Scooter VS Gary's Car

On 12/04/2010, a lovely Saturday afternoon in Nanjing, China, Bill and I were taking Gary and his daughter, Lianne to Chao Tian Gong.  Chao Tian is also known by the expate community at “The Dirt Market” or “The Antique Market”.

Gary decided that he wanted to drive his personal car into the city as he has done on several occasions.  Typically Bill and I opt for local transportation, buses or taxi’s, to do our exploring in town.  Bill and Gary both have Chinese driver’s license and both are able to drive anywhere in China.  I know that I have previously commented on the insane traffic flow in our community.  All the signs are in Chinese characters, the Chinese drivers themselves have a “kill or be killed” driving style and add in a few thousand bikes and scooters per block and you have the recipe for chaos.  I personally will never drive here; my nerves are not that strong. 

Gary and Lianne come by Yulan Villa to collect Bill and me at 2 o’clock, plenty of time for a nice leisurely stroll through the Dirt Market.  We made it to the market in great time with no major snafu’s, on to find parking. Another reason why public transportation is a more manageable form of relocation is due to the extreme lack of public parking.  Gary found a spot going in the opposite direction and he proceeded to execute a three point turn.  A simple enough skill which he executed like a professional; HOWEVER…

As he was putting the vehicle into reverse to Parallel Park. SMACK, Scooter interfaces with front driver side tire. 

She, a Chinese female scooter driver, hit our stationary vehicle.  Fortunately, she just hit the tire with her pedal; her scooter was one of the cheap pedal/electric varieties.  Unfortunately, her pedal had a slight bend in its shaft. 

*Cue disaster music…dunn dunn dunn da…dunn dunn dunn daaaa*

The Chinese have very defined road rules.  If the Chinese drivers were to actually utilize two-thirds of their laws, China would be one of the safest countries to drive in…BUT they don’t.  Add that to the law that if your scooter is below a 35cc, you don’t have to have a license, it is more of a fast bike and thus 90% of the scooters are 35cc or less. 

*Dunn dunn dunn daaaaa (DDDA)*

Our scooter lady whom we will now refer to as NINNY, as in Nimrod, Nincompoop, Numb Nuts you get the idea.  Ninny is enraged.  How dare our non-moving vehicle get in her way?  How dare we cause her distress and a bent pedal? 

She called the Police.  *DDDA* 

When you have an accident in China, you don’t move your vehicle until the police arrive to make a judgment on fault, take photos (usually with their cell phone) and settle any financial agreement or issue tickets.  It doesn’t matter if you are in the highest traffic flow area of the city or on an elevated highway, if you have a fender bender; you are fully expected to jam up all traffic around you as you await the Police.  Which brings up Police response time, could be 10 minutes or could be HOURS! 

The other thing the Chinese find perfectly acceptable is to gather in masses to lurk at the scene of an accident or argument.  It is a spectator sport to them, add a few foreigners to the scene and you got the makings for a spectacle.  Oh, yeah baby, I should have been selling tickets.  “Step right up, See the White People.  Step right up, see the giants.  Get your tickets.  Step right up.”

 While waiting for the police, Ninny is telling everyone that will stop to listen how the big bad Laowai (foreigners) jumped their big vehicle in front her little bitty scooter. My Chinese is not great but usable.  So I proceed to tell everyone how Ninny hit a parked car. Not allowed, unacceptable, ridiculous.  The spectators are gathering and laughing…many Chinese think that if they are hit by a foreigner that it is MONEY.  *insert sound:  “cha-ching”*.  Others are laughing at Ninny for her obvious lack of driving skills and for my ability to tell her such. I am also at this time, making nice with the spectators, telling them how adorable their babies are, talking to the elderly, how are you, thanks for coming. I took pictures of the vehicles and the crowds.  I stood on the railing of Gary’s vehicle and tried to get them to do a group wave for me…yah, that didn’t translate well. *Bwwwwaaahaaahaa*

A 1/2 hour later, Mr. Policeman arrives.  What Bill did do prior to the arrival of THE LAW was call one of our Chinese contacts that is bilingual and explained the situation and had them on stand-by for translation assistance.  About 50% of the police are able to speak a bit of English but considering the possibility for the things to go wrong quickly, it is a good idea to have options.  Mr. Policeman is a charming looking young guy, reminded me of Yao Ming the basketball player just not a bazillion feet tall, from here forth the Policeman will be referred to as Yao Ming. 

