China's Recent Crackdown on Technology

The New York Time's lead editorial in today's newspaper is :  China's Self-Desctructive Tech Crackdown.  It's worth a read; here's the link:
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/01/31/opinion/chinas-self-destructive-tech-crackdown.html?hp&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=c-column-top-span-region&region=c-column-top-span-region&WT.nav=c-column-top-span-region&_r=0

On a personal note, it makes me a little crazy every time I forget I'm in China and expect my requests for various Internet sites to be answered smoothly, or at all.  I have been paying monthly for a VPN (virtual private network) to use Google, and most other American sites the Chinese government has deemed as impure, including my beloved New York Times.  Using a VPN slows down the already slow connections we have, because I have to pretend I'm really in Denver, or Los Angeles, or anywhere but China, and the routing has to go through that server and then to me.  I've gotten somewhat used to it, use the Internet less, try to download anything at night so it won't take 30 hours, etc.  But recently, in the last few weeks, Astrill, the most popular VPN in China is playing a cat and mouse game with the government, and it's currently losing.  Astrill has sent messages out to all its users asking for their patience as they try to further encrypt their system so the government techies can't access Astrill and shut it down, but it's going to take time.
This is perhaps the most irritating thing about living in China, to be honest.  I just want to use my computer, and I would personally attest to President Xi that the information I get and give has no impact on the national security. I fear that China's international image will suffer, but it is curious to me that the Chinese officials don't seem to care about their image, or are willing to infringe on their citizen's privacy in spite of the downside.  I do understand that the Hong Kong protests were pretty much run by social media, and so I get the threat, but sometimes I think the Chinese head honchos suffer from not enough time with the proletariat.  Not being able to access my e-mail might make me take to the streets, maybe, if I were a citizen.  

