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I have been reflecting on a number of things for which I am quite grateful. I have a wonderful family. My youngest really did a great job of taking care of things while I was gone. I live in a good neighborhood in wonderful village. I love my job and I am grateful for my employer. I have no material lack.
I had a fabulous four-week trip to
"Somebody misses her Granddad" was the caption on this cute picture. I'm grateful for the the post although it made me miss a certain young family even more.
There is no better place to be during the summer than the
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Check in started at
The flight left on time at
After a month of trying to drink coffee in a nation of tea drinkers, I was very excited that on this flight, United served Starbucks coffee. How could it get any better?
It was the worst coffee I have ever had. By comparison, this airline-version Starbucks made coffee from a Chinese vending machine taste like something Paul Brown at his best would brew.
At
36 hours of travel, 12 of it waiting in airports. Jet lagged. I will not be operating any heavy machinery for the next few days.
Thursday night I woke up out of a very sound sleep, in a dark room, not knowing where I was. I somehow realized a cat had walked across the bed. Funny, I don’t remember any cats in
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I have posted some pictures from my stay in
Thursday June 22nd. I flew from
I planned to spend the afternoon and evening preparing my notes. However, I was totally wiped out and slept several hours in the afternoon. In the evening, I got a little done but was still tired and retired early. No problem, with a long afternoon nap I would probably wake up in the middle of the night and would not be able to sleep. What a perfect time to work on my notes.
I slept another nine hours, straight through the night.
Friday June 23rd. I did finish my notes by late morning and emailed them to my university contact. My American host had his final exam and returned late in the afternoon. I felt led to make the evening a night devoted to just him. To celebrate I took him out to his favorite restaurant, a Tex-Mex place, where he could have all his favorite dishes. The food was quite good and they had milkshakes that were among the best I have ever had anywhere. We had a wonderful talk, very good, deep sharing. We also ate too much, running the bill up to 82 rmb. This is really quite expensive for two people, but then how often do two New Yorkers in
Saturday June 24th. I was to speak at a once-a-month English Corner held in a family’s apartment. I decided to speak on The Richest Man who Ever Lived. There were to be many nonbelievers there and I thought it would not be too explicitly Christian (2,900 year old wisdom from an ancient Jewish king). There were over forty people crammed into the apartment. I think it went well but turned out to be more explicitly Christian than my hosts expected. However, everyone knew the hosts were Christians and no one was shocked or surprised at my content. People were there not just for the chance to speak English but also because they were interested in Christianity.
Sunday June 25th. We went to an international fellowship this morning in a luxury apartment – the nicest apartment in which I have ever been. All ex-pats, mostly American but a sizable minority of Southeast Asians. I spent the afternoon revising my notes for Monday’s talk. At Saturday’s English Corner, I met the young faculty member who is bringing me to campus. He wanted more “depth.” He is a young economist and I would be speaking to economics faculty and students. Opps!
The sole purpose of my talk is to build up and give credibility to this brother who is starting out his career as an economist. Being the one to know and invite a Western scholar to campus could really boost his prestige here. So I needed to beef up my presentation. (I was to speak at other universities but they are having, or have had, their final exams.)
In the evening, I was to have dinner with a couple whose daughter just returned from high school in
Dinner was at the home of a Christian family. The hostess was an outgoing Southeast Asian. (Imagine someone with the best qualities of Judy Tomford combined with the best of Sandy Colbert.) It turned out to be an absolutely wonderful evening. The 17-year-old was a great kid, loved and admired by her parents, and she loved and admired the parents. She became a Christian in
Students must select a major when applying to university and the father was completely open to supporting his daughter’s decision. He just wanted her to make the best decision possible.
This was not a typical or traditional Chinese family. The mother told a story of how years ago her daughter’s teacher came to visit her to discuss the child’s progress. The mother told the teacher her priorities were first, her daughter’s happiness, second, her daughter’s character, and third, her daughter’s education. This is exactly the reverse of the typical priorities of Chinese parents. You cannot believe the pressure Chinese kids are under to perform well in school. However, here I was sitting next to this well adjusted, happy 17-year-old who seems to have it all together – at least as far as any 17-year-old reasonably can have it altogether.
