Thursday, March 31, 2011

Spring Kiss
Anastasia Mink ©2011

Trees so recently melancholy and bare,
now in full flower of the thaw.
Sunlight streams through the
budding, youthful branches, an enchanting  serpentine dance.

 I could foretell the revisit of venerable messengers –
their bright hues and fancy melodies weaving a tapestry of delight.
Chattering squirrels evoke the elusive secrets of spring;
A cool breeze sends a quiver through my soul. 
An unexpected taste of berry touches my lips,
And I am lost in desire.

Spring Kiss


Trees so recently melancholy and bare,
now in full flower of the thaw.
Sunlight streams through the
budding, youthful branches, an enchanting  serpentine dance.

 I could foretell the revisit of venerable messengers –
their bright hues and fancy melodies weaving a tapestry of delight.
Chattering squirrels evoke the elusive secrets of spring;
A cool breeze sends a quiver through my soul. 
An unexpected taste of berry touches my lips,
And I am lost in desire.

Anastasia Mink ©2011

Friday, March 25, 2011

The Soul Eater


It began innocently enough,
A look, a sigh, a caress.
He said the spirits told him to do things.
He had to eat in order to feed them.
Schizophrenic, you know.
I took it metaphorically, of course. 
After all, all things possess a spirit.
The ancients all knew that what we consume,
filled us with that being's spirit.

Vast woods surrounded the home.
Residents often ran away for an hour, a day, a week.
The skeletal trees silhouetted against the blood moon that night
were nothing out of the ordinary.

The nearly incoherent muttering of old ones coming
and demanding sacrifice amidst ramblings about eternity,
children, infinity, death, narcotics, black and white,
creation and death did not strike me as abnormal.
Perhaps it should have. 

I cannot even bear to remember the horror I found,
that eerie  I went to check on him,
even as the full moon shone through the dusty window panes.
I shudder sitting here in in this lonely psych ward, 
afraid of what will happen when my insurance runs out.
24 hours and the clock is ticking; damnable it is, in its incessant ticking.
Still, I hear whispers in the night, despite the clozaril and the clonazepam,
despite the seroquel and depakote.
I don’t have to look at the windows
to know what is beating against them.

It's the same beating that was in that house,
where the moonlight could barely shine
through those dusty windows.

They are waiting, and I can no longer wait.
I was damned the day I looked into his eyes.
Those damned, unforgettable eyes.

Sasha Mink (© 2009)

The Spiritual Finger

At birth we know nothing; helpless, innocent –
demanding, hungry mouths screaming for food, comfort, love, sometimes an intangible But always something necessary. Gratitude follows with a smile, a giggle, contentment, or blissful sleep.

Children are smart, but often selfish.  They demand things they do not need and are not always grateful.  Cookies please!  More!  I need more!  No! I won’t clean the table!  No! I won’t take a bath!  More! More!  I hate you!

As adults we struggle within between the extremes, repression, denial.
And , “Oh, no I am NOTHING like that B---- at the make up counter over there!”~  finger waving in a Z pattern. Hello…

  The crazy man at the corner waved his mug at me and asked for a quarter.  I fished into my purse to find one and gave it to him and unconsciously held it out to him with my index finger pointed out.  He said, ‘Don’t you point that spiritual finger at me; you aren’t mature enough”.  I looked at him, offended. 

   Who was this drunken vagrant to tell me I was not mature enough to point a spiritual finger? 

  Yet, who is anyone of us to point a finger at another?  I did not deliberately point, but had he read a subconscious intention or judgment?  Did he have some secret insight?  It ate at me.  Irrational?  Yes.   Soul-searching, nonetheless is never without a harvest.

  I gave to the vagrant in self-righteousness and out of duty.  I gave him my time in exasperation.  I unconsciously pointed my spiritual finger at him in superiority without realizing it.  Now I am mindful that many of these folks are in fact older, knowledgeable in their own way, and fighting battles greater even than my own. So I am now ever mindful of that ‘spiritual finger”.  For as babies we know everything, but as children we know nothing.  This great truth is encompassed in our own initiatory system and was spoken by this very same vagrant.

