Sep 7, 2009

The Last One


After a few eventful, stressful, and jam-packed full of stuff last few weeks in China I am back in the US. I couldn't update for a long time due to the Chinese government blocking Blogger and just about all the proxy servers too, but now I am safe and sound, forever changed by China: a little older, a lot better at speaking Mandarin, and with a great new appreciation for Asian girls. In terms of online communication, my life will likely return to being mainly facebook based now. Farewell, China blog, and thanks to everyone that made my experience for the past year so great.

-周乐民, Joe Lemien

Jun 24, 2009

I feel like I live in Little Italy

Every now and then I hear this sound. Maybe it is someone practicing trumpet. Maybe it is someone practicing trombone, or tuba. Who knows? All I know, is it really makes this place seem like a neighborhood. Makes it seem really friendly and homey. This morning, from just outside my window, I heard some old man berating some other guy for throwing a cigarette butt on the ground. Again, it makes it feel like a real neighborhood. This neighborhood, after all, home to several hundred people. And I am sure there are over one thousand within the gates of the complex. The gates which, as convenience would have it, have a single piece of metal missing a few feet to the side, allowing for easy access, regardless of what time it is. I like that. Why does the sound of some unknown brass instrument make me feel like I am in Little Italy (for brass it is, no woodwind has that much power)? And why does the concept of a friendly, livable neighborhood immediately bring Little Italy to mind? I have never even been to Little Italy. The closest I have been to little Italy is exchanging 'chiao's with Federicco, an Italian here in Beijing who Juggles (and juggles well, I might add). It certainly makes me miss that tiny Italian restaurant in Duluth though. There are many Italian restaurants here in Beijing, but none even come close to the scent, the feel, the atmosphere of authenticity that imbued that place. I'd like to eat there again when I am back in Duluth.

In other news, I am learning Spanish. I had my first class yesterday, I skipped all of class today, and I plan to be a very good student from now on. I am the only foreigner in the class (aside from the teacher, who I assume is Latin American from her accent), and I think I actually have a big advantage over many of the Chinese students. This is just because I grew up with a small amount of Spanish vocabulary and pronunciation in my environment (having a dad that majored in Spanish probably helped a little bit), so I already know the numbers 1-10, how to say hello and goodbye, and I can roll my tongue like there's no tomorrow. Makes the Spanish sounds is a lot easier for me than for the Chinese students. But with our four hours of class each day I imagine any gap there is starting should be gone pretty quick. Actually, I had to miss two hours of the first day of class so that I could see Jamie to the airport. He left the country yesterday afternoon (plane took off at 4:10), so I left class early to meet him one last time before fall quarter at Kalamazoo. It made me a bit sad to see him off. I didn't cry, but my eyes got a little wet as I watched him show his ticket and passport to the security guard, and walk away, becoming smaller and smaller against the background of imposing airport architecture. That evening I actually got sicker and sicker, until Lili finally pumped me full of Chinese medicine and made me eat something. Currently, I am feeling the most healthy I have felt in the past week. However, this morning I was unable to go to Spanish class at all. This is because I had to work. I had scheduled the work Monday afternoon, but the Cetvantes Institute didn't tell me that the class was starting on Tuesday until Monday evening. By then it was too late to rearrange my work schedule (believe me: I tried). But starting tomorrow morning 9:30am I am going to go to class for four hours every weekday, and study in the afternoons and evenings. I obviously won't be fluent after 60 hours of class, or even conversational, but I am excited to be able to get a basic education in the Spanish language.

Jun 16, 2009

A wonderful job come and gone, and a new language about to start

I found this awesome job with a group called Dandelion Hiking(http://www.chinahiking.cn/). A Chinese lady runs the group, and she needed an English speaking assistant/secretary to help her translate emails, put adds online, and translate on the hikes for any guests that can't speak Chinese. AWESOME! We went to an old part of the great wall two weekends ago, and this past weekend we went to JingXi ancient road, an old roadway that has been used for hundreds of years since the Yuan Dynasty (that's the one that the Mongols established). The pay wasn't great, but for the ease of the work and how much I enjoyed it I was pretty satisfied. Also, the groups tends to go to more "off the beaten track" places, so there aren't lots of other tourists, and there is a lot of calm and nature. Unfortunately, the boss sent me an email last night saying that she would rather have a female assistant. As much as I enjoyed working for her, I am gonna have to find something else to do now. *sad*

I am still waiting for my English Teaching companies (I am now with three of them) to get me some students. I really want to get some more, but I don't like just waiting for them to contact me. I have called my original company again, telling them again that I want some more students. I am, however, a bit unsatisfied with my current work situation, so I am gonna resume searching TheBeijinger.com for work. I have done the voice recording again, and they called me up to do it again tomorrow, which makes it an average of once a week. However, regardless of how nice the pay may be, I don't want to rely on that as my base income, since it is freelance work, and thus by definition unstable and unreliable.

