Category Archives: Asia

Outdoors

Fall                                                                              Samhain Moon

The mid-point of October and we’re almost done with gardening.  We broadcast under the cherry and plum trees today, removing the mulch, taking up the landscape cloth, laying down the fertilizer and spraying the biotill, then replacing the landscape cloth.  After the nap I helped Kate get the landscape cloth back down, then while she rejoined it with staples to the ground, I sprayed biotill on the vegetable garden beds and mulched all of them but the herb spiral.

(Persephone and Hades)

The raspberries, which I picked this morning, are still producing and the leeks await a cooking day when I will make chicken leek pot pies, next week probably.   The leek bed will get fertilized, sprayed and mulched when they are inside while cutting down the raspberry canes, then spraying and fertilizing has to wait until they quit bearing.

This was significant manual labor and we’re both in the weary phase.  A quiet evening leaf tea bowlahead.  Some Latin right now for me.

My new teaware came, a clay bamboo holder for my tea utensils, a new pitcher made of yixing clay with a white ceramic glaze inside and a rosewood tea scoop.  All of this from a shop in Vancouver that has excellent products, The Chinese Teashop.

In St. Paul

Fall                                                                      Samhain Moon

Sheepshead.  I had some good cards tonight, but mostly not.  Made some hands, missed leaf tea bowlothers.  A streak here, but not one I’d prefer to continue.

(This Sung dynasty tea bowl is one of my favorite objects in the MIA’s collection.)

Came into St. Paul early and went over to the Tea Store on Cleveland.  It is near the theatre with Vina on one side and on the other the site of the place we rented videos when we lived on Edgcumbe Road.

I was in search of a tea spoon.  No, really.  I wanted a measure for the chinese tea so I can become more regular in the amounts of tea I use.  They had that.  I also bought some puer tea, tea formed into a cake and chipped off with a puer knife, then steeped.  Seemed interesting and it’s a type of tea I’ve not tried.  I also picked up some more white tea, which I’ve come to enjoy.

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It was fun being back in the Highland neighborhood, a place I enjoyed living.  A lot of interesting shops, a great grocery store.

Bill and I had supper at Pad Thai and shook our heads at the Tea Party.  We both find ideological blinders a poor way to run a political party and no way at all to run a government.

TGIF

Fall                                                                     New (Samhain) Moon

Rain washing away the drought, ushering in cooler, more fall like weather.  Gray skies and a general chill in the air.  Familiar to anyone from a temperate latitude.  I like it.

Busy day today.  Up early and out in the garden in the cool before dawn, working with my hands spreading fertilizer, raking it in to the top couple of inches of soil.  Back inside to write my 2nd essay for ModPo, this on a William Carlos Williams poem, identifying its imagist qualities.  After that, a nap.

Greg and I took my creaky Latin back onto the track.  I pumped the handle hard, but the little car moved pretty slow.  We set some goals per two week period, 60 verses per through next May.  If I can go faster, I will.

Immediately after Latin over to Kyoto Sushi, an all you can eat Japanese restaurant in Maple Grove just off Weaver Lake Road.  Bill and I had lunch and he passed some bio-till to me along with some reading material.  As old guys sometimes do, we also discussed hearing aids.

Back home for a second nap.  Back up and two lectures on Emerson, Self-Reliance and Experience.  Emerson as a proto-Nietzsche and Baudelaire influence as well as a post-Kantian precursor to the modernist critiques of the early twentieth century.  Whew.  That confused me, too.  Basically, he emphasizes active personal experience, moving forward into the future, letting the past be the past and your self be its Self.

Workout.  OK. Time for TV.

The Clark Collection

Fall                                                                     Harvest Moon

Tom Byfield and I had lunch at D’Amico’s.  He brought two pounds of bees wax from also former docent, Glenn Keitel.  Glenn took up bronze casting just to see what it was like. Did a piece and decided he knew.  So, I got the wax intended to be lost.  Thanks, Glenn and Tom.

