Tuesday, July 3, 2007

A Seriously "China" China Visit

My cousins Michelle and David are here for two weeks, getting their name on the Visitors Point Tally with 1 and 2 points, respectively (David gets and extra point because it's his first ever trip outside the United States). While any trip to China is sure to include some unexpected events, David and Michelle have had a lot of "only here" moments. To name a few:

- received counterfeit 50 RMB bill; found out when they tried to pay for something with it
- saw a car on fire, Chinese firefighters put it out (a real Chinese fire drill!)
- received counterfeit 50 RMB bill (again!)
- their taxi slammed into a pedestrian and sent her flying; driver yelled at victim
- a vendor reached into Michelle's wallet to take money from her at Great Wall; 1 fake 50 RMB note disposed of

Of course, this is on top of the bajillion taxi close calls with their life, a 4-hour hike up an almost vertical mountain; the usual bargaining adventures; watching me fight (unsuccessfully) with an Air China Duty Manager after our flight's check-in closed early so we couldn't get on it; sleeping on a traditional "kang" bed in one of the dirtiest supposed tourist sites I've seen in China (more on Pingyao in a later post); a Cultural Revolution restaurant experience where they denied us food while we were in a VIP room and forbid us to take pictures.

Suffice to say, this is a trip that is going to make even more stories than the usual China jaunt. Also, Michelle is now expertly trained in identifying fake Chinese bills.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

New Color Scheme for Summer

I haven't been blogging for the last couple of weeks because now is time to get ready for my Chinese exam next week, so not only haven't I wanted to spend much time blogging, but I also haven't been seeing a lot of blog-worthy things. What I'm really looking forward to is not the test, but the the arrival of two special visitors the following day.

Since both Michelle and David will be getting their names on the Visitors Point Tally with this
visit, I've re-posted the details of the VPT in the comment below.

I promise more postings after this week!

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

China's National College Entrance Exam 高考

This week is China's annual national college entrance exam, known less-than-affectionately as the "gao kao." The gao kao is the only way for most students to get into university.

The gao kao would be just another rite of passage, if it weren't for the shortage of slots at universities
. According to the Ministry of Education, 5.67 million students will be able to enroll in college this fall, but over 10 million have registered for the exam. Chinese people describe the gao kao as 千军万马过独木桥 "a thousand soldiers and 10,000 horses crossing single plank bridge."

Moreover, not all of the available university slots are equal. This year's college graduates faced a serious job shortage, with many taking menial jobs just to have some income, so a degree from one of the higher-ranked universities is an essential asset in the intense competition for good jobs. It's true that the Chinese economy is growing wildly, but 1.3 billion is an awfully large population to employ, and many of the available jobs are for skilled laborers, not educated intellectuals, in the construction or manufacturing sectors.


Adding to the pressure on this weeks test takers is the fact that they are mostly only-children, and they have both a cultural and a legal responsibility to provide financially for both their parents in the future. Their performance on this week's test will determine not only which university their attend, but also to some extent which major they will be allowed to study, and thus their future profession. Rural families are known to give up their farming, home, and income to move to cities where, due to the quirks of the test system, their child will be able to get into a university with a lower score than those who attend high school in the village.

For a more complete picture of how intense the pressure these high school students face, and the ferocious tempest of parental angst that swirls around them, check out this sampling of articles in the last month alone:

June 5: Stressed Parents Drug Kids for Exam -
Some stressed out parents in Shanghai have been searching for a prescription stimulant to give their children ahead of this week's national college exams, according to the Beijing News. Pushy parents and grandparents are as anxious as the youngsters about the highly competitive exam, and would buy whatever tonics and drugs were promoted on TV or recommended by friends. They were also booking quiet but expensive hotel rooms near examination halls.

June 1: Police Seize Cheating Devices Before Exam -
A market inspector shows a purse-like electronic device made for cheating ahead of the national college entrance exam in Jinan, East China's Shandong Province, May 31, 2007. Police raided a shop and confiscated a large number of cheating devices.