This means that I am back to my original situation: the only steady reliable income I have is from the two high school students that I teach English to twice a week. Although that 440 RMB a week is enough to cover my food, transport, and other living expenses, it is not enough to earn back the money I paid for this apartment, nor enough to pay for the acrobatic school I plan on for August. I just picked up another expense too: I am gonna take Spanish class. I think it is cheaper here than it would be to take a community college class in the US, and I have free time up the wazoo. So tomorrow I am gonna take my passport and 1,750 RMB to the Cervantes Institute of Beijing, and sign up for a three week super-intensive Spanish class. It will be from 9am to 1pm, Monday to Friday for three weeks, and it starts next Monday. I am glad that I can sign up so last minute, and that they have this kind of a short-term intensive class, particularly since I can't make a commitment to a longer term study due to my plan to attend the acrobatic school in August.

I also need to take care of my visa stuff. Specifically, I need an extension. I found a company that can help me for a bit under 2000 RMB. I called today but there was no answer, so I am gonna talk to some of the other foreign students I know that are still in Beijing to see what they are doing. Getting a visa is pretty important, since staying here is impossible without one.

Yeah, I guess I am a little worried about the job stuff and the visa stuff, both of which are pretty important. I am excited about learning Spanish though. My roommate, Veronica, can speak Spanish, so if I have questions I can just ask her. I am also excited because I am getting closer to being able to juggle 5 balls. I'm still not there, but I can feel progress. I can't think of anything else to write, so I am gonna just end it there.

Jun 7, 2009

Time to start doing this thing!

Two things I wanna say to preface this. First, I think I am gonna try and write a blog every week for the summer. Afterall, I have the free time now. That is my goal, secondly my sister finally got a facebook, and I had this nice long message written out to her about my life here in Beijing. I was just editing out some mistakes, so I hit 'backspace'... and lo and behold I returned to the previous page. Of course, when I forwarded to the message writing page, all my hard work was gone. :( Here is the revised and updated general info about my life which I had intended to send to my sister, here for her, my parents, and the entire world to see.

I suppose I will start with my new place. Well, my room doesn't have much floorspace, but the bed is really big. I can roll around as much as I want, comfortably sprawl out to read, watch movies on my computer, and lay almost completely sideways without my feet sticking out. Sheets here seems to lack the elastic billowing section at the corner that allows them to conveniently grip a mattress, so I just have them tucked in on the sides, but as much as I tend to wiggle around trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in they usually get tugged undone a bit. The kitchen is really small, but I imagine I won't be using it for much other than putting the meat/veggie/sauce combination that you get when you order gaifan(盖饭) on top of the rice, and then washing my chopsticks after I am done eating my takeout. If I make plenty of money and I decide to get really fancy maybe I will purchase a rice cooker, but I don't really see that happening. The bathroom is similar size to the kitchen, but it has all the necessities and then some: in addition to the toilet, sink, and shower trinity of bathroom needs, it also has a washing machine. That is DAMN nice, because I do NOT want to have to walk to the local laundromat every time I get tired of re-wearing my clothes for the 4th time. The living room is nothing special. In order to liven the room up a bit, it could really use a red, blue, or similarly strong-colored rug to warm it up a bit, as well as some more stuff hanging on the walls (Lili put up a painting I got in Xi'an, but it is kind of gray-blue colored, and positioned on a wall that I don't see very often). In retrospect, I think I shouldn't have given Veronica the big bedroom so readily, or I should at least have requested that she pay a bit more of the rent, since she has a bit more of the floorspace. I think maybe I will talk to her about that when she gets back from her vacation in Yunnan. The location of my apartment is fantastic too! Less than a 10 minute walk (or a 3 minute bus ride) from the subway, not to mention the bus routes that go by here can get me all over the city. The neighborhood has lots of little shops, although less cheap restaurants than I would like. I have yet to do a thorough exploring of the shops, but I want to find somewhere to buy a yoga mat, and a guy told me that there is a magic shop around here too! There are several music shops, and if I had the disposable income for it I would waltz right in and sign up for lessons on some Chinese instrument, but I don't want to make any more financial commitments until I get some more work, preferably at least 1500 RMB per week.