Daily Life in China, Part III: Cost of Living

When we were small I remember when someone said something that seemed unrelated to the conversation people would retort, "What's that got to do with the price of eggs in China?"  The saying itself doesn't have much to do with getting off topic either, but there you are.
Exactly what IS the price of eggs in China?  Well, for me it's a wet market purchase, so if you follow my blog regularly you'll know that I'm not quite sure what I pay for things there, because they ball up all your purchases and announce a price, all without a receipt.  But the price of things in China is an interesting topic.
Some things are much cheaper than the U.S., and others are outrageously expensive.  In the first category I would put most Chinese restaurants, and by Chinese I mean those that are serving mostly Chinese people, and also those Chinese who are NOT part of the burgeoning consumer-class of pretty well-off people who are very much into conspicuous consumption.  Just your average Chinese citizen can get a pretty good meal for a few bucks.  In my last blog I wrote about a restaurant that is probably for fairly affluent customers, but the bill was still only around 12 USD.  However, if you go to many of the very new restaurants here, Chinese, Korean, or Japanese, and all of the western menu ones, you are going to pay high end prices.  It's good food, but your bill for two is going to be similar to what you would pay in America, which is NOT what I'm looking for while I'm not in America. Today for brunch I paid 8 USD for a waffle.  It had some other weird stuff on the plate, a scoop of vanilla ice cream with unripe mango, but still, that was steep. Coffee drinks are another example of high end products.  While I'm not a coffee drinker, S is and I'm always a little alarmed at how much those fancy mocha, latte whip-creamy-type coffees are.  However, I'm pretty sure they are expensive in the U.S. as well.
Produce is another subject.  Fruit is usually cheaper, though when I buy blueberries here I pay 20 RMB, which is 3.20 USD for a half-pint.  However, I don't fuss about it because (1) they have fresh, quality blueberries for sale, which I never saw in India and (2) it's amazing that they have them fresh here this time of the year and (3) they are supposed to be a super healthy food, so I put this item under "health needs" on my budget instead of food.  Avocados, same story.  I paid 12 RMB (2 bucks) for an avocado, and I thank my lucky stars I can enjoy the luscious fruit once more.  Vegetables are cheap, extremely cheap.  Even beautiful, diverse, extremely fresh mushrooms are about 1/4 of the cost they would be in America.
Clothing is another item where racing to be Western (or just consumers) has resulted in quite expensive clothing.  I was at a gym in Chengdu and saw some great yoga pants.  They were over 100 USD. I thought I wasn't calculating correctly but the Chengdu Panda pulled me away, warning me that the price of clothing would not be Indian-like.  Not even close.  If I go to H & M or Mango, I can expect to pay what Europeans are paying for the clothes, if I can find my size, which the marketers of the stores smartly decided wasn't going to be the size of the average Chinese shopper.  High end clothing items abound, including shoes.  I found a Clarks Shoes store, and saw a shoe I bought for 50 USD over the summer; they were 240 dollars here, American dollars, not the Chinese RMB. The import taxes for luxury goods must be crazy high, or the stores think crazy people will buy them.  Which is another fact of life here; while there is a good supply of high end malls selling high end goods, there are NOT people lining up to buy the goods in the high end shops that I see.  Of course that could be because rich people don't shop on the weekends like us normals, or it could be that they send normal looking people to do their shopping for them.  I can't tell, and have no inside information on this yet.
Our apartment is 6000 RMB/month, which is about 1,000 USD. It's got 3 bedrooms, one quite small, but I wonder how much cheaper that is than a similar sized city in US.  I've not rented an apartment for a long time in the U.S. so I couldn't say.  Our utilities are probably pretty cheap, but the way in which I pay for them makes it difficult to tell. Here's how the school figured out would be easiest for us.  They assign us a realtor who helps us find an apartment.  After we have our apartment that person then becomes our life line to anything local.  We can call them with any question, and many do.  However, for the paying of the utilities, I give this real estate agent some cash.  They then receive all our bills for internet, gas, electricity and pay the bills until they are out of money, at which point they call and request more money.  When they come to collect the money, they give us all the old receipts for the bills they've paid.  That's all great but the receipts are in Mandarin, so I pretend to look them over then toss them.
Last, the price of services in China seems strikingly low for the most part.  I imagine it's due to the billion or so people who live here, but it's a good thing for us.  We recently got our motorcycle, really an electric bike, repaired for 5 kuai, which is less than a dollar.  I had to pay a guy to come put nails in my wall, and he charged me by the nail, which was 10 rm., which was pretty steep.  I'm afraid he charged me the infamous ex-pat tax.  I would have done it myself, but I couldn't find either a nail nor a hardware store.  He came without a hammer, though, so I had to lend him mine.  I wanted to charge him a "didn't-come-prepared" tax.

Daily Life in China: Part II, Eating Out

Bamboo cups of tea

When I first moved to China and Cheng Du Panda was still guiding us, we went to a restaurant called "Grandma's House", which is a chain of good quality, not very expensive Chinese food.  We were appalled at the line outside the restaurant and went searching for another place with no line, but the panda warned us that the Chinese think nothing of waiting an hour or more for a meal, and we would find that eating out is done by so many people in a country filled with people that on a Saturday night we weren't going to find our mythical "restaurant without a line".  She was right, damn it, as she so often is.

waiting for their turn

Last night we had a fantastic massage at one of the malls that has a "Grandma's House" restaurant in it, and we were hungry after all that relaxing, so I bravely went to the line, watched what the others were doing and guessed (inputting their phone numbers and how many in their party), then did it myself and got a ticket.  I was extremely proud of myself.  Next I grabbed one of the menus, and a steel stool and went to sit it out with S and about 70 or 80 other people.  I don't think they take reservations at this establishment; they want to see the whites of your eyes, THEN you get a ticket and wait.  It's actually a system I see more of in the U.S. in cities and it does make some sense.

studying the menu

There are a few differences to note in the crowds from here and the U.S., though.  First, there is some serious studying of the menu by everyone, as they encourage you to check off what you want before you get seated to speed the process along.  Brilliant idea, by the way, except this one didn't have any English. No problem, I put together some of my few words of Mandarin and asked for a menu in English, which I knew usually meant pictures.  They produced one and after that I was very cocky in my abilities to navigate this fun experience.  The Chinese menu features about 250-300 dishes, while ours was about 50 or 60, which is plenty.  We put bookmarks in the menu and waited. The others were still studying their menus and debating what they felt like eating; I felt exonerated completely from anyone who has ever complained I take too long to study the menu.  These people were memorizing it, debating it, changing it, and loving it all!
While waiting I notice several families had brought their snack boxes, and were distributing food to their group.  Genius.  Also, I saw more than one party with their 2-liter soda bottles tucked under their arms as they went in in case this place didn't carry their favorites, or to cut down on cost perhaps?  There is also a grand children's area with computers, a large bowl of cherry tomatoes, and a chandelier.