China letter #7 (Chinese wedding)

     One always knows when a wedding is occurring in one of the many larger restaurants here.  When a wedding is occurring a great, red, blow-up arch is raised adorned with a cock and a dragon, each representing prosperity and fertility for the new couple.  If you should happen to pass by at the consummation of the gathering you would be privileged to hear the cacophony of many drummers celebrating the marriage as well.  For the first time I was honored to be invited to a Chinese wedding and got to see the celebration from the inside.  Upon entering the restaurant through the drumming , I beheld an array of round tables (typical to Chinese restaurants) along with a long runway set in the center of the restaurant jointing a pagoda full of beautiful roses and a large stage where the ceremony took place.   
  After taking our seats at our assigned table, a team of female drummers, clad in sexy red outfits, took the stage and performed.  As they danced and drummed, a bubble machine exhumed multitudinous bubbles over the stage.  Meanwhile, the drums themselves had been covered with some kind of light white substance that flew off the drums and covered the stage as the girls pounded out their song in joyous celebration.  After two drumming numbers an MC took the stage.  As he spoke, I noticed the screen not far from where I stood displayed a slide show with photos of the happy couple. 
  Once the MC finished his speech the couple marched down the aisle.  The bride was dressed in a beautiful western-style white gown (contrary to Chinese tradition).  The groom was dressed in a smart black suit.  The ceremony was short and involved the bride holding a large object that resembled a rattle.  I was told this object was candy and was meant to represent the bride and groom’s love since childhood (although the couple had in fact only known each other for one year).   The parents, who had accompanied the couple down the aisle western- style, also spoke after the couple said their vows. 
    After the ceremony the bride changed into a red gown (which is more traditional in China).  She, her new husband, and the bride’s parents went around to each table and poured bai-jiu (Chinese wine) to all the guests.  In contrast to western weddings the guest ate and drank throughout the ceremony. 
  As far as the colors of Chinese weddings go, I asked my students about the negative connotation of white as the color of death in China.  Red, in contrast, is considered a color of good luck.  My young students assured me that no one cared too much these days about white meaning death; however, my boss (who is one year younger than I), said she cannot accept white as a color for marriage and asserted with certainty that it had a bad meaning.  I suppose this is a classic example of the generation gap here.
  That’s all for.  Perhaps this will be my last formal letter as I go home in just 3 months, although one never can tell what new or unexpected adventure will arise.

