My Life As Disney Princess
Remember the glitter roses? They’ve been in water here for a few days, and they’re a bit overblown now. As the flowers open, they pour what seems like tablespoons of silver fairy dust onto my desk next to me.
It’s how I imagine my life would be if I’d followed my original career path, and become a magical Disney princess.
Have Your Say Podcast
I’m having trouble linking directly to my episode, but here are the podcasts for World Have Your Say program. Look for the February 14th one!
Edit: Here is it!
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On My Soapbox, With Cliches About China
If we are to see the Olympics as (good heavens, it hurts to type this) China’s big coming-out party, then China cannot hide behind the “developing country” defense much longer. When the international community pressures China on the environment or human rights, China needs to play by the rules for the big kids.
I wrote this post for Beijing Olympics FAN! yesterday about Spielburg withdrawing his support from the Olympics, and I got the chance join in the discussion on BBC’s World Have Your Say program last night (podcast link in a bit). I do think China should use it’s famed soft power with Sudan, which is exactly Spielburg’s point, BUT I think Spielburg’s protest isn’t the right way to do it, and can easily cause more harm than good.
I worry that average Chinese people will see Spielburg’s protest either as an insult to Chinese decision-making or an anti-Chinese Westerner, not a stand for human rights. When World Have Your Say discussed this on their site, someone wrote in that criticisms of China are only made by Westerners afraid of China’s rise to power.
It’s a bit of a cliche (although not quite as bad as calling the Olympics China’s coming-out party) to say that the Chinese are face-conscious, but I really feel that any political statement that embarrasses or insults China won’t have a good result. In the US, we love to criticise our government, we love to talk about what those idiots in Washington should do.
But criticism of Chinese decisions — especially criticism from an outsider — is much more likely to cause hurt, anger and offense. A foreign protest/boycott won’t cause China to suddenly change it’s policies, and I’m actually afraid that it will have the opposite effect, and create more tension in relations between China and the US.
Another cliche about China is that everything you want involves bargaining. To effect change, Western activists and politicians need to keep haggling with China, not just walk away.
Edit: Other (more eloquent) China bloggers on the same theme:
OneManBandWidth sounds off on the Olympics boycott
Imagethief on dissent in China and the US
Mad Dogs And Englishmen
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Sparkly Like a Holiday
Stick went out to get that typical American gift, a dozen red roses, but in China nothing is mundane. The roses came with glitter, tinsel, rose-printed cellophane, magenta tissue paper, and purple curling ribbon. Did you ever see that part of Love Actually, when Mr. Bean wraps up the Christmas necklace? Like that but with more glitter. Way more more glitter. Stick said he adamantly refused — via charades — a plastic skewer decorations, but he was too late to stop the florist from chopping off the lovely long stems.
12 roses in a tiny apartment is a lot. It’s gorgeous… roses in the vase with the bamboo, roses in an empty wine bottle next to my computer*, roses on the coffeetable, roses by the window.
When I was a kid, my mom would never let us buy or use glitter. As I look around my rose and glitter filled apartment, the reasons behind this rule have now become quite clear.
*Just to clarify, I put the bottle there to hold the flowers, I didn’t have an empty bottle from a late-night blog-reading and binge drinking session.
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No, Alanis, It’s Unfortunate.
I had to run some errands the other day, and I stopped into UBC Coffee afterwards for a cup of almost-coffee. Eating alone in restaurants is a weird guilty pleasure of mine. I really like it, but I also think it’s kind of antisocial, and it makes me worry that I’m crossing the line from slightly quirky into actively eccentric and from there? It’s just a slippery slope down to crazy old lady.
Anyway, I read my book with a cup of semi-coffee and some kind of fruit-filled almost-pastry. UBC is chain of close-to-Western food, and although I’ve adjusted to Chinese food better this year, I just can’t curl up with a novel and a bowl of dan chou fan. Plus they have really comfy couches, which makes up for what they lack in American ambiance and culinary pursuits. Sometimes a girl needs a little of home comforts, even if that’s a cup of almost-coffee.
I left the coffeeshop after I felt suitably recharged, and ready to face the laowai-shouting world again, and I starting walking towards the subway stop.
Not even one block down, I saw a real live Starbucks.
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Discworld Fans
This is not where I would have filed Terry Pratchett, but then what do I know?
Edit 2/16: Mental Floss trackback today!
Snacking With Trimalchio
When I lived in Yantai, I believed I had been offered every bit of sealife imaginable. Like most theories I had about China, this turned out to be inaccurate.
I think the seahorses might have been a novelty item even for locals, but we saw three or four people chowing down on starfish kabobs.
It was almost a relief to see the usual squid bits and skewered organs.
I got these pictures at Wangfujing snack street tonight. Sadly, my admirer wasn’t there, or at least he didn’t call out his undying love to me. Maybe he ran away with Penglisha.
Stick and I had some fried dumplings, fried noodles that tasted like mall foodcourt lo mein (and I mean that in the most flattering way possible), Stick also got a pork bun, and we were looking for some fruit skewers to finish up our meal. Stick asked a vendor for a strawberry kebab.
“35,” he told us.
“What?!?” Stick asked.
“35,” the vendor said, pointing at a price list in Chinese. “See, it’s 35,”
Something didn’t look right on the sign… I knew those characters, but they didn’t mean strawberry… “No! That says one large bowl of fried noodles for 35!” I cried. I was half filled with pride that I’d read a whole line of text on an actual sign, and half furious that he was trying to rip us off.
“Ok, ok, 30.” he said. Annoyed, we turned to the next vendor, who offered us 2 fruit skewers for 20. Free market in action.
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Baiyunguan Temple Fair
Today Stick and I visited the temple fair at Baiyunguan, the White Cloud Temple. It’s right by the Muxidi subway stop and the Capital Museum. If you’re planning a visit, the White Cloud Temple is NOT on White Cloud Street, Bai Yun Lu, as one might foolishly believe, but on Bing He Lu.
When we arrived, the temple was full of uniformed security guards, laughing, teasing each other and giving each other piggy-back rides. I’m not saying this to mock them, but trying to describe the amazing holiday atmosphere.
I saw more public affection today that I have in the last 5 months in China.
The temple was full of families walking around, laughing, talking, eating, offering incense and playing games. Oddly enough, they weren’t lighting the incense and putting them in the burners, but laying it in front of the buddhas instead. I don’t know if there’s something special about New Years’ celebrations or if it’s a precaution to keep huge swarms of people from waving fire around.
I’ve heard that the White Cloud Temple is supposed to be the inspiration for the cloud designs on the Olympic torch. We found this mural that definately seemed like it!
(I’ve got another picture of this wall up on BeijingOlympicsFan as well.)
There was also a game in the temple that seemed to involve throwing coins and hitting a bell to make the bell ring. I think that’s what was going on. As proud as I am of my survival language skills, it’s just that: Survival level. I don’t have the ability to strike up a conversation or to ask people about what they’re doing.
When the temple closed, we caught a bus across town. We were planning on going up to Dongzhimen for dinner, but the bus took us past Houhai. We saw ice skaters on the lake, and decided to eat at one of the many cute restaurants overlooking the lake… we’ve been meaning to do this since there were swimmers in the lake.
Unfortunately, when we hopped off the bus in the spirit of exploration and adventure, we neglected to take into account just how cold it needs to be for ice-skating.
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Coming up next: Starfish are apparently edible, and China is actually Discworld. Unrelated photos to prove both statements.
