Chinese language offers clues to Internet’s future

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Source: Global Times [21:15 June 23 2009]
By Tim Gingrich

A complex system of code that facilitates conversations, collaboration and the exchange of media across a geographically diverse and culturally complex demographic— in today’s digital age, such a description could apply to only one thing: the Internet. But thousands of years before the dawn of the Digital Age, only one thing on earth could have lived up to such a claim: Chinese.

Before the adoption of Mandarin as China’s national lingua franca in the early 20th century, daily communication for a great many Chinese people was routinely carried out in one of thousands of regional dialects, some of which were confined to a very narrow geography. There are even examples of neighboring villages speaking mutually unrecognizable dialects.

For thousands of years, what linked these linguistically diverse communities together – despite their verbal variety – was a shared written script understood and relied upon by leaders, scholars and merchants across the country. At the time of its invention some 5,000 years ago, the Chinese written language represented an innovation comparable to the Internet. Its social properties rivaled today’s social media.

Everything from official documents to famous novels was “uploaded” to Chinese for people all across the country to read. Traces of this ancient information superhighway are even embedded in the modern languages of neighboring countries, such as Japanese “kanji” and Korean “hanja” – both of which are derived from ancient Chinese characters.

So what can the history of the Chinese language tell us about the future of the Internet? First, the Internet will not eradicate local niches. Even today, more than a half-century since Mandarin was standardized as the national spoken language in China, regional dialects remain. They are not just merely an afterthought but a hallmark of regional diversity in modern-day China, where it is common for people to speak Mandarin at work or school and their dialect at home or with relatives.

In the same way, the Internet promises not only to connect disparate communities but also to preserve and reinvigorate pockets of interest. We’re already seeing such a trend in the proliferation of social networks. At one time, everyone spoke either MySpace or Facebook. But now a slew of options have appeared that allow people to build smaller-scale communities.

For example, InterNations. org is a social network that appeals exclusively to expatriates living in various countries, reinforcing its positioning with periodic meet-ups in international cities. Snooth.com specializes in connecting wine lovers. And Ning.com allows users to custom-create their own online social community around any interest.

Next, the Internet, like Mandarin, is the future of every communication medium. Most major newspapers have already caught on and are replicating their publications online. Huffingtonpost.com is an example of a “native speaker” – a newspaper that has lived its whole life online. So it will be with television. Research already shows younger audiences increasingly tuning into China’s video websites Youku and Tudou. The trend by many major television networks to broadcast their content online is a prelude to the eventual extinction of traditional broadcast in favor of online, on-demand content.

Finally, despite common belief, English is not the universal language – the Internet is. And like ancient Chinese, it will shape the social, economic and even political landscape for centuries to come.

Therefore, while many organizations have so far considered online as one of many components in their total communication strategy, the day is coming and has now come when websites, Web apps, widgets and a host of other social tools will form the mainstay of every entities’ external relations.

The author is a corporate communicator from the US now living in Beijing. He is the author of the blog gotoofareast.com and a student of the Chinese language.

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    The killer app for pre-Twitter protests: Thoreau

    The events in Iran have turned everyone on to the power of social media, like Twitter, to unite people, give them a voice and cause social change.

    What has been most moving is the violence–we can all watch it on YouTube (unless you’re in China, where YouTube is blocked. Birds of a feather…)

    But what strikes me most is not the tweeting but the violence. I am moved my the heroism of the Iranian men and women who have taken to the streets. But despite their having embraced the most advanced communication tools, I really don’t know much about the cause they’re fighting for. A recount, a re-election, but for what? What does Moussavi stand for that is worth the sacrifice?

    I assume Moussavi has a compelling platform, but my point here is not about politics but about protests. It’s about the most powerful strategy for social change ever, which has nothing to do with the Internet. It’s civil disobedience.

    “Civil disobedience is the active refusal to obey certain laws, demands and commands of a government, or of an occupying power, without resorting to physical violence.” Wikipedia

    In the words of civil-disobedience guru Gandhi, “Through our pain we will make them see their injustice.” This was the strategy adopted by African Americans in their struggle for civil liberties. It did not produce change overnight. It was a slow and painful process. But in the end, as we look back in history, the moral makeup of the struggle is figuratively black and white. Martin Luther King’s marchers did not resort to violence. They allowed their pain to amplify the morality of their cause. Their message was loud and clear. As a result, there is no questioning who was right.