You can tell Yao was flustered with the large group of people and the accident involving the Laowai.  He spoke to Ninny and inspected the damage to the scooter.  He tried to talk to Gary to get his version.  Gary’s Chinese is much worse than mine so I started translating (God help us.) Through some charades and basic words, he understood what we were saying.  He verified Gary’s documents (license), all were in line.  He then speaks to Ninny again…who we know is really damsel in distress playing for the crowd.  Was that a tear I saw?  Sweet Baby Jesus….time to call the translator!

Here is another quirky China Vehicle Law.  The vehicle that is largest is always responsible for the smaller vehicle in any moving violation accident.  So as long as you hit something larger then you…then the larger party is responsible…even if the larger vehicle isn’t moving.  Pedestrian vs. Bike…Pedestrian wins.  Bike vs. Scooter…Bike Wins.  Scooter vs. Car…Scooter Wins.  Car vs. Bus…Car Wins. Pedestrian vs. Bus…Pedestrian Wins…ok reality is BUS ALWAYS WINS.  I think the rickshaws are the wild card in the scooter/bike/rickshaw equation.

Our translator talks to Yao, more random hand gestures and lots of ok ok ok.  Yao returns me the phone.  Our translator tells me that Yao understands that Ninny is a moron.  However, Chinese Law says Car Bigger…Car Bad.  Yao wants to keep Gary’s documents.  Ninny is going to go get her bike fixed and bring the invoice to the Police Department.  Gary can come to the police department in 48 hours and pay for the repairs and collect his documents or he can bring his insurance person and the insurance person will pay the repairs and collect Gary’s documents.  I respond in a most perplexed voice, “Uh……. No…...  Gary has to go to train station to pick up his wife who is flying in today from Germany after attending her father’s funeral. (I am not making this up.) How is he to drive with no papers?  The insurance…this is a car owned by (an undisclosed Chinese Government Owned Company) .  Do you want me to go wake Chairman Mao to tell him that Ninny hit us while we are stationary and now I need him to come hold my hand and sign off on a less than $10 repair? Uh, no.” Then I threw out there the Chinese answer to getting things done fast and painless.  “How much is it going to cost to make her go away?  50RMB? 100RMB?  Really, we got things to do and places to go…so really, what will it take to make Ninny go AWAY…” Ok, so this question wasn’t completely painless. Gary did have to get to the train station to pick up his wife.  I was nearly 2 hours into this scenario.  I was done.  I hated to throw money at a woman that was obviously prolonging a situation for economic gain but really, I was overdone, put a fork in me and please dear Lord let me get on with my life. 

I hand the phone back to Yao…translator to Yao….Yao to Ninny, who is now got her cousin or someone on the phone with the scooter repair people.  Twenty more minutes of blah blah blah.  Yao hands me the phone, translator says, “100 RMB and it will all be taken care of, no more to do.” I looked at Gary and told him to pay the lady; this is two hours of my life gone.  He gave the money to Yao.  Yao then shakes hands with all of us and gives me this adorable shy grin.  He knows this is just wrong but what is he going to do?  I know it is wrong but what am I going to do?  If it was my car, would I have done differently?  Probably not.  These scenarios are ridiculous.  It is extortion.  Yao gives the money to Ninny and Ninny happily scoots away.  Sweet Baby Jesus, please let Karma exist and let her be judged wanting.

What do you do?  If you are me, you go for foot rubs, steak dinner at Jimmy’s, meet up with a bunch of friends and drink a few Vodka and Tonics.  Oh, but before that you send Gary to collect his wife at the station and then return their car to his apartment and threaten him within an inch of his life if he ever gets the notion to drive himself into the city proper again!

You know when you are comfortable living in China when....additions.

…the your local SOS doctor gives you the diagnosis of dysentery and you are relieved.

…you learn that your 10 year old is able to purchase alcohol because they are tall enough.  You just shrug your shoulders.