My apartment costs 4000 in rent per month, so I pay 2000 per month. The acrobatic school I am planning on going to for August will cost about 4000-5000 RMB. Add on a bit of guesswork for food and miscellaneous necessities, and I came up with the goal of earning 12,000 RMB before August. With eight weeks, that breaks down to 1500 per week. My first week's earnings (not counting freelance work): 440 RMB. ...Hmmm. A bit of a gap there, eh? Yeah, I need some more students. The way my English teaching works is that I go through a company. Students go to the company to request one-on-one tutoring, and the company then introduces the student to a teacher. However, I have no students at the moment. I have let my company know for quite a while now that I want more students, but I am still sitting at zero. I am gonna get in touch with another English teaching company (the one my flatmate, Veronica, works with) this week, and try to work with them too. Outside of the English teaching companies, I have two steady students that have negotiated pay and classes with me personally, two high school students. We meet twice a week in a coffee shop in the trendy, international part of town, and I usually bring an article from an American newspaper, something I found on Simple English Wikipedia... something with an interesting topic that will teach them more than just language, but also about culture and life in America. It is always fun to teach them, because all three of us meet together (cheaper for them, and more money for me too), so we can have small discussions rather than just two way dialogues. I am trying to introduce a lot of ideas, but there are some things that they are not comfortable talking about or don't have much to say about (gay marriage) and some things that simply don't interest them at all (the US's international relations), so there is a lot communal decision making about what we should study each class. I like that a lot, because this way I don't feel like a totalitarian ruler, arbitrarily imposing my plan, but more like a little commune, deciding what we want to do as a group. Outside of teaching English, last week was my first time working as a voice recorder. Reading simple texts for three and a half hours was boring as hell, but at 200 RMB an hour (about $30/hour) it felt really nice to walk out of there with that wad of hundreds in my wallet. It is a freelance thing, so if they want me again the will call me. It is nice money, but since it isn't regular it isn't the kind of thing I want to rely on. There is also a place that calls me to teach English to a group of elementary school kids for several hours on some weekends for a few hundred RMB, but again: it's freelance work, so it not steady and I don't want to rely on it for my necessary income. Ideally, I want to get four or five more English students, so that my steady, reliable income will increase to 1500 per week, with occasional freelance work here and there. Not counting the freelance (which shouldn't be more than 600 or so each time), that would have me working about 12 or 14 hours each week, a significant increase from the three hours each week I am working now, just teaching the high school students.

I haven't just been hanging around though. Three things have been taking up my time recently: looking for more work, reading, and Meng Lili. Lili really like my new apartment. It is A LOT more comfortable than her dorm room, so she is hanging out here a lot. I am sure that her liking me has something to do with it, but the couch and the big screen TV probably help draw her here too. I am cool with her hanging out here though, not only 'cause I like her back, but also because she helped me out BIG TIME. Ya see, there are lots of English language books at the national library in Beijing, but foreigners aren't allowed to rent them. With my money put on the card as a deposit, Lili successfully got a library card, and is kindly letting me rent books off of it. I have my own library card for the national library as well, but I can only enter to read the books there. I am not allowed to take them out of the library using my own card. As far as the reading itself goes, I just finished my first book of the summer, one which has been on my reading list for a while, ever since seeing it recommended by my favorite anarcho-punk group: Cunt. To be honest, a lot of the book I didn't like. Her talk about how powerful women are, how playing chess prepares you for self-defense, and buying products only produced by fully women owned enterprises seemed a bit silly to me. (not to say that women are weak, but power is measured in relative terms. If you claim that women are powerful, the only people to contrast that with is men, who are just as numerous and just as powerful. In other words, stating that women are powerful implies that men are weak, and, tearing away all the socio-economic stuff and muscle mass, I fail to see a power difference between women and men as individuals in terms of will-power, passion, desire, etc.) However, it did have what seemed to me like some good recommendations in other sections of the book, so I would advise all of my female friends to read it, both as a to reawaken awareness to some of the constant dangers toward women in our society, and just as a way of being more aware of their own bodies. I agree with the author in the respect that I am surprised at how some of my female friends are so ignorant of what is actually happening in their body every month. Other books on my reading list for this summer include Wolf Totem, a story about a man who was sent to Inner Mongolia during the cultural revolution and his experience with the nature and culture there, Opening Up, a sociological work about sex and youth culture in Shanghai, The End of Poverty, concerning global wealth distribution, and several writings about various aspects of China, globalization, and minority cultures here. I can't spend my whole time here just reading books I find interesting though. I have to do some reading about potential SIP topics as well. I hope that some of the books I read about China and globalization can help give me some direction, and there are papers I can download from Jstor to supplement the books I read too. My current plan write now is to read a lot about ethic minorities in China and have that be my SIP, but we'll see how I feel about that subject come autumn. I have found another interesting work though, entitled Polyglot: How I Learn Languages, written by Kató Lomb, a Hungarian who ended up being able to use about twenty different languages to communicate, also being mostly self-taught. I have had vague plans to pick up French and Spanish after I leave China, and this has really helped me realize this vague idea into a real goal. Afterall, I am only 21! I have decades left, and if I spend the same amount of time and energy on French of Spanish for three years, I will be much more proficient in those languages than I am now with Chinese!

