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Liberal-oriented columns, commentary and archived articles on national and international news and political events--with emphasis on China--by Joseph Bosco, author and veteran journalist who is currently a Visiting Professor of Journalism at the Beijing Foreign Studies University, Beijing, China. 

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Making Movies North and South

I will be away from my computer and pretty much out of touch for the next week or so. I am heading south to the outskirts of Hong Kong this morning for shooting on the 40-episode TV Series, "The Legend of Bruce Lee." Then I head north to Dalian for shooting on the feature film, "One Man's Olympics," about a little-known but fascinating story of the 1936 Berlin Olympics. See you in the funny papers.
 


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Sunday, June 24, 2007

Arthur Miller is a Winner in Beijing, (Redux)

Act 1, "Bless the Lord!" Reverend Hale, Thomas Putnam, Reverend Parris and Tituba

Regular readers know my great fondness for the life and works of Arthur Miller; so it is with much joy that I report some very subjective news thusly: From a somewhat shaky opening (June 15) due in the main to--aargh! hrmmph!--technical problems, to an almost perfect closing night (June 19), "The Crucible" was a winner on the main stage at Beijing Foreign Studies University! Many long hours and hard work by 20 student-actors, and almost that many student-technicians and stagehands, paid off in a most satisfying fashion.

The first full-length English Language drama performed at Beiwai since the beginning of the Cultural Revolution was an unqualified "hit," according to enthusiastic audience members. Since a director should not review his own work, I will only say how proud I am of a large cast of talented young people who collectively saved my bacon! So, just another director not trusting his eyes and ears because it's easier to 'see' what's wrong than what's right.

Snapshots from members of the audience attending different performances and final rehearsals are coming in; many are posted now. More will follow. I hope. The closing performance was also video-taped for DVD distribution locally. I look forward to that; I still haven't 'seen' the show as a show in total--Acts 1 through 4, with lights, costumes, music and sound effects as a continuous entity except from my crosscut, linear-view duty post in the far down-right wing.
Cast (in order of appearance)

Reverend Parris-----Xiao Liang (Leon)
Betty Parris-----Li Jin (Li Jing)
Tituba-----He Yujia (Cinderella)
Abigail Williams-----Pu Zhuangyi (Amanda)
Susanna Walcott-----Zhao Xiaochen (Dusty)
Mrs. Ann Putnam-----Hou Yun (Athena)
Thomas Putnam-----Ding Qiang (Milton)
Mercy Lewis-----Wu Meng (Cheryl)
Mary Warren-----Xiao Jianke (Charlotte)
John Proctor-----Liu Siyang (Stephen)
Rebecca Nurse-----Liu Yueyi (Sheila)
Giles Corey-----Liang Sibo (Max)
Reverend John Hale-----Chen Tao (Tom)
Elizabeth Proctor-----Wang Liu (Amy)
Francis Nurse-----Wang Zilu (Jerry)
Ezekiel Cheever-----Zheng Yuhao (Robert)
Marshal Herrick-----Zhang Zheng (Jimmy)
Judge Hathorne-----Xu Xiaoxi (Shuan)
Deputy Governor Danforth-----Jiang Xin (James)
Sarah Good-----Han Lin (Arlene)

Act 1, "Tituba, look into my eyes," Hale, Tituba, Putnam and Parris, by a smidgen.


Act 1, "How do you call me child!" Abigail Williams and John Proctor


Act 1, "Let God blame me, not you, not you, Rebecca!" Ann Putnam and Rebecca Nurse


Act 1, "She speaks!" Hale, Ann and Thomas Putnam, Parris, Betty Parris and Tituba. A follow-spot in the theatre can wreak havoc on the still-photographic moment. Or maybe not.


Act 2, "I mean to please you, Elizabeth." John and Elizabeth Proctor .


Act 2, "Aye, it be a proper court they have now." Elizabeth and John Proctor


Act 2, "Then let you not earn it." Elizabeth and John Proctor


Act 2, "Mumbled! She may mumble if she's hungry." Elizabeth Proctor with Mary Warren and John Proctor.


Act 2, "Aye. But the Devil is a wily one, you cannot deny it." Reverend Hale, with John and Elizabeth Proctor.


Act 2, "I spy a poppet, Goody Proctor." Ezekiel Cheever, with John Proctor, Giles Corey, Francis Nurse, Reverend Hale and Elizabeth Proctor.


Act 3, "Why, I...I would free my wife, sir." Reverend Hale, Deputy Governor Danforth, Reverend Parris and Francis Nurse.


Act 3, "My face? My face? ... God made my face; you cannot want to tear my face. Envy is a deadly sin, Mary." Abigail Williams, with Susanna Walcott, Mercy Lewis and Betty Parris.


Act 3, "You will prove this! This will not pass! "Abigail with Susanna Walcott, Mercy Lewis, Betty Parris and Francis Nurse.


Act 3, "I say...I say...God is dead!" John Proctor with Deputy Governor Danforth and Marshal Herrick.


Act 4, "Do what you will. But Let none be your judge. There be no higher judge under heaven than Proctor is! Forgive me, John...I never knew such goodness in the world!" Elizabeth and John Proctor.


Act 4, "I can. And there's your first marvel, that I can. You have made your magic now, for now I do think I see some shred of goodness in John Proctor." John Proctor with Rebecca Nurse, Elizabeth Proctor and Reverend Parris.

Act 4, "He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!" Elizabeth Proctor with Reverend Hale.

The End.
 


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Sunday, June 17, 2007

A Handsome Couple of Lads Indeed

Come this August I will finally meet the young fellow who has forever changed how I look at life and my place in it. For now, photos from New Orleans must suffice.

Three of my most recent favorites are below:
My son Joseph, holding his son Joseph--I like the shades, son.

Joseph cleaning fish with Baby Joseph's 'supervision.'

Baby Joseph looking so much like his father at the same age
More photos from the last two weeks are here.
 


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Friday, June 15, 2007

"The Crucible" Opens; Will it Burn in Beijing?

In about 15 hours, Beiwai's production of Arthur Miller's "The Crucible" will open on the main stage at Beijing Foreign Studies University (June 15). I am too tired and too close to it to say anything terribly objective or terribly cogent at the moment. If you are in reasonably metro-transportation distance, please come and see for yourself; it is free.

Frankly, I don't know what you will see if you come. This is new territory for me; never have I presented a show to an audience when I am absolutely certain it is not yet ready for an audience. But there are extended moments--perhaps, in kinder truth, two full acts out of the 4--when I get excited at rehearsals.

I have yet to "see" the full 4 Acts in sequence, much less a basic run-through on the stage we will tread so soon. It was directed and rehearsed in a basement rec room and several 'stolen' classrooms. We finally got a full day on the big stage today; tomorrow we will have it all day, leading up to the opening performance that night!

However, this I can promise you: a goodly portion of this production of Arthur Miller's "The Crucible" is stirring, thrilling, heartbreaking, and does his genius proud. So, come see us or wish us well. June 15 - June 19.

ARTHUR MILLER (1915-2005)
 


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Thursday, June 07, 2007

Is the Ultimate Cold Case Murder Finally Closed?

Frank Ruhli with the Iceman mummy. Credit: Copyright Elsevier

I love a cold-case murder as much as any other true-crime author; but the closing of this one shivers with excitement and high-moon drama unlike any other I have ever known; and that is an understatement of millennial proportion. I have followed the murder case of this particular ancestral countryman of mine for some 15 years. We now know that he bled to death, quickly, from a high-velocity projectile wound.

