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Tuesday, June 05, 2007

funny drinks

After eating lunch yesterday, I was thirsty, so I went to buy a drink.

Fortunately there was an Asian food shop nearby. I'm not sure how they do it, but everything in there is somehow under a dollar and yet all imported - even with Australia's tough quarantine laws.

Anyway, I bought the Nostalgia Drink:
Nostalgia Drink

The Korean kids I used to teach in Shanghai drank this. I think it tasted better then. Although the picture may look like a nice rice pudding, it's more like pure sugar water with bits of old cardboard at the bottom.

Anyway, about a year ago when I was working I came across the Sars brand:
sars

Enough said.

And of course, there was McSars:

McSars

I definitely need a job...

Monday, May 28, 2007

mao drag

a-mer-i-ca

Pretty interesting article about the ol' USA:

http://www.theage.com.au/news/opinion/the-more-you-know-a-place-the-harder-it-is-to-judge/2007/05/27/1180205073484.html


Some particularly wise person once said that if you are going to write about America, you should do so after a short stay, maybe a few weeks, before you are overwhelmed by its diversity and the sheer size of the place, with all its contradictions, excesses and complexities.


I feel like I may have said something like that about China, or at least read it somewhere and didn't share it. I read that passage out to Adam and he said, "Well isn't it true?"

"I have no idea," I said. "It's always just been there for me. I might even call it 'normal'."

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

blog by association

The other one wanted me to put this up on my blog because, "Nobody will see it" on his blog. Well maybe he should start trying to blog. I am happy that someone thinks people read my blog - a fine selection of family, occassional friends and shocked onlookers. Although I don't think I've written anything exceedingly 'shocking' recently.

Anyway here's the stuff:


Article here.

I can't be bothered to proof read this entry.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

page of lies










http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/lies

Monday, May 07, 2007

reading the palm

I was at a dinner last night and got to talking to a friend I haven't seen in 4 months. He's been travelling and living in monasteries around Thailand, Myanmar and Cambodia. Anyway, he's a bit of a spiritual chap and was reading people's palms.

Apparantly I have no career line. I find this particularly disturbing as I'm in the process of looking for a career. Of course, I don't actually believe in palm reading, but you know, not such a good thing to hear. Also, my life line is shorter than most.

He went on to tell me that the palm changes every six months, but still...

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

sad

Holocaust Survivor Killed in Va Shooting

Amazing life, only to end in a bloody American shooting. That's is probably indicative of something.

pink turtle

http://www.greatturtlerace.com/

I, for one, am going for pink, but she seems to be a bit stagnant. So yellow also works for me.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Bouncy

Classes are back in session, and I have more of a reason to procrastinate...

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

And so on


And so on
Originally uploaded by knicole7.
We actually bought these dumplings about a month ago and they've been sitting in our fridge. We saw the ingredients at the time, but I lied to Adam and said it didn't have MSG, which, if you remember previous posts from about 2 years ago and the lessons I taught, you should clearly be able to see that that is made clear in the Chinese ingredients.

I'm not sure how they got away with putting 'Flour, Cabbage, Sugar, Salt, and so on' on the English ingredients. Why have any label at all?

Anyway, they're good and providing me with my regular doses of MSG. Mmmmmm.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

lines

I've spent the past 45 minutesish trying to change the layout of my blog, thinking that something a bit more interesting would persuade me to blog more often, and now I've decided I've just been procrastinating from actually blogging.

I think a lot of stuff is going on, but most of it is pretty boring to write about. Back in classes, finished some work experiences, agro over other work experiences, agro over my university, painfully looking for a career, etc, etc. Nothing too exciting. But I think I should tell a story, so let me try to come up with something...

Seriously, I don't think I can come up with anything. I can bitch about my university billing me for a refund they were supposed to give me, solar cars and alternative technologies, transmission lines, trams, politics of event planning, people who work in insurance, funny things on the beach or frisbees but they're all kind of boring individual stories. So I'll just pick one at random and write about it anyway since I'm procrastinating and feel like I should have something of mild substance.

I'm in a class called Community Development, I believe I'm design a webpage for it as my final project, but that's not the story I'm going to tell, just an aside.

Anyway, I had a work experience as the company who runs all the electricity transmission and distribution lines and gas distribution lines in the state of Victoria. I was helping the evaluate a way to measure their ecological footprint. It was a bit challenging, but also quite interesting. Anyway, as I had little knowledge of the transmission and distribution biz, one day I was taken on a field trip to drive out to the country and see all the transmission centers and distribution centers. It was pretty neat. I got to pass into the fence that says 'Do not enter' and even walk into the little houses. They buzz (everything in the fence), and you can feel the electricity run through you. It's quite powerful. The little house was neat. Just thousands and thousands of switches all controlling the energy grid, or would be, but it's a 20 year system that has been upgraded and changed, so now all the grids are controlled from computers in an office in the inner city. But one could feel powerful being able to switch off at random energy sources for unknown parts of the state.

Here we have our wireless connections, high speed computers, stereos, phones, lights - all this stuff depended on something most people know nothing about and give little thought to until the bill comes in or you do something like move house and have to activate it, but most of the little gadgets in our life are entirely dependent on it. And the system is totally antiquated. A significant amount of electricity is lost in the transmission and distribution before it even reaches the end user. This is like having a car with a leaking tank. If that were the case, we'd fix that pretty quickly, but like a leaking tank, the dated power lines we see in our every day life lose copious amounts of electricity as they zip around the energy. While we've managed to upgrade everything else electrical in our lives, we've given little regard to what makes them work to begin with.

Anyway, next time you see an electrical pole, just look at it for a second and think how out of place it actually is. Everything else is all sleek and new looking except this old pole that is exactly the same as when we were all kids.

There was nothing funny in that story. I apologize for that. I did get to wear a hard hat though as I was touring around.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Blessed

Finally, a sign from God. And I thought one with Chinese girls in Shanghai was good enough...

Thursday, February 22, 2007

CFCs

“If it were something so bad,” Mr. Bothelo said, “they would not legally sell it.”

Well, we've all been waiting for the environmental rant on the blog, seeing as I'm an 'environmentalist', but not yet, not quite yet...

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

let's stereotype

Happy New Year! A little over a month late, but the Chinese New Year is coming (or may be now, I only know when it's close) so I'm not that far off.

Speaking of Chinese, and the reason why I got on to blog to begin with, I came across an article today:

Sold on a Stereotype

It's true. The Chinese do worship the Jewish people. You here the aw in their voice every time you bring it up. I may have blogged about it in 2005, I'm not sure. Anyway, I wonder if they realize that the rest of the world, when stereotyping, tend to group the Chinese along with the Jewish when it comes to business. Oh wait, maybe that's just me.

Anyway, I'm no longer temping, I'm an environmental consultant for 2 companies. This means, that when I'm not working at work, I'm losing money because I'm not being paid hourly, I'm being paid by the job. Which works out to about 20 cents/hour. Much much less than I was making temping. But much better work. And it may lead to something other than more temp opportunities.

Also, as you can tell by my flickr pictures, I was in New Zealand for two and a half weeks. Good times. Lovely country. A little under populated and isolated, but it is beautiful. Apparently I get sea sick when I kayak. Not that much fun.

