Saturday, September 30, 2006

Fall Break

Fall Break

Thursday
The midway of autumn
Starts a road trip to the Pacific
Friday
Golden Gate Bridge
Yields a fisherman’s sanctuary
Saturday
Catch-up of old times
Spins a roller-coaster festivity
Sunday
Palm trees and Yellow Submarine
Paint a fall break filled with thundering plaudits
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Friday, September 29, 2006

New Leaf

New Leaf

Thick air slashed by
A neon knife vertically
On a forked road
Green grass dyed with
Drops from a yellow palette
Fomented
My new leaf
A bright view
A great scheme
Both lie ahead
The eastern wind
Never look back
Don’t ever regret
Sow
Toil
And harvest
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

A Slow Morning

Well, it was a slow morning today, woke up around 10:00 am, replied some messages, cleaned up my desk, and got rid of the thought tugged at the back of my head from last night’s writing.

Still flabbergasted from the entry I penned down several hours ago, I just had some peculiar feeling writing about people with multiple personalities. Perhaps it’s from a conversation I had with friends yesterday; but I was actually amazed I could turn that thought into written words.

I might as well go out this afternoon, enjoying the warm weather outside.
If I want to see a movie, maybe it’s better to go earlier because in that way I can beat the crowd…

I really hate the rush hours in Taipei. As a fast walker, I can’t stand those who drag their steps, especially at MRT stations. Oh, well, I guess I am just not that fond of big cities a whole lot.

A slow morning, some slow thoughts, and even the music seems to be mellow. It’s going to be a cozy afternoon…

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Colours of Kaleidoscope

“Psychotherapy? You’re kidding me, right? I’m not sick, okay?”
“No, I think you are sick, and you need to see a doctor…”
“Doctor, my foot! You ARE the one who should see one!”
“Okay, tell me why you scalped the neightbour’s cat and burnt the bloody, poor creature to death last night!!”
“What the freak are you talking about? I would never do such a cruel thing like that!”
“Yeah, right. The neighbours saw you doing that at midnight.”
“But…”
“No more buts, you God-damned psycho! Tell that psychopath to come out now!”
“What? I can’t summon him any time I want, you know that!”
“That’s why I said: Get the fuck out of your devilish shell, Mr. PSYCHOPATHIC Cannibal!”

“Haaaaa…You want some cannabis? Chill, my dear friend. Here I am, ain’t I or aren’t I or should I say AM I NOT? My grand, lovely, and knowledgeable master of grammarian!”
“Shut up, and stop using that sly and sarcastic tone! It gets on my nerves every time you do that!”
“Okay, then. What do you WANT me to do, BUTTHEAD! I can scalp your head and dig out your brain if that’s what you’re wishing … I’m also curious about how neurons work under a living creature’s skull. Don’t think you’re the only person who is so into neuroscience; I’m, too, very intrigued by the connections of synapses and how glutamates fire electrical chemicals…”


Why do you think I am ill
What you see is only part of me
There are various selves living
In this body
Just like our society
Lives all kinds of species
Some are veracious
Some are completely crazy
If the world lacks diversity
Where will you find the opposite
If Prada is only worn by the rich
Who will discover the devil can be
Someone who also wears it
Colours of kaleidoscope
Shine my other images
One lady
One boy
One baby
And one psychopath full of evildoing
Wait, that’s not finished
In fact
There are 666 personalities
Spreading in this walking human being…


Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Spiritual Inventory

Seclusion is bad? Maybe it’s because we’re gregarious beings and need to interact with others in order to progress. But spending some quality time alone is as important as being around with people. Sometimes we are impulsive to take action and then regret what we’ve done. If we can slow down and think twice, it will probably not be so doomful…

Things have slowed down a little bit; and I can do some personal inventory of spirituality. I realize how impatient I am at times. It seems dreadful to conjure up a brilliant idea or method in the project I’m implementing. Well, I reckon a nice walk is usually helpful to me.

On my way to teaching tonight, I swung by a French bookstore. Again I bought books… I got myself two books: Maupassant’s “La Petite Roque” and Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s “Discours sur l’origine et les fondements de l’inégalité parmi les homes”. These are the books I always wanted to read in the past but never got a chance doing so. Now, I’m glad I can read them.

Recently, I’ve been able to locate some high school buddies. It’s really weird, not in a bad sense, but a great one. I haven’t seen those classmates for many years and of course every one leads a different life. I just thought: Wow, we’re no longer high school teens and what have I done to my life?

I remember P. used to tell me how she envied us being young and energetic. I just laughed over what she said and took what I got for granted. Yeah, time will never come back and the course of life has been set in many aspects. Fortunately, I know exactly what I want for my life and am enjoying myself very much.

My mother called me yesterday and said she is learning English now. I thought that was kewl! It’s never too late to learn something, is it? Well, at least motivation can help us acquire new things more efficiently. That’s why I want to keep learning new knowledge with a clear motive. To be candid, I don’t want to get Alzheimer’s disease when I get old and I want to be smarter as time moves on…

Today I learned archeologists in Peru found some mummified dogs, about 20 of them, in an excavation. They speculated dogs were actually well protected and people in that époque believed dogs also possessed a soul. How interesting it is! The breed seemed to be some kind of golden retriever. Archeologists are still working to find out whether those dogs were the unique breed in South America…So, what did you learn today?

