For Qing Ming Festival Day, we drove
out to Jenny's hometown. We spent more time getting to and from her
hometown then actually visiting with her parents. The traffic was
horrible. What would in theory be a 70 minute drive took us 150
minutes. The sources of the delays were the toll gate area at the
Jiangying Bridge and a turn-off near the bridge which was but one
lane wide. Three lanes of traffic were trying to get into it and
this was a cluster lanes became blurred.
A few good things came out of the
ordeal One was news from Jenny that the 3,000 drivers who tried to
cheat and get around traffic slowdowns by driving on the shoulder
were all to be punished severely. Two was Jenny's vowing never to go
to the hometown for a day trip on a holiday.
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Restaurant at the Wu Culture Park.
Coming back from Jenny's hometown on Qing Ming day, our plans to
visit a military museum in Jiangying were scuttled by traffic and so
we decided to check out this restaurant at the park near Casa
Kaulins. We had quite an enjoybable time. The restaurant was
situated so that it overlooked a pond and thus afforded a great view.
And it also had good food. If you look at my wordpress blog, you
can find some photos I took of the place.
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On the day after Qing Ming Day, we
drove out to to a park near the Ling Shan Buddha. I wish I could
tell you the name of it, but I am too lazy to check on the
Internet.. All I can say is other than the nice drive to it , the
park was forgettable. A pedestrian walk street with a phony park
next to it built for the sole purpose of attracting tourists.
One detail about going to the park
struck me as interesting. The road to it was narrow: one lane
either way with bike lanes on both sides.
I have seen how these roads can be
nightmares at busy times because cars will try to pass other cars by
driving in the bike lanes. To stop this from happening on Qing Ming
Day, the powers that be decided to lay lots and lots of traffic cones
on the dividing lines between the lanes in order to bring some order
to the traffic.
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Tony tells me he has work to do on the
Iphone. He just wanted to play a driving game.
He must have heard me say that I had
work to do on my computer so I could get him off my computer.
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On the train one evening, I saw this
older local woman eating a banana. How boorish I thought to myself.
I then saw that she had noticed me and my foreign colleague who I was
standing by, and that she was pointing us out to her child.
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On the Shanghaiist site, there was a
report of a “blatantly racist” (against Chinese) leaflet being
distributed on some campus in Texas. I saw the leaflet in the
report. And all its complaints about Chinese behavior were true. I
showed it to another foreign colleague and he said that it could have
said more. I found the whole report troubling because, the school
authorities were treating the whole incident as racist without
dealing with the real and justifiable complaints that the leaflet had
presented. As well, the response from a Chinese student group was
focus on the “racist” aspect of the leaflet and make a statement
of being proud of being Chinese, without any acknowledgment that
maybe their behavior needed some modification.
It was a clear example of truth being
suppressed and a real injustice being done; and so I found it very
troubling. This calling people racist is being used as a cover for
some people to behave boorishly.
Alas, I am becoming a person who can be
accused of being racist. And I am also very confused about what
racism is exactly. I thought it was a hatred of a group of people
because of their skin color. That kind of hatred is stupid and
irrational; and it is evil if it involves wanting to do actual harm
to these groups. But racism is currently viewed as more than just
that and even people who mean well or who have truthful complaints
can be called racist.
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I realized I can take an alternate
route on the days when I have to walk to Tony's classroom to pick him
up.
Instead of going up the stairwell
everyone else does, I realized I can go down a hallway to another
stairwell that no one else would think of taking. The route isn't
shorter than the popular route, but I don't have to deal with squirts
yelling “laowai” as I pass them.
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I was hyping a meeting between Xi and
Trump but it was overshadowed by Trump's decision to bomb Syria.
I have no opinion on the bombing but I
can appreciate the arguments that both sides, pro and con, are making
for their positions
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Just let it go! I was telling myself
this as I drove Tony to school in the morning because I didn't want
to get carried away with road rage. But sure as heck, I got angry as
I was driving back home. Some prick in a BMW cut me off.
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Breaking rulers and overturning desks
so that the contents of the student's desk fall on the floor.
Whatever it takes to get the primary
school students to be quiet and respectful.
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When taking the subway, I choose to
board cars that are at the ends of the train. So when waiting for
the train, I stand at either end of the platform; and usually the end
that fewer people will stand at. While I wait, it is my habit to
pace back and forth and not to stand in a spot.
