Monday, September 13, 2010

Glad to be away from this particular teacup...

Muslim grilled lamb, near North Train Station, Chengdu

... as in "tempest in a teacup", that is. Let me get this straight: for the whole summer, the Most Important Event in America has been a group of Islamic moderates who want to build a community center? On their own land? Without any government support involved? Oh, and they want to build it two blocks away from the former site of the World Trade Center? (and a tattoo parlor, several adult book stores, a McDonalds, and another mosque?)

And the Next Most Important Story is that 50 people in Florida want to burn Korans? (because... what, there's a shortage of witches down there?)

It makes for an interesting postmortem article, anyway. Read a good analysis of the media's part in the whole shindig here....

Sunday, September 12, 2010

The joys of stuff within walking distance

Xihua University, Sichuan

Piggybacking a bit on Jane's post of a few days ago, I've been thinking of how lucky we are to have so many things within walking distance. Not only is there absolutely no need for us to have a car here (okay, so maybe we'd like to get into Chengdu more often), but we really don't even need to bike that much. Consider our following commute times (all by foot):

1-5 minutes walk:
  • 400 or so neighbors, including a couple of close friends, several colleagues, tons of kids for our kids to run around like hellions with, and the incredibly sweet former chair of the English department, who took Xander and Jane fishing one day last summer and sings Chinese folk songs so loudly to himself that we can often hear him at the back of our apartment.
  • A small supermarket, about the size of a Wallgreen's. They're selling moon cakes now...
  • Several convenience stores, for when the supermarket isn't open or when I feel like practicing a bit of Sichuan small talk.
  • The mantou shop - a place that sells steamed buns and hot soy milk for about 5 cents each. Great for snagging a snack on the way to class.
  • The cart right by the university gate that sells phone cards. Cards for the internet too.
  • Johnny's restaurant. Okay, it has another name, but it was Johnny's favorite restaurant, so now its English name is simply Johnny's place. After a little bit of convincing, they now make us a pretty mean batch of kung pao tofu, when we're in the mood.
  • A big open air vegetable market - a world unto itself. I'm sure we've got photos of it on the blog or Flickr somewhere, but I'm to lazy to look right now.
  • 4-5 bubble tea places. We loves us some bubble tea!
  • A long store lined commercial street containing, among many others stationery store, black market DVDs, barbershops, multiple restaurants, and a madly swerving electric scooter or five.
5-10 minutes walk:
  • Our kids' schools - the kindergarten, where Zekey and Ysa are each in their own separate classes this year, and the primary school, which Xander is walking back and forth to all by himself!
  • A playground. Okay, it's really an exercise yard, with all sorts of low impact fitness-y things for mostly senior citizens, but it's the closest thing to a playground that we've got in these here parts. If we by chance see a real American-style playground in our travels somewhere, our kids all drop into a dead faint. (For five minutes, until they wake up and realize that it's not dangerous enough to be fun...)
  • The English department office, which we are going to less and less as we get more and more settled in.
  • A soccer field, running track, and a basketball court. Half of the basketball court doubles as a bike rodeo arena for the 4-7 year old segment of the University's population.
  • A ping pong plaza. (My students often want to know what the English word is for an area with forty or so ping pong tables permanently installed outside, and I haven't been able to give them a precise answer, until exactly... now!)
  • A kid's sandbox! Well, actually, it's the long jump sand pit next to the running track, but grandparents bring the kiddos there to play all the time. Oh, and said grandparents also have their kids pee into the sandpit when they need to, in the traditional Chinese diaperless way. We've been gently directing our children to the basketball court and the exercise yard instead...

10-20 minutes walk:
  • The stop for buses to Chengdu.
  • Our brand new high speed rail station! (Though you can only get tickets for the day after tomorrow's train, it seems.)
  • The new section of campus, where Jane and I are teaching our classes this semester. Also a great place to ride bikes and fly kites, weather permitting.
  • A couple of good tea houses. One we discovered just today, in fact...
  • New construction by the river, including a couple of good restaurants facing a plaza and park(ish) space that our kids like to run around.
  • More new construction! Dust!
  • Other areas of town that we haven't needed to go to!
  • Um, dragons...?

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Textures

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Again in the "Let the Pictures do the Talking" department, a few of the textures in and around Ringa village in northeastern Yunnan, where we stayed overnight last summer. As always, you can click on the image to see it bigger on Flickr. (Oh, and did I mention that Jane milked a yak?)