My job hunt has had some success, which is almost surprising considering how lazily I have been looking. I have been accepted as a secretary with a hiking group, Dandelion hiking. It is a really small business, and my pay will be appropriately small, but so will my working hours. I will mostly be doing fairly simple tasks which make use of my having English as a mother tongue: responding to emails which are written in English, and some minor translating. As a benefit, I get to go and climb the great wall or a nearby mountain every weekend! I went with the group just yesterday to a new part of the great wall, the most run down and un-restored section I have been to yet! It was raining, which actually made the hike not much fun, but It was nice to see some good sights. That was not the only time I got out of Beijing recently though! Last week at Juggling Club, Fede introduced me to Li Zhengkai, who was planning a two month performance tour from Beijing to Sichuan province. Fede felt I was one of the only Juggling Club regulars that had the confidence and skill to perform, so I signed my name right then and there. Zhengkai called me on Thursday afternoon to ask me if I could leave Beijing with him and his friends that evening, and I said yes as I started to pack my bags. A few hours later there with five of us in a car and Nirvana on the radio (these guys were musicians, and one of the retirements of being a modern musician in China is to be well-acquainted with whatever is popular in the West), it really felt like the beginning of a road trip. It was for them, but not me. Due to the fact that I had to go to the great wall on Saturday I wasn't able to stay with them for long, but during the two days we hung out in Hebei province I did my first real street performance. On a public square in a little city in Hebei, I span my fire staff, make jokes with the crowd, breathed fire, and earned 20 RMB in doing so. I was not the only member of the group to perform though. I was most impressed by Xifi, a crippled man with almost no use of his arms who does calligraphy, uses chopsticks, and does just about everything else with his feet, including performance art.

One thing I have not been doing at all? Studying Chinese. I could use the excuse that I am still arranging my life (what work I will do, what community organizations I will partake in, etc), but the thought of studying Chinese hasn't even crossed my mind... until tonight. I went into a resturant, looked at the menu on the wall, and I was amazed by how many characters I still didn't know. I think I will take a photograph of that wall, and then learn those characters. Then I will be able to order ANYTHING in the restaurant!

As a side note, June 4th just passed, anniversary of you-know-what back in '89. The Chinese
government is going crazy with their internet security, and Hotmail, Blogger, Youtube, and Twitter are all blocked. (I use a proxy server) I went to the square twice that day, once in the morning with Lili and her friend (an ethnic Tibetan who gave me the pleasure of hearing my first ever Tibetan rap), and again in the evening with Li Zhengkai before we left the city. There were more police officers than there were regular people in the square, and most of the security was in plain clothes. The need some acting classes though, and a better plan, because it was pretty damn easy to tell who was a cop and who was a tourist. The fact that stoic looking guys in t-shirts and polos (and Olympic volunteer shirts! What would the IOC think of that?) would hold umbrellas for other stoic looking guys in t-shirts and polos who were talking on a walkie-talkie, or would hang out and chat with uniformed guards helped to give it away a bit. Also, the fact that they tended to move in pairs of small groups, all have the same plaid umbrella (it was really bright that morning), and never lose their disciplined walk make it plain as day. When I was there in the evening, one Chinese guy even asked one of the guards “walking around here all day like that, do you get tired?”, and a pair of young Chinese guys mockingly waved Chinese flags and shouted “yeah!” to some security forces. It was nice to see these little expressions of joy on such a somber day. The night before I actually spent some time showing Lili youtube videos (accessed ia proxy server, of course. Youtube has been blocked for months) about what had happened twenty years ago.

