Lihi: genetic engineering, Filipino style!

Today I was reminded of a unique Filipino belief while buying a birthday card. One of the women behind the counter spoke to the pregnant cashier. They were joking that I should spend more time near the cashier so her baby would inherit my pointed nose. This is an old myth here in the Philippines. The idea is that an unborn child’s physical appearance can be influenced by various factors, such as who spends time near the expectant mother. I read about this several years ago, but haven’t heard it mentioned since.

I talked with a couple of my Filipina friends/students about this later in the evening. They told me that this belief includes the idea that the mother’s diet can influence the child’s appearance. Eating dark foods, for example, causes the mother to give birth to a dark-skinned child. Eating spaghetti causes curly hair. The Tagalog language even has a verb for this—“lihi.”

The complexity of Filipino verbs never ceases to amaze me—there’s a verb for everything. There’s even a verb for experiencing sleep deprivation—a verb for not sleeping.

I presume that most Filipinos do not believe in “lihi” anymore. The students I talked to were nursing majors, so they obviously new about genetics. The cashier and her friend were just joking around. Regardless, it made for a fun cultural discussion and helped me to learn an interesting new word.

The "Pure" American and His Barong

Yesterday (Sunday) I had the opportunity to preach at University Baptist Church here in Manila (great experience). I wore a traditional white barong (they do communion on the first Sunday of the month, so all of the ushers and staff wear white shirts). I got some interesting looks later as I walked through the mall in my formal attire. I can’t blame the curious mall dwellers for staring—I guess I was kind of a walking contradiction.

Occasionally students will ask me if I am a “pure” American. Usually they are wondering if I’m part English or European. Believe it or not, sometimes they are wondering if I have Filipino blood (maybe they think I have a mestiza grandmother).

I always answer “yes,” but that is actually not such a simple question. I’ve been here for about four and a half years. This is my home. I’m still very American in some ways, but in others I’m not. I’m a walking contradiction, barong or no barong. Let me give you some examples:

*I can type text messages without even looking at my cell phone.

*I look both ways before crossing the street—even if it is a one-way street.

*I eat with a spoon and fork.

*I know the meaning of “barok,” “jologs,” “ebz,” “japorms,” and “social” (pronounced so-SHAL). I know that some of these terms are getting old and will be replaced soon.

*My favorite boxer has the nickname “PacMan.”

*I get annoyed or offended (sometimes both) when other foreigners criticize and stereotype Filipinos.

*I have more barongs in my closet than neckties (in fact, I’m not sure if I even have a tie here in my apartment—I think I left it in the States).

*I have a tendency to stare at other foreigners.

*I own a rice cooker (and I know how to use it).

*If I see an open tent with people gambling and drinking, I immediately look for a coffin. Speaking of which, I have preached at a funeral wake using a videoke machine as my sound amplifier.

*I ride jeepneys.

*I point using my lips instead of using my fingers.

*My friends call me a Bicolano.

*I think of “Kuya” as part of my first name.

*Being the only American in a room (or building, or entire mall) doesn’t make me the least bit uncomfortable—in fact, I feel quite at home.

*When in other countries I begin to desperately miss being with Filipinos (even when I’m in other Asian countries).

*I have translated for Filipino-Americans who don’t speak Tagalog (one of the more bizarre experiences of my life).

Does this sound like a “pure” American?