Friday, February 5, 2010

It is Saturday for you; it is Wednesday for me.

Early Risings
This work week, I have been getting up at six a.m. which means I haven't been lingering in bed as is most often times my habit.  I have been getting up early in hopes of being able to upload a video to Youtube.  Unfortunately, I have had no success.

I even was up early this morning, despite having gone to bed late last night.  What happened was that a student invited some trainers to her apartment for a late supper.  We were reluctant to go, not because we didn't want to, but because we were asked on very short notice.  I went because I got myself talked into by my wife and the student.  I don't regret going because the food was excellent.  The student has a European boy friend, so I was able to eat some food I hadn't had in a while like dill gherkins, which were a sort of like a mini dill pickle.  I haven't had dill pickles since I left Canada five years ago.  I also had some Chinese cuisine from other parts of China that I had never before eaten -- very good as well.  My only regret was that I was against it for time because I needed to leave before the last bus of the evening going towards Yanqiao and home (and my wife and son).

Leaving the apartment, I noticed that one can become quite disorientated in these huge apartment complexes.  In the dark, everything looks the same.  Thankfully, I chose the right path to get to the main entrance.

Once home, I read this short story by Flannery O'Connor called "Everything That Rises Must Converge."  Such a wonderful story.  Here is the link for it.  A simple story, well-resented, and yet so profound on many levels.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Wuxi Tony Update #526: Tony dances and sings

Playing with punctuation and other things.

You really like China!
I love my wife Jenny who is from Beixing.  Not that one that isn't.

You really like China?
Someone has suggested that I think my wife is half-heathen.  It is nice to get comments on my blog.

It is nice to get comments on your blog? you ask.  Of course.

Of course?

Of course!  Of course.

The Joys of Yiddish
I pulled that book, which I brought with me from Canada five years ago, off my shelf and am re-reading it.  It is a wonderful lexicon of the Yiddish language and its' influence on English.  I like in inflict some of its' contents on my students.

Be warned!  I like to imitate the last book I have read.

My son: he is a regular genius, at least.
Tony has figured out that putting a lid on his toy bucket, stops the toys from spilling as he carries them down from the upper bunk in our bedroom.

Get lost! Not!
I love my readers.  The critical ones especially.

Teaching the Chinese Yiddish
I asked the students to tell me what these expressions meant:

  1. Get Lost!
  2. I need it like a hole in the head.
  3. From that he makes a living?
  4. He's a regular genius.
  5. Go hit your head against the wall.
  6. You want it should sing too?
  7. On him, it looks good.
The students, with some clues, figured them all out.  The better students found them amusing and strange.  At first, many of the students thought #1 meant the person was telling everyone he was lost.  For #2, a few students had to be told that a hole in a head wasn't a good thing.  The students all figured out #4 very easily, as well as #5.
 
I had a hard time explaining what Jews were to the students.  The people of the book and the old testament didn't mean anything to the students.
 
Have your feelings been hurt?
None of the students said their feelings had been hurt recently.  I asked because earlier in the day, I had read this piece by John Derbyshire (scroll down to "hurting a nation's feelings.")
 



Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Tony and Andis


I am having VPN troubles. It is so difficult to upload video from behind the Great Firewall. So in lieu of the many Wuxi Tony Updates I can't upload, here is a recent photo of Tony and I.

Do we look alike? Many say we don't. Which is all to the good for Tony. What an ugly bastard his father is!
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Back to Work in early February 2010

Tony and Andis go to Hui Shan's new Tesco Supermarket
Andis, until Wednesday afternoon this week, thought that he had experienced all that was worth experiencing in life.  But the first visit of his life to a Tesco changed his mind, shifted his paradigms, and shook all his life-time assumptions to the core.  
 
His trip to the new Hui Shan Tesco was the second Road to Damascus experience of his life (the first being his listening to Rush Limbaugh).  Said Andis:"Who thought a trip to a supermarket could be so wonderful!".

Actually, it wasn't that big a deal.

The Hui Shan Tesco was remarkable in its' absolute ordinariness.  If it wasn't for the fact that it sold guacamole, Hui Shan Tesco would have been completely one hundred percent typically and unremarkably ordinary like every other supermarket in Wuxi.
 
