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

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.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Welcome back to the way it was.

I watched a part of a pretty bad movie last nite; and Shirley McClaine was in it and at one point in the movie she said, "If you haven't been through a divorce, you haven't lived." It stopped Jennifer Aniston's character dead in her tracks. At another point in the movie J. Aniston is swept off her feet by her own father and they have sex and he asks her to break up with her fiance to spend an extended fling with him in the California Wine Country. I fell asleep so I don't know what she decides, but you know they weren't married, let alone divorcing, yet that sounds like living some kind of life to me. I think I've "lived" lived a decent amount so far. I remember every passion and the accompanying confused, maybe-irresponsible choices that tumble out when they are played upon. I remember every break-up I've ever been through. But that was before I took pictures. I will remember today. But maybe I will remember today more like the story my pictures tell than the way it actually went down. It was a weird day, but all at once, it was rather the same, but then while simultaneously being the same in dimension and appearance it was confusingly weird and wholly unclassifiable in terms of any other day I've ever "lived."

Monday, October 30, 2006

CHalloween (china + halloween)

Happy Halloween everypeople! I will really miss not being in Tucson this year for All Soul's Procession and all the fun of making masks outside of BICAS. FYI: Scott S. is holding my maskheadcreations from the previous 2 years if anyone needs to borrow. Meanwhile, we are Livin' it up between the Moon and Beijing City.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Sea Bag

Tonight, I attended another school banquet. My school sent some students to Ireland this summer and tonight was a show and tell: a night of preteens acting in skits and giving speeches and kind of singing songs, sort of. Best part, of all the best parts, was that it was in one of the many HYPER-GLORIUS sea food restaurants around Shijingshan. These places are bonanzas of golden tin foil and vaulted ceilings and mazes of aquariums of crustaceans and many a shark fin with red bows in frames, they even have two live SEA LIONS swimming fancy free in a little pool. And everyone loves them and never eats them! They call them Hai Bao, which literally means "Sea Bag" and I couldn't, oh so, agree any more! Here's just a little of the visual and epicurious glory.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Soggy.


I didn't go on a run tonight because I had a headache all day. Plus, I wanted to do something else. So I assembled a particleboard gun from a kit, watched some bits from an old Iranian movie called The Traveller about a misfit kid who hangs out in the Tehran alleys and takes pictures, then watched some photographers from my massive photography documentary on DVD. Its good. Everythings good. I went on a late night walk. I forgot to to take the toy gun. Came across a few characters and I was briefly interrogated by 2 police on bikes when they found me taking pictures of a little construction zone. No problems, I told them. I smiled a lot. Smiling helps. One of them patted me on the shoulder; though he didn't smile while he did it, it was still reassuring.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Gently Oxidizing.

Wuyi Public Primary School has been pretty rough on me the last 2 days. Everyday (except for Friday), I teach two classes of 40 six year olds. They can barely write and hardly read and have no english, which is fine, but there are 40 of them. The building is old and the corridors are echo-y. I have to speak in a booming head voice to keep their attention, but also I compete with the the unison chanting, screaming choruses and thunders from the other English teacher's classes up and down the corridor. Sometimes I feel I might faint from light-headedness. And lately, I have been getting yawn attacks in the middle of class, due to lack of oxygen, I suspect. I need to learn how to breath and boom-talk simulataneously. Today, I felt particularly defeated, which is unusual. My students are lovely and they are mostly eager, but their numbers are getting to me. I left the first period in a frustrated blur of "GoodByes"(evading the other teachers at our hangout spot). I had a brief moment padding toward the communal bathroom where I was thinking "This sucks. I hate this." But actually, I have never thought this before, never, ever in all of my teaching thus far. In fact, its been rather okay, with big ups and big downs, up until today. I quite like teaching. Certainly, this is just an off week. I needed to dissipate so I took 10 minutes at break and meandered in the old living quarters behind the classroom building with my new camera. This is where the school chefs, janitors, groundskeepers live, and maybe even the teachers, I bet probably even the teachers. I felt a whole lot better afterward. I call the pictures a "A place for it."

Bonus: After school I went to the market.

Bits from a Long Day, Tuesday.

(First, I show you these "do-selfs" to show the camera. This is the camera. The camera I bought yesterday. )


Can you find the lady below, above?

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

I bought a NEW CAMERA!

Oh Heck its happiness, techinically its FUJIFILM S9600 FINEEPICS. But I LOVE! Here are some, just some.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

SLIDESHOWS FOR YOU.

Textures and Reflectures
Oct 8, 2006 - 9 Photos

Postures
Oct 7, 2006 - 9 Photos

Trees, Lines, Lamps, Buildings
Oct 8, 2006 - 13 Photos

National Holiday and the NO+CH Festival

This last week was China's week of National and Mid-Autumn Holidays. I had no work. I didn't travel and I also had no camera. (And still don't, its beyond broken now.) But this week was truly great great fun. For the past 4 days I have attended a music event. The first was a fairly big Rock and Beer fest just up the street. That was okay, most all of the teachers went, and I got ot see Hang On the Box (pretty famous all girl Chinese punk band) and witness how the police march around the fairgrounds, despite the concert being the tamest I have ever been to. The last 3 nights were the real treat. I attended the Nordic and Chinese Music Festival (NO+CH) way faraway in Lido Park. It was in Nhu Loungewhich is pretty much the fanciest bar/restuarant I have ever been to and the crowd were the standard fashionable European and hipster Chinese artsy types. Everyone was dressed fabulously. (Even me!) The MUSIC was, no doubt, some of the best I have EVER seen performed live. The sets ranged from modal string jazz, to Guqin (chinese zither), to just mega-good DJ after DJ. The Nordic jazz and DJ artists were so different than anything I had heard before. My two favorite by far were the Ola Kvernberg Trio (upright bass, drums, and a virtuoso violinist) and Kim Hiothoy, a visual artists who I was familiar with, but had never heard his fancy-free funk beats. He had the glorius visualizations of scampering deer across landscapes of Urban dystopia but also scampering in space grids and there was a cartoonish vampire playing a synthesizer keyboard. in a some kind of space-time continuum of my dreams! I stayed each night dancing for hours and hours, in a HannahDanceTrance. And I made some party friends! Superbness!

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

I REALLY love Edward Vint FOREVER.




('05 Laguna Beach photos by David Bower (who I also love fvr!))

My name is Hannah Pierce-Carlson