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Sunday, October 13, 2013

The AKIC Diary for October 7 to October 13, 2013

Monday [October 7]
[Home Laptop]
It is wet outside. But is it the result of the typhoon?

I am not going out today. Wuxi is ugly in the rain just like everywhere else I have been in the world.

Despite the rain, Tony was wanting to go outside and do some trainspotting. He was insane, we thought, but Jenny realized that he wanted to go out because he didn't want to stay inside and do reading practice.

I watched Contempt, a French movie made in 1963. Brigette Bardot plays the wife of a writer hired to make a script for a film based on the Odyssey. Jack Palance plays the dictatorial producer of the film which Fritz Lang, played by Fritz Lang, is directing. Bardot tells the writer she is no longer in love with him, and she won't tell him why. You think at one point that the writer's situation is mirroring that of Odysseus and Penelope as the theory is postulated by Lang and the writer that Odysseus got tired of Penelope and went to fight in the Trojan War and then went on his Odyssey. The film has wonderful shots of Bardot's buttocks and some Greek islands. Still, the film was artsy, slow-moving, and dull. I heard about the movie scanning a list of top films made in the 1960s and so I downloaded it.

And Contempt was directed by Jean Luc Goddard.

I can't help but have contempt for the people who like the film Contempt. They are film study professor wannabees.

Tuesday [October 8]
[Home Laptop]
It pours for another day.

I am going to have to visit Tony at his school this morning. I forgot to give him his lunch when we met the car that takes him to school. I am going to have to take a bus or taxi to the school to give him his lunch. Annoying at the best of times to have to do this and this morning, it is raining heavily. If I don't catch a taxi, I am going to be soaked.

[School Laptop]
I got Tony his lunch. My journey, though trying on the patience, was not so bad wet-wise. I had to wait about twenty minutes for the 601 bus, but I was under shelter. I then had a ten minute walk in the rain to from the bus stop to Tony's school, and though it was raining, it wasn't coming down in a torrent. I flashed my parents identification card to the guard at the gate, and then walked to Tony's classroom – #7 on the first level. I spotted Tony right away in his class. He was seated in the front row, center seat in front on the teacher's desk. He spotted me before the teacher and walked over to get his lunch. He waved at me and it brought tears to my eyes.

I was then on the way to my school. I had to walk about ten minutes to get to another bus stop. A bus, I could have taken, pulled up to a stop just as I happened to be nearby. I ran to catch the bus, but the door closed and my tapping was ignored by the bus driver. I merely shrugged my shoulders and went on my way to a bus stop where I knew I could catch a 602. There, I waited about ten minutes. The 602 took me downtown. I didn't bother pulling out my Ipad from my soaked back pack. Getting off downtown, I waited for a 312 bus to take me to school. Off the 312, I walked to McDonalds for coffee and pie since I was too late for breakfast.

I saw a man wearing pants which weren't long enough to cover his ankles. I thought of how in my childhood, I would have been mocked by the other students for wearing such pants. And that joke was if you were seen wearing those pants was “Where's the flood?” Today, it would have been an apt question.

I saw a young sullen man playing with a lighter on the bus. He keep flicking it and waving his finger through the flame.

Wednesday [October 9]
[Home Laptop]
I didn't forget to give Tony his lunch this morning.

Last night, I was talking to an engineer about fixing things.  Around the house, he told me, some things that don't work will work if you pound them -- the most primitive way of repairing things.  It reminded me of an incident we had with the Ipad2.  Tony once dropped it on the floor hard so that the its picture was fuzzy.  Of course, we were upset and wondered how much how it was going to cost to fix the device.  Turning the Ipad on and off didn't help.  The stress lasted for an hour till I decided to do some research on the Internet.  In the search engine, I typed in "My child dropped the Ipad on the floor and now the picture is fuzzy."  It turned out that this had happened to a lot of people who were suffered similar anxiety.  I went to an Apple support forum, and I found a suggestion to pound the back of the Ipad three times -- this worked.  The Ipad has worked just fine, no problems, since.  My experience had two morals:  if you have a problem you can research it on the Internet, and hitting a thing is often the best way to repair it.

[School Laptop]
I work 13:00 to 21:00.

I am supposed to have lunch with someone today. Not something I often do. I prefer to eat by myself.

I took the 25 bus to work. As I got off, I saw an old couple trying to get a lot of fruit off the bus. They had carried a milk carton, a basket, and a bag of fruit on. To get all this off the bus took them more than one trip. The sight of the woman not quite successfully holding all the oranges in her arms – some rolled on the bus floor and the road – was forlorn.

Tony went to sleep late last night and his parents were annoyed with him. One time, he got out of bed and left the bedroom. He ran into his father who asked him what he was doing. He told Dad he was going to pee. He walked into the bathroom where his mother was. She asked him, in Chinese, what he was doing. He told her, in Chinese, that he was going to take a pee.

He talks in English to his father; he talks in Chinese to his mother. That's my boy!!!!

In China, it's not what you know, it's who you know. So, someone told me at lunch.

Thursday [October 10]
[School Laptop]

I work 10:00 to 21:00 today.

Jenny says she will pay off the mortgage today. We will have a little celebration for this later this month. Ah! The sacrifices we made to get this accomplished. My contribution to this feat have been my riding the buses for two hours a day to get to work and back, and staying away from expensive Wuxi Expat activities.

I been told that if you can only get a working visa from a consulate in one's home country, and thus you can't get this visa in China. Then, other people tell me that it can be done. Someone is lying to me.

The grade one students are learning pinyin. I know this from Jenny but had it mentioned to me again by a parent of a grade one student who I had in a class last night.

This student told me her son was eight years old and so I thought he was in grade two. When she told me her son was in fact in grade one, I had to ask for her son's birthday. It was in October 2006.

Tony was born in August 2007 – something I always make mention of when Jenny is displeased by his progress relative to the other students as school. Tony will always be behind in mental and physical development in his class because he is youngest in his class. He will be in class with boys and girls born in October of the previous year! Of course, it also doesn't help that he has got me for a father.

I am wearing a green short sleeve polo shirt on 10/10.

I took the 602支 bus and then the 81 bus to school.

I listened to a podcast yesterday where Conrad Black, a Canadian I admire, talked about American history. America wasn't just lucky because of its geographical location, he said. It also had great establishing founders who stuck, incredibly well, to the founding principles of their regime. George Washington could have easily established a regime where he had complete control but choose to retire once his presidency was finished.