    The senseless shooting of Neda should make it pretty clear which side is in the wrong at this point. But violence tends to muddy the waters. I pray that the protesters in Iran (as well as the pro-Amedenijad establishment) would be able to abide by the principles of Thoreau, Ghandhi and MLK.

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    Sounds, songs and survival

    Songs are a powerful vehicle for the mind. They are capable of transporting us across great expanses of space and time.

    Recently, I’ve been populating my playlist with relics from the 90’s Seattle grunge scene. Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains … these bands were at their biggest when I was in junior high, so how come I like them so much now?

    I listen to the new songs, too. But none seem to reach down as deep inside me as these. And it’s an odd wonder—as with many people, junior high doesn’t represent the cheeriest time in my childhood. I felt like a fish out of water. Clothes never seemed to fit, relationships never seemed to last. Living was awkward. “Bueller?”

    There I would be, dolled up in the dorkiest shirt, trying to impress some girl or just waiting for my mom to pick me up from school. More or less miserable. But meanwhile in the background, Chris Cornell is belting out “I don’t like what you got me hanging from…” on the radio. Little did I know that the raspy voice of alternative rock was reverberating in my mind, trapping the sound waves within deep cavernous pockets of my subconscious.

    Somehow when I listen to those songs today, they take me out of Beijing. Back to a time when pressure came from peers, when guys and girls fell in love after their arms brushed against each others’. Feelings, long frozen in amber decibels, are reanimated when those songs strike my ears. It is as if I am able to revisit my past, bringing with me the viewpoint and the experiences of the present.

    The scientific explanation is survival. In the past, human beings made evolutionary steps as a species by virtue of the fact that they remembered, and learned lessons from, the past. I can imagine the outstretched hand of curiosity reaching out to touch the flame, then quickly withdrawing as the painful memory of having once been burned flashed to mind.

    The mind is capable of meticulously recreating the moment. The smells, sights, textures and sounds of our lives are carefully cataloged. And all it takes is a song to rekindle the other senses.

    When the past bursts on to the scene—not through a faded photograph but through a sensory rich medium such as a song—it shakes up our present. It’s self-defining; no matter how fond our memories of the past, we are able to measure how far we’ve come. It’s survival of the soul. In ten more years, what song will make me remember the day Iran’s Guardian Council called for a recount, it rained in Beijing and I wrote this off-beat blog post?

    For your listening pleasure, an oldie but a goody…

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    The problem with poverty

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    Beggars are commonplace, not just in Beijing, but in any city where poverty lives in proximity to wealth. The homeless, the needy, the problem of poverty—it’s not specific to China. But as a developing country, the juxtaposition of economic extremes is more pronounced.

    More than once, my sullen trip home on the subway has been punctuated by a sudden swoosh of air as the door at the very end of the car screeches open. From the next carriage enters an old woman who’s face is all eyebrows, her expression tightly wound like a wet rag—squeezing out each wrinkle. On her arm leans an even older man. Blind, crippled or just crippling poor. His clothes are not a color. They are every color on the subway sucked into one dusty black hole, from which only the drabbest shades of brown and gray escape. His hat was once white. His pants were once blue. It’s like watching a black and white movie.

    “Should we give them some money?” I ask my wife.

    “The woman reminds me of my grandmother, I hate to see old people suffer,” she responds, burying her head in my arm.

    Each person on the subway, one by one, is making his or her decision. Some reach for their wallet; some turn their head.

    “If I give them some money, I want to tell them something. I want to tell them this isn’t a dignified way to keep living.”

    “Honey, don’t do that. If you don’t want to give them money, don’t. But you don’t have to be rude.”

    “It’s not rude. What’s rude is begging these passengers for money. We’re not rich; everyone on this subway is taking the subway because they don’t have a car. We’re poor just like those beggars, the only difference is that we have jobs - we earn our money instead of begging others.”

    In the end, I give them a couple of bucks (and keep my two cents to myself).

    The problem with such public displays of extreme poverty is personal; it forces an inconvenient moral dilemma on the rest of us. To give or not to give? Many people tout the supposed gangs of organized beggars who make more than us and live in luxurious villas as good reason to ignore these people. But I have to admit, it seems like a cop out. Able-bodied adult beggars are suspicious, but neglected seniors, dirty-faced kids, the deformed, the defaced … these people definitely need a hand.

    It’s extremely annoying, but the reaction I find most difficult is to turn a blind eye. Give them some change. Give them a piece of your mind. Tell them off for stinking up the subway for all I care. Or do something about the problem by getting involved in the community. But doing nothing is the reaction that bothers me the most.

