走遍达拉斯

把自己的国家看作外国确实是一个很少有的机会。大多数人都得不到。我每次回国,在自己的家乡做客人,就会站在一个比较客观的角度看待家乡。在我以前经常去的地方假装人生地不熟地拍照,就是为了以后给你看看,给你写点儿有意思的东西。下面我给你简单地介绍一下美国德克萨斯州的达拉斯。

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这个城市周围没有山也没有海。因为没有任何自然的界线,所以就一直延伸出去。市中心不像其他大城市那么重要。白天走在路上也不会碰到什么人。我已经习惯那个拥挤的首都,发现在这里觉得太孤单。

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其实走在路上也会碰到一些要饭的。是,美国也有要饭的。但是有的不要饭。所以这种说法不太合适,还是应该叫“不愿意入世的人”。中文听起来好像是很智慧的,但是现实不像听起来那么好。

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达拉斯只有一百年左右的历史。按照中国的标准这么短不叫历史,只能算“昨天”。

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不过,在越来越延展的达拉斯的最中间,我们还能看到一间小破房。同志们别误会,这不是钉子户!传说这是建立城市的第一个人盖的房子。我估计这可能是后来随便从哪里拉过来的一间类似的房子。

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达拉斯邻近另外一个小一点的城市沃思堡。达拉斯市中心是石油公司和银行;沃思堡市中心是艺术博物馆,酒吧和免费停车场,所以到处都有人。

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有一天我带老婆去吃海鲜。德克萨斯有一个说法:任何东西在德克萨斯州都会大一些。这个说法不只是指的牛,也包括螃蟹。老婆一看,就说这些螃蟹很像《第九区》里的外星人。

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很有意思的一个经历是去古董商店。那里面有一些特别老的中国古董,好像是解放之前美国人从中国带回来的东西。我在中国很少看到这种东西,在博物馆才能看到,真的古董根本买不到。在美国卖的这些也不便宜。中国朋友:你的旧东西在世界上太贵,千万别扔掉!

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我最喜欢德克萨斯也最想念的一个东西是阳光。在地球上,天是百之五十,地是百分之五十,但是德克萨斯百分之七十都是天;地只有百分之三十,所以太阳看起来很大。

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每个日出和日落都是一幅美丽的画,每一天都更美丽。在我的家乡,地上没有美丽的自然环境,美丽的环境在天上。

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Happy Birthday Jack Kerouac

Today, March 12, is the birthday of literary legend Jack Kerouac. From Wikipedia:

Jack Kerouac (March 12, 1922 – October 21, 1969) was an American novelist and poet … Kerouac is held as an important writer both for his spontaneous style and for his content which consistently dealt with such topics as jazz, promiscuity, Buddhism, drugs, poverty, and travel … His works were sometimes shunned as “slapdash,” “grossly sentimental,” and “immoral.” Kerouac did manage to acquire underground celebrity status and was, for a time, labeled as a progenitor of the Hippie movement.

I can’t imagine a better epitaph!

jackkerouacbday1When I first read Kerouac’s magnum opus, “On The Road,” not only did it turn me into a fan of Bob Dylan, the book rewrote my understanding of the post-war period. It describes — in the wobbly, excited prose of antsy young men — hoboing and hitchhiking across America while pursuing a jittery, experimental and deeply intellectual soul search. “On The Road” will really upset that neatly trimmed, media-projected, hot-cookies-right-out-of-the-oven image of the late 1940s and early 1950s — the subterraneans vs. suburbia. Kerouac’s description of drug-fueled, sex-crazed crowds of bebopers bouncing from house to house for all-night parties make the gang from “Grease” look like a bunch of preppies.

Whenever you hear a character in a movie or TV show say, “It’s not the destination that matters, it’s the journey” — that’s Kerouac’s contribution to the collective subconscious! He didn’t invent the road trip, but he built a vocabulary around the whole experience. He became the voice of a generation.

Why am I going to all this trouble to eulogize Kerouac? Because I’m working on a book of my own, which also happens to be a road story of sorts. The road is the perfect setting to tell a story — like life it is full of unexpected twists and interesting characters. In the rear-view mirror, we can reflect on the passing times, while curiosity to see what lies over the next hill, what awaits us in the next town, drives us forward.

Kerouac understood that.

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Sushi and Starbucks

Go Too Far East recently had a lay over in Seattle. The city is about as close as they come to halfway between home and abroad, Asia and America, sushi and Starbucks.