Andis was disappointed that the Tesco didn't sell Pineapple Beer.  Its' vegetable market was skimpy, and its bakery seemed to have no rare treasures.
 
Andis can't decide if the Tesco is bigger than the Carrefour in Baoli.  Andis's wife Jenny insists that the Tesco is bigger.  Andis is not so certain.  What is for certain, is that the Tesco layout resembles that of many other supermarkets in Wuxi: mini mall on the main floor; a floor of hardware, electronics, and clothes; and a floor with a grocery store.
 
There is no point in Wuxi Expats, other than Andis, going to this supermarket.
 
AKIC grade: C-minus.

Fish Jumping into Shopping Cart poses Ethical Dilemma
Unhistorical and dull as Andis's trip to the Tesco was.  He did have another first-time-in-the-life experience on Wednesday, other than being in a Tesco.  When in the meat section, he parked his shopping cart beside a tank of live fish (to the Chinese, fresh fish means live fish) for the benefit of satisfying his son Tony's natural curiosity about fish.  These fish, Andis noticed, made for a lively bunch, some sticking up their mouths for a breath of air.  Shortly thereafter, one of the fish jumped out of the tank into Andis's shopping cart.

Andis's first reaction was to move his purchases and things in the cart away from that fish .  He hoped that some employee would quickly come to his aid.  But none did, so he grabbed a net that was in the tank, but the net had fish in it already -- Andis decided he couldn't use the net and so put it back in the tank.  He then grabbed the fish with his hand hoping to throw it back in the tank, but the fish slipped out of his hand on to the floor.  It was then that another shopper gave Andis a bag with which he could handle the fish.  Using the bag, Andis grabbed the fish on the floor and threw it back to the tank with its' brothers.

Andis wondered if he had done the right thing.  Clearly, the fish yearned for freedom.  And Andis supposedly being sympathetic to those desiring freedom, maybe should have smuggled the fish out of the store and thrown it into a nearby canal.  And there was the question of contamination from having thrown the fish back into the tank...


A Thought
Question:  Who is more likely to suffer a concussion: a person wearing a football helmet (that be NFL football!), or someone not wearing a football helmet?

Answer:  The person wearing the football helmet because he is more likely to be playing football.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Wuxi Tony Update #523: A Good Day for a WTU

Quotes and Links

Louis D. Brandeis
"Organization can never be a substitute for initiative and for judgment."


                      
John Betjeman (1906-84).
 
THE PLANSTER'S VISION
Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong,
Pouring their music through the branches bare,
From moon-white church-towers down the windy air
Have pealed the centuries out with Evensong.
Remove those cottages, a huddled throng!
Too many babies have been born in there,
Too many coffins, bumping down the stair,
Carried the old their garden paths along.


I have a Vision of the Future, chum,
The workers' flats in fields of soya beans
Tower up like silver pencils, score on score:
And Surging Millions hear the Challenge come
From microphones in communal canteens
"No Right! No Wrong! All's perfect, evermore."

 
GK Chesterton on Confucius
 
One of the great philosophers said that it would be well if philosophers were kings, or kings were philosophers. He spoke as of something too good to be true; but, as a matter of fact, it not infrequently was true. A certain type, perhaps too little noticed in history, may really be called the royal philosopher. To begin with, apart from actual royalty, it did occasionally become possible for the sage, though he was not what we call a religious founder, to be something like a political founder. And the great example of this, one of the very greatest in the world, will with the very thought of it carry us thousands of miles across the vast spaces of Asia to that very wonderful and in some ways that very wise world of ideas and institutions, which we dismiss somewhat cheaply when we talk of China. Men have served many very strange gods; and trusted themselves loyally to many ideals and even idols. China is a society that has really chosen to believe in intellect. It has taken intellect seriously; and it may be that it stands alone in the world. From a very early age it faced the dilemma of the king and the philosopher by actually appointing a philosopher to advise the king. It made a public institution out of a private individual, who had nothing in the world to do but to be intellectual. It bad and has, of course, many other things on the same pattern. It creates all ranks and privileges by public examination; it has nothing that we call an aristocracy; it is a democracy dominated by an intelligentsia.

