Jan 6, 2003

Reticent
I realized I've blogged much less recently. I took a break over Christmas and went to Hong Kong, where I overate, overshopped, and probably overindulged. For a week and a half I was completely entertained and freed from responsibilities. I had my notebook all my work along with VPN access to the work network; I only turned it on to download photos.
Now that I'm back, often sitting at my desk, trying to catch up with work I wish was done a week ago, I feel surprisingly renewed, although it's still a struggle to convince myself that I am indeed back at work. It's been a while since I've had this feeling of wanting something more and something different. Perhaps it sounds as if the whole work-sleep-work routine kills the soul or robs the spirit, but I think I myself have failed to nurture that creative desire.
Every day that I got home, too tired to read a book, write a thought, take a picture, peruse art, listen to music, enjoy a sunset, cook a dish, savour a meal, or stop to let myself think was another day I let what little inspiration I had whither away. The thing with this work thing, is that it doesn't require much in terms of discipline after you get home. There isn't much you need to do from day to day, aside from maybe keeping the bills paid and the washroom clean. With a fear of being overly disciplined (read: uptight), I realize I've almost no discipline at all. Heck, sometimes I don't even make myself go deposit a cheque until I'm worried that they won't accept it anymore (there seems to be a 90-day limit on these things here).
So discipline it is. I think I'll start with trying to finish off Robotech: Battlecry, which I started quite a while ago, but haven't finished...


Jan 5, 2003

Pursuit of finer things
I finished Reluctant Saint: The Life of Francis of Assisi on the plane over to Hong Kong. I know little of the author, Donald Spoto, but the jacket claims he's a biographer with a Ph.D. in theology. He claims to be attempting an honest and accurate portrayal of St. Francis, and I can only assume that to be true. The book is as much a biography as a call to holiness. It's not a legalistic "this is right, that is wrong" book, but a portrayal of someone who honestly tried to live a life of faith and worship despite his personal failings.

Francis was born at the end of the 12th century in medieval Europe to a very wealthy textile merchant. He spent his youth squandering his parents' money, throwing parties and being generally generous with the wealth that was not his own. Eventually, in his early 20s, he realized the emptiness in his life, a hole that was eventually filled when he found God. Unfortunately, his ideals for serving God clashed with his parents will, leading him to eventually forfeit his human parents in his desire to serve.

Alone and without financial support, Francis' desire was to live according to the Gospel, and he did that by imitating Jesus. With no desire for wealth or financial well being, and with what would often be considered a blind and perhaps rash and extremist faith, he took Jesus' words on trusting God for earthly provisions to heart, Francis took on the task of rebuilding a decrepit church building, preaching and tending to lepers and social outcasts.

With a philosophy that excluded earthly possessions yet encouraged hard labour, Francis lived a faith in a much more radical manner than most Christians today are willing to accept. Jesus instructed his disciples to go forth with little more than the clothes on their backs (Matthew 10), while most of the world functions on rational preparation. Even within the church, parents teach their children the merits of working hard - not necessarily to glorify God, but to secure their livelihoods. It is a foreign concept to entrust our livelihoods to God by faith and spend our time in worship. Even many mission organizations are unwilling to send workers out before they have raised a significant portion of their support. Too often Christians' peace comes not from faith, but from the security one finds in significant financial savings or secure employment. Too often I find the way I live reflects little of what I say I believe, but rather the culture I grew up in.

Take for example, the fact that I was reading such a book on the plane, yet the day after I arrived, I'm already checking out the BOSS sale at Lane Crawford where I pick up a v-neck because it's 40% off (although it's still overpriced after the discount). I realized the frivolity of my purchase, and in regret I got some bargain basement Bossini khakis (2/HKD$160) that happily averaged out the total cost to something reasonable for three pieces of clothing, even though I really have very little use for the pants. [addendum: I seemed to have forgotten to pack the aforementioned shirt and it's likely still in Hong Kong. What irony.]

Hong Kong's quite different from the place I remember from my youth. Gone are the cheap video games and electronics - both Sony and Canon digital cameras can be had for cheaper in the States, and there aren't many "newer, cooler" models that aren't available in North America. And while there's still plenty of pirate videos in the form of VCDs and DVDs, the more expensive legitimate products are more available and easier to find. One interesting retail concept I found was a pirate VCD/DVD/CD/Software store, with cellophane wrapped disks with poorly reproduced covers (such as Elizabeth Hurley gracing the cover of Striptease instead of Demi Moore, and misspelled names such as "Samuel L. Jack"). With no employees, and only a plastic basket with some change acting as the cash register, I felt strangely confused with the ethical dilemma of whether to be honest and leave the proper payment for flagrantly illicit pirate materials, especially since I could save myself the HKD$30 and download the stuff myself.

However the question of moral behaviour was decidedly absent when I shopped Tsim Sha Tsui. Lane Crawford has expanded and launched a new youth targetted store called LCX. Stocked with a bevy of American brands (Gap, Banana Republic, Guess, Miss Sixty, Energie, Quiksilver, etc.) commanding a significant premium (Gap khakis were on par with Toronto prices after a 50% discount), it may have appealed to Hong Kong youth, but it's unlikely to draw many tourists.

The designer boutiques seemed more popular, which wasn't surprising considering the Gap isn't too much cheaper than D&G here. I spent an afternoon browsing through a few shops. Burberry, Gucci and Prada all seemed quite popular. For the most part, the price tags dissuaded me from impending fashion lust, but only afterwards did any consideration of proper stewardship cross my mind. For as much as I'd like not to be materialistic, selfish, or greedy, to be able to live simply and be grateful, I know I am an incredibly long way off.