Cut Your Hair

I don't want to mention anything about how long it's been since the last post since I've started off the last 3 or so like that, but it's been awhile. Sorry. I think part of the problem may be that I'm not drawing a paycheck from this venture. Perhaps if there were some monetary incentive... So if my faithful readers wanna take up a collection I'd be willing to listen to offers. I won't even listen to proposals that don't offer full dental so don't waste either of our time unless you're bringing a hefty package to the table. I'm talkin at least three weeks vacation. Oh, and I don't handle my own negotiations. You'll have to contact my business manager.

(I'm frequently told of new readers to my blog that I don't really know, or barely know, and I wonder how my sense of humor plays to these people. Not that it concerns me, I'm just curious. I crack myself up and that's enough really. No one can make me laugh like I can.)

So I just got a haircut. After grocery shopping, I think, this was the second scenario into which I've entered, all by my lonesome, a zero english environment. It was kinda exciting I must say. Not so long ago I placed a great value on my hair, and was very particular about what it looked like. (This no doubt comes as a shock to those of you whe have known me for awhile and remember the string of "unkempt" hairstyles I have sported throughout the years. But you must understand, that was all on purpose. I wanted to look like I hadn't seen a haircut [or hairbrush] in years.) Anyway as I have become old, a "square" as the young 'uns like to say nowadays, I have become considerably less concerned with my hair. Now my main concern is going the longest time possible before its time to go back for another trim. Not so much that I'm willing to shave it of course. I'm not that square. But the point is I am not near as concerned with the quality of haircut I recieve anymore. More so the quantity I guess you could say. So I walk into the place and they take me to the back for a quick shampoo and then sit me down in the chair. The guy (haircutting is a young man's profession in China. You rarely see a female haircutter person) tries to ask me what type of haircut I want. (I assume that's what he was asking me,) and after a moment of thought I was able to retrieve, from a still-under-constuction corner of the linguistic center of my brain, the Mandarin phrase "I don't understand what you're saying." So he just went to work. And he had an audience. Something I should probably mention, in SAT analogy format, foreigners (especially western foreigners) are to China as celebrities are to America. There is lots of staring, some pointing, when you walk by they talk about you. You can't understand them of course, but they are talking about you. If I had one yuan for every time one person in a small group walking in front of me casually glanced back and noticed me, and consequently, after a quick word from said person, every member of said group also turned to get a good look, I would have 13,743.659 yuan. (I'm not sure where that .659 comes from either, I think it has something to do with the exchange rate.) So he was cutting, and intermittently answering questions from his audience, most of which I didn't catch, but I did understand him saying "He doesn't speak Mandarin," and "He's American." That last one was a little offensive, or, it hurt my feelings at least . Not that he was wrong, I am American, but I didn't tell him that. Which means I must have fit the American stereotype. Which is not real flattering. Well, I shouldn't say that. What I understand to be the "American stereotype," which is almost entirely western European (and Middle Eastern, thank you Main Stream Media,) is not flattering. Neither is it necessarily undeserved, but I thought I would be the exception. I guess I really am a square. How depressing. Well anyway he finished and... it's not bad. It's not quite what I would have asked for had I been able to communicate with the right honorable gentleman, but I'm not unhappy at all.

These pictures are from my webcam, which should explain the quality.

P.S.

To those readers who are interested (those of you whom I really care about,) I beg you, I urge you, take a few minutes, listen to Coltane's My Favorite Things available in my musical playlist apparatus on the right side of your computer screen. McCoy Tyner (piano) is out of control. I mean, obviously, but I've been listening as I write and it blows me away. A spiritual experience.

It Might As Well Be Springtime

I feel like it's been awhile since my last post. Well, I've been busy. As it turns out, being a teacher is a lot of work. I may have to rethink some things. My life goals have almost always involved taking it easy, this whole hard work aspect... I dont't know about that.

Well, the weather has turned. I don't know if it's for good or just for a few days. A native Texan, I've been trained to expect no permanance from the weather. Well anyway its been in the upper 60's and yesterday up to the mid 70's. Yet everyone is still wearing jackets or even coats. On my days off I have gone with just a tshirt and I may have been the only one in the city. I went sans sports jacket yesterday but kept the sweater vest partly just to fit in with the layered populace. I should probably darn convention and go for comfort as it will soon be hot and I will yearn for days past when it was only in the 70's.

