Archive for January, 2007

For anybody in Shanghai this Friday:

Wednesday, January 31st, 2007

MARIA’S CHOICE
The Shanghai International Film Club
Chinese films with English subtitles
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GETTING HOME (Luo Ye Gui Geng)
Directed by Zhang Yang
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Friday, 2 February 2007, 9:00 pm
Kodak Super Cinema World (details below)
60 RMB
No RSVP necessary - just come and enjoy!
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Director Zhang Yang is traveling from Beijing specifically to
participate in a Q&A session with our audience at the end of the
screening. This is a truly unusual opportunity to share insights with
the creators of the film – don’t miss it!
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A black comedy in the “road movie” genre, Getting Home was inspired by a
news item concerning a poor migrant worker who embarked on a long,
arduous journey to bring the corpse of his co-worker back to his
hometown.

In the movie, middle-aged farmer Lao Zhao heads to Shenzhen to for work.
Along the way, however, his hometown friend Lao Wang dies in an
accident, and Zhao begins the odd journey of carrying his friend’s body
home without revealing that he is transporting a dead body.

(More information about the film in the original post.)

Zhang Yang is also the director of Shower, and the movie features several stars you will probably recognize from TV and other films, such as Zhao Benshan and Song Dandan.

To get there and join the list (which I am not affiliated with):
Kodak Super Cinema World
Metro City, 5th Floor (tell the taxi driver “Mei Luo Cheng”)
1111 Zhao Jia Bang Lu (in Xu Jia Hui, across from the Gateway
Shopping Center)
For additional information, call Connie Gao at 1370-191-5733.
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mariaschoice-subscribe@topica.com

Report on the party and the guests.

Tuesday, January 30th, 2007

My three guests, with cake.

Originally uploaded by MFinChina.

Yesterday Teya, Xie Wei and Curtis came over for cake and ice cream. Actually, Curtis and Teya had dinner with me, which I cooked (spaghetti with sauce from a can!) by myself.

Happy birthday to me!

Sunday, January 28th, 2007

It’s my birthday, everybody!  Woo hoo!

Well!

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

Well! I don’t know what to say! I had a big surprise last week. I’d been going to this therapist to deal with my problems related to my feelings about myself in general, feelings of being confused and afloat, problems with interpersonal communication, relationships and so on. I thought everything was going okay until last week all of a sudden she said that besides one person she stopped seeing after a couple weeks because she didn’t like him, I was her biggest theraputic failure ever! I was astonished! She said she didn’t think she was doing me any good! I thought she was. I enjoyed talking to her, could clear my head about some stuff with her, and I felt that I was making some progess (albeit slow) in some trouble areas. She argued (or maybe I being too contentious using that word) that I was bringing up the same problems again and again without resolving them. I responed that part of the problem was that she kept interrupting me and going into all these convoluted personal stories, so by the time I figured out what she was talking about and that she didn’t understand what I was trying to say, I’d pretty much lost the thread of the original conversation. I remembered thinking at times that she seemed to be talking a lot about her own personal problems and maybe I ought to ask her for some counseling fees. Now that I mention this, she also talked about problems she was having here in China, like not knowing how to use her air conditioner, so I helped her with those. All in all, though, I felt that things were going okay. I thought the frustrations and communication problems were all a matter of course.