…when the food in the “western” restaurants actually start to taste like real American food.

                           ….and then you wonder why it doesn’t taste right when you return to the states.

Beginnings of a Book?

Recently I posted a status update on Facebook that said: You know you are comfortable living in China when…

The responses were hilarious to those of us that are expats living in this mystical land. At the same time repulsive to those that have never had the opportunity to experience life as we know it. I have had numerous request to start writing a book on my China Moments. I don’t believe that I have the skills to undertake such a lofty goal. I do believe that what I have seen and experienced is better for a stand up skit…but for once in my life I understand the saying, ”You had to be there.”
I really wanted to share some of the Facebook comments. All came from expats that are currently or recently resided in Nanjing, China, I did use a bit of editor prerogative to fine tune some of the comments. I will make it a goal to get photos to coordinate with all these statements.
Thank you to contributors: LW, SL, PD, CM, DC, RZ and EH for your contributions.

YOU KNOW YOU ARE COMFORTABLE

 LIVING IN CHINA WHEN….

… you fall asleep during a foot massage in room with nine Chinese strangers. ZZZZZZZZZzz.

...you burp in public and feel no need to say "excuse me".

…you need to do a pee and when you visit the toilet, someone starts gagging, and then you start gagging, and before you know it you are feeling really ill! When this stops being your reaction…you are comfortable living in China.

…when you bite into a piece of food and it has unknown bits and you have no issue with spitting it out directly on the table or floor.

…tying your plumbing together with a shoelace seems to be a viable option - clever even. Mei wen ti!!!

…you walk past the three year old taking a poo on the sidewalk and you reach into your bag and hand the parent a tissue without even breaking stride. :)


…you can sit on the bus and ignore the staring, and if you smile at someone you get a smile back, and you can giggle at the little boy playing with his willy through the split in his pants while he is sitting on his grandma's knee!


…you step on a pavement slab, it moves and sends a spray of "liquid" up your leg and you don’t freak. (Disclaimer...most of us are still working on that one.)


…you don't mind the toilet door open on a Chinese squatter while you using it. (Typically the door starts out closed but as the locks are typically broken it is inevitable that someone is going to try to walk in mid-pee. Most stalls face the main door which is never closed and you are left facing anyone lingering in the hallway and the elevators. As an extra bonus, the hand washing area is in a community sink in the hall so you get to wash your hands while observing everyone peeing around you.)


…you walk outside and take a deep breath of the highly polluted air and think, "Ahhh...fresh air."


…you walk into any restroom and expect there NOT to be any soap.
     … or toilet paper.


…you realize that the footprints on your toilet seat at home are your own!


…you no longer need to know what it is you are eating! The term 'meat' is acceptable!


…you think the traffic has improved lately, and the taxi drivers seem saner than they used to.


…you go back to the US and get irritated with how uptight Americans are about their silly rules.

…someone freaks out about something, your first thought is "she's just not used to it".


…no hygiene situation you could possibly encounter could shock you.


…your concept of a standing in a line - begins to look more like a scatter plot than an actual line.


…you have no concern about screaming at the taxi driver along with all the other passengers that just cut off your bus, causing a minor accident and delaying your ride home.

…you are able to play “Prostitute/Not a Prostitute” without a challange.


…you look at a Chinese menu and just start randomly pointing at symbols and willingly eat whatever ends up on your table.

…when you board a train with no ticket and are willing to stand on a two hour train ride and pay full price.



I am sure there will be many more to come. Till then…



Today’s Photo Wandering…

 

Lynn and I went to collect some paintings that we had framed this afternoon.  I took along the camera just to see what would jump out at me…Pretty normal China day.  Did discover that the “Pet Alley” now has pot belly pigs for sell.  The older man with the great dental work was quite enamored with us and followed us for a bit.  I took his picture and showed it to him.  The size of his smile was just delightful.  Anyone who knows me, knows that I have this love of mannequins. I need to do just a photo blog on mannequins of the world. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is not ultra affordable housing this is pretty middle class area.

 

 

 

The Pictures I went to pick up..one is a scroll that a local artist gave me.  Well, he gifted me the watercolor and I had it made into a traditional scroll.  The blue picture is a watercolor that I purchased at a Hopeful Heart Fundraiser. 