However, since we still do not know who delivered the killing blow, the case is not truly "closed." To accomplish that feat of crime-scene investigation, it will take a manhunter with heretofore unimagineable skills. Not even Bert Luper or Dr. Henry Lee can pull that off, I venture. What do you think? Give the excerpt and the link a look and a thought:
Cold Case Closed: 'Iceman' Mummy Bled to Death

By Jeanna Bryner, LiveScience Staff Writer

posted: 06 June 2007 11:41 am ET

Archaeologists have determined the cause of death of the "Iceman" mummy, putting to rest a Neolithic cold case.

More than 5,000 years ago, a man trekked up the Schnalstal glacier in Italy and died. The mummified, frozen body, dubbed Otzi, was discovered in 1991 by accident. Since then, the glacier mummy has undergone a slew of examinations from which scientists have gleaned bits of information about the man's last steps on Earth, ranging from his last meal to his age when he died (45).

The remaining question: What caused the Iceman's sudden death?
Please continue reading at: LiveScience
 


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Wednesday, June 06, 2007

A Fresh Perspective on the CCP in 2007

An infamous anniversary has quietly passed here in the New-Old Middle Kingdom. I have recently added AsiaMedia, a most engagingly eclectic newsletter produced by the UCLA Asia Institute, to my reading list. Perhaps you should too. Below, is a good reason why--an excerpt and then a link:
China's unpredictable future

It's not just China's domestic affairs that have kept the Communist Party in charge, writes Jeffrey N. Wasserstrom

By Jeffrey N. Wasserstrom
AsiaMedia Contributing Writer

Monday, June 4, 2007

Eighteen years ago, with protesters marching through scores of Chinese cities and giant crowds gathering in Beijing's Tiananmen Square, many outside observers, myself included, assumed that the era of Communist Party rule in China was nearing its end. ...

But when the Berlin Wall collapsed a few months later, many began again to assert again that the Beijing regime must be on its last legs. After all, not only had domestic developments shown how disliked the Party was by the "People" in whose name it claimed to rule, but the international zeitgeist seemed to be pointing to a future free of Communist rule in all lands.

How then have observers accounted for the failures of those confident "end of history" predictions in a 21st century that sees Communist Party leaders continuing to call the shots in Beijing, Pyongyang, Hanoi and Havana?

In China, one tendency has been to separate the domestic and international storylines. The surprising persistence of the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) is chalked up to internal factors. Much is made of the leadership's ability to find effective ways to appease or buy off some groups (entrepreneurs, for example) and to terrify or simply keep separated from one another individuals who dissent. Attention is also paid to how the regime has skillfully played the nationalism card, has managed to help the economy grow at unprecedented rates, and has pulled back from micromanaging the private lives of the population, a major cause of discontent in 1989.

External developments, by contrast, are typically seen as still indicating that the CCP still lives on borrowed time. International trends, it continues to be thought by many, suggest that Beijing's current regime will ultimately go the way of both the Communist ones that ran Soviet bloc countries and the non-Communist authoritarian groups that controlled South Korea and Taiwan before those East Asian countries democratized.

What's wrong with this picture?
Please continue reading at: AsiaMedia Columns
 


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The Moor Comes Home

Home-Coming


A note: I should explain that when you look at the Results of the Finals of the Third Chinese Universities Shakespeare Festival, you will notice that none of the individual awards went to members of "Othello"--that was by design: The First Place winner was automatically excluded from indivudual awards.
 


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Thursday, May 31, 2007

O, I Love Him So

Baby Joseph, one month young.

At my advanced age, I am still learning something about true love--many would say it's about time, or that it's too late--in all of its properly selfless forms. I will not speak here of my many abysmal failures in such matters, or of my one modest, but precious, success of very recent vintage. Now, I write only of a completely new kind of love I am awash in; the love of a grandfather, a word and a monicker I never truly contemplated being associated with me. Yes, I was, and in so many ways still am, that self-centered. But this old dog, not unlike most, in truth, can still learn huge metaphysical tricks of blessed fortune and happenstance when they come.

For more than six-weeks, I have not been able to post updates to these pages of Baby Joseph's growth into this amazing world one wonderful minute at a time. Now, I can. Forgive the familial indulgence dear readers without interest in such personal matters; this is for a few family members and friends:

The forever beautiful Linda, my childhood sweetheart and former wife of 31 years, doing what she has always done best, loving the little children of this world.


Pat and Allen Mocklin, the mother and father of my so lovely daughter-in-law Michelle, my fellow grandparents of much New Orleans' esteem.
For those painfully few members of my immediate and extended family that stoop to read these heretical pages, below are links to photo albums with many pictures of Baby Joseph Bosco and the loving families that hold him dear and close (some day, I know not when, I will go home again, hopefully not alone, and join them in their loving task; and be for Baby Joseph what I was to his father, my son, the man still living whom I admire the most--a teacher, a coach, an unconditional fan and supporter):
Here, and here.
 


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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The Moor is a Winner in Hong Kong


We won it all, folks; First Place in the Third Chinese Universities Shakespeare Festival, hosted by the Chinese University of Hong Kong! We are going to London and Stratford-upon-Avon for the Shakespeare tour as only one of the several wonderfully generous awards bestowed upon Beiwai's "Othello." I cannot adequately express how proud I am of the three BFSU student-actors--Othello (Cui Xinyu), Desdemona (Li Jing) and Emilia (Liang Xingyi)--who gave this rapidly aging director a chance to finally get "Othello" right after almost four decades of trying in one form or another.

I am almost as excited and happy that I can again post to these pages. It's been six weeks or so since "New" Blogger glitches bit us in the ass the moment Blogger arbitrarily switched us to the "improved" format, and kept us the hell off the Internet. While that was undoubtedly a boon to my many detractors, it just about drove me off a cliff, for two primary reasons: I could not post the dramatic, day-by-day events and lunacies that culminated in Hong Kong last Wednesday night as "Beijing Foreign Studies University" was finally pronounced by CUHK Professor Jason Gleckman at the zenith of an achingly slow ascending order of "winners" from 4th runner-up to...to...to...us! And, surely more importantly, I could not post new pictures of Baby Joseph A. Bosco, my first grandchild.

Now that I suddenly can again, I will post much more--photos and article links--on both joys very soon. I now have to rush off to rehearsals for "The Crucible." There wasn't even a day for us to rest upon our laurels. In theatre, like almost all of the commercial fine arts, What have you done for us lately? is the operative dictum. As well it should be.
 


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Sunday, April 15, 2007

Surely the Best Joseph Bosco of All

Joseph Allen Bosco - April 14, 2007

Joseph Allen Bosco came into this world at 5:24 p.m., April 14, in New Orleans: 7 pounds, 4 ounces. Mother and baby are fine; as is the proud father, and brand new grandmother. The new grandfather (me) is bouncing off the walls in Beijing with excitement!

First Pictures are coming in, courtesy of Allen Mocklin, the distinguished father of Michelle, my beautiful, wonderful daughter-in-law and mother of the 3rd-generation Joseph A. Bosco:

[A post in-progress, first post April 15]

There he is, folks


Joseph, Michelle and Joseph


Michelle and Joseph


Michelle, Joseph and Joseph


Three New Orleans Families are One: Mocklin, Fein and Bosco


He didn't look that happy and proud when the O. Perry Walker High School baseball team beat Jesuit for New Orleans City Championship in 1986


Linda, still so beautiful, our son and grandson


Yes, the resemblence is there, son. But I think he will hit for more power--with some speed, please!


Ronnie "Scoop" Jackson and Joseph. He was my first baseman and left-handed pitcher, starter and short-relief, for almost a decade on three different teams. He is my "No. 2 Son" forever.


Father and Son
 


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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Going for Four...

Somehow we stretched a fairly routine double--akin to two-hopping the wall in the gap in right-center on a slider that didn't--and managed to get invited back for a fourth year on the faculty at Beijing Foreign Studies University. Of course, the can't-throw, can't-run, can't-hit, why-is-he-even-here popgun allegedly throwing me out of here on an inside-out sharply spanked single the other way by one of my guys, turned out to be even worse than his bleak scouting report. 'He' was actually just some fool from the stands who jumped the fence and stole a uniform, or parts thereof.

