October, 2008

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Off to Beijing!

Friday, October 31st, 2008

Today I catch a bus to Changsha.  There I will celebrate Halloween and hang out with some people I haven’t seen since August.  Then on Sunday I’m catching a train up north to Beijing where I will be for the next week.

I’ll be staying with my old host family and catching up with people I know in the capital.  Then of course there is the fact that the U.S. presidential election is on Tuesday (polls actually close Wednesday morning here in China).  Hopefully I’ll be able to celebrate with the many other American expats in Beijing, might even go dancing all over Tian’anmen Square.

Post-90s Chinese Kids

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

This may be a new phrase for you, as it was for me when I first heard it.  Believe it or not “post 90s kids” (90后的孩子) is becoming a common phrase here in China, where the population is experiencing unprecedented social changes.  While most discussions on China’s population focus on the fact that they will have a very geriatric majority soon enough the Chinese youth are a far more interesting topic and will have a great impact on the future China we will all live in.  The post-90s kids are really the first generation to have grown up completely in the period of contemporary Reform and Opening, that is Deng Xiaoping’s great economic revolution that brought free market capitalism, cell phones, and the internet to the people.  Though us ’80s kids saw such changes too, the changes since 1990 have made the 1980s in China look like a bygone era of respectability and poverty.

When I first arrived here in Hunan I got back in touch with my old host brother, from my days as a high school student in Beijing.  He is now in his third year at a university in Beijing and this summer he worked for his school’s version of freshman orientation.  Over the phone he asked me: “What do you think of ’90s kids?”  “What do you mean ’90s kids?”  I replied.  He seemed astounded that I did not know the term and proceeded to explain himself and what he thought of this new generation.  “They’re so selfish, spoiled, and have no respect for anyone,”was his explanation.  Fascinating stuff, but I didn’t think too much about it till I found this article on China Smack.

China is all changes these days.  If you can’t read Chinese your likely to miss a lot of it.  Enter China Smack.  This absolutely amazing blog translates interesting posts from Chinese BBS, also called internet forums.  These BBS allow people to post stories and pictures, while also letting the greater public anonymously comment.  China Smack is filled with stories of sex, drugs, and rock and roll (no to mention anti-Japanese sentiment, police brutality, and stories of poverty).  These forums are often the best way to understand “which way the wind is blowing,” as one smart young man once said.  Danwei describes them well:

Internet fora, or BBS, were one of the first types of website in China to get young Chinese hooked, and they remain very popular. Chinese BBS are a refreshing contrast to the stodgy state media, and the cowed privately-managed media.

So it is no wonder I received the best description of who these “post-90s kids” are from China Smack and the world of the Chinese BBS.  My students are post-90s kids, as are the many Chinese students now in their first year of college.  Freshman year in America and western Europe may be characterized by care-free abandon, but here in China freshman starts with the exact opposite of a college party: one month of forced military training (军训).

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The Heathen Chinee

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

American prejudice against the Chinese during the nineteenth century interests me because of its sad place in our country’s history and because of how it showcases the American fear of foreigners.  The first federal law passed by Congress that specifically prohibited the immigration of foreigners based on their race was the 1882 Chinese Exclusion Act.  During the second half of the nineteenth century Americans of all types were flocking west in search of new exciting lives and the transcontinental railroad, that was then being finished, brought more and more people and goods west.  At the same time thousands of Chinese were being recruited on the streets of Canton (aka: Guangzhou) to come to America to mine gold and work for companies like the Central Pacific Railroad.  To the Chinese America represented a better life than south China in the late Qing era.  The Chinese name for San Francisco is 旧金山, Old Gold Mountain, which shows how the Chinese immigrants viewed this new world before their departure.  However, once the Chinese got to California life was anything but golden.

-Chinese cigar factory, San Francisco

I was reminded of this bit of American history this morning while casually flipping through my father’s copy of the 1941 edition of the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations.  Lately I have become extremely enamored of this book.  It’s short passages of the English language chosen at a time far different from today are endlessly captivating and expose me to people I otherwise would never have known.  The book really deserves its own blog post.