Cheers,
Sasha

China letter #6 (Thailand0

So I figured I should type my recount of Thailand since tomorrow is the last day of vacation.  There were a lot of similarities and a lot of differences between China and Thailand.  Thailand has a big tourist industry so Bangkok is particular featured a nice international atmosphere and nearly everyone spoke basic English, unlike in China.  There were a number of Irish pubs, French and German restaurants, Indian restaurants, and various Asian restaurants.  Naturally I ate a lot of Thai food including two different versions of my favorite spicy seafood salad, but I also ate at a French restaurant/wine bar, and an Irish Pub since these things are equally impossible to find in Taiyuan.  Bangkok also features a China town. One Thai habit I noticed was that they order a whole bottle of whiskey to share between two or more of them.  Apparently, Thais really like whiskey.  The Chinese do too, but one cannot find such western things in Taiyuan so the local Chinese drink Fen Jiu (a horrible clear wine that is 40% alcohol), Bai-jiu which is a sweet version of the same, or bamboo wine which is also the strength of whiskey, but is yellowish and sweet.  The Thais are very religious and shrines can be found everywhere.  I often saw people stopping to light incense and say prayers.  This is something not found in China except at the famous places such as Mt. Wutai or Jinci Temple.  Most Chinese have no religion, but many recall stories from elders and retain some of the beliefs of their ancestors and thus, may light incense and pray on special occasions when they visit these places.
     On my first day I went out to what was a shopping district to just look around and as fortune would have it was met a taxi driver who wanted to solicit my business by offering his personal services as a tour guide.  I was reluctant at first figuring he was out to cheat me as a naïve foreigner, but it turned out to be a stroke of good luck.  Naturally these drivers want to take tourists to places where they will get kickbacks for bringing them.  Thus with my permission I was first taken to a Gem store and then a silk shop where they custom make outfits within 24 hours.  I bought a silk pantsuit and had it delivered to my hotel.  That cost me about $150, a good deal for cashmere-silk pants and a thick, good-quality blouse.  After that he took me to see the Golden Buddha  Temple which featured a giant gold Buddha worth 18 million pounds sterling.  After I paid my respects and took some photos he took me to a tour agency at his insistence.  He told me about several places I should go.  I ended up booking 3 full-day tours all of which cost me about $165.  I am really glad I did it since finding things on my own would have been difficult and going to these places impossible.  Each place was over an hour’s drive or more.   I had tried to find a tour online, but all of them required a minimum of two people. 
     On the first day I went to 3 different places:  the floating market, a WWII museum near the “railroad of death” on the River Kwai, and the tiger temple where I was able to pet live tigers. The second day I went to Pattaya, a beach resort.  There we took a boat to the island and spent the afternoon swimming, shopping and whatever else we wanted to do.  The third day I went to Ayutthaya, the second capital of Thailand where several ancient temples were located.  It was there I was able to buy two wooden Buddhas.
  The floating market is literally a market of boats.  A guide took us out on traditional wooden boats where we stopped at various other boats selling various goods.  It was a novel experience.  The best part was seeing a coconut fall from a tree into the water nearly hitting our boat on the way in.  I bought some mangosteens, a red Asian fruit with sweet, juicy white seeds in the center.  The tiger temple is actually an animal rescue center.  Tigers were almost extinct from people hunting them, but the population is now around 1,000.  The monks take care of them, feeding them a vegetarian diet, because if they were to get a taste of red meat, they would become killers.  The tigers were amazingly calm as guides took us around to pet them and take pictures.  In order to pet the tigers we had to leave all hats, sunglasses, strings, and purses behind because these things are “tiger toys” and might lead to an attack.  I will post pictures on facebook for those of you on that social network, as soon as I get the usb cord from my husband that fits his camera.  It should be in the next week.
  The ocean in Thailand is similar to western tropical seas and the Mediterranean in that it is unusually clear, light blue and green, and remarkably easy to float in.  The tour took us out to a barge where people could go parasailing for an extra 450 Baht, but I did not do that.  There was also an option to walk under water (similar to scuba diving maybe) for $1000 Baht, but no one in the group did that.  We did go on a glass-bottom boat tour to see the coral reefs.  I think the reef is quite small or maybe it’s spread out because the tour was brief and covered a very small area offshore.  After Cozumel, it didn’t seem like much.  All the beaches were covered with chairs and umbrellas for which one paid a small fee.  I rather like the system as it saves one from lugging around beach chairs or having to rent umbrellas for $10-$15 a pop like we do in the States.  A towel was about as much as anyone on a tour could bring since we had to walk with all our stuff and climb in and out of boats.  I rented a chair and was immediately accosted by a Thai lady wanting to do my nails or hair or at least my cuticles to help feed her babies.  I acquiesced after lunch and let her trim the skin on my fingers and toes for $300 Baht, which is maybe $10.  She was nice and pleasant to talk to.  It felt good to be pampered and my nails did look nicer after. 
     The people on the tours came from all over.  That day they were mostly Eastern European, French, and German, with a couple from Malaysia who were quite nice and some Indonesian folk.  On the other tour I was with all Koreans (it was also their New Year) and some Chinese people.    At the first beach I sat by an older German man who introduced me to several other people nearby.  I had the feeling that if I stayed there I would have had a nice group of friends to hang out with, but we were only at that beach for 45 minutes before going to the island.  Our last stop was at a gem museum which demonstrated how gems are mined and made into jewelry.  Of course a large shop followed.  I bought a multi-stone bracelet of jade, tiger’s eye, onyx, and agate, all of which are mined in Thailand for less than $20.  I also bought my husband’s birthday gift, but since he is reading this too, I can’t say what it is.
  The third day involved a lot of walking in the hot sun.  The first temple site was a 13th century temple and the other two big ones were 15th century.  We saw many Buddhas, including those without arms or heads.  The Burmese cut the heads and arms off most of the Buddhas when the plundered the temple of all of its gold.  At the WWII Museum we were actually only one mountain from Burma.  If one could see over the mountain one would have been able to see into that nation.  I think the presence of many colorful cocks running about and crowing was one of the more interesting sites.  I spent a lot of time trying to get good photos of these feathered fowl.  One, whom I was unable to get a good photo of because he kept moving, puffed himself up and crowed right in front of me.  I thought that was great!  I just wished I could have captured that moment on film!  Cats, dogs, and cows abounded everywhere as well.  I caught a great photo of two twin calicos playing in front of one temple.  The flowers were amazing as well.  Trees, bushes, lily ponds, and other colorful flowers adorned many of the sites.  I got some nice photos of those.  Our last stop of the day was the Summer Palace where the bushes were all trimmed into various animal shapes.  I happened to catch a couple of big iguana- like creatures in the river hissing at each other as well.  I only got the full body of one on film who had wandered onto land, but after he saw me ran into the water and watched me with his head poking out of the water.  I would have tried to get closer for better photos, but I wasn’t sure what the creatures would do after witnessing the little skirmish between two them.
  I wish I had booked the tour for another day or two since there was still a lot to see that I didn’t have time for, but what are you going to do?  I was also blessed by seeing two pink butterflies (or months), not sure which, mating.  According to some experts pink butterflies don’t really exist, but I saw them with my own eyes.  Unfortunately, I was unable to get a photo.  Many species are still being discovered.  Maybe I could have become famous if I had been able to photograph them.
  Sasha 

