written/non-written things by me (from 2005-2008)

Monday, November 27, 2006

Re(pro)ducibility


I went to the fancy supermarket, Parkson's, to find some apple cider vinegar (for my ill tummy), apparently a western speciality not easily found in Shijingshan. Parkson's supermarket is loacted in the Fuxingmen area, around the city's largest subway interchange station. It's a characterless high-end, business and financial district. It's mirrored skyscrappers and manicured sculpture gardens (apart from the odd preserved temple) are found in any big city, in any country. It would never occur to me to take photos of any of this, but today, it occured to me. Though its as plain as day, "World Class Amenities" is to true urban development as Starbucks is to the local cafe.The reproduction of this "bigcityness" in city after city is ultimately the reduction of a city to its lowest common (commercial) denominators.
The vinegar is working, and I enjoyed the rare coffee, so I can't be too ungrateful. Thank you, global market accessibility.


Saturday, November 25, 2006

Some snow today!

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Friday, November 24, 2006

"Gini Coefficient"



Gini Coefficient?

Barbers in the Field.



Final cut from this SCENE.

In 30 minutes.

Small Change


Just look at these! They are colorful, delectable and nutritious; and they are purchased with the loose change in my pocket. They are impaled on long skewers, which are then poked through a Styrofoam cylinder, which is mounted on a bike. Which is presumably riden on dusty streets, behind exhaust pipes, etc. Here they are in an alley next to a dumpster. Does the yuck air stick to them? I used to care, but now I don’t. Behind the crabapples is a barrel selling roasted sweet potatoes. I buy these almost everyday. The sweet potatoes are crowded on the lid of the blackened industrial barrel. People usually pick them up, squeeze them and heft them up and down before they decide to buy. Despite all this, I eat the skin. I used to care, but now I don’t. And this is the gauge by which I measure all personal change.


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Thursday, November 23, 2006

Merry Thanksmas!

Well, though there is a big Thanksgiving get-together tonight at our teacher-fav restaurant "Big Windows", but ironically as pretty-much the only full-blooded American, I will miss the eating portion since I'm teaching class until 9:30pm. But I will make it for the later boozing portion at the 'bar' (formerly a tea house-but the teachers have convinced the managers to turn it into a bar just for us, because no bars really exist around here, and they play our music so...) But, surprisingly, I received many a 'Happy Thanksgiving' from some chinese people; and there were even special articles in the Chinese News about it, which, I guess, I find a little surprising as it is probably the only non-secular, non-commercial major All-American holiday. (which happens to be my fave!)

I am missing the family at Grandma's house this year. I love you all! But the holiday spirit's not lost in the East, it found me this morning on a heap of garbage outside my apartment. Right on time! My dumpster'd christmas tree was already kind of decorated with some shappy, dusty bows and a dangly star. Here I am giving it a shower. I think I will make my Glitter Mange pony the Angel.
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Canteen




Rest of the Scene from the Canteen.

Bathhouse Dog



Monday, November 20, 2006

All this week, you can find me here!

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The family that stayed.


About a 200 meters from this garbage-strewn rubbled field is a manicured main-thoroughfare, the China Radio International Building, a flank of glittering apartment towers, a new "hyper" supermarket chain, a subway station, an enormous well-kept scultpture park, and some carnival fairgrounds. Its an area being redeveloped as the Central Recreation District. Its about 30-40 minutes from Tiananmen Square. However, as far as I have seen, this is the only parcel of land that looks like this for miles. And this family lives there.
Article about Beijing's rapid redevelopment/gentrification and the consequences for regular people forced to re-settle: "Old Beijing worries about the 2008"

"So they can watch TV in Heaven"

Haze

A Gathering Around a Double Parked Car. 5 30 AM.

Market



For some reason in the middle I turned the camera, stupid.

Small Solicitations.

