Monday, April 28, 2008

Time to Leave to the Field












email correspondence on 4/16

"hi all - quite a week over here as well. As we speak I am waiting for a driver to pick me up from my hotel in a small town in Ningxia Province, it

> seems I have been "red flagged" by the local police, and kindly asked to get

> the hell out of Ningxia, ASAP. My beijing institute booked me a flight

> back to beijing this afternoon, Hoping the red flag does not travel

> with me back to the capital. There is a popular phrase here now,

> "don't be like CNN". I swear I have been laying low, but the blondie

> thing does it everytime. I am a bit nervous, but in not

> scared for my safety. I backed up my computer and am just looking

> forward to getting on that damn flight. its a 1 1/2 trip from where I

> am now (Qingtongxia) to the Yinchuan Airport. Sadly, this is becoming

> my typical china experience!!!!"

4/19/2008 - Abridged Reflection

Perhaps the stress I keep going through in my 20’s, ending up in polluted remote Chinese places, where I clearly don’t belong, and being chased out by local police, is become a longer life pattern. Of course, being chased out is an overstatement.

On the way to the Yinchuan Airport I had a good time chatting with the Ningxia Province officials. To keep things interesting however, there was a police barricade along the highway. SHIT – so scary, they were totally unrelated to “catching the foreigner!”

Friday, April 18, 2008

A Walk Thru the Park





I attended the Good Luck Beijing Games yesterday, the Synchronized Swimming Event in the Water Cube, The cube is amazing! I was wondering how Beijing Committee preparing for uncertainty and "unexpected events" in the games, were these types of social-political problems anticipated? Security was certainly high for these pre-events but what stood out the most was the incompleteness of the facilities and the lack of transport options to and from the park. Likewise, the air pollution here is as tick & choking as ever. The entire sound system in the cube also crashed (stopped) during the Venezuelan duos performance, how terrible for them!

the most popular phrase here now is "don't be like CNN", so the foreigners here are laying low. The anti-western media backlash in the Chinese Media is intense, however, the sentiment on the street seems as though locals are indifferent to the ongoing international banter. This phrase from a NY Times article for me articulates the main ideological difference between our cultures, that being differing views on the rights of the individual vs the greater, collective good:

"Bai Ru, 22, a business management student originally from Inner Mongolia, said she trusted the government to take whatever measures were necessary to ensure a seamless Olympics. She said personal sacrifice, including stifling one's dissatisfaction with the political status quo, was for the collective good."


http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/18/world/asia/18china.html?ref=asia

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

My Birthday Noodles





Oh my god – I am XX years old! We arrived today in Zhongning (中宁), Ningxia Province. We are closer to Yanchuan, putting us seemingly closer to civilization! The town is smaller but seems better off, cleaner, not as removed as Zhongwei, there is a real bar next door to the hotel called 4:55, which I WOULD love to try out, but having to sneak out like a teen-ager for every non-group activity is becoming somewhat demeaning! As I sit here typing, I am sipping on a Tsingdao beer surreptitiously sneaked in while the team was in a group meeting. We didn’t visit any villages today. LJ hosted a very nice lunch for me where I ate some special noodles, with an egg on top. From configuration of the egg one is supposed to be able to divine the fate of one's upcoming year, I had no such ability to translate my egg. (see photo!); and the group sang me Happy Birthday. Very sweet.

After lunch we headed out for an afternoon adventure, shopping for Gouqi (枸杞) The market was huge yet only a few marketers were there to sell the gouqi. I love watching the Chinese bargaining in full effect. We browsed, inquired, bargained, walked away, returned, tasted, continued to bargain, up to the very last moment as we were transferring the money into the shop-woman’s hands. I really couldn’t tell one farmer’s berries from another, yet at least a dozen wolfberry sellers were present to separately sell their wares. And within each seller, there were at least 3 different varieties of wolfberries. In the end, I think we got the best berries for the best price, for sure! It was a lot of fun!

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Notes from a Dusty Land




NINGXIA WATER MANAGEMENT SURVEY TRIP (4/10 – 4/26)

4/11/2008

Day 2 in the Ningxia Water management and governance field work. Our team of 14 people, plus LJ, the research team leader, plus me, flew from Beijing to Yinchuan, Ningxia yesterday. Flying in over Yinchuan 2 things stood out, first the vast nothingness of the landscape, flat, dry, brown dusty land in all direction, leaving one to wonder what (who?) can possibly survive in this place. We had lunch in town with the directors from Ningxia Water Resource Bureau. Same old rite of passage story, wine to drink, toast after toast after toast to be had with the different officials. The director was in his mid-50s thereabouts, the rest of his crew were younger, from a very young 27 to about the mid-thirties. Delicacies here seem to be wolfberries (goqi), from which they make wine, tea, liquor. Today we had pigeon, pretty disgusting with tiny little bones in every bite.

Following lunch on Thursday, we immediately drove from the capital city to a remote city just south of the Inner Mongolia border called Zhongwei (中卫城市). As we drove though the province, the land looked positively un-arable, like a dusty plain with peasants out on the field kicking up dust with hoes and shovels. It is really planting season for the main crops of wheat and maize, so the seemingly barren fields are actually being tilled and planted, but it looks desolate and dead. The farmers are primarily Hui people, a Muslim ethnic minority here in northwestern China, I haven’t actually seen too many of the Hui, aside from tilling their dusty roadside land on the drive in.

The land is spotted with earthen made greenhouses, that are simply huge. I first thought they were giant kilns like I saw in remote Gansu, but from looking at the other side, one can see the arced plastic wall with a small opening where I could glimpse the little green buddlings growing inside. The village we went to today did not appear to have these giant greenhouses.