May 30: Worried Parents Told to Relax -
An event held last weekend that was designed to provide free psychological counseling for students ahead of their college entrance exams ended up attracting more parents than teenagers. One father said, "I would wake up suddenly in the night, thinking that my son was going to fail his exam; then I would not be able to get back to sleep."

May 29: China Establishes "Credibility Record" to Combat Exam Fraud -
Cases of cheating in national educational tests, including the College Entrance Examination and postgraduate recruitment exams, would be entered on the record. The record, expected to be available online, would be open to higher educational institutions and employers for reference.

May 10: Maids Sought for Exam Season - Demand for specialized ayi, or domestic helpers, trained in nutrition and student psychology and skilled at cooking, is growing as the entrance examinations for universities and senior high-schools draw near.

This last one is a bit older, but illustrative.
Apr 19: Leak of College Entrance Exam Paper "Impossible" - The people who design the college entrance exam papers are "confined" in certain places during the exam conception phase and hand over their mobile phones and computers during the process. After the exam papers have been written, the exam designers are "confined" for a further 30 to 40 days for the sake of confidentiality.

Harmonious Society's Harmonious Exercise

Like the US and much of the West, China is facing a growing - literally - problem with juvenile obesity. China's modern, only children are less active and better-fed than previous generations, and the looming specter of the 高考 "gaokao", the ridiculously intense college selection exam, ties many to their desk studying late into the night, with no time for recreational exercise.

A recent study by the Chinese Youth and Children's Research Center found that Chinese children spend an average of 8.6 hours per day at school, with some spending 12 hours per day in the classroom. After school and on weekends, most students - at all ages, not just those preparing for the gaokao - attend additional tutoring or "cram school" classes, and this does not include extracurricular activities such as music. They have very little time for free play and exercise, and 60% of respondents claimed they didn't even have any playmates.

The Ministry of Education has announced a solution: mandatory dancing. Elementary and secondary school students will be required, during their break periods or extra-curricular times, to practice specific 4-5 minute dances developed by the government specifically for this purpose. There are different dances for different ages, and the whole set of dances will be revised every two years. And of course, the teachers must learn the dances as well.

I wonder, considering the Ministry itself cites excessive homework and a shortage of time as reasons for children's failure to exercise, is forcing them to use their free time to do an activity many won't like really the best way to encourage good habits?

Saturday, June 2, 2007

I don't make these things up...

Many advertisements in Chinese cities, including some I occasionally receive by SMS text on my cell phone, promise to make "genuine," or at least, realistic official documentation of any kind - diplomas, work verification, temporary resident cards, awards, etc. But I never saw an advertisement offering pre-framed English-language certificates for your wall...

Last weekend, I took a bunch of items to be framed, including my Foreign Service Officer commission. When I returned this morning to pick them up, the framed items were waiting in the showroom, alongside many other beautifully framed items for sale and pickup. The salesperson pointed to the commission told me, "Someone asked to buy
this one, but I said no!" Although the customer presumably didn't know exactly what it was, he told her, "It would make me look like I had big accomplishments."

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

In Defense of MSG 味精论

Monosodium glutamate, or MSG, gets a bad rap. Most people who haven't lived in Asia don't realize how wonderfully useful this food additive is, or how ubiquitous it is, even in the US.

So what is MSG? Without getting scientific, it's a white crystal flavor enhancer that looks a lot like big grains of salt. I understand it's made from fermenting beets or cane sugar molasses. You ordinarily won't see it in your food, except in some cases where the cook sprinkles a lot on at the very end of preparation, in which case you'll see a little layer of it on the top of your dish. This is something I've only see happen in China, never in Chinese restaurants at home.

In Chinese, the word for MSG is 味精 wei4jing1, or "essence of flavor." As far as I know, MSG does not have a flavor of its own; rather, it does amazing things for the existing flavors in a dish - makes them "jump out and dance on your tongue," as one friend put it. Apparently the particular combination of chemicals in MSG excites our taste receptors, making the flavors in our mouth come alive.