Crab apples on a stick on a bike.
A rare performer on the typically stoic Beijing subway.
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Technical Machine

Though even peasants have cell phones and many people walk around with little mp3 players dangling around their necks, self-service/vending machines are not apart of the gizmo/gadget landscape here in Beijing as much as they are in Japan, or at home-- with our profusion of drink and snack machines and spinny sandwich/pudding dispensers in most anyplace where a person could possibly be caught 1 minute without a food/beverage option.

Actually, ATMs are everywhere, but, here, I have only seen two vending machines, ever. First: a pespi machine in a home appliance store up the street; and the other, a canned coffee/tea machine in the airport terminal. That's all. But it makes sense. In the most populous country on earth, what's the need for labor-saving devices all over the place. There are plenty of people to employ and plenty of them would take any job, even if its just wiping pay phone hoods.

As of 2 days ago I can say that the THIRD VM is directly under my apartment! I noticed it the other night when I came upon a mass of old people huddled around a disquieting white glow outside the police workstation. Its just a water refill machine, quite commonplace the states, but this is fact extremely rare here. I have my 5 gallon jug of "mountain" water delivered on a bike trolley and then hauled up the stairs and then flipped upside down for me. But this "TECHNICAL MACHINE" delivers unto you FRESH OXYGEN CLEAN POWER HEALTH (in the form of water) 24 hours a day, without having to pay a percentage to the woman answering the phone to take the order, or the man that cleans the bottles, or the bike delivery guy. Just ease, quickness, and self-service. And right in our neighborhood, a place devoid of any such flashy technoligical modernity, apart from the jungle gym.

So coming home today, I noticed (because who wouldn't) the big inflatable bottle and the young color-coordinated 6 person marketing crew. They were handing out water samples (!), showing the people how to operate it, and generally making sure that people do use it rather than just walk past it staring curiously. I took a refreshing water sample from one of the smiling crew members and thought, Well at least they're saving no labor today.

PUSH THIS BUTTON!

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Sanlunche Race




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TIE.
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Mild Oats.

About a week ago I bought some oatmeal. This was kind of a big decision considering that I have been eating mung beans for breakfast everyday for the past several months, with energetic results. But also, since I've been carbo-rationing, apart from fruit, sweet potatoes, and the one bag of Guoba (my favorite soybean rice crackers) a day. So its not really a ration, but I don't eat much big carbohydrates (oats, rice, noodles, bread, etc) with meals. So, well, yuck. I have felt aweful since the return to oatmeal (I ate oatmeal everymoring for years) and there were a few days of mild depression. I've been sluggish during my running and kind of impatient (not really, but noticable to me). Digestion is weird. It makes no medical sense, as oats are good for all the opposite reasons, energy, fiber, etc.
Yesterday, I fell when stepping off the bus and was trampled a bit by the people behind me. I landed in the arms of an advertisement kiosk and my borrowed comicbook "Critical Theory" went flying into a pile of dirt. It was silly and I was a little hurt but no one paid any mind. Then I suddenly realized, straightening out my skirt, that this oatmeal was a mistake, and was the source of all my more recent moans and woes.
I've gone back to Mung. Routine is a faith in practice. I've even started drinking apple vinegar. I believe all of these things will set me straight again. Who knows what the week will hold. I will not be a whinger (J's word, its irish for whinner).

Friday, November 17, 2006

OPERATION! EVADE WIGGLEFIRE!

Mission: Make it to the far end of the schoolyard UNSCATHED. Destination TARGET: that circle door way way way in the background.

First, I walked from the building right into their Multiplication Lair. Then I thought "Whoa" and I pulled out my camera as a deflector shield, thinking also that maybe they'd be on good behaviour for the Press. Then they were all "AHHHHHHH! WE'VE GOT BLUE SCUDS AND SOME OF US HAVE CLUNKYBUG GOLDENRACERS. ahhhh! TAKE A PICTURE OF MINE!!!!!"
ahhhh. "TAKE A PICTURE OF MINE ITS THE BEST ONE. HERE, REAL CLOSE. I WILL PUT IT RIGHT ON YOUR LENS!!! AHHHH!!!!