This didn't occur with the current dynasty in China were its founder stuck to power to the bitter end. It can be said that later the dynasty changed this and has given its supreme leader a fixed term of office. However, just imagine how much better China would be now if the dynasty's founder had retired in the mid-fifties before the Great Leap Forward!

I am not sure if I completely agree with the previous paragraph. The dynasty was rotten at its core and probably would have gone through its convulsions in the late 1950s or 1960s whoever was in charge, it could be said. Just like it wouldn't have mattered if Trotsky had prevailed over Stalin. They were both monsters.

There are snakes in Wuxi! Real snakes, not just the figurative personality snake types that I have met and written about through the years. I have never seen any, but now I am going to look for them. I just happened to have had some students who like to go fishing and so I asked them why the nighttime fisherman, I have seen, use blue lights. None of the students told me that they fished at night so they thought the night fisherman needed the blue light to see. Now what does this have to do with snakes? I just asked a student this morning why he didn't fish at night and he told me he didn't because of bats and snakes. The bats he said can interrupt your peace and quiet by swooping near you; the snakes can creep you out. I mention to the student that I had never seen a snake in all my time in Wuxi and I had to ask where they could be seen. In the grass, said the student and some of them could be a foot long. But they weren't poisonous.

I can count my friends on one fist. Fact. It says a lot about me. Am I desperately lonely? No. Any time I meet new people I don't feel I have been missing anything but not having met them sooner.

Friday [October 11]
[School Laptop]
I work 11:00 to 21:00 today. Not many classes to teach however.

Last night, I listened to the ReJoyce Podcast on the bus ride home, and so I am inspired to do today's diary entry in a Joycean manner.

She wore knee-high stockings. Got to get that image out of my mind pronto. Must write down the script for “Getting a Hotel Room.” Officer! Officer! There's been a hate crime! The hotel man won't let us have a room because we're gay married. Breakfast at McDonald's. They didn't give me ketchup today. Yesterday they gave me ketchup and jam. No point making a fuss. He took his hands from the keyboard and rested his elbows on the desk, and thought. What will I write now? I just typed what I thought when my elbows were resting on the desk so as to support my contemplating head. G.A.R. What to be thankful for today? Breakfast. What to confess? I can admit my duplicities, only my personality faults. What to request? What is good for Tony and Jenny. I wonder what Tony is doing now. What do his classmates talk about? Is he picked on? Wife broke my tea mug. She thought I would be angry. I said you will have to buy a new one. Pretty magnanimous of himself, Andis thought as he decided to switch mid paragraph from interior monologue to third person narrative. How about a mid sentence shift to interior monologue? Andis could have monologues where he thought of himself in the third person. Like in the sentence just previous. Let's check the baseball playoff scores! Tigers leading the A's 3-0 in game five. In 1972, the A's beat the Tigers in the fifth game. Her blouse is baggy. Can only imagine what her bosoms are like. I must do a report for the class I did last night. I saw a foreigner walk down the street. He wore a cap. His goatee was gray. I thought he was some asshole from years back I saw. It wasn't. Jenny didn't officially pay off loan yesterday. She has to do some paperwork and get stamps. I should swear. Paperwork. Paperwork. Punish the innocent and those who can pay off their debts. Finish looking at 141 flashcards. Andis hears a sound from the office. The chopping of the chopper in the forbidden zone. He pulls his wallet from his backpack and unzips a compartment with some Canadian coins and a small key. He takes the key and opens a drawer. He lifts up a yellow Lipton tin container and opens the lid. He takes a five rmb note bearing a picture of the chairman from the wallet. He takes two one rmb coins and a five mao coin from the container. He puts the coins in a coin purse he has in an outside side pocket of his backpack. What will I buy Tony for Christmas? He has too many toys. Maybe I should buy Jenny something. But what? They both have all the things they need. Short but wide skirt. She totters on her high heel shoes. Still. Nice to look at. I must fondle the wife tonight. I got to think dirty if I want to write Joycean. How to make interior monologue seem third personish. Hud. I'll remember you Honey! You the one that got away! Andis reflected he could never say that. Nada chance! Ha! Back to the Flashcards. Elementary Chinese Readers. Chapters 40 to 44 to review today.

The phones rings. It is Jenny. He answers. She is speaking to someone, not to Andis. Her phone made the call. Hang up.

He is coming soon. Do I bother to make a greeting? Do want to. Let's do some pinyin typing. Page 128 in the NPCR I believe. Suck on a Halls first. Got a sore throat. Open the file on the desk top. Turn on the Ipad. He goes to the Ibook App. In the Chinese study collection, he selects NPCR lesson 20. Control – Space turns on the Chinese keyboard.

Finished.

Check the score.... Tigers lead 3-0 in the ninth.

Time to cut and past a Colacho aphorism. 335 The prophet who accurately foretells the growing corruption of a society is not believed, because the more that corruption grows, the less it is noticed by the corrupt. So true. Think of the example of Rock and Roll.

Tigers win.

KJV time. Revelations chapter three. Church in Sardis. My sister lives in Sardis.

Flash card time. Do a hundred.

Catechism time. Read it on the Ipad Dot Dot Dot App. Hail Mary. Full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed are thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mother, Mother of God. Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. I must remember this.

Someone enters the office.

Silence. Don't Look up! Continue to read the book! Concentrate. Good.....?

Nose itches so bad. Need ointment or water put on it. Can't go a minute without rubbing it.

Dryness. Not only in my nose. Dryness in thought and prayer.

Pick up to-do list. Andis writes four beside Catechism.

Why am I breaking up my thoughts into paragraph? Andis decides, in the third person, that he will go back to typing his interior thoughts in a big paragraph. Unless of course, something external happens.... It doesn't. Flashcards. Get 76 out of 100. Not good. Yeah! Andis hears. Chatterbox. 200 more flashcards. 42 wrong! Ouch. Read Taki's. Sugar Babies want arrangements. Some people at work have that kind of arrangement. I keep mine proper and above board. I am better that way. Finished the flashcards. Looked at 1,400. Write four by words on my to do list. Now where is my Ipod? Andis searches his backpack. Not there. It is in my pockets? Andis stands. Yes it is. I have stood at my desk for nearly two hours now. Got to get up and go! Get up and go! I got to get up and go! Rutles.