MSG and gluatamates are responsible for our enjoyment of savoriness, or umami. It makes me feel old to say a new taste has been invented since I was in school, but it's true. In biology class, I learned there are four tastes: sweet, sour, salty, and bitter. But at some point we in the West became aware of the flavor that Japanese call "umami," which is the savory and "full" mouth sensation associated with things like ripe tomatoes and veal with onions.

When you make a dish without MSG or another form of "free glutamates", it's pretty hard to replicate umami. What's the difference between dull, limp spinach sauteed in a oil and garlic at home and delicious but simple greens served at a Chinese restaurant? MSG. If the Chinese food you're eating in the States tastes bland, check the menu. I bet it proudly states "No MSG!"

But what about the evils of MSG, from numbing on the back of the neck, to excessive blood pressure, to migraines? There are certainly some people with sensitivity to MSG, although the International Food Information Council has made clear that there is no such thing as a true MSG allergy. The thing is, the small number of people who are sensitive to MSG are sensitive to a lot more than Chinese food. Naturally-occurring or additive MSG and glutamates are found in almost all American fast food, flavored potato chips and other "junk food" type chips, canned soups & soup mixes, Parmesean cheese, cold-cuts, mushrooms, some veggie burgers, salad dressings, seaweed, fish extract, fresh tomatoes & tomato juice, some seasoned flours, sausage, etc... So the next time some health nut refuses to eat Chinese food because of the MSG but dashes off for a veggie burger and a protein shake with a seaweed booster, feel free to raise an eyebrow. Finally, glutamates are abundant in human breast milk, another thing that makes me doubt they are as dangerous to humans as many people say.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

The National Pig and Pork Reserve

There's no question a rising super-power like China has oil reserves and weapons reserves, the world's largest reserve of US dollars... But do you know about China's national pig and pork reserve?

The Chinese consume pig meat like no other group of people on Earth. In addition to being the most important ingredient in a wide variety of actual pork dishes and dumplings, pork is also used to flavor every type of meat dish, not to mention the little flecks of pork you find at the bottom of vegetable dishes. Pigs, by the way are considered the smartest animals in the Chinese zodiac because they are clever enough not to do any work for anyone else but just to lie around and eat all day - a good life, and the kind of life many modern Chinese mothers hope for their own only-children to have.

As you can imagine, the recent rapid rise in the price of pigs (71% in a month) and pork (29% in a month) has effected everyone in the country except a few Buddhists. The dumpling stall by our school - so delicious they've been known to make people find religion - raised the price of a half-dozen dumplings from 3 RMB to 3.5 RMB. Figure in the exchange rate increase, and soon we might be paying a whole 50 cents for lunch!

Premier Wen JiaBao personally went to Xi'an to "investigate" the pig situation. In addition to high prices for the corn used to feed , he also found that this years pig production was reduced to due low pork prices in recent years and a blue ear disease outbreak.

The government has since announced it is prepared to rely on the national pig and pork reserve to ameliorate the situation.
I immediately thought of imperial stores of valuable treasures like jade, gold, and of course, pigs. It turns out the reserve is a much more modern construct, managed under the state-owned China Merchandise Reserve Management Center.

Since I'm not sure I will be able to take a field trip to see the pigs & pork reserve, and if I did, I doubt they would allow my camera in such a mission-essential government facility, I'll leave you with this photo of the Chinese premier inspecting pork in Xi'an.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

It's Not a Language Problem... 不是语言的问题...

The toughest problems communicating in Beijing arise not when a foreigner can't speak enough Chinese to explain what you mean, but when your meaning is so foreign it can't be explained. It's not a language problem, it's a conceptual problem. Or, as one of my colleague's teachers told him on a painful day, "Your language is fine. It's your thought process that's wrong."

One example is the American who asked me to help him translate his request to return a good to a salesman on the street for his money back. He realized he'd been overcharged (by about 1000%) for an item he purchased that he suspected all along was counterfeit, but he had believed would at least be better quality. He believed product failure within 12 hours was sufficient reason for a return. He also believed the reason the vendor wouldn't comply with his request was my inability to explain it in Chinese. He was wrong on all counts.