After the lunch, a lecture by Andreas Mark, the new curator for Korea and Japan.  (Shibata Zeshin, 1807–1891  Detail from a screen, the four pastimes)  This will be a show with a lot to see.  Andreas, a funny guy, has arranged the show chronologically, starting with an 8th century piece that had fire in it, but just how it was used, “Don’t ask me.” he said. The Clark collection was put together by Bill Clark, a leader in the field of artificial insemination of cattle and who, according to Mark, was accused of collecting mostly images of bulls.

Well, not so.  There are over 1000 objects in the collection, formerly housed in Hanford, California, and the ones I’ve seen are very high quality.

Japan’s artistic tradition has a substantial Chinese influence, but the Japanese found a way to make Chinese style their own.  That will be a major theme of this show and one with quality objects to tell the story.  We are lucky to have the Clark collection objects here in Minneapolis and I look forward to seeing more of them as time goes by.

 

 

Loki and Scansion

Lughnasa                                                                                                            Harvest Moon

“Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”  C.S. Lewis

After a day with Loki and scansion, I got tired and was happy to have supper and watch Wire in the Blood with Kate.  Loki’s fascinating, an original bad jotun, and just can’t help making mischief, a festering ball of chaos.  He’ll make a great character once I figure out how to include him in the story.

(Gullinbursti, the Golden Boar.  Part of the Loki saga)

Scansion, on the other hand.  Oy vey!  I find recognizing meter, the stressed and unstressed syllables difficult.  I’ve never learned it and I need to now in order to finish my essay on Dickinson’s poem.  After locating some handy brief exercises, my head hurt.  So, I stopped.

Tomorrow.

The gong fu cha goes well.  I have a rhythm with it now and I produce six pots of tea out of a single batch of tea leaves.  The last two infusions, surprisingly, are the best.  At least so far.

Tea Making, Merchandising

Lughnasa                                                              Harvest Moon

I set the timer for the Zojirushi water boiler for 6 hours last night.  When I came downstairs this morning, it had heated the water to boiling and allowed the temperature to descend to the holding temperature I selected, 175 degrees.  This allows me to take water from it at that temperature all day, filling my pitcher, my teapot as many times as I wish.

Earlier this morning I made a pot of Yunnan White Jasmine Tea and am now on my second pot.  Each pot brews about 8 ounces which I drink from a tiny Chinese style teacup my sister purchased for me as part of a set.  I use the pitcher and water table from that set, too.  I can make 4 more pots of tea before I have to switch tea leaves.

Did a spray of brixblaster this morning (reproductive plants):  raspberries, tomatoes, IMAG0876ground cherries, broccoli and carrots.  The vegetative plants left are leeks, beets and greens, but not enough to mix up a batch of qualify.  After the spraying, I picked ground cherries.  They will fill out the amount Kate needs for the pie she’s baking for the Woollies tonight.  She’s also making a raspberry pie.

Tonight I’m taking as well a box of Artemis Honey for sale.  The first time I’ve actively marketed our honey.  I feel strange doing it since I have an almost Confucian attitude toward merchants, but I’m trying to learn to honor my labor.  Marketing Missing is the next, similar, activity.

 

 

Gong fu cha diary: Second Day

Lughnasa                                                           Harvest Moon

Beginning, slowly, to get the hang of the chinese way of tea.  Yes, it requires a bunch of beginning moves like warming the pot, the pitcher, the cup and rinsing the leaves after that.  It also involves a quick count to pour the water on the tea, then over the pot, then pour the tea out of the pot.

But.  The tea tastes great and you can keep using the same tea leaves for at least six infusions.  That means after the first pot, the next five are straight forward and one pot of tea can last almost a day.

Still a long way from having the nuances, especially when it comes to buying the tea itself, but that will come with time.

Gong Fu Cha diary: 1st tea

Lughnasa                                                             Harvest Moon

OK.  I have my yixing teapots made from the special clay of that region.  I have seasoned them both in the removing of the wax and boiling them in a pot full of the type of tea they will make.