What's the skinny? Along with the baseball metaphors that are again sprouting like wild grass in my sundry narratives, I am throwing in a cliche--it's nice to be wanted. This is especially true when fools with blind meanness as their only game have spattered other Internet venues for months with in-the-know proclamations of my imminent disgrace and termination.

Not wishing to sound it more clarion than necessary, but, briefly: foreign faculty in Chinese universities serve almost exclusively under one-year contracts to be renewed solely at the option of the university in the spring of each year. Somewhere, apparently, there is a very permeable sanction from the Ministry of Education, which says that two years in succession at any one university is the 'ground rules' limit for any one 'foreign expert.' There is any number of exceptions to this stricture, a statute folks talk about but no one I know has ever seen. In practice, however, it is so obviously true that folks need not go looking for the doctrine, prima facie or in print; better instead they start looking for another job after one or two years if they don't want to go 'home.'

Whatever, I am happy that for at least another year Beiwai has a place for my services; and a wonderfully broad place it is. At BFSU, I have been allowed, and more importantly, encouraged by my several bosses to use all of the facets of an ongoing life and career that so luckily has included most of the fine arts (but not dance or music; I studied them for degree requirements, but could not do either) and journalism, primarily long-form journalism, creative nonfiction books and occasional magazine pieces.

To go with the new English language drama program gig--that now includes a for-credit English language acting class this semester--there is a nascent English language creative writing society that will soon have a web-site, present poetry and short prose readings on campus, and publish a yearly journal of the best works.

It is far too often said that contemporary Chinese university students lack creativity due to their intense primary and middle school regimen of study, and Chinese society's rampant materialistic pragmatism. It is also just that often wrong. Offer a challenge, and the room to explore the range of its fruition, and Chinese university students are as creative as any students anywhere on this spinning rock we call Earth.
 


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Thursday, April 05, 2007

Witches In Beijing

"The Trial of George Jacobs, Austust 5th, 1692" by T. H. Matteson

Come early June, there will indeed be witches in Beijing. 315 years after their quite lethal, but relatively short-lived, appearance in a storied Puritan village in Massachusetts, a beguiling group of comely 'teenage' vixens will again gulp the elixir of immortality, this time in the Capital of China. They will serve yet again as a reminder of the evil that is a theocracy--large or small--in the throes of mass hysteria. Here, inflamed and fueled by the very human trait of a woman scorned; elsewhere, by very human theocrats and ideologues of every stripe.

What brings these witches to Beijing? The new tradition of English language theatre at Beijing Foreign Studies University is taking its next milestone step: producing a full-length English language drama performed by Chinese student-actors for a primarily Chinese audience, "The Crucible," by Arthur Miller.

I chose to direct Arthur Miller's powerful use of history-as-mirror to reflect the ugly realities of any today anywhere under the wrong conditions for several reasons other than my great admiration for the show and its author. Number one being that it has a large female cast; Beiwai has many more female students than it does male students, by far. Plus, a large cast gives more opportunities for student-actors to act, in roles large and small, and that is what educational theatre is all about: University folks giving students an opportunity to do theatre instead of read or hear about it. Some will fall in love with it, but all will benefit from the lessons the stage teaches all whom work on or around it.

We finished auditions for "The Crucible" early this week and casting is almost complete; we begin rehearsals next week. This semester will be another busy one. We will also continue to rehearse and fine-tune our staging of Shakespeare's "Othello" Act V, Scene II, which we will present live in late May at the finals of the Third Annual Chinese Universities Shakespeare Festival at the Chinese University of Hong Kong.
Arthur Miller, 1956


 


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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Taking the Moor to Hong Kong


Actually, it is Othello (Cui Xinyu), Desdemona (Li Jing) and Emilia (Liang Xingyi) in Act V, Scene II, of Shakespeare's "Othello, the Moor of Venice," that the new English Language Drama Program of Beijing Foreign Studies University will take to the stage at the Chinese University of Hong Kong in late May, 2007. Yes, we made the Finals of the 3rd annual Chinese Universities Shakespeare Festival hosted by the Chinese University of Hong Kong! All of those seemingly endless 7-day weeks from late October until mid January paid off.

I have long wanted the opportunity to take Laurence Olivier's definitive 1965 'traditional' modern interpretation of Othello to what I believe is its next emotionally, theatrically logical expression; one that is considered heretical by many. In sum, I wanted to take it to a higher level of both enraged lethality and tenderly romantic ambiguity: the polar extremes between pure love and mind-breaking sexual jealousy. In my almost 35-year history with the play, the ubiquitously perceived, absolutely unequivocal murderous resolve of Othello's "It is the cause" invocation in the bed chamber death scene--the thrice deadly climax of what I believe is Shakespeare's greatest play--has never been narratively or emotionally logical to me.

Othello, though giddy in love for the first time in his 50-some years of soldierly life, is not stupid. He does become progressively mentally unbalanced the more he envisions a pornographic nightmare beyond his ken in his mind's green eye--not unlike an ever faster runaway freight train high-balling over five acts--but never stupid. As vulnerable as he is to Iago's machinations to convince him that his teenaged bride is making "the beast with the two backs" under young Cassio--due in parts to Othello's and Desdemona's great disparity in age, class and race--he is still a General, a very good one.

Othello knows he has promoted Cassio over Iago; he understands soldiers' gripes and fancies of revenge against superiors when passed over. Othello also knows it is rumored that he had cuckolded Iago with Emilia some years before; he surely knows that Iago believes the rumor and is perhaps one of the reasons he bypasses the expected, internally logical choice of Iago for the military promotion instead of Cassio.

Othello had to have had doubts. Always. I felt it as an actor, but I was too young to prove it to a director; I recognized it as a writer; I knew it as a director.

"Honest, honest Iago" is so often voiced by Othello and others I have come to think of it as the Bard testing our affection for his admonition that one can "protest too much" to be believed. Entirely, that is; undoubtedly Othello is virtually certain that Desdemona is guilty and must die "else she'll betray more men," but that 'virtually' is by no subconscious or conscious means total. How can it be? From Shakespeare's words we know the soul-altering depth of Othello's love for Desdemona; it is my opinion that Shakespeare also wrote his greatest 'love story' with "Othello." Where else in the canon is sexual love--not lust, not courtly love, not puppy love, not royal love--so completely the plot? Singular. There are no subplots in "Othello"; there is no humor in "Othello," not one line of it. As said, it is a runaway train en route to a horrific crash from beginning to end.

I believe that up to the very last millisecond Othello has hellishly maddening, ping-ponging obsessive urges between murdering Desdemona for her imagined adultery, and saying to hell with it all and making love to her then and there on the "wedding sheets," which have not yet been used for their purpose in the week-old marriage. Consequently, we staged the scene with moments of true romantic tenderness, even two very loving embraces, along with undulating peaks of fury and violence. However, even in the seconds before he finally places the pillow over her face, in our production Othello stops and lets Desdemona pray while he is equivocal one last time.

We even have Othello carry the dead Desdemona in his arms from the white-on-white sanctity of the killing-bed to the apron of the stage and lay her gently on the floor, in effect 'giving her' to the audience while he does his "Now, how dost thou look now" soliloquy. One would think it not logical or seemly to place such a treasure upon the 'ground'; but, because it is Shakespeare, who knew the power of 'direct address' upon an audience, it works. Even more so when Othello soon dies from his self-inflicted wound stretched out along the apron in an extension of the line with Desdemona's body, their faces over-lapping, and their lips almost touching--with Emilia's body extending the line further still, but upstage a pace, adding a richly layered tableau before the stage goes to black.

