Posted From Departure Gate

Previously on ‘Simpson’s Paradox’:
Passing my HSK, Taiwan runs on Dunkin’s, teaching more, and .

Now the post:

Tomorrow, I’m heading to Taipei for a month to teach a class.

When I originally found this position, it seemed like everything was in a good place to take a short posting abroad. I’ve been subbing and teaching short-term classes for about a year, so it seemed like I’d just not accept any Boston teaching assignments for the time I’m traveling, and then go back to taking assignments when I came back.

But of course, after almost a year of subbing and short-term work, while actively looking for a permanent position, I was just offered my own, ongoing classes at a language school downtown.  It’s a school where I’ve enjoyed covering classes, and the other teachers are gamers, ex-expats, or both, so I was excited to accept, but I had to begin my new job with a request for a month’s vacation.

I booked my ticket a couple months ago, which is completely out of character for me. If you have the personality to accept that you’re leaving sometime next week and you’re willing to be rerouted through both Reykjavik and Cape Town to get there, there are some good last-minute travel deals. This is my usual approach to traveling.

My husband has the opposite personality, and if he’s not sitting at the gate about an hour before takeoff, he is terribly anxious. Only the literal gate will do. Not the airport bar or the airport Starbucks or another gate where the comfy seats with the outlets are free. The actual gate.

So, now that I’m married and I do responsible adult things, even if I mostly do them to avoid hearing Harold elaborate his minute-by-minute action plans for several dozen potential problem scenarios and to avoid seeing Harold do that thing he does with his eyebrows when he’s stressed. I bought my air ticket a couple months ago. And I bought a round-trip, instead of figuring it out over there, because have you seen that thing Harold does with his forehead? It gives off secondhand anxiety. That was the same day I ordered a pair of black flats for work, and GUESS WHICH TRANSACTION WAS FLAGGED AS POTENTIALLY FRAUDULENT??? Apparently my customer profile is much more likely to take off to Taipei for a month than to buy work clothes. Thanks, Big Data, you truly understand me.

The thing about buying tickets way way in advance is that, yes, I did avoid hearing Harold’s anxious action plan for what if every ticket on every airline for every flight is sold out, but in the time between when I bought my ticket and now, I forgot what time I’m leaving. I knew it was Wednesday, and I know where Logan airport is, so it’s fine.

In 2015, I flew to Yangzhou on the cheapest possible flights, which involved Raleigh to JFK, then sitting in JFK for hours before getting on a midnight flight. That was kind of the best for jetlag. The night wasn’t too bad, and we landed in Guangzhou on a morning that actually felt like morning to me, even if that morning started with my bag disappearing and ended with an unplanned stopover in Guangzhou…  So for jetlag reasons, I’m actually flying out at 1AM on Wednesday morning, which is pretty much Tuesday night. Which means I’m leaving a day earlier than I was expecting.  No one tell Harold that part, or he’s going to do that anxious thing with his face and start making action plans.

Posted from my departure gate, two hours before takeoff.

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80 Days

Let’s talk about how freaking great 80 Days is. In this iOs game, you play as acrobat-turned-valet Passpartout in a steampunked version of Jules Verne’s Around The World In 80 Days. (I read this novel when I was in middle school, and it stuck with me, both in terms of inspiring my wanderlust and in questioning why there aren’t any women travelers in great adventure stories.) The game 80 Days  is close to interactive fiction, allowing players to make many choices in text, but there’s still a lot of visual elements and great art. As Passpartout, you’ll need to keep your fastidious master happy, while choosing the fastest path around the globe, and trying not to run out of money or get kidnapped by opium dealers.

The game includes some resource management, as Passpartout’s valet duties include packing for the trip, and balancing which items to pack, what to buy, and what to sell for traveling cash (or pure profit) along the way. But extra suitcases will cost extra baggage fees, and running out of money means sacrificing days while your letters of credit are checked and your funds are withdrawn from your London bank.

Encounters with different characters will open different paths for Passpartout and Fogg, both literally opening up new routes and transit types, and more figuratively opening up new story options.  Story options can lead to danger and travel delays, or to romance and valuable items. With so many branching paths, it can be a little frustrating to be unable to follow every lead. I encountered a detective investigating Fogg (naturally, my Passpartout refused to speak against my master, but I wanted to follow the storyline!), a strange shipboard murder mystery, an intriguing opium den, and more, but the need to get around the globe plus the sheer number of possible encounters kept my from pursuing everything I wanted.