Such miscommunication is understandable between a street vendor and a fresh-off-the-boat China newbie, I guess. I was much more surprised when it happened with a very with-it, educated, open-minded Chinese friend who speaks excellent English and often hangs out with Westerners. When I mentioned a fundraiser I attended for the 2007 Special Olympics World Games 特殊奥运会, which are going to be held in China, my friend said, "Ah, right, the 'Handicapped Olympics' 残疾奥运会."

I pointed out the term "special" in English - and in Chinese, for that matter - highlights the special qualities the athletes demonstrate in daily life and in competition. The word "handicapped," on the other hand, suggests being held back by something, when clearly athletes who train for a long time and come from all over the world to compete are not letting themselves be held back.

"Oh, there's nothing negative about the word handicapped," was the response, "It just means that their body is broken or they are weak in the head." I'm not particularly PC, but I couldn't take that definition any more than my friend could understand why it bothered me.

In general, any portion of the population that is markedly different from the other 1.4 billion people around here has a tough time. I was glad to see the enthusiasm at the fundraiser, as well as the other events in the leadup to the Special Olympics, which should increase awareness. The government has made some effort in this regard. On May 20, mobile phone customers in Beijing received a SMS blast message notifying us of the 17th annual National Help the Disabled Day (全国助残日), which is held on the third Sunday of May. The message encouraged Beijingers to consider the situation of disabled people in society. I'm sure all the international attention approaching the Olympics does not hurt the effort to shine some light on this aspect of human rights in China.

For more information about the 2007 Special Olympics, follow this link to the web site. The fundraiser, by the way, was to raise money for an website that will show results and live and archived streaming video of each athlete so friends and relatives can watch from anywhere in the world.

Monday, May 21, 2007

"Water goods" (水货) All Around...

I recently dealt with two electronics markets in Beijing: the cleverly named "Buy Now" (百闹) computer mall, whose name means "100 Computers" in Chinese (literally "100 brains", because the word for computer is "electric brain"); and the 2nd-hand appliance market, where every type of machine from the Atari onward rests in various states of assembly and disrepair. My goal was to obtain a replacement power cord for my Apple iBook G4 at a reasonable price. In the end, it turned out to be cheaper and more convenient to wait for my mother to send the replacement part from the States and to purchase a tiny little used laptop to hold me over until my Apple is functional again.

How could this be, you might be wondering? After all, these things are all made in China, right? Plus, one look around at the uber-connected Chinese youth (and older people too - even peasants use SMS text messaging), and you know there is no shortage of mobile, wireless, and other computing technology in country. But "Made in China" is not the same as available in China, and the brand name you see is not necessarily the brand name you get.

Most of my belongings are part of a free-trade life cycle: they were produced in China and sent to the US, and now they have returned here with me. But unlike immigrants, these goods likely never saw the light of day in their home country. Most goods for export are sent directly from production to shipping and stop only for customs inspection before heading overseas. Despite what vendors might say, the ubiquitous, inexpensive look-alikes of famous Western brands here are rarely, if ever, over-runs, mistakes, or genuine goods authorized for sale on the local market. They are usually completely counterfeit knock-offs, local products with a recognizeable brand's label slapped on. Those that are not entirely fake night be unauthorized runs made at the real factory with some of the real materials purchased under the table from a real supplier.

If you want to buy the real product, you can get it, but not cheaply - it's been exported and re-imported, so your price tag includes two directions of shipping and two countries' customs duties. And if you're not absolutely sure you're buying a genuine product, you'll always have the nagging feeling you paid a fortune for something that's only worth a few dollars. That was my experience searching for my power cord at Buy Now. Last week, I bought a power cord at an Apple Authorized Reseller stall there - one of only a handful of Apple stalls in a sea of HP, Dell, IBM, Canon, and local knockoffs of the same. I had to bargain hard to get the price down to almost $100 USD, still more than the $80 price on the Apple web site. I needed the cord, though, and I was willing to pay for a product I knew was genuine. You can imagine my frustration, then, when the precious power cord, worth more than I usually spend on a pair of nice shoes, broke within a week of purchase.