To get back to my point, today I looked up the word Chinese to see what I could find.  This led me to the works of Bret Harte, an American who in the late nineteenth century had written about life in California.  Miners and pioneers had been his main focus, but later in his life he had moved to Europe and settled in London and there he wrote a little poem entitled Plain Language From Truthful James, which was published in 1870.  This little poem became known to the American people as The Heathen Chinee and helped fuel the violent racial prejudice against Chinese immigrants that would eventually culminate in the 1882 Chinese Exclusion Act.  The poem was originally never meant to be an attack on the Chinese but rather “was written with a satirical political purpose” and was plainly a satirical attack on American racial prejudice.[1]  One of the quotes I discovered from this work was:

We are ruined by Chinese cheap labour.

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A Birthday Party, Business Trips, Sore Throats, Government Inspections, and I Vote for the Next President

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

This week has been slightly more interesting than most.  Once you think you’re nice in comfortable in China the rug gets pulled out from under you.

This week really started Saturday night with the birthday party for my friend Elvis.  He has lived in Huaihua for a few years and has always been a good friend and an unbeatable source of knowledge about the city.  I am by no means his only friend and for his birthday dinner a group of about 20 Chinese and foreign friends gathered in a really luxurious room to dine on 27 dishes.  The number of dishes is very important when eating out in China, but as I see it this is mostly used as an excuse to order more than one needs.  Regardless the food was fantastic, as a proper Chinese banquet should be.  Also my American friend Nicole who lives an hour north of me in Chenxi visited for the night and joined in the festivities.

As the long and well-lubricated meal wound down my English friend and I got out some party favors we had bought while shopping for fireworks.  There is an unbelievably huge market complex near the train station in Huaihua that seems to sell every manufactured good made in China.  It is the best place to buy school supplies, posters of Stalin, Chinese lanterns, shampoo, portable heaters, fake guns, and a gazillion types of party favors.  So after everyone was done eating we whipped out our best party favor: cheap plastic masks.

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Positive Reinforcement

Tuesday, October 21st, 2008

Chinese Calligraphy Excercise Book

I have to tutor English in an hour to eight students, before then I still need to get dinner.  Since I finished my regular classes this afternoon I’ve done little more than buy more minutes for my phone, clean my apartment, buy bananas, and watch a pirated movie.  I am more than a little frustrated with myself for not spending more time studying Chinese.  The excuses come my mind easily but I know deep down I need to be doing more.  While it is true that living in China automatically improves your Chinese, I have certainly noticed this in the time I’ve been here, how much it improves depends on one’s resolve.  One of my most important goals that I gave myself for this year in China was to bring my Chinese up to a new level.  I was reminded of how important this is to a foreigner trying to make a life in China while reading the wonderful Chinese history blog: Jottings from the Granite Studio.  One entry, Thoughts on learning Chinese, struck me as the perfect way to explain the need to study Chinese:

Fifty years ago, Fairbanks and his students moved the field of Chinese history forward with their insistence on fluency in Classical Chinese a prerequisite of study. His students and their students also demanded a fluency of a sort in modern Chinese sufficient to read and decipher the occasional Chinese journal article or monograph. It was IUP Chinese. Great for discussing 封建社会制度 (Feudal society) but not so much for buying toothpaste or hanging out after hours with your Chinese colleagues. Fluency in the spoken language, for the Western historian, was a parlor trick—useful for presentations but to aspire to native fluency was a low priority and some even considered such a devotion to pure language study a waste of time.

Now I can’t imagine a member of my generation of China researchers, whatever the field, who does not aspire to near native fluency in spoken and written Chinese. No longer a luxury, it is a necessity and the number of foreigners whose Chinese is near native level has increased exponentially in the past few years. It’s not just Da Shan (a famous Canadian on Chinese TV who has perfect Mandarin) anymore. A whole new generation of young China hands has realized that it’s not enough to simply jump off the plane in China and exclaim, “I come from the West. Behold me.” In this century, China and Chinese are starting to request that we, the Westerners, deal with them on their own terms and those terms are frequently written in hanzi. Whether in business or academia, the Westerner who proclaims his relative ignorance of the language as irrelevant to his endeavors is increasingly an anachronism.