I decided to bring this up again today, because I thought it might be helpful. I wanted to understand exactly why she thought she was not helping, and ask if there was any information she thought she needed from me so she could be more helpful. I had thought this would be a good idea, but it turned into a big problem. It turns out she thought we should have made more progress. I said I thought I had made some, although I felt like I didn’t really get a chance to say what it was. (It’s nothing gigantic, just small things like focusing on adding to my strengths rather than worrying about weaknesses, and taking initiatives and speaking to people directly rather than being worried about an unclear situation. Maybe these aren’t colossal breakthroughs, but I think these small things can have a postive rippling effect throughout your life.) I asked her how much progress she expected to make, and asked what exactly it would be. I told her if these problems were easy to deal with, I would have gotten rid of them myself a long time ago without seeing a therapist. Apparently she has other clients who have had some sort of breakthroughs or something. She didn’t elaborate, but asked me what my goal were. I’d already written them down and given them to her, and admittedly they are vague. That’s one of my problems — I can’t imagine the future clearly enough to HAVE goals. I mentioned that I don’t like quick change even if it is postive (this is one of the things we were talking about last time), so it seems unreasonable to expect me to change quickly. Of course I would resist it. I don’t think we’ve seen each other all that long anyway. I think we started some time in Feb. 2006, but then had a two month break when I went away over the summer. I was back for like three weeks when she had a family emergency and went back to Australia. She didn’t come back for six weeks or more. Then we saw each other a couple of times, and then she had all these visitors and didn’t see me for at least two weeks. So I feel like we’ve seen each other in fits and starts, which is not great either for making progress, or for remembering things we’ve talked about. I remember hearing that therapists in the U.S. usually see their clients for like a year straight. She said something like I must be getting something from maintaining my problems because I keep returning to them again and again, and I tried to explain that was because I felt that she was fundamentally missing something I was saying, and I was trying to make myself clear. It seems she wanted me to change my behavior or way of thinking about myself, but she didn’t make clear what she wanted me to change or how. She said she wanted me to get rid of my negative beliefs, and I said I didn’t understand how I should do that, or what I should do instead. She got all frustrated and said we’d gone over this before, which I don’t remember at all. I think sometimes things do go in one ear and out the other with me, but I doubt that’s unusual. It seems like part of her job to deal with that and keep reiterating stuff. She said I was spinning my wheels, and again I said I thought this was probably pretty common. I said if it were easy to stop doing that, I would have done it myself a long time ago. She pointed out communication problems we had, and I said I thought these were pretty common, and that I would hope they were something that would be hammered out over time with conscientious, honest effort. She said they were uncommon and we shouldn’t be having them. She seemed to think I should see another therapist.

Well, I was very astonished by all this because until a couple weeks ago I’d felt that although not everything was perfect, it was basically okay, and over time could get better. But now maybe she’s convinced me that she’s right. I DID feel she didn’t listen well, and I thought it was strange that she wasn’t so interested in talking about my past history with me. It seems like she thought I was overly focused on it, but I was trying to use it as something to give her an understanding of where I am NOW.

One ironic thing about this is that it all reconfirms one of the anxieties I’d been talking to her about — what is reality? What are people really thinking? What is really going on? Here I was, thinking that everything was okay, and BOOM! it turns out that the other person has been dissatisfied for a long time. It makes me confused and uneasy. I wonder if I really know what is going on.

A good point from Kuaimao

Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007

Kuaimao, who I met a couple years ago at the ACSS conference, made a good point about about my previous post “Cheaper condoms shouldn’t be puzzling.”

I understand that people overseas want to adopt Chinese babies, but it sounds like there are less orphans because conditions have gotten better for Chinese women (availability of birth control) and for Chinese people in general (who now have the economic ability to adopt children). This seems like something to celebrate, not bemoan.

I think people sometimes forget that if a child “becomes available” it’s usually because of a tragedy. A woman has a child that she, for whatever reason, loses. Less tragedy is always better, even if it means that some white prospective parents have to wait longer to adopt a baby.

Freakazoidal!

Sunday, January 21st, 2007

I don’t even know what to say about these allegations. It seems like the US government is filled with crazy people these days.

U.S. retracts Canada spy coins claim

Bunt.

Sunday, January 21st, 2007

Bunt.

Originally uploaded by MFinChina.

Where did this translation come from?

(Actually, my Langensheidt dictionary says the character can mean push or jolt. Jolt wouldn’t have been as funny, though.)

Cheaper condoms shouldn’t be puzzling.

Thursday, January 18th, 2007

Here’s a rather annoying article:

US families puzzled by tighter China adoptions

It talks about certain people being “ruled out” for Chinese adoptions, which is not really true. It’s more like certain people will be bumped to the back of the list. There’s been a lot of talk about how supposedly fat people will not be able to adopt — they are one of the groups of people who will be bumped back — but you’d need to have a body mass index of 40 for that. To put things in perspective, at 5′ 5″, I would have to go up to 240 pounds before I’d match that. I guess the logic is, why give someone a baby if the parents have a condition that will significantly shorten their lives? You can’t predict the future, but someone with a body mass of 25 or even 30 will probably be significantly healthier, in terms of risk of heart attack, stroke, etc. that someone who is 40 or over.

