I'll have another

My two year contract at Maple Leaf has been like having a deserved popsicle on a hot day. You buy your popsicle, are really excited to eat it; open it, take your first taste (it is good); then you see a friend, and you start talking and laughing away about something you think is interesting.... la la la la, di do di do di do di do di do and boom.... you look down and like a ton of bricks it hits you that you have eaten your whole popsicle. Can I have another? Sure... a Swiss popsicle. Then, when we are old we can look back on our past and remember hot days with friends and popsicles.

China blogging suspension and WuZaiChaung cone skating

Another arbitrary blogging suspension has come to another arbitrary end. In this zwischen time, I have discovered a new place to spend my evenings. These cats don't just do it for fun, they do it for fun and to get better at it, so I will too! Take a look at the videos.
A week ago, one of the other skaters showed me a picture of me skating in the Kaifaqu paper. Interesting. it would have been more interesting if I could have read what it said about me. I finally got it translated at school and the article says something to the likes of, "Skating at Five Colour City has attracted some foreigners... Sha Sha is a Maple Leaf School history teacher who has lived in Kaifaqu for two years and says she loves skating....". Who says I love skating? Me? I do, it's true, but who told them? And who are they? I may never know.

The 2007 Dong Bei Ball Hockey Playoff Results are in!

An intense and entertaining tournament final ended a month of constant hockey hype today at DMLIS. Hockey hockey hockey; play, watch, talk about it, repeat. After a good season, today was a disappointing loss for us hopefuls, 2-3 in sudden death. Shucks... time to celebrate anyways and then let the battle wounds fade. Dad, you watched last year and I think this year was even more exciting!

The Constitution, Federalism and what I want to be when I grow up

Chapter test day has come and gone once more in Ms. Kothlow's Social Studies class. Some students showed their stuff in their knowledge of Canadian politics and others showed it the most in the bonus question. This time I asked: What do you want to be when you grow up?
"When I grow up I want to be a good person. I want to be a good man, a good husband, and a good father."
"I will be a good mother that will tell my children to study for Social Studies tests."
Good ones, kids.

Friends who make their dreams come true

My dear friend Emily made it to Everest base camp this week and just in the off chance she ever reads this, I feel grateful to have friends who can inspire me by following their hearts and enduring the difficulties they are led through. Come home safe, I miss you.

Puddle Photography 101

This course would have naturally produced more quality pics had I found a class or teacher but for Cha-am, this independent course improvised from my bungalow provided at best an afternoon of outdoor appreciation for myself and at very least a few cool pics (ironically none of puddles) .

Thailand

We weren't the only ones enjoying our shelter from the rains this morning. This bird just would not be frightened from our porch, courage built on soggy desperation.

The Science of Kite Flying in the Park

If we had taken a cab home today with all our groceries, we would have missed this. This man not only made his own kite out of an old calendar, but he also had broken it down into an art, and then he taught it to me. I told him his kite was as good as the purchased ones and he basically said, bought kites have no meaning. At the beginning I wasn't very good at keeping it high, but I got the hang of it and I think my notible improvement made him equally as happy as it made me. I'd like to try it again this spring.

17 months

The village behind our mountain has been 'relocated' this month, in favour of plans for another high rise development, including the reclaiming of the bay. If you look closely there are still two small houses in the picture on the right, possibly the next famous nail houses? Supposedly they can't legally be forced to leave if they refuse to, but they can be cut off of water, sewer and electricity... as easy as I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down the first time around.

Fixing Up the Neighbourhood

Jokes make tests on the evolution of the Canadian government more memorable... It is a win/win, they get to tell me a joke and I get to hear it. These were my favourites:
1. "An apple was walking down the street and he got hungry so he ate himself." HAHA
2. "Peat and Repeat were birds on a tree. Peat flew away. Who was left?" HAHA

Kaci's Weekend

I was so lucky to spend the whole weekend in Dalian with Emily and her old friend Kaci who came to visit us from her teaching post in Southern China. Emily and Kaci have a mind-blowingly, impressively extraordinary history of world travel together. We did a little bit of everything we could think of and then some, including the compulsory jumping pictures at the coast. Here are some pictures in sets of twos.

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Living History out my Window

I wish I could talk to these men and ask them about what all they have seen in their days on earth, and, really, what they are thinking about.... right.... now. Imagine they are in their 70s. Having grown up in LiaoNing province, it means they were born during the Japanese occupation and their WMD experiments, they were governed by the Kuomintang, then the beginnings of Mao's dreamy PRC... by this time maybe they are in their thirties, then the Great Leap Forward, the Cultural Revolution.. and then Reform and Opening again! Capitalism to Communism "full circle".

Saturday's Tomfoolery

Today was a day where we set out with the simple plan of spending it together, and we did, and when it was done we were pleasantly surprised by the breadth of entertainment we had created for ourselves. Highlights definitely included reinventing Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon scenes at President Hu's Dalian beach house juxtaposed with the Chinese military training. Here is a sampling of our action tableaux.

The Making of the Gibraltar Accord

The Friday Night Maple Leaf Risk Club made the leap today into mission-style play. Elvis, with his strategy of unrelenting pressure in the East, completed his four missions in a record 2:15 time for our club... including the notable mission of total Asian control. A well deserved victory. Albert played a strong game out of South America before sweeping his artillery across to East Africa and threatening the security of Malcolm and my Peace Treaty, the Gibraltar Accord, that had previously secured a solid no-fighting zone over the Mediterranean. Molly pushed strong into North America putting a ruthless end to Steven in Central Canada. It is easy to excuse that the winner often wins because they secure control of Australia, but this time I think Elvis could have done it even if he didn't control Australia too.

Powerfulness and powerlessness

The Purple Ice Monster Hits Kaifaqu... and the people fight back!

We began to hear the wind over the fireworks at 5:00pm Sunday night. We marveled at the force of the coming storm, which was about to be the worst Dalian has seen in years. Each day since Chinese New Year, I made a claim that the constant firework displays would start to simmer down now but each day so far I had been proven wrong. Today, with all the hacov reaped by this 'Purple Ice Monster' included, was no exception. Over the course of the evening, I grew to believe that the stronger the storm blew, the more earnestly determined the people became to light their fireworks. As my neighbours lit them higher, they were countered with a horizontal hail rebuttal. Then, when the fireworks grew louder and more numerous still, we all got our power and water cut. Eerily back and forth the storm and the fireworks intensified... as if we were angry in Grade 5 again, saying... "oh yeah? Well..." ... "oh yeah? Well..." ... "oh yeah! Well..." ... "oh yeah! Well...". Lampposts broke at the base and crashed down into ice beds, the wind blew over and smashed our complex glass railings. The complex playground lay in a fun's-over pile swept up against the fence. Still, the fireworks continued. People spent three hours stranded at the shopping center, people held poles to not be thrown over, the whole city was in the dark, but still the fireworks somehow continued, loud and unruly like the wind. We lit candles just before the power went out. The doors and windows froze shut and we were thankful because it sealed the small cracks that usually allowed the wind to sneek through. We awed the storm for a few hours and then Jamie pulled out her guitar and I sat on the other couch, wrapped in a big fleece blanket, and listened to her play and sing songs until we were tired enough to sleep.
When we woke at 5:15 this morning for work it was still dark and the power and water were still off. We got ready for school by candlelight and it turned out to be a gorgeous, yet extremely extremely cold and windy, day. I took a few pictures of the Kaifaqu battleground. Though the storm left an ugly trail of destruction in this city, the battles winner can not be so easily declared because the wind is gone now, and all that is left to be heard outside my window is the confident, unrelenting fireworks.