Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Rolling across Java

We're back from Bali and Yogya for a round of hot showers and real coffee, and tomorrow we take off for a weekend at the beach in Pelabuhan Ratu with friends.


We took the train back from Yogya, which is one of the world's great train rides. There was a really funny little kid in the seat in front of us who was wearing a plastic bag on his head like a hat. We made faces at each other, and then he shot me with a toy gun.


Outside was the usual panoramic view of mountains, trees and rice paddies. Did I mention this is a great train?

Monday, May 07, 2007

On the road again


My friend Laura Colbert is here from China for two weeks! Colbert of the funky pants. Colbert in all her Colbertiness. We are wandering around Bali so posts are/will be infrequent again for a bit.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Junk food of the week: Ginger brittle


These are known as "Ginger-Flavored Chips" (Kripik Rasa Jahe), but they're really like peanut brittle, minus the peanuts, plus coconut, ginger and sesame seeds. They're sweet and so gingery that they're almost hot like chilis. Ginger brittle is very sticky and should not be consumed by small children, unless you like having gluey sugar contrails on the walls and furniture.

Mystery theatre II

On my last weekend in Yogya, there was a shadow puppet play (wayang kulit) to mark the opening of a new government office downtown. As I understand it, performances like these aren't just celebrations; they're also spiritual events that help bring the new building harmony and good fortune.


The puppet-master uses the attached sticks to manipulate the figures. But where are the shadows? you may be asking. The answer is, we were in the cheap seats. To see the shadow side of the performance, you have to sit on the other side of the screen, where all the high muckety-mucks of local and regional government were sitting. Hence the bright light hanging in front of the puppets on our side, which you can see in the photo below. You can also see the dalang, or puppet-master, moving one of the puppets.


Being a dalang has to be one of the world's most demanding creative jobs. The dalang manipulates all the puppets and does all the voices, while giving frequent cues to the orchestra (which he cannot see) by striking a set of bronze plates with his right foot. He is a storyteller, comedian, singer, actor and political and spiritual commentator. He may dip into high Javanese, low Javanese, Indonesian, and even English during one play. Since wayang traditionally lasts all night, he performs for eight hours at a time while sitting cross-legged and constantly moving the puppets.


The screen was on a raised stage, and an entire gamelan orchestra sat between us and the puppets. Behind these singers you can see all of the dalang's puppets lined up. All the characters have to be present, even though most of them won't be used (there are hundreds of wayang stories and characters).

(Pardon the blurry photos; I didn't want to use my flash.)


Like all traditional arts, wayang is being challenged by TV, movies, etc. It's becoming more of a formal artistic and touristic event, rather than an ordinary expression of the culture. But it's clearly still lively and relevant. It was cool to see cigarette vendors, cold-drink sellers and other regular people gathered around laughing. To them this was clearly not a museum piece; it was just a good story.

As Inside Indonesia magazine points out, one of wayang's strengths is its ability to adapt to stay relevent: "When President Sukarno used to arrive everywhere by helicopter there was a period in the 1960s where the god Visnu would descend in the same manner. TV and video created a demand for faster action and more realism if wayang performers were to attract younger audiences. ... Sometimes the puppets even move through film projections of exploding volcanoes. These changes are popular with audiences. There are rock songs in the middle, comedians (pelawak), singers, and people get up and dance. In one wayang performance the dalang smashed his puppets in a manner reminiscent of Who concerts."

Friday, May 04, 2007

Missing dog posters


... are just as sad in Indonesian as they are in English.

If anybody's seen Jelly in the Yogya area, could you call the number here?

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Hot sauce for terrorists

Special Sambal (SS) started a few years ago with one warung, and has spread across Yogya like a wave of sambal kecap.


Their secret to success is offering inexpensive food to college students, along with a menu of 20 sambals with fun names like Sambal Terrorist and Sambal Smackdown.


I managed to try 7 of the 20 during my stint at school. I have to say the Sambal Terrorist was rather mild, but Sambal Horror, made with vicious little green chilis, almost peeled the roof of my mouth off ... in a good way.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Shoes, sandals, help with your Master's thesis


That's what this little store down the street from the school offers. Although I'm told what you usually get is not so much help with your thesis as a thesis itself, custom-written to meet the demands of your program. If you can't afford that, you can buy an old thesis from several years ago and recycle it.