Finally this afternoon I felt I had the uninterrupted time to begin learning this ancient art.  It was the Chinese monks of Chan Buddhism who introduced cha or tea to visiting Japanese monks in the 12th century.  The tradition in China was old, very old, at that time.  The character for tea, thought to have originated in Burma, was simplified in the 8th century BC.

The Chan monks practiced a Taoist influenced Buddhism that would translate itself in Japan into Zen Buddhism.  They used tea to help them stay awake in all night meditation settings.

Here are the steps according to the guide I’m using right now.   First, fill the teapot with boiling water of the right temperature.  This heats the pot.  Pour this water off.  Then, add the amount of tea appropriate for your teapot.  In my case three large Chinese tea scoops or approximately three Western tablespoons.

Add boiling water to the pot, letting it run over the top until clear.  Then pour off the water immediately.  This is rinsing the leaves.  Tilt the lid on the pot so the heat does not cook the leaves.  Now add water again, again letting it run over the top.  Put the lid back on and count 6 seconds, pouring boiling water over the pot to equalibrate temperatures.

At the end pour the tea into a small pitcher.  Serve.

One of the aspects of gong fu cha that differs from all other tea making methods I know is that you reuse the tea leaves as many as six times.  The process repeats but the steeping times vary from pour to pour, going down for the second and then up slowly through the 5th or sixth.

When I finished this process this afternoon, I couldn’t honestly tell whether all of that was helpful.  I have several different kinds of tea and many tea pots so I’ll try different teas in different pots with different methods.  I’ll eventually hit on a method that makes my palate happy.

 

Dismiss what insults your soul

Lughnasa                                                                         Harvest Moon

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

Walt Whitman, Stanza 52, Song of Myself

 

The journey into gong fu cha continues.  Today I bought some new teas at Teavana.  Still have made no tea in my yixing teapots.  I want to be ready to do it, able to be in the moment with it and there’s been too much going on.  Probably tomorrow, too, since I plan to take soil test samples from the orchard and the vegetable garden. Maybe Wednesday.

Today has been a modern and contemporary poetry day, focusing on pre-modern poets, Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman.  The class proceeds by reading a poem, then a video of the professor and six U. Penn students doing a collaborative close reading of it.  This is a very rich process.  I’ll post one of the videos here along with the poem, so you can see how much you can get from careful attention.

This morning I sprayed brixblaster for the reproductive vegetables.  Maybe one, no more than two more.  No more drenches.

 

Sunday Matters

Lughnasa                                                                             Harvest Moon

Song of Myself, excerpt from Stanza 6

What do you think has become of the young and old men?

And what do you think has become of the women and children?

They are alive and well somewhere,

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,

And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the

end to arrest it,

And ceas’d the moment life appear’d.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,

And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

 

Revised my presentation for Groveland UU this morning.  It was better than I remembered, but still in need of some fiddling.  It also needed some readings so I poked around on Poetry.org for poems on aging.  Several good ones in addition to this piece from Whitman’s long poem, Song of Myself.  I’ll post the others on the third phase page for poetry.

After finishing that, I took out my toothbrush, toothpaste and my newly acquired yixing tea pots.  And scrubbed.  With the toothpaste.  The teapots.  Odd, eh?  Yet it’s the first thing to do in seasoning.  Scrapes off the wax used to make them look good in a showroom, that new teapot look, you know.

After that they get rinsed off, wrapped in soft cloth, lid and pot separately to avoid damage and boiled for 30 minutes.  Allow to cool.  Rinse with lukewarm water.  Then, if you want to do a professional seasoning, and of course I did, I mean why start the whole process without going all the way, you put three scoops of the tea you’ll be making in the teapot in yet another pot of boiling water.

Let it sit for 30 minutes, making a strong tea, then rewrap pot and lid in soft cloth, boil, you guessed it, 30 minutes, let them cool down and rinse off in the lukewarm water.  Now I’m ready for some gong fu cha.

They’re still cooling down so I haven’t made my first pot yet.  But I will tomorrow.