ZAAAAAAAAA!!!!! I'M HIT!
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Too my advantage, many were crushed in the PANIC!!!!
I successfully grounded a few into the bushes (...just kidding they fell over by themselves) and then I darted triumphantly for the Circular Portal to the Base Camp in SatelliteMissile City! Wheewww!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

"Give to you"


During the break little Jerry, William and a several others came up to me and asked me to please speak chinese with them. (They love it so...)I did, of course. Then William grabbed my hand and kissed it then he hugged me and kissed my cheek (a first!); and I hugged him back and kissed his cheek back (a first!); and then all the kids clamored to me for cheek kisses. And I kissed them all; and I was reciprocated with kisses and hugs and hug-leg-attachments. And the bell rang and we all climbed the stairs still attached, like a bog creature emerging from a swamp covered in vines. Vines of love! And all the lovevines have squealing little mouths. And the whole scene is an ghastly terror. A terror of love! Then during class Jerry tucked these three notes into my hands everytime I walked up and down his aisle. Though the "I lv u" one was folded into an airplane and launched toward me when I was lecturing during class. I opened it up once I turned my back from the students, and how happy was I?

They remind me of many a love letter from not-little-boys. I prefer the ones that stay like this forever.

Season's Turn


My lovable student "William" in front of a stock pile of winter cabbages. Today all the kids were wearing their new school track suits, presumably their warm winter track suits. Us teachers were a bit dismayed when all 400 of our students came padding toward us yelling Hello! Good Afternoon Teacher! and all (now) looking the same. Before they dressed in their own unique colorfully unmatched finest. But as 1st graders this is the first time to be big kids wearing school uniforms. Say Hello, kids, to what you'll wear everyday for the next 10 years! A momentous transition.

As for the winter cabbages...every morning I'm passed up by ladies on bikes with these big cabbages (and also enormous bunches of leeks) loaded up in baby seats and wrapped with twine around bike racks, front and back, or where ever one is made to fit. Last night, my friends and I passed an immense mound of cabbages carcuses on the street. My chinese friend explained that these were stored up for the winter, as was the tradition in the "olden days" when food was harder to come by. But now the practice is a tad unnecessary, as cabbages, along with every vegetable imaginable, are in plentiful supply in the markets. Despite this they are still collected in heaps and tucked in odd spaces, such as between the bars of apartment window boxes
and stock piled at random, as seen behind William in the school yard. The scuttling about for winter preperations, a sign of the impending turn. I hope I'm ready too.

Monday, November 13, 2006

ODEO

Send Me A Message

Sunday, November 12, 2006

When I get steamed up...



This evening, I was walking my private students from my apartment. I usually see them off. One the way back, I stopped at the entrance, as there was a large pile of tea kettles of varying densities and shapes. Most all of them were heavy and filthy and very old. I group of older people were gathered around the tea kettles; and they had set up a table right next to it to sell brand new shiny tin kettles and double steamers. Their are no ovens here, few microwaves, few refridgerators even (at least in many of the apartments I've seen). I have a water dispenser that heats the water from my 5 gallon jug, but it doesn't get piping hot, and the Beijing winter will require piping hot mugs of tea...

I picked through. The group gathered around me and we started chatting. One man actually told the other men that maybe they shoul slow their speech. I was grateful for that. See, sometimes they assume that because you can say a few things quite naturally that you are also capable of having a full on conversation. This is so not the case, of course. We chatted about this one really heavy iron kettle that I was examining. One man told me it was 65 years old... that's a Cultural Revolution kettle, maybe even a Great Leap Forward Kettle! I opened it up, the unsmooth metal interior was thickly coated with sand. I don't imagine it could ever be clean, nor ever producing decent tasting water. I put it down and peaked around the back and under the pile where I found this little baby kettle. Just a cheap and lite single cup kettle, I suppose I could find it anywhere in the market. But it was one of my neighbors' kettle and they let me have it, as a gift. Its nothing but it made me pretty happy for a little tad of a turn up the stairs.