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Prefrontal Cortex

Only in recent decades prefrontal cortex was closely studied and regarded as an influential part in cognition. An individual suffers from prefrontal cortex damage will have difficulty in interacting with others according to social norms, which means he or she will not be able to take cues from others and thus commit minor or even obnoxious faux-pas.

When subjects are asked to focus on their inner states, and not pay attention to reality from outer world, their medial and lateral inferior prefrontal cortex will show signs of activity. (Elkhonon Goldberg, 2001)

This is really an interesting phenomenon because it indicates a close relationship between our cognitive perception and prefrontal cortex. Cognitive ability is always not easy to be accurately measured via empirical devices. Fortunately, neurologists and neuroscientists have discovered prefrontal cortex’s importance and come up with more advanced equipment to detect its activity in human’s brain.

My question is: since prefrontal cortex influences a person’s cognitive development, when undergoing impairment, it will affect the ability in interaction or other trivia things in life, does that mean it could cause certain hindrance in this person’s language acquisition? And how much impact will that bring?

What if we take a further study in people’s second language acquisition? Presumably, a person’s cognitive perception is damaged, he or she should also have similar intricacy in interacting properly in a second language. I wonder whether we can conduct experiments in this direction.

The question is-finding bilingual people that are subject to the experiment will not be an easy task. In addition, if a person struggles with second language acquisition and at the same time being diagnosed with prefrontal cortex impairment, how much will that change the person’s learning?

When observing certain adults’ struggling in language study, I wonder whether they are actually undergoing some severe prefrontal cortex degeneration. If that is the case, what can we do to better their learning? Is it likely to improve prefrontal cortex’s functionality and make it turn back to the normal track? And by what means can we accomplish that without drilling a hole on a person’s skull? Could nanotechnology do that? And how can it be done? Are there other methods that do not involve major surgeries?

I suppose there are many questions worth considering and finding the answers in the near future…

Monday, September 25, 2006

History

History

Pagoda
Sinks
Temple
Collapses
A forgotten fire drains
Wax of golden statuettes
Chinese zither drones
Choreography of dynasties
Parchment
Rises
Calligraphy
Launches
Cultural innovation
Or genomic evolution
Why should man study history
New ideas materialize from the old things
I read
I think
And I see
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Collide

Collide

Petals of white orchid flow
On the surface of a green river
Evoking, splashing, and unveiling
The mysterious aborigines’ festivity
Wolf-like folk songs blow
Into every ear of visitors
Leaning, turning, and wondering
The miraculous legend of totem poles
When civilization and primitiveness collide
There should be no opposite waves
Tapping into your thoughts
Because life is supposed to touch
Every soul with everlasting love
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Myanmar

Finally I’ve finished Amy Tan’s “Saving Fish From Drowning” two days ago. It was really a blast reading this novel, lots of imagination, amazing plots, and the perfect use of language. All were added with oriental flavors in lines. I admire Amy Tan’s talent in writing and her broad knowledge in other fields, such as medicine, history, and geography, etc.

Myanmar is a new name for Burma, but many westerners and Asians are still more inclined to use Burma in many occasions. I don’t know much about the country and actually have never been to that part of the world. What I was shocked from pursing the novel was many people had been victims of landmines in that region.

Man created myriads of inventions; yet many of them in return have turned into self-destructive weapons. Should we call this self-deserved consequence or fate? I guess man’s worst enemy is himself or herself in many aspects.

The novel also made me ruminate over how people react when being put in jeopardy and facing life-threatening predicaments. Why do we have to be forced to become altruistic and bury the hatchet? Why can’t we work with others in unison all the time? If we long for world peace, then the road is yet half-paved…

Reading the so-called “Karen” people in Amy Tan’s book somehow reminded me of my hometown on the east coast of Formosa. I happened to read some news about that familiar yet a bit vague of my birthplace. An elementary school principal tried all he could to ensure every student would have lunch. The cost of each meal was NT 30; yet many families couldn’t even pay for it. My heart sank when I read that.

The journalist reported that families in that area don’t have stable jobs; and parents seem to expect the government for more assistance. Well, we should teach people how to fish, not constantly feed them fish. However, I wonder how much our government has done for those remote villages when giving big chunks of money to other countries.

Is being poor really a sin? Whose fault is that? Who should we blame? If we are to tell the world Taiwan is a great nation, full of energy, high-tech advances, and other necessary criteria for developed countries, we should be ashamed letting so many poor children be deprived of their right in better education and other benefits enjoyed by pupils in big cities like Taipei…

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Norwegian Forest

Getting off the train, I felt a sudden and poignant hit of chilly air. Yeah, it smelled like Switzerland, I reckoned. I looked up the sky, crystal-clear blue with tranquility only found in this northern nation. Lying in front of me was a dark, vast, and old pine tree. I realized immediately the forest was just a few feet away; it’s like walking into a gigantic no man’s land, full of primitive and exotic touches from the Nature…

Dinner appointment at 6 pm, I briskly glanced at my wristwatch: 5:34. Good, I had plenty of time hiking through the mysterious woods. Although it’s only beginning of autumn, I needed to wear a sweater and a windbreaker up here near the fjord. Fjord it was. The beauty of Norway deeply engraved an impressive mark on my mind’s eye.

