Sunday, December 25, 2005

Wishes from my Department




That was quite an interesting holiday card all the foreign teachers received from the department. This inter-cultural and inter-religious fusion is sure something... Makes you stop in your tracks and contemplate, if nothing else. You know. Same roots, same origins. As seen by the Chinese beholder...

Makes me think how much I know about their culture. I am sure I might look funny or even something less adequate when trying to operate with Chinese cultural constants. Anyhow, just a thought and a remark.


Saturday, December 24, 2005

Merry Holidays and Happy New Years


Well well well
Yo ho ho

The holiday season is starting and I wish all those who are reading it - Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

The life has been hectic around here - and it is still like this. I have just finished the 4th issue of my newspaper - I am looking for ways to post it on the web; I had to make 3 variants of test papers, and I am still working on a huge moonlight translation job, and that's all intersprinkled with going to department lunches, cooking, reading, planning nearest future, building and supporting relationships - with virtually no time to have a healthy sleep - so I guess I am having unhealthy ones. a-hem. Not speaking of supporting a meaningful blog. So -->

Coming up - bloopers - with pictures
- travelogues
- fresh musique and movies
- martial arts sketches
- virtual tours of modest foreign specialists' apartments
- modest notes on tea-drinking
- kicking dogs
- stuff I will hopefully come up with later on.

Grand holidays and pleasant surprises to all!



Monday, December 12, 2005

Canine excrement as an artistic metaphor

Doggy Poo

"This innovative DVD is a unique product that will help your child to understand some of life's sensitive problems. Your little one will have the opportunity to engage in this story while developing tolerance and an appreciation of nature. Doggy Poo lived on the side of the road and feels left all alone in this world. He believes that nobody needs him for anything and he is sad. Doggy Poo is searching for the meaning and purpose in his life. One day, Doggy Poo meets a lovely dandelion sprout who will help explain Doggy Poo's purpose in life.

Delightful cartoon animation and characters liven up the screen. Children will enjoy this product as it provides a platform for important conversation."

Well, children, this product sure is a platform for conversation alright. And an important one as well. So why not have it? :)

I heard about this Korean cartoon some time ago (see the Russian (foul-)language ;) blogger-review) and decided that it's pretty yucky but worth watching to widen cultural horizons. To the mixed feelings about the cartoon there added a host of prizes this piece of art has won:
-Telly Award Recipient: Telly Award Finalist awarded two "Bronze Telly" statuettes in the following categories:
^ Children's Audience
^ TV or Cable program - Children
- Gold Award Winner: National Parenting Publications Awards (NAPPA) 2004 Awards (Preschoolers)
- Best Kids Film: Spudfest Film Festival 2004
- Dr. Toy's Best Children's Vacation Products 2004
- Best Pilot Prize: The Tokyo International Anime Fair 2003
- The Best Pilot for Domestic & International Market: The Korea Culture & Contents Agency
- The Best Animation Prize: Donga LG International Festival of Comics, Animation Games 2003 - Excellence Award: Korea Cartoon, Animation & Character 2003
- Cartoons on the Bay 2003 : Selection of in the International Showcase in April 2003
- Big Apple Anime Fest 2003: Viewer's Choice Award


I decided to refrain from spilling my guts out on just the raw impressions, not having watched the picture. But after seeing it I can do nothing but agree with the creators on the fact that it really is "a philosophic and religious art piece" (a point of view revealed in an interview with the animators). Jokes apart, the Buddhist perspective as I see it revealed itself in utmost power. Remember, their references to muck and Buddha, and the wheels of rebirth and stuff... Mixed feelings still prevail though. Cultural axioms are shaken and re-evaluated. A miserable piece of seeing and talking doggy dung crying on a village road. A strong metaphor. New means of artistic self-expression and trying out fresh (*a-hemm*) daring forms. Allusions sparkle and vanish into disbelief.

It is not your direct and unsophisticated educational accounts of the kinds of poo expounded in children's books with cute language and lively pictures - the kind of which I stumbled upon when working in San Francisco's Union Square Borders Bookstore - and studied that printed word with surprise. Now, it's personified. It's not even the cheesy Mr.Hanky the Holiday Poo from South Park, - though it is the first parallel that comes to mind. (Duh, the picture of Mr.Hanky here is supposed to jump around... Well, imagine it is :))

'For everything, there is a reason for being'. Can't argue with this one. But here's what I've came up with after nervous giggles, peals of laughter and stifled sobbing at the end where the main hero find his (her? - to be more politically correct) glorious end in sublimation within the meaningful cycle of matter and life. Surprisingly, the following conclusion is somewhat in accord with my forsaken Ph.D. on cultural values (should I pick it up eventually?). The values attached to the phenomena of the exterior world are the products of human understanding, varied with time, place, development, surroundings or even deprivation. And these conventional values would not exist without their carrier - the human. Yep, something to think about.

