Friday, August 8, 2008
An Update
Alas, the agonizing final week has begun...
Things are good but increasingly strange.
That is all.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Graffiti, Jogja Style
Too bad I ordered one online but they sent me the wrong size..
Care for a swim?
I have one of them all doing crouching spiderman poses.
The one on the bottom was the most insane little kid ever.
It seemed life half the time he was just screaming. This is not a poem.
The one on the right says "Study! Become [don't know the last word]".
Along the pillar in the middle/right, it says "Tribute to ML".
"ML" is slang for having sex, or "making love".
Sultan Sightings
Even though I couldn't see through the tinted windows of his Mercedes, it was still exciting to know that such a revered and powerful person sat inside - an embodiment of centuries of Javanese culture and tradition, yet thoroughly Western-educated and quite modern in many of his outlooks.
This is not to say that he is not without his detractors. Some see the entire power structure of Jogjakarta to be feudal and backwards. Others have told me that Pak Sultan is very corrupt. Many are put off by his various commercial initiatives for Jogjakarta, and would rather see another member of the royal family head the throne (my friend prefers Pak Sultan's younger brother, Joyokusumo).
Friday, July 25, 2008
Malam Jumaat Kliwon
Soon after entering, I was approached by a middle-aged woman in modest garb and a dark pink jilbab [Indonesian-style Islamic headscarf]. She inquired whereabouts I was from, whether I was still studying, and so on. I felt something was strange about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then she told me that she liked [to date] younger western men, smiling coquettishly. She invited me to chat with her off to the side, away from all the foot traffic. There she continued to flirt with me, though I couldn’t understand half of what she said. She asked if I was rich, whether I liked to “main-main cewek” [main = “to play”, cewek = “girl” or “chick”], whether I’d ever been with an older woman, and some other questions which seemed more vulgar but I couldn’t understand. She told me she was from Solo [about an hour from Yogyakarta by train] and that that night was her second time working at Parangkusumo (the first being on Selasa Kliwon). I want to find out if that is the general trend with the other prostitutes there. I need to visit a few times on normal nights to see what differences there are.
The whole space at Parangkusumo – from the square/courtyard to the beach – seems more enigmatic the more I try to analyze it. It is a place of contrasts and paradoxes. Prostitutes meet their customers next to the mosque. Islamic prayers are recited while supplicants channel the power of Java’s sea-goddess, Nyai Roro Kidul. It’s difficult to take it all in. At the same moment I was politely dodging the woman's advances, people were deep in prayer at the sacred rocks. Others were laying idly on the steps of the mosque and wall-less structures, while yet others sang the praises of their wares outside the courtyard, chatted with friends, begged, ate, shopped, performed, gave massages, watched the rituals take place, or had cheap thrills with prostitutes in nearby rooms. Everything seemed to clash yet there was no trace of conflict.
There were even more people at Parangkusumo this time than at Selasa Kliwon. I think malam Jumaat Kliwon is generally more popular that Selasa Kliwon. The majority of the visitors were men, with about an even age distribution among them. Most of the women there were involved either in the rituals, meditation, or in the selling of food, trinkets, massages, flowers (for ritual offerings), and sex. I didn't see many of them walking around to shop or eat. The only children I saw (one or two of them) had come with family members to partake in the rituals. There must have been at least 500 people there when I arrived around 11pm, and I was the only bule (Westerner) to be seen. The rituals being performed were not significantly different than those done on Selasa Kliwon, though it needs to be understood that what goes on there is this: individuals or small groups come to perform their own personal prayers - there are no elaborate staged performance-like rituals done. There are basic motions to be gone through when praying there, but it's by no means a scripted, scheduled event. People move in and out of the sacred rock enclosure the whole night.
on the rock has nothing to do with Christianity or any kind of crucifix. It's a common way to decorate the offering, according to my friend. There are various other ways also.
He's a Catholic man who comes regularly to pray.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Berapa harga itu?
I continued walking toward the main street, passing dimly lit food stalls and the odd idler. I paused briefly to watch a toad hop alongside a warung (temporary street stall), and as I looked up I saw a becak riding past and flagged it down. My intended destination, Via Via cafe, was about a half a mile up the street. I asked the driver how much the trip would cost. "Sepuluh" ("10 [thousand rupiah]"), he said. "Bagaimana dengan lima?" ("How about 5 [thousand rupiah]") I asked. He agreed, no contest. As we teetered along toward Via Via, my driver steadily pedaling through the cool night air, I began to contemplate the fairness the price I was about to pay for my ride. Five thousand Indonesian rupiah. That's about US $0.50. While I struggled with the potential ethical implications of the fare, the prices of American public transportation and Indonesian street food swirling through my head, we rolled right past Via Via. I realized it before we got too far, though, and stepped down from the becak, paying the man.
Just about everything is negotiable here - for better or worse. More and more, I'm impressed with how much the price of things can change with a little bargaining. But what is anything really worth, anyway?
... Fifty cents for a becak ride, two bucks for a long taxi ride, 75 cents for a simple meal at a street stall, two and a half dollars for combo number 5 at McDonald's, ten cents for parking assistance, six bucks for sex, three dollars for a two-hour Javanese massage (the real thing, as in an old lady coming to your house), one and a half dollars for a 3ft x 2ft batik painting (if you have the right connections), three bucks for a purse, a dollar-fifty for a beer, 30 cents for an hour of internet access...
The more I'm here the less sure I am of the answer to that question.