Anyway, back to 'work' - clearly that's what I was doing reading the Washington Post.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

hu's on first

George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening?
Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.
George: Great. Lay it on me.
Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.
George: That's what I want to know.
Condi: That's what I'm telling you.
George: That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes.
George: I mean the fellow's name.
Condi: Hu.
George: The new leader of China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The Chinaman!
Condi: Hu is leading China.
George: Now what are you asking me for?
Condi: I'm telling you, Hu is leading China.
George: Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China?
Condi: That's the man's name.
George: That's whose name?
Condi: Yes.
George: Will you or will you not tell me the name of the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he was in the Middle East.
Condi: That's correct.
George: Then who is in China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir is in China?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Then who is?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Look, Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.
Condi: Kofi?
George: No, thanks.
Condi: You want Kofi?
George: No.
Condi: You don't want Kofi.
George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi?
George: Milk! Will you please make the call?
Condi: And call who?
George: Who is the guy at the U.N?
Condi: Hu is the guy in China.
George: Will you stay out of China?!
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi.
George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone.
(Condi picks up the phone.)
Condi: Rice, here.
George: Rice? Good idea. And a couple of egg rolls, too. Maybe we should send some to the guy in China. And the Middle East. Can you get Chinese food in the Middle East?

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

This is the building I work in:

http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/200612/s1815072.htm

Did I mention in my blog yesterday that I got a raise after coming back to work from calling in sick for 4 day?

Well, I did.

Only 2 days left...

temporary

I am a temp.

“Yeah, big deal Nicole. Nobody cares.”

I know. Lots of people temp. Lots of people temp regularly. I didn’t want to be that person, but it appears that without trying I have been a temp on and off for the past 7 years of my life. That actually adds up to having temping be something I’ve done more than anything else. Depressing really.

So how did I get drawn in. I need money. Everyone knows that finding a job is hell. The temp agencies take care of everything. The pay, the interview, arranging a time. Too easy. Right?

Let me take you through a typical day.

I get in to the ‘office’ (a computer lab at RMIT that is closed while we’re there) at about 9:05ish. I then check my email and read Google News. At around 9:15/20ish I go up and get my work for the first part of the day. I then come back to my desk, read some more news, see if anyone interesting is online and briefly search for jobs. After I’ve done this for another 5-10 minutes, I get up and make a cup of tea. I then wait for the tea bag to infuse and wonder around for another 5 minutes or so blowing on my tea trying to cool it down.

I begin doing actual work at about 9:45ish. I enroll students for their courses. It’s amazingly boring and right now they don’t have enough work for all the temps they hired, so the longer I take to add the students, the longer I get to stay at work and be paid.

Anyway, between checking my email, reading the news, wondering around making tea and going to the bathroom, I probably only do real work for about an hour a day.

What you may be saying to yourself right now is something along the lines of, “Well Nicole, that’s why you’re a temp.” But really it’s not my fault. If they had work for me to do, I’d be happy to do it quickly and efficiently. If it’s a job I enjoy doing, no worries. I love doing work that is interesting. Or where I feel I’m actually accomplishing something.

This doesn’t really happen in temp jobs. So, if any potential employers are reading this, don’t worry, I work hard. Look at my resume, I have to. Unless you plan on giving me mindless data entry work to do, then I might not work so hard. And, I wouldn’t have applied to you through anything but a temp agency at that point anyway.

Whatever, this assignment was supposed to be four weeks long. We had four days of training the first week. The second week I missed four day because I had a conference in Canberra I got a scholarship for (so really I can’t complain much since they let me come back to work after calling in sick for 4 days.) This past week was boring, and I already finished off Monday and Tuesday. They told most of the people not to come in tomorrow, but I stuck around long enough so they found something for me to do tomorrow and the rest of the week. And we have a half-day of work on Friday. So really, I only have two and a half days left.

I can live with that.

*Christ, I was just reading this over and realized that if a potential employer ever came across this blog, I should be worried about a lot more than this post. Oh well. Laugh employer, laugh. You know you want to. Not at me, dear god not at me, but at life.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Melbourne Sun


martian dawn
Originally uploaded by mugley.
There have been many bushfires around Melbourne lately. We had a really dry winter and now we're paying. I'm not sure many people in the world realise this, but Australia burns down every year. This year is particularly bad, but nonetheless, it's not a surprise. This isn't my picture - mine aren't as good, but this is what it looked like for days. The city was so smokey it was unbelievable. Almost like I was back in China. Almost.

I haven't been blogging much. This is probably due to a number of reasons, namely, I'm lazy. However, as you can see from my previous post, I am still making my short films.

I've been forced to do what I said I'd never do again. No, I'm not teaching in China, I'm temping for a couple weeks. During the day I'm entering the data of thousands of entering students into the Royal Melbourne Institue of Technology (RMIT - the other/royal MIT).

Anyway, that's not bad. Just mindless motion and brain cells being sucked away by the hourly pay. However, on Wednesday I received a call from another temp agency asking if I was available that night. There was an election here a couple weeks ago and they needed a recount of ballots. Apparently the US isn't the only one who fucks up.

Anyway, I need the cash so I decided to go. I arrived at the Melbourne Exhibition Centre. A building so awesome in it's sheer mass you are surprised the meer humans could have built it; however, given the lack of intricate design and aesthetic quality, it doesn't seem that difficult to conceive.

So I arrived at this massive building and followed the stream of temps down to the last and final "room" of the exhibition centre. I quote 'room' because it was the size of an airplane hanger. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Before we entered the room we were all forced to sit outside and wait until 6 o'clock. At 6 a woman from the Victoria Election Committee came out and asked all the data entry temps to line up. That wasn't me. They lined up and were taken into the massive 'room'.

We waited another 5 minutes or so and then the same woman came out and asked the rest of us to line up. The guy in front of me was drunk.

We filed into the hanger, signed our names on a piece of paper and then were shuffled through to some tables and told to find a seat if there was one available, otherwise, they'd find something else for us to do.

I found a seat.

There was an Irish girl who was already sitting when we arrived and looked up from her book when we sat down.

"Do you know what you're in for?" she asked.

Before we could reply she continued, "We've been sitting here for an hour and a half. We were counting for a bit then told to go on break, and now we've just been sitting here."

I didn't know what we were in for. I didn't know what counting votes entails. I just always took it for granted.

Anyway, they asked the temps who'd been sitting there for an hour to switch to a different table or go on break. Most of them just switched tables and the Irish girl was replaced by an Australian family.

Mother, father, daughter, daughter, son all sat across from me. Until that moment I wasn't aware that families registered together at temp agencies. And what a family. I could probably write a book on them, but I'll just keep it at this: They were a bit 'bogan'. If you don't know what that means, look it up.

Anyway, after a good 45 minutes (paid, thank god), the woman, I'll call her God, came up and gave us instructions for counting votes. We were to be handed a stack of 50 votes. We were first supposed to count to make sure there were 50 pieces of paper, and then go through to see that a 1, or check, or x was placed in the correct box. If not, they would take the ballot and replace it with one that was and so we'd have a stack of 50 votes for one party.

We were all given rubber thimbles and began. Sounds easy, right?

Well, it was, except for the scrutineers. What, you may ask, is a Scrutineer? Well, I'll tell you. They are volunteers for the various parties that walk around and have their say on whether the votes are being counted properly. They'd been there since 6 this morning and were not happy and were not getting paid hourly. I hate them. I understand thier function - fairness and all - but they're just annoying.

I got in a fight with one. The voter had clearly marked a one in the box and she was disputing it. She called over 4 different officers, we all argued over it, and then it was withdrawn to be further discussed.

Anyway, I was there until midnight. I took off at that point, I think others stayed until 4 in the morning, but I just wasn't committed to Australia's democracy on that level. Plus, I had to waste more brain cells at my other data entry job in the morning.

