Wednesday, June 9, 2010

End of the year

Two Grade 12 students and I at the reception of the SPH "farewell" ceremony (graduation)

After enduring countless PowerPoint slide shows of pictures of the past year set to Christian Praise songs in chapels, graduations, proms, assemblies, staff meetings and homerooms, I am happy to announce the school year is complete! I put up with most of the sappiness as I got to enjoy the kids I teach as well as the kids I fathered move on to bigger things.


Neil at the Grade 6 "Thanksgiving" Celebration (Graduation)

Hope at the Kindy "concert" (Graduation) where she dressed in a dutch costume

In a cruel twist of fate, Eric, who would have enjoyed an 8th grade graduation in the U.S., was the only Weeda child to not graduate this year. In lieu of a graduation or presents, maybe I'll make him a nice PowerPoint :).

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Complete Weekend

We celebrated another holiday here this past Friday. Waisak is referred to as “Buddha’s birthday”, although the day really celebrates Siddharta Gautama’s (Buddha’s) birth, enlightenment and death, which apparently happened on the same day on different years. Even though the day celebrates many other things for Buddhists,the unifying theme of this holiday could be summarized as “completeness.”

I celebrated it and the weekend by being “completely" busy.


Hope and classmates at ballet concert. She is in the back.


Mountain Biking in Sentul


Thursday night started with a ballet concert for Hope followed by a sleepover with one of her friends (at our house). Then Friday morning at 5:15 AM, I loaded up our new mountain bike, drove to Sentul (a suburb of Jakarta just near the slopes of local mountains) with two others and biked all morning. After returning as close to 12 noon as possible (8 minutes late), we attended not one, but two holiday BBQ’s (sorry, no pictures here). I think I also drove Hope to and from a birthday party somewhere in there too.

At the Volcano Tangkupan Parahu


On Saturday, 14 of us from our church went on a day trip to Bandung, which is a large city about 100 miles away from Jakarta. Besides sitting in terrible holiday traffic for hours, we drove to the top of a volcano named Tangkuban Parahu, attended an amazing cultural show (based around the Indonesian instrument called an angklung), squeezed in a little shopping and had two fantastic meals. We returned near Midnight.

At the end of the cultural show, performers invited us to the floor to dance with them.


Following church today, I will be grading lots of exams I have put off the rest of the weekend.


During the weekend, I also learned that my uncle, Les Dykhouse, passed away on Friday (Waisak). He found his eternal completeness, not in self enlightenment or in extreme busyness, but in a life of Grace and Gratitude, in that order.

May we know and live in that Truth.


But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you.
Romans 8:11




Sunday, May 16, 2010

Train to Jogjakarta


Java is the most populated island in the world with over 100 million people on it. It's always been easy to believe this living in Jakarta (likely over 10 million). Our travels on Java have always been to other big cities (Surabaya, Jogjakarta and Bandung) and have either been by plane or along busy roads. To see the rural side of this island, we took our four day weekend and trained from Northwest (Jakarta) to South central Java (Yogjakarta). You can check out our route on the following train map of java here-- http://www.happychap.eu/travel_info/indonesia_2008/java/railway_map.htm
(we took the route through Cirebon).

Here are a few pictures from our trip:




Waiting for the train in Jakarta

(I'm actually a little more excited than I appear:)



Hope enjoying the spacious seat.

We took the "eksekutif" train, complete with A/C, comfortable

seats and few stops.



Terraced rice fields along the way through a very dirty train window.

Eric and Neil complained that the scenery never changed.



Proof that Eric and Neil were correct.




Enjoying a becak (bicycle taxi) in Jogja along with other

activities for 2 days following the train ride.


We cheated and took a 45 minute flight back to Jakarta on Saturday!

(It cost the same as the train ticket)






Saturday, May 1, 2010

When I was a kid....

When I was a kid, a 6th grade report or project involved the following:

  • Choosing a topic—usually a static item like a country (Ecuador), issue (Abortion), thing (cell) or an event (moon landing).
  • Researching—going to the small elementary library and looking up information in the encyclopedia.
  • Writing—hand writing the information on neat lined paper along with traced or hand drawn maps, diagrams. If the teacher was quite good, they made sure you didn’t copy information and properly cited things in a bibliography.
  • Presentation—hand drawing a nice title page with some sort of free handed graphic.

Neil's 6th grade class is continuing a huge project called exhibition. Here's how it works ( without getting into Education speak). In addition to all of the above elements, students engage in reflective journaling (both weekly and daily), field work (interviews and surveys), presentations (movies and powerpoints), and action (they actually try to help people struggling in the issue they are studying). It's quite amazing to see. In fact, what I have been struggling to succinctly state was summed up well by our head of school in his weekly thoughts to staff:

"It was a delight to spend some time chatting with Grade 6 students during their Exhibition last
week. Two things were impressive for me. Firstly, the knowledge that these young
people were sharing was “internalized” – they knew what they were talking about.
Secondly, many of them were doing something with their knowledge in relation to
injustice or bad practices. They were involved with plans and activities that
will cause positive change. I learned a lot, particularly about the incredibly
wide ranging effects of polluted water. These young people had a positive and
significant influence on me."


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Neil shows 1st graders his Power Point (below as well)







Saturday, April 24, 2010

$10,000 smile

Children are adored here. Smiles abound in Indonesia, especially around kids. On top of that, blond hair and blue eyes add to the appeal (likely because of their respective scarcity).

