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“The South shall rise again”? Yeah, right. My money’s on China.
Simpson’s Paradox won the Blog Of The Day Awards, Friday, July 25th. 2008!
Stick and I took our niece Isabel to the pool today. We played a pick-up game of Marco Polo, with some neighborhood kids, and watched a hundred thousand times as Isabel’s cried “Watch this! Look at me!”
It was fantastic, a day of brilliant blue skies with puffy white Disney clouds, and trees in all directions. Not the straight rows of matching new saplings, but older trees, with different leaves and different shapes, and some Southern summer flowers. I sat in the sun, half-listening to conversations around me, and my eavesdropping gets me neighborhood gossip, not the “Three… not have… tomorrow” my Mandarin skills glean.
I feel strange, though, like I am impersonating an American. I’m constantly off-balance, lost without the ring roads and the nei / wai style of Beijing navigation, having strange mornings without the shouts of recycling pick-up and my daily ChinesePod.
Char: You’ve got Gram Lucy’s longevity genes, Stick. You’re going to be the little old man in the nursing home… all hunched over and playing on your X-X-X-Box.
Stick: Uh, I don’t think that’s for playing games.
I’ve got a new post up at CNReviews about the visa situation and my sadness at leaving China.
Edit 7/24: Other bloggers talking about my post.
Democracy 2 has a bit of a slow start, because with so many options and so many possibilities it’s hard to get a handle on what everything does. It’s a government strategy game, which isn’t a new genre, but Democracy has almost endless options.
My country, Malaganga, started with some problems, and my goal was to eliminate disease and street crime, without alienating any voters. In Civ4, my usual strategy game, your citizens will tell you that religion makes them happy, and if you’re really successful, they’ll throw a celebration in your honor. (I particularly like “We love the despot!” day.) In Democracy2, your constituents are divided into smaller interest groups, like Liberals, Socialists, Wealthy, Drivers or Smokers, and your actions affect each group differently. A tax on emissions pleases Environmentalists but annoys others, free school buses please Parents, but the Tobacco tax to pay for the buses doesn’t go over so well. In addition to passing laws, random events come up, and you’ve got decide who to appoint for foreign relations, or whether to allow genetically modified produce. I really liked the random events. Sometimes a pop star would endorse me, and once a vigilante superhero appeared (I guess I had some street crime problems).
The Democracy Game is quite realistic, but I found some parts of the realism frustrating… sometimes I was able to find and implement a policy to correct whatever situation had gone red in Malaganga, but it would take several turns to have any effect.
I turned out to be excellent at keeping socialists, environmentalists, drinkers and parents happy. Overall, I loved trying to balance what different groups needed, and the game can be played as a benevolent, caring father of the people, watching your homelessness problem disappear and your hospitals improve, — or you can be an evil dictator.
Isabel: …and that’s the baby’s paccy.
Meg: A paccy? You mean this? A pacifier?
Isabel: Yes. Pacifier must be what people call them in China.
When I first visited Raleigh, for Stick’s brother’s wedding, I found slow southern chattiness surprising, but I’m really enjoying it right now. I’m so proud of my Chinese skills but really I’ve just mastered the simplest essentials, I can’t really hold a conversation with anyone with Beijing. Fortunately, everyone in Raleigh wants to chat.
We spend my first day back in the US going to Waffle House, where we got a tasty Southern breakfast, and talked for a while with the waitress. I know Waffle House isn’t exactly a representative sample, but after a year of being a chubby foreigner, it’s strange to be the skinny girl.
New D&D rulebooks came out while we were in China, so of course we had to get those. We went to a new games store called The Game Connection near Stick’s parents’ house. It was definitely a family games store, the shoppers we saw were moms looking for birthday gifts, not goth boys buying Whitewolf. A lot of card games and miniatures, and the owner really seemed to enjoy explaining different games to the moms.
A good first day back.
Edit: I noticed it’s actually called The Game Connection, and not The Games Connection as I previously said.
I’m still in Beijing, but I’m getting into an East Coast sleep pattern already. It comes from lying in bed wondering exactly what I’m going to do with myself next, and then waking up to an anxious countdown of time left in China. Four days, three days, two days.
I’m leaving for the US tomorrow. I finished my semester at the high school and I’ve decided not to renew my contract. A visa to stay through August, and the Olympics, would require a one-year’s contract, and I can’t bring myself to sign up for another year without Stick. Maybe this will all blow over, and he could come back in September. Maybe not. And I’m not entirely sure I want to stay dependent on short-term visas that may not be renewed.
(My school has invited me back in September, if I change my mind, overall they seemed quite relieved not to be expected to get me the promised renewal. I wonder why?)
Stick has been home for a while now, and when we talk in those odd morning-evening phonecalls, he talks about the Raleigh job market. I don’t know if that’s the next step for us. Eventually I want to settle down near family, but I don’t know if eventually is now. There are some great things back home, I’m really looking forward to reading Cosmo, eating rye bread and catching up with friends. And there are lots of jobs in exotic new places! It shouldn’t be hard to land another ESL job with a few years of experience, and I do want to keep traveling. And there’s part of me that really wants to come back to China — that would be the part of me that isn’t giving up on my Mandarin attempts!
In a few months, I’m going to be posting about how everything worked out for the best. I know part three is going to be awesome too, but right now it really sucks.
China without Stick is strangely familiar. The children hanging on the hutong’s gate, waiting to see the foreign woman, remind me of the Yantai children, watching on the steps of my apartment and shouting to their friend when they saw me coming. I don’t know if word has gotten out that Stick and the protective testosterone are gone, or if it’s just taken a few weeks for the kids to get up their nerve to see the foreigners, but when I looked up from my book this morning, I saw a collection of children outside the gate, peering in the windows. They ran off as I went to the door, a sure sign that they wanted to see the foreign girl!
I’ve missed the casual chatting with single strangers. Fellow travelers strike up a conversation with a single foreign face, but wouldn’t intrude on a couple. I guess it’s easier to ask me directions when I’m on my own — and I impress myself with my ability to navigate! (Greg from Minnesota, I hope my directions get you to the Forbidden City ok!)
Some of it, through, I never missed. I wasn’t missing the loneliness when something funny happens, and no one shares it with me, or the depressing realization that my amusing and awful moments will only be shared in a secondhand way, some of the hilarity and horror rubbed away with the delay in telling. It never fails to shock me, when I discover something else about my wild adopted homeland, that my eyes have been opened to something new and strangely Chinese, while everyone I love is sleeping now. As I sleep through the weddings and birthdays and every days of my family back home.