Sunday, October 30, 2011

Two in Two - The Mickey Mouse Edition

Two posts in two days; This is heady stuff here at Holycowgolf. (I know yesterday was just a bunch of pictures, but I was practicing for Nepal) As I understand it, the more frequently I post, the more frequently people will tune in to check it out. What I promised last time around was some info regarding my contact in Guangzhou, China- Jiang Xiao Qi, AKA Kiki, AKA Mickey Mouse.
First, a little history. My Fathers Wife, Jing, has a cousin in a town a few hours from Guangzhou, which is where I have a 13 hour layover before my arrival in KTM. This cousin has a daughter, Jiang Xiao Qi. So the initial plan is that I am to meet Kiki, my preferred nickname for her, when I land in China. Now, all of this is contingent upon my obtaining a visa for China. Savvy? Okay, so the whole point is if I can get this done I won't have to wait in an airport for 13 hours. There is also an outdoor zoo in Guangzhou, which houses one third of the worlds white tigers. Although seeing the tigers is my main goal, I feel as though there are ulterior motives behind Jing's aggressiveness in getting me in touch with Kiki.
(Sometimes throughout this process I'll write or say something that causes me to step back and take a deep breath. That last sentence, for example.)
Soldiering on.... Allow me to share some things about Kiki, and this is really the amazing part of getting to know someone from a different culture...She has introduced me to The Black Cat Detectives, which is an amazingly violent cartoon. Her zodiac sign is the mouse, and thus the name Mickey Mouse. Interestingly, my sign is the Horse, and therefore she writes to me as Mr. Horse.
After exchanging about seven emails, we were finally able to speak on the phone. It was slightly awkward, more so for her I think, since she was speaking English. But my knowledge of Mandarin is almost non-existent, so that left only one choice. The conversation lasted only a few minutes before I handed the phone back to Jing, to allow them to continue speaking about my Visa options.
My feeling about this entire thing is to just go forward, go with the flow, be patient, and have zero expectations- not because I'm afraid of disappointment, but I think this approach leads to longer term success. I am actually looking at this part of the experience as a primer for the way things in Nepal operate, which is slowly and through social channels - clearly not the way we try to make things happen here.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Portland Metal

Steel Bridge (I think)
 I love how the colors on this building look next to the trees
 A rare gorgeous morning in Portland
 View from my room at The Benson
 Ditto
 Who doesn't like parking structures?
 Love these things
 It's like the back of a huge chair
 Definitely not in Palm Springs anymore
 I want that house, it sits right behind a cool old train station
 The only mention the Capital City deserves unless you're talking about meth
 Only 6799 miles to Tombouctou!
Thanks for checking out these pictures. Clearly, I am no photographer. But I wanted to get a few pictures of Portland before I left in case I decide to stay in Nepal forever. Next up...Some emails between KiKi (my Chinese contact) and myself (your hero)

Monday, October 24, 2011

Why The Food Network is great

Since I'm still in the United States for a few more days, I thought I'd include some random thoughts. Be warned - these have nothing do do with my trip, and are kind of frivolous.
I love watching the food network and I think the reason is that it's about totally unimportant things. The Iron Chef, for example, has almost nothing to do with my daily life. I will never cook in Kitchen Stadium, nor do I intend to. But after a day of reading about earthquakes, hiking the butte, and semi-stressing over the never-ending peace process, there is something very comforting about watching other people cook. Or maybe it's about watching them stress out over a broccoli spear. Whatever the ratio is, it's relaxing because the things they are uptight over have no relevance to me. I don't even like broccoli.
Also, when you offer to take someones picture and they tell you to "just push the button" I'm always a little amused. Did they think I was going to get under a dark camera hood and pull a string?
That's all for today kids, see ya tomorrow

Thursday, October 13, 2011

SoCal Media and an Everest of Political Messes (a quick rant without consequence)

In an attempt to write at a more frequent pace, this blog may veer slightly off course in the coming weeks. Today I'm going to vent a little bit about the "news" here in southern California. I understand that selling advertising space is what motivates both local and national news. It's why The Nightly News is sandwiched between erectile dysfunction ads and cholesterol reducing miracle pills. It's why Pete Carlson is hawking his golf clubs and tennis rackets in between "stories" about homeless kittens and the best booster seats. These were two of the stories on KPSP this morning and neither are what anyone with their eyes open would call news. Think about the headlines they're feeding you before you accept them. There are over 60 million ridiculous feral cats in the US. If you adopt a cat in Palm Springs, you're placating something inside yourself, not helping a national cause, as they would have you believe.
Reading the Himalayan Times is not a respite from advertisers or from self-serving stories. The Times is about making money. I get that. Right now Nepal is trying to negotiate a constitution through two main factions. The Maoists, who toppled a monarchy with eight years of brutal civil war, and the NPC (Nepali Peoples Congress). It's not that we don't have political trouble and huge issues here in the US, it's that we don't care as much. They sedate us with, and pander to, the advertisers who offer the most money.
Think about a country that has no constitution, has electricity for about half the day, is very poor, and boasts around a 50% literacy rate. These are issues that the Nepalese need to know about; there is no advertising necessary.Now think about your homeless kittens. Who wants you to read about the kittens? Somebody paid for the advertising that got that story printed.
The Occupy Wall Street Movement doesn't get any play out here in the desert, and why should it? It probably doesn't have enough advertisers behind it. Maybe if we got some sponsors for the occupiers. We could get Wonder Bread, Mac and Cheese, and Spam to sponsor all the people without jobs. Then maybe somebody out here would pay attention. Because in America, unless you have advertising dollars behind you, you have nothing. But hey, go get a kitten, it will make you feel better about getting railroaded marketed to in every medium possible.

(as I finish this entry, MSNBC is focusing on why Michael Jackson died) brought to you by Alazopram and "who gives a shit"

Saturday, October 8, 2011

I wanted to share something this morning from Seth's Blog which I found to be relative to my situation.

Expanding the circle of 'missed'

Would they miss you if you didn't show up? Would they miss your brand or your writing or your leadership?
If you work at the local fast food joint or the local library and you don't show up for work, do they consider shutting the place down? If you're on the team at the ER and you have a bad day, would someone die?
Everyone is capable of being missed. Most of us would be missed by our family if we secretly moved to Perth in the middle of the night. The question, then, is not whether or not you're capable of being missed. The question is whether you will choose to be missed by a wider circle of people.
It's a risk, of course. You have to extend yourself. You must make promises (and then keep them.) More pressure than it might be worth.
Except when it is.

If this comes across as humblebragging, forgive me. However, I think that if everyone took an approach similar to this, there would be less listlessness and apathy in our every day lives. Or at least in mine!

Now, as the countdown to KTM moves into it's final month, I am actually more calm than nervous; more excited to leave than scared to get there. Most of the pressure I feel from this job up until this point ahs been the preparation for departure. Any additional pressure is assuredly assigned by myself. Everyone who has been kind enough to answer my questions and calm my nerves about Kathmandu repeats the same thing - Don't sweat the small stuff. How great is it to have people repeating this mantra to you whenever you're a little nervous? What is really interesting is how much all of this has crept into my daily routine. I no longer obsess over small things to the point of annoyance and I'm generally ready to do anything as long as I'm not just sitting around. (Personal Aside- now that the Yankees are out of the playoffs I have no excuse to sit around ).

Next Entry: How the Hell did I get a guide for Guangzhou, China?