For those unable to put your hands on this new symbol in philosophical animation, here's the online version of the cartoon - unfortunately only in Chinese.

But... What else is coming? I am not a great judge of all the things on the face of the Earth or their higher purpose, but I still have some conservative standards and am somewhat reluctant to shift my contemporary scale of what's decorous in art - at least as far as my own creativity is concerned. So far that is. ; ) But who am I to restrict artistic means of other demiurges? What's natural is not shameful. So should we now expect cinema heroes with profound subliminal messages, such as introspecting snivel? Snotty snot finding a purpose in free flying? Perky smegma discovering the outside world? Adventures of a curious pee? Dandruff in search of the meaning of brotherhood? I get the metaphoric part. BTW, knowing that at first Doggy Poo was a book, then a theatrical play and now a cartoon, to complete this cycle the next logical move would be to make a special-effects flick, with true-to-life visualization, where not people (like in a play), but computerized 3D sh*t broods over the vicissitudes of life and death, glaring around with tear-filled eyes.

It's a good cartoon

Sunday, December 11, 2005

The hood













I had already told some of my friends that here at the Quanzhou Normal University foreign teachers dwell in Section A - the dorm area entirely dedicated to girls. Among twelve or so buildings our half-a-building stands out as a place inhabited by laowai teachers of both sexes. I live on the fourth floor, and have a nice view of the dorm panorama - hundreds of balconies thriving with life. And female life forms at that. Students live three to eight people in one room, depending on how rich the families are (tuition amount stipulates stratification by the number of roommates). So the balconies are always full of newly (hand-)washed items drying off, and it is truly a nice picture. Something domestic, warm and practical.

In the evenings all of the windows are happily lighted and this picture doesn't cease to heighten my spirits.













It all looks like a fairy-tale neighborhood, with toy houses, and toy life going on the inside. Do you remember that feeling of amazement in the childhood - a toy house with the lights and furniture, and you can imagine things happening on the inside...

So now, dear Abby, is that a normal state of affairs or am I a friggin' voyeur?

: ))

Seriously now, I am not getting my kicks out of filling my life with images of that of others'. But the girls do use curtains or huge plastic sheets to create the atmosphere of a secure home. I don't, though. And I am curious as to whether while walking around the house I attract stealthy glances from any of the windows. Last semester I noticed a girl in the window of the fifth floor right opposite my apartment viewing a basketball game using binoculars. Now, that's something to think about, huh? Given all that curiosity towards foreigners.

I was walking home from the canteen up the road to my house one day, and a happy girl greeted me with a usual 'Hallou' and told me she knows me, I live in the foreigners' building, and she's the one on the fifth floor in the opposite building. After a couple of phrases I found out that she is the one watching games with binoculars. And that she never directed the lenses anywhere else of course. A new tinge to meeting people in the street - she might be less of a stranger than I think ; )

On munchin' sweet wood


I have finally tasted that sugar cane. Here in South China you often see common folk chewing on these sugar canes, spitting around the munched pulp right on the ground. That sure gave me some horripilations just to look at these ruminant activities. Like a lucky scout who stumbled upon a camp site with marks of its previous dwellers' activities, you can for sure say that a bunch of laobaixings stayed at a bus stop prior to your arrival, or that a flock of taxi drivers were awaiting customers for quite some time at a taxi stand. That's why I stayed away from those green or reddish sticks sold on every corner here, saying to myself, man, no! I am not going that low. The aesthetic value of this is something that rings the same kind of bell with another blogger's and China-life chronicler's ruminations on expectorating and stuff.
Sugar canes in their original format are sold at markets as long (or high - depending on whether you put 'em up or lie 'em down) stems - see the pic. They are brought to the place on any available means of transportation - trucks or motorcycles - it's fun to see a cyclist carrying a bunch of sugar cane stems under his arm steering wildly with one hand, and the ends with leaves bobbing against the road as he swooshes through the crazy traffic.