We took big risks creatively, although staying faithful to the standard MIT script, and period. And we did not lose. In truth, at the moment, I am far more relieved than I am excited at making the finals. I would have had to dig a very deep hole and get into it still shoveling if the DVD of our live performance had not been chosen as one of the 12 finalists.

But I am exceedingly proud of our student actors; they astonished me. As mentioned, I have a long relationship with "Othello"--as a play, not as a piece of literature--and have had occasion to think about it extensively over the years. I had a dream of how I would like to do the show if I ever again got the opportunity. Little did I know I would get that opportunity in China with Chinese student actors performing English--Elizabethan English in iambic pentameter, no less--as a second language!


It takes years for native English speaking actors to learn how to perform Shakespeare; most whom try are never successful at it. These Chinese university students did it in about two-and-a-half months! And they did it in such a way that my spine would tingle even during rehearsals. They were fearless, intuitive and trusting, which allowed us to realize my long goal of staging a different "Othello."

But I have not a clue if we will stage a winning "Othello" in Hong Kong in late May. I know our student actors are polished enough to win it all; but I do not know if my self-indulgent staging convictions are good and true enough to win in Hong Kong, or anywhere else for that matter.

I will keep you informed during the process.

P.S. While a festive week-long trip to Hong Kong is reward aplenty for most Mainland Chinese university students, I failed to mention the award for winning it all in Hong Kong. The three actors of the winning scene receive a trip to London and the full Shakespeare tour this summer; the director gets to tag along.
 


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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

If You Are a Thinker, Not Just a Reactionary of Any Stripe, Then You Must Read This

I don't know about you, but I think a lot about god and religion in all their forms. I read a lot about god and religion, too. I also write a great deal about them, occasionally in these pages; but at length in the books I am currently working on and then some. It comes with being born of strong-willed parents whose lives were too often ripped to the bone by their great division in these matters.

There is reason why so much thought on humankind's essence has been the incubator for the overwhelming majority of its literature, art, philosophy and, yes, science--from cave drawings to black holes to "Underworld." Because it is at the fundamental causal level of why we do so much of what we do so differently from one another, yet also why we very often do it alike in so many ways that it is surprising, and confusing.

Science and Religion? Is the twain meeting? Is it possible? Below is an excerpt from an article in the Sunday New York Times Magazine you need to read.

Darwin's God

Stars No. 1207," 1996 by David Stephenson/Julie Saul Gallery
Heavenbound A scientific exploration of how we have come to believe in God.

By ROBIN MARANTZ HENIG
The debate over why belief evolved is between byproduct theorists and adaptationists. You might think that the byproduct theorists would tend to be nonbelievers, looking for a way to explain religion as a fluke, while the adaptationists would be more likely to be believers who can intuit the emotional, spiritual and community advantages that accompany faith. Or you might think they would all be atheists, because what believer would want to subject his own devotion to rationalism's cold, hard scrutiny? But a scientist's personal religious view does not always predict which side he will take. And this is just one sign of how complex and surprising this debate has become.

Angels, demons, spirits, wizards, gods and witches have peppered folk religions since mankind first started telling stories. Charles Darwin noted this in "The Descent of Man." "A belief in all-pervading spiritual agencies," he wrote, "seems to be universal." According to anthropologists, religions that share certain supernatural features -- belief in a noncorporeal God or gods, belief in the afterlife, belief in the ability of prayer or ritual to change the course of human events -- are found in virtually every culture on earth.

This is certainly true in the United States. About 6 in 10 Americans, according to a 2005 Harris Poll, believe in the devil and hell, and about 7 in 10 believe in angels, heaven and the existence of miracles and of life after death. A 2006 survey at Baylor University found that 92 percent of respondents believe in a personal God -- that is, a God with a distinct set of character traits ranging from "distant" to "benevolent."

When a trait is universal, evolutionary biologists look for a genetic explanation and wonder how that gene or genes might enhance survival or reproductive success. In many ways, it's an exercise in post-hoc hypothesizing: what would have been the advantage, when the human species first evolved, for an individual who happened to have a mutation that led to, say, a smaller jaw, a bigger forehead, a better thumb? How about certain behavioral traits, like a tendency for risk-taking or for kindness?

Atran saw such questions as a puzzle when applied to religion. So many aspects of religious belief involve misattribution and misunderstanding of the real world. Wouldn't this be a liability in the survival-of-the-fittest competition? To Atran, religious belief requires taking "what is materially false to be true" and "what is materially true to be false." One example of this is the belief that even after someone dies and the body demonstrably disintegrates, that person will still exist, will still be able to laugh and cry, to feel pain and joy. This confusion "does not appear to be a reasonable evolutionary strategy," Atran wrote in "In Gods We Trust: The Evolutionary Landscape of Religion" in 2002. "Imagine another animal that took injury for health or big for small or fast for slow or dead for alive. It's unlikely that such a species could survive." He began to look for a sideways explanation: if religious belief was not adaptive, perhaps it was associated with something else that was.
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Just a thought...

The first artist created god; the first leader gave him purpose.
"Fear of death is an undercurrent of belief. The spirits of dead ancestors, ghosts, immortal deities, heaven and hell, the everlasting soul: the notion of spiritual existence after death is at the heart of almost every religion. According to some adaptationists, this is part of religion's role, to help humans deal with the grim certainty of death. Believing in God and the afterlife, they say, is how we make sense of the brevity of our time on earth, how we give meaning to this brutish and short existence. Religion can offer solace to the bereaved and comfort to the frightened."

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Did Ya Hear the One About the Famous Hollywood Screenwriter Who Went Fishing In New Zealand...?


David Sheffield is so much more than a friend. He is that to be sure; even though in the 40 years we've been friends we've spent barely more than a decade-and-a-half of them in the same city at the same time. But they were great years. There were the years we were theatre majors together at the University of Southern Mississippi in the late 60's and early 70's; and the last decade of the 20th Century when we were together in Los Angeles before I came to China in 2002, with other times in between. In truth, and in short, I cherish David not only as a very special friend; I cherish David as the best story-teller going. Simply put, David Sheffield is the most original wordsmith I know. But enough shop-talk that will only embarrass him and perhaps lose you for not recognizing one of the Billion-Dollar White Boys Behind Eddie Murphy!

David and my fellow life-time Biloxian, Reed Guice--he and his family are Gulf Coast royalty--had a 'Lord of the Rings' New Zealand moment (inside Hollywood allusion) with a pretty awesome pair of indigenous monsters. You see, David loves to fish. I mean, he really loves to fish--anytime and pretty much anywhere, most particularly fly fishing--about as much as he enjoys making folks laugh or think.

The only things I miss about the States besides baseball and real cable TV are family and friends; David is both. (Along with his twin brother Buddy Sheffield, with whom we can almost swap first names and this post would read much the same; mostly only the titles and types of works written & produced by would change. Of course, Buddy is also a world-class builder and carpenter; he designed and built much of the later interior renovations of Bosco's Italian Restaurant in Biloxi--now gone with Katrina. And that reminds me to note that both are passionate and uniquely inspired chefs.)

Below are a few words from David that came with the photograph above--which I assume was taken by Reed, but I can't prove it.
Hello, everyone

Having a fine time fly fishing on the South Island of New Zealand where
I caught a wild brown trout weighing 11 1/4 pounds, a new record on the
Grey River. Two hours later my fishing buddy Reed Guice caught a brown
that weighed 12 3/4 pounds. Both fish released unharmed. Anglers
celebrated with a pint of Monteiths.

Love to all,

David Sheffield
 


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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Jesus, Mary and Joseph...and Mary


I have been much distracted of late, concerning dark and heavy issues of personal and professional import. But then I saw this article in The New York Times and matters such as my life and its purpose beat an immediate retreat.