The moral of the story is that somewhere between the drunk guy and the scrutineer, I lost the little faith I had in democracy.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Democracy simply doesn't work.

on a walk

Friday, December 01, 2006

Free Willy

The whales are fighting back.

And really, I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner. You take them out of the lovely oceans, although they are becoming ever increasingly polluted, which are much nicer than the fishbowl they stick them in at sea world. All those noisy children with their sweet snacks, crying, laughing, pointing...

At least in the ocean, all you have to put up with is Greenpeace. I'm not sure, what's worse? Greenpeace or some fat kid hovering and staring with his ice cream?

I guess we all live in some kind of fishbowl.

I had some Chinese food earlier. It may or may not have contained msg.

By the way, I don't like Greenpeace, but I don't think I'll get into why in this blog.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

the worst part is he didn't get the photo

I realize there was an election, and the Democrats finally have control of the house and most likely senate, and Rumsfeld has resigned - all of this I'm absolutely ecstatic about but,


how funny is this?

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Sex? Dolphins? Fate?

Two Things -

1.)

Do you see the dolphins in this? Because it took me awhile.

2.)Fate

Monday, October 30, 2006

freedom of sp**ch



"Call to Bloggers" to stand up for freedom ahead of world meeting on future of Internet

Come back Jon!

Well, it's a sad day for me today.

YouTube is no longer going to allow copyrighted material. Which is a shame. Where am I going to get my Daily Show from now? Although I hear you can get it from the Comedy Central webpage. But it's so funny. I can't wait until it's legally put up on the internet.

I think intellectual property should be free for all. Unless it's mine. Then you better pay up you stealing bastards.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Monday, October 16, 2006

What's your number?

Number 300 Million: Latino newborn Los Angeles boy

I wonder what number I was. Of course number 200,000,000 went to Harvard. He had the perfect entrance essay. I wonder if 300,000,000 will be as successful? Maybe he'll move back to Mexico and change his citizenship. Ahh, the future. (and yes, I'm assuming 'Latino' means Mexican. Proove me wrong 300,000,000, prove me wrong. I hope that's what his parents named him.)

300,000,000 is a lot of people. Australia got excited when it hit 20,000,000 a couple years ago. That's less than tenth of my motherland and barely a fraction of China's 1,600,000,000. This may be the most amount of zeros I've blogged.

So the question is, if you take 300,000,000 and divide that by 1,600,000,000 and then divide 20,000,000 by the result, what do you get?

The Soa-Cah-Toa of my golden triangle.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Sticky Date Pudding Blog

Since I keep this one so up to date, Adam and I have started another blog:

http://sticky-date-pudding.blogspot.com/

Because the desert is so yummy and sticky. I love it and it's not even chocolate. Or cheese.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

sweet dreams

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
- William Dement

Saturday, September 23, 2006

My Summer Exercise

So I've decided jogging is overrated and I urban acrobatics looks much more fun. I hope the music is playing the entire time I'm doing it.

Do you think I should take a lesson first?

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

honor bound



A couple years ago, my rant de jour was that if America banned gay marriage in the constitution I would change my citizenship. Which is still true. But now that extends to the new interpretation of torture. Making someone feel as if they are almost drowing or freezing to death is so fucked up, that I shouldn't even have to write about how wrong it is. But yes, if that is allowed or continued to be allowed, I'm out.

Also, in semi-related news, I went to see the performance "Honour Bound" this past weekend. Absolutely stunning. If it leaves Australia, or if you're in the area, I highly recommend seeing it. It will never get to America though.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

I don't take these quizes until I get the answer I want




You Belong in San Francisco



You crave an eclectic, urban environment. You're half California, half NYC.

You're open minded, tolerant, and secretly think you're the best.

People may dismiss you as a hippie, but you're also progressive, interesting, and rich!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Soy Chai Latte

Is there anything better in terms of warm beverages? I don't think so. Maybe hot chocolate sometimes. Tea is good as a base, but it doesn't normally make me happy in a way chai or hot chocolate can. I don't drink coffee. I'm having a soy chai latte as I type this. And I'm reasonably happy.

Reasonably?

Well it is Sunday night and I have class and a meeting with my supervisor and I was just doing some assignments, etc. Which is all fine and good. I don't even know what I'm blogging anymore.

I hate when people blog about their actual boring lives. Like the fact that chai makes them happy and they're giving you an up-to-date account of what they're drinking at the moment. Fucking annoying.

I learned how to fold cranes. There will be a new release soon concerning that. If I get around to it. And I have another project I'm working on. But that one is taking a bit of time. Not much effort, but definitely a fair chunk of time. It may be released before the crane. It depends on if I get around to charging my batteries for my camera or not.

So anyway, other than that (just had another sip of chai, fyi) yeah class, etc. Planning a road trip at the end of the month. Not like I've been keeping this blog up to date (no -'s this time) or anything. So by reading this, all it looks like I'm doing is surfing youtube and torturing birds.

Pretty much.


I bet it would make you happy if you drank that.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Sunday, August 20, 2006

only 40%

of Americans accept evolution.

Unbelievable.

Monday, July 24, 2006

troika


troika
Originally uploaded by awgreen.
this is a good bar in Melbourne.

I recommend it.

sugar lips



These aren't mine btw.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Reflecting


Reflection
Originally uploaded by knicole7.
I was goign to try and make another short flick today called nicole walks through federation sqare to catch a tram but my camera ran out of batteries. Next time.

I believe I wrote a blog over a year ago about the powers of 10 movie. Well, in fed square today there was an exhibition on it. Which is a bit of a coincidence because I was talking about it the other day.

Sorry, that was a boring thing to write.

I'll come up with something more amusing:

Computer games don't affect kids. If Pacman would have affected us as children, we would now run around in darkened rooms, munching pills and listening to repetetive music.

I'm scared of ghosts too. And I think fruit gives me points and power.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Chinese Sustainablity

I had something today - maybe not an epiphany, but something. Maybe a realization.

Anyway, I received an invitation to apply for the Asia-Pacific Leadership Program on Environment and Sustainable Development in Shanghai today. After seeing the cost as $2000 excluding airfare, I'm probably not going to apply.

But that wasn't my something. So I was reading the material wondering how China can portray itself as the leader of Environment and Sustainability in the Asia Pacific without any hint of flawed reasoning (I don't think that's the expression I want either.)

Anyway, the something I had was that this must be how people feel about America when we hold similar conferences. Pretty much, "God you're full of shit."

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

baa

What do you call a sheep with no legs?




A cloud!

Friday, June 16, 2006

trash

wherever i am in the world, i wake up to the sound of trash collectors...

Thursday, June 15, 2006

the devoted few

hooty hoo hoo!!! i'm in america. vicky is blogging so i am too. i had a bit to drink tonight. i'm at josh's. i want to spell it joshes. 

this makes no sense. fuckigna . boring. 

i had a point to this. i don't remember what. something about life and what not. 

saw an inconvenient truth. not bad.

we're all going to hell. 

wait, i don't really believe it. ashes to asheas, dust to dust.

Monday, May 29, 2006

I fixed the title!

and there's not always a squiggly A thingy...!
Okay, so the widget works, but 2 annoying things. There appears to be some wierd A squiggle thing after paragraphs, and I can't put on a title. Is it worth it? Possibly.

As you can see by my flickr photos, I've done some stuff. I went and saw some animals 2 weekends ago. Australian animals. Cool.