80 Days does a great job using time as an additional mechanic.  Passpartout and Fogg are in a hurry, so obviously there’s no time to delay, but time is applied as countdown while in a city, helping create a mood, as well as a resource to be bartered for other resources. Four hours for a visit the market. 3 days for a wire transfer of £300.

I quickly lose interest in minigames, button-mashers, and appointment-style games, but I just don’t have the time to devote to a really long play sessions. 80 Days requires almost no explanation, since your goal is clearly to make it around the world in 80 days, and the UI is so clean and simple that you won’t need to spend a lot of time finding options in menus.  It’s easy to pick up and play, and also works for longer play sessions.

After successfully circumnavigating the globe a few times, and getting my time down to 68 days,  my next trip will probably just be a meandering route of all my favorite cities.

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Bad At Normal Things

I screwed up a deadline for grad school, actually I screwed up a few deadlines. First, if you live on the East Coast, your course calendar of midnight deadlines on Midwest time may appear as due the next day. And then you’ll hand in every thing a day late for, like, weeks before realizing you’re not doing B work, you’re getting dinged for late submission every time.

At the beginning of last session, I didn’t allow enough time to pick my classes and I wasn’t completely delighted with the courses I ended up with, so I set a calendar alert for next session’s registration. This way, I’d have plenty of time to browse reading lists, see what my teachers have published and scroll RateMyProfessor, and still have time to enroll before classes are full.  I don’t know if the school schedule changed, if I confused pre-reg and add/drop, or if I just entered the wrong date, but when my GCal alert popped up, it was not the day before pre-reg opened, but just a couple of hours before pre-reg closed. So that wasn’t awesome.

As an undergrad, I registered for basically every class at the last possible minute, and that turned out ok. And this will turn out just fine too, since the options in my program are all pretty good, but I was really trying to do better than fine. It is so much worse to screw up after actually trying to be organized.

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The Original Ginny Moon

You guys, are you reading this? Get this book right now.

It’s been a while since I read something that I could not put down. This is a one-sitting book because I had absolutely no idea how it was going to unfold. The Original Ginny Moon is the story of an autistic teenage girl reacting to the world around her, but please don’t mistake that for girl version of Mark Haddon’s The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-Time. She’s been taken from her mother, and is now on her third “forever family” because of little misunderstandings like the time she accidentally murdered a cat. Between her extremely literal view of the world and the wild things she’s experienced as normal, Ginny isn’t always able to relate to the world around her, but as the book goes on, her actions have internal consistency.

Yeah, the writing quality is solid and the plot works, but the real highlight in this novel is the characters. Not just the character of Ginny Moon, which is unique and bizarre and believable all at ones, but the amazing development of the secondary characters. The Original Ginny Moon almost made me miss my stop on the train.

(This is not a paid or even a requested post, although I did read this as an ARC.)


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She Wears Black Every Day

topic-sentencesMrs Meg is so fun — the best teacher in the world. She wears nail polish. She has glasses just like me. She wears black every day. She is very smart. She is the best teacher.

One of my eight-year-olds wrote this, and it literally brought tears to my eyes. I can’t begin to tell you how much I needed some good news and a reminder that my time spent teaching is meaningful to someone.  Anyway, I’m going to frame this and save it forever.

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When I was studying, I came across a new character — Oh, wait, did you think I was going to stop complaining about Mandarin after taking HSK1? No! I passed, so now I’m prepping for HSK2.

Let me start over. I wish Chinese characters on clothes or skin or art weren’t such a Clueless White Person thing to do, because I came across one, and I love this character so much. It means begin but I almost never hear it in context, people usually say 开 for start class and 上 for start work.

始 is written by forming the character 女 woman next to the character 台 for place. It looks a bit like a house, doesn’t it? One of the first things I could read was the name of my first city, 烟台,and whenever I see it on departures boards, it always looks like a little guy coming home to his little house. Anyway, I try to remember characters based on concepts (Ben Franklin’s kite 电 means electricity) or other characters (操 is sad, with the radical used for push/pull actions next to 品 things, an obvious mnemonic for anyone who’s tried to work through a depressive cycle). I have dozens of these.

For 始,though, I just love that a woman plus a new place is a beginning.