The much better parts of me shut out that futile crap for a bit and had a hoot and a deeply satisfying toot over a story more important than any other in our world at this moment; some two-thousand western-civilization years, tears, jeers, cheers, jillions of prayers, and more than a few genocides--some ongoing--after its archeologically proffered provenance.

Whatever the non-partisan consensus of biblical\archeological scholars and diggers in the end is, which we will not know any time soon, it is one hell of a good story about the climax and ending of "The Greatest Story Ever Told." I do not believe in the divinity of Jesus, but I most definitely believe that the historical Jesus--whom we recently know so much more about--this reformist Rabbi from the countryside of Israel, was the world's supreme moral philosopher.

That is why the armchair archeological devotee in me, and the big-picture contemporary social historian sleuth that is me, loves this article and envies all of you whom have access to The Discovery Channel, which my building at the university doesn't, damn it!

I will wait for the DVD; pirated most likely.
Crypt Held Bodies of Jesus and Family, Film Says



A documentary by the Discovery Channel claims to provide evidence that a crypt unearthed 27 years ago in Jerusalem contained the bones of Jesus of Nazareth.

Moreover, it asserts that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene, that the couple had a son, named Judah, and that all three were buried together.

The claims were met with skepticism by several archaeologists and New Testament scholars, as well as outrage by some Christian leaders. The contention that Jesus was married, had a child and left behind his bones -- suggesting he was not bodily resurrected -- contradicts core Christian doctrine.

Two limestone boxes said to contain residue from the remains of Jesus and Mary Magdalene were unveiled yesterday at a news conference at the New York Public Library by the documentary's producer, James Cameron, who made "Titanic" and "The Terminator." His collaborators onstage included a journalist, a self-taught antiquities investigator, New Testament scholars, a statistician and an archaeologist. Several of them said they were excited by the findings but uncertain.


"I would like more information. I remain skeptical," said the archaeologist, Shimon Gibson, a senior fellow at the W. F. Albright Institute of Archaeological Research in Jerusalem, in an interview after the news conference.

In recent years, audiences have demonstrated a voracious appetite for books, movies and magazines that reassess the life and times of Jesus, and there is already a book timed to coincide with this documentary, which will be on the air next Sunday.

"This is exploiting the whole trend that caught on with 'The Da Vinci Code,' " said Lawrence E. Stager, the Dorot professor of archaeology of Israel at Harvard, in a telephone interview. "One of the problems is there are so many biblically illiterate people around the world that they don't know what is real judicious assessment and what is what some of us in the field call 'fantastic archaeology.' "

Professor Stager said he had not seen the film but was skeptical.

Mr. Cameron said he had been "trepidatious" about becoming involved in the project but got engaged out of "great passion for a good detective story," not to offend and not to cash in.

"I think this is the biggest archaeological story of the century," he said. "It's absolutely not a publicity stunt. It's part of a very well-considered plan to reveal this information to the world in a way that makes sense, with proper documentation."
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Can the Blind in Africa Lead the U.S. Back Into a Positive Light in the Eyes of the World?

Just a couple of days ago, I pointed you to an innards-wrenching column by Nicholas Kristof, who is traveling in Africa with former President Jimmy Carter as he visits some of the poorest places on Earth. I am going to do so again. However, the message this time is not only horrific; it is also hopeful, and enlightening.

It is hopeful and enlightening in the sense that if the right people in the halls of power in Washington D.C., and influential people in capitals everywhere, read this column and learn more about the efforts of the great American that Mr. Kristof is chronicling, something can be done to stop the atrocities that are maiming and destroying more lives everyday than in all of the current wars being fought everywhere--without putting anybody's troops in harm's way, and quite inexpensively.
Let's Start a War, One We Can Win

By NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF
Published: February 20, 2007

AFETA, Ethiopia -- They were two old men, one arriving by motorcade with bodyguards and the other groping blindly as he shuffled on a footpath with a stick, but for a moment the orbits of Jimmy Carter and Mekonnen Leka intersected on this remote battlefield in southern Ethiopia.

Mr. Mekonnen, who thinks he may be 78, is a patient in Mr. Carter's war on river blindness. He is so blind that he rarely leaves the house any more, but on this occasion he staggered to the village clinic to get a treatment for the worms inside him.

His skin is mottled because the worms cause ferocious itching, especially when they become more active at night. He and other victims scratch until they are bloodied and their skin is partly worn away. Ultimately the worms travel to the eye, where they often destroy the victim's sight.

Ethiopia has the largest proportion of blind people in the world, 1.2 percent, because of the combined effects of river blindness and trachoma. As in many African countries, the wrenching emblem of poverty is a tiny child leading a blind beggar by a stick.

As Mr. Mekonnen waited on a bench by the clinic, there was a flurry of activity, and an Ethiopian announced in the Amharic language that "a great elder" had arrived. Then Mr. Mekonnen heard voices speaking a foreign language and a clicking of cameras, and finally the whirlwind around Mr. Carter moved on.

"Do you know who that was?" I asked Mr. Mekonnen.

"I couldn't see," he replied.

"Have you ever heard of Jimmy Carter?"

"No."

Yet in remote places like this, former President Carter, at 82, is leading a private war on disease that should inspire and shame President Bush and other world leaders into joining. It's not just that Mr. Carter's wars have been more successful than Mr. Bush's; Mr. Carter is also rehabilitating the image of the U.S. abroad and transforming the lives of the world's most wretched peoples. (For a video of Mr. Carter's trip, please go to www.nytimes.com/ontheground.)

On the previous night, Mr. Mekonnen had slept under a mosquito net for the first time in his life, as part of a Carter initiative to wipe out malaria and elephantiasis in this region. And Mr. Mekonnen now uses an outhouse as a result of a Carter Center initiative to build 350,000 outhouses in rural Ethiopia to defeat blindness from trachoma.

Mr. Carter has almost managed to wipe out one horrific ailment -- Guinea worm -- and is making great strides against others, including river blindness and elephantiasis. In this area, people are taking an annual dose of a medicine called Mectizan -- donated by Merck, which deserves huge credit -- that prevents itching and blindness.

Mectizan also gets rid of intestinal worms, leaving Ethiopian villagers stronger and more able to work or attend school. Among adults, the deworming revives sex drive, so some people have named their children Mectizan.

Mr. Carter's private campaign against the diseases of poverty, put together with pennies and duct tape, is a model of what our government could do. Imagine if the U.S. resolved that it would wipe out malaria and elephantiasis (both are spread by mosquitoes, so a combined campaign makes sense). What if we celebrated science not by trying to go to Mars but by extinguishing malaria? What if we tried to burnish America's image abroad not only with press releases and propaganda broadcasts, but also with a bold campaign against disease?

So I wish that President Bush could visit villages like this and see what Mr. Carter has accomplished as a private individual. Mr. Bush, to his great credit, has financed a major campaign against AIDS that will save nine million lives, and he is also increasing spending against malaria -- but not nearly as energetically as he is increasing the number of troops in Iraq. So I asked Mr. Carter whether President Bush should be pushing not for a possible war with Iran, but for a war on malaria.

"That would certainly be my preference," he said. "I thought the war in Iraq was one of the worst mistakes our country ever made, and we're possibly about to make an even worse mistake by precipitating a war with Iran. But I would like to see us shift away from war being a high priority, to diplomacy and benevolent causes."

So, President Bush, how about if we as a nation join Mr. Carter's war on diseases that afflict the world's poorest peoples -- and are one reason they are so poor. That's a war that would unite Americans, not divide them. Come on, Mr. Bush, sound the trumpets!
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Monday, February 19, 2007

Is Religion Back and an Economic Boon to China's Left-behind Countryside?

Too many things aren't changing fast enough in China on its uneven path to reforming--and in some cases, recreating in whole--its political, legal, media, social, and economic structures, but undeniable change is happening. And it is happening at fundamental levels of some of its touchiest socialist orthodoxy. Religion the opiate of the masses, said Mr. Marx? Well, he did of course; but did he really mean it as an absolute rule forever and ever, uh, amen?

