habana neighborhood, ending in the Vedado neighborhood"--from Wikipedia


 Note: Bahia de la Habana = Bay of Havana
Some more pictures! Yay for visuals! :{O

 A car racing along El Malecón.
 
Usually, whenever I go to the sea wall, I walk straight down from the residency/hotel I'm currently living in.  The streets in Vedado, a large neighborhood inside Havana and my home for these months are listed in letters and numbers so its very easy to find one's way here.  On every street corner is a small stone sign that looks like an obelisk.  Engraved on theses baby obelisks are the letter and number of the street.  I'll take a picture of an example one day.   










Blue Skies and deep blue sea along El Malecón. 

Sometimes, the waves get rowdy and spill over the sea wall.  I've never seen any huge waves as of yet but this does happen when ever the ocean gets stormy.  

sábado, 9 de marzo de 2013

Getting to Know Me, like all about Me



If that poem didn't touch your soul, you're robot.  This is totally fine because there is nothing wrong with being a robot.  I don’t discriminate.  Heck, I have a lot of robot friends and sometimes I even feel like one too.  If you're in a denial phase, there's a great song by Marina and the Diamonds titled "I'm not a robot" that I believe you'll be able to relate to... wait you can’t. Anyways, imma talk about living in Cuba now since I'm pretty sure that's what you’re here to read about.  But before I do that, I’m going to list a couple things about myself so that we can get to know each other better.  

      1. My favorite color is blue—specifically baby blue because when I was a kid, I loved Justin Timberlake from N’SYNC and since that was his favorite color, I adopted it as mine. 
          
      2. I want to live to be 107—when I went to Ghana last summer, I met a woman who was 106.  I’m totally going to out live her.  

   3. I suck at salsa—there I said it.  Since I’m a girl (technically young woman but who’s counting years) it’s fine because salsa is a sexist dance where the man does all the leading.  

Ok.  Now that we know each other like intimate friends, I’ll provide you with some confidential secrets about the last Socialist stronghold/hidden world/leftist playground that is Cuba.  The first secret no one tells you before you arrive is that in many ways, Cuba is just like home.  People—just like people in NJ where I live or in Pittsburgh where I also live— play sports, hang out with friends, eat food (like all the time actually), stand in line for ice cream (Copellia!!!!) believe or don’t believe in God/Gods, dream about the future, listen to Adel (also a lot), like to dress their best, etc.  You know, basic human stuff that we all do from time to time.  The only differences I can really see between here and there is that here, they speak Spanish with a thick Cuban accent and also that a man by the name of Fidel Castro is here's most famous/infamous native son.  But we’ll learn more about that as time goes on! 

Haven’t convinced you yet?  Okie dokes…check out these picture and you’ll see for yourself!


I went running this morning.  And by running, I mean walking, skipping, crawling from point A to B since I'm no Olympic long distance runner. :/   Luckily for me, point B, El Malecón (the sea wall that stretches around the city of Havana) is only about a 10-15 minute walk  from the  residency I'm staying at for the next few months.  All along the Malecón, people hang out like the man in the picture is doing.  Its nice to relax there and to watch the ocean waves beat against the rock. :D
-Hasta luego roboto!





Yay! First Post ever!




If I wanted to, I could give you a bazillion reasons for why I hate blogs.  Well, ok.  Not necessarily hate.  I just find the idea of putting a blog together and updating it regularly somewhat tiresome.  But this may have more to do with the way I work and function than blogs themselves.  I’m the type of person who at times obsesses over certain interests and as passionately as I begin, with equal fervor do I abruptly end.  I’m working on that.  Slowly, I am beginning to carry out projects that interest me with painstaking care to finish them through.  I'm at a point in my life where I'm starting to figure out what and who I AM NOT.  I still have no clue who I am or where I belong but I believe coming to Cuba-- this place of such contradictions--will help me to begin to find myself.  With this mindset, with this determination to enjoy the moments of contemplation, creation, and yes, editing, I shall begin the story of this adventure in Cuba!

We shall begin-- dear reader--with eloquent words.  The last line from this poem: "Speech to the Young"has been bouncing in my head for a while so I'm really glad that I was able to find this poem in its entirety.  I didn't know that Gwendolyn Brooks was the creative genius behind it.  

Speech to the Young : Speech to the Progress-Toward

Say to them,
say to the down-keepers,
the sun-slappers,
the self-soilers,
the harmony-hushers,
"even if you are not ready for day
it cannot always be night."
You will be right.
For that is the hard home-run.

Live not for battles won.
Live not for the-end-of-the-song.
Live in the along.