China letter #5

  Thursday is the beginning of our 2-week holiday for spring festival. Spring festival is the biggest Chinese holiday and marks their traditional New Year.  For me the holiday begins right after our noon meeting since I am normally off Tues afternoon and Wednesdays.  On Monday I will fly to Thailand for 5 days.  Hopefully, I will come back with many pictures and interesting things to say.  As it is, not too much has happened here in Taiyuan other than me being swamped with school work (both my school and the Chinese school). 

  I broke down and bought a space heater for my apartment to fight off the cold since heating in my apartment is insufficient and all the cold seeps through the marble-like floors. 

  The Chinese are busy decorating their homes and places of work with red banners and other decorations for the festival.  Stands have suddenly appeared out of nowhere touting fireworks, a perpetual necessity in China, and brightly colored paper decorations.  The University students have been leaving campus in droves rolling big suitcases. The campus is nearly empty.  This morning none of the elderly people were out doing Tai Chi this morning.  Usually at least a few are exercising together in the morning when I come to school. 80-year olds have no fear of exercising in 10 degree weather here.  One can sometimes see groups dancing as well.  The campus is a popular place for exercise since it has at least two, maybe three, large courtyards.  Dogs like it here too.  One morning I think I counted 15 small dogs as I was walking from the bus stop to my school. The Chinese love small dogs and let them run freely about without collars or anything.  I know that one must get a permit to have a pet and pay for the requisite shots, but there seems to be no control over keeping pets restrained or worry about them getting hit.  It is amazing given the traffic situation here that I have not once seen a dead dog, but often see them crossing very busy roads.  Naturally, they will play in the garbage as long as no cats are there. 

