High School Sports Event

October 26, 2010

Friday was our high school all day sports event.  The students were bused across town at 6:20 am to the Sports Pavilion.  This pavilion is like Cowboy Stadium in Dallas for all the major sports events.  The high school rented it for $8000US, so cheap!   I think about renting Denton stadium for AHS graduation, in comparison.  The western teachers did not have to attend until 3 pm.  Some of us signed up to run a relay!  Yes, that would be me!

The week before the art club painted masks for the opening ceremony.  It is pomp and circumstance when it comes to ceremonies in China.  They like flags and each class had a huge individually created flag to march in with.  Students had different  T-shirts to separate classes and grades.   I had helped one group from the public school paint shirts in my room last week.  They were quite smart in design and I was given one.  My art club won first place for the most creative opening ceremony look!  Go Art Club!

Tess, another seasoned western teacher, Dan and I took a cab to the event.  Dan, Johnathan and I represented the IB teachers against the Chinese public high school teachers.  We are not in the best of shape for running a sprint, ok I speak for myself.  Johnathan is fast but after the hand off I jogged to the next runner, causing us to be in last place.  The public teachers had a couple ringers, like olympic runners that are teachers.

We won a lamp for our efforts.  That lit up my day!

The Love of my Life

October 25, 2010

The art market shop I found in a Shanghai alley had a curious bowl of beans.  The first bean I picked up was a nice  big red bean.  It had a set of Chinese characters on one side and on the flip side was an outlined image of a couple.  I turned to my friend Daisy and said what does this say.  She smiled and said “the love of my life!’  Well now, can I plant this bean and grow the love of my life?  The shop owner, Daisy and I decided why not!   Five yuan and I will grow a man!  Maybe I will have better luck with a bean.

Those of you that know me and my love history will know it is not a pretty picture.  The loves in my life include three failed marriages and one failed engagement.  Of these four men, three were addictive personalities whose love in their life was booze and not me.

My bean did not come with instructions, but I imagine this is what I will do to cultivate a good man.

“Do not water with alcohol or fertilize with bull shit!”

Pizza with the doc and Ice Skating with students

October 17, 2010

A week and not one blog has been typed although many things have happened from going Ice Skating to seeing more temples, a mausoleum, meeting the other art teachers on campus,  going to art galleries and eating so much more interesting food.    My internet problems were resolved.  It was up and running on Friday.  Then I started messing with the computer and wham, I can’t get internet access.  So I am hoping Jonathan can fix this tomorrow.  So tonight I am typing and uploading some images for the blog tomorrow.

Happy Birthday to Samantha my wonderful daughter, her birthday was today in Austin.  I did see her on Skype before I messed up the computer.  She had long blond extensions in her hair and was looking lovely.  Hopefully her birthday gift from China will get to America soon.

Today my landlord Dr. Wuzhong, his wife An Li, their daughter and I went to lunch on the east side of town where all the universities are located.  They wanted pizza, which was just fine with me, because after two months of Chinese food, a good vegetarian pizza was a nice change.  My landlord is a cardiac surgeon and his wife a nurse.  We drove by his hospital in the downtown area and he was very proud to point it out for me.  The doc speaks English and studied in Baltimore some years back.  He is very kind and loves his little five year old daughter.  She about wore him out today demanding so much of his attention.  To our surprise there was a three story Christmas tree in the courtyard of the strip mall where The Cheese Pub was located.  All of us wondered why a tree in October?  We saw two weddings on our way, one in a procession which the doc followed.  All the cars were red and his too.  He thought that would be fun.  Then we saw another one on a hill and everyone was dressed in traditional Chinese attire.  I couldn’t get a photograph as we were moving too fast in our other wedding procession.

Saturday was my day to take the students Ice Skating.  My role as sponsor is easy.  Esther, our CAS lead teacher drove us to the Sports Pavilion, which is a modern architectural pavilion with red wing like arches.  This is where the youth Olympics will be held in a few years.  The students took the metro and met us.  This “field trip” did not include a school bus, as the Chinese don’t use buses.  Everyone is responsible for their own transportation. Afterwards Esther wanted to show me the suburban sprawl. We drove looking at the continuous apartment high-rises that were recently built.  I noticed not as many people as downtown by my apartment.  It was quiet and nice, reminded me of Frisco in an odd way.  We went to the “Wanda” Mall which was large, new, clean and very western.  So many places to eat!  Esther chose a noodle shop.  We ordered a soup fondue pot full of noodles.  A large platter of many ingredients came for each of us.  Hers was seafood, mine vegetables.  What fun it was to cook our own noodle soup.  Afterwards she took me to Walmart!  Yes, I finally found a Chinese Walmart.  It was not like an American Walmart, as I couldn’t find buttered microwavable popcorn, or other western needs!  I did get a cozy alternative down blanket which I put on my bed, under my fitted sheet, to create some more cush.  I am sleeping better and actually slept in for the first time this morning.

