Friday, April 27
These ladies are practicing some sort of dance with pots on their heads. Most of them have their pots wrapped in a plastic bag and many of them have on face masks to keep from breathing in the dust/pollution in the air.
Our early blossoms! In the picture above, you can see the tricycles that they use a lot for delivery here. All the furniture I bought from the used furniture market was delivered on one of those.
And since I was in the picture taking mode this week, I took a picture of this huge hamburger on a pole that advertises the nearby burger place. I just think it's funny.
I'm leaving for Beijing tonight and then to Korea tomorrow for my friend's wedding in Pusan! I am excited about the wedding and about visiting this city on the coast that I've never been to. Warmer weather ahead!
Sunday, April 22
Despite the fact that I never really feel prepared, I feel satisfaction in learning about the topics I teach and have found myself lately without enough time in class to finish what I hoped we could cover. That's a much better feeling than coming up with time fillers like I was the first two weeks of class. I am enjoying this process of being a learner myself and conveying the information I think is important. I'm also enjoying the fact that many (not all, of course) of my students are very curious and will read all the outside reading and other assignments I give them even though they only have two assessments during the whole semester.
Next week is our spring break type holiday. It's May holiday, which is May 1st, 2nd, and 3rd so our campus scheduled classes on Monday and Friday of the holiday week. But, most of the students (and teachers) don't want to go to school on those days so they scheduled make up classes on Saturday and Sunday of this weekend. I'm super glad I don't have class on Monday and Friday! I'm going to Pusan, Korea for my friend's wedding. I'm excited about seeing the beach and eating dduk bokki, soondae and o-daeng!
Thursday, April 19
I walked a different way out of my friends' house and saw this house in the right foreground that burns the coal for the neighborhood. It's hardly even cold anymore but still the chimney is spewing out the nasty smoke.
And I took a picture of my lunch yesterday. It's one of my favorite meals to eat alone. (For some reason I don't order it when I'm eating with people. I wonder if that means something?) It's kimchi tuna stew served with rice and whatever ban-chan (side dishes) they have made up that week. Usually it's this: tofu strips and radish cubes, both pickled with chili sauce.
Monday, April 16
Today is the first day in about two weeks that I haven't had commitments outside myself due to visitors. I treated it like a Saturday (since I don't teach or have language class on Mondays) but now I feel like such a procrastinator. I actually got up and got going very early (in the surprise morning snow!) but then came back home to cook myself brunch and got tired, so I took a long nap. I finally got around to planning for my American culture class later in the day but I'm still not finished. As usual I am feeling uninspired for it, although I am teaching on the American education system which I know relatively more about than other topics I teach on. I've learned that the class goes fine in the end. I'm always so relieved when it's over for the week!
So, since I'm procrastinating by writing this blog, I will leave it at that as I need to continue to educate myself to educate on education tomorrow.
Sunday, April 8
Crossing the street is an art. You have to have a mix of about 85% courage and belief that the drivers will see you and swerve around you on a busy street and 15% caution to know when is not the right time to step out. On a busy street that has pedestrian lights (there are a few of these), you can (and should) follow them, but you can't trust them.
Street muck and stink is common. You just get used to it. But, occasionally you get a refreshing smell of cooking rice or roasting sweet potatoes. You have to know how to ignore the nasty smells and breathe deeply of the nice ones.
Buses don't always stop fully for you to get on, but don't worry, because the guy who takes your money will pull you up by the arm if you need it. He'll also push you (gently) off if you don't get off quickly enough. The driver is not your friend. He will not go slowly over bumps or wait for you to get your footing or a hold of anything before he steps on the gas. He might even take pleasure in seeing you fly into someone's lap (at least I imagine that's his secret entertainment).
Weird things about my apartment: The toilet doesn't flush well. There aren't many electric plugs (this is why there is a huge market for extension cords in China). There is a window in between the two bedrooms because the inside bedroom doesn't have another window. The water heater takes a good 45 minutes to heat up for a shower and the other faucets aren't connected to the water heater so the water that comes out of them is ice cold. The on and off switch on the oven doesn't work so you have to plug and unplug it to turn it on and off. The military guys at the base that we are right next to sometimes come and shout at the statue that is right below the apartment at 6am.
There are probably other things too, these are just the things that I have found myself explaining (or not able to explain) recently.
Sunday, April 1
"...he talked of marriage and how after three or more years he would find a wife. There were often schedules like this for the young Chinese I knew; they were pragmatists about love as well as politics and nearly everything else. The young man explained his reasons - in three years he would be twenty eight years old, which was neither too young nor too old, and by then he should have enough money to get married."
This is another quote from Rivertown by Peter Hessler that I identify with. My students here in China and many people in Korea when I go back to visit ask when I plan to marry. Well, if my plans would actually work, I would have planned to get married a few years ago. I guess, if I look at it from their perspective, they are young and can still have ideas that life can be planned out according to what is expected of them and what they want.
When I am asked this question, I smile and ask them how it's possible to plan things like that. They smile back and admit that it's difficult, but I can still see the question in them wondering about this single girl.
Most of the sound came from car horns, and it is difficult to explain how constant this sound was. I can start by saying: Drivers in Fuling honked a lot. ...they were always passing each other in a mad rush to get to wherever they were going. They honked at other cars, and they honked at pedestrians. They honked whenever they passed somebody, or whenever they were being passed themselves. They honked when nobody was passing but somebody might be considering it, or when the road was empty and there was nobody to pass but the thought of passing or being passed had just passed through the driver's mind. Just like that, an unthinking reflex: the driver honked. They did it so often that they didn't even feel the contact point beneath their fingers, and the other drivers and pedestrians were so familiar with the sound that they essentially didn't hear it. Nobody reacted to horns anymore; they served no purpose. A honk in Fuling was like a tree falling in the forest- for all intents and purposes it was silent.The sounds of car horns in our city still annoy me. There are quite a few cabs here, and they're always honking. I think they honk more at foreigners, but I could be wrong. If I hear one honk at me as he approaches, I ignore it and wave down the next one if possible. I try not to reward their honking unless I'm in a hurry or there are no other cabs in sight.