Why? Maybe because I can see it dangling off my bicycle panniers when I take my long bicycle trip to the southwest of China next March (only 3.5 months!). I imagine I'd pick up a small piece of coal cylinder (what most people use to cook food and heat their homes) and keep it with me to boil up some water when I'm camping or resting. I know I haven't written anything about it, but my impending bike trip through Guizhou, Yunnan, and Sichuan provinces is one of the main reasons I came to China. But I suppose the details have been steeping, but soon, I hope, they will be ready.

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Saturday, November 11, 2006

Starting to Congeal?

I had a lot to say about my adult class the other night. It was one of those exchanges you don't want to forget, a real east-meets-west-er. I had a lot to say and I kept coming here to put it down, but its too much too write. I couldn't just write the bare bones of what I said and what they said. I'd spin off into territories of self-introspection. Which maybe I don't need to do. Hannah, let's just remember the moment when you let the class break and you went to the bathroom to wash the marker from your hands and then you looked up and into the mirror and smiled and laughed and thought "oh geez this is exactly what I had in mind" one and a half years ago.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

I GOT CHOOOOSED!

Thanks to another of Kristin's supergreat links (@ her blog "k-money makes it hot!") I discovered the global photo-project SCENE FROM MY LIFE. The 4 year running project spans the globe, has recieved more than a million viewers, and its totally wonderful. The idea is simple: they select a photographer from any city, any country. And he/she submits a photo for each day of the week for five days. Photos should document the mundane realities of life in that city. Glimpses from other cultures and daily routines and the smallest of wonders that make everyplace unique. Oh. I love it so much. Its a good good project. SO!

I emailed them with the address of my SHOESONAWIRE blog and then 2 days later, today, they asked me to take pictures for the project for the week of November 20th. Ahh! I am so excited to represent Beijing, China.


Above: one of my personal favorite photos taken last spring. Below: Just putting up some new little albums.


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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

I'm in a magazine.


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A New Color.




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Saturday, November 04, 2006

"Appearance of Solidity to Pure Wind"

Today I had a me-payday-day-off of picture-taking around Tiananmen Square for Africa Conference and BOOK buying at Xidan: Purchases were:
"Why I write" by George Orwell (quoted in title, originally referring to 'political langauge,' but it couldn't describe my current state any more perfectly.) and also "Conspicuous Consumption" by Thorstein Veblen. See, I haven't read a book in over a month, due to not having books I want to read and possible other diversions. But really all I want to read lately are academicy stuff or historically important esays for whatever reason, (they are most removed from actual life?), so alas now I have them. Book Reports for Pizza Coupons, I say.

Friday, November 03, 2006

CHINA AND AFRICA SITTIN' IN A TREE...


This week marks the beginning of the China-Africa Summit in Beijing. It is one of the biggest/most economically important conferences the city has ever held. The entire city has been cleaned up and decorated with immense posters of African wildlife doing there thing in front of sunsets; and there are various other smaller posters in subways and even department stores featuring black hands high-fiving white (I guess, Chinese) hands superimposed over more images of wildlife and aerial shots of waterfalls. Now I never lived in Washington D.C. so I don't know what they do when an mega-important conference is held, but I mean the city is designed for this very purpose. But here they are going ALL out. They even cancelled school, city-wide, so that it would lessen the typically horrifc traffic situation. So I went out to Xidan (a major shopping district) and Tiananmen Square to see upclose all the hub-bub.