Buying Fireworks in China

Saturday, October 18th, 2008

Hunan, I’ve been told, is China’s largest producer of fireworks.  China is the world’s ultimate consumer of fireworks.  This makes my new home a great place to play around with gunpowder in all its family-friendly variations.  The options available for purchase are mind boggling.  Whole blocks of Huaihua are devoted to the sale of fireworks.  Here is one of the store’s me and my English friend Ruth visited today:

Fireworks store

Tomorrow is our Cameroonian friend’s birthday.  In China birthday’s are a perfect occasion for lighting off a few fireworks (as are funerals).  Everyday I hear the boom of some distant fireworks, it’s just a normal sound here in Hunan.  Just this morning I was woken at 7 AM by the sound of hundreds and hundreds of fire crackers being set off in my neighborhood.  I recently found out that fire crackers are technically not allowed to be set off in downtown Huaihua, whereas the large rockets with exploding balls in the sky are perfectly okay for a pubic sidewalk.  Tonight we will play with all types of fireworks and hopefully no one will maim themselves.  Here are some more photographs of the fireworks store, which sometimes felt more like a munitions depot. (Our purchase of fireworks is at the end of the post)

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Wen Jiabao Speaks with CNN

Friday, October 17th, 2008

Wen Jiabao

Don’t know how I missed this story.  My favorite member of China’s present day rulers and a man much loved by the Chinese, Premier Wen Jiabao, sat down to an interview with Fareed Zakaria of CNN.  I first spotted this story on the Zhong Nan Hai Blog, itself a good read.  The interview includes bits on the economy, human rights, the Great Firewall of China, and Tibet.  Not wholly satisfying but still more than Chinese leaders usually say.

Zhon Nan Hai Blog Post on the Interview

Video of the Interview & Transcript Part 1 (CNN)

Video of the Interview Part 2 (CNN)

I Love Thursdays

Thursday, October 16th, 2008

Outskirts of Huaihua

Since my return from Sichuan I have resolved to spend more time in Huaihua.  Now that I know a little more about my home and a little more about teaching my schedule feels a much more open and the city feels far more inviting.  This all makes me more prone to contemplative wandering.  Thursdays are a wonderful day for such wandering.

Monday through Wednesday I teach morning and afternoon.  Usually by the end of my school day I have little energy or desire to wander outside of my neighborhood or tackle some new writing or photography project.  Thursdays however require me to just teach one class at 10 AM and the class happens to be my brightest and happiest class of the week (not a bad way to finish up).  I always seem to come off this class with a smile and a desire to explore.
Today after class I went back to my apartment and read all about the last Presidential debate.  Earlier in the morning I had able to watch an hour of while eating breakfast before my class.  After that lazy internet surfing I went out walking with a book.

My legs had me walk down a new road in a new direction.  The sun has been shinning with renewed force lately, after a string of cold autumn days.  Today was just as brilliant and warm as yesterday.  Feeling hungry I stopped at a restaurant which I had never visited before.  The menu seemed a bit luxurious so I just looked over at what two of the waitresses were having for lunch.  “I have one of those,” I told the attentive waitress hovering over me.  The simple dish was a wonderful omelet of fresh green chiles.  Satisfying with a nice crunch of spiciness the lunch combined with rice was just what I needed.  The owner of the restaurant came over to my table, offered me a cigarette (I declined), and asked me the questions I most often hear on my wanderings around Huaihua.  “What country are you from?”  “What is your job?”  “Where did you learn Chinese?”

After we got those basics out of the way and he complimented my Chinese (something I now am beginning to find a nuisance due to the fact everyone says it to me) we started talking about his family.  He was originally from Fenghuang, the beautiful riverside village 2 hours away that I have visited on occasion, but came to Huaihua to open the restaurant and give his son a better life.  His son is to start at my middle school next fall and he asked me if I could tutor him.  I asked him about the pictures on the restaurant wall, they were all of people motorcycling in the countryside.  He pointed himself out and explained that it was his favorite hobby to travel around with his friends on his motorcycle.  He asked me if I drive one myself.  I seemed to let him down when I said no.  I quickly added that I use Huaihua’s freelance motorcycle taxis often.  His laugh seemed to say it’s not the same.  With the warmhearted exclamation of “Eat slowly!” he got up and took a squat outside.

I left full and content, the sun warming my back.  Once again I was glad for my Boston Red Sox hat, which keeps the sun out of my eyes so nicely.  I bought a bottle of C100 and after wandering a half-hour more turned around and headed home.