The article doesn’t mention that fewer children are becoming available until paragraph eight. It gives the words of someone who appears to be an expert, but then in the following paragraphs those assertions are questioned by regular people who have no way of knowing whether what this person, Wu, is saying is true.

Actually, I had been talking with someone who volunteers at an orphanage, and has another friend who is deeply involved with orphanages in Shanghai. According to her, in the past couple years there has been a big decrease in the number of kids ending up in Shanghai orphanages, as well as others across the country.

One big factor is the increasing availability of cheap birth control. Now people have a wide range of condom choices to choose from, from the expensive Japanese ones like Okamoto, to American brands like Durex, to the French Jizzbon (!) brand, to cheap local brands. The local brands can be iffy, but they are better than nothing. I have even seen articles rating them in women’s magazines.

Another factor is that there has been a surge in adoption by Chinese people, especially in the last year. My friend said that six handicapped children were adopted by local couples in her friend’s orphanage in the past year or so.

So maybe it’s not a big conspiracy or something! Maybe the offical explanation really is true.

My good deed for the day.

Thursday, January 18th, 2007

Today I took another foreign teacher, who will remain nameless, to the hospital.  The experience lasted from about 9:10 to 1:30, which is typical in China and explains why someone who speaks Chinese ought to come along.
At first, I suggested we go to the community health care clinic.  It’s cheap, and her symptoms were pretty simple.  She’d lost her voice for like five days, had been vomiting, and had some diarrhea.  We got in, though, a nurse asked us immediately if she’d had diarrhea, and we were ushered upstairs without even registering.  I thought this was a good thing, but it turns out they wanted to tell us that they were not allowed to examine anyone with that problem at that hospital, that we had to go to a bigger hospital, which would make some sort of report to the government.  Apparently there is a lot of fear of a stomach flu epidemic (I guess there was one in Japan recently), so they have to be careful and make out all these official reports.

They asked us to go to a different hospital and then the problem was that we didn’t know if the school would reimburse their fees or not.  See, we got this list of hospitals that we should go to, and if we went to others, the school wouldn’t pay us back.  This all came about because the guy who I’ve called Crusty Jim went to a western-run hospital for a heart operation without clearing it, and stuck the school with a huge bill.  We called the waiban lady to find out, but first she wasn’t there, and then she said she didn’t know (this wasn’t helpful). 

In the end, I decided we should go to another hospital across town, that I knew was on the list.  The first taxi driver didn’t know where it was (even though it is famous).  When we got there, they tried to tell us we had to go to the expensive special clinic (150 RMB registration fee, un-reimbursable).  I kept asking people until I found someone who decided it was okay to let us go to the regular one.  Asking people until you finally find someone who will give you what you want is a good strategy in China, I’ve found.  Once we registered (28 RMB), we did a lot of running around.  We went to the second floor to see the gastroenterologis, then we made a trek outside and around to another building where my co-worker got a blood test.  Then we were taken to ear, nose and throat, where a masculine woman seemed to diagnose my co-worker with one disease, get confused after looking in a dictionary, and then just give up and prescribe her an antiviral.  As we were leaving, the doctor across the way (they were all wearing those old-fashioned headbands with the round mirrors on them), began to use a set of long tweezers to pull something out of a guy’s ear.  I was glad we were getting out of there.  Eventually, we got to go down back to gastroenterology, where the doctor chatted about her ambition to study at University of Maryland (which was thwarted when the US gov’t wouldn’t give her a visa), and assured us my co-worker didn’t have pneumonia. She wrote prescriptions, we went and paid, got the medicine and went home.

It was four hours of fun!

Actually, it was interesting.  I was glad to help out.

Enigmatic gay shoe spam

Wednesday, January 17th, 2007

I found this in my spamcatcher today:

malady front…

Outsoles are made of enduring compounds and are a in Queer Street needle of left over shoe existence….

Strangely written headlines

Sunday, January 14th, 2007

I was just looking at MSNBC, and there were some oddly, if not to say badly, written headlines.

First: Parents revel in sons’ safe return.
To me, to revel has some connotations of wild debauchery. In fact, my American Heritage dictionary lists “to engage boisterous festivities” as definition number two. In the article, it just said the parents draped their arms around the boys and smiled. That doesn’t sound like reveling to me.