Van Halen's Panama suddenly blares from the mobile phone. Who's phoning? Jenny. It must be official.

  • I did the paperwork.
  • So it's official?
  • I get 1500 of the 2700 guarantee money.
  • You must mean the deposit.
  • Buy bread and some doughnuts.
  • I will buy six doughnuts.
  • What?
  • If they have them.

No need to blare the good news to anyone... Enjoyment should come from the thing. Not from a desire to tell everyone about the thing.

Andis stands up and is about to go. No. You have to enter the web link. He sits down. Put in on your bookmarks bar. Universalis. Apropos of nothing. Need to have the mental resources to survive solitary confinement in the gulag. Link is entered. Now I can go....

Down the hallway. Down the stairs. Past Reception. Out the door. I have two things to do. Of the first, I can't speak. Andis then goes to the bakery. He pulls a loaf of white bread and a loaf of brown bread on the shelf. It's doughy but it will do and besides Tony likes it. Are there doughnuts? Yes. Six brown doughnuts covered with sticky sugar. I will eat two at school and take the other four home. Hopefully, Jenny eats them much more quickly than she did the other two. Did she like the doughnuts or did she like torturing me by not eating them immediately? Andis goes to the payment line. Three ahead.

是三十两块。你有两块吗?

Andis checks his pockets. My pockets are empty. Just phones and keys. Wait a minute! There are three green yuan notes in my wallet. He pulls two out and gives them to the cashier along with the a red hundred yuan note.

谢谢!

Back to work. Up the stairs. Past the salesgirl office. Eleven must have the day off. Too bad. They showed the commercial we did together on the bus this morning. Jessica must be on her honeymoon. Nicole, slight but pretty, sits in the chair normally occupied by Jessica.

Time for a doughnut. I defy anyone to say that they aren't as good as freshly made! One of Homer's best lines.

First charge the phone. Connect it to the laptop. Oh! It has a webcam function. Let's see if it works. Yes. Now. Donut. Yes!!!

That's enough Joyceaning around.

Saturday [October 12]
[School Laptop]
I work 10:00 to 18:00. Thanks to the National Day holiday day-off reshuffling, this Saturday, unlike normal Saturdays, won't be so busy. I have three instead of my normal five classes; and there are only four students all told in all the classes.

Tony's school, unlike most others in Wuxi, doesn't have classes today. I had a nice look at Tony, Tony gazes back at me moment in the morning.

I was on the 602支 bus. Above my direct line of sight, I caught a kid doing a double-take because I happened to be on the bus television. I returned my gaze to my Ipad where I was reading.

I listened to a China History Podcast yesterday. Laslzo choose to do a podcast about a Chinese billionaire named Y K Pao. What I will remember from the episode was Laslzo mentioning that Pao always carried English tapes with him in an attempt to learn the language but never ever coming close to mastering it. Sounds like me always reading my Chinese textbooks.

I can't hide anything from my wife. Hide some money and she will find it.

[Home Laptop]
After a meager supper, I took Tony to the Wanda Plaza. He played a smash em up truck driving game three times. We then looked at toys where we could. I saw some foreigners, perhaps from Denmark. We went home.

Sunday [October 13]
[Home Laptop]
I don't work today. Hurray!!!!

I went for a walk this morning. I learned that some guy named Suning has bought a whole chunk of land in an area that is near the Tesco Plaza and across from the street from the Australia apartments. He will open up a community (a bunch of high-rise apartments) and another shopping mall. They will build the mall even though the area has a Wanda Plaza and the Tesco Plaza is adding a second phase.

Tony phoned me. He was at the dentist with Jenny. I had phoned Jenny hoping she was finished. When she didn't answer my call, I figured she was on the chair and so I put my phone back in my pocket. I got a call about a minute later. I answered Honey! But it was Tony calling. We had a nice little conversation and Tony told me that Mom was busy.

I took Tony out in the afternoon. We went to Wanda to play the truck game. We then went to the Huijiang Bridge. We saw two trains but neither ducks nor goats. We returned home where we picked up Jenny and returned to the Wanda for lunch. We saw Bill who asked if I knew where to buy vitamins. I told I had no idea. We went to a restaurant that we hadn't been to before. The food was okay but I was served warm beer with ice cubes.




Sunday, June 30, 2013

A Week in the Life of a Canadian Living in Wuxi, China: June 24 to June 30, 2013


Gratitude:  Thank God for my Ipad. If I didn't have the device, my vacation would have been worse than it turned out to be.

Acknowledgment: I am a right f***ing unsociable bastard.


The AKIC Week in Brief: It was Tony's last week at kindergarten. I had a vacation but I didn't do anything and didn't go anywhere. Lame, I know. The Wanda aka WenJiabaoda Plaza was open and I paid my first visit to it.

The AKIC Mission:  To be China's leading forum of  Gómez-Dávilism and reactionary intransigence, as well as a provocation to all of AKIC's enemies and critics.

The AKIC Motto:  Believe in God, trust in Christ, look with suspicion.

The AKIC Idiom: Casual Insouciance and Solecism-ism.

Who should read AKIC? AKIC is more AK than C. So don't come here expecting the rantings of a would-be Sinologist. I just sometimes mention what I happen to see being here in China. Also, don't expect to read anything about the Expat community here at AKIC. I keep my contact with foreigners to a minimum – but then that is like someone declaring his party to be private even when no one is going to his party anyway. Only kindred spirits of me should read this blog. That is, flotsam, jetsam, waifs, lost souls, conservatives, reactionaries, lost-causers, medievalists, coin-tossers, base brats, marginal humans, watchers, cranks,walkers, wallflowers, failures, losers, Catholics, solitaries, and loners.

An AKIC Glossary
[I have been thinking that it is silly to put this glossary in each of my weekly blog entries and that I should set up a page on AKIC wordpress. However, I am constantly editing the glossary – something I can't do if I make it a page.]

Gratitude: will always be the first word of the AKIC weekly blog entry -- it is the key to happiness.

Acknowledgment and Request:  For me Acknowledgment means confession; and Request means asking for stuff.  GAR [Gratitude, Acknowledgment, Request] are the simple stages of a prayer which I came upon following the Jewish World Review site.  I used the GAR format when I delivered the eulogy at my father's funeral last year.