My Week in Sichuan: Litang, Altitude Sickness, and a Medical Evacuation

Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

After our harrowing 11 hour bus journey from Kangding we had finally arrived in the city of Litang.  The city rests at 4,150 meters above sea level in a beautiful valley rimmed by bald Himalayan peaks.  Here’s the view we got as we went over our last mountain pass and rode down into Litang’s valley:

The Sichuan-Tibet Highway

In under 36 hours we had gone from warm sub-tropical Chengdu (500 meters above sea level) to Litang’s breath-taking altitude at over 12,000 feet.  On top of that I had done so after three basically sleepless nights.  I was almost getting used to going to bed 2 AM and waking up three hours later at 5 AM.  Then there was the train trip to Chengdu that had sucked much of my strength and health.  To get to the point, I wasn’t feeling so hot when we arrived in Litang.  Here we are as we walked down Litang’s main drag:

The Sichuan-Tibet Highway - Arrival in Litang

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My Week in Sichuan: The Road to Tibet

Friday, October 10th, 2008

The Sichuan-Tibet Highway

-Dawn in the Himalayas

The day after our night of food and fun in Chengdu most of our motley group got on a bus to head to Kangding.  Kangding is seven hours west of Chengdu and rests at 2,616 meters above sea level (much higher than Chengdu, which is 500 meters above sea level).  The city is the capital of the Garze Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, a huge swath of mountainous land that makes up most of western Sichuan and is the eastern section of the Himalayan mountains.  Before the People’s Republic of China made Tibet part of China in 1950 the area was called Kham by the Tibetans.  The Kham Tibetans are well known for their skillful use of horses and fighting spirit.  Today Kangding feels Tibetan, but just barely.  It is the jumping off point for the region and being so close to Chengdu it attracts large groups of Han Chinese tourists.  Kangding also holds many many many Han Chinese soldiers, who I’m sure are there to just help the Tibetans enjoy their freedoms in their “autonomous” Prefecture.  Never mind that though, let me return to my journey.

The bus ride to Kangding takes you through deep green gorges and then climbs and climbs up to Himalayan mountains.  We arrived in the late afternoon under an overcast sky that obscured the imposing mountains that surround the city.  I got us to the comfy hostel I had used two years ago when I visited Kangding.  Then we followed the suggestion of a woman at our hostel and went to a Tibetan restaurant downtown for dinner.  The food was FANTASTIC and the room we ate in was beautifully decorated.

Kangding Tibetan restaurant

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My Week in Sichuan: One Night in Chengdu

Thursday, October 9th, 2008

The day I arrived in Chengdu was of little consequence, after my disastrous train ride the previous night I just wanted to sleep and eat cinnamon rolls from Starbucks.  The evening was altogether a different story.

There were a fair number of us western teachers from Hunan in Chengdu for vacation, 12 in all.  So naturally we wanted to make our one night together count.  Walking the streets on our way to dinner, not knowing where we were headed, we ran into another friend, Kelly, who pulled up on a motorcycle carrying a cup of Starbucks coffee.  It was… quite a sight.

Chengdu

Sichuan is well know for it’s wickedly spicy hot pot so that’s what we picked.  We strolled down to the riverside sipping bottles of Snow beer and catching up.  Finding a decent restaurant wasn’t hard at all and with that we got one long table with two segergated pots of bubbling broth.  Doesn’t it look good?

Sichuan Hotpot - Chengdu

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My Week in Sichuan: The Train to Chengdu

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

My trip to Sichuan province was far too action packed for just one entry so I have broken it up starting first with my train trip to Chengdu from Hunan.  As I wrote before, being a Chinese state employee I got a week off for the Chinese National day.  Me and a couple friends had planned to go to Sichuan province in southwest China, a beautiful and myriad place that never fails to excite and delight its visitors.  As it turned out the three of us were not the only American teachers in Hunan going there for vacation and once I got to Chengdu (Sichuan’s capital) I met up with a full 11 of my friends.  Besides us foreigners there were millions of Chinese traveling.  For Beijing the ‘golden week’ was the biggest National holiday ever in terms of the number of Chinese traveling.  The Sichuan newspapers reported the same thing and pointed out that the spring earthquake in Wenchuan did not affect the boom in tourism.  It was crowded.