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    So who’s your villain?

    “In the classic style of story where in the action consists of a hero fighting a villain, the two can be regarded as protagonist and antagonist, respectively. Contrary to popular belief, the antagonist is not always the villain, but simply those who oppose the main character.” (Wikipedia)

    So who’s your villain?

    Recently, I’ve encountered some antagonists in my journeys. As the quote points out—not necessarily a villain, but simply those who oppose the main character (me).

    I’m assuming that most of us profess to be the protagonist in our own dramas. If you think of life like a story, which I do, then it’s only natural to want to, to try to do the right thing. To do no evil.

    The problem is sometimes we are framed. We are forced into hurting others when we hadn’t intended to. Being inconsiderate tends to have a cascading effect, jumping from one slightly selfish act on behalf of one to inadvertently hurtful actions on behalf on another.

    Next, evil is culturally contextual. To be sure, there are universal blacks and whites. They are etched in the earth like giant ethical continents. But the total land mass of firm values pale in comparison to the shifting sea of gray—vast oceans of moral ambiguity. Is it right? Is it wrong? The answer more often than not depends on who you ask. And many times, the clearest response is simply that it’s neither black or white, good or evil. It may just be inconsiderate, impolite or extremely rude.

    Finally, moral plot lines often lead to one climatic question: do the ends outweigh the means? It’s a question every person has to ask him or herself. The answer is irrespective of region or religion and sometimes varies from situation to situation.

    Is it possible to finish this story without doing evil to others? Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a perfect protagonist in the human story. Only half-heroes and variable villains.

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    Shut up.

    It’s been a couple of weeks since I wrote anything on my blog. A period of silence is okay. Sometimes.

    “…a voice for the voiceless.”

    What does it mean to be “the voiceless”?

    Every living being has a language. Even the mute have sign language. Voicelessness is not the absence of something to say, but the absence of anyone to listen (or the presence of someone who actively silences someone else’s speech). To be voiceless is to be a victim.

    The voiceless are all around us. The victims of our society are burying their burdens in their wallets, in their work and in their waste because no one will listen. A surge of souls who thought they could do better, who forgot what was fair, who exchanged the truth for a lie and had to pay a fee. There is no currency for their grievances, no market for their ills.

    Have you ever been told to shut up? Those who take away the voice are not always so direct. “Shut up” can be surprisingly subtle. Governments say shut up with laws. Teachers, with failing grades. Preachers, with sin. Corporations, with money (or the lack of it).

    The fact is that we’ve all been told to shut up. The handful of human beings on this planet who are being completely honest are behind bars, being chased from their home or about to be. The rest are contenting themselves with obscure blog posts.

    That’s all. Comments are closed.

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    Four-day weekend in Shanghai: Reflections

    Is this the skyline of the future?

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    A few days after returning to Beijing from Shanghai, a reporter for an English-language Chinese newspaper interviewed me about foreigners’ attitudes toward various Chinese cities.

    “How do Beijing and Shanghai compare to Hong Kong?” I imagine her flipping the page of a narrow notepad in one hand and clicking open a pen in the other, the way journalists do when they start a line of questioning. I start thinking back to my recent four-day weekend in Shanghai. There is a common understanding that in terms of urban development, Hong Kong is to Shanghai what Shanghai is to Beijing. Hong Kong, a former British colony, is a shoreline of nothing but skyscrapers and the equivalent of a Gucci bag in almost every area imaginable: luxury hotels, restaurants, brands. You name it. At the other end of the spectrum is Beijing, the reluctant metropolis—a city that is at once both anxious to expand and eager to preserve. With the city’s first real sky-scraping skyscraper only now lurching to completion, Beijing’s still got a distinctly rural feel around the edges. A horizontal-vertical tension that tastes sweet and sour.

    Shanghai is different. You really get the sense this city could rival Hong Kong in terms of urban development and international importance.

    “…so there are a lot of foreign companies who are looking at moving their Asia Pacific headquarters to Shanghai,” I found myself saying in an interview for an article that was supposed to be about Hong Kong. “In the past, it would always be Singapore or Hong Kong. But now, companies are saying, ‘China’s our biggest market, that’s where the suppliers are and it’s cheaper to operate there,’” I explained.

    A pause. As if to say, go on.