Passing by a tiny wooden cabin, I noticed there was a wind chime dangling languidly in the façade. What caught me off guard was a fisherman’s half face emerged from the back of windowpanes. The blue bonnet embroidered with red elks stood out in the dim light; I thought I saw a… thanked goodness! It was a paper doll…

Liv told me I should join their “tur” in the forest one of those days. I laughed over it, thinking: Oh no, I would freeze my butt off if I were to stay a night outside in the cold Norwegian forest…

Here I was, walking toward a friend’s house for an unknown and supposedly delicious dinner. My mind raced like a space shuttle, yarning for an adventure. Nevertheless, the paradigm of verb conjugation still lay at the back of my heavy head. Not only must I finish the essay, but also a novel I scheduled to cross the midway. Oh well, the heck! Why couldn’t I just enjoy this giant forest?

6:49 pm just popped up; and I quickened my pace only to see a cherub flying by and the magic wand being held by a fairy giggling down the muddy trek… Wait, wasn’t that from my elementary school days?

Norwegian forest, a mixture of déjà vu and apprehension surreptitiously evoked the sleeping neurons in my exhausted brain. It was in the year of 2000; a year I flew away to embrace a childhood imagination.

Blog

This poem is dedicated to a good high school buddy who was also madly in love with English. Thanks to the prevalence of blog, I was able to locate him again…

Blog

Have you ever thought
I would walk
Accidentally
By your blog
Have you ever met
A long lost friend
Inadvertently
Via the Internet
Power of word
Or magic of cyberspace
Our living world
Has entered a new phase
Don’t think it’s only a personal stage
For many are out there to appreciate
A line of introspection
A paragraph of interchange
This link is drawing us
Into an unprecedented
And extraordinary state


Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Scrimp and Save

“When I was your age, I was already married…”
“So? Time is different now…”
“When I was your age, I had three kids…”
“Did you enjoy that?”
“When I was your age, I had my own house…”
“Does that mean you’re more successful?”

Chinese parents always try their best to offer children opportunities in education in hopes their children will get top-notch jobs or become what is perceived a great achievement in mainstream society. Many scrimp and save to send their kids to learn all sorts of talents after regular school hours. Yet, is that really necessary? Do children have an enjoyable childhood here?

I know parents should provide a resourceful environment to children in order to develop better neuronal connections and further obtain more skills for the future. But I also think a happy childhood is essential in terms of wholesome development of cognition and personality.

We have long noticed the influence of psychology on an individual in the process of establishing a healthy life, be physically or mentally. Positive criticism brings more significant outcome in assisting teenagers in their multi-layered life. I hope younger generation will learn from their own experience, which apparently shows the older generation’s way of raising kids is not suitable anymore.

Why are we afraid that our children have off-the-normal-track thoughts? Why can’t we let children ask any questions they want and guide them to search the best answers themselves? What’s wrong dreaming of becoming an artist? Why should only doctor, scientist, and businessman count as great professions?

Many years ago, I was asked by an elderly in my family that how much I got paid for teaching English. I said five hundred. Then this elderly quickly calculated and told me I would never get rich if I just wanted to be a teacher. I was still young and didn’t know how to defend myself, especially when facing elderly people like that in the family. But I recall I told myself: So, what? My passion is my job and I enjoy every minute and keep learning new things… I might not be as rich as you are, a billionaire, I still have my goals and I know life isn’t just about money and fame.

In addition, who doesn’t have teachers? No one can learn everything by himself. Without teachers’ teaching and stimulation and many others’ contribution to our present knowledge of world, who do you think you can really become? I wish I had some people who could’ve guided me to discovery my passionate pursuits earlier. Then I wouldn’t have spent so many years switching courses of careers. I know it’s not too late to give my all for the childhood dream; yet time will never come back again…

Scrimp and Save as did my parents for every one of us in the family. I will never forget that gracious offering and blessing. Tonight I find my reticent self in the rain picturing the night I had to wade through the river to get spring water for my grandmother’s funeral. I was so little and didn’t understand why I had to stay up so late and walk with my father in the rain. I didn’t realize grandmother’s suicide was the end of the spell on my mother and the beginning of my nostalgia from the old house I used to live for many years…And when the midnight falls, I sometimes find my mask peeling off bit by bit, revealing a childlike face…

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Tiger Lily

To all my friends from Taitung...

Tiger Lily

Scattering magic
Like a velvet carpet
The bridal gown traces
On the mausoleum so green
A bunch of kids
Run here and there
It’s another day
For a great outing
One two three
A sweet sop tree
Sports enormous fruits
In a mist of golden beams
Four five six
A sea of tiger lily
Flops thousands of flowers
Framing my nostalgic mountain
Tai Ma Li…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Demagogue

Demagogue means one that attempts to mislead people, a politician who foments discontent among the masses so as to be voted into office. Yet, after being elected, the demagogue would use political power to further his own personal interest, ambition, or fortune.