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Ning found the world’s first Starbuck’s. The flagship store is anchored near the waterfront. What’s it like? Just like any other Starbuck’s, except they sell more souvenir coffee mugs than coffee.

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Seattle’s not just all coffee shops — there’s also a historic fish market. Today, Pike’s Place Market is still a great place to pick up fresh tuna. But it’s even better suited as a launching point to explore the neighborhood of classical brick facades, roman arches and cobblestone streets that lies in the shadow of the Space Needle.

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The most interesting discovery we made while poking around Pike’s Place Market was a quaint, little bookstore … an anarchist bookstore (I didn’t say it was the most interesting discovery for nothing!). LeftBankBooks‘ shelves aren’t exclusively devoted to anarchy — though the way things are going I’m sure that may disappoint a lot of people — there were a host of socially and politically iconoclast titles to choose from. Boy were we embarrassed to be holding 20 fluid ounces of piping hot multinational capitalism. They were really nice to us anyway.

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Views from the waterfront at Pike’s Place Market.

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When the sun begins to set (and the rain begins to sprinkle), you’ll need to get a roof over your head.

I highly recommend Ace Hotel, a small boutique hotel in the Belltown district. Not only is it within walking distance of Pike’s Place Market, the exposed brick walls, skylights, French army blankets and retro radio clocks make the hotel portion of your trip another interesting part of your stay in Seattle. The people who work there were all very young and nice and pointed me toward some great sushi restaurants.

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Do we have to go already? Yes, but there’s time for one more picture…

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Snow way out

This is what Beijing looks like with a dusting of snow.

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Marketing: authentic or absurd

Marketing in today’s multinational capitalistic world is ubiquitous – like air it surrounds us but is invisible. Sure there are the neon signs, the gigantic billboards, the clearly marked advertorials. But that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Beneath the surface, the world is plastered with marketing. From the narratives we hear expressed on the evening news to the opinions voiced by our peers.

All this marketing isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It is both a symptom and a solution in a society that presents people with many different choices about everything from what car to drive to what clothes to wear to what music to listen to. But not all marketing is equal.

All marketing is either one of two things: authentic or absurd.

Today I was standing in front of the refrigerator, where I tend to spend a lot of time, when I heard a sound like the crinkling and shuffling of paper. I turned from the refrigerator door to the front door, peeping through the spyhole. The motion-sensing light in the hall was on.

Opening the door, I found a small, folded advertisement crammed in the threshold. The culprit: satellite TV (again). A shadowy figure with a handful of papers stood at the end of the hallway.

“You forgot this,” I said, motioning for him to come back and take his pamphlet.

This is an example of absurdity in marketing. Who reads this crap, much less buys it?

At the other end of the spectrum, I have a friend who recently started her own business. It is focused on a very niche audience, a group of people with their own style, a group of people to whom she herself belongs.

As I sat down with this friend to give her some tips for building the new company’s brand, I was surprised to find out she had instinctively figured out most of it by herself.

This friend of mine has no background in marketing or business. On the contrary her background is in social work. One is concerned with meeting people’s material needs; the other with meeting people’s spiritual needs. But because of her personal investment in her customers’ lives – the community they belong to, the interests they share – she was able to empathize with her audience. She knew their needs.

Listening to my friend describe her plans to reach customers, I realized that her ideas had come not from a business school or a marketing seminar – they had come from her identity and were refreshingly authentic. What a contrast to the satellite TV company and their gang of door-to-door cronies, who are ashamed to even look their customers in the face!

The right to be heard in such a crowded marketplace is getting harder and harder to buy. But what I saw that day in the eyes of my entrepreneurial friend was a case study in knowing your audience … the first step to being known.

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In the red: Chinese New Year 2010

Combine the overeating of Thanksgiving with the ridiculous decorations of Christmas, the Halloween tradition of going from home-to-home and the Forth of July’s fireworks, multiply by 1.3 billion, and you have something close to Chinese New Year.

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Happy Chinese New Year

This article was originally published in the Global Times on February 20, 2010.

How expats spent Spring Festival

I spent Spring Festival at my in-laws’ home in Tianjin. Just like Thanksgiving in America, people eat a lot during the holiday. Except whereas Thanksgiving lasts one day, the Spring Festival lasts one week. That’s a lot of food! I like playing Chinese Checkers during the holiday. Even though I never win, it’s a good way to practice “The Art of War.” It was also very interesting to talk with my parents-in-law about past Spring Festivals. It’s hard for foreigners to imagine how much China has changed. But hearing Chinese people’s personal stories of the events, which I could otherwise only read about in history books, is a great way for me to gain perspective.