    “In the future, that will probably be Beijing. After all, Beijing is the seat of the government…”

    I thought back to the airplane trip from Shanghai to Beijing, where I had reflected on the differences between the two cities. Without a doubt, Shanghai is far more developed. And I think it’s also clear that Beijing will never catch up in terms of skyscrapers. Though Dunkin’ Donuts did promise me that a store in Beijing was opening soon. “Probably in a place with a lot of foreigners,” the donut girl said. I think it was her way of calling me fat.

    Since the first time I came to Beijing, I have considered Shanghai to be several strides ahead of the capital city. But it appears that Beijing’s robust and rapid Olympic makeover significantly closed the gap. Shanghai’s subways weren’t as much nicer than Beijing’s as I had once remembered. In response to the scenic neighborhoods that were once exclusive to Shanghai (Xitiandi), Beijing has now answered with its own urban renewal projects (Legation Quarter). Ironically, an H&M opened in Beijing just days after we returned — previously this store was only in Shanghai.

    The moral of this story is that China’s changing very, very quickly. For two decades, Shanghai has stood as a lighthouse of modernity, shining its beacon not out to sea but inland. For many rural Chinese, going to Shanghai was no different than going to America. But now cities across the country are getting Shanghaied. It’s going to change China, and it’s going to change the rest of the world, too.

    Expect more skyscrapers (and donuts).

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    Four-day weekend in Shanghai: Water under the bridge

    The four-day weekend in Shanghai continues!

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    “Hi,” I say cautiously to the stranger with the biggest camera. “Can you help us take a picture?” There is a high degree of correspondence between the size of someone’s camera and his or her photography skills.

    Of course she agrees, and when the shot is over we switch places without saying anything. There’s an unspoken agreement that Party A will help Party B take a picture once Party B has helped Party A. That’s why I always find a couple to ask. They want to be in pictures, together.

    We were in Zhujiazhao (朱家角), a fly on the windshield of China’s wiz bang urban development. The one-hour bus ride from Shanghai proper might as well be a journey on a time machine: Zhujiazhao is 1,700-years-old. And it shows. At the entrance, a sign reads:

    THE VENICE OF CHINA

    The predominate ideas in Chinese urban planning were quite different in 300 A.D. Rivers instead of roads. The town is tied together by 36 stone bridges, which everyone wants to have their picture made on.

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    Four-day weekend in Shanghai: A taste of home

    Thus far, I have purported the purpose of my four-day weekend in Shanghai to be cultural exploration. Actually, that’s not entirely true. Shanghai is home to a hallmark of American culture, which was conveniently within walking distance of our hotel (destiny?). Of course, I’m referring to Dunkin’ Donuts.

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    The look on my face? Pure enjoyment.

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    Four-day weekend in Shanghai: A new heaven and earth

    Shanghai has always been different than other Chinese cities, starting with the foundations. Unlike former imperial capitals such as Beijing and Xian, Shanghai never had a city wall. Boundries are not part of the city’s character.

    Prior to the establishment of the People’s Republic of China, Shanghai was without a doubt the most internationalized city in China. The opening scenes from “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom” capture the tone of the Roaring Twenties played out in Shanghai’s nightclubs. Globalized or colonized. Decadenct or tolerant. You decide.

    Ironically, no other skyline is as recognizable or representative of the New China.

    Upon reaching Shanghai, Ning and I deposited our backpacks at the hotel and headed out. Our first stop illustates the nature of this historical anomly, being both perinnially Chinese and at the same time totally untraditional: Shanghai’s appropriatly named Xintiandi (新天地), “New Heaven and Earth.”

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    The neighborhood of remodeled shikumen (石窟门), or “Stone Gate” houses, is architecural evidence of the international influences in Shanghai’s history. Ning thinks they look foriegn. I think they look Chinese. It’s a cross-breed of construction. The townhouse layout harkens back to the brownstones of New York, while the intricate roof tiles and red trim are distincly Chinese.

    Perhaps because of it’s international flavor, Xintiandi is one of my favorite places in China. I understand that the high-priced restaurants now housed in these shikumen are the brainchild of a Chinese real-estate developer who sought to bring European-stlye outdoor dining in vogue in China. I took Ning out for Thai.

    There’s more shikumen and other examples of European architectural influences elsewhere in Shanghai, a contrast to the modernity of Shanghai’s show-off tall skyscrapers. There’s not many other places on the earth with such an assortment of English, French, German, Italian and other countries’ 19th Century construction projects within is city limits.

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