May 8, 2009

Time for a Real Update!

It has been too long. The business of life as of late, the stress of studying and preparing for classes everyday, the frustration of not learning what I want to learn, and the desire to get off campus and do things in the city have kept me from writing for quite a while. Also, I am motivated to write about novel and interesting things. When I first arrived in China, almost everything was amazing and new, but I have adapted, and crossing the street in heavy traffic, spitting on the sidewalk, and the public transit system here all feel normal now, so it is rather unusual that so many blog-worthy things have happened lately. It feels good to have a bit of this motivation back.

What can I owe it too? A small amount is to the benefit of communicating in relationships. I mean relationships of any kind between people, but in my personal situation I am indeed talking about the connotation that the word usually has in English (a meaning which it lacks in Chinese), namely romantic relationships. More so, however, I believe that I owe it to John Lennon. It wasn't just listening to old Beatles songs that made my mood better. I am just now discovering what a damn cool guy John Lennon was. I am currently a little less than halfway through the film "U.S. vs John Lennon", and I have to admit: I had no idea he was this politically active. How inspiring. Especially due to how I have been in China these past several months, mostly disconnected from political happenings in the U.S., disconnected from people who would help to motivate me, and just disconnected from conversations about politics (conversations about politics are usually just conversations about people's opinions about politics. In China, most individuals have no effect on the political system. Having a strong opinion has no benefit or advantage, and often has large disadvantages, so why bother?), politics has mostly left my mind. Certainly, every now and then I will read a news article in the New York Times or the Christian Science Monitor(recommended by Noam Chomsky!), and when I feel particularly receptive to liberal or radical news I even wait for the daily Democracy Now! show to load, but in day to day life I am usually more concerned with eating, studying, sleeping, studying, and finding fun things to do when I am done studying. Due to this gap between my current mindset and all of the political and radical things that I have been interested in for the past few years, watching this documentary about John Lennon is like a blast from the past; a little drop of amnesia elixir, reminding me that the world is big and Beijing is actually not the center of it.

Now that I have explained my motivation for writing, I suppose I might as well go ahead and tell you what life has been like recently. Well, I went to a Chinese school dance the other night, and I noticed some cultural differences. One thing is that the "DJ" (With my experience behind the DJ table, I find it difficult and a little painful to use that term to refer the OBVIOUSLY unskilled person controlling the music) clearly had no objection to playing the same song as many as three or four times throughout the night, and variety of songs available (of which I think there were six or seven) all sounded similar enough that they could conceivably just be techno remixes of each other. I was actually surprised at how quickly kids got out on the dance floor one the fast music started. Just like in the U.S., nobody wants to be the first out there, but I expected critical mass to accumulate much slower here. It seemed about the same as any high school dance in America (granted, these were Chinese graduate students). Another factor about this dance, first a bunch of fast songs were played, then a bunch of slow songs, and then the same bunch of fast songs. Aside from what I already commented about the songs all sounding suspiciously similar, the only slow songs played were waltzes. I could understand this as a cultural thing, except for the fact that hardly any of the students knew how to walks. One couple was doing some excellent salsa moves, but they were completely ignoring the rhythm of the music and just doing there own thing. I ended up teaching four or five people the basic box step waltz, and I was treated like such a hero for doing so (mostly because I was white and could speak decent Chinese. If I was a Chinese guy teaching the waltz it would be a lot more normal.) The last special observation I have to share is about the time frame. It went like this: The dance started at 7:30, and it ended at around 9:30. For those of you who may have trouble remembering being in your early twenties, I will paint a clearer picture. Most American youth have not even begun to prepare to dance by 9:30. Out the door at 10pm would seem early to many of the people that I know form college in America. This was a night where I really wish that I had my DJ equipment, and I would just rock that floor.