–Tim Gingrich

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Winter in Beijing

In the winter, Beijing gets cold. Coats, scarfs, frozen-ice cold.

A couple of weeks ago Ning and I hung out in Houhai, the capital’s ice-skating central. But instead of hitting the ice ourselves, we bounced between coffee shops,  searching for a little warmth in the midst of a long, cold winter … and documenting the day in a video.

Ning’s written a post on her blog, Moment of Being, for the Mandarin readers.

宁在她的博客上写了一篇关于后海的文章。

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Flying saucers, talking sheep and burning bushes – Part 1

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This oddly titled article is about literature, pure and simple.

It’s so much more than just the summer reading list, the required class, the classics. At literature’s core is the Story. I capitalize it here to emphasize the archetypal force deep inside humankind’s collective consciousness that has expressed itself in all kinds of different stories (lowercase) through all ages, all languages and all forms – oral history, books, scripts, screenplays – and ultimately the human story. So what does the Story have to do with flying saucers (or talking sheep or burning bushes for that matter)?

These elements concern a particular genre of literature, which I believe is incorrectly and unfairly understood: science fiction. Too often, science fiction is treated as separate and inferior to mainstream fiction, which eschews imaginary and fantastical story elements. Instead, it is diminutively relegated to comic book status (emphasis on “comic” rather than “book”), which is both an enormous loss for literature and an unfortunate misreading of comic books.

The reason is that science fiction is widely perceived to be a recent invention, its inception synonymous with the dawn of science (emphasis on “science” rather than “fiction”), and it is therefore regarded as adolescent and taken less seriously than other forms of fiction.

In fact, science fiction is not a new invention, just as science is not a new creation. With the Scientific Revolution starting with Galileo in circa 1600 A.D. came terminology, categories and definitions. Physics is the study of the forces of nature. Biology is the study of living things. Chemistry is the study of elemental building blocks. But they did not come into existence when someone finally coined the term “science,” no more than gravity came into existence when an apple hit Newton’s head. And some would argue that a distinction should never have been made between these fields of science.

How we define things – where we draw the line between various categories, species or genres – is integral to how we interpret them … and how we allow them to interpret us. Throughout time, new categorization systems have come along, replacing old ways of understanding the universe. For example, when telescopes replaced horoscopes, the stars moved from the realm of religion into the field of science, greatly affecting our ambitions on the heavens.

In the same way storytelling has changed forms, from circling around campfires to leaping between pages to jumping off the screen. If we confine the Story to one form of storytelling, limiting the definition of literature to that which people held a hundred years ago or a thousand years ago, then many essential stories would go untold. Like pouring new wine in old wineskins.

…which leads us back to the topic of science fiction. There’s always been a mechanism for dealing with the unknown, for telling allegories, for capturing people’s imagination. But it is important that we understand it correctly and give this genre its proper place in the library of literature so that the Story is heard.

To be continued…

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Change management and the hypocrisy equation

I’m in limbo, tossed about in a Taoist funk: “you cannot change the world,” it says, “so change yourself.” Adapt, adjust, compromise. Go with the flow.

Long have I resisted this reasoning. It goes against my programming – the ideal that “anything is possible if you put your mind to it.” I don’t know if this is a product of post-modernism, multinational capitalism or the American dream. But I’m smart enough to recognize that it conflicts with reality in many situations where one’s best just isn’t good enough, the world’s not fair or your country has only two political parties … or one!

So I realize the value of the “get used to it” mentality. It’s true that there are many things in this world I can’t change. While coping might not solve the problem, it would save me a lot of frustration and seemingly useless struggle. Does all the wishing things were different ever affect a change? Seldom.

This dilemma is a recipe for hypocrisy. I want there to be a change, but the situation is too great for one person to make a difference. If I stay silent, my life may be more convenient. If I speak up, I’m a hypocrite. But either way, nothing changes.

I suspect that the greater contradiction is actually a paradox: no one tries to change the world because it is impossible to change; but the world never changes because no one tries to change it.

For the time being, I think I’ll go on being a hypocrite. Sure it’s hard living with the contradiction of calling out injustice while not being in a position to do anything about it. But it beats crawling around without a spine.

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