Solecisms: I try to rid my blog and writings of these things, but they never seem to go away.

Jenny is my wife. She is a Jiangsu woman. Why she puts up with me is a mystery. I ain't good-looking and I don't have any money. Her enemies are my enemies. I put up with a lot of isolation for her.

J: I will sometimes refer to her that way.

Tony is my son.  If he is annoying or is acting way, way, way out-of-line, I will spank him -- I don't do this as much as I used to, having mellowed out in that regard. [I actually put this line in as a dig against anti-spanking activists who are about as useful for humanity as pacifists and social workers.] One of the sacrifices I make for my little buddy is a life of isolation.

T: I will sometimes refer to Tony this way.

TKIC: Tony Kaulins in China.  I may be referring to the TKIC blogs or to Tony when I use TKIC.  I  am sure you can figure out which way I am using it from the context.

AKIC:  Andis Kaulins in China.  The same applies to AKIC as applies to TKIC.  That is, I may be referring to the AKIC blogs or to myself.  AKIC aspires to be China's leading forum of  Gómez-Dávilism and reactionary intransigence.

My School is HyLite English located on Zhongshan Road in Wuxi, China. (In Chinese, it is known as 环亚国际英语 (huanya guoji yingyu)

Private Class: At HyLite, a private class has up to four students in a class. In these classes, we grade the students' grammar and level of English speaking.

Salon Class: At HyLite, a salon class is basically a conversation class with up to eight students where we try to get them to discuss some pre-chosen topic which they should have reviewed before coming to class.

English Corner:  I go to a room and try to talk to a group of Chinese people in English.  Often, they don't understand me and they have nothing to say about anything.

Casa Kaulins is what I call the apartment I (really my wife) owns.

California Villa: The English name of the apartment complex the Kaulins family resides. In Chinese pinyin, it is called Jia Zhou Yang Fang. (加州洋房)

Train-spotting.  There is a high speed train track running near Casa K.  Tony & I, when we have a chance, love to go there to watch the trains go by.

Wuxi (无锡):  The city where Jenny, Tony & I live.  I sometimes call it the Wux.

Hui Shan (惠山): The district of Wuxi in which we live.  Not to be confused with the Hui Shan Mountain that is in Xihui Park. There isn't a mountain anywhere in the district.

Ba Bai Ban (八佰伴): Also known as Wuxi Yao Han, Ba Bai Ban is a famous department store at the corners of Zhongshan Road and Xueqian Road in Downtown Wuxi. AKIC goes there to buy Tomica and Plarail toys for his son Tony.


The Square:  The Hui Shan People's Square is nearby Casa Kaulins.

Central Park:  Hui Shan Central Park is the park closest to Casa Kaulins.  It has a playground area and a small lake with beach.  The park is nothing special.  The water in the lake is unbelievably foul.  The playground's fixtures are falling apart.  The park is big enough that its narrow paths, that I would have thought were meant for pedestrians, have cars being driven on them.  The sight of these cars honking at pedestrians to get out their way disgusts me as much as the park's lake water. 

Hui Shan Wanda (惠山万达): A fancy shopping mall and cinema that is now open and very near to Casa Kaulins. I will also call it the WenJiaoBaoda Plaza. Apparently the former Chairman of the Chinese Communist Party is making a lot of money off the Wanda Plazas that are being built all over China. The Hui Shan Wanda is the third one to be built in Wuxi. The plan is to build more.

Century Times Plaza (Tesco): That is the supermarket that is closest to Casa Kaulins. Tesco is known as legou (乐购) to the locals.

Yanqiao: a town of Hui Shan District -- not too far from Casa Kaulins.

Qianzhou: an area or a district or a town that borders on Yanqiao.

Jiangyin (江阴): A city or district next to Wuxi.

Meicun:  A suburb of Wuxi city that is far from the downtown.

Shuo Feng:  Ditto!

Ditto!  Agrees with what has been previously said.

To do List At work, even though I am not that busy anymore, I print out a weekly list of things to do everyday. It is a compulsive-obsessive habit that does give my days some form.

LECTOR: I got the idea for Lector, a fictional sparring partner for my blog, from a Hilaire Belloc book I had read recently.

DBs: I will leave it to you to try and figure out what D & B stand for.

School Laptop:  I like to make note of where I make my notes for my weekly blog entry.  One of the four places is my school laptop.  The other three are: my home laptop, my Ipad Mini, and my Ipod Touch.

Dotdotdot: This is my favorite social app. It is a nice way to read long form articles on the Internet that allows you to proclaim to the world what you are reading. I use the app to read the Catechism and the writings of Father Schall. I get a new follower seemingly every day.

Python:  A script-writing computer program I am learning to use.

Atftb:  A thought for the blog.

Brandon, Manitoba, Canada is where my mother Aina lives. 
Winnipeg, Manitoba is where my brother Ron lives.
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA is where some of my father's relatives live.

Bao Bao Sleepy:  What Tony calls it when he sleeps in Daddy's arms or on Daddy's lap.

David Warren:  I visit his website about five times a day.  He a fervent Catholic and reactionary.  If I model myself after anyone, it would be him.

Don Colacho:  a.k.a. Nicolás Gómez Dávila. A South American sage.  He died in 1993.  He would have been 100 in 2013.  I read his aphorisms everyday.  He is the consummate reactionary.

Father Schall: I am always reading the site of his which has a huge collection of his writings.

25,602, 602支,610,81,79,67,118,85, 635:These are the buses I can take to go to downtown Wuxi from my home (Casa Kaulins) in the Hui Shan New District. I usually take the 602支 in the morning, transferring to the 79, the 81, or the 85 to get to school. In the evening, I can take the 67, the 79, the 81, the 85 or the 118 to get to the stop where I catch the 635. The 635 is the only bus running to my area of Wuxi after 800 PM. The 81 bus is a double-decker – quite the novelty for a guy who spent a lot of his life in Manitoba. The 25 bus is the cheap 1 RMB that I used to take all the time but now rarely take.

HM:  Harry Moore is from Brisbane Australia.  He had a brief stint as an English teacher at my school.  He sends me emails occasionally.  He was my partner in crime in my notorious Wuxi China Expatdom Blog.  He suffered a stroke recently but he still heroically plugs away.
The Wuxi Peach Maoists: AKIC is proud to be the manager of the official NFL fantasy football team of Wuxi Expats.
VOCFCK: Stands for View of China from Casa Kaulins, a blog where I take photos and videos from the apartment.