But the point here is that it had philosophers to advise kings; and one of those philosophers must have been a great philosopher and a great statesman. Confucius was not a religious founder or even a religious teacher; possibly not even a religious man. He was not an atheist; he was apparently what we call an agnostic. But the really vital point is that it is utterly irrelevant to talk about his religion at all. It is like talking of theology as the first thing in the story of how Rowland Hill established the postal system or Baden-Powell organized the Boy Scouts. Confucius was not there to bring a message from heaven to humanity, but to organize China; and be must have organized it exceedingly well, It follows that he dealt much with morals; but he bound them up strictly with manners. The peculiarity of his scheme, and of his country, in which it contrasts with its great pendant the system of Christendom, is that he insisted on perpetuating an external life with all its forms, that outward continuity might preserve internal peace. Anyone who knows how much habit has to do with health, of mind as well as body, will see the truth in his idea. But he will also see that the ancestor worship and the reverence for the Sacred Emperor were habits and not creeds. It is unfair to the great Confucius to say he was a religious founder. It is even unfair to him to say be was not a religious founder. It is as unfair as going out of one's way to say that Jeremy Bentham was not a Christian martyr.

Blaise Pascal on China

93. History of China.--I believe only the histories, whose witnesses got themselves killed.

Which is the more credible of the two, Moses or China?

It is not a question of seeing this summarily. I tell you there is in it something to blind, and something to enlighten.

By this one word I destroy all your reasoning. "But China obscures," say you; and I answer, "China obscures, but there is clearness to be found; seek it."

Thus all that you say makes for one of the views and not at all against the other.

So this serves, and does no harm.

We must, then, see this in detail; we must put the papers on the table.

594. Against the history of China.--The historians of Mexico, the five suns, of which the last is only eight hundred years old.

The difference between a book accepted by a nation and one which makes a nation.


Israel and Haiti by Jay Nordlinger

As you may have read, Israel has played a big role in relieving Haiti, following the hugely destructive earthquake. Unfortunately, the Israelis have a lot of experience in digging people out of rubble, etc. They are a people who have faced bombings over and over. At the end of 2003, there was a major earthquake in Bam, Iran. (Yeah, I know: "Bam," an earthquake.) The Israelis were alacritous: They wanted to send rescue workers immediately. There was no time to waste, and Israel was very close, physically, to Iran. But Iran refused this aid and expertise. The government preferred that people die rather than suffer the ignominy of being rescued by Jews. This episode was a further indication of the psychosis prevalent in the Middle East. Fortunately, Haiti, for all of its sufferings, does not suffer from that.

I noticed an interesting piece by Marty Peretz of The New Republic — noticed it because it was cited in Commentary's Contentions. Peretz wrote,

I've just read the transcript of the president's remarks about Haiti, the ones he made on January 15. He noted that, in addition to assistance from the United States, significant aid had also come from "Brazil, Mexico, Canada, France, Colombia, and the Dominican Republic, among others." Am I missing another country that truly weighed in with truly consequential assistance? Ah, yes. There it is. Right there "among others." Yes, the country to which I refer is "among others," that one.

The fact is that, next to our country, Israel sent the largest contingent of trained rescue workers, doctors, and other medical personnel. The Israeli field hospital was the only one on the ground that could perform real surgery, which it did literally hundreds of times, while delivering — as of last week — at least 16 babies, including one premature infant and three caesarians. . . .

 

It's not that Israeli participation in the Haiti horror was being kept secret. I myself saw it reported several times on television . . .

 

So didn't Obama notice? For God's sake, everybody noticed the deep Israeli involvement.



Tough Love

Though a Democrat, he rails against "far-to-the-left liberals who in my opinion are worse than the Ku Klux Klan. . . . They love for minorities to have the illusion that we can make choices, but when families are given the chance to choose a public charter school, like AIPCS, these 'saviors' always find a way to interfere."



"Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile" - Blessed Teresa of Calcutta
 


In his attempt to emulate Clinton's success, President Obama resembles nothing so much a the New Guinea aboriginals who built model airfields complete with straw control towers and airplanes after the Second World War and the departure of the American army. The Americans had summoned cargo from the sky through such magical devices, so thought the aboriginals, and by building what looked like airfields, so might they. But Obama can no more conjure up an economic recovery by doing things that look like what Clinton did, than the natives of New Guinea could draw cargo from the sky with straw totems. Marx's crack about history repeating itself—the first time as tragedy and the second as farce—comes to mind.