After arriving to Zhongwei, we almost immediately headed to dinner, although we were all tired, drunk, and stuffed from lunch. We had to endure the customary meal and drinks here in Zhongwei with the county deputy of water resource, who is also the municipal secretary of the communist party. This guy was a sight. A body like a big sack of potatoes with a belt cinched around his mid-section, a mouth full of rotted out teeth, and a scar across his left earlobe where someone, something, had clearly taken a big bite! He was crass, a drunk, and obstinate about everyone drinking and playing dice with him, under threat of his verbal lashing if you did not. I had the joy of sitting next to him, his noxious breath, flying mucouses and yelling voice. The other official from Ningxia Province that is accompanying us, I will never forget as he has a big puss sore under his left nostril, that does not stop him from picking his nose in plain view and inflaming his puss sore.

The village today was a practice run for the enumerators, and not in the actual sample. It was dilapidated and poor, with a flashy village leader with a shiny jogging suit and a palm pilot phone. They must import and place these guys in the villages, this guy had clearly not been raised on a farm, the state of one’s finger nails always tell the story! He had the plump fleshy arms and manicured nails of a bureaucrat, as opposed to the wirey-armed farmers with soil filled nails embedded in crusted over cuticles. It was so surreal to hear my survey questions read out loud, and responded to by farmers. The farmer I listened in on laughed at my questions! It will be interesting to see what comes of these responses.

LJ has been chatting with more of the officials, I hope to have a chance to inquire with her, about more of the conversations she has been having. Especially about flows of money, and job tenure. It would be great to find out more – through her in an informal way. Signing off from a dusty place!

Friday, April 4, 2008

my place, my water meter



The hype is true, I found a place to live! My humble abode is near the Gulou Station, just north of Houhai Lake, which is a fantastic and happening district in central Beijing. I am thrilled to be here, as some may know, this apartment deal has been in the works for a while with a fellow Fulbighter. First I had the place, then the landlord said it wasn't ok (4 days before I arrived!), then just this Tuesday, my room-mate let me know, their quarrel had ended and I was again allowed to move in.

Before getting to the insane quirkiness and glory of the actual abode, let me comment that such a landlord tenant situation in Beijing is quite normal these days. Only in recent years have apartments become privately owned. Before recent reforms apartments were owned by state-run companies where the workers lived, with huge rental subsidies, and generally located adjacent to the work place (makes sense!). As apartments have turned over to the private market, the system for ownership, taxes, and property rights is murky, especially to me. Now add a little American blondie moving in to your apartment, and profile of your place becomes much more "on the radar" as foreigners both attract attention, and require require more in depth registration with the local police. The attention of the police/city means that the landlord has to pay more taxes, and would be reluctant to have any extra trouble that we could cause. The level of anxiety here toward foreigners is high right now as the Oly. Games approach. The landlord really didn't understand all of the aspects involved with having foreigners live here, as my roommate is Chinese-American and is treated like a daughter by him. The landlord seems to be more comfortable with the situation for now and I will do my best to keep gossip and stories from this apartment to a minimum, and not cause trouble! (not always so easy for me!)

My roommate is from San Francisco and is a documentary film maker and fellow Fulbright scholar. She has introduced me to the local dumpling restaurant, the coffee shop, the vegetable market, and the beer/sundry market in the neighborhood. The apartment itself, and the relationships and dynamics with the neighbors could fill this page! My roommate calls our apartment recycled chic. We flush the toilet with the run off from the sink, the clothes washer in the kitchen is attached to the tap in a very particular way, the level of ingenuity to keep the electricity, water and sewage working is impressive! Both the gas and the water meters are in plain sight which keeps one aware of the usage, to the cubic meter of water.

I am amazed and excited to be comfortably situated here, and will keep updating this page on stories and perhaps next, more impressions of the city and culture itself. I head to the countryside (Ningxia Province) on April 10 for 2 weeks to participate in a survey on irrigation water management with my host institute, the Center of Chinese Agricultural Policy. I hope to be able to post from the field.

For those looking for a mailing address, you can't mail me at home because apparently the post office put in brand new secure, shiny boxes downstairs last year, but never provided keys! too funny! I can receive mail at my office:

Center for Chinese Agricultural Policy
Chinese Academy of Sciences
Jia, No.11, Datun Rd, Anwai
Beijjing 100101, China

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Welcome to my 1,000 miles / 欢迎 到我的一千里.

Welcome to the blog of Christine.

Let me explain this blog's name.

I learned this Chinese Proverb a long time ago, and it has inspired me often to pursue some dream or another:

千里之行﹐始於足下
Qian li zhi xing, shi yu zu xia

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step"

credited to Laozi, an ancient Chinese philosopher

In recent days, I have begun a journey to study in China as a Fulbright Fellow for 10 months in pursuit of research related to my PhD in Environmental Planning from University of North Carolina.

During my travels back and forth to China, among other journeys I have taken in my life, I often wonder, "how did I end up here???"
Perhaps
optimistic naïveté, an adventurous spirit, a sense of wonder of things in this world. Something alive in me impelled me recently me take that first step, and look where I am now - Beijing, China!

With this blog, I hope my friends, family, colleagues can participate in my journey as I spend most of 2008 in Beijing China, along with the 15 million or so other humans here with me for the momentous year in China's modern era. The countdown to the Olympic Games is on, and preparations are in full motion throughout the city. With this blog, I hope to share thoughts, update people on my whereabouts, my research progress, some photos, and more.

Looking forward to the moments after that first HARD step!!!!

Also credited to Laozi,
道可道﹐非常道;名可名,非常名。
Dao ke dao, fei chang dao; ming ke ming, fei chang ming.
”The Dao that can be explained is not the true Dao; the Dao that can be named is not the true name of the Dao.”