Wednesday, February 21, 2007

My Newest Business Venture...

My German friend Felix found this on Shamian Island near Guangzhou.
The sign reads "Free stroller for adopted babies."

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Happy Happy Pig Pig!

Holy smokes. Literally. It's 00:44 am Chinese New Year Eve, and just in my neighborhood alone we've burnt through enough fireworks that'll put all of Texas on July 4th to shame. A Google Earth Hack of China should reveal an expansive blanket of smoke covering the whole of this big ol' country. For the past sixty minutes, colorful, sometimes circular patterns have been pounding the sky non-stop, one after another. In my neighborhood there are about 15 high-rise buildings, and each alone has stocked up enough ammo to last through the year (I swear my complex has a van parked out front full of explosives.) Strings of red firecracker explode from the 10th, 20th, 30th floor of the Shanghai skyline.

Funny, these Chinese people. I live in a country in which the idea of celebrating is to place ten pounds of fully loaded fireworks directly under a set of power cables, and then proceed light them all up. After igniting the explosive fireworks directly under the power cables they then watch from no less than 15 feet away (because, apparently, any further you wouldn't be able to see a single darn thing) But however we celebrate it, today signifies a new beginning, carving out a fresh start, a resetting of all parameters. Goals are decided, reflections made, and most importantly, little red envelopes are passed out by the lovely folks of marriagedom. Happy New Year!

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Thursday, February 15, 2007

Fuzhou: Inopportune Opportunities

Recently a group of friends and I took a trip through eastern China before flying into Thailand for three weeks. Though not exactly remote cities, Fuzhou and Xiamen were definitely a different cup of tea from the fast, glamorous but slightly seedy flavor of Shanghai. In the past, my experience with the Fukinese is limited to the New York Chinatown street vendors, who have established an intricate underground system of selling knock-off merchandise without getting caught by the NYPD. Walkie talkies, an unintelligible dialect, and mad guts all formulate an impressive game of Dodge the Man In Blue. But bootleg gear isn't this community's bread and butter. Fuzhou, a quiet but prosperous city of roughly 6.6 million, is the major source of undocumented Chinese American aliens residing in the United States. This particular industry emerged in the 70's to atone for China’s political repression and policies of sterilization and forced abortion. Patrick Radden Keefe of the New Yorker wrote an entertaining piece about the exciting but infamous oddyssey of New York Chinatown's most notorious human trafficker- a short petite woman named Sister Ping who grew up in Fuzhou. Aside from illegal racketeering, however, Fuzhou also has some of the dirtiest and most ill-maintained zoos in the world. A recent article in the Speigel piqued our interest in Chinese zoos. It's a typical Chinese fallacy: Jump on an idea without fully realizing the actual overhead and maintenance it takes to run it. Many zoos are opened almost overnight, most privately owned, with a large inventory of animals with the assumption that it will undoubtedly attract tons of animal-loving visitors. Unfortunately the budget is often undermined, visitors never show, and ultimately the zoo falls into human-induced Darwinian chaos- birds are fed to alligators, alligators to the lions, and the lions sold to the Chinese black-market for food. The situation wasn't quite so dire at the Fuzhou Zoo, but I've never seen a more sad, depressed and luckless bunch. Monkeys in dirty square boxes. An orangutan, unflinching, unmoving, and spiritless. A whole pack of wolves, stuffed into a series of cages no larger than 10 ft by 40 ft total. The list goes on.

But I guess its all a bit comical, even absurd, my complaining of improper animal treatment in Fuzhou. I mean, just down the street, someone probably just paid $10,000 US dollars to be shipped on a month-long journey to be illegally smuggled to the states through some of the shadiest places on earth, with a likelihood of dying on the way, so that s/he can spend the next five years of his/her life paying off the debt of the cost of freedom. "But that's voluntary", one may argue in defense of the disadvantaged caged ones. A good rebuke would be to ask, "And who are the caged ones?" Hmmm...

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