Showing posts with label China. Show all posts
Showing posts with label China. Show all posts

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Racism IS funny


I've been in China for a while now. It has been equally exciting and soul crushing.

To make money I've taken a job teaching english as a second language. The students are Chinese and about 12 years old. I truly and whole heartedly hate kids. But, the other day I was delighted. Two of my students were tormenting one other student. I didn't know what was going on, but the one weiner kid was weeping. Because I wanted to seem like I cared I asked the two "mean" kids to cut it out. Then I asked them what they were doing.

They told me they were just being funny. They were teasing the third kid because, "he looks Japanese". Yup. 

Friday, March 27, 2009

Hair brained world domination scheme no.138


I am in China, a land where people cannot grow facial hair at all.
I can grow a mean puberty stache and that's about all. The Chinese seem to really love gross facial hair. I believe I can be a king, or a god around here, if I try.

I will begin my quest and I'll start posting pictures of my disgusting progress.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

First thoughts on China

I've been in China for a week now. I've done a few things, but mainly I've been trying to wrap my head around this strange place. On the surface it looks like they took all the most flamboyant aspects of North American culture from the late 70's through to the mid 90's, put them in a blender and served it up with a hint of Asian flair.
In the span of two blocks you can see a host of things that will make your head spin, women washing clothes in a stream in the winter, some business man blasting bubblegum pop music from his cell phone safely secured on a belt clip, maniacs honking their way down the wrong side of the street, chickens, streetdogs, and randoms pointing at the wide eyed white guy.
I had the pleasure of going for a physical here in Yantai. This is not a comfortable experience when done at home in the privacy of your family doctors office. In China, you get to go to a somewhat rundown building downtown and parade from room to room having each procedure done, most of which you will have an audience for. Nothing like having someone speak to you in a foreign language while rubbing ultrasound goop on your chest and stomach while Chinese farmers crowd around and whisper and point.
It was an unfamiliar process, not entirely uncomfortable though. Well, with the exception of the blood work. My arm looks like someone took a golf club to the inside of my elbow. Next time I'm bringing a heroin addict to stick me. To top off the procedure they send you away with a tackle box of random pills of all sizes, shapes and colours.
The advice I've been given and I'll pass on to you is, don't get sick in China.