I went to a ball because I was peer pressured into it. For the Master's course I'm doing here, an MA in International Development and Environmental Analysis - MIDEA. That's what the ball was for. My dress was too big and kept slipping down. That's why I had the scarf on all night, to protect my boobies. 

We went and saw my friend Steve spin at a cool bar afterwards. I had a drink called absinthe minded - guess what's in that. I was pretty drunk. Adam wasn't very drunk. So we left reasonable early, but Steve had stopped spinning anyway. 

I didn't do much this past weekend. I went and ate Jamaican food on Friday. It was good. Goat and curry. And sticky date pudding, which is actually Australian, not Jamaican.

I just realized another annoying thing, this editor doesn't let you write much.

I also drew on my bed this weekend. In pencil. I'm not sure if I like it enough to ink it over. 

Oh right, and my assignments...
Alright, I'm going to see if this widget works, and if it does, MSGFX will have a come back. Mostly because I'm too lazy to open my webpage and edit the blog through the proper editor, and now I can just do it on my widgest. IF this works. 

I have all my assignements due in the next two days. I think they're pretty much done, but I'm still goinng to procrastinate. 

And, I don't even think I've blogged about what I'm doing anyway...

Saturday, April 01, 2006

hap

I am so happy living here right now. It is amazing.

I am never leaving.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

ciggies for health

The Chinese - always so innovative...

I swear to god, one day I'll actually write a real post in this blog again. I think about it sometimes, but then something comes up.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

comm games

So the Commonwealth Games are here in Melbourne (or about to start, I'm not entirely sure because I, like most the world, could really care less.) Anyway, if most of you are like me, and didn't realize that there actually were Commonwealth Games, there are. They're a chance for all the countries in the world that share Queen Elizabeth as their monarch to compete against each other. Or, as I like to think, a chance for all the countries that didn't just get medals in the Olympics to now compete for them. Of course, I haven't been able to tell anyone here that...

So anyway, Melboure is pretty excited about this. I was in the city this weekend and it almost felt like I was back in China. They had crossing guards at every light, holding the crowds back and directing them to cross at the correct time. The only difference was, they didn't have whistles, they smiled, and there is absolutely no need for them because everyone patiently waits at the crosswalk here and doesn't shove, cut and throw each other aside to cross the road.

Australia really is a cute country.

So one of the big controversies surrounding these games is that Melbourne has opted not to play 'God Save the Queen' at the ceremonies. This makes no sense. As I believe I wrote earlier, these games are a chance for all the countries in the world that share Queen Elizabeth as their monarch to compete against each other. I mean, the only thing the Commonwealth shares in common is the fact that they were all former colonies that opted against revolution from the English and, as a result, now have the same Queen (and yet somehow aren't colonies?) It's backwards, but if you're going to have an entire event surrounding this bond, you should probably recognize the one thing that ties you all together.

God Save that Queen.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

sf

I am a San Francisco girl!




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American Cities That Best Fit You:



70% San Francisco

65% Los Angeles

65% San Diego

65% Washington, DC

50% Chicago


Tuesday, February 28, 2006

burqa

I'm sure many of you know that Australia isn't as sensitive to 'politically correct' statements as America. The Prime Minister, John Howard, is particularly conservative. He is now the longest running PM in Australia. He recently released a statement that Australians find the traditional garb of Muslim woman "confronting". But admitted he had no say over how people should dress.

Since I'm on the topic of Muslim women... A friend of mine told me about a clip from the movie Submission. It's worth a watch. This is the movie the film maker Theo van Gogh was assassinated over a couple years ago.

I tried to download the entire finished portion of the film but the only copy I could find had no sound and only German subtitles.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Thunderbolt and lightening...

So I was out walking around yesterday in 90+ degree weather, this is pretty normal for an Australian summer so I didn't think much of it. I stopped at a cafe with a friend of mine to grab some lunch. As we were eating, storm clouds rushed in over the city and it started hailing. I was pretty impressed by this because I didn't think little ice balls could come out of heat. Anyway, that passed after a little bit and then the thunder and lightening started up and the rain started pouring down. The streets were flooded. I'd never seen anything like it before. Even when I was in the typhoon in Shanghai. It came out of nowhere. The water was a couple feet deep.

Anyway, it would stop for a couple minutes and then start up again. My friend and I tried to escape during this low. As we were trying to cross the street I attempted to jump across a puddle. I lost my flip-flop and it started floating down the street. So I had to run after it. I then lost my other flip-flop and had to run after that one. Cars were honking at me and everything. It was great. Anyway, after wading through the street for a minute or two I was totally soaked. It was pretty impressive.

Apparently this isn't an unusual occurrence. Supposedly floods like this happen all the time. I just tried to find a picture of yesterday and they're already all down. Passe news. I'm already too late.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

no more monkeys...

I've come up with a sad reason to be out of China - other than the fact that everything is more expensive. I don't have as much to write about anymore.

I saw a BBC article on a Tiananmen Square activist and wanted to blog it but decided that I need a new theme.

Sure I still email close friends stories of Chinese kids jumping off their beds and falling out of windows but I feel like I shouldn't dwell on these things now that I'm no longer there.

So I need a new theme that incorporates casual references to my China hobby. Being an American abroad usually has some funny stories.

For example, today I received a phone call from my roommate. He and his coworkers were in a heated debate as to whether or not Hillary Clinton had a female lover. I was designated the "expert" assigned to answer the question since I'm American. I could of told them anything. I said I thought it was only suggested because she was a female politician that went to a pretty lesbian school, but there was no proof.

See, I can still be stereotypical.

So anyway, I'll work on a theme.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

to my child...

For some reason, I still actually get emails like this:

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>BE SURE AND READ THE VERY LAST PART !
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>Please read and forward to as many people as you can. You'll
>understand after reading this.
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>To My Child (don't delete ~ its being tracked)
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>Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face
>and laugh when I feel like crying.
>Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to
>wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
>Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and
>pick you up and take you to the park to play.
>Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and
>let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
>Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the
>computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles..
>Just for
>this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny
>grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will
>buy you one if he comes by.
>Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to
>be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where
>you are concerned.
>Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and
>I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
>Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us
>both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys..!
>Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a
>story about how you were born and how much I love you.
>Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not
>get angry.
>Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on
>the porch and count all the stars.
>Just for this evening, I
>will snuggle beside you for hours, and
>miss my favorite TV shows.
>Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as
>you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest
>gift ever given.
>I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for
>their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their
>children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who
>are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and
>screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.
>And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a
>little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him
>for nothing, except one more day..............
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>Hi. I am a 29 year old father. Me and my wife have had a wonderful
>life together. God blessed us with a child too. Our
>daughter's name is
>Rachel, and she is 10 years old. Not long ago did the doctors detect
>brain cancer in her little body. There is only one way to save her and
>that is an operation. Sadly we don't have the money for the operation.
>AOL and Zdnet have agreed to help us. The only way they can help is
>this:
>If you send this email to other people, AOL will track this email
>and count how many people get it. Every person that opens this email and
>sends it to at least 3 people will give us 32c. Please help us. George
>Arlington
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>-Pray for a Cure
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Monday, February 20, 2006

milk bar

I was walking around downtown the other day when I was nearly hit in the head with metal bar. I looked around and realized I was in Chinatown. I quickly left the neighborhood. If only I had that option all of last year.

I had a bit of a big weekend. There was falling and glass and I was escorted out of a club.