Seeing my neighbor's food made me peckish!

The wait was about 50 minutes, but then once we were inside, it was no more than 10 minutes before we had our first dish.  From then the dishes kept arriving in rapid sequence, and all without MSG since I used my remaining few words of Mandarin to explain I couldn't eat MSG and it would make me sick (Actually I think I said I was sick, and please no MSG, but tense is just a small detail.)
I finished the meal with a gorgeous fresh blackberry and pear juice, and all told the damage was only 76 quai, which is 12.33 cents USD.  And we have leftovers for S, and it was excellent quality food, not much oil and no MSG.  I need to get used to the lines and join the brigade for more of this excellent fare.  It's in the same mall as our gym, so I'm making some amendments to our gym schedule starting tomorrow.
The only aspect of the experience that was less than enjoyable was their electronic voice system for announcing whose table was ready.  There was a constant, loud announcement that said something like this, (again, guessing except the numbers) "Number A86, it's your turn to eat now.  It's your turn to eat now.  It's your turn to eat now."  A little grating.  I also was impressed by how quickly they left behind any slowpokes, erased their names from the LED display and went on to the next number.  We felt proud to have navigated the experience to such great success and had such a great outcome.  More beans, please!

My favorite dish in China:  Green beans sauteed with garlic and red peppers

Grilled Eggplant with spicy bread crumb-like topping: like buttah

Sweet Pork tenderloin and noodles

Daily Life in China: Part I, The Mall Performance

Every so often S and walk the block to our local neighborhood center/shopping mall to see what's up. What's up a lot of the time is some type of performance/competition on a make-shift stage, and lot of the time it involves cute kids with microphones in outrageous Las Vegas-worthy outfits.  A couple Saturdays ago there was a competition of sorts (Little Miss Star?), complete with a prize table (I believe the bicycle on stage was one of the grand prizes), an emcee with a tux, and a mob audience.  Actually the audience is one of the cultural quirky things.  While like the parents in the U.S. these parents are busy videotaping or capturing their darling's every movement with their phone camera, they also talk freely during the pieces, turning their backs on the stages frequently to do so, and seldom clap or show any emotion about the performance itself.  It's mostly a reason to gather, have some snacks, and let the kids run around loose, which is great fun to see.  Enjoy the photos below.

Last Minute Rehearsal

nervous waiting backstage

Busy on and off stage ramp

Masters of Ceremony

One of several such dances, complete with X-Mas tree background

Prize from prize table

Tai Tai dance group outside, oblivious to anything but their own dances.

Adventures in Travel: The Sim Card Guys

As we take stock of the previous year in terms of travel and look forward (here we come Japan and Italy!) I must give homage to the slick operations of the SIM Card guys in airports.  When traveling to less developed countries than the U.S., where the monopoly noose of phone plans fits tight around our necks, one can easily buy a cheap SIM card for the country at the airport, and therefore easily communicate in country with taxis, restaurants, and hotels. [Except in India ,where even the simplest of exchanges devolves into a quagmire before you take a breath.]
  In theory, it's a lovely, friendly idea.  In actuality it is an absolute crap shoot, based on the premise that you understand how phone plans really work.  Back in the day when all one had was a land line, or even a cell phone AND a land line, but no texting, images, We Chat, Instagram, apps galore, it was easy to know what to ask for, and easy to understand what you were able to do.  Those halcyon days are at an end, and instead the day is ruled by half-smiling sunglass-wearing men sitting smugly on their stools behind their glass and offering you "the same plan you have at home."  As if I understand that plan.  Good joke.  The trouble starts when you begin asking questions about whether this limit applies to images, or texting, or calling another continent.  It's all equally confusing, so my advice is to put on your own set of shades, walk up confidently and put down some money, and ask nothing.  Let them do their best; you'll still have some random phone number that you can use to see if a restaurant will be open, and that's the alpha and omega of what I need when I'm in a country short-term.  Everything, everything, is smoke and mirrors in these transactions, so blow your own smoke of confidence and wear your own half-smile;  it's only 10 bucks, and as long as you don't try to do anything silly like call another continent, you'll probably leave the country with excess minutes on the SIM Card, waiting for you when you return....maybe?  Who knows.  Don't care.  Just buy it and get out of the line.