 I have made friends with the cat in the massage shop.  I often stop to pet her and her offspring if he/she is around when I pass by.  Sometimes she walks around the shop meowing wandering from table to table perhaps hoping for attention or maybe a treat.  One time she came up under my table and let me pet her as I was getting massaged.The Chinese also have no qualms about letting animals in restaurants and some restaurant owners have a cat or two right in the kitchen with them.  What would US Health Inspectors do with that?

  It’s supposed to snow Thursday, which is just fine with me as I do not have to go anywhere.  So far the gods are really cooperating with my wish not to have to get to school in a death trap under very hazardous conditions.  We had one day of snow, but it was only an inch (maybe less) and the morning it occurred was still a holiday for many people so there were amazingly few people at the bus stop and little traffic.  I hope my luck holds out! 

Until next time。。。。

China letter #4

Last Thursday I travelled to Hong Kong to change my visa to a ‘Z’ visa, which will enable me to get my resident immigrant card.  I and the British teacher who went with me for the same reason flew to Shenzhen and then took the bus to Hong Kong.  It was a grueling trip, but definitely worth it to see Hong Kong.  I never knew Hong Kong was such an international city, and it was so clean in comparison to most Chinese cities.  Every language was spoken there, but everyone except the very old spoke English (that is not the case in China). While Hong Kong is technically part of China, it is not.  We had to go through customs and change our money just as if it were a foreign country.  Additionally, everything western (including TV stations) was available in Hong Kong, unlike in China.
    Restaurants from every nationality were available.  Naturally, we took the opportunity to satiate some cravings.  I was especially ecstatic to find cheese at Marks and Spencer and bought several kinds.    I visited several outdoor markets and bought some silk robes, scarves, and fish bone carvings.  The carvings are quite special I think, because they are intricate globes carved with phoenixes and dragons.  There are 10 globes (each one inside the other, much like those Russian dolls).  These carvings will begin to get rarer and rarer because the young people do not want to sit there and hand carve these things.  Everything is done on machines now.  The youngest carver is in his 60’s.
    After visiting Soho, the restaurant and bar district near the Harbor (on the other side of the island from where we were staying), we took the ferry back to our side of the island.  To say Soho is the restaurant and bar district is a bit of a misnomer, since all of Hong Kong is a restaurant and bar district, but Soho has many quaint and quirky places, so it is rather famous.  The buildings on the harbor were all lit up, reflecting multiple colors on the water.  One could take the ferry in lieu of the subway for merely $2.00.  The next morning I was also lucky enough to see the sunrise over the harbor.
    Saturday night we returned to chilly Taiyuan.  In order to make up lost time we had to go in to work Sunday.  We were supposed to go in again this Sunday, but the students were so exhausted that half of Class A was out with fever yesterday, so I got the day off after all.  We will make the hours up another Sunday.  It was 30 degrees Fahrenheit this morning.  Only six more days until the government turns on the heat.
  Right now rows of leeks (giant green onions) can be seen everywhere.  They are outside apartments, on roofs, in front of shops…The reason for this is that everyone is stocking up for the winter and these onions can be dried and then stored outside one’s window because as my boss put in , “they are not afraid of the cold”.  They are very cheap now, but will go up 400% in the winter.  I got myself a small pile the other day and set them out to dry.   
     I have been going to get a massage about once a week for the past month.  The interesting thing about Chinese masseuses in Taiyuan is that most all of them are blind.  The Chinese believe that blindness gives them special abilities so a blind masseuse is considered the best.  I have been happy with all my massages from both the blind ones and the seeing.  What’s even better is that they are only around 30 Yuan or about $5 for a full hour.
    The Chinese have an interesting program in place to discourage young people from spending too much time on the computer playing video games.  The program is designed to counteract the negative health effects of prolonged sedentary activities.  Young people must sign in to computer games using their ID numbers.  After 3 hours the system will tell the young person, “Stop playing now, and go get some exercise”.  If the person stops playing then all his or her points will be saved, but if he or she continues to play he or she will lose the points.  I think this is a rather good idea, although I know that trying to implement something like it in the US would create a huge public outcry about individual freedom. 