I returned to the stall and was told they would sell me a replacement for the same price. But why should I have to pay, I asked, when it's clearly a problem with your product? Since I hadn't specifically negotiated a guarantee at the time of purchase, I was out of luck on that front. This time, I insisted on one-year guarantee. "No possibility! 不可能!" I was told, "This product can only be guaranteed for three months." I happen to have learned from the Apple web site their products are guaranteed for a year, so I fought.

Eventually, the sales manager came back with the following solution, "This can be guaranteed only for 3 months, but we have a better one that can be guaranteed for a year, which is a bit more expensive." By a "bit" more expensive, he meant over twice the price. I hit the roof. I know there is "no possibility" that Apple makes two versions of an accessory, a still-not-so-cheap one that will break in three months and a ridiculously expensive one that will break in a year. The vendor explained that one was domestically produced, and one was "original," and of course the one I had bought the week before was domestic.

I have no idea whether the power cord I had previously purchased from them was a "domestically-produced" Apple product, a used item that had just reached the end of its lifespan, or a fake. The stall does carry genuine new Apple products, but that doesn't mean they don't deal other stuff on the side as well. All I knew for sure was, there was no way I wanted to pay these guys another $200 or more for a possibly unreliable version of an $80 product. What else could I do, though? Hardly anyone in mainland China uses Apple computers, and this was pretty much the only place in Beijing to buy accessories for them.

Possibly sensing impeding meltdown of my own not-so-electronic brain, my friend Mark offered a suggestion: what about the second-hand appliance market? You could buy a cheap computer to hold you over for the three weeks until you get the power cord from the States (Mark had recently done such a thing himself).

I had been to that market once before, to purchase a cell phone for a friend who didn’t speak much Chinese. On that visit, I learned that 2nd-hand was sort of a misnomer – there were plenty of brand new cell phones and other electronics to be had. When I asked one vendor if his phones were so inexpensive because they were second-hand, he looked affronted, "I wouldn’t sell you a used product!" he exclaimed with pride, "It’s 水货 'water goods'! Quality guaranteed."

"Water goods" means smuggled goods, which slip into the country over water without stopping at the ports, or looking at it another way, flow through every corner of the country like water. There is virtually no social stigma against owning smuggled goods, any more than fakes. Another time, my hairdresser commented that the price I spent on my own cell phone was so cheap, it must be smuggled. "No way! I cried, I bought it at the China Mobile store, I wouldn’t mess with smuggled goods!" He looked surprised at my outburst and grumbled, "Well, it was a good bargain anyway."

I don’t have to get into the many reasons reasonable foreigners, especially diplomats, would want to avoid purchasing smuggled goods or counterfeits. The thing is, in many cases, illegitimate is the only option. The water goods, along with their their counterfeit and pirated brethren, flood the market so thoroughly, they drown any legal, genuine products. Frugal, recently-risen-to-middle-class consumers easily become accustomed to the products and low prices, making it extraordinarily difficult for the legitimate producer, who invested heavily in research to develop the product, to compete and turn a profit.

One US movie company, for example, opened a store in Beijing selling DVDs for around $2, almost the same as a DVD on the street, specifically to encourage Chinese shoppers to buy the real thing. But even at the same price, the genuine DVDs were not worth the effort to walk past dozens of guys selling high-quality pirated movie, software, and music DVDs from all brands and all countries, just to go to a store that sold only one label of American movies. I understand the store has since closed.

On this visit to the second-hand appliance market, I took care to browse at only stalls with old, beat-up looking products, both because I wanted something cheap and because I wanted to make sure I was getting truly a second-hand, not smuggled or pirated, product.

I doubted it would be worth the time and money to get an additional computer instead of a power cord. The idea sounded so ridiculous and wasteful, there must be a Chinese four-character idiom to describe it. But it turned out not to be that ridiculous at all. After less than a half hour of looking, I found a slim, light, mini-laptop for the same price as the 3-month guarantee power cord at the Apple Reseller. It was fairly old, and pretty basic, but it can do what I need – word processing in Chinese and English, and of course wireless and DSL internet access. I noticed it had Windows ME and asked why it didn’t have Windows XP as the sticker in it indicated. "Oh, ignore that, I just put it there to make it sell better," said the vendor. Well, at least he’s honest – sort of.

