Tuesday, April 13, 2010

X Rocker Gaming Chair



The festival of Qingming in is a bit like the All Saints Day in Spain (also called Sha Mu, which means to sweep tombs). Although the practice of traditional rites is banned by the government, the party is held to honor the ancestors, although in theory not allowed to do what many Chinese are doing, especially in the towns (we have witnessed in our journey through the villages of Anhui). Several days a year in which the Chinese remember their ancestors and must render any kind of respect and honor. Burn money, houses, clothes, everything from paper to send to relatives in the afterlife and does not lack anything. For the people Hongcun, Xidi and Shexian, the grandparents could see burning the papers in brass burners. I saw something similar in Beijing in October (on the first day of the lunar calendar), when I started to get cold and many crossroads of the city, in every corner, you saw people burn paper clothing send to their families (tai leng le), to explain why I said that winter was coming and their dead relatives were also warm. The papers are burned in a circle drawn on the floor with water, which is not completely closed, so that the spirits, to leave and enter.

Other interesting chapters of our trip in Anhui, the increase from five hours to the Yellow Mountain is about the least exciting. I stand with the people and the hard lives, the deep and rough China, travel to a village horrible buggy, with a walled area more remarkable. With students who invite us to their school. The restaurants with the fresh catch of the day right at the entrance of the rabbit, owl, snake, hedgehog, turkey, doves, frogs. One side by side, each in its cage or bowl, waiting to be skinned or plucked by touch and cooked in a wok seasoned with pepper and sesame oil.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

High Ast And Monocyte Levels

Qingming



Each week learning in one on one with my Chinese teacher in the ongoing cultural clash with my office mates, sealed them, paranoid me, cooking and Chinese food, science from the supermarket, the science of grandmothers, cineforum exciting every night. Alice and the Mad Hatter, eighty cents, row 10, focusing on a white sofa facing south, back in a hutong in the Dongcheng district, which threatens to be torn down by order of the Government and to create a mythical terra, with shopping and compulsive shoppers.
What was the Tivoli, the Benlliure or John of Austria? Few cinemas and in Madrid, Where will go mops and pans, brick houses, their neighbors, the ethos and the pathos of the neighborhood? In the whole city, these houses full of pots, dishes, oil smell, urinals, giant cabbages, thermoses, cups of brass. Disappear, for me and for all, the neighborhood surrounding the bell and drum, the heart of the city. Stops, and with it the hard lives, the curiosity of those who want to know and learn more. No turning back, no time for melancholy, and my neighbors say octogenarians, who ride a bike every day to go to the vegetable market and bring home the leeks and ginger and meat with worms.
a different year than last and this to the above. A great weekend get-together with the ambassador of a great country with a English philosopher (he my master) and one Canadian, one Greek to know my name I grab the strong hand to hear a name that sounds both home , home, Aleceia and my mother taught me, true means ... Lunch magical diplomatic residence, built in the years of the GDR, with its parquet floors and leather sofas, carpets and walls filled with giants of paintings, sculptures and life. A familiar smell, that of my aunt's house in the park, swim in the pool and tea with cake from the bakery fambruesas Hungarian, eternal afternoons until that leaves the sun, about eight o'clock, when the bathing suit still wet, we returned to the mother and two daughters at home in mom's car.

And while here, walks every week to 798, new projects that develop with my two cameras at the back. Hoping to repeat the experience of the dark room with dim red light. Yesterday

forgot all my notes in a Chinese supermarket. I'm on the verge of collapse ...