Does that ring a bell? Doesn’t that sound like a description of our president? YES, and I think we should add an extra meaning to it: one that apparently has wrongdoings yet refuses to take full responsibility and step down.

In today’s news, I found two things appalling: the coup in Thailand and riot in Hungary. The obnoxious part is both PMs are not honest and they refused to step down too. Ironically, the similar situation happened in Taiwan. I wonder whether we will have a coup or riot to depose our president. The thing is most people hate our president and believe he has done something wrong in terms of corruption. What do we expect further from a political figure like Mr. Chen? Why do we need to keep diplomatic ties with those island countries? Will they help us gain a more dignified stand in international affairs? The answer is NO!! And Mr. Chen’s wife and son in-law allegedly have made big mistakes in “stealing” taxpayers’ money and insider trading. When will justice arrive? I hope it is not too late.

Are we really like the old saying implies- a plate of scattered sands? Can’t we unite ourselves as a great entity to fight for our own right? It is time for more profound thinking and reflection. With all those jittery participants in the sit-in protest, every one should calm down and ponder on how we want to make our country better. True democracy is not just a sensational outcry against an incompetent government; true democracy is every citizen has enough knowledge of democracy and can apply reasonable means to carry the nation a big step forward on the boulevard of peace, love, and wealth. If the conflict between the “Red” and “Green” continues, I bet the biggest beneficiary shall be Mainland China!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

I'm willing to

I’m willing to

Your smile suddenly dived
Like a pure white waterfall
Fragrance you wore
Elegance you bore
On the trail to the spring full of gold

A blink of eye
A beat of vibe
I saw a burning fire in your mind
As soon as the sky caught some light
You would be ready to fly

Where was the destination
Could it lie within my soul’s sight
Thousands of butterflies
Millions of miles
All I wanted to hear
Was a simple reply
I’m willing to die
For another life…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Origami Lady

“She died! She died! Lady S died!” shouted hysterically the haggard sister of Lady S.
“Finally! Good for her. It’s a release for every one of us,” said Wise.
Every since S was born, every family member knew the day would arrive sooner or later…But is it too soon or too late?

Born with coronary impairments and without a corpus callosum, S had shown peculiar symptoms such as chest pain, epilepsy, and retardation in speech. She could not even button her own shirts until ten years old. Most of time, she seemed to be engaged in her own world, a mysterious one that was well-shielded with incomprehensible behaviors.

In order to cure her illness, S’s parents tried every possible way, traditional Chinese remedies, western medicine, and even singular religious beliefs; but none of them actually worked. After several years’ endeavors, the family eventually came to accept the fact S would not be a normal child and every one just had to do his best to make sure she was safe.

“Get out of my face! You dirty, filthy, and ugly pig!” S yelled at the top of her lung as she pushed her father away with a blow of sudden power.
“What the heck…” the father’s jaw dropped with eyes wide-opened as he slowly put down the bowl of mung bean soup. It was S’s first time to talk like a real kid, with emotion and intonation in words. It was a miracle to the father and the rest of the family!

…To Be Continued.

Monday, September 18, 2006

The Brain's Food

In “Inside The Brain” by Ronald Kotulak, there is a section that talks about stroke and spinal cord damage. And a paragraph goes like: “The suicide reaction—its scientific name is apoptosis-begins when a damaged or dying neuron releases massive amounts of a neurotransmitter called glutamate. Glutamate is normally one of the most import chemical messengers in the brain. But when too much glutamate is present, the NMDA receptors (“doors” on cell surfaces) are jammed open. Sodium floods in, causing the cell to swell. Calcium rushes in and smashes at the cell’s genetic controls, producing enzymes that eat away cell’s internal support structure and destructive molecules, called free radicals that chew away its membrane wall.”

Therefore, the cure to prevent cerebral damage is to develop drugs that block NMDA receptors being jammed open when stroke or spinal cord damage happens. However, it is not easy to let outside chemicals to wade through the brain-blood barrier, a self-protective way for the brain cells. Now neuroscientists and neurologists have come up some drugs that can “fool” neurons to let drugs go through their protective wall and further fix the damage.

I think it would be very interesting to find out whether an adult has some unknown impairment in the brain when learning a second language. The conventional thought is adults are not like children in terms of language acquisition. In some respects, it is proved that children learn a language differently from adults, especially in terms of cognitive development. However, I think adults might suffer some minor cereal impairments and are not aware of them. Therefore, rote memorization or repetition is not going to elevate an adult’s learning unless the problem is solved first in the brain.

I also love the phrase “The brain’s food is education”, which indicates everyone can train his or her brain and keep it in shape regardless of age. Learning new things can trigger new synapses between neurons and makes a person become smarter. Who wouldn’t want to be cleverer? There must be hope for all of us if we want to maintain a healthy brain, let alone acquiring a second language efficiently.

My preliminary approach is to monitor adults’ brain activities when being exposed to foreign language learning. The fMRI or PET scanning should reveal that perhaps there is something abnormal in the brain. Then we can precisely help subjects with the right methods to reinforce their neurons so as to acquire language more effectively, and not just learning via the conventional way without taking the cerebral problems into account.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Silkworm

“Okay, class, the next project will be raising silkworms and record their growth daily…” said the science teacher. “Yeah, that’s awesome! Dad has already bought me twenty baby silkworms last Friday,” thought Jake as he put his books into the backpack, rushing out of the classroom.