I think our school knows that. Even though SPH consists of 98% Asian kids, our kids have made a few of promotional publications. On top of this, Hope recently found her way onto a large billboard on one of the biggest interchanges in the city. Here it is:


Who wouldn't want to spend a lot of money so their kid can attend a school with a cutie like that!?

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Strange Site



What is the strange citing in this photo? A Weeda relative in Asia, a Gecko or a hand of Neil's that is actually quite clean?

Answer: See below.





While we have lots of lizards, or Cicaks (pronounced Chee-chucks) and Iguana's here, we have never seen the above gecko before. Very cool.

We are also enjoying family visiting.

Talk more in a week or so!

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A Calvinist, a hippie and a cowboy go golfing...

Indonesian society is divided into very rigid hierarchy of races classes and genders:

  • At the top would likely be the Indonesian Muslim political and religious elite. This group is closely affiliated families who accumulated power through political intrigue, corruption and involvement in the 1965 coup that brought Suharto to power.
  • This group is followed by the economic power brokers of the country, mostly Chinese large business owners who own large production facilities, large retail franchises or large land developments (I teach the children of this group at SPH).
  • Next would be Chinese middle class small business owners (Janet teaches this group at UPH), Muslim government bureaucrats, and a growing number of professionals (middle management, engineers, accountants ect…).
  • On the bottom rungs of society would be local villagers and city dwellers, who on Java are either Javanese or Sundanese. These people have basic educations and usually enter the workforce anywhere between the age of 11 and 15. If they are men they will get jobs using simple skills in areas such as general repair, taxi driving, delivering, day laborers ect…. If they are women, they are likely housewives, farm help, textiles workers, retail associates, maids, nannies, or cooks. Their rate of pay probably begins at $1.50 a workday (when they are young) and maxes out at $5-6 (if they are lucky). In this whole system, there is a definite chauvinistic bias as men always trump women in authority and pay.
  • On top of that, there are also layers of hierarchy between age and seniorities within classes, families and institutions.
  • Any one from “the west” (North America, Australia, Europe) doesn’t really fit any category although most people treat us as if we are near the top. What we, as “westerners” don’t realize, is that there are so many subtleties and rules between these groups with one consistent theme (NEVER, EVER question a superior).

Social structures such as this are common all over the developing world, but especially in east and Southeast Asia because of their Confucius legacy. Confucius was a Chinese philosopher who loved societies where people had roles and did their jobs accordingly. Many of his wise sayings, which we make fun of in North America, had underlying messages of people doing what they were “supposed to do”.


All of the above came to a head this week when I went golfing, which is reserved for the top social structures in Indonesia, and was a lesson in high society in the following ways:


Imperial Golf Club


§ The event begins at a palatial club house, where oodles of workers in uniforms take your bags, label and carry them, direct you to the carpeted locker rooms where you prepare for a tough round of golf.


§ You then hit the links, with your own caddy, who follows right behind you and does every thing but swing the club for you (carries, cleans and hands you clubs, cleans and marks your ball, and keeps score). All of this was done with precision and attention to detail. My caddy had a concerned look on her face the first few holes as I broke all the rules (reaching into my own bag to retrieve a club, for example). After the 3rd hole, she realized I was a doofy white guy. From then on, she just smiled at me as I bumbled through the course.



Another hole on the Imperial.

§ After a complete round and a tip for your caddy, you return back to the club house to again be greeted by the workers, who direct you to the showers, hand you towels and plastic bags to place your sweaty clothes in. Other options following the outing: massages, buffet dinners or a few rounds in the bar.


§ Leaving requires valet or drivers picking up your car, loading your clubs and sending you on your way with a smile and a wave.

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Besides my complete lack of golfing skills, two forces in my life made this high class golfing experience quite difficult:

A vision of CRC heaven --"Fellowship Greens' clubhouse"


1. Calvinism rooted in the American Midwest. While many may assume that Calvinism is very rigid and hierarchical, it is extremely egalitarian. The belief of the total depravity and the “priesthood of all believers” taught me a belief that I was no better or no worse than any one else and that everyone stands an equal distance before God (a long way away). About 30% of my golfing experience has been at “Fellowship Greens” (at the Christian Reformed Church Recreation Center) in Grand Rapids Michigan, which for me was all about depravity (my golf game) and Grace (the easy course was likely a plowed up corn field with generous fairways). The clubhouse was (and is) a converted 4 bedroom ranch style house from the 1960’s, usually with some retired Christian School teacher manning it.



Gallup golf course on a windy day (89% of the time)

2. Growing up and living in the American West starting in the 1970’s. The values where I grew up were a cross between libertarian cowboy self reliance, Native collectivism and hippie laid back life style. I was taught to be easy going and that the only people who deserved elevation in society were the stars on the high school basketball team. The other 50% of my golfing experience has been at the Gallup Municipal Golf Course which embodies these ideas pretty well. The course is watered by effluent water (treated sewage), the fairways and greens a mess, the clubhouse a faded corrugated metal eyesore, the golf pro an unhelpful old fart, but most everyone makes do, doesn’t complain and has a great time anyway.

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So...what's a poor egalitarian guy like me to do if I want to keep playing golf in Indonesia?

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P.S. If you want to hear a good story, ask Tim Pikaart how we got kicked off the Gallup golf course when I was 13—even hippie cowboy communalists have limits.