Second: Deep freeze grips midsection.
To me, midsection refers to the part of the human body sometimes called the midriff. Actually, my American Heritage dictionary, which to be honest I think is pretty useless, doesn’t even have this word, so I can’t comment on their definition. This article is about the country’s midwest. Why didn’t they just SAY midwest?

It’s all revolving around children.

Saturday, January 13th, 2007

It seems like all the good news and all the bad news I hear lately revolves around children. First, I have two friends who are waiting for US gov’t approval so they can begin waiting for Chinese government approval to adopt a baby. Then, two friends of mine are having kids soon. One will be a boy, and one will be a girl. One reason my friends’ friend’s murder was so upsetting was that she was a mother, and it all happened in front of her small son. Then, to bring some cheer, Alice had her five puppies. Yesterday, though, I got a text message from one of my friends saying, “Hi. Can I return the movie to you next week? This month I lost my baby. It let us feel so upset!” She had been about one month pregnant.

Alice with the puppies.

Friday, January 12th, 2007

Tired Alice with feeding puppies.

Originally uploaded by MFinChina.

She’s pretty worn out. Here she is, trying to have a snooze while the puppies nurse.

Axman shallot sauce seed cake

Friday, January 12th, 2007

I saw this on a menu last night and just had to order it. It turned out to be snail-shaped fried buns that tasted like dill.

Five!

Thursday, January 11th, 2007

In a news flash, last night at 11:00 p.m., Alice the dog gave birth to five puppies! I saw them today. There are two tan ones, two brownish ones, and one nearly black one. She actually let me pick up and hold them, which was nice. They were each about the size of my hand.

Do not forsake me, oh my dog man.

Wednesday, January 10th, 2007

For some reason the dog man has been really cold and distant lately. I feel like this started from the time I brought him some cookies friends and I had baked. Would he think that was inappropriate, like it means I like him too much? Really, I just had a ton of cookies and didn’t think I could finish them by myself. Anyhow, now it is really hard for me to engage him in conversation. He just doesn’t seem willing to talk. It’s like he doesn’t want me to come around there anymore. I don’t know what his problem is. It does make really really sad, though. He was one of my best friends in China.

Masturbating Hidamari.

Monday, January 8th, 2007

Masturbating Hidamari.

Originally uploaded by MFinChina.

I got this little guy as a gift at Curtis’s office Christmas party. He looks like he’s having too much fun with that flower.

Sad about someone else’s disaster.

Monday, January 8th, 2007

A friend of B and XY’s was murdered the other day. She’s not someone I knew, but I did see her on ROX episode 93, FAT. Her name is Helen Hill, and she cooked some vegan food on the episode while her husband Paul, a doctor, explained why he thought the Atkins diet was dangerous to the health. Anyhow, for some unknown reason, they were shot several times by an intruder. Helen died, while Paul was shot three times but survived. Luckily, their child was unharmed, but unluckily, he witnessed everything.

Anyway, she seemed so nice on TV that I can’t help being really sad about what happened to her. She also seemed familar to me, although I never met her face to face. It all seems so senseless and scary, particularly because Paul did a lot of work to help the poor. He helped people, and this is the thanks he gets? It just seems incredible.

Sometimes I feel like telling people to just give up on the United States and go somewhere else instead. Wouldn’t it be great not to have to worry about violent crime? And what goes on in the mind of someone who would commit a crime like that? Is the person just so degraded that he has not respect for himself, or for other people’s lives? How would that happen, exactly?

It’s interesting that all the non-Americans (Chinese and Germans) I told about this at first assumed it was some sort of weird domestic crime. They just didn’t have the idea that someone would just walk into a stranger’s house and shoot people.

Here’s a link to B talking about it on his blog:

http://b.rox.com/archives/2007/01/05/helen-hill-will-not-be-forgotten/

Hot damn! THE HOST

Sunday, January 7th, 2007

Everybody go see THE HOST (Chinese name, just ę, monster) ASAP! Definitely one of the best movies of 2006!

“I obviously can prove that I am human. I have an identity card.”

Saturday, January 6th, 2007

An interesting tidbitfrom a story abouta dust-up during the taping of a Phoenix TV program.

I have to say I think only a Chinese person would ever say the quote in the title.

Here’s the article, as usual from the interesting EastSouthWestNorth:

http://www.zonaeuropa.com/20070105_1.htm

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