I did try sugar-cane juice on Gulangyu Island in Xiamen though, when hawkers squeeze sugar canes through two rollers right in front of you, decanting sweet yellowish sap into a plastic cup (for 2 yuan) or a plastic bottle (for 5 yuan).


Makin' of the sweet nectar:

Suppressing the voice of caution I did drink the fresh natural sugar, and let me tell you it is not that bad at all. But until recently I haven't tried to masticate on the cane itself.







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Taste of sweet wood - Get it from the horse's mouth!

With mixed feelings I finally bought myself a cane in our campus supermarket from my buddy - a fruit-stand Laoban. Locals who chew on those usually take away the bark with their teeth, boosting the immune system. I decided to bark the soap-washed cane with knife, for sure cutting off some of the sugary flesh, but you can't be too cautious with unknown sugar canes.

Well, how does it feel to plunge your teeth into a moist piece of wood it is? - an exciting move! I'd never really chewed on sticks or the like before, so the feeling is nothing I can match to from my previous gustatory sensations. But the sweet sap does stream down the cane. And it is tasty and munchy. Haw,I am looking for words to better explain it to those of my friends who never tasted it, and the best I can come up with is "it tastes like a sugar cane" :)

But you have to get rid of the munched pulp - that's sure thing. I usually eat sugar canes in my apartment, so I open the trash bin, chew on a little piece of the cane, take it out with my fingers and carefully place in the trash. Feel like a dork, but the years of cultivation do not allow simple spitting. Though I tried. In the latter case the pieces of wood fly around and do not necessarily hit the insides of the garbage can.


Funny thing is that after some time the dried up pile of chewed wooden slivers looks nothing different from flinders you get after simply hewing away at a branch of a tree. Heh, but that's a real first-hand experience of another culture. And I am still trying - to the best of my abilities - to do in southern China as the southern Chinese do.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Weather report

It started to be wintery here. Sunshine yes, but a couple of days ago it suddenly became so cold, -- the wind and cold hands, and the sound of too many students sniffing loudly and blowing their red noses in the classrooms. It’s funny how you ask them something and they jerk up their heads from the tissue and look sheepishly with their red eyes, admitting they were not listening because they had a more important mission to accomplish. But they are proud that no matter what they showed up for the class to ‘learn some more knowledge’ and this feat is valued more than my plea to consider the others and myself – who do not want any of their germs flying around a confined room. Others don’t seem to mind. I don’t give them hard time for that though, I overall have become mellower lately, no longer that iron-fist crazy laowai teacher ;)

No central heating inside houses makes it warmer to be outside than inside in the daytime. A-ha, the South-China subtropical snowless winter is here!
And it’s only the beginning. I asked the students how they endure this, and the answer was simple - wear warm street clothes inside the dorms and spend much time under a couple of blankets. Hehe. Foreign teachers have air-cons with heating functions (and plenty of holes in the windows and doors), but I realized that for the past two mornings I woke up with my feet cold. Not a good sign. Gotta scrape up some courage and get myself a second duvet ;))

And I suddenly remembered an image from the childhood - do you know how the smoke from a chimney smells on a clear winter morning, mixed with the fragrance of the fresh snow which sparklesg under the sun? …It’s something acutely fresh and tenderly stinging in the nose... I’ve got an unexplained surge of happiness rising just at the shadow of this memory. Had this osmetic trip a couple of days ago, and another time just now with the gust of a chilly wind from the (closed) balcony. I guess I miss my old days. : ) But the main issue of this post is not the winter, it is --

Avian flu... Well, I don’t know what the picture really is, reading other blogs I might suspect the whole thing is (information-wise) similar to the 'abundance' of information on SARS 2 years ago. I remember my two times in the hospital in Lianyungang, having recurrent pneumonia but being assured that it’s not the untamed bug that’s ravaging around the country. I still hope it was not, but imagine the feeling. And this is not a very bright perspective, being shut off in a country with an epidemic and no information on how bad it already is or where it is going. Well, it sure is politically wise to prevent panic, but it’s still little fun to not know if there are any humans with the mutated disease possibly walking around and not being ‘seen’ because officially our city has no cases of H5N1. Hypothetically, that is. Why all this worried rambling? It’s just my musing on whether to take the following news as a disguised sign of approaching havoc or as just a routine precaution… I sure vote for the latter. Anywho, for these past two days on the first floor of our university there was held an exhibition of anti-bird-flu posters, cute in their cartoonish execution but pregnant with premonition – at least for my agitated mind. If nothing else, these pix may serve as an example of propaganda-pop-art here in the Middle Kingdom ;) Laughing students passing by those hand-painted artifacts and a lone untouched laowai taking pictures of them just add to the atmosphere of the normal flow of life.