China letter #3

    One of my biggest fears here was that one of these old, rickety buses would break down while I was on it.  Yesterday during lunch it happened. …about half-way home.  Luckily the walk from where I was only took 25 minutes or so.  It’s surprising this doesn’t happen more often considering how often the bus driver’s have to keep restarting the bus, and some fuss and pour water into the radiator at stop lights.   Of course, my other fear is being on the bus when it hits a car or vice versa.  I actually saw it happen not too long ago (and it was the bus number I take).  Boy was I glad I wasn’t on that bus!
    There are three big holidays in China, each which up until two years ago, lasted for 7-days each.  These holidays are called Golden weeks.  The May holiday has been cut short and the other two are unofficially broken up according to business needs.  Originally, the government created the 7-day holidays in order to try to encourage consumer spending and tourism.  One of the holidays (National Day), just passed.  I had 6 days off (including my usual Sunday and Wednesday).  I went to Wutai Mountain with my boss, her husband, and two other teachers. 
    Mt. Wutai is one of the most famous places in China.  There is a big monastery consisting of several temples there.  Thousands of Chinese people went there during the holiday to offer incense and prayers.  Of course, the religious spirit didn’t stop some Chinese from scamming the blonde foreigner.  Three young men anxiously tried to assist me as I burned my incense and sent my meditations to each of the four corners (as is the custom in this part of China).  Then proceeded to ask me for money, which I began to give to the first guy who helped me initially, but he then insisted I should give money to each of his friends for helping as well.  Fortunately, I was saved by the British teacher who came in and asked what I was doing.  I told him I thought I was being scammed, which of course I knew I was.  I am just too nice to flat out refuse.  Thank goodness he cut in.  He also helped me get the excellent deal I got on my new fox stole.  He loves to haggle, but personally I hate it and usually either just pay what they ask or don’t buy the item even if I want it.  I’m pretty sure I was way over-charged for grapes the other day.  Too bad I can’t find it in me to be tougher that way.  Consequently, I really dislike shopping in stores where there are no prices, but of course, the stores with prices are already higher priced (or would be if one haggled well).
    Beggars could be seen along the many paths and stairways of the temples and mountain.  Amazingly even a man with one leg managed to crawl halfway up the mountain.  I am sure whoever he works with or for, carried him up.  People could be seen walking up the mountain on step at a time; after each step he or she would fall prostrate, pray, and then walk one more step.  It takes many days to reach the main temple this way.  Even a woman with a small child doing this; the child was no more than 5 or 6 years old.  Coming down the mountain was fun since it began to pour rain and the steps were very slippery.  Being as tall as I am, coming down the stairs is especially difficult.  Going up the hundreds of stairs to the top of the mountain I was way ahead of the other two women (although Nathaniel, the 22 year old British teacher) was way ahead of all of us.  Going down I was in last place, and my legs would not stop shaking after.  
    I went to Yingze Park, which is not too far away from here.  It is a nice park where one can’t rent paddle boats and such if one is not alone.  It was terribly crowded with the holiday, although everywhere in China is crowded all the time.  Privacy is non-existent in many ways.  When I cook, wash dishes, or do laundry anyone passing by or looking out of their windows can see (and vice versa), and the sounds from every other apartment carry.  I always know when someone comes or goes and can even recognize footsteps and door sounds.  Life is fairly regimented with the work schedules being similar for everyone and all apartment gates locking by 11 pm.  There would be no way to stay out late without staying in a hotel or something.
        My own classes start tomorrow (although I have a full 10 1/2-hr day).  All Chinese days are 10 hours because lunch is 2.5 hours long.  I kind of dislike it, but in some ways it makes the afternoons seem much shorter.  The Chinese nap during lunch, which is why they need such a long lunch, but with such short evenings they have to.  At least some days I get off earlier.  Since I can’t nap, the lack of sleep catches up to me on my days off, and I end up sleeping the morning away, but feeling better.  As it is I have my second cold since arriving in China.  The heat will not come on until Nov 5.  It is controlled by the government, but even so I am told it is not very good, which I am sure is true.  This winter is supposed to be particularly cold worldwide.  Send me warm thoughts!