Perhaps not, say more and more party members and Chinese religious and economic officials and scholars. At least that is what appears to be happening according to an intriguing article in The Economist.

When opium can be benign

China's Communist Party, reconsidering Marx's words, is starting to wonder whether there might not be a use for religion after all


"DEVELOP the dragon spirit; establish a dragon culture," urge large green characters at the high school in Hongliutan, a poor village at the foot of a range of bleak loess hills. Though dragon can be a synonym for China, it is a god known as the Black Dragon that is being invoked here. Without funds from the Black Dragon's hillside temple, in a gully behind the village, the school would not exist. Nor, most likely, would the adjacent primary school and the irrigation system that brings water from the nearby Wuding River to the village's maize and cabbage fields.

Many local governments in rural China are mired in debt. Recent central government efforts to keep peasants happy by abolishing centuries-old taxes have not made life any easier for these bureaucracies. With their revenues cut, rural authorities have found it ever more difficult to scrape together money for health care and education. So they are only too happy to allow others to share the burden of providing these services--even the Black Dragon, whose 500-year-old temple was demolished by Maoist radicals during the Cultural Revolution in the 1960s. Now officials in Yulin, the prefecture to which Hongliutan belongs, give the temple their blessing.

The revival of the Black Dragon Temple's fortunes is part of a resurgence of religious or quasi-religious activity across China that--notwithstanding occasional crackdowns--is transforming the social and political landscape of many parts of the countryside. Religion is also attracting many people in the cities, where the party's atheist ideology has traditionally held stronger sway.

The resurgence encompasses ancient folk religions and ancestor worship, along with the organised religions of Buddhism, Taoism, Islam (among ethnic minorities) and, most strikingly, given its foreign origins and relatively short history in China, Christianity. In the face of this onslaught, the party is beginning to rethink its approach to religion. It now acknowledges that it may even have its uses.

In Hongliutan the party appears in retreat. It is not the party secretary Zhang Tieniu who holds sway. Mr Zhang was the youngest party chief in the prefecture when he was appointed last year at the age of 32. But in a culture that reveres age, some villagers refer to him dismissively as a "lad". The man in charge in Hongliutan is 64-year-old Wang Kehua. Mr Wang happens to belong to the village's main clan. He is also the village's elected chief (a post which in most villages is subordinate to that of party secretary). More to the point, he controls the temple and its money.
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Sunday, February 18, 2007

You Will Not Enjoy Reading This -- But You Must Read It

If what you read below in a column by Nicholas Kristof, doesn't quickly have your skin crawling, instantaneous flashes of nauseous revulsion exploding down the length of your spine, and something you don't understand screaming for you to jump up and run--anywhere; as long as it is away--then something other than blood runs through your veins and you've never had nightmares.

Mr. Kristof can write; my god can he write. Sometimes, though, he doesn't have to, he simply lets uniquely evocative words or phrases 'write' for him; and I offer that only a great wordsmith knows when and how to do that. I also offer that his column in today's The New York Times is worthy not just of my singular praise, but should be a shoe-in for a Pulitzer Prize. Never has he let his subject pounce horrifically from the page and into your bowels, upper-gut and thorax as razor-sharp as he does here.

His subject is worms--worms that enter you as tiny eggs and then bore out of you as 24-inch long monsters imagistic of a hell not even the Bible spoke of--and a former, widely disparaged American president, and pain; I mean pain. Read, please, and when you want to gag and stop, gag but read on. You owe at least that minor pain to your black-skinned fellow inhabitants of this planet whom are the repository of these horror-movie worms that are so real and so horrendously painful they are beyond modern folks' ken, that's you, and me, and for damn sure that man and woman over there waiting for a bus to Bloomingdales, Wal-Mart, or a goddamn Seven-Eleven.

Torture by Worms



By NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF
Published: February 18, 2007

JIMMA, Ethiopia -- Presidents are supposed to be strong, and on his latest visit to Africa Jimmy Carter proved himself strong enough to weep.

The first stop of Mr. Carter's four-nation African trip was Ghana, where he visited his projects to wipe out the Guinea worm, a horrendous two-foot-long parasite that lives inside the body and finally pops out, causing excruciating pain.

Mr. Carter was shaken by the victims he met, including a 57-year-old woman with a Guinea worm coming out of her nipple.

"She and her medical attendants said she had another coming out her genitals between her legs, and one each coming out of both feet," Mr. Carter added. "And so she had four Guinea worms emerging simultaneously."

"Little 3-, 4- and 5-year-old children were screaming uncontrollably with pain" because of the worms emerging from their flesh, Mr. Carter said. "I cried, along with the children."

We tend to think of human rights in terms of a right to vote, a right to free speech, a right to assembly. But a child should also have a right not to suffer agony because of a worm that is easily preventable, as well as a right not to go blind because of a lack of medication that costs a dollar or two, even a right not to die for lack of a $5 mosquito net.

As president, Mr. Carter put the issue of human rights squarely on the national agenda. Now Mr. Carter argues -- and he’s dead right -- that we conceive of human rights too narrowly as political and civil rights, and that we also need to fight for the human right of children to live healthy lives.

He has led the way in waging that battle. Because of Mr. Carter's two-decade battle against Guinea worm disease, it is expected to be eradicated worldwide within the next five years. It will be the first ailment to be eliminated since smallpox in 1977, and it has become a race between the worm and the ex-president to see who outlasts the other.

"I'm determined to live long enough to see no cases of Guinea worm anywhere in the world," Mr. Carter said as he walked in blue jeans through a couple of villages in a remote corner of southwestern Ethiopia, the third country of his African tour.

After leaving the White House, Mr. Carter ended up "adopting" diseases like Guinea worm disease, river blindness, elephantiasis, trachoma and schistosomiasis that afflict the world's most voiceless people. These are horrific diseases that cause unimaginable suffering, yet they rarely get attention, treatment or research funding because their victims are impoverished and invisible.

When Mr. Carter met with Mohammad Zia ul-Haq, then Pakistan's president, President Zia had never heard of Guinea worm and didn't know it existed in Pakistan. Nor did his health minister. But after Mr. Carter put the issue on the agenda, Pakistan worked energetically with the Carter Center to eliminate the parasite in that country.

The villages here in Ethiopia that Mr. Carter visited cradle a fast-moving creek, making a lovely image of thatch huts and bubbling water. But the creek is home to the black flies whose bites spread the parasite that causes river blindness, leading to unbearable itching and often eventually to blindness.

"It's almost impossible to imagine the suffering of people with river blindness," Mr. Carter said as he traipsed through the village beside his wife, Rosalynn.

Already, Mr. Carter's campaign is making huge progress against the disease.

Kemeru Befita, a woman washing her clothes in the creek near Mr. Carter, told me that two of her children had caught river blindness in the last couple of months. After a visit to the witch doctor didn't help, she took them to a clinic where -- thanks to Mr. Carter's program -- they received medicine that killed the baby worms. They are two of the nearly 10 million people to whom the Carter Center gave medication last year alone, who won't go blind.

At the end of the day, this one-term president who left office a pariah in his own party will transform the lives of more people in more places over a longer period of time than any other recent president. And I hope that he can also transform our conception of human rights, so that we show an interest not only in the human rights of people suffering from the oppression of dictators, but also from the even more brutal tyranny of blindness, malaria and worms.
The New York Times

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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Come What May, This Is Going To Be A Good One--The Year of the Pig!


This is my first Chinese New Year spent alone--and it is good. From the office balcony of my apartment at Beiwai, I can see and hear a splendid pyrotechnic display of explosive color with every size of bang-bang imaginable. The campus and my apartment complex are pretty much deserted; most folks I know and care about are at home with their families all over this Earth.