When I first arrived in Melbourne I was excited to learn that there were Milk Bars everywhere. At first I thought it was just general enthusiasm for Stanley Kubrick's Clockwork Orange, but it's just what they call their convenience shops. I get a lot of cravings for milk.

I don't really have anything amazingly interesting to report. Life moves slower here than in China. This is good for me, but bad for this blog. I'll come up with something.

I think I forgot to report this, but when I was in Singapore I actually saw some people get their papers checked. I've never seen someone have their papers checked before. I wanted to take a picture, but then I thought I'd probably get my papers checked and I really didn't want to stay in Singapore for an extended period of time.

Singapore's not too bad. Very clean. You know the yellow line at train stations that you're not supposed to cross but everyone ignores? Well, not in Singapore. They actually fine you $500 for crossing the yellow line. Very orderly.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

burned

I'm sunburned in all the wrong places. I knew it was happening and I did nothing to stop it.

Which leads me to what I've been up to for the past couple days - laying on the beach. The weather has been really nice here and all I have is time. I start classes in a little over a week.

I did register for classes though. That was pretty odd. I'm a student again. It's a bit surreal actually. I didn't think it would be that strange. I got a whole bag full of goodies. It's weird.

Let's see... what else. This isn't China. I can't just rag on the local populace (I will eventually), I have to come up with something good.

The Melbourne film festival is on right now. I went and saw the Boys of Baraka. It's about this boarding school in Kenya where they send inner-city kids from Baltimore. It was ok. I think I was the only person in the theater that understood what was going on. They had to add subtitles for some of the American accents.

Anyway, I need to go apply aloe.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Melbourne


Laying out
Originally uploaded by knicole7.
Well, I'm back.

I believe the last time I really wrote I was excited to leave China. I got out.

I'm sure nobody is reading this blog any more, but I'll try to keep writing.

Anyway, I'm in Melbourne now. After I left China I had a couple of days in San Francisco, then went to New York for about 5 days, came home to SLC for xmas, went to LA to bring in the New Year, sat around SLC for another couple weeks waiting on my visa, went back to SF for a day, on to Singapore for another day, was in Darwin for a couple days, and now I'm in Melbourne.

Since I've been here I've spent most of my time trying to find a place to live. I have one now. And after too many trips to IKEA I'm in a mostly furnished room. My room stinks like sand-colored IKEA cheap wood.

As someone pointed out - I'm on my way to a Fight Club reality.

This brings me to a conversation I had whilst in the US of A. I do enjoy going back to America for a bit. It's mostly a blur of random conversations, a bit of a waking life.

Anyway, I was at brunch with a good friend of mine and she was telling me how one of her friends ran into a mutual acquaintance at an AA meeting (this is in SLC, 1/3 of the people under 25 are in AA.) The odd thing about running into this acquaintance at the AA meeting was that the person actually never drank. She was just there because she was 're-establishing' her spiritual role in life.

Now, for anyone who's seen Fight Club, you'll remember that the guy starts going to AA and other support groups for something to do. He becomes addicted to support groups.

Maybe I'll pick that up. And then blow up the world.

Well anyway, I'm here in Melbourne for the next year and a half or so. I've been greeted with comments like, "American! Wow, that's like being born into slavery."

He later decided that wasn't the best analogy, but "You should get a disabled card when you travel..." was deemed fitting.

Wow, I'm finally American again, not just a first world country that a nation of people are aspiring to be. Well, at least I won't here about that for a while.

Okay, I'm not used to this blogging thing. Give me some time.

Friday, January 13, 2006

alive

I'm not dead, I'm just in America. I probably won't get back to this full time for another month or so.

Yeah, I don't know how I feel about the new design either. I'm not sure about all the green.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

再见

China is cold, so everyone is bundled up when they walk around now. Poofy coats are in. Today I saw a small woman in an enormous poofy coat, beanie hat, scarf, and gloves waddle down the street. She had a bag of steamed, stuffed buns in one hand and was eating one with the other.

I leave tomorrow, so this is really the last time I can make fun of the Chinese directly. After this it will just be blatant racism.

The big news in China over the past month, hasn't been the riots in the south, but the pandas. And I've decided China would be a lot easier to handle if the Chinese were furry. They're already pretty cute in their poofy jackets and stuff when they're not spitting and pushing etc, but if they resembled fuzzy toys or pandas, it would be almost adorable.

People have been asking me if I'll keep up the blog once I leave. I'm not quite sure. Maybe. Probably. I tend to spend a lot of time online and get bored. Hopefully this will be my last blog in China. I highly doubt I'll be blogging if I somehow am unable to leave the country tomorrow, but you never know.

I'm currently trying to jam all my stuff into my bags. A couple years ago I was having a conversation with a friend of mine on returning to America. We were talking about how much stuff we had brought back from China and what a bitch it was getting through the airport. After China I spent a semester in Sydney and she spent a semester in London. Her observation was this:
"Isn't it funny that you cry when you leave China and you cry when you leave England or Australia but they're for entirely different reasons."

I was notified yesterday that I won a drawing for 300 kuai worth of vouchers at a restaurant/bar (lot of good that will do me now, I'll go later tonight.) Anyway, I went to go pick them up today. As I was walking into the gate of the office building I tripped. I didn't get my hands out in time so I fell flat on my face and my nose bumped against the pavement. As I was groping around trying to stand up while making sure blood wasn't gushing from my face, I noticed the guards feet out of the corner of my eye. It was a pretty hard fall. My nose didn't bleed, but it is a bit swollen now and although this country has kept me sick for the past 2 months, I am somehow finding it harder to breathe. If it's still a problem when I get back stateside I'll check it out.

Anyway, this guard saw me fall. He watched me struggling on the ground and sit there checking for blood. He never offered to help, he didn't ask if I was okay, he didn't even laugh. He just stood there watching me. I wanted to cry then for a number of reasons.

I don't have any final words or anything about China, but I'll leave you with this:

When I first moved into my apartment in Shanghai my roommate and I were talking and she was asking me what I was doing in China. I told her I'd studied Chinese in college and I'd been traveling since graduation, and I really had nothing else to do this year. Her reply was, "Ah China. They'll always accept you."

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

ok le

So I'm leaving China soon. I don't think it's quite dawned on me yet. Last weekend I was wondering why I was still here. It seemed like I should have been gone ages ago, and now I feel like I'm not leaving.

I think most of the reason I travel so much is because I love the culture shock I get on coming back to America. Fat people, enormous cars, warehouse shopping, copious amounts of disgusting food... Although now I can mentally prepare myself so it's not as strong. That's why I have to stay away longer and longer. Like a drug.

I'd really like to have no preparation at all. If someone could just kidnap me in my sleep and wake me up in Cosco that would be great. Followed by an enormous meal at Outback Steakhouse and then a swing by an Old Navy and an Office Max on the way to the local Megaplex. That alone would be enough for me to go straight into shock. Somewhere around the entrance of the Megaplex my legs would collapse under themselves and I'd fall into my tub of popcorn sobbing for days on end.

Or the amount of calories consumed in that day would clog my veins to allow only the minimum amount of blood necessary for survival to reach my brain. I'd walk around in a drug liked state unattainable on just MSG and find amusement in the purple and pink designs on the Megaplex wallpaper.

So, someone keep that in mind next time I'm abroad: "Drug Nicole and bring her to middle America without her knowledge."

But I'm pretty convinced I may be killed before I leave the country. The other day I was crossing the street and a cab spun around my corner. The tire actually ran over the tip of my shoe and my clothing brushed against it while it passed. I was pretty unphased by the whole event. I just kept walking. What is more likely to happen is that I'll return home and the realization of all my near-death experiences in China will come flooding back to me and I'll curl up into a ball in the corner of Customs and cry for days on end.