But what's really bothersome is the intensified internet-firewalling. It's getting worse and worse. Here's a couple of sites that I have found are ALWAYS blocked: www.bbc.uk.co (although the BBC homepage does load. Its just a facade. Click on the articles and you get Error Page); RadioFreeAsia is also blocked for obvious reasons. I was surprised to find that I can now view Wikipedia after not being able to for a while.

But here's the a big suck: Since the cities been spic-n-spanning, I have not been able to use Google, at all. Which is hugely inconvenient since I use the translation functions, maps, and of course this blogger blog is Google hosted. Myspace is mostly inoperable, unless tricks are employed. And of course, I cannot see my own blog again (When I first got here I couldn't see it for 4 months until it miraculously appeared one day). So alot of stuff that I would typically read these days is being Anonymoused.

The forum IS a major deal, globally. There is a global race for resources and China is captializing on African markets that have been non-partnered by THE WEST. China offers trade partnership with nations without the troublesome political requirements like Human Rights. But China does expect that African trade partners would come to China's defense whenever its Human Rights record is criticized. Most notably, China gets a lot of flack from doing business with Repressive Rogue States, namely Sudan with its ongoing genocide in Darfur. (Here's a great NPR piece about the role of China in establishment of a peace agreement in Sudan )

Another non-economic, GOOD, thing I hope that comes out of all this AFRICA's our BBF diversity campaigning is that changes some of the outright racial discrimination. I do off-site work at a public school (not Aihua! we hire black people!) that said explicitly, in the beginning, that they will hire no blacks. And its commonly known that most black people looking for teaching work will have a very tough time. There is no legal clause which would protect potential employees from discrimination. Or, I don't know, if there were, it is not being enforced.

Meh. I dunno. I have been interested in the relationship between China and Africa for a few years, so its rather exciting to see it going down. China, is setting all the write tables for SUPREME POWERDOME.
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Manhole.

Tonight, when I was in a taxi coming home I passed a scene on the street. A bunch of men in construction hats and orange reflective visors were crouched around a man hole, some of whom where lying on their bellies with their arms dangling down inside. I thought they were draining it or doing something to it. We passed, I turned around, and then I saw the men pull up a person by the armpits. The person (from the little that I could see) looked rather limp.

Everyone be careful, please. I love you.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Postcard Challenge:: Preconception<-------->Reality

Connections:

Tonight I had my adult class warm up with little creative sentence-building exercise: Somehow link two typically unrelated things or ideas, doesn’t matter how you link them. For instance, Pencil and Toothache could become: “I gnawed on my pencil during class, so it gave me a toothache” Or “She picked up her pencil and ticked the box for toothache. But I asked her to tick the box for stomachache. I wanted to get out of P.E.” I gave them only 1 minute to develop whatever they could then they all individually shared. To my surprise, all of them had come up with elaborate stories, some of which were true, which pleased me.

Here’s what I have been thinking about since: Having the objects precede the thought--indeed trying “to make” the objects conjure up the development of the thought/connections, seems to reveal something about the process of associative thinking. Its not so random, maybe? It’s like noticing a spider repelling from a ceiling. First, you see the spider then you see the thin translucent strand. But the strand existed before you could see it. Perhaps the thought connection exists before you “think” them.

I like the idea of trying to link my thoughts; I mean, to do it conscientiously. Often times you have a seemingly random thought and perchance you might retro-fit the connection. Its work you might go back and do once you’ve stop thinking “mindlessly.” Why was I thinking about that? Oh because I just saw this. But is it an exercise to work the other way, to be mindful of what your trying to reveal?
I am reminded of a scene in the film Saving Private Ryan. An officer was lamenting to his captain (Tom Hanks) that he was having trouble remembering what his brother’s face looked like after being apart for so long. The captain said he had a trick. You can’t try to think of just the face itself. Instead, you must think about a moment with that person, and then the laughing, the crying, the long gaze of disinterest, whatever face is delivered alongside all the other details of the memory. But I suppose it’s not really a trick. I would think this is how our memory works usually (I think). The “trick” is making the process itself come to the surface, so that we can control what it is we are trying to see deeply buried. I think this is what we do when really think hard, maybe it's a softcore definition of deconstruction--To “work backwards” from the thing that we want to understand, traveling along the connections that led us to have that thought in the first place; and, all the while, stopping to consider how those connections were made in the first place. Maybe I could understand much about myself if I practiced this kind of “think traveling” within my everyday realm. I think I do a little.