IKEA Daycamp?

A neighbor and I decided to do a little mindless wander through the Nanjing IKEA yesterday afternoon.  We found it strange that there was about 10 photographers around the store posing their friends at the various display rooms.
Of course we had to speculate on why they were doing this.  My favorite theory were that they were all signing up for the new "China" version of Facebook and they were going to Photoshop all the price tags out of the pictures and use the photos to show how they live while looking for that lucky foreigner to marry and take them away.  Most of the models were female and all the photographers were male.
Reality was probably more to there being a photography class using IKEA as a project shoot. Either way, I was entertained.

THEN, we strolled through the kid's area of the store.  You know where all the prince and princess buy their frog sheets and tiara styled mosquito netting.  One one of the displays a young lady was playing on her cell phone while her little one was making use of the furniture.
Really?  Do you just decide that hey, junior needs a nap, lets cruise on down to IKEA for a little nappy-poo?  Do you think to yourself, hey junior sure is cranky, I think that I will just lay her down so for a little rest here in the middle of the store.
At the same time, I get it.  Most of the Chinese do not have A/C in their homes and it is freaking hot.  IKEA has A/C and you can wander their for hours in the maze of household goods that you never realized you cannot live without.  They have a big food court that for just a few dollars you can have a snack and read your book or in the China way, play on your cell phone.  I also understand that most of the the people do not have their own vehicles and though they have no issue transporting several family members on a scooter at one time. And if Baby is asleep it is a bit more of a challenge to do this...and I guess I would rather see them doing this then trying to steer a motorized bike and hold on to slumbering junior all at the same time.
For the American in me though, this is just odd.  We would never do this.  One, if junior needs a nap and we are out shopping, they are in the stroller or in our arms.  We wouldn't stop in the middle of an outing to let junior have a little sleep, we would go home or just push forward.  We wouldn't make us of a store display to let our little on take a nap, can you imagine the sales associates dismay.
Of course, I too have a camera so I snapped this little gem of a moment.  We continued on with our browsing till I got the kitchen area and a momma was letting her toddler pee on the end cap display.  TIME TO GO...

Need to get my act together…

It has been a hectic few weeks in our household.  I have a lot going through my mind and have not been focused enough to put thoughts into words. 

My grandfather was in the hospital with complications to COPD.  He is back home now and seems to be doing better. I don’t get regular updates with that branch of my family, no news is good news.

My mother in law was also in the hospital this past month, well, actually she has been in twice this past month.  She too is doing better.

I have been fighting some strain of respiratory infection for the past few weeks.  Probably due to air quality…or lack of quality.  There was a huge dust storm blowing across China last week add that to the spring season and my sinuses are on hyper drive.

I am leaving tomorrow for Malaysia and Bali.  I need this respite desperately.  I am hoping that 10 days of sun and ocean breezes will clear not only my sinus issues but also my manic mindset.

I will post from the beach if I can find the wireless…if not. Back here mid April. 

Have a fantastic Easter and Blessed Pascha.

Tangshan Easpring Hot Spring Spa….

Last evening (3/5/2010), Bill, Catherine and I went to the Tangshan Easpring Hot Spring Resort outside of Nanjing, China. 

To drive from central Nanjing to Tangshan took nearly an hour due to the 630pm Friday night traffic congestion and the rainy (see FUGLY) weather.  It would only be a 30 minute or so ride in ideal conditions, not that we ever see those here in China.  For those of you that are locals it is on the highway to Shanghai, two tolls.  Get with me for specifics.

We arrived around 730.  To be honest I wasn’t sure what I was walking into…some random thoughts were the lack of hygiene in some of these establishments?  The weather was yucky, what if the “hot'” springs were really hot.  We being expats really stand out in the crowd…what if there are one million of my newest Chinese friends suffocating me and not giving me any personal space…how relaxing is that going to be? 

Can you tell I am the glass is half empty type of gal right now?