About Me (Andis):

I in in China!  这个星期,我有一点点旅行。我不去了其他地方。

我不喜欢你的伟大的防火墙!

我要网络的自由!

Politically I am Conservative/Reactionary!  Dominion Day is what I call Canada's national day holiday, not Canada Day.

I am Canadian!  But I don't appreciate all aspects of the new Canada. I prefer to call Canada's national day, which comes on July 1st, Dominion Day, not Canada Day. Taking the old names for Canadian things and replacing them with the word Canada seems redolent of Communist regimes changing traditional names with revolutionary names. In short, I think changing Dominion Day to Canada Day would be like changing Victoria Day to Stalin Day. It is not right at all.

I am Latvian (sort of)! Sandis Ozoliņš was a a favorite NHL player of mine! As was Artūrs Irbe. I remember my father followed their exploits quite closely.

I teach English!  The next two months are busy for our school. Explain me to complain a lot about it.
I am not a freak! There are in fact other people named Andis Kaulins in the world. Another Andis Kaulins has a site called andiskaulins.com. I love the fact that reference to AKIC is made in the site's banner. And as far as I know, I am not related to the Andis Kaulins who is domiciled in the USA. [LECTOR: You are a freak!]


I like to Read! Here is what I had been working my way through the past week:
Don Colacho's Aphorisms.  There are 2,988 of them in this book that I compiled for myself.  I read ten aphorisms at a time.  I cut and paste the better ones -- they are all profound actually -- and I put them in my weekly blog entry. (See below)
Ulysses by James Joyce.  I am following along with Frank Delaney as he slowly guides podcast listeners through Joyce's hard-to-read novel.  Delaney figures he will have done his last ReJoyce Podcast in about 22 years.  Now that I have caught up to Delaney's podcast (he completed episode #159 this week), I am getting ahead him as far as reading the book.  I will be finished reading it, I figure, in a year. I read the novel despite its many blasphemies. It is best to be aware of this stuff because the world is full of it, and the world will always find a way of slapping you in the face with it

The Holy Bible King James Version.   I am reading a chapter a day of the greatest book of all-time. I finished reading Letters to the Romans.

Columns by Father Schall. I have been able to take all his archived writings and place them on the Dotdotdot app.

The Catechism of the Catholic Church. Like Father Schall's writings, I have been able to place them on the Dotdotdot app.

Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens. I wish I could bury myself in this book at the expense of all else.

The Black Book of Communism. A must read, especially for left-wingers. It may smarten some of them up. Most just change their labels calling themselves socialists, democratic socialists, middle-of-the-roaders, and progressives, instead of admitting they were wrong.


I like to take photos
I publish them in the following blogs:  AKIC wordpress , TKIC blogspot, TKIC wordpress and Views of China from Casa Kaulins.

I like to make videos
Here is my Youtube Channel and my Youku Channel. Here are two of my more recent videos.: Dad & Son Q&A & Views of China from Casa Kaulins #5. Here is a blast from the past: Wuxi Tony Update #360: Canada Day #3: this video was taken in 2009.

I like to cut and paste quotations:
Here are the aphorisms I have chosen this week (one of the ten per day I read – seven plus a bonus eighth.) from Don Colacho:
2453 A prolonged childhood—permitted by industrial society’s current prosperity—redounds merely in a growing number of infantilized adults. [Reading this, I plead guilty.]
2460 The barriers life frequently throws across our way are not obstacles for us to demolish; they are silent warnings that divert us onto the right path.
2469 The only certain patrimony after a few years is the load of stupidities that chance prevented us from committing.
2479 Humanity is not ungovernable: it merely happens that rarely does a man govern who deserves to govern.
2480 By merely looking at the face of the modern man one infers the mistake in attributing ethical importance to his sexual behavior.
2492 As long as they do not take him seriously, the man who says the truth can live for a while in a democracy. Then, the hemlock.
2506 True reading is an escape. The other type is an occupation. [Reading is an escape for me. I make no money from reading. But that is how I like to spend my spare moments. I am not scheming or strutting about in order to appear busy.]
2514 The most dispiriting [kind of] solitude is not one lacking in neighbors, but one deserted by God. [Solitude is a word that appeals to me. As does the word loner. My father was a lonely man, as it seems am I and one of my other siblings. That is why I really like this quote, it keeps me hope that being with people can never supply.]

Here is quote from Crisis Magazine on Sloth:
Most sloth falls short of such a hellish extreme of inaction. A more suitable description would be in analogy with inertia.  In physics, inertia is the tendency to continue in the same direction at the same speed, unless deflected or hindered in some way—e.g., by gravity or friction. Among humans, by analogy, a slothful person, comfortable in what he or she is doing, will tend to continue doing that same thing over and over.  Incentives to lower their comfort level are met with predictable distress or disdain. [Inert – that's me!]

In other news, I see that U.S. oil exports have overtaken imports, & that our less peaceable neighbour is well on the way to overall energy self-sufficiency, despite every effort by the Barabbas administration to exclude human enterprise from federal land. [Calling Barack Barabbas is just so apt. Contrary to many of his fans, Barack isn't Jesus Christ, and resembles the activist that Barabbas was in his time.]

Today, we often see the Esau syndrome in couples who avoid having children in order to “have it all.” Aborting children as unwelcome guests at their ongoing “party,” they give little or no thought to the fact that one day they may be asked to account for these children. As Bishop Sheen used to say, on judgment day, we will be asked, “Where are your children?” [I was a bachelor for a long time so I am not off the hook for this admonition. Though to be honest, I wasn't your typical swinging bachelor as I had to come to China to find a wife. It is a move I don't regret as the woman in China are woman and not aspiring man-woman that they have become in the West. Left wing ideology has destroyed femininity in the West.]

It seems the middle-aged white men on both sides of this case are totally unaware of what Rachel's life is like - a 19-year-old high school student of Haitian descent who knows nothing more than the few block radius she has grown up in. The cultural differences here are exponential. [This quote spurred some thoughts that I entered on my Ipad Touch on Saturday. So, go to the Saturday section to read my reaction.]

