UnFriendly Olympics

In China, you really can’t get away from the Friendlies. They’re on t-shirts, hats, sneakers, pins, backpacks, keychains, earrings and necklaces. They’ve been made into charms, toys and giant paper-mache effigies at the airport. Back when we had CCTV9 in Kaifaqu, I couldn’t turn on the TV without seeing the Friendlies skipping though the air on the CCTV Olympic countdown.

Their names are Bei-bei (the blue one), Jing-jing (the panda), Huan-huan (red), Ying-ying(yellow) and Nini (green), which spells out Bei jing huan ying ni, Beijing welcomes you. For months I thought Huan-huan was actually ??, Fire Fire, because he’s red and my Chinese needs a little work. He’s supposed to represent the Olympic torch, so besides thinking huan and huo are the same word, it’s a pretty reasonable mistake.

The yellow one is supposed to be this Tibetan antelope thingy.

But as China Rises says, the Friendlies are no more, it’s been changed to Fuwa. China Daily tells us why:

“Firstly, Friendly is somewhat an ambiguous name, which could refer both to friendly people and friendly matches,” a Dr. Li from Lanzhou University was quoted as saying on the site. “Secondly, the term Friendlies has a similar pronunciation to ‘friendless’ and thirdly, the spelling of Friendlies could be split as ‘friend lies’.” (Do they mean on knockoff products?)

Laura Fitch, a Canadian who works in China as news editor, welcomed the change, saying the name Friendlies sounds a “a little bit childish” and “doesn’t really have a meaning.”

Right. One Man Bandwidth has already pointed out that the Olympics are supposed to be about friendly people AND friendly matches. He also mentions that Fuwa sounds a little childish and doesn’t have an English meaning.

I hope this means that my Friendlies keychains are now collectors’ items!

If the Beijing Olympics committee members are bored (and with everything on or ahead of schedule, why wouldn’t they be?) and looking to make changes, might I suggest a new Paraolympics mascot? Perhaps one that doesn’t look like a psychedelic cow?

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No Yes No

I played a cool game with my preteen kids yesterday. I don’t know if I’ve written about them before. Their office nickname is The Drips, and their hobbies are plagiarism, monosyllabic answers and blank stares. Last week, 7 out of 8 kids insisted I’d never assigned any homework, but the eighth student had done the assignment and blew their whole story. And, Zorro was watching my class that day to learn about teaching teens, so he got to see my student sell out his friends for a watermelon Jolly Rancher. Yeah.

Anyway, I played a cool game with The Drips. The object of No Yes No is to make other people say Yes or No without saying it yourself. Each student asks the other students questions, and if the answer is Yes or No, the asker gets one point and then answerer (askee?) loses one. I did it by writing points on the whiteboard but if I did it again, I’d give the kids pennies or candies as tokens. We started asking in a circle until the kids got the hang of it, and then it was more freeform.

It was great to see my kids struggling to think of other responses, and even better when they started to trap each other, first with knee-jerk questions like “Are you ugly?” and “Do you like Jimmy?” but then with “Really?” and “Is that true?” For some of them, it was more talking than I’d seen all semester.

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Yantai Moment

It’s always hard to explain living in China. The guys at Talk Talk China have started a quest for a perfect metaphor to describe ex-pat life.

Last night, Zorro and I set out separately, cellphones in hand, on a scavenger hunt through Kaifaqu, looking for a street vendor selling bananas. Once we found them, we met up at the New Hut restaurant, because we know that to get the dishes we see on the menu, we need to bring the ingredients ourselves.

That’s life in Yantai.

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South Park WoW

If you haven’t already seen it, go watch the World Of WarCraft South Park episode. South Park usually walks the fine line between hilarious and mind-blowingly stupid, and this one is definitely on the right side.

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Shopping Retrospective

Grocery shopping in February: AM I REALLY SUPPOSED TO EAT THIS?

Grocery shopping in May: Niu nai ma? Milk, yeah?