Later that evening I emailed my revised notes and emailed them to the young economist.
Monday June 26th. Another hot and muggy day in
A car came by to pick me up at about
I opened my laptop and had the document loaded to read when I discovered I left my glasses back at the flat. This is my fourth week in
There were three local family members, two sisters and a brother, sitting in the front row and thinking of me the whole time. They were quite surprised later when I told them I could not read my notes. I fooled everyone. In fact, they said they were impressed that I only occasionally glanced at the screen and then spoke at length. In fact, I was glancing at the very blurry screen in order to buy some time to think of what I was to say next!
There were problems with the translators. (Some I could tell were happening at the time while other things were explained to me later.) There was some humor that should have been easy to get across but was completely flat when translated. There were a number of times when the translators said the opposite of what I said. Some faculty in the front row were getting agitated because they could understand enough English to know the translators got it way wrong.
The Q&A went very well. Even though sometimes I gave a detailed answer, which was then translated, “He says he not a
We would have been there all night if the students were allowed to continue past
Bottom line: the dean was very happy, my economist sponsor was very happy (although he got a bit panicky about the translations during my talk). A number of indirect indicators show conclusively that it went well -- it wasn't just people saying good job.
I think the Asian reading of these indicators is interesting:
First, we were to have a dinner with the dean after the talk at a hotel on campus. Instead, the dean decided after the talk to take us to the best restaurant in the area.
Second, there were only nine of us at dinner (my three friends, two translators, the young economist, the dean, the assistant dean, and myself) yet the dean ordered twenty dishes (an Asian sister counted). This is over the top.
Third, my Asian sister found out the dean spent over 750 rmb for dinner (a bit less than $100). This is extremely extravagant and very way over the top. A very good dinner would only be a couple dollars per person in this land of cheap food and cheap labor.
Fourth, the dean had every intention, I later found out, to get drunk with me at dinner by having repeated toasts with a Chinese version of white lightening. Getting drunk together would signify that we had become close friends.
Fifth, he sent us home in the university’s Buick minivan. Buick is a prestige car in
Everything turned out well.
Tuesday June 27th. My last full day in
In the morning, I went shopping downtown with my American host and now my friend. I had a serious deficit of gifts to bring back. However, we went all over, to all kinds of shopping areas, and I could find nothing except some postcards.
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The following is a rap written by
Listen, kids, the feats I sing
Of mighty Ming, King of Ka Ching,
The noble house, C I E E.
Blazed a trail of US dollars.
Shang’hai to the
Answered thousand merchant prayers.
Gave up teachers’ bookish jargon;
Spoke the global tongue of Bargain.
Swept up jade, tea, and treasure,
Weighed down luggage beyond measure.
Minglings wolfed down rice and spice,
But, burned once, still ate twice.
What goes round will come back.
Is it beef? Is it yak?
Is it hot? Is it noble?
Or unpeeled and microbial?
At the worst, you’ve got Imodium
Locals gasp; tourists scoff;
Pray that Lucky Air can still take off.
Ming did wonders more than seven;
Let no rain fall from heaven;
Kept wild drivers on the road;
Kept the plan from overload.
Made non-stop shoppers hop
With a clap. “Chop, chop.”
Kept the pace through
Served up countless Kodak moments.
Showed eco- ethno- bio- diversity
With no hint of perversity
‘Cept for smirks and smiles
At the proud Bai lifestyles.
The folk are happy – no regrets,
If only they can be Rockettes:
Wave that fan, stomp those shoes,
Dance so hot, you blow a fuse.
Show goes on, no regrettin’
Even if you are Tibetan.
Lifts the veil on
So, Chairman Ming, we bid adieu,
No place we wouldn’t go with you.