  What I discovered was a very nice facility that had recently been renovated.  There was a nice hotel (3 or 4 star, by western standards) attached to the spa’s, as we were only planning to stay for several hours I cannot promise what the rooms were really like outside of the flyers posted at the check-in desk.  Admission to the spa’s is around 150RMB each but Princess Catherine was able to obtain entry for less with all of her VIP connections. All you need to bring is your swimwear, flip flops and passport.  As it is a hotel and they give you a bracelet for your locker they hold the passport as collateral, like all Chinese hotels. Nothing guarantees payment like holding our passports hostage.  They do have flip flops and you can purchase or rent swimwear – I think not.  I will use my own – but thank you. 

After paying our entry fee we were escorted to the dressing/locker rooms.  Our little escort showed us how to use the lockers, they are electronically opened with your bracelet and then you double lock them with a key when you go out to the pools.  So pretty safe lockers.  Then one of the hostess pointed us to the showers for a pre-spa rinse, then you are given a nice robe and show out of the lockers to the pools…first impression…”Holy Crap it is cold.” Second impression….”Look at the waterfall and all the steam – Nice!”  Third impression…”Where are all the Chinese?”

I think due to the weather and that we arrived later in the evening  the crowds that may have been there – were not.  I like to think that they knew the Laowai (foreigners) were coming and wanted to give us ample elbow room…I maybe wrong.

There were dozens of pools to sit in…warm, scented, minerals, hot, freaking hot, ohmigod i just boiled my skin off hot.  Many to chose from we started with the massaging waterfalls and worked out way through several others.  At first the staff tried to guide us from one to the other but I think they soon realized that Catherine was more of a challenge to direct then other Laowai’s.  We love that about her.

There was a hot marble napping area that was set up like the Roman baths, right down to the cherub fountains.  Little nooks that the marble floor is heated by the steam below it with small terry cloth mats to lay on and take a little break from the soaking.  There was also several tables and lounges set up around the grounds that if the weather was more friendly you could sit and read a book or soak up some sun if you were so inclined.  Several staff were walking around offering complimentary beverages, soda’s, water, juice and beer. Being that we are in China the other complimentary item being offered was cigarettes.  There is a whole process of presenting smokes as part of a “making a connection” thing.  How you offer, receive, light and partake.  Think Mafia, Communism meets the Marlboro Copy Copy Man….

After getting really warm and toasty in one of the hotter tubs we went to the fun spa….the LITTLE FISHIES POOL.  Yes, I am talking about soaking with fish nibbling on you.  That pool was not as warm so we didn’t spend an extended amount of time with them and we had already experienced this “treat” when we were wandering around Cambodia.  There were hundreds of small, size of a nickel, fish swimming in this large pool, you get in it and sit with the water up to your chin and the fish swim up and nibble on your dead skin.  It is a freaky feeling but not uncomfortable…you have to breathe through the first few minutes and adjust to it.  I just didn’t want  them swimming into my cleavage as that would have been awkward. The story is that the more fish on you the more cleaning to be done….I guess this should be the time that I mention that Bill must have been very yummy!

We followed that up with some of the fragrant pools, lavender, rose, bamboo, aloe and jasmine to choose from…very hot and quite enjoyable.

We decide it was time to be heading back to Nanjing.  Back to the locker rooms for shower time. 

This is the Chinese portion of our program, our locker room hostess collected our robes and shooed us off to the showers.  Time to strip and bare all.  The Chinese do not have major body issues like us Americans.  In fact out of all the different nationalities I have interacted with the only ones that are more against nudity then Americans are the Islamic.  What I find interesting is the lack of personal grooming that the Chinese embrace…as Catherine commented, “There is more “bush” here then in all of Africa.”

We strip down and jump in the rain showers, shampoo, liquid soap and conditioners all provided.  Once shower time is done, you walk out and the hostess is waiting with nice warm towels, which she drapes around you and shuffles you off to your locker.  Again since we were the Laowai’s we had several staff and guest lurking around to watch our dressing process.  I really think that putting on your pants one leg at a time is universal but I know that anything we do, even getting dressed, is something of a curiosity for this inquisitive people.  Once we have dressed, we are shown to the grooming area.  I nice room with dozens of dressing tables with hair products, combs, brushes and blow dryers and Q-Tips galore.  Both Catherine and I spend several minutes, grooming but mind you, we both brought our own combs and brushes – again – we appreciate the effort but I will stick with my own comb.  I really think that I spent much longer at my table one of the hostess would have tried to dry my hair for me.  As I have insanely natural curly hair, it has a tendency to bring out the curiosity in many of my new friends.  I cannot count the number of times people have walked up to me and touched my hair.  One of the reasons for cutting it all off was to deter this behavior. 

