Saturday, October 31, 2009
Chairman Mao on a Forklift
Riding the bus this morning, I saw a man, wearing a green cap, green jacket, and green pants, with the pudgy build and facial features of the Chairman, driving a fork lift.
I saw this outside the living room window this morning.
I took this photo of the Wuxi Catholic Church with my new camera phone. I was doing an Expo English event at a apartment complex across the canal from the church, which is in the European street area.
Two Trucks have a collision
Coming home by my Sleek last evening, my path was blocked by two trucks which had just collided. A long flat bed, making a left turn, had run into a truck, with trailer, that was also making a left turn. The truck and trailer were on the inside.
Friday, October 30, 2009
- Yesterday, Tony vomited out his entire supper. He had had about 16 shrimp, and proceeded to vomit it everywhere. Afterwards, he was fine. But that is the sort of thing that worries me about his staying in the Chinese countryside.
- Tony is a celebrity about Beixing. My wife Jenny tells me "Every one knows him!"
- It took my wife an hour to feed lunch to Tony yesterday. So, in her words she "beat him".
Thursday, October 29, 2009
It hadn't rained for such a long time, I had forgotten the possibility of it until my ride home tonight. I was making good time with the light traffic and then I felt a spinkle. I made the decision to not put on the raincoat because the rain seemed light. But then ten minutes from home, the rain became heavy and my electirc bike shorted out. Luckily, it didn't completely short out as I was able to do thirty kmh instead of the forty I normally do. But going at a slower speed forced me to put on the rain coat.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
First, if the government rigs reality by messing with the value of money, how can we expect any other part of the economy to not be distorted and dishonest?
Second, if we abandon simple, comprehensible rules and rely on constant tinkering by wise leaders, what happens when we instead get leaders who, having done no work but rabble-rousing among Chicago's poor, have not the least clue about running an economy?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Rare Readers may remember all the photos and videos I have published here of the restaurant above. This photo shows the restaurant at lunch time.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I try giving my videos unusual titles in hopes of getting views. And in this video, I do try to contemplate the poetry while surveying all the new China has to offer.
For a boy who lived on the Canadian prairies, the view on the bridge in the video is something else.
There was a time when teachers did not necessarily require a high school certificate. Most were taught, even self-taught, on the job, which is an extremely effective way to weed out those not suited to it. The number of teachers tended to swell and shrink with the number of pupils to be "educated," and of course there were no unions.
And hardly any administration, either. Our ancestors couldn't afford such things, and the unavoidable administrative tasks tended to be pieced out among the teachers. A principal was in effect the senior-most teacher, captain of the team hired by a very local school board.
It strikes me, after two-score years in and out of the "profession" (as it is now called), that my entry into it would be inconceivable today. My critics might perhaps celebrate this indubitable indication of "progress," but in my own view it is a great pity.
My task, as Mr. Davey quickly explained, was to "try very hard not to fit in."
I am of an obedient nature, and have been trying to follow Mr. Davey's instruction ever since.
A Buddhist goes to a hotdog vendor and asks for a dog with everything.
The vendor prepares the hotdog, takes a $50 bill from the Buddhist, hands over the food, and then turns to the next customer.
The Buddhist says "Hey! What about my change?"
The vendor says "True change comes from within."
-- Chi An
Source: quoted in A Mother's Ordeal: One Woman's fight Against China's One-child Policy, Steven W. Mosher ( New York: Harcourt Brace & Company, 1993), p. 212-213.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
- I will do an English Corner tonight on peace.
- I will go to a primary school next week.
- I will ride my electric bike home tonight.
- I will read lots. Right now, I am still in the midst of the Wind in the Willows. Why is it taking me so long to get throught a kid's book. I find the prose heavy. I am re-reading "With Charity toward none: a fond look at Misanthropy" by Florence King. Adopting the mood of films or books I have read, I imagine myself walking around saying bitter truths and what is on my mine -- never happens in reality though.
- Sandwiches for lunch.
- I will present the next set of O20 photos in a Swedish dialect?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
I took the above photo while doing an "Expo English" event for the school. The edge of the apartment looked like it had been the product of a very sharp slicing knife.
A downtown Wuxi park.
My son Tony drinks Coca Cola with a fork.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
rich, a tragedy for the poor."
The hermit in his lone abode
Nurses his thoughts cleansed of care,
Them he projects to the wild goose
For it to his distant Sovereign to bear.
Who will be moved by the sincerity
Of my vain day-and-night prayer?
What comfort is for my loyalty
When fliers and sinkers can compare?Something a student told meThe engineers of Jiangsu like to boast about many elevated highways and road they have built. (I ride under these things all the time. The underside is dark, dank, and dirty. Riding these highways in Wuxi, the city looks dead, modern skyscrapers without the teeming life of the cites.)Li BaiDRINKING ALONE WITH THE MOON
From a pot of wine among the flowers
I drank alone. There was no one with me --
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon
To bring me my shadow and make us three.
Alas, the moon was unable to drink
And my shadow tagged me vacantly;
But still for a while I had these friends
To cheer me through the end of spring....
I sang. The moon encouraged me.
I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
As long as I knew, we were boon companions.
And then I was drunk, and we lost one another.
...Shall goodwill ever be secure?
I watch the long road of the River of Stars.Wang WeiAnd the more the King loved her, the lovelier she looked,
Blinding him away from wisdom.TO QIWU QIAN BOUND HOME
AFTER FAILING IN AN EXAMINATION
In a happy reign there should be no hermits;
The wise and able should consult together....
So you, a man of the eastern mountains,
Gave up your life of picking herbs
And came all the way to the Gate of Gold --
But you found your devotion unavailing.
...To spend the Day of No Fire on one of the southern rivers,
You have mended your spring clothes here in these northern cities.
I pour you the farewell wine as you set out from the capital --
Soon I shall be left behind here by my bosomfriend.
In your sail-boat of sweet cinnamon-wood
You will float again toward your own thatch door,
Led along by distant trees
To a sunset shining on a far-away town.
...What though your purpose happened to fail,
Doubt not that some of us can hear high music.(Can this poem provide solace to a high school student today who has failed his high school entrance exam?)Du Fu...A thousand years' fame, ten thousand years' fame-
What good, when you are dead and gone.Han YuMOUNTAIN-STONESRough were the mountain-stones,and the path very narrow;And when I reached the temple, bats were in the dusk.I climbed to the hall, sat on the steps, and drank the rain- washed airAmong the round gardenia-pods and huge bananaleaves.On the old wall, said the priest, were Buddhas finely painted,And he brought a light and showed me, and I called them wonderfulHe spread the bed, dusted the mats, and made my supper ready,And, though the food was coarse, it satisfied my hunger.At midnight, while I lay there not hearing even an insect,The mountain moon with her pure light entered my door....At dawn I left the mountain and, alone, lost my way:In and out, up and down, while a heavy mistMade brook and mountain green and purple, brightening everything.I am passing sometimes pines and oaks, which ten men could not girdle,I am treading pebbles barefoot in swift-running water --Its ripples purify my ear, while a soft wind blows my garments....These are the things which, in themselves, make life happy.Why should we be hemmed about and hampered with people?O chosen pupils, far behind me in my own country,What if I spent my old age here and never went back home?(I love the concluding lines of this poem.)government officials grow fixed in their waysAnd never will initiate beyond old precedent;
(some things never change.)
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The boat traffic on the canals that criss-cross Wuxi do give this jaded foreigner a feeling, verging on authentic, of what old China was like. So it is a pleasure for me to take Tony to the bridge near our apartment. It is not quite a wonderful setting as the bridge near Xi Hui Park, but it will do.