So I am blogging at this very moment from my new gadget, no match for my beloved iBook G4, but certainly functional. I researched the model and found it was originally made strictly for the Japanese market, it’s pretty old, and the operating system cannot be changed from Asian languages to English, all of which makes me feel like the price I paid was about right. If I were a Japanese person buying this new several years ago, this would have been a pretty hot item. Now, it simply fills my requirements: genuine, not smuggled, and capable of going online.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Kenya - Mombasa

Located at sea level 4 degrees south of the equator, Mombasa was "Africa hot." Sitting in the shade with fans going, like I did while sipping masala tea at this cafe, you enjoy the illusory relief of waves of warm air brushing your sweaty skin, but as you an you stand up, you realize you haven't cooled off at all. In the sun, you bake.

I'm sure the temperature contributes to the languid feeling of the place, and I basically just wandered the streets enjoying the unhurried pace, the market street with lively printed fabrics hanging between cheap molded plastic household items and imported second-hand children's clothing, and the faded Indo-Arab architecture. It was safe to walk around alone, and I even hopped into a little 3-wheeled fresh air taxi when my legs had enough of strolling in the sun.

At Fort Jesus, originally part of the Portuguese trading network in East Africa, I had a very typical run-in with an African huckster. It was the low season for tourism in Mombasa, and at many moments I was the lone foreigner wandering past small stores, attracting a never-ending round of the, "Jambo, Sister, come look at my shop, look for free! Karibou!" chorus.

When I reached the fort, I paid too much for a barely-cold Fanta at a kiosk where the seller refused to tell me the price until I agreed to buy and pulled out my wallet, then I stood for a moment checking out the sign board posting entrance prices (Kenyans 100 Kenyan Shillings, East Africans 400 KSh, Others 800 KSh).

As I paused, a neat-looking gentleman in blue shirtsleeves with an official Mombasa Tour Guide badge approached me and began explaining the fee structure for the attraction (as written on the sign), the rules for taking photographs (only allowed inside, once you pay - no photographs of the outside), and the fact that you need a guide to tour the fort.

Hmmm? I was 98% it was not required to have a tour guide to visit the fort - after all, "walking tour" pamphlet was available for 100 shillings, and why would they sell that if you couldn't walk around without a guide? And none of the guide books that mentioned Fort Jesus mentioned anything about having a guide accompany you. Plus, I was 100% sure that I just wanted to walk around by myself.

He wouldn't leave my side as I approached the entrance, and when I questioned him, he repeatedly answered that I "must" have a guide. But "must" is not the same as "required" is it? So I stopped him and asked, "Are you telling me there is a rule at this fort that I cannot enter unless I have a guide?" He hesitated before squaring his shoulders and declaring, "Yes." I didn't see a way, short of physical violence, of getting him away from me, so I just turned and walked toward the ticket booth. Also, the little bit of doubt in me thought, if I do end up stuck wandering this fort with this guy, I don't really want him to be surly and angry at me.

When we got up the ramp to the entrance, he greeted the ticket seller, leaned casually on the counter, and started chatting with him like old friends. He waved his hand for me to pass him my entrance fee so he could get the ticket, but I stepped up to the counter instead. "Is it not permitted for me to enter on my own? Do I have to have a guide?" I asked. The ticket man raised an eyebrow and paused, at which point my guide straightened up and said, "Oh, no, if you don't want to do it that way, there is the pamphlet for 100 Ksh, here, pay 100, and you can walk it yourself, if that is how you want to do it. Is that what you want to do?" As if he had no idea...

Fort Jesus had beautiful views of the Indian Ocean, as did my hotel. There is a coral reef off the coast of Mombasa, and the waves break on the reef, leaving the water on the shore calm, clear, and sparkling. My dip in the Indian Ocean meant that I have now swum in 3 of the world's oceans - and I'm not planning on hitting the Arctic.

Follow the link below for more pictures of Mombasa:

Mombasa