Overall, I give the experience an above average rating.  It was nice to be able to be warm to my bones for the first time in months.  It was wonderful to be so relaxed that all I wanted to do was stay longer.  I don’t know when we will get back there but I do know that I will not hesitate to return. 

Until next time…..

Response to a Recent Facebook Request

First Child appreciation week…make your first born your profile picture.

Doesn’t this sound like such a fine idea, an all warm and fuzzy  moment? The basic idea is fine but when I read this request I got a little irked. (Irked is a word….spell check didn’t reject it, yeah me!)

Why did I take issue with this insignificant request? Am I really that easy to irritate? To the latter question, an obvious yes, to the first question…

1. I have four children that I appreciate equally. 
2. First Child….I have a First Born and an Oldest Child, these are not the same child.
3. What if my first born was actually twins? Yeah, they may be minutes apart but the lifetime of explaining I am older by 30 seconds….

My story is that I don’t like these questions. Yes, I should just ignore them. I do really well with suppressing my opinions most of the time (insert maniacal laughter by those of you that know me)….I take that back. I do a fair job (insert snicker) of suppressing my opinions in irrelevant situations. I know that this question/request does not change the world nor affect the way I chose to live my life. Maybe I need to increase the meds because I am so easily riled.

I have a whole book of questions that I cringe when someone ask me. “Where are you from?” “What is your hometown?” These always set me off and I find answering them a huge challenge. As a minor I was a military brat and as an adult a global nomad. I don’t have a “hometown”. I was born in Louisiana. My grandparents lived in the same house since the 1950’s so I think of that area as my “hometown”. I only went to kindergarten in that community. I don’t know the people of my generation. I am an outsider even there.

The other line of questioning that makes me flinch is questions about my kids. “How many do you have?” I have raised four but I gave birth to only two of the four. His, Mine and Ours…we are a successful blend of families. If I gave birth to my oldest, I would have been 14 years old. I am well aware that is possible and does happen but in the 80’s is was not as prevalent. Which leads to the inevitable statement, “Wow, you were 14/15 when you had her?” To which I have to go into the whole, His, Mine and Ours routine. I hate putting labels on my kids.

My kids are my kids, no matter how they came into my life. I look at all four of them as mine, I have raised them. We are a family. I don’t look at my “bonus” children any different then my “birth” children. They all have there pro’s and con’s but we are a great family that loves and supports each other without the labels.

CNY: The Fireworks

“Boom”

“Bang”

“Bam”

The sounds of Chinese New Years 2010.  It is insane the amount of noise these small stature people can create.  This is the sounds assaulting my ears for the past several days and I am beginning to go a little nuts.  Have I always had a twitch in my left eye?  Why does it only happen when a I hear the “BOOM” of a firework. 

Fireworks start in full earnest about 10 minutes to midnight on New Years Eve. It has been explained that fireworks are used to chase the bad spirits away from your home/neighborhood.

Honestly, fireworks go off here several times a day.  Most days of the week I am awoken around 6am to the sounds of your basic fireworks…bang, bang, bang. These are people announcing that they are starting a new job, school, baby born in the night, went poo for the first time in several days.  You do fireworks the day you move into a new apartment to chase away bad things and make the home welcoming for your family.  The only thing they don’t seem to acknowledge with fireworks is the passing of a loved one.  That is done by burning ceremonial money and the clothing of the deceased for them to use in the “Land of the Ancestors”.

This year the weather add an interesting element to the festivities.  SNOW.  Our community may get a light dusting of snow but this was more then a dusting.  As we sat in front of the wall of windows in Catherine’s apartment on the 19th floor to watch the fireworks going off all over the city of Nanjing, we were treated to the bonus of watching a couple inches of snow fall in less then an hour.  Unfortunately add a big snow to all the smoke of the fireworks and you get very little visibility.  Not that it deterred the people out lighting to fireworks.  That continued throughout the night.  Anyone that has watched CNN coverage of the first few days of the bombings in Iraq, well, that is what it sounds like, all rolled into one night. 