Sasha

China letter #2

     Taiyuan is a city surrounded by mountains on three sides, but one can only see the mountains on fair, sunny days.  Many, if not most days are cloudy or hazy both as a result of pollution and because we are still in the rainy season.  I am told that there are many more sunny days now than there were 10 or even 5 years ago because Taiyuan (and China) has done a lot to clean up its act the past few years, although the recent increase in automobiles here has led to the first decline in air quality in 5 years.  I have to admit I expected worse and only on especially bad days when I am standing at the bus stop does the air quality really bother me.
     In terms of air the stench of garbage is alive everywhere in this city because there are no dumpsters or even outdoor trash cans that I can see.  Piles of trash take the place of official garbage cans and double as compost piles.  In the apartment complex cement beds filled with dirt serve the same purpose, and unseen people come and take some of the garbage away.    I say some because it is obvious that it is regularly being taken ways, but some items will remain for many days.  Stray cats also live on or near the heaps ferreting out food, and if they are lucky they find some meat and can be seen running to hide with their treasure.
     The people are a dichotomy of cold, urban rudeness and old world hospitality.  Hoards of people push and shove each other to gain space on overcrowded buses.  On congested streets I am often jostled without apology, and people will unabashedly cut in line.  I often walk down the street to hear calls of “hello”, and if I look will get a smile and wave (usually these are young men, because the women are shy and seem to be less open).  If I return the greeting or simply smile and wave back I am usually met with beaming grins.
     The school where I teach is on a University campus and is thus teeming with young people.  Old people like to hang out on the campus as well I presume for its spacious grounds and courtyards.  They can be seen at various hours of the day enacting traditional Chinese chance for exercise or practicing Tai-Chi either individually or in large groups.  I see one elderly woman in the common court between our apartments daily, doing some modified form of Tai-chi or Qi-dong.   Seeing the elderly exercise outdoors in this manner is a routine sight, and I assume it is why they can live so long despite the terrible air pollution and public indoor smoking.
  I have not adventured much beyond my neighborhood yet as my teaching and my own school work keep me pretty busy, and I am conserving money until I get my first paycheck around the 16th.  I feel no pressing need to try to go out and find places, in the process of which I will inevitably get lost, since I have already seen so much in China.  It is kind of relieving and nice to just come home after half a day of teaching and stay home.  Some days I have a full day, but some days I only teach 4 hours.  I was asked to add 4 hours (for overtime) starting next week so I will be a bit busier. 
      It seems to be typical for Chinese (and Korean) people not to communicate in advance the plans of the day or changes in plans.  I was told last week that all the teachers had to attend a 1 hour training session about University application from a University counselor so we can better help our students in the process.  At 7:20 this morning I got a knock on my door to find out the training was at 8 am, and at 9 am there was a parent-teacher conference where I would have to talk about the student’s behavior and performance to the parents.  Last week they changed my schedule, but did not tell me, so I went in to school after lunch only to find out I did not have to teach for 2 more hours.  If one wants to learn flexibility, Asia is the place to do it.  I am actually amazed at my own level of patience and tolerance in terms of the noise, being pushed or elbowed on the bus, waiting for buses that don’t arrive on time (and then 2 arrive one after another!).  I suppose I have to owe it to a combination of my older age and yoga.
Sasha