“Wait up for me! Carlos!” Jake shouted as he ran breathlessly.
“Hurry up! We don’t wanna be late for picking up mulberry leaves at grandpa Lee’s backyard.
“And the delicious spring rolls too…” said Jake with his angelic smile.

Going to the Lees’ after school had been a ritual for both Jake and Carlos since they first went to elementary school. And they really enjoyed themselves there because the Lees were a nice old couple that provided a secure and educational place for kids. They were retired from the local teachers’ college; Mr. Lee taught molecular biology while Mrs. Lee was a devoted English and German professor.

The enormous backyard of the Lees consisted of a green house, a swimming pool, and a beautiful garden. Since Mrs. Lee had a green thumb, there were all sorts of flowers according to the seasons. Her favorite flower was peony, the snow-white kind. At the back of the yard stood three old mulberry trees; and these were the food providers for Carlos’ and Jake’s experiments. They also bore large, juicy fruits for the Lees. Mrs. Lee loved using the fruits to make jam or tea. The neighbours all received their homemade gifts every year.

Behind the backyard was a small forest that spread out to the sapphire mountain. Sometimes Mr. and Mrs. Lees would take the kids to go hiking and have a bath of Pythoncidere. The zigzag trek was a challenge for children but a wonderful place to let them embrace the beauty of nature and exercise both body and brain because Mrs. Lee loved to put up some interesting mental exercises for those future leaders of the nation.

…To be continued.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Phlegmatic response

Finally R has contacted me and we had dinner last night. It was great seeing him after such a long time. I remember the time I was in the States and my visit to L.A. Boy, time really flies!

I called Da-Bei on Thursday, talking about his new school and his son. I miss that little kid. Oh, the time I had to take care of him and his mother and prepare meals for them. That was an unforgettable experience.

Incorrigible book-aholic me! I bought four books about neuroscience last night at Eslite. Giving the notion of brain’s plasticity, I believe I can do it in this new field and come up with some new methodology to help Asian students or other ones in general learn a second language more efficiently. I love the phrase, “Use it or lose it”, because it simply implies as long as we desire to learn, nothing is impossible!

As for the sit-in protest, I want Mr. Chen to step down as well; yet my response to whether I want to take part in the activity is phlegmatic. I think there is something more effective we can do to depose the president. Sit-in protest is just a passive way.

After dinner, R and I took a promenade around New York, New York. He told me that brought back lots of memory about his last stay in Taiwan. As for me, I didn’t feel anything. In fact, I never like Taipei; I always I feel I’m just a passerby, waiting for another destination…

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Salinity Soars

Isostacy

Salinity soars
With an ancient past
Bonneville drained
As eons ago
Great Salt Lake roars
In a bi-direction sophisticated road
Flowing into a miraculous combination
Pink mirror with green floor
Extending a picturesque tempo
Why can’t anyone stop for a moment
Pondering on the wisdom of Nature
Melting glaciers evaporate
Sustaining forces dismiss
Causing enormous rebound
Like mankind
We all miss
The purity of love and a peaceful mind
Conflict will forever exist
If the support of charity subsides
Like isostacy
Leaving our offspring
Nothing to shore up

Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Value of Existence

Value of Existence

Who are we to judge
Others’ lives and beliefs
Some are just obnoxious
Some are very understanding
Who will you choose
To be friends
Who will you regard
As enemies
If you take everything too seriously
Rage might turn into revenge
Think slowly
Value of existence
On this planet, lovely
The sun never ceases shining
Even though clouds still emerge
Hence we can be happy
If we want, really…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Hatchet Job

Is any one of us immune to a hatchet job? How would you tackle this sort of thing should it happen to you? My immediate response to this question is: no matter how hard you’ve tried, there will always be criticism, be the constructive, or the destructive . The point is our attitude toward the inner selves.

A Chinese proverb goes like, “Tall trees cause wind.” Jealousy is an inborn entity, which makes human beings diabolic sometimes. We live in a competitive society; and everyone wants success. Yet there are some who would do whatever it takes to achieve their targets even with inhumane and immoral means to step over somebody's head.

A better world requires benign competition and great cooperation, it also demands us be selfless and willing to share resources with others. Nonetheless, how many of us can totally rid our natural weaknesses of jealousy and wicked hatchet jobs? There are still many lessons we must learn in life if we want a better tomorrow.