I cannot tell you how seriously they take this…..I can tell you that I am 72 hours into a 15 day festival and I just had to take a Xanax to keep me from flinching every 7 or so minutes.

Chinese New Year 2010: Lion Dance

Chinese New Year (CNY) follows the Lunar Calendar which is why it does coordinate with the Western (Jan.1) New Year.  It also begins the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival in China and most of Asia.

This is the BIGGEST holiday on the Chinese calendar and the weeks prior are just as important and hectic as the actual holiday. 

You have to go buy new clothes, preferably something red.  New shoes, for us ladies a nice 4” heel. New linens, towel, pillow all on my must do list.  Oops, almost forget – must move before the festival, got the be settled so we can blow up our fireworks and new neighbors.  Haircut, got to get that done because if I don’t then I will have to wait at least 30 days or something bad is going to happen to my Uncle.  If I have enough money, I need to check into hotel to take my hot shower so I am SHINY and FRESH for the New Year.  

Many employers host pre-holiday dinners for their management teams and lower level employees receive some form of money or gift. Money is presented in the “RED ENVELOPE”.  There are rules to red envelope as a gift.  You are only  supposed to present it to staff, children or unmarried relatives/friends.  I don’t get the last one because wedding gifts are presented in the red envelope too.  Who am I to question a culture century's older then my own?

Our official CNY events started at the Jingsley Sheraton.  My friend, Bill and I call her, “our sister” Catherine is the GM of the property and invited us to watch the Lion Dancers perform.  This is a annual tradition to have the dance done throughout your business to bring in good fortune to your company. 

The dancers, in this performance there were two along with two drummers, start in the lobby and do a dance of welcome.  The Lions are always Red and Gold.  These are the two colors of wealth, prosperity and good fortune. 

The dancers are more acrobats then dancers as it takes two performers per Lion.  They do a series of jumps, rolls and bows.  This year the Lions narrowed in on Bill and Catherine and did a little in your face “good luck and Happy New Year.” I am really glad to be on the opposite side of the  room taking pictures. 

The dancers then do a routine where a stick holding a head of cabbage or a green leafy vegetable is dangled from a stick and they have to grab the cabbage with their mouths and eat the cabbage.  Cabbage is more symbolism of wealth and prosperity. Bill was the stick holder as he stretched over the second floor railing to reach the dancers.  Luck held out and he didn’t fall over…so it must work.  Right?

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Muslim Stamp Emails - I take Great Issue.

 

As I currently live in Asia and I admit to being out of sync with some of the current hot topics in the US.  My source of info is from friends, family and the internet.  Occasional CNN but even that is  dribble for the most part. 

One of the emails that I have been receiving is in reference to the Muslim Holiday Stamp and asking for a protest of its existence in our “American” world. 

To use this stamp would be a slap in the face to all those AMERICANS who died at the hands of those whom this stamp honors.

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of Pan Am Flight 103!

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993!

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the Marine Barracks in Lebanon !

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the Military Barracks in Saudi Arabia !

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the American Embassies in Africa !

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the USS COLE!

REMEMBER the MUSLIM attack on 9/11/2001 !

REMEMBER all the AMERICAN lives that were lost in those vicious MUSLIM attacks!

Pass this along to every Patriotic American that you know and get the word out!  Honor the United States of America !

Really.  I love you – those of you that sent me the email and I respect your right to feel what you feel.  I just honestly wish that we as Americans were able to look at what this is saying and realize that it is a GROSS injustice to the Muslim people and to our own country and faith. 

I feel it is very narrow minded to think that a group of radicals, fanatics, freaks condemn one of the largest religious groups on the planet.  Not just the middle east or Mediterranean but the WHOLE PLANET. 

I did some research on this stamp (which by the way, the photo is not the stamp released by the USPS notice Zazzle.com) and it was originally released prior to 9/11.  It is a short term release to honor  Muslim holidays: the end of Ramadan and the end of the pilgrimage to Mecca. Muslims do not celebrate Christmas, this is a Christian Holiday.