China will wait until last minute though. As I'm boarding the plane another passenger will lean on the controls to the hanger separating it just enough that I will plunge to my death - falling head first into a shipment of cocktail umbrellas. The cocktail umbrellas won't kill me, I'll choke to death on a sesame cake I felt I needed to have last minute.

So some people seem to think I'm "depressed". He writes about my blog on December 2nd. If you scroll down what he says is in English. You can read my response in the comment section.

Yes, I finally got Google Analytics up. I can now spy on who comes to this blog. Where you click from, who your internet provider is, what suburb you're in, even the type of browser, OS, and the number of pixels on your screen. I am god of this website.

Mostly I've just learned how most of my friends and family spend their work days. And since most of them work for a government organization, you can be assured that your tax dollars are going to a good cause - MSG FX baby.

So anyway, I'll get back to America, and I'll go out for a drink (although I get in at 8am), and someone will be bound to ask me the inevitable question:
"So, how was China?"

And I'll sit there, and I'll think about everything that's happened here. All my frustrations, all the annoying times, the smell, the noise, the pollution, the spitting, people pushing, etc. And I'll give the only response I can (and ever) give:

"Yeah, not bad."

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Thursday, December 08, 2005

imagine...

Well it's finally happened. The question that's been over 2000 years in the making:

Can Jesus beat the Terminator?

I've actually been feeling a little excited to come back to America. Or I was. And I'm never, never excited to come back to America. I may lie and say I am, but I'm not. And reading the headlines this morning about the poor bi-polar being shot in the airport, I'm actually a little nervous. So I'm going to give this disclaimer, in case anything happens to me in the airports of America next week:

1.) The odd smell coming from my luggage is just China.
2.) The reason I was giving you a hard time about handling my bags is because you were breaking all my xmas gifts.
3.) I was running around waving my arms around in the air because I finally had enough space to do so without hitting another human being.

I know we're trying to keep our 'national security' tight, but couldn't they have just shot him in the foot or something?

Also, I had a dream about John Lennon last night, totally unaware that today is the anniversary of his death. MSG induced? I think so.

doctor!

Tomorrow is my last day of work and I think I should point out now that I have absolutely no training as a teacher.

However, I do know there are some things one should probably never do in a classroom:
1.) Walk in humming "Don't Stand So Close To Me" by The Police
2.) Say, "What the hell is that supposed to be?"
3.) Run your hands through your hair and declare, "I simply can't do this right now."

I've done all of the above. But in my defense 1.) The Police tune is pretty catchy. 2.) I was a little hung over and tired and I mostly just mumbled that under my breathe. 3.) I was supposed to teach about adverb usage. Quite frankly, I really don't think that matters. One of the best ad campaigns of this century is based on incorrect adverb usage (Think Different) so I really don't think it's all that important.

My students color and draw a lot. I mostly allow this. Only because I think suppressing artistic creativity is much more damaging than not learning English. Look at Hitler. So, if in twenty years we're all confronted with a bunch of artistic Koreans, you'll know why.

In recent weeks I've resorted to playing cards with my students. Go Fish was big, but they're all a bunch of cheaters. We've been playing a lot of Egyptian Ratscrew. They like the slapping. I did end up teaching a pair of brothers Blackjack, but only because they begged me. It's not like I made them bet their lunch money away.

I've taught all my students how to make paper airplanes and a few of the special ones now know how to shoot a rubber band in the straightest, most accurate way. There's a game that in America we call finger football. You fold up a piece of paper into a triangle and take turns trying to hit it over the 'goal posts' created by your friend's hands. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. Yeah, we've played that too.

They found my iPod one day. I had them listening to Harry Nilsson's 'Coconut". They all thought it was hilarious. I figured most of my music is inappropriate, so I only really let them listen to Joni Mitchell's 'Circle Game'. But that shit makes me want to cry, so we couldn't listen to it for too long.

I realize these have little educational value, but at least they hear me speak English. That's my justification.

When I was subbing that Halloween party back in October there was a classic moment. One of the students took a balloon and batted it my way saying, "Teacher!". I perked up and hit it back before my assistant teacher grabbed it out of midair shouting, "We don't play these games in class!" Way to ruin a potentially great game of bat the balloon.

I have enjoyed teaching though. It's been kind of interesting. I wouldn't want to pursue it for the rest of my life or anything, but it's been fun. And the most I've worked has been 23 hours a week, and really, that's not bad.

So, I'll leave you with this. As you know I was looking for a replacement teacher. I found one, but I did get this email today:


My mother language is english, actualy i am newzealander but my father is Iranian, so I could speack persian and a little germany too. but i could speack english fluently.


I'm convinced.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

falling leaves


Changle Lu
Originally uploaded by knicole7.
There's a part in the movie The Land Before Time, when a dinosaur steps on a leaf and it crushes into a bunch of bits.

I'm not entirely sure what the weather is like in the rest of the world, I'm guessing since it's December there's probably snow and stuff, but in Shanghai it's still autumn weather. So I was walking around this morning stamping on leaves to try and get them to crush into a bunch of little pieces. I think it rained earlier this morning though, so none of them were really crunching. I think the locals got a kick out of watching me though.

I also managed to get this shot. It was pretty beautiful. I've been told this has been the worst air Shanghai has had in 4 years. I highly doubt that, but I can tell it's really bad. Like when I go jogging it's that much harder. So the city has been looking pretty crap, but this was a nice moment on Changle Lu.

This is what my street should look like, but as I think I posted earlier they chopped off all the branches on my trees. If you click on this photo and then go to the next photo up on my Flickr page, you can see my lovely stubs.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Lemon Crème Cookie Syndrome



Yet another long one...

When I was in Beijing in May I met with a couple friends of mine who had been in the country for a while and were leaving in June. One of them said to me, "I hate everyone in this country right now, even you."

I laughed at the time, but now I really know where he's coming from.

In my last post I had a link to the amazon page with Jung Chang's new book. At the bottom it has the customer reviews. There are a lot of them. Probably as many as every other book on China Amazon has to offer. Very opinionated and windy. These are the people I have to deal with.

They are commonly referred to as the 'China Nerd'. I've resorted to calling them 'China Losers'. I probably have to include myself in this group, although people who have been here longer and put more into China would guffaw at my Chinese skills and limited research into the country. I may be labeled as a 'China Wannabe'. Really, all I want is to be a nothing at all China. Maybe a china vet.

Anyway, that's not everyone in China, just the group of scholars who put forth a lot of effort and stay here the longest. I think I mentioned in an earlier blog that these are mostly egotistical males.

So, I'll try to give a break down of the different groups of expats that come to the PRC.
1. Students
2. 20 Somethings
3. Accomplished Business Execs
4. Etc.

1. Students come here for a semester or a year or to study in a Chinese university. Sometimes I think they're permanently stuck in Stage 3. They are. They speak a lot of Chinglish. They can see why China is annoying but since they're students they feel this doesn't include them. As typical undergrads they all think that when they graduate they can return to China and get the kick ass job and master the economy and the language and everything about it. They normally stick to their own little student group. You see them out at bars, but they only talk to each other. I used to hang out with some students. It was painful for a number of reasons but they returned home to graduate.
I friend of mine the other day made the accurate comment of, "I can't even talk to undergrads anymore. I just have to walk away." It's true. You're all delusional. I used to be one, I know.