By the way, I read an article discussing issues in our olfactory sense. How interesting to know this less studied and emphasized sensory mechanism is actually a very essential part of our existence. A lot of memories can be triggered by the olfactory stimulation. My favorite flavor is citron, which makes people more alert and refreshed. Lavender let people feel more relaxed and restful. A vanilla smell can even stop people’s craving for more food. So, what is your favorite one?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Lullaby of Crickets

Lullaby of Crickets

Midnight lord
Scribing work
Somebody has forgotten his note
Lines of characters
Runs of practice
The ultimate goal is a daunting road
Stars’ whisper
Teetering willow
Summer has begun its role
Leaves of gold lilies
Tons of loquat trees
The ancient magic is a living legacy
Columns after columns
Hours after hours
Eyes are already sore
Moonlight tells me to go
No worries for tomorrow’s score
Let the lullaby of crickets
Place a wonder word
Into my exhausted frontal lobes…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Lashing out French

Jean-Jacques Goldman is one of my favorite French singers. The first time I learned about his music was in Swiss. C invited me to her family for dinner and we were talking about concerts during the Jazz Festival. Both she and her husband loved Jean-Jacques Goldman a ton; and they played some of his music to me. As soon as I heard his song, I knew I fell in love with his music.

Years later, I still listen to Goldman from time to time. Sometimes the radio would play his music too. How interesting it is that music can trigger our memory, the one with vivid images of people, things, and stories. I really hope someday I will go back to Swiss for a visit and perhaps live there for a while. After all, I have very special feeling toward this picturesque nation.

If one wants to find out how well he acquires a foreign language, he can ask himself whether he dreams in the language or he curses in that language when getting really ticked off. At times, I would just burst out a bunch of French expletives when rage takes over me. Oh, well, I don’t lose control of my temper often but it hits me sometimes and I would just lash out French…

So, tonight after talking to a friend on the phone, my mind switched to French right away. I thought: wait a minute, why is this happening? I have no idea, really. And after stepping inside my room, I realized I had Jean-Jacques Goldman’s CD lying on the top of my desk ready for me to play…

Monday, September 11, 2006

Rumination

I’m reading a book called “The Executive Brain: Frontal Lobes and the Civilized Mind” by Elkhonon Goldberg. It’s an interesting read about brain science. I wonder what my frontal lobes react each time I ponder on something, especially the one concerning highly intellectual activities.

Frontal lobes are regarded as CEO in our brain, the ones that control intention, insight, and strategy. They were called a “silent organ” for many decades in the neuroscience field; and neurologists and scientists didn’t recognize their importance related to cognition and mind until recent years.

Now, I get to read various studies and researches about brain and I have to admit it’s not an easy task to understand everything. However, it’s always refreshing being able to challenge myself for I like to ponder on complex issues and try all I can to come up with solutions.

Again I would like to see how people’s frontal lobes work when they are doing certain things. For instance, I saw a group of ABCs (American Born Chinese) last Saturday after work. I was on the bus when I heard them speaking English. I could tell they’re native speakers by their accents. Then suddenly they did code switching talking about going to some sort of concert in Mandarin. I was mesmerized by the way they did the code switching, exactly the way I can manage too. Now, obviously those teens were raised bilingually and their language proficiency is no doubt great.

Although we are geared toward the specific language areas in brain when it comes to studying brain and language, I wonder what kind of influence the frontal lopes have on the brain activities. When a person’s frontal lobes are damaged, he might lose the ability in cognitive integration albeit the normal capability in moving, speaking, or even retaining new information.
The point is how much impaired frontal lobes will influence an individual’s language acquisition. And does that mean if the individual has already acquired his first or second language well and he will not be affected by the frontal-lobe impairment when applying fundamental linguistic skills save the skills associated with cognition? Are we able to devise solid and reliable tools to do experiments so as to find out answers? It will be awesome to conduct research based on these speculations…

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Exit of the Wind

For all my high school buddies at the exit of the wind...

Exit of the Wind

College entrance exam
Somehow bound us as fate
Forever seventeen
Lay afar like jazz in a band

Naivety of youth day
Cigarette in your hand
Pretend
A road trip already began

Afternoon bell
Article on the desk
Who would be our next candidate
The yearbook was a complex game

English, math, and other subjects
Spiraled up like a furious flame
Obtain
The chance to the ivory tower train

Alma mater’s laugh
A novel of Freud
Twirl
At the exit of the wind

Although we will never be young again
I’d like to draw memory with a pen
Mind’s dance
Colorful windowpane
And the Mandarin teacher’s faith…


Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Why Bother

Sometimes we all want to grap something from the past, an old friend, good old time, or simply a memory. Have you ever found yourself doing everything possible to catch a trace of your old times? Have you ever wondered what had happened to your oblivious high school days?

We all have to face a different stage of life as time moves on; and I rationalize that it is actually not too beneficial to live in the memory. As a human being, one will encounter thousands of people along his life path on this earth; therefore, we don’t need to feel pity or upset when time has left us some certain impulse to search the long lost feelings or things and yet nothing indeed happens.

I know it is a natural reaction seeking one’s past or friends but what are important factors lie in our perception and attitude towards our inner selves. Maybe you haven’t used your frontal lobe enough and it’s getting rusty as you age. Perhaps there is a kind of imbalance in your cerebral chemicals. You name it!

Thus why bother so much whining about life and waste your breath in meaningless things? I still believe one must live up to his best and try hard to locate his position in this universe. What is your core value in life, money, fame, or something else? What is more critical to you, wealth or wisdom? I love to lead an affluent life but I would rather choose wisdom over wealth if I really have to make a choice. What about you, my friends?