I have many Muslim friends and I know that I am very ignorant to many aspects of their faith.  This is what I do know…they are the most generous and loving people.  They are fantastic parents and great coworkers. They don’t have an easy way of things, specially in today’s hostile world. MUSLIM AMERICANs.  You can be both and to say that the only holiday’s allowed to be recognized is Christian holidays is just, well, frankly, UNAMERICAN.

The Muslims do not recognize Christ as the Son of God just as the Catholics don’t recognize The Book of Mormons as religious scripture.  Baptist see the statues and icons of the Catholic/Orthodox as idol worship.  

 Every religion has its KOOKs.  Take a moment to think of the “Witch Trials” of Europe and America.  Take a moment to think of the raiding of Jerusalem and the Holy Land in the name a British King, to save a the religious rites from the heathens.  The Missionaries that settled (raped/enslaved/stole) from Africa, India, Australia, etc.  it's rather a large leap from there to blaming all Muslims and the Islamic faith in general for those atrocities. The present Turkish government has limited the ability of the Orthodox to practice in one of the oldest Antiochian churches on the planet.  Turkey = Constantinople. 

Anyone can take a religion and make it into a weapon.  My choice is to NOT define a group by its fanatics.   All white people are evil because we have the highest ration of serial killers? 

I am a proud American.  I am a Military Brat, I was active duty for several years, I am American.  I proudly tell people I am American as I am traveling around Asia (well, unless I am behaving badly then….I am Canadian). 

Please take a moment and look at what you are sending to people before you forward it. I am proud of what America is and hope for her to continue to evolve but narrow minded, dare I say, uneducated information sent out does nothing to make her stand tall in today’s mass media feed society.

The Lost Art of Courtesy

(Disclaimer:  The following may be offensive to some. If you think you recognize yourself in the following, please be aware that I may have been talking about you.  Everyone one of the following incidents are real and represent real people.)

I am on a rant this morning.  High and holy foul rant.  For the sake of my loved ones I am going to give you the PG 13 version of my mindset. 

What happened to Courtesy?  I mean really with all the gizmo’s and gadgets that are available to the modern public, how freaking difficult is it to take a few seconds out of  your life to call, text, IM, email, snail mail, Facebook, Tweet or whatever the new method of communication that is starting NOW. 

I am so fed up with the lack of courtesy. 

Recently I had sent a text to someone that I was trying to coordinate an event for later in the day.  The text clearly stated, call and let me know what time.  I know that people are busy and well, sometimes the CALL is just too much possibility for time consumption.  A text or alternate form of communication would be perfectly acceptable.  We are not “breaking up'” or there hasn’t been a death or tragedy so a lighter form of communication is perfectly within reason.  The key here is communication in any form.  So I being Party 1 wait for Party 2 to COMMUNICATE.  I got nothing. 

This scenario though frustrating is minor but seems to be a reoccurring one.  This event was insignificant and will or will not take place.  No one will DIE if it doesn’t.  What got my dander up is that I feel like the simple Courtesy of Communication is lost to society.  In the fast pace “go get ‘em” culture that we live in, basic courtesy seem to a bygone art.

The lack of the courtesy call is probably one of my biggest pet peeves.  If you are running late – call.  If you are going out with the boys and not coming home till 3am – call.  If you are bring 5 extra people to dinner instead of one – call.  Be it husband, plumber, property manager, best friend, cable guy, cleaning lady, deliver person, tailor – CALL.  I understand that we all have things that happen that throw us off schedule….but the minute it takes to make the call will not only allow me to alter my schedule - it will also spare you from my hours, if not days, of hostility. 

Which brings me to the Courtesy Flush, if you are over the age of puberty, you know when Mother Nature is going to turn your body into a Southern Born, Flame Rippen, Banjo player……

OUT OF ORDER

 

I am just a bit in a funk at the moment. 

We just spent three great weeks stateside with family and friends for the holidays.  I am back in China and trying to reorient my disorientation of the Orient. 

Lots to share, making an outline of what I want to say.

Back up and running.

Bare with me and my funk.