Like all old ballplayers, I am superstitious--not religious, mind you; spiritual yes, religious no--and there have been a number of "signs" that "tell" me a corner in my life has been turned, for the better. Yes, I know that just thinking that thought, much less writing it could very well jinx me. But, so be it; because much--very, very much--has changed in my life of late, and that is a fact, and cannot be undone. New fears, anxieties, maladies, insecurities, obstacles, nay saying malcontents and detractors await me in the tomorrows to come as they have all of my yesterdays; fine, that is as it should be, lest we grow complacent and too confident to deal with what lies ahead, the bitter with the sweet, the ugly with the beautiful.

Tonight, as I shut down this magical word factory, which I call Ophelia (all of my writing machines, from typewriter to Pentium 4 computers, have been named Ophelia, go figure) for the day and evening and set out into the cacophonous merriment of my neighborhood outside the university in search of food, I want to say "Thank You" to all whom helped bring me to this moment of almost elderly maturity, loved ones and foes alike. Perhaps, foes even more than loved ones. Enemies test the mettle and depth of us more often and more deeply than do those who love us unconditionally; that dynamic can only make us better, stronger human beings.

Happy New Year and Spring Festival 2007 to each and every one of you who might read these pages! I treasure you all. It matters not what you think of me; it matters a lot that you think of me at all. Think about that.

 


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Happy New Year of the Pig!


At midnight tonight in China we will enter the Year of the Pig. Whichever animal of the Zodiac you are (I am the Rat), I wish you a most joyous and prosperous Chinese New Year!

Chinese Zodiac: The Year of The Pig

According to Chinese legend, twelve animals quarreled to see who should be the head of the zodiac cycle. To determine the order of the animals, the gods decided to hold a race. Whoever reached the opposite side of the river first would lead, and the rest of the animals would receive their position according to their finish. All the animals lined up on the bank of a river and were given the task of getting to the opposite shore. Their order in the calendar would be set by the order in which the animals managed to reach the other side. The cat wondered how he would get across if he was afraid of water. At the same time, the ox wondered how he would cross with his poor eyesight. The calculating rat suggested that he and the cat jump onto the ox's back and guide him across. The ox was steady and hard-working so that he did not notice a commotion on his back. In the meanwhile, the rat snuck up behind the unsuspecting cat and shoved him into the water. Just as the ox came ashore, the rat jumped off and finished the race first. The lazy pig came to the far shore in twelfth place. And so the rat got the first year named after him, the ox got the second year, and the pig ended up as the last year in the cycle. The cat finished too late to win any place in the calendar, and vowed to be the enemy of the rat forevermore.


Pigs (1959, 1971, 1983, 1995, 2007, 2019) are intelligent, generous, gallant, and chivalrous with impeccable manners and taste. They have remarkable fortitude, enjoy learning, and have great honesty. Whatever they do, they do with all their might. They take pleasure in helping others. Pigs like to indulge, which gives a perception of laziness. They are quick tempered, yet they dislike arguments and quarreling. No matter how bad the situation, they try to work it out. Compatible Signs: Rabbit and Goat.

Xin Nian Kuai le.
Now That's a Gong and a Bell to Ring in a Chinese New Year.
 


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Friday, February 16, 2007

Boeing's Moscow Design Center...Come Again?

Exactly ten years ago I was living in a western, brand-name luxury hotel close by Moscow's most fashionable high-end shopping mall, and within walking distance of the Kremlin and Red Square. I was in Moscow working with General Leonid Shebarshin, the last Chairman of the KGB, on his English language biography. (The Bear in Winter: Apparently a life-time project, because it is still far away from publication for many strange, frustrating, fascinating, intrigue-filled reasons that are a story in themselves I hope to be allowed to tell in full some day. President Putin worked for him before the fall and afterwards; the General spoke well of him, their phone conversations in my presence were of interest only in hindsight.)

One of my strongest and most poignant memories of that long winter a decade ago was of sitting in the humongous, but so elegant lobby watching and often hearing the best minds of Russia literally begging the endless stream of carpet-bagging foreigners to buy their ideas, their discoveries, their inventions, their knowledge, their experience, even mother Russia's boundless natural resources for pennies on the U.S. Dollar or Pound Sterling and had precious few takers unless they were desperate enough to practically give it away, which all too many were and did. Like biblical locusts was the swarm of fast-talking, so snide and condescending American and European speculators as they picked every vulnerable stalk clean.

These men--and they were all men; the Russian women in the lobby, unbelievably beautiful women, were selling something else and doing much better business at top dollar U.S., may the gods bless every one of them--were some of the best scientists, professors, engineers, geologists, industrial managers the once mighty Soviet empire had produced. They were not begging to sell anything and everything they had any level of control over because they had no jobs; they had jobs, they just hadn't been paid for months, sometimes years, and were desperate to pay their rent and feed their families.

Outside the hotel, on the frozen streets of Moscow, the Russian Mafia controlled just about everything (except the traffic; a weaponless traffic cop in Moscow then wielded amazing power for reasons I still don't fully understand) and they were also selling, but at premium prices and with the advantage that stealing, beating, killing, bribing at will gave its members, whose leaders were mostly former KGB officers under the age of 40. Former KGB officers over 40 were disgusted, fervently appalled with and at the criminals that had once worked for them, and they did what they could to thwart the organized crime that was the only Russian "system" functioning in those dark years after the fall and before the rise with the new century.

The best and most influential of the latter formed legitimate companies and hired out their security expertise to western firms seeking protection from the criminal gangs, some with almost perfect rates of success. But they were expensive, exclusive and limited as to the number of clients they could service at a time. The little guy, particularly the Russian little guy, no matter his talents, degrees, or experience had little chance to hire such services--unless patronage was available to him, of course, and then money was never an issue. The bond of family and friendship goes deep into the Russian soul, admirably, endearingly so. I know, firsthand.

Much has changed in Moscow and Russia since the winter of 1996-1997, happily so, in large part at least. But still there are huge problems the Great Russian Bear must deal with if it is going to regain the luster that it once had in its prime--name a decade, or century, and regime, and then begin arguing the elements and definition of "luster" and "prime."

I am having these memories because of a column by Tom Friedman in The New York Times today. I think you should read it. Perhaps then you will understand the extreme dose of incongruity that sparked the headline above this post.
Will Russia Bet on Its People or Its Oil Wells?

By THOMAS L. FRIEDMAN
Published: February 16, 2007

In a high-rise building with a view of Lenin's Tomb, the U.S. aerospace giant Boeing is designing key parts of its new 787 Dreamliner, using hundreds of Russian aerospace engineers. Yes, President Putin may be talking cold-war tough, but down the street from the Kremlin, America's crown jewel industrial company is using Russia's crown jewel brainpower to design its next crown jewel jetliner.

Boeing's Moscow Design Center, which employs 1,400 Russian engineers (earning less than their U.S. counterparts) on various projects, symbolizes Russia's unique potential: Russia is that rare country that not only has a treasure trove of natural resources -- oil, gas and mines -- but also has a treasure trove of human talent: engineers, mathematicians and other valuable minds.

Most nations with highly developed human talent -- like Singapore or Taiwan -- have few natural resources, and those that are rich in natural resources -- Venezuela or Sudan -- tend not to develop their people's talents. The exceptions, like Norway, which is rich in both human and natural resources, usually built their democratic institutions before they got rich on oil, so the money was well spent.

The meta-question with Russia today is this: Will it become more like Norway, a democracy enriched by oil, or more like Venezuela, a democracy subverted by oil? Is the Boeing center Russia's future or its exception?

You see signs of both trends. On the positive side, Russia has been smarter than most petro-states. It has set up a rainy day fund and tucked away $100 billion from its oil and gas windfall. Direct foreign investment in Russia hit $30 billion last year, according to The Economist, and not all of it goes to the oil and gas sector anymore.