2. 20-Somethings can be broken into sub-categories.
a. English Teachers
b. Non-English Teachers
c. People with good jobs
d. Post-graduates

a. I think English teachers can further be broken down into 2 more categories: Those that come over just to teach and those that teach while looking for 'something better'.
I'm probably in the second category. I did come over here to teach, but with the intention of finding 'something better.' And I did, I'm going to leave the country.
Ok, so the ones that come over here to teach come because they heard that China was interesting. They like Chinese food. Fengshui and all seem kind of fun and trendy. They either get here and hate and go home after their year, or stay and move into the 'looking for something better' group.
The group that is 'looking for something better' teach because it makes good money and you work very few hours. This way you can live in China comfortably while having a lot of free time to pursue your other interests. 'Something better' could be anything. The best option is a job in a foreign firm getting paid in foreign money, but that rarely happens to people who are looking for a job from inside China. What most likely comes up is a sales, design, or marketing position which brings me to
b. Non-English Teachers. These people make as much as the English teachers if not less. They are usually in graphic and web design, sales, or some kind of random marketing position. They don't get paid very well and work long hours but are 'better' than English teachers b/c they aren't teaching English. Teaching English in China is the expat equivalent to waitressing. Something that anyone can do and you try not to mention. I've actually only been a waitress once and I was fired. Supposedly I had an 'attitude'.
c. 20-somethings with good jobs. These people are very lucky. They make Western wages and work in foreign firms. They have really good jobs in advertising or consulting or something along those lines. They work long hours and travel a lot. They're here for the long haul b/c when they're not working, they live like royalty. The only real problem they have to face is that they're still in China. ha. But that doesn't matter because they're rich and save everything they earn and live well. Most of these people get their jobs from abroad and are brought into China. A special few get hired in China. Very, very lucky.
d. Postgrads. They come over to do research. They're on research grants so live well. Kind of like c, but still with the poor student attitude. They're straight on the course for writing an Amazon book review.

A few notes about the 20-somethings in general. We're all pretty well educated and well traveled. Everyone has at least a bachelor’s degree, usually from a good school. We all had a lot of potential at one point. Those in c still do. Those in a and b are looking for a way to bring back the glory days. There are a lot of us and we continue to grow in number. I'm currently reviewing resumes for a replacement for myself when I leave. It's actually pretty depressing going over 60 resumes that are all exactly like your own.

3. Accomplished Business Executives
The older group c. They come over with their families if they have them. They live in ridiculous apartments, have drivers, eat at the nicest restaurants, and very rarely see anything of 'real' China. They stay a couple years and move on. Always brought over from abroad on some amazing package. Pay for nothing and save every penny of their 6-figure salary.
The jokes on you. Your kids are all going to grow up fucked up in American school.
There are also many of these people. I rarely run into them though b/c only the dirty old men hit up the bars. Most of them have their divers take them home to their families every night.

4. Etc.
So these people are usually older. The come over to China to try and relive some of the hippie days or to get married, or to just try to have an experience. They either don't know Chinese at all and don't plan on learning because they're 'too old for that stuff' or they have studied a little. A lot of them teach. Some write. Some just bum around on their savings.
I met a 50 something New Zealand women on a bus in Guilin. She was the only foreigner teaching in a small town. Didn't know a word of Chinese. She spent a lot of time knitting.
Another women I taught a class with once. She was from Germany and had been over here about a year and a half. She knew minimal Chinese. Anyway, we were on the bus going home and talking about China. Her comment was, "I think the Chinese can be a bit.... strange sometimes." I kind of smiled and replied, "Yeah, they're probably the hardest part about living here."

This brings me to the different types of ‘China Snobs’. Somebody else wrote a good blog about this that can be found here. I don't think I’m any of the 4 main snobs he pointed out. But if you read the comments I'm probably an "I'm over China snob” or a “I feel like I’ve put enough time and effort into China to really know what this country is all about and the rest of you are all kidding yourselves snob”. But I’m kind of that way about everything.

So anyway, that's probably a rough generalization of foreigners in China. I haven't spoken much about ABC's (American Born Chinese). They're mostly in the 20-something group and come over here because it's their 'roots' and all. Really it should be FBC (Foreign Born Chinese) but for some reason the Americans stick out the most and are more adamant about being 'in China'.

Another thing I've noticed. Unless you're a FBC, most of the foreigners here are not from cities with established Chinatowns. And really, that makes a lot of sense.

So why Lemon Crème Cookie syndrome? Well for people who are 'white on the outside, yellow on the inside' the usual saying is an inside-out twinkie or an egg. I think both are those are lame. I've always liked the name Oreo Cookie Syndrome, so I guess I'm stealing from the black people.

On a final note, I really do like a lot of people in China. Most of my good friends have some connection to China and I generally get along with most of the people here. We're all just a farce of ourselves.

This blog has gone on way too long.

Monday, November 28, 2005

哈哈哈

So I'm currently reading this new book about Mao. It's by Jung Chang entitled Mao: The Unknown Story. It's banned in China, but I had it smuggled in. Of course it's very biased but it's pretty good and has a lot of stuff I didn't know before.

Anyway, I'm just finishing up reading about the long march but I peeked forward to Stalin's death. They hung a huge portrait of Stalin in Tiananmen Square when he died with a lot of big red banners. The people who came to mourn had to abide by a series of laws. One of which was 'don't laugh'.

This probably wouldn't be needed anywhere else in the world. I do realize this was during a repressive time under a terrible dictator, but I feel like that didn't matter.

On my bus there's a marquee that scrolls across telling people to board the bus in an orderly fashion (never happens), sit quietly (yet again, never), respect fellow passengers (nope), and abide by the 'seven no's'.

It took me about four months to look up what the 'seven no's' are, but apparently there rules that Shanghai has thought up and are as follows:
1. No spitting
2. No jaywalking
3. No swearing
4. No littering
5. No smoking in public
6. No walking on the grass
7. No destruction of public property

So...
for 1. I was spit on writing this blog.
2. I don't think there are any crosswalks in Shanghai, the only way to get across the street is jaywalk.
3. I'd like to see anyone attempt to step foot outside and not swear.
4. If there weren't 24 hour street cleaners this city would be half a mile above sea level on a pile of trash. (I'm not kidding, there are 24 hour street cleaners and it still looks like shit.)
5. hahahahahahahaha
6. This one is probably the easiest to abide by because there is no grass in Shanghai
7. I think 5000 buildings are knocked down each day here. I had trees outside my apartment complex. I woke up one morning and they'd cut off all the branches and moved them all five feet in. So now I have a bunch of stubs lining my street. I still don't know what the move was for.

but at least we can laugh. I guess...

Thursday, November 24, 2005

exit stage right

This is a rather long blog, so I apologize in advance.

It is generally agreed that there are five stages one goes through after arriving in China. These vary on how long you stay for and how much studying/interest you showed in the country before arriving, but the roughly break down as such:

The first stage is the initial excitement upon entering a new country. Little things like seeing neon characters everywhere and people cooking barbeque on the street corner are exciting and fresh and new.

Stage two is an overall disgust for the country. Depending on your personality, the time from stage one to stage two can be between 10 minutes and a week. Underneath the neon characters, people are spitting, yelling, the food smells, the street smells, children are running around without pants on and people are laughing at them.

