Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Safety Schmafety

Let's take the whole family, including Junior, out for ride ... no helmets required!
Kunming, Yunnan Province, about 450 miles away from Tongren, as the crow flies,
or a one-hour flight followed by a 13-hour train ride on an evil green train
Safety in China comes down to one statement, “Enter at your own risk.”

Seat belts are missing in vehicles. “Caution! Wet Floor!” signs don't mark freshly mopped, slick floors. No ropes surround an open manhole on the sidewalk, so you see a missing cover and a round drop.

During the Chinese New Year, everyone lit fireworks, day and night. This is the birthplace of fireworks, after all. I could buy shooting rocket from a street vendor and walk five steps away to light it. These were the “big-deal” fireworks, the kind that shoot up into the sky, bursting into rusty red stars, the same fireworks that require high-stakes permits in the good old USA.

My favorite scene is watching a moped driver wear a helmet, but his straps are not clicked together under his chin. Instead, they are floating in the breeze alongside his ears as he zips around the taxi. Or, the metal fabricator has safety goggles, but as he’s searing through a sheet of metal with his shooting flame, those goggles sit on the ground, next to his knee. If I don’t want to singe myself with the renegade sparks, I need to keep myself away.

The lack of safety-control rules in China makes the United States look extremely over protected. In China, you are responsible for yourself and your actions. This is one of many ideological differences. People here are not sue-happy. People are aware they are making decisions, and they drink the hot tea without the printed warning that reads, “Caution. The beverage you are about to drink is extremely hot.” People don’t blame others for common-sense things that they should know in the first place. And, as a friend crassly noted, there are a billion people. Perhaps a lack of safety regulations is one way to control the population a bit. 

However, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, drink cold water in the winter. You will catch a cold.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

What?!? It's Leap Year?


Chinese New Year's Eve, January 22, 2012
Chongqing, an 8-hour train ride from Tongren, a city of 35 million people
China is a time void. The usual calendar markers do not exist. No Halloween. No Thanksgiving. No Christmas. No New Year’s. Thank goodness I still have a birthday. Chinese New Year is a whole different ball game that takes place on its own terms. China follows all of its own rules.

Without events to mark the passing day, weeks, and months, I loose track of time. It could be November or February. There’s no need to know the date … the fourth, the eleventh, the nineteenth … it doesn’t really matter. A “biggie” date, like December 25, means nothing here. It’s just another date for a teaching plan about apples, oranges, and grapes. I must think really hard about what day of the week I am currently living.

Having no sense of time is an odd and slightly dangerous feeling. It’s hard to know if I exist and if anything I do is real.

Until a few minutes ago, I forgot this year was Leap Year. Actually, I was shocked and alarmed that I had no idea. I usually get excited about such things. It’s a special day, one whole extra day to do something.

Only here, today is just like any other day. That’s China.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Ohh!!

Simply adorable ... little-kid boots hanging on the clothesline ...  this just makes me smile!






Get to the Point

The Chinese language tends to be very straight-forward, even blunt.

Chinglish, or the Chinese translation of English, can be just as straight-forward, and it can be quite amusing. The stripped-down interpretations often carry a strong thread of truth that makes me pause and think.

Check out this sign in the old city of Lijiang, in Yunnan Province. I have to say that I agree.