And then there's Boeing. Its impressive Moscow center operates two shifts of engineers: 7 a.m. until 3 p.m., and 3 p.m. until 11 p.m. -- which is shortly before the workday begins in the United States. A Russian Boeing engineer might be designing part of the 787's nose during his day, and then initials and stores his work in the computer. A U.S. Boeing engineer, working on an identical computer, then picks it up during her day and engineers it some more. With regular teleconferences, it's as if they are in one virtual 24-hour office.

"There is no paper at all," said Sergei Korolev, the deputy head of Boeing Moscow. "We do the presentations electronically and have online sessions with Wichita and Seattle, and everyone looks at the same part and talks about it. Our center is the reason people are not emigrating."

But Russia has a unique legacy in aerospace from Soviet days, so the educational centers and talent were in place for Boeing to tap. What Russia still glaringly lacks is an ecosystem of secure property rights, venture capitalists and homegrown innovators, and universities and business schools churning out idea-entrepreneurs. "Made in Russia" will never be a global brand as long as research spending by Russian companies remains among the lowest in the world.

The Moscow Times recently reported that only two Russian colleges — Moscow State and St. Petersburg State -- are listed among the world's top 500 universities. When you walk down the streets in Bangalore, India's high-tech capital, it feels as if there's a computer school or English-language school on every street. You walk in Moscow, and it feels as if there is a new shoe store or beauty salon on every street.

A former top aide to President Putin remarked to me that Russia had a huge interest in building a postindustrial knowledge economy, not an energy-intensive industrial one, so it can export most of its oil and gas, not consume them at home. But that would take a big investment in education, which is not being done.

Noting that Russia today spends far less of its G.D.P. on higher education than Europe or America, Sergei Guriyev, rector of Russia’s New Economic School, wrote in The Moscow Times, "Russians simply are not prepared to pay the taxes that would be necessary to finance science and education at Soviet-era levels, and no incentives have been created to attract more private funding."

So here's my prediction: You tell me the price of oil, and I'll tell you what kind of Russia you'll have. If the price stays at $60 a barrel, it's going to be more like Venezuela, because its leaders will have plenty of money to indulge their worst instincts, with too few checks and balances. If the price falls to $30, it will be more like Norway. If the price falls to $15 a barrel, it could become more like America -- with just enough money to provide a social safety net for its older generation, but with too little money to avoid developing the leaders and institutions to nurture the brainpower of its younger generation.
The New York Times.

Mr. Friedman's predictions, unlike his writing, has about the same level of assuredness as does the rest of his journalistic colleagues, this reporter included. Ah, but his writing is so elegantly clean.
 


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This is a Crying, Dying Shame

For Shame. When will the Central Government ever learn? How many times must the party be shamed to the world before its leaders learn that they can no longer get away with secretly abusing the human rights of its citizens?

In the case below it is being done to one of China's most stellar and officially "praised" citizens. It is not only wrong, it is stupid. The truth comes out anyway, and the government loses even more credibility with its people; not to mention its international trading partners. Foolish, shameful, ignorant, and backsliding--all for no good purpose, other than a knee-jerk, anachronistic habituation some officials just can't shake.

The article excerpted and linked to below by Jim Yardley of The New York Times, needs no further intoduction from me.

China Covers Up Detention of AIDS Doctor


By JIM YARDLEY
Published: February 16, 2007

BEIJING, Feb. 15 -- The photograph and article in Tuesday's Henan Daily could have been headlined "Happy Holidays." Three highranking Henan Province officials, beaming and clapping as if presenting a lottery check, were making an early Lunar New Year visit to the apartment of a renowned AIDS doctor, Gao Yaojie.

They gave her flowers. Dr. Gao, 80, squinted toward the camera, surely understanding that pictures can lie. She was under house arrest to prevent her from getting a visa to accept an honor in Washington. Her detention attracted international attention, and the photo op was a sham, apparently intended to say, "Look, she's fine and free as a bird."

On Thursday, Dr. Gao said in a telephone interview, a handful of police officers remained stationed outside her apartment building in the central Chinese city of Zhengzhou.

"I just can't simply swallow it all," she said. "I want to know two things. First, who has made the decision? I am an 80-year-old lady, and what crimes have I committed to deserve this? Second, they must find out who has been slandering my name on the Internet."

Perhaps no issue is more emblematic of a changing China than AIDS. In less than a decade, China has gone from trying to hide its AIDS epidemic to confronting it openly. International groups like the Clinton Foundation and the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation have been welcomed. The Chinese government has initiated medical research, a free drug program and a nationwide public awareness campaign.

But for a Communist Party intolerant of public dissent, embracing grass-roots AIDS activists is a different matter. They often complain loudest about inadequate care and official corruption. And few people have complained louder, or with more influence, than Dr. Gao, who gained fame for helping expose the tainted blood-selling operations that spread H.I.V., the virus that causes AIDS, in central China in the 1990s.

Dr. Gao was detained on Feb. 1 as she was leaving for Beijing to pick up a United States travel visa so she could attend a banquet to be held in her honor in March by Vital Voices Global Partnership, a nonprofit group whose honorary chairwomen are Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton, Democrat of New York, and Senator Kay Bailey Hutchison, Republican of Texas.

International organizations and the United States Embassy in Beijing soon inquired about her status. Nicholas Bequelin of Human Rights Watch saw the Henan Daily article online and assumed that it meant the pressure had worked.
Please continue reading at The New York Times.

Photo: Mark Ralston/Agence France-Press -- Getty Images
 


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Thursday, February 15, 2007

China's Worst Kept Secret

One of the first things foreigners learn in China is that sex is available virtually everywhere--for a price. Any price. Any where. Any kind. In many ways, it's one of the best kept secrets outside of China. Inside China, it's perhaps the worst kept secret--although the Central and Provincial Governments occasionally try to shame it back into the underworld.

Due to some of my travels in China, mostly while making movies or TV mini-series, I have had precious few "vacations" in the years I've been here, I could tell a tale or two about just how prevalent--and openly so--sex for sale is. I do not mean tales of my participation in said activity, which is zero, but tales, for instance, such as an openly run brothel (with the tell-tale unused barber chairs and odd-colored barber poles, and the "merhandise" enticingly dressed and draped happily about) just opposite the elevator on the fourth floor of a hotel owned and operated by the PLA.

Instead, I am going to let Howard W. French, of the International Herald Tribune, one of the very best journalists in Asia, tell you the tale in the article excerpted, and linked to, below.

Letter from China: The sex industry is everywhere but nowhere

Howard W. French

SHANGHAI: What's the fastest-growing industry in China? Mobile phones? Computer components? Toys? The last wouldn't be too far off, but not in the sense that the word toys is conventionally understood. Call them playthings.

Anecdotal evidence is the best one can do for a field such as this, but a bet could be placed on the sex industry. Yes, prostitution.

It is scarcely possible to walk for 10 minutes in any big Chinese city without coming across the sex trade in one of its many guises. Prostitutes work in most hotels, and are indeed employed by the hotels, including the state- owned ones. They work the streets, the clubs, and massage and sauna parlors, which range from monstrously gaudy to grimy holes in the wall.

They can be found in barber shops and beauty salons; sometimes they are the only people working in such establishments. And they are present -- no, ubiquitous -- at every class level of society, down to the poorest neighborhoods of Shanghai and the lowliest villages.
As you will see, the article was published a few weeks ago; it was just brought to my attention by a colleague on the faculty at Beiwai. A tip of the keyboard to you David, and many thanks.

I also want to point out that Mr. French has a really fine blog, which, I am chagrinned to say, I just learned about today while tracking down this story, A Glimpse of the World, check it out.
 


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