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They asked me to teach a section of adults that afternoon. However, no one showed because students were busy preparing for or taking university exams.
I was taken to lunch at a restaurant that I would not have chosen. Later that evening at the English corner at a teahouse, I became violently ill with both ends of my GI-track being quite explosive. Trying to be cool about it so few would know what was happening; I continually had to excuse myself from a conversation.
Sunday June 18th. Imodium is a wonderful thing.
I was able to share with a fellowship of maybe ten university students in the morning. Most of my message went over their heads but I had a good example, a word picture, they could relate to. I find most Chinese cannot understand my English. I use words they do not know while more experienced Westerners would know the right word that they would likely know. Chinese is also a tonal language where one of four tones used changes the meaning of a word. For example, ma can mean mother, horse, or scolding depending on how you say it. I think that if I use a different inflection with a word than what they are used to, their natural mindset is that it is a different word even though it is not different in English.
I rested in the afternoon. That evening I met with a Southeast Asian businessperson. She took me to a Western-style doughnut shop where I had English milk-tea with sugar: Just what I needed given the delicate condition of my GI-track.
This woman is into many different things. One thing she does is help local trash pickers. These are kids of folks from the countryside that migrate illegally to the city to pick trough trash to “recycle.” Since the children are not registered to be in the city, they are ineligible for schooling or any other government help. The Chinese view such charitable efforts as the responsibility of the government. However, this woman must be discrete about helping the poor so as not to cause the government to lose face. That is, if she helps then it shows the government is not doing its job and there would be a loss of face. No one does that with impunity, especially a foreigner who wants to stay in country.
A peasant in the rural area earns maybe 500 rmb per year. In the city, a trash picker can make more than 1,000 rmb per month. It makes you wonder why there is anyone left in the country. Illegal immigration to the city has become a huge “problem.” The construction boom relies on illegal immigrants as do a lot of the restaurants and other low-wage service industries. It used to be that officials would catch an immigrant and just put him on a train back to his hometown. Now there are far too many to cope with and any enforcement seems futile if not impossible. (Hmm…, doesn’t this sound familiar?)
Monday June 19th. Today I mostly hung out with a local American businessman/consultant. In the afternoon, I visited a local development on the outskirts of town,
Tuesday June 20th. My American friend spent the day trying to renew his visa and it took him all day. This was fine with me since I was feeling quite tired and thought I should just rest. I did drop some dirty clothes off at a laundry expecting it to ready late afternoon, all nicely ironed – even my underwear. However, when I took it back to my hotel in the evening I discovered it was not only not ironed, but also quite damp. I was of course quite indignant. However, these were good people, brothers, recommended to me, and I soon figured out it was the result of miscommunication.
In fact, it was also all my fault.
The family did not speak English and looking back at the events of the morning, I realized the young girl who took my laundry was pointing at a calendar trying to tell me to pick it up the next day. However, I did not get it at the time. She also compounded the error by making the dangerous assumption that I wasn’t stupid. I tried to communicate that I wanted it by
It all worked out. I hung the damp clothes in my hotel room’s bath. They were dry by morning with no harm done.
Wednesday June 21st. Today a group of us went to visit a Hui village a few hours from
On the way to and from the village, we traveled on very good highways and we saw prosperous farms growing vegetables, tobacco, and flowers. Much of the farming seemed to take place under what looked like Quonset huts made of plastic sheeting. The road we were on supposedly went all the way to
The imam was unavailable but a teacher-scholar gave us a tour to the village and mosques. We then had a very lengthy and good discussion. The teacher-scholar basically asked me, the oldest, to give my testimony. Others did so as well. The teacher also shared how he came to be a follower and scholar of Islam. It was very nice to have a frank, open, and still pleasant conversation.
A Muslim teacher also asked why Bush was reelected. Muslims just cannot fathom how or why that happened. I explained that
Later that evening I went to another English corner then stayed up late to catch up on my emails.
Be blessed!
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