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Short but awesome post on Assumed Knowledge from Teaching Game Design about being a game designer:

If you tell people you’re a game designer, one of the two typical reactions is “hey, I have this great idea for a game…” (the other reaction is “what’s a game designer?”). Basically, it doesn’t matter if you’re a Junior Designer on your first gig or if you’ve got twenty years experience; everyone you meet thinks they’re a better designer than you.

The My Favorite Spelling Errors from Adventures In Teaching

1. “Defiantly” for “Definitely”: This one is an artifact of spell-check. I do find “definitely” sort of hard to spell, so I have some sympathy for getting the red wavy line on it. But if your best guess has the letter A in it, then the computer’s first suggestion is going to be “defiantly.” If you remember your hooked on phonics and sound it out, you’ll realize you want choice two–but most people don’t bother, which leads to sentences like, “I defiantly recommend this book/movie/thingy to anyone,” or “I defiantly didn’t want to be working for minumum wage the rest of my life.” It amuses me to imagine someone defiantly making these declarations.

Jerry Spring Vs. Harper Lee on Rockstar Mommy

So, I’m at Target [Ed. Note: In New Jersey!] and the cashier is ringing me up and I look up at his name tag to see that it reads: Radley with a B handwritten in front of it in black Sharpie. And I’m all, “Wow! Boo? Is your name really Boo? Please tell me that your name is Boo because that might just be the single coolest thing I ever heard.”

He looked up at me in amazement, like I was magic, like I was here to give him all the answers to all the questions he would ever have in this world.

….

“It’s my nickname… How’d… How’d you know that?” he asked.

“Well, ummm, I, you know, read.”

“Read?”

“You know, read. Books. Boo Radley? To Kill A Mockingbird? Boo. Radley.”

“There’s a guy in a book named Boo Radley?”

I asked him “No one’s ever told you that?” instead of the real question I wanted to be asking him which was, “Please tell me you’re not allowed to register to vote…?”

And I swear to you, on every guitar I’ve ever owned, he responded by saying, “No, I just thought it was a nickname my baby’s mama gave to me.”

I’m really beginning to love New Jersey.

The Weifang Radish talks about American Midwest and Chinese Hinting-Hua

American Midwest:
“I guess the newspaper will be here by now.”
Translation: “Go get the newspaper.”

Chinese:
“I wonder what’s in the news today.”
Translation: “Go get the newspaper.”

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Google China

Just something we passed the other night in Haidian… it’s bizarre to see a physical Google entity.
Edit 1/17/10: After mysterious hackers attempted to break into the GMail accounts of Chinese activists, Google seems to be sick of the Great Firewall and general doubletalk.  Google.cn is disappearing, and local Google-lovers have left flowers and candles, as if it were a funeral for a beloved friend, at the Google building in China. Just another disconnect between Chinese law and average people, but I’m sad to see it.
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Not-So-Live At The BBC

Here’s the podcast of the World: Have Your Say show from Wednesday. If you’re not in China, I’ve heard you can hear the show online, as well.

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Ganges In Haidian

Wednesday night, we went to Ganges, a small Indian restaurant in Haidian. ( ??????160? or go to the south entrance of Qing Hua University) They were full when we arrived but managed to seat us pretty quickly. While we were waiting, I got my second glass of Coke. I don’t like Coke, but it’s hardly the worst American stereotype I’ve encountered.

The menus were trilingual, and one of the staff spoke English. He was really helpful with us, especially with Christina. She remembered that she liked a curry. It was orange. Maybe it had chicken in it? He went through the extensive menu with her until she found what she wanted. (I’m not kidding)

The Chinese-speaking waitstaff were also very helpful, and accustomed to hearing second-language Chinese from customers. One of the best things about being in the city — well, besides the access to better food — is that more people have heard second-language Chinese before meeting me. They’re more likely to say “What did you say?” instead of “Yes,” which really makes all the difference.

The food was great. I actually had a culinary plan B, in case the menus were in Hindi and Chinese or in case Chinese Indian food wasn’t, uh, what we expected, but we didn’t need it. We ordered way too much delicious food, which tasted exactly like Northampton or Montclair Indian fare. Amazing. It’s not only the British who get homesick for curry.

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This Picture Is Not Photoshopped


This week most of my English classes were rescheduled and moved to the McDonalds as a cultural field trip. Instead of doing regular lessons, I was to teach them hamburger, fries, chicken, ice cream and Coke. Yes, Coke and not soda.

I had my students color hand turkeys a few weeks, and I still have not heard the end of it. Hand turkeys aren’t in the textbook! That was twenty minutes wasted! The six-year-olds are going to fall behind! Doom and destruction will surely follow! But replacing almost a whole week of my scheduled classes with trips to McDonalds is introducing them to valuable American culture.

The trip itself was great fun. The kids were really excited to be out of school and eating McDonalds and getting balloons. I love my students and it was fun to do something outside school with them. We played some vocab games, much to the amusement of the other patrons and their cellphone cameras. If you’d like to see more pictures (translation: If you are my mother), check out my Facebook album.