The joyless workaholic is on that slippery slope. Not so the man who is idle, contemplative, prayerful, and content. But for centuries, since at least the Reformation, the Devil has been working on a false dichotomy between work and leisure, persuading us that busy-ness has virtue as an end in itself. This has proved an excellent stratagem for our enslavement.

That “the Devil makes work for idle hands” is a more subtle and paradoxical proverb than may be supposed. I think of it in the trolley, when I see every hand earnestly clutching a “device,” and the thumbs working away upon them – and almost every face intent, but joyless; indifferent alike to God and (non-virtual) neighbor. [Intent but Joyless. That's me on the bus. I will have to try to change my appearance on that regard. I must exude Joy for I have more than most people I know. I notice a lot of intently joyless people who need to make themselves look busy – the pouting on their lips can be seen from a million miles away. This quote also explains what is wrong with the podcast host Adam Carolla. He tries to compensate for the fact that he is vulgar and rude, by talking about how busy he is.]



I like to keep a journal of my daily activities and of any worthy thoughts that occur to me.
[This journal records the events that I can talk about. In fact, a lot happens that I can't talk about, though I try to allude to these happenings with my thoughts which I will record in this journal. As well, I don't blog about people I happen to know. I scrupulously try to avoid mentioning names, except if I happen to have something good to say about them. [LECTOR: You rarely have anything good to say about people, I notice. ANDIS: Uh-huh!]]

Monday [June 24]
[Home Laptop]
I don't work today. It is my normal day off.

I woke up in time to get Tony off to kindergarten. It was raining heavily when Tony & I went outside.

I made and uploaded the VOCFCK #2 video.

I didn't go to the Wanda Plaza.

We, that be Jenny & I, did go to the Jinling Hotel for a lunch buffet. I saw some foreigners there. One of them had a tattoo on one of his elbows – he was making more trips to help himself to food than I was. I could overhear the foreigners' Australian accents.

I finished watching the tenth and last episode of Season Two of Game of Thrones. I hope this series doesn't turn into a man versus zombies battle.

On the 25 bus which I took back to Casa K from downtown, flashes of memories of my father's last days came into my mind. He told me the story of how he carried me on his shoulders, and he kept picking up the phone like he was expecting someone to call – no one did.

I took Tony out for a bit of trainspotting after he got back from school. We saw but one train before we headed back to Casa Kaulins. What was more interesting was the boat that was permanently moored along the canal bank which was below the bridge deck from which we spot trains. People live in the boat and they seem to make their living by raising fish and poultry.

A street sweeper was asking me how much money I made in a month. I thought he had been asking me where I was from and what my job was... I mean.... like really... how can they ask such questions? It's what they been taught I would suppose.


Tuesday [June 25]
[Home Laptop]
I don't work today. It is a vacation day for me.

It doesn't look like I will be doing any travel on my vacation days. Plans I had for next weekend have fallen through. The person I know in Shanghai is busy. My one Wuxi contact is busy as well. I may have coffee with him on Wednesday. Tony is in school and I have two performances of his to attend on the weekend. It is my own damn fault for my paucity of vacation doings, so I am just going to have to make the best of it.
It is raining this morning on and off, as one minute, the rain comes down in a torrent, and the next minute, the rain stops and one can put down one's umbrella, although one should keep it in up because the next minute, the rain will renew its torrential aspect.

I think I will make a point of it, to myself and to rare AKIC readers, to not go to the Wanda Plaza. To end up in a Shopping Mall on one's vacation betrays a lack of imagination.

I will instead do crap on the computer like blog, edit video, read Dickens, read The Black Book of Communism, study Chinese, send some emails, and try my hand again at Python programming.

What is my issue with the world? I can't really say as I can have any. There are many things I don't like about it but I am free to avoid them and accept the consequences. I have choices. The issues I have are with myself and my inaction. [Although, as David Warren says, shame of inaction is a feeling brought on by the Devil.]

I watched the first episode of the third season of Game of Thrones.

1117 am: I just watched the second episode of the third season of Game of Thrones.

I think the Black Hawks have won the Stanley Cup. A message about some guy named Kane winning the Conn Smythe appeared on my Ipad screen. If I can get the NHL site, I will be able to confirm it.

So many photos I would like to take for VOCFCK such as a photo of a VW Beetle, a certain model of flatbed truck, a cyclist riding while carrying an umbrella, and peasants.

1409: It continues to rain heavily. I read.

1512: Our little emperor, our holy terror will be home in less than an hour.

I look at some Chinese flashcards. The program tells me I identified 83 percent of them correctly.


Wednesday [June 26]
[Home Laptop]
I don't work today. My third vacation day.

Yesterday, I read a lot. Today? It doesn't seem like it will rain heavily so I may get myself out of the apartment. I may have coffee with Michael tonight.

In the morning, I listen to podcasts from the Vatican and the conservative magazine National Review. These days, I have been listening to Coffee & Markets – a conservative podcast on mostly economics, Three Martini Lunch – a podcast from the National Review magazine, the Adam Carolla podcast, Econtalk – a weekly podcast, Radio Derb – a weekly podcast, The China History Podcast – now coming out every two weeks or so, The Russian Rulers Podcast, and Frank Delaney's ReJoyce.

Last night, Tony hogged the home laptop watching videos about firetrucks.

I have been spending too much time on my electronic devices. The past few days, I have been visiting Facebook.

Tony brought home his kindergarten graduation photos.

I took a lot of photos for my newest blog.


Thursday [June 27]
[Home Laptop]
I work today 1300-2100. I will then have five days off.

I went to the Wanda Hui Shan Plaza yesterday. I vowed not to, but what was I going to do​? I will talk more about it later. [LECTOR: This is what you said earlier: To end up in a Shopping Mall on one's vacation betrays a lack of imagination. ANDIS: What can I say? Lector. You are number one!]

I have a touch of something in my stomach. Yesterday, I woke up and had a very liquid sit on the toilet, and then I had another and another. This morning, I had a similar trip to the toilet to start the day. I will just have to ensure I have an empty stomach before I go to work this morning.

I had a good conversation on the phone with Tony as I was coming home from Wanda last night. He understood all I said and answered my questions with hoped for answers, or I should say informative answers with information I was wanting.