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IMG_5995 Ringa village, Yunnan

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Thursday, September 9, 2010

Why it takes an hour to walk home, and I love it

Pick up Zekey and Ysa from kindergarten at 5:00.  See Shirley, acting English department chair, discuss how to fundraise the last of the money for the Hongguang Guidebook from my last year's students.  Heh heh, scheming with a fellow teacher.  Meander away from the school with Ysa yelling something at some grannies picking up their wards, but I wasn't paying attention because I was walking with Wang Yuen's mother, Yu Jun Xin.  Typical me, I recognized her face, but couldn't place how I knew her or what conversation we'd had.  Even more typical and embarrassing was that Yu Jun Xin remembered lots and lots about our last encounter, during which I'd gotten her phone number, we'd talked about lots of commonalities, etc.  We speak in both Chinese and English.  She's a Mechanical Engineer teacher, but only has 2 classes, so she and I make plans to go buy the ingredients for "pixian douban" (red chili broad-bean paste) together.  I literally have finely-diced hot red peppers and red chilies in a large jar with me, because I set out on this pick-up-walk intending to find someone who could help me with finishing the recipe.  And, indeed, I met Yu Jun Xin who is willing and able!  We stroll together, me trying not to seem like I'd forgotten so much about our last encounter, and I'm enjoying her pleasant company.

Cross the river and stop to check out what's the trash floating downstream at the moment.  Zekey and Dave had yesterday seen hundreds of eggplants floating downstream, so Zekey renamed the river "eggplant river" in Chinese.  Today there was just a pink plastic house-shoe, a big piece of styrofoam and a couple of other small unidentifiable pieces.  But the water sure was rushing along at a quick pace!

As we turn to leave the river, I overhear the same 2 grannies from before telling their grandchildren that, "No, Ysa is not a 'yangwawa.'"  This means she is not a foreign Barbie doll.  We all laugh, and they know I have understood them.  What's awesome is that I just learned that word a few days ago in taking notes on my latest read about China: "When a Billion Chinese Jump: How China Will Either Save Mankind or Destroy It" (I highly recommend it).  But now I know what Ysa was screaming about, that she had been telling the grannies earlier that she was not a yangwawa, aahhhh, now it makes sense.  What you have to put up with when you're the only foreigner blond girl around.

Part ways with Yu Jun Xin and Wang Yuen, which makes Ysa cry.  Yu Jun Xin is perfectly willing to take Ysa for a few hours, but I figure I'd better take care of Ysa in these immediate after-school hours.  But it's so cool there is community around that is so available to help out with that!

Round the second-to-last corner and almost run into Sarah, who works in the foreign affairs office.  We have a date with her for later tonight to see a movie together at our house (No Impact Man), but the kids haven't seen her since summer.  Z and Y climb all over her, they lovingly call each other names in Chinese and English.

As we enter our lane, see another girl from Ysa's class with her mother.  They have a plastic bag with beautiful-looking walnuts in it, so I ask in Chinese where she got them, as I'm always on the look-out for walnuts.  The Chinese belief that they are good for children's brains has infused deep in me somehow.  Unfortunately, she bought hers from a guy leaving the market on his tricycle rickshaw, but she thinks he might be back sometime.  Obtain walnuts from mother, who is squatting down handing the nuts to her daughter to hand to Ysa to hand to me.  So generous and kind!

Encounter Xander outside sitting on the curb in front of our door with a girl pal from school, still coloring together.  He thinks she's so nice.  I think they're cute.

Arrival time: 5:55  Just another walk in the 5-block area between my house and the kindergarten.  Gotta love it!

The latest selection from the Temple of the Month Club

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Photos above and below are from Ringa temple, a very small Tibetan Buddhist pilgrimage temple in the countryside near Zongdian that we visited last July. The local farmers periodically donate small farm animals to the temple, and so the whole hilltop that the temple is located on is filled with chickens, piglets, and even a rabbit or two - all given sanctuary by the temple and fed by donations from local farmers.

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The view from the top of the hill:

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It's a rainy quiet morning so far here in China - Peace to everyone today!

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Bonjour, mon petit bureau du change

My students often ask me how many languages I speak, and I astound them when I answer four. (English, German, very basic Spanish, and six-year-old Chinese) What I don't tell them, because I fear that they would drop to the floor in a swooning faint, is that I am also fluent in Les Francais touristique, or, as we say in zee English, PseudoFrench.

This came to mind because: A) It's the beginning of the school year, and time to return our thoughts to those basic building blocks of language, and B) because I've been on a Flight of the Conchords kick recently, and they provide an excellent denounment dans le F'du T in the video below.



I've gotta admit that when I played this in class one last spring, my students were a bit bewildered. Maybe I'll save it for my session on stereotypes...?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Hey, folks, we're live again...

After a week of training in Chengdu, five days of solo language learning in the southern city of Xichang, and a weekend of curriculum planning followed by the first day of classes, the blog is back!

Ah, but you didn't think we'd left, did you? That's because way back in August, when I had some free time, I hired an army of robots to take over the web site. (Hence the more geeky computer-based nature of some of the posts...)

Speaking of robotic takeovers of humanitt, I have to get this out there somehow:


("The Humans are Dead" by Flight of the Conchords)