Shanghai Day Trip

We made a day trip to Shanghai yesterday to celebrate the end of a 3-week Christmas vacation, and we enjoyed what the city had to offer. Specifically, we started at the knock-off market where we bought fake Uggs, fake Ugg slippers, (it’s cold around here now!), fake North Face gloves, a great fake Swiss Backpack for S, and even a fake Rosetta Stone (for $4!) to help learn more Mandarin, in case it works!  All this buying of fakes requires a steel will, and an ability to be impervious to pleas to help feed their starving grandmothers or help them make a profit.  Set your highest price you’ll pay, start a little lower, then hold fast when the pleas and groans inevitably come your way.  I’m happy to say almost every vendor I purchased items from whined about my bargaining virtues while wrapping up my wares.  I just smiled, as we both knew we were gaining from the exchange, but I’ve been here long enough to know how much even knock-off stuff should cost.  Still, I enjoy the game, while S is ready to settle for about anything that sounds reasonable to him.  Obviously I do the bargaining for our party of two, although I gave S a price to stick to for the Rosetta Stone while I went to see about some great fake athletic socks, and he followed my directions, including the ever-effective walk-away, and he snagged the set for us.  It all felt very Oliver-Bill Saks, in which I played the redoubtable Mr. Saks.

Shanghai also has great restuarants and great sites.  In addition to our foray into the world of xiaolongbao (see former post) we also had a great Turkish meal, which made me want to return to Istanbul.  Luckily I also made a trip to the U.S. Consulate to put additional pages in my passport, so I’m ready for whatever comes.

Finally, the highlight of our day was a trip to the Shanghai Museum (free admission!) and spent most of my time in the ceramics and bronzes galleries.  There are no words for the beauty of the ceramics, particularly from the small city of Jingdezhen.  Jingdezhen is known as the epicenter of all things ceramic for about 10 or so centuries, and it’s in the same province as Suzhou, so a weekend trip is in order, perhaps as early as Chinese New Year.  Enjoy the photos below of some of the beautiful pottery.  The photos don’t come close to capturing the true colors, the subtlety of design, or the translucence of the pieces, but it’s what I have to offer.

Personal fav among favorites

XIAO LONG BAO

Xiao long bao, roughly translated as “little (xiao) dumpling in the bamboo steamer”  are the small dumplings filled with soup broth and some combination of meat.  They are famous in Shanghai, and we went to a famous shop to get the best, Din Tai Fung.  We were not disappointed. We had 3 baskets:  pork filled, black truffle & pork, and mushroom.  All were delectable, but the pork filled won the day.  We have a couple of green side dishes, but it was all about the xiao long bao.  BTW, this is a famous chain, so check to see if there is a shop near you!  See the photo essay below for the very detailed, precise manner in which one constructs a xiao long bao.

Also, I must take a minute to sing the praises of Chinese public eating.  This culture has such a good time at their meals, it’s catching.  The restaurants are almost always noisy affairs, with lots of hustling and clanging, but also lots of conviviality among the customers. Every Chinese restaurant I’ve been to here has hosted at least one family celebration, and many times several, with people cheering, clapping, toasting, and crying.  As I went to the washroom yesterday I saw an older man standing over a young woman in tears and raising a glass.  There were 10 pair of adoring (all female?) eyes on the pair, and lots of joking and cheering during the toast.  I wanted to ask about the nature of celebration and sit and join them, but I kept moving.

The assembly line

First make balls, then roll out into discs

Apply 18 folds in circular direction

beauty itself

Add to steaming basket

prepare necessary dipping condiments

Dipping the goodness

ready for taste explosion in the mouth

Green accompaniments