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Actually, It’s About Ethics In Dystopian Journalism

I don’t want to talk about the election, but I will tell you that one of the best parts of being married is that when you have to lie on the bed asking if humans are bad and the world is ending, you have a friend with you.

So a couple of years ago, there was an NPR story from Mike Daisey about the plight of Chinese workers assembling Apple products. Later it came out that the story was seriously exaggerated. I mean, Apple workers in China were definitely being exploited. But not, you know, in the ways he described, and his sources were not real, and general inaccuracies caused NPR to retract the story. It was really frustrating because after the lead story about worker exploitation was retracted, it seemed like FoxCon and Apple got a free pass, and they were absolutely running tech factories without concern for worker safety. Probably still are, actually, but it’s not covered as much since it’s hard to cover a story that was proven inaccurate and retracted.

Anyway, right now there’s a story about the KKK celebrating Trump’s victory in Mebane, NC, making the rounds. It is scary and completely believable, but isn’t accurate. (Worth nothing that it seems to be more of a misunderstanding and series of assumptions rather than a hoax or a scam.) It’s believable because the KKK is legitimately congratulating the Orange Lord, since he’s, you know, the candidate openly supported by the Klan. This is a real thing that happened in real life.

And the president-elect has already named a white supremacist as a his chief strategist (a white supremacist from Breitbart, the source of so much gender-based harassment and shoddy journalism in GamerGate). This is also a real thing that happened in real life.

In this climate, I’m frustrated by the spread of a false story about the KKK because this will make it so much harder for actual stories of racism to be heard. Accurate accounts will be subjected to skepticism and disbelief. After inaccurate stories spread, whether they’re meant to be funny hoaxes or designed as scams or just a normal result of human error, true accounts won’t be believed.  It’s already hard to tell real events from background worldbuilding in a dystopian novel.

Make no mistake, my friends, I’m not defending North Carolina or the attitudes that make this seem like a believable story to read and share. I invite you to share this true story about Cary, NC inviting Rachel Dolezal to speak at the town’s next MLK event as your touchstone for the state of racial relations in North Carolina. And make no mistake, it’s important to keep telling the truth and sharing the truth about the rising violence, racial and sexual harassment, discriminatory graffiti, and other daily events in the Orange Lord’s domain. Please, my friends, continue to write these accounts and then continue to fact-check and then share these accounts.

If there is one thing I’ve learned this year, it’s the terrible damage of uncritically sharing and believing lies.


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I don’t know exactly how the CVS suggestion algorithm works, but every time I get an advert asking if it’s time to replenish my Clearasil or hair dye, I feel like Big Data has found my appearance unsatisfactory.

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New Captain Action Card Game

Our Captain Action Card Game is out!

This new card game celebrates the 50th anniversary of the first superhero action figure, Captain Action. The game features all the characters from the Captain Action mythos: Action Boy and his pet black panther, Khem, Lady Action and the diabolical Dr. Evil.

The game features classic art from legendary comics artists such as Murphy Anderson and Carmine Infantino, and fan-favorite comics artists, including Jerry Ordway, Paul Gulacy and Kerry Callen.

The game offers 3-in-1 gameplay, just like the classic Captain Action card game.

You can get it from TGC here: Captain Action Card Game


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Nasty Women

nasty-womanThe Nasty Women rallying cry has been a bright spot in a pretty depressing election cycle. After the Republican nominee, an accused rapist and admitted sexual assaulter, insulted pretty much everyone from Muslims to Mexicans, women, China, New Jersey, a disabled reporter, journalists in general, accused Hillary Clinton of being a nasty woman.

Not being “nice” is a big deal to those of us socialized female. We were taught from an early age to be considerate of others’ feelings, to be nice in the face of meanness. As adults, we know that not being nice enough has very real consequences. There are frequent stories of women who weren’t gentle, nice and considerate enough in rejecting men who were interested in them, and got attacked, assaulted, or killed. Being perceived as too brusque or too bossy can hurt a woman’s career, even when those brusque and bossy actions are doing her job or doing exactly what a man in that position would do. Women are constantly expected to be nice.

So I’m delighted by the number of women agreeing that we don’t have to return endless insults with niceness. I was reluctantly With Her, but I am honestly pleased to be among other nasty women.

(Amazing photo from ThreeStitchFifteen’s Etsy shop.)


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