In stage three, one attempts to understand the culture. They shake off the disgust as unfamiliarity and jet lag and begin to really dive into the oldest civilization in the world. This stage produces the most annoying individuals by far. These people focus hard on learning the language. They wake up early and go to the parks to learn Tai Chi. They only talk to Chinese people. They drink baijiu and refuse to eat any food that isn't Chinese. Fengshui is deep. They start naming calligraphy as a hobby and introduce themselves by their Chinese names. They don't talk to any foreigners who aren't also in stage three. Stage three lasts between 1-12months, also depending on the individual.

Stage four is the realization that your initial assessment in stage two was correct. The country is just loud, annoying, and dirty. People shit in the street and spit on each other. They eat dogs for fun. This isn't a particular cultural aspect to be learned, they really are evil. The Chinese are actually that mean to each other. There is no deep meaning and the oldest civilization has only lasted so long because nobody else would actually want to put up with conquering these people.

You drink a lot in stage four. All your friends are in stage two, four or five (which I'll get to). You hate everyone in stage three more than the Chinese. You desperately try to convert stage two people to skipping stage three. You sleep a lot. You lose interest in things you used to enjoy. Most other places in the world refer to this as 'depression', but here in China we just call it stage four. I think most of this blog took place in stage four. Stage four lasts until you realize you're leaving the country. This could be up to 10 years for some people. I think some people never leave stage four. The glorious depressed I guess.

When I go out at night I run into people in stage four all the time. They're hunched over a drink at the bar, staring into nothing. If you go up and ask them how they are, they shrug. When you ask what the matter is, the response is, "I don't know, I'm just bored. You know?" I usually just pat them on the back and tell them it will be okay. We all hope so at least.

Stage five comes with the realization that you're leaving China. Like a great weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You also drink a lot in stage five, but it's more celebratory than 'drowning your sorrows' kind of drink. A renewed interest for China emerges and you start going out to 'cultural' events and traveling again. Not like the stage three people, this time you have a good sense of sarcasm with you and realize it's all bullshit and just a good opportunity to try out new bars. China's still a shithole, but you don't care because you're leaving. I've heard it compared to 'Senior Stretch'.

I am currently in stage five. Thank God. I still lapse into stage four clearly, but for the most part I'm just counting down the days. Of course in any of these stages, one is prone to lapse into a lower stage.

Stage five is dangerous because with all the celebrating you begin to mistaken these good times as China is a great place and then after you return, you remember this time and think it may be okay to come back. This is why later in life you find yourself getting off a plane in China and wondering, "What the hell am I doing back here?"

Seeing as this is only my second 'real' time in China, I'm not sure if you go through all the stages each time you return. I think you do, but they just go by faster. Like, I'm pretty sure I went through stage 1-3 in about 2 and a half weeks this time. I really don't want to think about next time. And there will be one.

Of course, once you leave China there are another five stages.

The first is an overwhelming feeling of relief and joy immediately upon entering the plane. This is amplified when a foreign(!) stewardess tells the Chinese in the back of the plane they have to be quiet and they sit there stunned.

The second stage is mostly just a strong craving for Chinese food.

The third is an annoyance with anyone who tries to talk about China with some kind of knowledge and hasn't been here. Even if it's negative, you don't want to hear it. Unless you've done it, you can't possibly understand. And the fact that you (the individual who was in China) care what people have to say on the topic pisses you off the most.

The fourth stage is a rejection of having any connection with China at all. You no longer talk about it in conversation and you fail to bring up that you've spent a substantial amount of time there. The only real indicator that you may know something about the middle kingdom is a strong insistence in Chinese restaurants.

I remember when I was living in Sydney one of my good friends came over to my house. We'd known each other for about four months. She was in my room and noticed my Chinese-English dictionary on my bookshelf.
"You speak Chinese?"
"Oh, um, yeah, I lived there for a semester in college, and I'll probably be there next year."
She looked at me as though seeing a complete stranger.

Although you attempt to reject any connection to China, it still creeps up in different ways. Like you find yourself in Chinatown on various occasions and you try to conspicuously click 'Asia-Pacific' on every news webpage. For example, for the past four years a Chinese person has cut my hair. For some reason, I feel the need to go to Chinatown every time I need a trim. I also always tend to have frozen dumplings in my fridge, no matter where I am in the world.

Stage five is the realization that you're going to have to go back to China. It's gnawed at you, it's taunted you and now you have to return. You've been reading articles about the country for too long. Your Chinese has fallen apart. Your dreams are amazingly clear without the MSG. It's the sad acceptance of the inevitable that you don't want to happen.

One day I hope to never hit stage five. I think this may be pretty likely, since most of the people who continue to return to China throughout there life are egotistical males, I may be okay. I only fit half that definition.

This leads me to the type of people who find themselves in China. I was going to get to that in this blog, but it may have to wait. It's pretty basic - we all think we're better than anyone else - but I may want to get into some particularities.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

pro lifer?

Bush's new nomination for the Supreme Court?

turkey

heilongjiang

So I was having an argument last night on why I don't think China will be the next superpower, when I ran across this today:

China confirms "major" pollution of river

I wish they would have specified which river in the title, because I read that and instantly considered myself walking dead. Luckily for me, Harbin is a couple thousand miles away. But that doesn't matter, because it could have (and still may) happened to the Yangtze or the Yellow River or outside of Hong Kong. In which case the damage would be enormous. Beyond anything imaginable in the west. New Orleans would have nothing on a fuck up in Shanghai. Clearly, China has too many domestic problems to become the new hegemon.

I actually used to live in Harbin for about a month. Although it has 9 million people, it's still a small city. Kind of like Minneapolis. People are nicer there, they speak clearly, and the food is terrible. It's a pretty dull town. Nice Russian architecture. It only has two 'night clubs'. I realize that the number of night clubs doesn't determine how fun a place is, but when you're stuck in a small town, south of Siberia you become pretty dependent on it. Anyway, overall it's a pretty cute place. They have an ice festival in the winter. They also host the International Ski Conference. I helped put that together actually when I worked for the UN Industrial Development Organization. Obviously the UN knows where development is needed most in China - the ski slopes. This way the Chinese who are finally rich enough to ski, now have decent facilities to do so. I actually know some people in Harbin (well if I ever emailed them I would), I hope they're ok.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

PT-141

I just read about the new sex drug.

It is non-addictive, easy to use, has no serious physical side effects.

If this drug does what it says it does, there is no way it is 'non-addictive'. Fuck, I read the article 4 times on the prospect of a hit.

The article in New York Magazine is pretty good.

Sunday, November 20, 2005




Wow, bushie can ride a bike. Try it out on the streets of Beijing next time.

All I have to say is, Thank god he has that water bottle.

So anyway, I went to the gym the morning, but I forgot my water bottle. This normally isn't a problem because I can buy water there. So I went to the little cafe where I usually buy water but nobody was there. So I went and asked this girl who worked a the gym if I could buy water. She was watching TV on a big screen TV and told me I'd have to wait for the attendant. So I sat down and waited about 5 minutes. I got kind of annoyed, so I went and asked a guy at the main desk if I could get some water. He told me that it wouldn't open for another hour.

It's fucking gym. They'd been open for 5 hours already. If nothing else, they should have water available.. The guy told me I could drink from the tap. I got annoyed and went and sat in the steam room for longer than I should have considering I had no water. I didn't end up working out.

1680



Look how puny and sad Shanghai was. Just like Santa Fe.

Actually, according to this map, the only place that hasn't changed in the past 325 years in Manila.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

not bad


Blunt, but he's got a point.
Originally uploaded by Tetsuo1.
this guy has clearly tried to get a cab here.