To be proud or not to be proud

Many years ago, I was a student at the U of Oslo, studying Norwegian and preparing to get into the British and American study program. Just before the spring break, I decided to pay a visit to my good friend, D, in France. I went to the French embassy to get the visa application form.

The lady heard I was applying for a tourist visa and simply handed me an application form and told me what I needed to prepare. Since I had lived in France for two years, I knew how one should do to make a French person “happy”. I used fluent French to communicate with the beautiful lady, not to impress her, but to show her I tried my best and had learned her language… Then she suddenly asked me where I was from. “Oh, Je viens de Taiwan,” replied I. Next came a silence and she looked at me and said: “Then, you must prepare extra documents.” She then pulled out another sheet of paper to circle what it seemed to me a daunting task to accomplish in a two-week’s time. I was surprised to learn that I needed to get a medical exam, a proof of medical insurance, an official invitation from my friend with authorization from the local police department, and an official letter from my school, let alone the other regular papers such as bank statement.

I then felt some sort of discrimination and asked the lady why I must prepare so many things. I told her I didn’t remember I was requested to do those things when I did the same application in Swiss. She coldly said rules had been changed. Whatever she said did not convince me at all. I knew it’s because I was from Taiwan… When I walked out the office, I angrily ditched the form into a garbage can. Later that night, I called my friend and told him I wasn’t going to France…

Well, I told this little story in order to let you know being Taiwanese doesn’t make me feel proud most of time when I was abroad. Westerners never understand Taiwan is de facto a country and we are denied with such an identity in the international community. Being rejected to join the UN and WHTO tells us we are second-class citizens in the world. People are amazed at Taiwan’s economy and high-tech advances, but the heck with that! All I want is an equal treatment in the global community. What kind of country is that when its president wants to stop over other countries yet being refused? How pathetic is it that we and other government officials keep deceiving ourselves? Establishing diplomatic ties with those destitute, small and island nations cannot really help us to gain recognition in the global community. Don’t you get it? Why do we keep throwing money in the gutters? If it is used to help out the poor, I have nothing against it; yet is it truly used in the right place? Look at what our country has become since the DDP has taken over? I was glad to see the party take over the regime but after six years, nothing has made us better! And now there is a sit-in protest to ask Mr. Chen to step down. If Taipei is paralyzed, maybe he will resign himself?

However, I doubt people will take up unison to form a powerful force making our president to relinquish his post. After all, we are a people that is infamous for its selfishness and lack of team spirit. “Everyone only sweeps the snow in front of his door.” is the best description for thousands of years. May I ask how many of us have got rid of this deeply rooted traditional thought which was passed on to us from our ancestors?

To be proud or not to be proud? I feel ashamed whenever I see people from China. Almost everyone I have met can tell you that he or she is from a grand country with a kind of incomparable indignity. Where is then our stand? Again, if we are to unify with China, are we willing to renounce democracy and embrace communism? And will there ever be democracy in China?

Deposition act is still under way and going on fervently. I also have an idea. Why doesn’t Mr. Shih tell citizens of Taiwan to write a letter to Mr. Chen? I bet with millions of letters going to the presidential palace, it would make our president do some real self-reflection. And if they dare not to receive the mail, let all the media stand by and do a firsthand coverage of the news and I reckon the international community will also pay some attention to this never-will-get-a-real-identity country and recognize we are also people that deserve some respect and we are on the way to real democracy. The balance of power in the world should include us too!

Friday, September 08, 2006

Dans Ce Monde

Dans ce monde

Dans ce monde
Où se trouve l’enfant qui
Aime la mer en rose

Dans ce monde
Où on peut voir le vent
Qui dort en valise

Dans ce monde
Je reprends tout ce que
J’ai eu depuis long temps

Dans ce monde
Je pars encore une fois
Sans parler à quelqu’un d’autre…
Ecrit par Jerski Bjorksen

Thursday, September 07, 2006

The Shadow of the Wind

Like rain-drops
Pattering
Like wild-crops
Rattling
Your silhouette sneaked in
The deserted campanile
On a blue winter eve
Hidden love
Wicked revenge
And disgraceful humanity
Each one played a frightening beat
When the bell struck vehemently
The whole world would hear
The shadow of the wind
Singing a grimacing melody
Penetrating a forgotten mystery
On this peninsula of Mediterranean Sea


Written by Jerski Bjorksen


Last night I spent six hours reading “The Shadow of the Wind” and by the time I turned to the last page, it was already 7 am! I have to say Zafon is really a great writer and his novel is definitely an enjoyable read.