Chengdu Train Station

Getting to Chengdu was not as easy I had hoped.  Train tickets in China go on sale 5 days before departure, so 5 days before I wanted to leave I went to Huaihua’s large and imposing train station to purchase my ticket.  I waited in line for about 45 minutes as it seemed the whole city wanted to leave just like me.  When I got to the ticket seller the news was not good.  Not only were some of the trains to Chengdu completely sold out but my only other option was to take a hard seat to Chengdu – a 14 hour journey from Huaihua.  Hard seat.  Just the name sounds bad and on long distance train rides sitting in a hard seat car will surely make you spend every minute cursing the very existence of such cruel torture.

The seats are hard and your butt quickly becomes painfully sore while your lower back cries out against the straight no-nonsense seat back you must try and rest against.  Add in the fact that there is no leg room at all, the windows are locked, everyone and their entire family is eating obnoxious vacuum sealed duck legs and the like, the passengers all bring as much luggage as they can possibly carry themselves, men smoke cigarettes all night, the bathrooms smell terrible and the sinks have no water, babies are crying and screaming every minute, etc etc – then you may have some inkling of how horrendous it is to travel hard seat during a Chinese state holiday.  The thing that really got me was the standing room only passengers.  I had a seat that I had bought for $17.50 US, thank God.  But the Chinese train company doesn’t stop selling tickets after the seats are sold out, no that would cut profits too much.  These standing room only passengers (who numbered almost equal to the seated passengers) were everywhere.  They filled the aisle with their slouched half-asleep bodies, the space between cars, people even sat on the bathroom sink.  This is all normal in China and no one complained.

My ride started at 6:30 pm and as the night progressed the situation got steadily worse until around 2:30 am when the train car I was in reached a point of fullness that was staggering.  I literally felt claustrophobic, something that has never happened to me before.  With the outside world just a dark blur of countryside and the car lights left permanently on my eyes had nowhere to look but in, in at the manic sleep deprived masses of Chinese.  I took this video of the situation at around 2:00 when the car was packed, but had yet to reach the high tide of insanity.

At around 3:00 am the car was becoming very hot and at one end the passengers were getting very agitated because they wanted to open a window yet the attendant was no where to be found, no doubt in more comfortable settings.  Seeing these people yelling at each other and standing on seats trying to force open the window was deeply depressing – I felt like we were prisoners.  And, as is often the case, no one around me on my side of the car cared.  We resigned ourselves to this treatment.At 8:30 am I arrived at Chengdu and happily got off the train.Once outside the train station I realized, with much sadness and foreboding, that I still had to buy a train ticket back home.  You can’t buy round trip tickets in China (at least not in Huaihua), only one way.  So I entered the massive room where you buy train tickets in Chengdu.  The place was a zoo, yet everything was slightly organized.  I waited in line for approximately one hour, one slow boring hour.  My mind was obsessed with the thought that I may have to buy another hard seat ticket back to Huaihua.  This I decided would be too much and I resolved to not buy a hard seat ticket under any circumstance.  I took a video of the Chengdu ticket office, I even added some commentary.  In the end I got a wonderfully comfortable hard sleeper ticket for my ride back home.

Then I got a taxi to my hostel, showered, had a quick breakfast at Starbucks (!), and slept like a baby in a smelly room filled with the dirty laundry of a half-dozen Belgians, Americans, and French backpackers.

An Update from Sichuan

Friday, October 3rd, 2008

Hello from southwest China!  I’m in Chengdu, the capital of Sichuan province.  It’s the tail end of my trip, tomorrow I will catch a train back home.  Of course I gotta see the pandas before I go so I’ll do that tomorrow as well.

It has been one hell of a trip.  Many ups and downs, figuiratively and literally.  Me and many of my fellow teacher friends in Hunan went west to the high mountainous areas bordering Tibet.  Chengdu is at 500 meters and Litang (our final destination) rests at 4,150 meters.  That trip was a little nuts.  I got pretty bad altutude sickness and my friend came down with a bizarre stomach disorder so we made a rushed dash back home.  There is really so much to tell and so many pictures to show that I’m waiting until I get back to Huaihua to give you guys the full scoop.  Zaijian.