More fireworks must stop writing and watch.  Ah—the life of being able to see miles from my windows.

The Story of the Clanging Heart

Story of the Clanging Heart

October 13, 2010

There was a large space.   Within the space were numerous small puffy cherry colored hearts.  They were nestled next to each other shoulder overlapping shoulder.  They sang a tune.  It sounded like hum hum hum.  They were identical, except for one.  This one jumped up and ever so often made a noise of a clang.  The one that jumped up never was able to cozy up with the others and began to feel different and left out, although he looked the same.  It seems he needed to jump and ring out.

Then one day all the hearts turned over.  In the process the hearts turned over on top of the special one.  He was now underneath all the hearts and couldn’t jump up.  He listened to the hum, hum, hum.  It was nice.  He tried the tune, and his sound was ah, ah, ah.  He felt all the hearts touch him.  Shoulders were comforting him, this was different.  He slowly became one with the cluster.

Another day came.  The hearts rolled over.  The special one was no longer small and puffy.  He was much larger than the rest and flat like a heart shaped pancake.  Hearts were on top of him.  The tiny hearts were jumping up, this time they landed on him.  He was so large that he felt many hearts leaping and singing.  They were like him long ago.  His song hummed. They were the same but different.

The moral of the story:   Life, we are all one in the same jumping and clanging to our own beat.

Are you wondering where this came from?  I woke up at 4 am and this was in my head.  I could illustrate it.  Am I reading too much Confucius and becoming a philosopher?   Do I need a softer bed?

Michael Bolton is a hit in China! Ha, ya’ll!

October 7, 2010

Up at 6:30 am, I can never sleep in.   A Latte is in order, using a coffee filter, tea strainer and IKEA frothier with my S.I.T. ground coffee, I whip up a strong one.  Today I think I will look out the upstairs balcony window.  Across the way is a young man pacing on his roof top terrace with a book in hand.  I saw him yesterday morning doing this.  Is he studying for a test?  SAT exams are coming up.  They are not offered in China. High school seniors planning to go to college abroad or in America will need this test for their application.   Students travel to Hong Kong to take it on October 8th and 9th.  The flight is over two hours, I can imagine the expense.  I look further down to the courtyard and there are twelve people in three rows doing Tai Chi.  That looks easy so I stand up in my purple night gown and brown fuzzy knee length robe and begin to follow the movements.  This is interesting, the movements give the impression of slowly moving your prana around and then there is a quick movement to push it off of you.  I like this.  It might get rid of bad spirits.  Although I moved half way around the world you would think I had gotten away from the bad spirits, but who knows, maybe a little Tai Chi is in order.  I brew another cup of coffee and trot back to my perch on the balcony. The class is over but two students remain practicing with red fluffy fans.  The movements are fluid and almost hypnotic.  This is quite enjoyable to watch, much better than TV.

Alice called last night while I waited on wedding fire crackers to explode and wanted to meet in the center of the city to listen and buy some music.  I hailed a taxi and off I went.  The city is different at night, with all the lights and many people bustling around.  I meet her at a foot bridge and we walked to a side street and into a CD shop.  Sawyer is there chatting with the owner, they are friends.  We look at music and it seems the Chinese are in love with some of my favorite music from 90’s.  Michael Bolton, Celine Dion, and Kenny G are their favorites.  To all of my art teacher friends, Mr. Garrott, Miss Gilly and Mrs. Arago you put up with my Michael Bolton posters and music, guess what they are hits here and now!  Ha, I told you this was good music.  Now a whole country loves them too!  I ended up with some old Beatles, Hall and Oates, Norah Jones and Sheryl Crow for 15RMB each.  The discussions centered on what Americans listen to now.  I had to break it to the shop owner Bolton is no longer a big hit in America.  Americans move on to newer musicians and melodies.  He just couldn’t believe me!

We walked down the street and there were night vendors set up on the sidewalk.  I checked out burlap looking shoes, PJ’s and then my eye went to some old Chinese art books.  Ah ha, a find!  I ended up with two, one on Ceramics and the other on paintings.  They are fabulous, colorful and of course in Chinese.  But art is universal, who needs words?

Someone is shooting fireworks this morning, I can’t see where they are coming from in the daylight, bummer.  I woke up about 1 am hearing a huge display of Roman Candles go off.  In a variety of colors and array of lights, it was like a dandelion explosion.  Then a phone call from Possum Kingdom followed.  My realtor is renewing my property contract in the Hills over PK.  Anyone interested in two acres overlooking the lake?  It is too far for me to vacation!