I would think that if I came upon
another person doing this, that this person would have dibs on
boarding the train before others. In Wuxi however, I have discovered
that locals will walk up and take up the spot that I think I am
entitled to by having gotten there first. The local mind sees
nothing wrong with this. Talking to other foreigners in Wuxi, they
have noticed this behavior as well and taken it as being rude and
selfish.
So from the time of this entry, I am
going to have to stand my guard as I wait for the train.
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Tony and I have been watching Rick and
Morty.
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Don Rickles R.I.P. To a Canadian, he
said “Why don't you put skates on your face and go play hockey
somewhere.”
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Got two more traffic tickets. One of
them we got when we were stuck in a traffic jam returning from that
day at the park near Ling Shan. I found myself in a left turn lane
and no one would let me in a straightaway lane. Some idiot then got
on my left and I was wedged in between cars so that I was straddling
a line. A traffic camera caught this and so a message was sent to
Jenny's phone.
The damn thing about the roads in China
is that you are always having to change lanes to avoid getting stuck
in a turn lane. Every once and while, you find yourself in a left
turn lane and stuck in heavy unforgiving traffic that won't let you
change lanes. I know how to avoid this on familiar stretches of
road, but if I am an area of town that is new to me, I will often
make this mistake.
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It has been pointed out to me that the
disruptive students in the primary school classes are often stuck at
the front of the class. Getting a close look at them, I can report
that they are a mixed bunch. That is, the disrupters come in all
shapes, sizes and personalities.
One of the kids in a grade three class
is too clever for the material I have been teaching. He sits towards
my left. I got great joy at being able to get him to cry when I took
his desk and dumped its contents on the floor to stop him from acting
like a baboon.
A male classmate of this boy who sits
on my right, looks like a mental defective because he has all the
teeth on one side of his mouth missing as well as a cereal bowl
haircut. When he approaches me, I have to fight the urge to swat him
away. He is like a mosquito
Near the boy on my left sits a girl who
always scowls and refuses to answers any questions. If I had to
teach her everyday, I would want to take a ruler and smack her on
each side of the head to put across the notion that only low-grade
people answer questions in monosyllables.
There is this boy, in a grade four
class, who looks like he will grow up to be a criminal – he seems
to enjoy being able to leer and scowl like a devil. Nothing in this
devil child's countenance suggests he is capable of anything but
malevolence. I see the other kids mock him as something of a freak.
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On the road betwixt Casa Kaulins and
the Hui Shan Wanda Shopping Center there are many government
buildings including a tax bureau and a police station and a law
court.
One Sunday I could not help but notice
that there was something going on at the law court. There were
crowds of people there, and a heightened security and police
presence. I saw seven police motorcycles (that usually cruise the
area around our apartment) parked near the entrance of the courthouse
grounds, two vans full of black uniformed security types parked
across the street from the courthouse entrance, a firetruck with
fireman inside parked in the court parking lot, and a very officious
looking uniformed police who seemed to be directing the whole affair.
The actual civilians standing by were older types who didn't seem
angry and who definitely didn't seem just curious. They seemed to
have been cowed into quiescence by the increased security presence.
I asked my wife what was going on and
she told me that an unpopular decision had been made by the court.
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I got to see Wuxi from 64th
floor. Jenny took me and a friend to lunch at a buffet restaurant on
the 64th floor of the Hyatt Regency. The view was great.
I was struck by how I seemed to be on top of things that I knew to be
many blocks away from the Hyatt's location. The food at the buffet
was just okay however, and so as I sat vegetating, I recalled my
visit to the Space Needle in Seattle. I went to a lot of trouble,
spending lots of money on parking and admissions, to get to the
famous landmark's observation deck. The view from the Space Needle
was great but after two minutes I was bored. But it seemed a waste
to go down so soon so I hung out on the observation deck with nothing
to do for a further twenty minutes. Looking out from a skyscraper is
something you'd only need do once in your life.
The deck was setting for a scene in the
Warren Beatty Film the Parallax View in which a politician is
assassinated.
It was the third assassination spot I
had been too. The others being Dealey Plaza in Dallas and the
Trotsky compound in Mexico City.
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My grilled cheese sandwiches are quite
the hit with Tony & Jenny.
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Not much to say for myself this month.
The world goes on and while I observe as avidly as ever, I don't have
the same emotional investment in these events and so feel less
compelled to say anything about them.
Besides, it doesn't matter what I think
about them away. The sad fact about Andis is that he concerns
himself with events that are far removed from his actual physical
real world circumstances because he is too mediocre to deal with the
things that should matter to him.
This realization should be liberating.
Why waste time trying to be something I am not?