China letter 1 -arrival in Taiyuan

    I arrived in Taiyuan at 9:30 pm and was met by a friendly school administrator named Cherry, my boss’s husband and one of my students.  They cheerfully loaded my luggage into the car and informed me that my boss and two other students were waiting for us in a restaurant where we would have dinner.  The feast was traditional Chinese style with a round rotating table and multiple dishes.  Since I had eaten during my 5 hour layover in Beijing I was full, but sampled from various dishes to appease my hosts.
    After dinner I was taken to my apartment which is below my boss’s apartment.  It is very spacious and has several closets, in sharp contrast to my Korean apartment.  However, it is similar to my Korean apartment in that I have a wet bathroom (the shower is open and the whole bathroom floor gets wet and drains out.  The kitchen is also wet (unlike my Korean kitchen) because the washer is very third world.  A hose extends from the bottom of the washer so the water will pump out into the floor drain (but of course it goes all over the floor anyway).  I tried to put the hose in the sink, but discovered the washer would not run if I lifted the hose.  An entire wash, rise, spin cycle takes either 6 or 9 hours.  I have no dryer so my clothes drip dry on the ceiling rack built into the kitchen.  This is a plus, since in Korea I hung clothes over doors and on the windows to dry.  I have a gas stove top burner to cook and a refrigerator and freezer.
    Driving in China is as crazy as I remember.  There seem to be no rules other than try not to hit the guys near year or trying to pull out in front of you.  I would not want to drive here.  The drivers do not even pay attention to the marked lanes and pull in and out of traffic on the faith that other drivers will stop, and miraculously they seem to.  Honking the horn is the main tool driver’s use to clear the way, although with so many horns blaring it’s a wonder anyone pays attention at all.
  I had forgotten the odd Chinese habit of standing around like sentinels when waiting tables.  Since I am alone this time and not with other teachers, it can be especially uncomfortable being watched by 5 or 6 waitresses waiting to attend my every need all for no tip. 
    My boss and her husband are very nice.  They invited up to their apartment for lunch the other day.  Her husband (like mine) does most of the cooking.  Lunch consisted of rice and some side dishes including: corned beef, cold tomatoes topped with sugar, soybeans cooked with beef, and some kind of soft spicy crouton, and spicy peanuts.  They toasted me with Tsingtao, the most known Chinese beer.
    My students speak English quite well and are very ambitious.  Each class is 2-hours long, which I find difficult since I am not very long-winded or naturally talkative.  However, so far things are going pretty well and the students seem to be warming up to me relatively quickly.  Classes are six days a week, but my actual normal teaching hours are only 20-hours per week with the rest of the time for class preparation (which for the academic classes is considerable so far). 
    Today I saw firsthand the efficiency of Chinese medicine.  For $35 and in about ½ hour I and many others got a blood test, urine test, sonogram, EKG, chest X-ray, blood pressure, height, weight and eye check.  Next time I need a physical I think I just come to China!  I wonder why American medicine cannot be so efficient.  They simply took one person after the other in each room for each task and got it done in record time.  At least 30 people got done in the same hour.
    My boss and her husband are currently in my apartment taping up the internet cord to the walls so it won’t be in the way on the floor.  That is very nice of them.  Personally I would have lived with it on the floor for 10-months.
‘Til next time….

The Final Good-Bye

I fold your T-shirt and put it in a cardboard box,
along with all my memories of you.
The threat of tears choked into the pit in my stomach,
 a writhing serpent, swallowed whole.
I choke back the vomit as the serpent grows.
It’s nothing personal, I know,
But I can’t help but feel this death is final.
 We have nothing in common; we haven’t spoken in ages;
Yet the memories of our brief time haunt me,
 and I feel your absence all the more now,
even as I attempt to drown the dragon in my belly.

copyright March 2011

The Perfect Moment

It was the perfect moment –
Youthful exuberance mingled with unconsummated love.
If only I had known that that moment was the penultimate one-
The moment that would both haunt and console me,
the way whiskey consoles an alcoholic.
I don’t regret losing that moment
 any more than one could truly regret enjoying an exquisite delicacy.
I have only just learned in my fourth decade that time savored in the present
Is a precious gift, while time mourned or hoped for is a recipe for a life
Of mediocre pleasures and dulled sorrows.

copyright March 2011 by S. Mink