Last Friday I was walking home from the bus stop when I saw three boys practicing weapons in my neighborhood park. When I asked what they were doing, the boy with the rattling spear said it was for a temple fair in Luzhou. Tragically, as it was the end of the night, my brain and my Chinese were shot and I couldn’t really formulate any good questions before he lost patience or interest and turned away. I do have some video of a temple’s fighting group somewhere; I’ll have to find it!
I’m going to Malaysia on Friday, basically right after I take the foreign service test (and bomb, presumably). It’ll be a lovely distraction, since I also had a big ol’ final today for Chinese.
Speaking of Chinese, I have been having a grand time with my language exchange buddy, who I feel really gets the short end of the stick. His English is already so good that he focuses more on me. Last time, he brought a comic book version of The Art of War (which rocked!) and this collection of Chinese ghost stories which I have in mind as a gift for a certain middle school bff.
My other personal time one-on-one is a lawyer who just wants to discuss news, which is fine by me! He’s quite articulate and challenging; I really only work hard to keep up, not to help his English. Last Sunday we talked about Taiwan and China, and what he thinks could happen if China were provoked. It was a little bit chilling. We almost got into their one child policy, but I told him to hold off until our next meeting; I want to take info about the gender imbalances in India and China. Contrast their policy differences that have done nothing to fix this problem and such.
The last piece of news relates to a wonderful hash I attended that same Sunday. The weather has been rainy and gray this past week and half or so, but that day it was perfect for a mountain run. The cloudy sky kept the temperature comfortably low but never let fall any significant rain, and the hares led us through some crazy trails including a piss-scented valley, an illegal canyon (man-made), and about 3 hours of 87° uphill slopes. I exaggerate, but only a little. For me, though, the best part was my Chinese fluency that day. It recovered fully from the incident with the weapons boys and–my favorite part about the Taiwanese hashers–got few criticisms and even fewer compliments. As it should be!