I printed out some flashcards, stealing the graphics off the McDonalds site, which backfired on me. To my students, anything with the golden arches on it is called “MCDONALDS!!!” Fries in a McDonalds wrapper? MCDONALDS!!! Coke in a McDonalds cup? MCDONALDS!!!

I went on this trip three times this week. The first and third days went well, but the second day was a logistics nightmare. On Tuesday, the McD’s staff brought out huge trays of fries, drinks, cheeseburgers and chicken sandwiches, and we handed them out to the kids. On Wednesday, though, individual trays were made for each student, and some of them were missing some items. (Yes, I know there were only 4 items per tray, but some of them were incomplete.)

The teachers then asked the class to raise their hand if they were missing a coke, and then counted that, say, seven kids were drinkless and went to tell the staff. Of course, if three teachers all do that, 19 cokes arrive. (You thought I was going to say 21, didn’t you?) Then they found that 8 kids needed burgers and 12 needed chicken, and after a while, 12 burgers and 8 chicken sandwiches arrived.

It was hilarious. This confusion was when I was given my first American-tribute Coke of the day. (Had I known that there would be a second one in the near future, I would have made less attempt to finish this one)
As we headed home, the guy who organizes the field trips told me the next trip will be to Pizza Hut to teach the kids how to eat pizza with a knife and fork.
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Live At The BBC

I wrote about Christine Ohuruogu for the Beijing Olympics Fan! blog yesterday, and tonight I got an email from the BBC asking if I’d like to talk about it for World Have Your Say. Would I? Of course! BBC radio is, naturally, on London time which meant staying up until 3AM in Beijing, but I can totally stay up late to be on the same airwaves as Douglas Adams and the original Hitchhiker’s Guide!

Just a little hypothetical situation here. In case you live abroad, and all your coworkers speak second-language English, you might get pretty used to speaking very slowly and using the simplest words possible. You may even drop an “I very like” into conversation, or skip an article now and again.

It’s not a problem, until you speak to someone who actually speaks English well. In fact, you might say that radio people speak English for a living. This may make you feel extremely stupid. Not that any of that happened to me, of course.

Podcast to follow.

PS I meant to blog about how I went to two separate restaurants on opposite sides of town and was given two different glasses of Coke as a courtesy to the American and felt it was only polite to choke them down.

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Der Landgraf

This Saturday, Stick and I went out to German restaurant in Fengtai. We planned to trek out there, have lunch and then, assuming an authentic German restaurant didn’t exist in a vacuum, wander around the area.

Der Landgraf was easily spotted because it had a winterized beer garden in front, a very auspicious beginning to our adventures. When we went inside, the hostess walked over and stared at us. I know I should be adjusted by now, but I’m not. I’m always touching my hair and making sure my fly is closed.

She then made vague motions in the direction of a table. Actually, in the direction of all the tables. We figured that meant we could pick our own.

The menus were trilingual, and awesome. No “Happy Fragrance Pig Intestines” here… in fact no Chinglish at all! Stick enjoyed it, like me, he learned the foreign-language words for food he likes, so he was all “mashed potatoes” and “sauerkraut”, only in German.

The only German I can say is “This tastes like sh!t,” because when I was in Cambridge, a German girl in my dorm said that every night at dinner. Every night for eight weeks. (If you teach at my school, I apologize for my impassioned speech last week… it’s true, passive repetition will eventually sink in.)

Anyway, it’s a singularly useless phrase to know, since I like the food. If my one sentence was something pointless like “My hovercraft is full of eels” I could at least drop it on Manfred and Xuemei for a laugh. But “This tastes like sh!t”? Probably not.

We had great food, and even better beer. Apparently this Bitberger stuff is pretty famous or something.

After eating, we walked around the neighborhood. I thought that Der Landgraf would probably be in the center of a German bubble or an expat area. There are a bunch of those little foreign pockets near the different embassies, and wouldn’t it be cool of one was close to us? But sadly it was in one of those Gatsby neighborhoods characterized by one KFC per intersection, pseudo-Western shops and knockoff boutiques. (Yeah, I act like I’m too cool for it, but it’s easy to be superior with a smoothie in your hand.)

We took a cab home, and when we got in, the driver gave us detailed instructions on where we can flag down a cab and where we can’t. I understood allowed, not allowed, stand, and taxi BUT the where part was a total mystery to me.

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Email To My Mother

Dear Mom,

Can you send me some jeans for Christmas? I want the same size 6 boot cut Gap jeans you got me last year, they were perfect but I ripped them sliding into my seat in Duck Duck Goose.

Love,

Meg

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Rewarding Good Behaviour

Today I did a lesson on clothes which involved my kids asking and telling each other what they were wearing. My kids have uniforms, so to prevent a mind-numbingly repetitive class, I had some students dress up.

When I pulled out this dress, my little girls fell over each other asking to wear it. It worked as a great motivator, they strung together two or three words to make their wants clear.

But in class 4, one little boy, Dick, shouted “I WANT TO WEAR THE DRESS!!!” and I figure that I should reward him for a complete English sentence.

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Thankful For…

If this picture had accompanying sound, it would be “TEACHER MEG!!!”

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