8 Million and the “Joker”

October 5, 2010

I was trying to figure out my metal rice box container on rollers located under my kitchen cabinet when Michael called and said meet him at S.I.T (Sculpting in Time) for lunch.  Many of the taxi drivers don’t know where this ex-pat place is so I called Alice to get it said in Chinese.  The last time I had a driver drop me off, I ended up a couple blocks away and was lost.  There are no outstanding landmarks and every place begins to look the same, especially if you can’t read Chinese characters.   This time I was dropped off right in front, need to get Alice to write that out for me in Chinese.  I met up with Michael and he introduced me to Derrick and Annette, a married couple from England.  Derrick and Michael taught together last year.  They have an electric bike to buzz around in and said their drive is 25 minutes from their new place in the “burbs!”  A long way, but they have more western furnishings, like a “UK bouncy” bed and dryer!  The population of the city was a major discussion.  I read it was 2.8 million.  The men said hardly, it was more like 8 million.  In five years it has doubled as people want to be closer to the conveniences of the city and better jobs.  No wonder I think it is so huge, it’s like New York.  Alice and Sawyer joined up for lunch.  Then the three of us took off walking and searching for light bulbs.  We actually found a vendor on the street that had what I needed, so I bought three.  This business of being able to find specialty items in specific places persuades me to buy extra.  I ask for a business card, so I can find his place again.  My wallet if bulging with business cards after living here a month and a half.

Sawyer wants to watch movies so we head back to my place.  He invites a movie editor friend visiting from Beijing.  His name is “Joker” like in the Batman movie.  What is it with strange American names, Chinese people give themselves?  He brought an old Michael Douglas movie, “The Game.”  Joker says it is one of his favorites.  It is an old 90’s movie and edgy.  I wasn’t too excited about the plot.  Afterwards we had a discussion about what Americans watch on TV.  He has a preconceived notion Americans watch old movies, like black and whites from the 40’s up to the 80’s!  He likes “Bonnie and Clyde” and watches it repeatedly.  I am thinking Americans are more interested in new flicks, not old stuff like on the Turner network.   The discussion went to political land accessions of China, such as Taiwan, North Korea and Tibet.  Are these separate countries or Chinese?  Would I be arrested if I wore a “Free Tibet” T-shirt?  Sawyer said, nah, not that many people can read English and would just pass me by on the street!  Now if I was in Tiananmen Square that might be different.  Ok no protesting there!  The conversation over democracy whiffs in the air and we decide China is becoming democratic and maybe the US is becoming socialist!  Are the countries flipping beliefs? Somehow the conversation drifts to an in depth debate about ghosts.  We discuss “The Sixth Sense.’  Joker and I agree it is an intense movie.  He doesn’t believe in God or ghosts!  Oh my, I can debate this issue for hours.  He has no idea what metaphysics or theosophy is so we can’t get to in-depth. I am reminded he just like movies, which is why, he is a movie trailer editor.

I realize without my cell phone, internet or TV I spend much of my time in discussion with people.  I like being connected and not distracted.  I like the cultural education I am getting.

Pondering the past, the gift is the present

October 1, 2010

I wonder does he ever think about me, worry about my welfare, wish he was here with me, why did he do what he did to cause all this?  I don’t know.  He is so far from me now, in another world and I ponder over these things on occasion.  Do I hear from him?  Some.  It’s just a facade;  he never opens the door, walks in, sits down and talks one to one.  Did he ever really talk to me?  I don’t remember.  It is all a haze now like my morning view of the city.  I see the buildings but I don’t know what they are, like him.  Who was this man beyond the exterior?  I have learned the “one thing” is living your life in the moment.  I am stuck in the past, thinking like this.  It’s over, move on I tell myself, live life today, the present.  Someone said the present is a gift.  Looking out my window I see my gift a vast life to explore.  I see a five story pagoda on a little hill it keeps calling me to come visit.  A tear trickles down my eye.  Today I miss what I didn’t have with you.  It was a beautiful dream which floated away in a cloud.

A hot cup of honeysuckle tea, music drifting from my downstairs stereo with songs about the story of her life sounds like mine.  Alice gave me this CD by Deana Carter.  I enjoy the Sheryl Crow like melody.  It gives me a lift, makes me smile.  Alice and Sawyer will be coming by in an hour.  They are going to help me translate the Chinese characters on my TV remotes.  They are the best adopted Chinese children a mom could ask for.  They take care of me, like Sam, Casey, Randy and Andy do.  They fix things I can’t.  Sawyer gave me a T-shirt yesterday with a guy fishing in a boat with sharks swimming around.  “Big fish?” and “Exploring Unknown Worlds” are printed on it.  Sawyer likes fish, like my boys so this is something he got just for me and in blue, my favorite color.  Love, you find it everywhere, just look.   The gifts of the present and living life in the moment are my treasure.