From the Black Book of Communism, I read that in September 1928 in Jiangsu province, Little Swords massacred 200 Big Swords and burnt six villages. I will have to see if I can find more information on that incident. This kind of rivalry between gangs was a prelude to what happened during the Great Leap Forward and Cultural Revolutions.

Friday [June 28]
[Home Laptop]
I don't work today. It is my fourth vacation day.

It's Tony's last day of kindergarten! We tell him this but he doesn't believe us. Tonight, we will be going to a show at Tony's school to mark the event.

I asked Tony which he prefers: playing with toys or going to school. He said the latter. I don't think he understands comparative forms in English yet.

Yesterday, I went to school. It was a minimal duty day for me which means I only did school stuff and didn't lay extra tasks on myself like Chinese and Python study.

I had a seat on the 635 last night. It was the front seat that faces towards the center aisle and was behind the driver. I normally don't sit there if I can because there is a high chance I will have to give up the seat to an old person or some woman with kid – although at 900 PM that can be less of a problem because most Wuxi old people and children are already in bed. Anyway, sitting up front, I noticed another thing to hate about sitting up front in the bus: I was crowded in by the standing passengers. One man who wore his backpack on his chest had the backpack continually butt against my Ipad on which I was trying to read some Chinese – I had to ward the bag with my hand. I then had a person's arm enter my field of vision. This fellow was short and had nothing else on which to hold except a bar near where I was sitting – he had no choice but to extend his arm in front of my face to hold to grab a hold of that bar. It also didn't help that my knees on my long legs extended into the center aisle more than was normal. Still, even though I was packed in, I was able to read my Ipad almost oblivious to the crowd around me.

I did a salon class about family with some higher level students. One student had a great grandparent who was 97 years old. Another had a great grandmother in her early nineties. The most interesting story was about a neighbor of a student back in his native Ningxia province who had ten sons! (No girls!) This story impressed all the students.

My wife was able to order Kraft Dinner on the internet. She got six packages for 84 rmb. Cheap!!!!

As I said yesterday, I did actually did something social on my vacation. I went to the Starbucks at Wanda and had coffee with Michael, a local businessman who speaks decent English. Michael always has interesting things to share with me. He says the Chinese economy seems to be slowing down, at least from the anecdotes he has gotten from talking to other businessman who talk about the numbers of containers they have to ship out. He also told me the chain of Wanda shopping plazas are owned by ex-Premier Wen Jiabao. Perhaps I should be calling Wanda the WenJiabaoda. [LECTOR: This is what you said earlier: To end up in a Shopping Mall on one's vacation betrays a lack of imagination. ANDIS: What can I say? Lector. You are number one! LECTOR: I win!]

So I went to the WenJiabaoda Plaza for the first time on Thursday afternoon. It has a lot of good stuff in it like a McDonald's, a Pizza Hut, an Apple store, a Dairy Queen, an Imax Cinema, a Watson's, and an Urghur restaurant. I told Jenny that we will have less reason to go downtown now, other then I would have to go to work. [LECTOR: This is what you said earlier: To end up in a Shopping Mall on one's vacation betrays a lack of imagination. ANDIS: What can I say? Lector. You are number one! LECTOR: I win! Again!]

Thankfully, no one asked me how my vacation had been at school! Actually... One of the Chinese staff did. I told her, rather sheepishly, I didn't know what I was going to do with my four days off. [Two of them have been taken up with Tony's events.]

Locals who know of me scream “Tony!” at me to get my attention. I ignore them.

I don't know what to think of this Snowden fellow. His revelations didn't seem so stunning to me. The students, however, have told me that they have been following the story without my prompting them to say so. Michael asked me what I thought about it, and I had to tell him I wasn't sure what to think.

For lunch, Jenny & I went to the BeiXiang Restaurant in the Wanda or WenJiaoBaoda Plaza. We had green beans and lamb. MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!! 很好吃! The food was good. Only thing however disturbed me: one of the washrooms on the main floor of the Plaza was a real horror. Black sooty water had backed up so that the sinks were overflowing making for a very yucky and mucky looking floor. While the Wanda looks okay now. I can already see signs of hastily done construction when I look around the place.

I went to Tony's kindergarten, for what I hope is the last time, to pick up his linen, backpack, and lunchbox. Tonight, there will be a performance by the students at a primary school near the kindergarten. Jenny & I will take a taxi there.

I finished watching the third episode of the third season of Game of Thrones.

I went to Tony's kindergarten graduation ceremony show. [In the photo, the banner on the stage said the following: 2013 3之3 幼儿园毕业典礼 (pinyin: 3 zhi 3 youer yuan biye dianli; English: 3 plus 3 kindergarten graduation ceremony)] Never being one to try to make others envy me, I will be honest and say I envy anyone who doesn't have to go to these things. Performances by kindergarten students are torturous to watch, and the idea of graduating from kindergarten being all that important is silly. It just isn't. I did have a reason to go to these ceremony however, and that was to see my Tony, but it wasn't to be. Tony stood at the back of his group when he went on the stage and I couldn't see him. His performance also had him standing at the back where I couldn't see him. The best performance, in fact, involved five boys dancing to Gangnam Style – it is de riguer for any public ceremony these days to have someone dance Gangnam Style it would seem. Mercifully the ceremony ended fifteen minutes earlier than I had expected, but it was still one of the longest 105 minutes I had ever spent in my life. Maybe, the Chicoms, in their infernal wisdom, love to stage these boring ceremonies so as to stop parents from having more than one child...

But then I saw something that actually astonished me. At least three of the kindergarten teachers were bawling their eyes out as they stood on the stage with their students. Jenny told me that it was a very emotional moment for the teachers because they were seeing many of their students for the last time. These teachers had spent three years with the kids, and become quite attached to them. Seeing Tony hug one of them brought tears to my eyes, and made me a little envious. I can't say that I have developed any emotional bonds towards any students I have had. I have to admit that most of the students I have had have left me with numbness at best and more than often with contempt. The students I like are not so because of anything I did. Of course, it could be because I am older and a selfish fuck while the teachers at school are young and not even married yet.

There was also the girl with intellectual challenges. My wife pointed her out to me but I knew of her from going to Tony's classes. In the primary schools and kindergartens I have been to, there is always the slow children, one in each class, who wander around the class and do their own thing because they can't understand what is expected of them. The girl stood at the back and was imitating her classmates while not really being part of the show. I wondered what it was like for her parents.