So I cleaned my kitchen. I tell you because it was reminiscent of the 12 tasks of Herakles (that's Hercules to you Romans). I don't know when this building was built but I think it's safe to say that my kitchen had never been cleaned. Not really cleaned I mean. Now as you're imagining what my kitchen could have possibly looked like keep in mind that I am, and have lived alone as, a young single male, or bachelor to use the parlance of the times. So I'm no stranger to a mess, or pigsty to use the parlance of mothers across America. That's what I did. Really cleaned. I'm talking hands and knees scrubbing the floor like a pre-fairy godmother Cinderella. I'm talking about cleaning even the surfaces that no one will ever see (perhaps the first time I've done that). And it wasn't easy. There were times when I had to run from the room screaming and hide under the covers until my nerve had returned and I was once again brave enough to go back and face the beast. Not that you could bring yourself to it psychologically, but you could, now, eat off of any surface in my kitchen.

Last week I asked a group of students if they would like to go out to dinner some night to which there response was, in effect, "Let's make dinner! At your house!" So I had a dinner party last night. And I must say it was fabulous. I may become a hostess yet.

Lastly, a special section, to a special audience, a picture of my livingroom wall.

Blue Monk

I know I'm overdue for a post, sorry. But the last one was a little early so we're even okay? Or I guess I could just start posting more often. That's probably the right answer, but I don't know that that's gonna happen. I'm too much a perfectionist to just type up a little something and be posting willy nilly all across the interwebs. I need to work my thoughts over a few times before I'm ready to go public. A process, unfortunately, unavailable during speech and undoubtedly the mainspring behind my aimless rambling and inability to transform my thoughts into words (to my satisfaction, that is).

Anyway its been a productive week, or however long it's been. When I first began to think of the content for this blog post I was in a bad way. My classes were not going well and I was quickly nearing the hair-pulling-out stages of exasperation. The class in question was Tourism English and the problem was that it had no direction. My only guidance for this class was the name, I was completely on my own to decide what that meant and where this class should go. Some of the feedback I received on the first few weeks of class?

"Let's not do [activity] anymore, it's a waste of time."

And,

"I get the impression you never have anything prepared for class."

How about,

"Why don't you teach us something practical?"

So I was feeling real confident in my chosen profession. (<-- Sarcasm.) So on my days off I completely retooled and came up with a whole different format. Much more "traditional" and "structured," i.e. Middle School. The first couple classes went better, but I've still got a few to go. And, too, it will take some time for the kids to figure out this is the new style and not just an abberation. But all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, so...

I went into the city this past weekend with some of my fellow expats. Before we get into that though I'd first like to revisit the "blue" theme (that's probably so convoluted it exists only in my head, but nevertheless). Wuhan is a huge city made of three large cities, like the burroughs of NYC, the example I've been using to explain to you Americans. Wuchang (woo-chong) is the Manhattan of Wuhan. It lies on the east side of the Yangtze River (which flows from SW to NE through Wuhan). Hankou (hahn-koe), west of the Yangtze and north of the Hanjiang, a west flowing tributary of the Yangtze, is Brooklyn (or whatever is the second coolest of New York's burroughs, I don't know. I don't know New York). Lastly, Hanyang (hahn-yong) is Staten Island. That's where I live. I live in the suburbs! I did not come all the way to China to live in the suburbs! I lived in the suburbs in Texas! Oh, by the way, Hanyang is on the west bank of the Yangtze south of the Hanjiang. Back to my rant. I am a little upset about this. In fact I think it's my only real complaint. I mean classes are difficult, but that will get better. Suburbs will not become city unless I stay for a long time. A really long time. But anyway I went into Hankou this past Friday and it was pretty awesome. We walked down Walking Street, a shopping/entertainment district modeled after the much more famous Walking Street in Shanghai. And then we went to the park along the riverbank and sent a lantern into the sky.

Basically a paper balloon with a flammable cube of some waxy substance in the bottom and the whole thing works like a hot air balloon. I gather there's some romantic connotation to the whole process, but its also popular among young children and tourists. That's fellow teachers Dennis and Daniel with the lantern. So anyway I had a great time in downtown Hankou. I will be going back frequently. Or as frequently as I can muster. Wuchang is even better but I've only been there once and that was early on in my being in China so I didn't even fully appreciate it. Here are a couple more pictures from the riverside park. This is looking across the Yangtze at Wuchang. The pictures will improve as I better learn the intricacies of my camera. I didn't want to use the flash because I was trying to get the lights and their reflection in the river, but they came out a little dark.

Summertime

It's a Wuhan winter wonderland!

This is a thing (sculpture?) on campus I've been meaning to take a picture of anyway.

Hanging the laundry out to dry. In the snow.

This is common in the rain too. I don't know how they ever get dry. I've been drying mine in the bathroom. You don't get that "summer breeze" natural scent, or "winter drizzle" as it were, but somehow I'm managing.