Preconceptions:

After we finished the connections game I passed out a little article about “Paris Syndrome” afflicting a few Japanese Tourists. Just a bit from the article:

PARIS (Reuters) - Around a dozen Japanese tourists a year need psychological treatment after visiting Paris as the reality of unfriendly locals and scruffy streets clashes with their expectations, a newspaper reported Sunday.

"A third of patients get better immediately, a third suffer relapses and the rest have psychoses," Yousef Mahmoudia, a psychologist at the Hotel-Dieu hospital, next to Notre Dame cathedral, told the newspaper Journal du Dimanche.

"Fragile travelers can lose their bearings. When the idea they have of the country meets the reality of what they discover it can provoke a crisis," psychologist Herve Benhamou told the paper.

The phenomenon, which the newspaper dubbed "Paris syndrome," was first detailed in the psychiatric journal Nervure in 2004.

Bernard Delage of Jeunes Japon, an association who helps Japanese families settle in France, said: "In Japanese shops, the customer is king, whereas here assistants hardly look at them...People using public transport all look stern, and handbag snatchers increase the ill feeling."

A Japanese woman, Aimi, told the paper: "For us, Paris is a dream city. All the French are beautiful and elegant...And then, when they arrive, the Japanese find the French character is the complete opposite of their own."


At first I thought the idea of the Japanese tourists being so romantic and naive about the realities of major metropolis was just absurd and hard to comprehend. I believe that Japanese Society is very literate and typically cultured and have plenty of access to books, art, and film that would do a good job of toning down the grandeur and sparkle of their preconception of the place, lending Paris preconception more true to reality. But have they refused to take in anything other than the conception of Paris as a “Dream City,” could they have not anticipated the typical urban apathy and the mild disarray of a non-Japanese city? Have they never seen a real French film, which would definitely portray the city from a more dismal angle? Not those yearly dozen, looks like.

I suspect that the tourist is susceptible to the romance of the exotic and all of the pre-conceptions created by the glossiness of advertising and films. But this does not exempt them from something of a self-inflicted psychological trauma once the realities are faced. I suspect that though the making of false preconceptions is sometimes hard to avoid because it happens at such sub-thinking level such as when we are growing up and we listen, watch and reinforce what our parents do/say. But eventually we do grow up and we start to question the “reality” created by the family because we gather more experiences to balance it out. If the tourist tunes out the negative, then they are culpable in his/her own preconception-keeping and they share a hand in their own demise. It’s not so crazy that a few went crazy. I think everyone’s lives contain similar crisis of reality.

“Paris Syndrome” is an exaggerated example of what happens when we allow some preconception or idea(for instance, a fantasy about a new life, another country/culture, a new infatuation) to persist unchecked. Otherwise what would be mild disappointment can turn into psychological trauma, and we see this all the time when people have nervous breakdowns because they are trying to uphold a self-imposed fantasy which one can fail to attain. This ability to govern the direction of a fantasy by steering it toward a mirage and into nowhere or making turns to safer waters, this is an ability I hope to acquire.

Reality:
I am in China. And I don't know what I will do next. Lately, I was clasping onto a few “fantasies”, but now I need to do the work to avoid the painful syndrome that would have befallen me, surely. Though, not that acknowledging reality doesn’t have its own pains.

I'LL-SEND-YOU-A-POSTCARD-CHALLENGE: Find the connection in the photos. Hint: both were taken while standing in the same place.

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