Grocery shopping in August: Cao mei suan nai zai nali? Where’s the strawberry yogurt?

Grocery shopping in October: Wo kan bu dong, qing wen, bo lou pian you mei you bai tang? I’m illiterate, could you tell me if this is dried pineapple or candied?

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Secret Skills Of An RPG Nerd

As part of my quest to make my students more creative, my elementary-age kids played a little boardgame in class today. Basically, you race through the board, landing on squares and saying what time you do various activities, like going to school, going to sleep, eating breakfast, etc. I explained the rules, split the kids into trios to play, and handed out dice and counters.

Most groups got regular six-sided dice, but I gave my slower kids a D10, and my fast workers a D4 so they’d all finish around the same time.

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….with Chinese characteristics.

When I took this photo, I was mentally composing a moving post about watching the change of seasons on the Yantai beach, and the weather returning to the winter weather that I saw when I arrived, and how I’ve had almost a year in China. I was going to tie it into the weird dual homesickness I’ve feeling as my time here draws to a close.

But Zorro saw what I was photographing and he called it:


Homeland security with Chinese characteristics.

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Yantai Disneyland

Yesterday Zorro and I were walking by the beach, and we saw what the boardwalk area looks like in the off-season.


Do you see Mickey and Minnie on the window? It’s Yantai Disneyland!


Who needs seatbelts?

I know a deserted amusement park would be a great place for a horror movie, but not this one! See, it’s a garlic-themed amusement park, so vampires couldn’t come in. Don’t you feel safer?


Zorro expressing his opinion of this park.

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Teaching Magic

A few months ago, Jay sent me a huge box of Magic cards. I had a brief dream of setting up a Yantai Magic league, but that was quickly squashed by scheduling problems. My Chinese students were already overscheduled with necessary classes and sports training, starting school at seven AM and finishing around nine PM. There simply isn’t time for a Magic tournament.

Still, I’ve given out a lot of introductory sets to my students. Bonus packs, I promised, would come to those who aced spelling tests. (This was so effective that Stephen would greet the announcement of a spelling test with a little happy shout). I gave Young a pack of Magic cards and told him to find a friend and play the intro game and report back to me.

And he didn’t do it.

Yes, the homework was to play a game and he didn’t do it.

I know that he might not have had enough time, he might not have been able to convince his mom and dad that the lao wai lao shi actually told him to play a game, etc., etc., but I’m starting to think he just wasn’t comfortable with a weird assignment. Young’s my focus right now, but my other classes often respond the same way to unusual requests. Write each word 5 times, yes, but write a story, blank stare.

What if I could actually teach creativity? I’m already in parental trouble because my students aren’t bringing home lists of vocabulary memorization, so why not? What will it take to get creative discussions instead of passive lumps?

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Yes, We Have No Bananas

Zorro and I go to New Hut Place pretty often, at least once a week. Their menu lists a sugar-fried banana dish that we always try to order. At least once a week, we are told that they have no bananas. China residents, insert the embarassed giggle as you see fit, and after a few weeks of this, change it from the usual I’m-sorry giggle to the one that really means we’re losing face and embarassing all concerned by continuing to order from the menu. If this sounds a bit harsh, then I’ll add that they did cook us sugar-fried potatoes to make up for the lack of bananas.

Zorro finally decided that he wanted to bananas enough to make them happen. He claims it was a result of talking with my dad (after I begged my dad to please not talk exclusively about Zorro’s hometown newspaper), but he brought his own bananas and asked the chef to please cook them for us. The staff laughed and teased us about really really wanting that dish, but they did prepare it.

BYOB — it’s not just for beer anymore.

I can’t imagine the health codes an American chef would be breaking by cooking a customer’s ingredients, but then I don’t know how long a US restaurant could stay open without having the dishes on their menu.

The bananas were totally worth it. They were delicious, but maybe it was also the sweet taste of thwarting a mei you.

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