All’s well and the sun is shining. Gets a trifle colder though. But as I often get it: “But in your country it is colder. You must feel ok”. And I guess I do.

And now - to the gallery:



A fablet : )

...Or fable-let? Fablelet? A small fable... Ah, neologisms are hard to coin ;)

Чего-то готовил себе есть, засвербила мыслишка про языковую игру, и вот вылилось…. Зарисовочка тэкскать ; ) Ничего особенного, а вот само собой стало сочиняться, и надо-ть, стало быть, зафиксировать. Тренировка застоявшейся родной речи. По мотивам моих настроений последнего времени…
(A little stream of Russian creative writing. I wonder if I will ever be able to translate the play on words into English…. Should try some day. Someone wanna try?)

Жил-был мальчик, и звали его Тычёна. Он был очень вежливый, потому что всегда и всем представлялся. Может, имя свое он получил в раннем детстве, уподобившись в глазах окружающих маленькой тычиночке, а потом вырос, и уменьшительно-ласкательность удалили. Пришлось вносить коррекцию на рост. А может еще почему. Кто ж знает. Тут и язык его подвязался, и стал он рассказывать людям про свое имя. Рассказывал с напором, чуть подавшись вперед и заглядывая в глаза в напряженном ожидании – поймут ли? Расслышат ли? И боялся, надо сказать, не напрасно, ибо некоторые - видимо, иносранцы, языка не разумеющие, бывало, пресекали порыв встречным по траектории. Пока не пресекли совсем. А нечего представляться кому не надо.

Comments update

Good news. Being a 'kewl hacker' I have hustled up this site and opened the comments option for unregistered users. Now anyone could leave comments if they wanted, but my previous saying about preference of private Electric-mail responses still stands. Hope this will not open the door for the much spoken about robot mailings. We'll live and see...

Комментарии открыты для незарегистрированных. Ура.

Rasta.... Rasta это классно....


Tasta of life... Ancient grass...
Who's in line to get a bag of ancient grass? I'll be after you. How much is a kilo?
Gimme two : )

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

About comments for my blog

Huh! I just found out that to leave a comment you need to register at blogger.com. That sucks. But anyhow, I made this blog just to share my experiences with my friends, tell you all how I've been lately, so if you don't feel like registering, that's alright. I've heard it's even better - rather than raking away at robot postings - or for that matter other comments ; ) (a picture of a rake I failed to find, so let's transfer the metaphor to mopping away at those pesky things)

Just read and (at times) enjoy : )

If you feel like answering just drop me a line to my usual address @mail.ru.

In the meantime I'll look for a better place to host my blog. Thing is, this one allows to post pictures right on this site, while others ask you to give links to other websites with your pictures, so that's a problem jumping from site to site.

Ugh, nothing is perfect in this world...

И еще - про русский язык - надеюсь когда-нибудь сделать двуязычные посты - хотя надо, надо английский учить, ребята. Я, вон, учу, учу, а все никак не выучу. Русский, кстати, тоже. А тут китайский...

Кстати:
И еще - про китайский язык - 我不会写 henduo henduo, so maybe later : )))

P.S. The picture is snatched from www.polusharie.com The copyright is not mine if there is any, so I hope I haven't infringed on anything : )

Monday, December 05, 2005

They always fall in love all the time... A movie review


Well, I finally decided to get myself a blog.
Welcome and all that, --
Life in China revealed through the prism of my mental and spiritual (im)maturity...

First thing I'd like to entertain you with is a short essay written by four girls in my Creative Writing class - in turn but surprisingly in a unison. Enjoy.

Today I went to watch a movie. The movie’s name is “Myth”, but everybody didn’t watch it seriously. “Myth” is brilliant, but most people were busy to love. They just wanted a place to love. Only a few people wanted to see the movie.
I saw many lovers kissing in the cinema. They just needed a place to talk and eat. They didn’t watch the movie, they just looked at each other all the time.
After the movie people didn’t talk about the film itself. They always fall in love all the time. It was very impolite. But lovers always think the cinema is a good place to fall in love.
By Jenny, Meg, Nicole and Eva

Simple and true in its unsophisticated bare honesty. A picture of daily hardships university students have to deal with here.

...We too used to be so awfully young (C) Nikon