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Today we’re posting a couple videos from Vietnam.  I know, I know, you think you’re over the whole Vietnam thing.  But guess what?  Vietnam’s a big country, and as much as I would like to say, “We nailed it in seven episodes and the Laurene at the Delta short,” that’s just not accurate.  The truth is that we need at least two more shorts to cover this complex society.  And we got ‘em.

These were shot in February, when principal photography had wrapped and I was able to turn my attention to some of those details that make life in Vietnam so unique.  I was always intrigued by the utilitarian aspect of Vietnamese society, by its people’s ability to make do with whatever works and not demand all the bells and whistles that mark any undertaking in the States.  The train crossing is a great example.  In America, where it’s often said that we value machines and automation at the expense of people, a human-operated train crossing would be unthinkable, or at the very least hopelessly outdated.  In Vietnam, where the biggest technological concern is air pollution from motorbikes (and lately the censorship of Facebook), it’s common-place.  So common, in fact, that there were stations just like this one only 25 yards in either direction.  Cynics might say that this is the communist influence on the country, a simple way of creating soul-sucking jobs that keep everyone busy.  Maybe there’s some truth to that, but the reason I found this station so interesting was because the workers’ spirits seemed to be as high as anyone’s.  I was able to observe them a couple times before this shoot (this crossing was near my apartment), and every time I saw these young women emerge from their small guard house and lower these barriers, they did it with enthusiasm.  Perhaps it’s that difference – that a Vietnamese person could do the same task every day and be happy – that explains why these train crossings exist.  No economic system can explain that kind of inner peace (though they’ve all certainly tried).  No, it seems to me that that the Vietnamese are able to be happy with their work thanks to the influence of Buddhism.  There’s more to that than I can pretend to know, but the more I learned about Buddhism while in Vietnam, the more I saw it reflected in daily life.  Maybe America doesn’t need hand-operated train crossings, but perhaps there’s something to be said for inner peace.
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The Jet Set Zero Italy crew is about to begin our last week of teaching (except for Lynne, our crazy little Scottish trouper, who is teaching through September).

Sarah and I have been assigned to a nunnery, where we will be teaching 25 children by ourselves with the help of the resident nuns. We may also be teaching with cameraman Bogden, who has volunteered to step in in case of emergency. Please wish us luck. We’ll keep you posted on our…progress. 3 minutes til we depart for school…! Yikes.

Sarah and I prepare for Day 1 at the nunnery with plenty of coffee and nutella. Sarah doesn't even drink coffee. The caffiene spike will add to the interest level I'm sure. If all else fails we can start adding Baileys Irish.

Some stuff you won’t see in the episodes:

Dinner with Boyfriend's Bro

Dinner with the BF's Bro

Via Piero del Francesca

Via Piero della Francesca

The Best Terrace in Milan

The Best Terrace in Milan

I’m working an insanely demanding job, with a long commute spread across many buses and trains, which take me a 10-hour stint of intense concentration.  Unfortunately, I’m still on our travel budget, which is still hobbling along after Japan.  So what sees me through the day?

DSC02962Starts with a 900 KRW ($.75) can of coffee.  I like this brand because it’s not packed with sugar, which usually just leads to a sugar crash midday, always an awful experience at this job.  Also, I ate some instant ramen: 600 KRW ($.50). Total: 1500 KRW ($1.25)

Then lunch…

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I have officially ended my employment at the penal colony. I mean,
Queequeg coffee house. Given time to reflect on my experience though,
I’m not sure that it’s entirely fair to draw the comparison I did
yesterday. Queequeg is an elaborate bureaucratic machine
created for the sole purpose of etching abitrary statutes into your
bleeding flesh— true— but, you’re certainly not the only person choking
down cotton felt.

My coworkers at Queequeg have made the experience human and
memorable. I was lucky enough to work with a diverse and generous group
of people, who surprised me constantly with their talent and warmth.

Thanks for the experience and I hope that this project honors it.

I like to think of Queequeg as a peculiar apparatus that was cleverly designed to seek out and shred every trace of dignity a man can hide. The apparatus has three parts: The Till, The Office, and The Crucible.

The Till, or register, requires me to swallow an endless series of minor humiliations from a firehose of zealous customers. They will not hesitate to degrade me over a nickel or dime overcharge, and would rather etch the mistake into my forehead than acknowledge my humanity. To them, guilt is beyond any doubt.

The Office— the supposed refuge from our customers teems with the rotten-sweet smell of bananas, stale coffees, and syrups. My addiction to caffeine is well-nourished, while my soul starves slowly and quietly.

The Crucible is the bar, which isn’t, as you might think, fueled by coffee, but rather fear and frustration. The apparatus feeds an endless stream of unmade drinks at me, with cryptic and constantly changing recipes. The transparency of my surrounding allows customers to get a truly pure look at my suffering.

The apparatus was carefully designed and maintained faithfully by the culture it has created. For the first six hours I feel nothing but pain, but after a short reprieve, I can finally purse my lips in concentration and understand— at last— its meaning.

Would you like a sample of my dignity?

Would you like a sample of my dignity?