Love could be so poisonous that a person might become so illusive and lose all sobriety. Love can make a person deeply attached to a special individual; and yet embrace someone else when solitude and loneliness strike. Among all the characters, I love Nuria the most. Her letter to Daniel was something that touched me and I knew there were tears welled up in my eyes after reading her words…

The fear of knowing when your foot will be set into a coffin is enormous, but being betrayed by a dear friend and threatened by his or her assassinating scheme is apprehensive as well. It’s hard to get rid of the scar after hurting someone. Neither apology nor can repentance erase the permanent damage in a relationship or friendship. That is why we all need to learn how to forget and forgive…

Well, looks like the autumn has arrived. I noticed yellowish leaves lying on the sidewalk tonight while I was on my way to a bookstore. The cool rain also brought a little chill into the quiet sky in Taipei. I thought I saw my own shadow in the wind, too…

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Self-defense

Self-defense

Garden of yellow reef
Tantalizing tropical fish
Bubble of blue eel
Embellishing a pristine and white oasis
Who the heck are you
Intruding my territory
Camera and ridiculous monkey outfit
Chasing me incessantly
Every turn I take
Every move you catch
All this drives me absolutely crazy
Don’t step over the line
Or my venom-filled barb
Will charge an inexorable
Self-defense
Right through your beating heart
Leaving a pool of bloody ink
Adding another hue of labyrinth
To this forbidden and oceanic Sistine
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

The Influx of Positive Thought

In “Scientific American” (volume 17, number 4, August/September, 2006), there is an article titled “Turning off Depression” written by David Dobbs. It is an essay about Dr. Helen Mayberg’s studies in depression and how she found the mysterious relationship between depression and the brain activities in Area 25.

I was very intrigued by her studies and had a fun read about it. Dr. Mayberg conducted experiments to test her assertions concerning the hyperactive Area 25 and its connection with severe depression. She had some healthy subjects think about sad thoughts and scanned their brains when tears fell down. The images showed depressed frontal activity and a very active Area 25.

My immediate thought shifted to: if we make certain adult subjects think positively about their second language acquisition, will there be any obvious brain activity shown in the areas of Bronca and Wernicke? And what will PET or fMRI images show? Will positive thought influence a person’s language learning in terms of neuronal activity stimulated in the specific language area in brain? How much will the positive thought affect an individual’s language study and how much positive thought is enough so as to cause relatively phenomenal changes? I would like to conduct experiments to find out answers to the aforementioned questions.

I truly admire those who are like Dr. Mayberg and hopefully it is not too late for me to dive into Cognition and Neuroscience. And of course my primary interest lies in the area of first and second language acquisitions and their relationship with brain activities. If certain depressed people respond to CBT (cognitive behavioral therapy), would it be possible that people could also respond to CBT to break the “spell” saying adults can never master another foreign language like, their counterparts, toddlers?

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Sound of Heart

This poem is for the linguanova kid in the remote village of Taitung County.

Sound of Heart

Voice of cricket
Enlarged the face of Jupiter
On a birthday eve
Getting ready for chemistry and French
I scattered a handful of wishes
Who would bring spring of dream
And send off the rotten preaching
Weaving threads of burning beam
Into an ocean green
Like a mountain
Like a fountain
I heard
Sound of heart summoning
Follow me
Follow me
Why did logic and reason obliterate
The call of basic instinct
If others wanted to go with the flow
I would rather travel unconventionally
Speed of light
Wave of tsunami
None of them could stop me
From pursuing another victory
Life isn’t that thorny
We are often
On the contrary
Our own adversity
Through all ages and eternity
Written by Jerski Bjorksen

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Tomato Tie~ Chapter 2

“Mother! I’m home!” Waalt shouted as he entered the spacious four-section compound.
“Oh, you’re early today. Would you like some red bean soup?” Waalt’s mother, Elisa, asked.
“No, I’m not hungry and I’d better get ready to help out in the garden…”

Walking toward his room, Waalt thought why he must do this ritual weekly and whether his mother would ask him something else besides offering red bean soup. He knew mother meant well but he wished there was more of communication and interaction.

As the bedroom’s door was pushed open, Waalt immediately noticed something was wrong: one of his books was apparently taken out and put back because it slightly stuck out compared to the other aligned ones. His meticulous manner with certain things was an innate attribute as he always told himself.

Then, he quickly groped under his bed to make sure the little mahogany box hidden in a small drawer was there. Waalt spent two nights surreptitiously making this personal treasure safe. Unless one completely dissected the bed, it would be hard to perceive there was another covert world full of dark secrets and overwhelming enlightenments of Waalt's…

“Shit! It’s already 7:05. I got to go down to the garden otherwise father would be furious,” said Waalt. He calculated and decided to fix the problem he just found in his room later tonight while running rapidly to the lush green vegetable 'hell'.

“Good morning, father! I’m here,” saluted Waalt.
“Hmm, start work now,” answered sternly James.
“Gosh, I hate it when he says that, just freaking gets on my nerves…” murmured inside his head as Waalt reached a sickle. The half-crimsoned tomatoes seemed to show off their brawny bodies and laughed that Waalt had to work again under his father’s twisted dignity.
“Damn the tomatoes! Keep laughing as much as you want now but soon I will let you guys know who is really in charge!”

…To be continued.

Echo of September

Echo of September

Leaves
Falling down
On the blue mirror
Tell a magical anecdote
A fairy’s songs and summer night’s love
Tenderly brush
Circles
Running off
From the seasonal hearth
Emanate a wonderful chitchat
A genie’s gowns and spring morning’s dove
Softly touch
Echo of September
Memory full of hilarious blasts
Who would’ve thought
The shadow of autumn breeze
Will bounce back
Into a shielded heart
And oblivious epilogues
Written by Jerski Bjorksen