Dancing is not all that I have been doing of late, however. Looking has been a primary activity for the past week or so. For what, one may ask? When decided to live in a city (as I have done), it is usually convenient to have a home. As a young foreigner without much savings, a cheap apartment is exactly what I am looking for. I found one today that I like quite a bit. It is in the Jiao dao kou (交道口) area of Beijing, which is pretty centrally located, near the subway, near convenient bus stations, and a neighbor hood that is kind of hip, not to mention my favorite theater in town, home to both the Beijing Actors Workshop and Beijing Improv. It has two bedrooms, and is going for 4000 RMB per month. Or perhaps I should say it went for 4000 RMB per month, as I just payed the deposit today. Not gonna lie: I am a little worried about two things. First, I don't have a roommate yet. I have two possibilities, but neither has given me a definite yes. The other, I was only able to meet with the agent not the landlord, so I haven't actually signed the contract. Hmmmm. I didn't think about this until Meng Lili told me that I was stupid, but now I am a little worried that I just got scammed big time. I didn't get any vibes or anything, and everything seemed pretty legit, but worrying won't do any good until Monday when I give 'housing agent lady' a call to see whether or not she pick up her phone. If not, then I just learned an expensive (and painful) lesson.

Just a pre-warning here: Anyone not comfortable with reading about facts that are (or should be) obvious to everyone, and blunt and honest conversations about sex and private parts may want to skip the this paragraph. Warning over.Returning from meeting with the agent and paying the deposit is by far my most interesting conversation with a taxi driver to date. (although just the other day I had an encounter with an ethnic Manchu cabbie who told me that his ancestors were banner men in the Ming Dynasty. Kind cool!) It all started with that all too natural male impulse. As I got in his cab, I scratched my crotch and rearranged... well, I think everyone reading this is old enough to know what I was rearranging. I noticed something was funny when I noticed him eying my crotch. It started out innocently enough: he asked me if I wore underwear. I said no, and although it took a while for me to actually explain to him that I meant I did not find it comfortable, and I found no sufficiently convincing reason to wear it, I eventually made myself understood. He then asked how old I was and I replied that I was only 21, still a child. After having discussed our underwear habits for five minutes, he must of felt fairly comfortable, because the conversation kept expanding from there (get the pun? hehe). He started to ask me if I had sex, how big I was (I don't mean height in cm), how long it takes me to... well, finish, and similar questions all relating to sex and genitals. I found one of the more humorous questions to be when he asked "舒服吗?", which translates to "Comfortable?" (with the implied context being having sex. Chinese is big on implied things and context) Well, comfortable is not the first word I would use to describe the major motivation in life for young people with hormones around the world, but I eventually managed to portray the fact that although sex was enjoyable, in my opinion neither "fun" nor "comfortable" really described it very actually. He went on to ask if my girlfriend was a virgin, if my first time was with a virgin, and various other questions, all of which I am sure that I am the only student from CET who would understand (I think I am the only CET student whose Chinese vocabulary includes the ability to describe sexual organs, virginity, and sexual orgasm). In fact, I am getting a very humorous image in my head imagining some of my classmates in a similar situation, trying to guess from context what the word 处女 or 射 means. Arriving back home, I paid him his money and went on my way, wondering when the next time would be that I would have that open and relaxed a conversation about such private, personal, and intimate matters with a complete stranger (all I know about him is that he is a Beijing taxi driver, and he has been married for six or seven years).

Meng Lili and I got together for dinner tonight, and we went to a place of her choosing, a Mongolian restaurant near 民族大学, which might be translated at Ethnicity University. Most of the students there are ethnic minorities, and there are a lot od ethnic minority restaurants in the area. After dinner we walked around the 民族大学 campus, and we discovered some kind of community dance. According to Lili they were doing an Tibetan dance. I sort of wanted to join in and learn it, but my mood wasn't right, and jumping into it just seemed wrong. Lili and I ended up talking though, and it was a good thing we did. There are a lot of cultural differences between the U.S. and China, and to make this kind of a cross-cultural relationship work, communication skills have to be at a maximum. The things we say, how we say them, and the things we don't say are interpreted completely different ways from what we intend, just because we send out these messages from one cultural lens, but they are interpreted my a lens with different standards and norms. I need to display more appreciation for her (she feels like she is in second place compared to juggling, a complain I never thought I would hear), and all of her making fun of me and teasing about flirting with other with boys is apparently very common in Chinese couples. There were several times during the evening when if she was an American girl, I would have been sure we would be talking about breaking up within minutes, but I guess to Chinese girls complaining about how "you don't understand me" and "I need to look out for future prospects" don't have the same meaning they might have in an American couple. I gotta wonder: after working with this, what is it gonna be like dating an American girl again (something I do plan on doing again eventually)?

My summer plans are almost set. Apartment is almost secured, the visa situation is almost taken care of, the job situation is looking good, and my application to the acrobatics school is almost complete. It is, however, past midnight here in the Northern Capital, and I need to get up early tomorrow to buy munchies and drinks for the bike hike along the big wall. 晚安.