I hate the fucking GFW! I just want to watch the highlights of the Stanley Cup Final without buffering! [I was able to watch and the players seemed so bloody young. They looked like junior players. I must be getting old. LECTOR: You are getting old.]

I watched the fourth episode of the third season of Game of Thrones.

Saturday[June 29]
[Home Laptop]
I don't work today. My last vacation day.

This afternoon, I will go to downtown to see a performance of Tony's dance class.

This morning, I don't know what to do with myself. It is a horrible feeling to not have a purpose. [LECTOR: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!]

I have been trying to upload VOCFCK #5 for nearly two days now. It is a slow process to upload to Youtube from behind the GFW. [LECTOR: What's the point? No one will watch it anyway.]

[Ipod Touch]
Took the 25 bus downtown.  I would have rather have taken the 602支, and then transferred to another bus because I didn't want to stand.  The 602支(the 602 is a different route) always has available seats.  My wife didn't want to walk a longer distance to get to the dance class -- our intended destination.  She wanted to take the 25 bus which, while getting us directly to our destination, is often crowded.  Standing on the 25 bus is an ordeal because it takes 45 minutes to get downtown.  I rather sit on the trip and walk a little even with my gamey right leg than stand for so long.

As it was, we got a seat on the 25.  But it was crowded with construction workers carrying their possessions to the train and bus stations, peasant looking old women, and poor mothers carrying babies.  Jenny who insisted on standing complained of how crowded it was.  She wanted to stand because she didn't want Tony sitting on her lap.  Too heavy she said.

Reading in the Black Book of Communism of the tortures that many innocent people were subjected to during various Communist caused brutalities,  I can tell myself I have little of which to complain.  Imagine what it would be like to be a 60 year old teacher being tortured by students, a stick stuck up your rectum -- this happened during the Cultural Revolution.

Middle-aged white men couldn't possibly understand what black youngsters and teenagers undergo in their lives.  This is said as a way of defending black criminality.  It is used as well to keep alive the contention that white men are racist and could never give a black person a fair treatment. 

But do black people understand Middle-aged white men and give them fair treatment?    I somehow doubt it when the line that white people are oppressors is accepted uncritically and is an article of faith among leftist race hustlers who propagate it unaware that White Americans aren't racist anymore.

I one day intend to become am old white man.  I resent the racist epitaphs that are thrown at them that assumes that experience blinds them and makes them bigoted unlike old people who are women and/or not of a light complexion.  I have seen many a kind old white man have their views discounted because they are old and white.  Case in point, the Popes and Republicans. [Lector: You are a racist!]

A taxi makes a left turn passes close to a car making a right turn.  Just before they approach the perigee of their two turning arches, an e-bike makes it way in-between them and narrowly misses being hit by these two other vehicles.  The incident is nothing unusual except that I noticed it and needed something to blog about. [LECTOR: I don't think you are correctly using the word perigee.]

Sunday [June 30]
[Home Laptop]
I don't work today.

I arise at 830 or so. A recollection of my father dying came into my mind. I was floored with sadness and a longing ache.

Some numbers: 356 views of my new blog. Thirteen Views of a little essay I typed entitles Travel Narrows the Mind? The over night numbers were very disappointing.

We went to the Little Sheep Restaurant in the Wanda Plaza last evening for supper. We thought it was okay at first because it didn't have a lineup like many of the other restaurants, and we were able to walk right in and get a table. But then we discovered there was a reason that the restaurant wasn't busy. It's service was horrible. My wife vowed to never go to the restaurant ever again. They gave us dirty glasses and the service thereafter was fumbling.

I woke up this morning about two AM and sat on my porcelain, nay, iron throne. I must have had a Little Sheep poop. I was reminded of a song by Johnny Cash.

Visitors in the morning. Tony's primary school teachers. One of them is named Selina. I will need to remember that.

I passed a foreigner as I was walking the road in front of Casa Kaulins. I avoided eye contact, pretending to be focused on Tony. Jenny then asked me if I saw the foreigner. I said “well.... yeah. He is probably French or something.” I should have said hello but I just couldn't press the trigger on my friendly gun.

Yesterday, I saw a older Chinese man with curly hair. It was an unusual sight because 99.9 percent of the Chinese I have seen have naturally straight hair. This man's hair was curly and white, he reminded of Marx Brother named Harpo, the one with curly and white hair who never speaks. He did say hello to me, but I never had a chance to question him about his origins. He was with Chinese cronies drinking tea.

Coming home from downtown yesterday, we went to our small shop to buy some drinks. Tony didn't want anything, but he got very upset when I bought drinks for Jenny and myself. He kept screaming “No buy drinks!” He continued saying this even after we bought the drinks. We didn't know what he wanted or what his complaint. Did he want us to return the drinks and get our money back? Was he angry because we ignored his order? Or was he simply irritable from a lack of sleep. In fact, earlier at the dance class, he refused to participate for the last ten minutes. Asking him if he thought dance class was stupid – I thought it was – he said it was stupid. It must have been the lack of sleep. He didn't even take a nap on the bus – his usual habit.

The Hui Shan Tesco Plaza is very quiet on account of the opening of the Wanda Plaza. The two plazas are about two hundred meters from each other. And the word on the street is that the supermarket in the basement of Wanda is cheaper than Tesco. I think that a lot of this shopping mall construction is just shuffling retail demand about, not really increasing it. Although, people must have come from Jiangyin to visit the new Wanda.

My vacation time wasn't that bad at all. I just have no stories to tell, and I can't make them up. People who have this “talent,” have a brain that somehow doesn't register reality.

Tomorrow is Dominion Day, not Canada Day. Only Communists call it Canada Day. Real Canadians call it Dominion Day!!!!

Sunday afternoon about 345, I took Tony to the Wanda Plaza. I took him to two arcades, McDonald's, and any store that happened to sell toys. He was well-behaved once. When he was eating his four chicken wings at McDonald's. Something about those spicy wings makes Tony sit still and take his time. Otherwise, he runs around excitably like a chicken with no idea what it wants to do. [LECTOR: This is what you said earlier: To end up in a Shopping Mall on one's vacation betrays a lack of imagination. ANDIS: What can I say? Lector. You are number one! LECTOR: I win yet again!]

I spend most of Sunday evening, looking for solecisms in this blog entry.